A/N: I'm co-writing a story with Gunslinger2024. It's mainly told from the original animated series perspective, but has a few elements from Evo thrown in. It is an M rating, but for violence and gore. Check it out. It's a Drama/Action, if you're interested. :) There will be minor romance later in the story. Thanks to Rogue Deceiver for adding this story and me to all her alerts! Sweet!
xdreamernumbuhfour: Glad I could provide some inspiration to ya! :)
Chellerbelle: Yes, I thought it was about time.
Courtney Summers: Ain't that sweet?
cheerpandagal: He'd been gone long enough. You won't have to wait much longer.
Shiro-Kitsune8: Hehehe.....raw, painful torture! XD
Team-JEdward2010: Aww, thanks. Have fun this weekend! ;)
Riley-theSadist848: Yes, he did. Since we're nearing the end, your wait won't be for long.
Madame Star: Hehe...he's baaack. Maybe we should have him gut Mystique. Does that work for you? No, Remy only ate a partial bowl. Rogue used part of it for the garland. :)
Sonar: I like writing Gambit like that. I like to think he has a really good sense of humor. It think they're great together, too!
roguelover321: Thanks! And now, for more...
scott has a pole up his ass: Thought I'd throw in a little. Glad you liked it. I'm not sure whether there will be a fight scene between them. If there is, it will be short-lived.
tfobmv18: Thank you! You'll see.....
acupofchamomile: Yeah, they're all made up now. I was trying to think of something to do for another Romy moment. I'm happy you liked it.
Chica De Los Ojos Cafe: Yes, she is. Logan's stubbornness is legendary and Rogue's no slouch in that area, either. I think it took someone with a cooler head to step in and talk sense into him.
Adoete: Welcome to my Romy world. It thrills me that you love it. You asked a good question. My answer is, I'm thinking on it. I don't know yet.
Remy sprints out of the Danger Room, Logan not too far behind. "CAJUN!!!" Logan shouts as he unsheathes his claws. Remy laughs madly as he clears the top of the sofa, running toward the kitchen and out the back door. As Logan runs through, the students take one look at him and burst out laughing. They immediately become silent as Logan glares at them. Storm looks like she's desperately trying not to laugh and Hank is sniggering behind his hand.
Logan growls, raises his head, catches the Cajun's scent and bolts out the back door. "GET BACK HERE, GUMBO!!" They hear him yell as his form disappears from view. Everyone in the kitchen looks at each other and cracks up laughing again.
Remy somehow manages to evade Logan and sneaks back in the front door, where he runs into Rogue, returning from doing her laundry.
"Rems, why are ya sneakin' in? Ya live here." She points out, while looking at him oddly.
"'Ave y' seen de Wolverine aroun', cherie,?" Remy asks as he looks around the area.
"No, I-oh, no. What did ya do, now?" Rogue questions suspiciously.
"C'mon. I got de keys t' my bike. I'll take y' f'r a ride an' I'll tell y'." Remy tells her as he reaches out to take her hand.
"Not yet. I gotta get these back ta my room." Rogue says, indicating her laundry basket.
"Okay, but we got' t' 'urry. Dat nose o' 'is is goin' t' lead 'im back 'ere, befo' t' much longer." He grabs her basket and ascends the stairs quickly, Rogue behind him.
"I can' believe ya passin' up a golden opportunity ta go through my clothes." Rogue quips as she shows him where to place her basket.
"Who says I 'ave?" He asks cheekily, holding up one of her bras.
Rogue blushes scarlet as she snatches it from him. "Gimme that!" She exclaims as she hastily tucks it into her drawer, Remy chuckling wickedly. He strides over to her window and peeks out the curtain.
"We goin' t' 'ave t' make a break f'r it, chere. 'E's headin' back inside." Remy informs her as he watches. Hearing the door slam, they hear Wolverine breathing heavily.
"Where is he?" Logan snarls.
"Dat's our cue t' go." Remy whispers to Rogue as he easily slides the window open and gestures for her to go out ahead of him.
They jump from the low branch and run to the garage, getting on his bike. He doesn't start it until they're at the end of the drive. With a roar, they take off.
Logan, upon hearing the bike starting, glances out the front room window and spies the couple at the corner of the street. He rushes out the door and jumps on his own bike, squealing his tires as he takes chase.
By now, Remy merges onto the highway, going at a good clip. He's not taking any chances.
"Where're we goin'?" Rogue asks through the helmets' mic system.
"'M takin' y' t' de big trucker's plaza out on de in'erstate. Dey got a really good restaurant." Remy explains. "'Opefully it be far enoug' away, s' de Wolverine don' fin' us."
"I wouldn' be so sure a that, sugah. If ya get him mad enough, he will search til he finds ya." Rogue warns ominously.
"I got somet'in' in min', don' worry." Remy tells her.
"Remin' me, when we get ta tha restaurant, I need ta call Wands. We were gonna meet, til ya abducted me." Rogue teases.
"'Ave 'er meet us 'ere an' 'ave 'er bring Johnny t'. If y' deux are goin' t' be talkin' mo' weddin' plans, den I wan' someone dere I c'n talk t'." Remy jests.
"Ha-ha." Rogue shoots back. All she receives in response is a low chuckle.
Once they get there, Remy parks his bike in-between two buildings, hiding it from view. He helps her down and escorts her into the restaurant, ever mindful of other motorcycles speeding by.
As they find a booth, Rogue pulls out her phone and calls Wanda, telling her where to meet and relaying Remy's request. When the waitress arrives with their drinks, they inform her that they are waiting for two friends before they order.
Rogue takes a sip and folds her hands in front of her on the table. "Okay Rems, what did ya do ta Logan?" She leans forward with interest.
Remy smirks, then launches into his retelling of the events. "I rewired dose orbs dat 'over aroun' y' waitin' t' shoot y' wit' de paintballs. I made it s' dey could be controlled by a remote c'ntrol dat I 'ad, o' course."
"A course." Rogue repeats wittily.
"W'en 'e got in dere, 'e started de program, as no'mal, but I was in de control room, s' I turned on dose orbs an' 'ad dem follow 'im an' attack 'im.". He grins evilly, while Rogue is swallowing a laugh.
"Why do I get tha feelin' there's more?" Rogue inquires warily.
"Oh, dere is." he says mischievously. "Stole a needle fr'm de infirmary, removed de paint in de pellets an' replaced it wit' hot pink spray paint. Befo' y' ask, dere's ways o' removin' de paint wit'out sprayin' it." (Don't know if there is or not, but for the sake of the story.....) He finishes with a merry expression.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry I missed that." Rogue snickers. "But ya know Logan will get ya back, Rems." Rogue tells him with foreboding.
"Jus' m' way o' tryin' t' get 'im t' loosen up, cherie." Remy replies idly as Wanda and John meet them at the booth. Rogue gets out and slides in next to Remy, with the other two sitting opposite them.
"While tryin' ta get yaself killed in tha process." Rogue adds drily.
"Non. Won' let dat 'appen, Roguey. Not w'en 'm dis close t' 'avin' y' all t' m'self." Remy purrs seductively as Wanda chokes on a laugh and Rogue stares at him with a raised brow. John is giggling maniacally to himself, causing everyone to turn their attention to him.
"W'at's s' funny, mon ami?" Remy questions curiously.
"Oh, Wands and I saw that Wolverine bloke whippin' down the highway, mate. He looked so funny, all pink and splotchy." John manages to get out between chortles.
Rogue gazes at Remy with a smirk and that 'I told you so' look on her face. Remy turns to Wanda.
"'E didn' see y', did 'e, chere?"
"No, Father let me use his new car, since mine's in the shop. I doubt whether he knows about it yet."
"'Ope Johnny didn' break anyt'in' in dere." Remy quips.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I've got it covered." Wanda states confidently.
"In otha words, ya threatened him." Rogue surmises.
"Yeah, pretty much." Wanda replies lightly.
The sound of a motorcycle causes the booth's occupants to go silent. Remy lifts the shade and Rogue pinches her lips together, trying not to laugh, knowing that Logan would hear them. Logan circles slowly around the building a couple of times, looking carefully around. Apparently, he catches their scents, because he parks his bike and makes his way inside. After glancing around, he notices them in a corner booth and strides over. The other patrons look at him in surprise, some disguising laughter.
"Stripes, move. I've got a Cajun to fillet." Logan commands.
"No, Logan. Wait an' settle this at home. Ya causin' a scene!" Rogue answers, while struggling not to laugh. "Besides, ya ain't killin' him, 'cause that would really get me angry. Is that what ya wan', Logan, ta make me angry?" Rogue queries with a dangerous edge to her voice.
The two stand off for a moment, Logan finally conceding gruffly, mainly because Charles wouldn't like him making a scene. "Alright, Stripes. For you, I won't kill him. But I will see ya in the DR at 5 am sharp, Gumbo. Be prepared for a knock-down, drag-out brawl, boy, 'cuz that's what yer gonna get." Logan smiles ferally at Remy before leaving.
Rogue gives up the fight and starts laughing. "Ya really did a number on him, sugah. I wish ya got pictures."
"Was t' busy wit' de remote, cherie." Remy grins.
"Ya do realize that he's gonna work ya till ya near death." Rogue informs him.
"Maybe, if I don' beat 'im firs'." Remy retorts smartly.
"Why do I even try?" Rogue asks Wanda, who shrugs. "Ya know, why don' we begin anotha subject before I completely go insane." Rogue suggests with a trace of humor.
"Now you're talkin' my language, sheila!" John replies exuberantly.
"Yes, my boyfriend is quite the expert when it comes to insanity." Wanda says ruefully.
"You know it, luv." John assumes a proud look.
"So Rogue," Wanda begins, attempting to change the subject again. "have you decided where to have your wedding? We have to get that decided, so we can make reservations for that day." Wanda reminds her.
"I know, but nothin' jus' seems right ta us, right, Rems?" Rogue queries.
"Oui, but I may 'ave an answer t' dat. Didn' get a chance t' tell y' dat I talked t' mon frere las' nigh'. I tol' 'im 'bout 'ow we were lookin' f'r a place f'r our weddin'. 'E wanted me t' ask y' if y' would like t' 'ave de weddin' in New Orleans."
Rogue's eyes immediately brighten. "That's perfect! What betta place for a Mardi Gras weddin' than New Orleans?" But would ya be okay with it? What about ya fatha an' Bella?" Rogue gazes at him with concern.
"Well, de t'ing is, I didn' invite 'im, s' 'e's goin' t' be away dat entire week. De 'ouse will be big enoug' f'r de weddin' party, if ev'ryone pairs up an' we c'n get 'otel rooms f'r our guests. As f'r Bella, I don' care 'bout 'er. If she tries anyt'in' I'll know 'bout it, since dere'll be eyes an' ears out on de streets. Dey'll tell me o' Henri if she's plannin' anyt'in'."
"Then we're havin' our weddin' in New Orleans!" Rogue declares excitedly. "Now I really can' wait!"
Ok, I'm going to end it here. Now you know the location. Yes, Remy does survive the session, but was quite sore for a couple of days afterward. Hope ya liked it.