Author Note(s): Where am I going with this? Lord knows. BTW, if you guys want anymore little scenes involving Mislie ticking off Wolverine (it's her specialty for some reason, y'know) tell me because she's an OC.

I don't own Wolverine and the X-Men. If I did, I would characterize Remy right but I suppose I gotta work with what they give.

Remy raked a hand through his hair as he was awoken by the annoying buzzing of the alarm clock. Wolverine had demanded he do some training at seven prompt in the morning. Of course, the skilled thief knew that this was merely because the shortie hated his guts. That peeshwank sure got angered easily. Of course, he already seemed to be in a foul mood earlier. He rose and quickly got dressed, deciding to humor the runt. Silently, he exited his room and followed the directions that Wolverine had told him last night to get to said "danger room." He entered the room, glancing from side to side cautiously without losing his cocky attitude.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement. Using his agile skills, he quickly moved out of the way as a metal tentacle shot at him. He leered and pulled out one of his cards, charging it.

"You gonna have ta do better dan dat, Wolvie!" Gambit joked, tossing the card and taking out the tentacle. He leaped up just as another swung at him. He placed his hand on it, charging it and causing it to explode. Suddenly, one came out of what seemed no where and struck him in the stomach, sending him flying back against the wall.

"How's that, Cajun?" Wolverine's voice boomed over the speakers.

"A bit better," Gambit said, getting up. "Bu' not much." He grinned and threw a handful of cards, hitting most of the weaponry. A cannon struck him though, knocking him back again.

"Well, seems like I need to take it up some levels, Gumbo," Wolverine growled over the speakers. Oh boy.

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Remy stumbled into the kitchen, feeling very worn out. Coffee. He wanted coffee and food. He looked up to see amused emeralds glimmering at him.

"That's what ya get, Cajun," Rogue said in a playful tone, taking a sip of coffee.

"Why do I get de feelin chere had somet'in to do wit' dat session?" Remy asked, walking over to the coffee pot and opening the cabinet above it. No more coffee. He looked at Rogue. "Is dat...The last cup a' cafe?"

"What if it is?" Rogue asked, giving him an innocent puppy look. "It's mah third, by the way." She turned back to the hot beverage, giving Remy the opportunity to sneak up behind her.

"Why you so cruel to dis Cajun?" He breathed against her neck.

"Mahybeh cause you lied ta me," Rogue said harshly, moving to take a sip but Remy beat her to it. Snatching the mug from her hands, he leaned against the counter and gave her a coy smile, sipping the black liquid.

"Now as I see it, chere, we were at a party," he stated nonchalantly. "Side, you didn' tell me you were a X-Man. It wasn' a battlefield. Dat's why you told me your real name, non?" Rogue glared at the wall opposite of Remy. He smirked and leaned against the counter, positioning his face so he could see the woman's profile. "So, can we start over, cheri?"

"I don' even know why yer even here," Rogue snapped, glaring him in the eye.

"Why, dis Cajun never give up on somet'in he wants," Remy informed her. Rogue rolled her eyes, stealing the coffee and taking a sip.

"And whaht is here dat ya want? Somethin' ta steal, ya slimey Cajun?" She asked harshly.

"It is somet'in ta steal but not what chere thinks," Remy replied, having a coy look on his face.

"You're insufferable," Rogue snarled, standing up but not before Remy took the mug from her hand, taking another gulp.

"I have been told dat before," he said, smiling like a Cheshire cat. "But, ah, I tend ta think it's just determined." Rogue growled at him and snatched the mug. She moved to take a drink but Remy moved quicker, tilting it in his direction and finishing it off.

"Ah hate you," Rogue growled, putting the dish in the sink.

"An' dat, I don' agree wit'," Remy informed her, moving to stand behind her. Rogue let out a groan of frustration and turned, directing a stoney glare at his face.

"Look, Ah'm sorreh if Ah gave ya the wrong idea," she said half-heartedly. "Ah thought ya were just a charmin' stranger that Ah'd neva see again. Ah wish it stayed dat way." Remy put a hand over his heart dramatically.

"Chere! Y' wound dis ole' Cajun!" He exclaimed.

"Good, ya deserve it," Rogue snorted, hiding a laugh. "Yer ego's probably bigger than the Earth." She turned back to the sink, cleaning the communal mug. "And ya know what they say bout guys with big egos. They got little-"

"Hey guys!" Kitty said cheerily, bouncing into the room through a wall. Rogue's mouth opened and she felt her face flush slightly. Thank goodness Kitty had come in before she finished that. She wasn't sure how the kid would take it. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Well, chaton, Roguey here was about to tell me what dey say about guys wit big egos," Remy said playfully. Kitty looked at him suspiciously then looked at Rogue.

"What do they say, Rogue?" She asked. Rogue cursed in her head. Why did he back her into a corner like this?! Kitty was like a little sister to her and that made it very awkward.

"Nothin', Kitteh," Rogue muttered, finishing the dish and moving to leave the kitchen, only to be cut off but you know who.

"Now, chaton asked a legit question, chere," Remy said, smirking mischievously. "Why don' you answer?" Rogue sent him a look that said she would kill him and she shoved him out of the way, storming into the hall. Remy gave a satisfied leer and stalked after her.

"If chere wants to check dat t'eory, I'd be happy to oblige," he told her, getting an annoyed groan and a door slammed on his face. He stood there, a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He took out his cards and started to shuffle them in one hand as he walked back down the hall.

----

Logan stood in Xavier's room, staring at the comatose man.

"This Gambit is really getting on my nerves, Chuck," he growled, crossing his arms. "Any suggestions would be nice."

"Well, I say give him a try," Xavier's voice said. Logan looked around, realizing his was in that dimension that he was able to talk to Xavier.

"This is Gambit we're talking about, Chuck," Logan growled.

"Well, things are changing here," Xavier informed him. "I'm not sure if it's because Gambit joined or if it's something else."

"I hope it's something else," Logan growled.

"By the way, did Mislie help you get that information?" Xavier inquired.

"Yeah but why with her?" Logan asked, annoyed.

"Because it was necessary for you not to be caught," Xavier told him. "I am well aware that she is not your favorite person to rope into missions, but it was needed."

"She's got a good, normal life," Logan said. "No one knows she's a mutant and she still helps us."

"Not to mention the respected author title aides that," Xavier replied with a chuckle.

"Anyway, Gambit," Logan said.

"Give him a try," Xavier told him. "He is a professional thief. You may not have to rope in Mislie for those missions anymore with him around. I cannot stay anymore, Logan. I have pressing matters to attend to."

"All right," Logan said gruffly. "Later, Chuck." The whiteness faded into the cool blue steel and Logan turned, leaving the room. The lights faded, making the room pitch black.