-1Disclaimer: I don't own the Xmen or Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Chapter One

"Name?" the woman with white hair asked the young brunette sitting in front of her desk.

"Jennifer Smith." the girl answered curtly, but respectfully.

"Can you tell us of your abilities?" the woman asked.

"Which ones?" Jennifer asked.

"Your mutant abilities."

"I can manipulate any object's kinetic energy until the point of combustion, pyrokinesis, empathy, telepathy, telekinesis, healing, and I can cause my enemies very unfortunate amounts of bad luck." Jennifer said matter-of-factly.

Jennifer's hazel colored eyes wandered the office, scrutinizing every single object, wall, and window. Wood paneling of a dark oak covered the walls, hardwood floors below her feet, and the same colored ceiling. It wasn't the kind of motif she would've chosen, but it worked.

"So, what are your other abilities?"

"Singing, any kind of liberal art." Jennifer smiled sweetly.

"Not too sweetly! They'll think you're up to something." she thought.

"Well, welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. I am Professor Monroe."

"Pleasure to meet you." Jennifer said.

"C'mon, I'll show you to your room." Prof. Monroe said.

Jennifer followed, her eyes wandering over every aspect of the building, and the many unique people who surrounded her. Some, their mutations weren't obvious, but several were visibly noticeable. One in particular caught her eyes, a brown haired boy with red eyes, Gambit.

Likewise, he saw her, and was completely enthralled by her stunning body. Slender and sleek, she exposed her soft tan skin by wearing a tight black tank top with a four inch stomach, mini black jean shorts, and combat boots. Long, dark brown hair was braided down her back, revealing a slightly angular face with amazing hazel eyes. A smirk appeared on his face as he approached her.

"Well, well… What have we here? What's your name, Cherie?"

"Jennifer Smith… But you can call me Jen." she smiled flirtatiously.

"Name's Remy… Remy LeBeau." he smirked.

"You're Cajun? How interesting." Jen said.

"How can you tell?" he asked

"I just can… It's a gift." Jen smiled flirtatiously.

"Come on, Jen, we have to get you settled in." Prof. Monroe said.

"Well, see you around… Remy." Jen said.

"Please, call me Gambit." he said, a look of curiosity in his red eyes.

"No, I think I'll call you Remy. Pleasure to meet you though." Jen said, a look of impish delight in her eyes.

With a sharp turn on her heels, she followed Prof. Monroe to her room, which was on the second floor. Unfortunately, it was the same motif as the rest of the building: wood, wood, and, guess what? More wood. There was no escaping it.

"You'll be rooming with Kitty… She should be here in a bit, we had a technical problem, and she offered to fix it. Classes start tomorrow at eight, and your first class is…Chemistry. Today you can relax, and try to make new friends. By the way… Remy will flirt with anything that has two boobs, a sexy body, and that's within a ten mile radius." Prof. Monroe said.

"Oh, really? Well, I'm not easily caught up in such things. He'd have to work exceptionally hard for me." Jen said.

Prof. Monroe chuckled, then left the small room, giving Jen plenty of time to think up new décor ideas. She wasn't feeling the "business meeting" motif, and only a business person would. It was too… Blah, in her taste. She preferred the wild, exotic, and unique; which translates to: she liked bold colors, any kind of foreign décor, and strange decorations.

Just as she was going out the door, she ran into Remy, again, and he was quite happy to "catch" her. Her eyebrow instinctively arched, and she pulled away, which made him chuckle. She couldn't help but put on her stubborn "you-think-you-can-get-me-but-I'm-too-much-of-a-challenge" look.

"You busy tonight?" he asked.

"No." Jen said curtly.

"Wanna go out?"

"No." she said flatly.

"C'mon…"

"No, absolutely not." she answered.

Before he could stop her, she walked, with a bit of flare, down the stairs. Remy just smiled, after all, she'd be quite the challenge, and he loved challenges. He'd get her tomorrow, at the mandatory school dance… And since he knew her dress size (he's good at sizing women up), he was going to buy her a very elegant, but revealing dress.

"I'll get you tomorrow, Jenny, and I swear I'll get you to swoon." Remy smirked.

"I wonder what he'll try tomorrow… Maybe he's a worthwhile pursuit, and maybe… Nah, it's not possible." Jen thought.