Author Note(s): I figured out what Mislie is. She's like, my superhero who breaks through writer's blocks. Yup.

By the way, I hate Scott. I really do. I'm okay with Jean but I hate Scott. He's an ANGST I CAN'T FUNCTION WITHOUT JEAN. I suppose that's why I didn't write him in before. Because I don't know how he behaves WITH Jean.

I don't own Wolverine and the X-Men.

Kitty sat in the high tech computer room, having hacked the information that Mislie and Wolverine had gathered. Mislie was on the screen, going over the information.

"A list of mutants," she stated. "Ranked from most powerful. Each has a profile."

"Yeah, d'ya think you could find anything?" Kitty asked. "I'm hacking up as much as I can here with Forge. You might be able to find some more information on why we need this information."

"Well, actually, love, there's multiple reasons for someone to want this information," Mislie told her, examining the list thoughtfully. "My main concern all these symbols. There's no key in the data you sent me. A red X, a green circle, a yellow dot...They could mean multiple things. I'm not surprised at the thoroughness of the list though. A few mutants' profiles are lacking though."

"Like yours," Kitty stated.

"Precisely," Mislie commented. "I'll try to see what I can find on my end. B y the way, is Logan any less growly?" The door slid open and Kitty rolled her eyes, smirking.

"Ask him yourself," she muttered as the man walked up behind her.

"Mislie," he growled.

"Ah, Wolvie, still as charming as ever," Mislie teased lightly. She then returned her attention to Kitty. "Well, love, I'll contact you again as soon as I find something. Good day." With that, the screen went blank.

"Jee, Logan, you sure know how to charm a girl," Kitty said sarcastically. Logan glowered at her.

"Information, half-pint," he ordered.

"Well, there's a list and some still encrypted data," Kitty told him. "I'd say I'll be done with it in about four hours." Logan nodded, annoyed at the rate it was taking. He turned and left the room, leaving Kitty to her peace until she popped the screen with Mislie back up.

"Oh my gosh, he's so moody," Kitty blabbed. Mislie smirked, tilting her head to the side.

"Love, don't you have work to do?" She teased lightly.

"Pft, it's easy stuff," Kitty told her. "I just told him four hours so he'd leave me alone."

"Why am I not surprised?" Mislie laughed.

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Remy sat outside the institute, his thief eyes examining every aspect of the grounds. Sure, he had known the grounds when he stole the collar but hey, stuff has the tendency to change. He glanced towards the bench that was along the cliff that marked the edge of the grounds. His face contorted slightly. Yay lovely couple of Jean and Scott. He scoffed slightly, returning to his examination of the grounds. Scott, as soon as he saw him on the grounds, tried to blast him. Joy, rapture, great guy...

He smirked as his eyes came to the mansion. Rogue was standing at the window, looking out. She didn't pay attention to him and saw her eyes were on the lovely couple. He looked back at her, examining her expression. It looked so pained and tormented. He felt himself rising without even thinking about it. With quick and silent feet of a thief, he entered the building and made his way to where he had seen Rogue.

"Chere?" He said quietly but still managed to startle the woman. She turned around quickly, reading for a fight and her green eyes fierce. Remy smirked, cocking his head to the side.

"Whaht d'ya want, Cajun?!" Rogue growled ferociously. Remy chuckled lightly, walking over to her.

"Jus' wanna keep ma chere company," he purred, taking one of her clenched fist and lifting it to his mouth, gently kissing the knuckles. His red eyes never left her face and he was pleased at the pink color in her cheeks. Rogue tore her hand out of his grip, turning back to the window and crossing her arms.

"I ain't yer chere and I don't want yer company," she snarled. Gambit sighed, moving beside her.

"Y' need ta stop punishin' yourself," he finally said. "It ain't your fault." Rogue turned and looked at him. Shock passed over her face before she took on her usual scowl.

"Don't know what yer talkin' bout, Cajun," she muttered, turning back to the scenery.

"Rogue," Remy said. "I know what you feelin'. I couldn' touch for de longest time. Everyt'in I did, it exploded in my face. It sucks." Rogue shifted slightly, not allowing what he said make her walls fall. Suddenly, a loud crash outside the door broke the moment and Bobby stumbled into the room.

"Uh, don't tell Wolverine where I am," he said quickly, ducking into a connecting room. Remy and Rogue exchanged bemused expressions as Wolverine entered the room, ice on the ends of his hair.

"Which way?" He growled at the two. Rogue pointed him in the wrong direction while Remy pointed him in the right direction. "Thanks, Stripes." With that, he followed Rogue's finger, away from Iceman. Remy scowled slightly but stopped as he noticed Rogue's muffled giggling.

"Quoi?" Remy asked, turning to her.

"Nothin'," she said, not laughing. Remy raised an eyebrow, not believing her. "Yer face was hilarious." Remy crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Any chance he'll trust moi 'fore I die?" He inquired.

"Nah," Rogue informed him.

"T'ought not," Remy muttered like a disappointed kid. Rogue looked at his pouting face and couldn't help but find it somewhat cute. But she'd never say that aloud. Oh no. She turned to leave the room, feeling that her solitude would be ignored. But, she mores felt Remy follow after her than heard him. He was a thief. Former thief. Whatever.

"Stop follawin' meh," Rogue growled out.

"I'm bored," Remy stated. He could think of a few things to amuse himself, and at the top of the list was to tease Rogue.

"Then go stahre at yerself in a mirror," Rogue taunted. "I'm sure with yer ego, ya do that all the time."

"Course I do," Remy joked back. "Who can resist lookin' at dis handsome Cajun?" Rogue rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she walked down the hall.

"Meh, fer one," she said.

"Liar," Remy replied. Rogue glowered at him. "See? You lookin' at moi right now." Rogue couldn't help it. She let out a small laugh.

"You're ridiculous," she stated. Remy gave her a winning smile.

"If it makes you smile," he said. Rogue froze and stared at him, taken aback by his words. "Chere? What's wrong?" Rogue rolled her eyes, getting snapped out of her trance.

"Stop usin' yer lines on meh," she said, storming off down the hall. Remy blinked, a little confused by the interaction. He thought he was making progress. He started to follow after her when he heard,

"Dude! Look out!" And thus, he was smacked on the side of the head by a stray chunk of ice. As soon as he could move and was not blacked out, he swore that blonde ice idiot would pay dearly.

"Bobby ya idiot!" He heard Rogue yell as she started to pass out. Ah well. Maybe he'd thank the kid for keeping Rogue nearby. "Go geht Hank!" That was the last thing he heard before he passed out. Joy. Remy LeBeau taken out by a stray chunk of ice while chasing a girl. And not in a fight. Ironic.

Author Note(s) cont: Well, this is chapter three. This is taking so long to get to the fun stuff. Which involves fights. Deadpool. And the actual plot which is sitting in my head. But hey, I'm going to be using a similar plot in something else I'll be writing later. It just fits so well. Anyway, hope you enjoy these funny first chapters. My bet is by chapter five is when stuff is going to heat up.