A/N: It's me with another Evo fic. This one's another post Apocalypse fic (gasp What a shocker, I know.) This one's set about 6 months after Ascension. It's kind of my take on the Acolytes joining the X-Men.

Ages:

Gambit-21

Colossus, Pyro, Jean, Scott, Lance-19

Rogue, Wanda, Pietro, Blob-18

Kitty, Kurt, Toad-17

Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or any of the characters from it.

Rogue was never looking forward to a weekend as much as she was on Friday afternoon. Logan had been pushing her in training all week, so she was looking forward to having Sunday off. Unfortunately, she had an afternoon training session in twenty minutes.

Rogue dragged herself upstairs to change for training. She put on her new uniform. With the recent rise in anti-mutant activity, the Professor had ordered them all new uniforms made of spandex and an advanced kind of kevlar. Rogue's was black and silver with a silver and green utility belt. She had black combat boots and black gloves that finished off the look.

Rogue grabbed Kitty and went outside for their training session. Logan, Scott, Remy, and Piotr were already waiting. Jean, Bobby, Kurt, Tabitha, and Amara were missing.

"I like the new uniform, chére."

"I was wearin it yesterday on our mission."

"Really? Didn't notice."

"Stripes, Half-Pint, you have any idea where the rest of the group is?"

"Sorry, Logan, Ah haven't seen em since Ah got home."

"Like, me either."

"Let's get started. They'll show up."

"Sorry I'm late." Kurt teleported into the middle of the group. Jean floated over to them a second later.

"Come on." Logan led them off to the woods. "You're going to play a little tag. Whatever powers you've got are legal. Just don't tear the place up. I want you back here once you're tagged out. Winner gets tomorrow off from training. Now spread out."

The mutants listened to him and ran in all directions. Rogue found hiding spot to wait out the beginning of the game. She couldn't find any reason to wear herself out by chasing the others when someone else could do it for her.

Rogue watched as Nightcrawler teleported directly below her. A second later, Kitty tagged him by phasing through the trunk of tree Rogue was hiding in. Kurt teleported out of the woods and Kitty was tagged by Scott, who had obviously heard Nightcrawler.

Rogue heard an explosion followed by Tabitha cursing as someone tagged her. Tabitha's voice was followed by Bobby's. From what Rogue could hear, Amara had tagged them both. Soon Rogue heard Amara shouting at someone for tagging her.

Rogue winced as she heard metal hitting something. She realized that Scott had been tagged by Piotr when a reflected optic beam shot out of the forest. Jean levitated out, having been silently tagged by Remy. Rogue waited in her perch until she heard Piotr call that he had been tagged.

Rogue jumped out of the tree to look for the Cajun. She called on Rahne's sense of smell to figure out where he was. Rogue whirled around to confront him and promptly collapsed into a heap.

"Rogue, you okay, chére?"

"Ah don't know." Rogue closed her eyes against the pain that was shooting through her ankle.

"What is it?"

"My ankle. Ah did something to it."

"I'll help get you back to the house." Remy offered Rogue a hand.

"If Ah touch ya, you're out."

"I don't care. You need someone to look at your ankle."

Rogue took Remy's hand and pulled herself up on her good leg. She tried to take a step forward, only to have her ankle give out under her weight. Remy caught her around the waist and held her up.

"Chére, this is gonna take forever."

"What else do you suggest we do?"

"This." Remy picked Rogue up bridal style and carefully wound his way through the trees to where everyone else was.

Logan growled when he saw Remy carrying Rogue. "Put her down."

"Can't. She did something to her ankle when she tried to tag me."

"Ah think it was when Ah jumped out of the tree."

"Take her to see Hank." Remy started to walk off. "Wait a second, Gumbo. Who won?"

"Rogue." Remy carried her into the house and down to the med bay.

Hank was looking at something under the microscope when the door opened. "Mr. LeBeau, how can I help you?"

"Can you tell me where to put her down at?"

"Of course. Just set her on this table. What happened?"

"We were trainin with Logan. Ah jumped out of a tree. When Ah turned around to tag Remy, may ankle gave out."

"I see. I believe I'll have to take some x-rays."

"You think Ah broke it?"

"It's possible. We just have to see what the x-rays tell us. Now just sit still while I examine it."

Rogue winced as Beast moved her ankle. Remy noticed and gave her a small smile. She returned it, but jumped when Beast moved her ankle again.

"I think you've fractured it. If not, it's a bad sprain. I'll take some x-rays and find out. While I get it set up, take these." Beast handed Rogue two pills and a bottle of water. "They'll help with the pain."

"Thanks." Rogue downed the pills as Hank set up the portable x-ray machine. He took a few x-rays and disappeared.

"How's it feel?"

"It hurts like hell, Swamp Rat. How do you think it feels?" Rogue held her leg as still as possible, not wanting to sent the pain shooting through her ankle again.

"Bout like it did when I broke my arm at least ten years ago." Rogue looked up at him. He was studying her with a half smile on his face.

"What?"

"Sorry."

"For what?"

"This." He motioned to her ankle. "You wouldn't have spun like that if I didn't sneak up behind you."

"S' not your fault. Ah jumped out of the tree."

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Rogue."

"Ah broke it?"

"No. It's a severe sprain. You've torn the ligaments on the outside of you ankle. A break probably would have been less painful by the time this is all over. I'm not going to cast it, but I am going to wrap it. I want you to ice it, but not for more than twenty minutes at a time. I also want you to stay off of it completely for the next two days and keep it elevated. After that, I want you to use crutches."

Rogue groaned and looked down at her already swelling ankle. "Great."

"Remy, do you mind taking Rogue up to her room?" Hank asked as he wrapped Rogue's ankle.

"Not at all." Remy waited until he was done before carefully picking Rogue up.

"Guess it's a good thing Ah've got the weekend off." Rogue put her arms around Remy's neck to keep from falling.

In the main hallway, they ran into Logan and Ororo. "Gumbo, why are ya still carryin her?"

"Hank asked me too."

Ororo glanced at her ankle. "What did you do, child?"

"Tore the ligaments during training. Hank said it's a severe sprain. Ah'm not supposed to use it for the next day or two, then Ah'm supposed to use crutches."

"So you're out of commission for a while then, aren't ya, Stripes?"

"He didn't tell me how long it'd take to heal, but Ah'm guessin it'll be a couple weeks at least." Rogue's eyes kept drifting shut as she talked.

"You alright?" Logan watched her as her eyes drifted shut again.

"Ah'm fine. Beast gave me some pain pills. Ah guess they're makin me sleepy."

"Let's get you to bed, chére."

"Later Logie." Logan growled at the name, but let it go since Rogue was hurt and on pain meds.

Remy set Rogue down on her bed and propped her foot up on a pillow. "You need anything, Rogue?"

"Just you," Rogue mumbled as she drifted off into sleep. Remy stared at her in confusion for a minute before going to do some much needed work on his bike. He figured that Rogue would be out for at least an hour or two, probably longer.

When Rogue woke up, Remy was sitting in her desk chair with a notebook and a pen. "Whatcha doin?"

"Figured I'd help you on your homework since this is kinda my fault."

"It's not your fault. What homework?"

"French. It's the one thing I remembered how to do."

"That reminds me. Can ya grab my laptop for me?" Remy handed her the small computer. "Ah need to start on my project. What can ya tell me about New Orleans French influences?"

"You might do better if you get this out of a book. I'm not a big history person. I'm more into art appreciation," Remy replied with a grin.

"Swamp Rat, art appreciation is not what Ah'd call your family's business."

"You're right. It's more like art collectin. Now what do you need help with?"

"Just tell me what you know about French Cajun stuff back home."

Remy looked at her for a minute before he started talking. He told her all he could think of while she typed on her computer. She had several pages typed by the time he stopped talking.

"Thanks. This should be good. Ah'll just have to check it and look at some encyclopedias or something so Ah'll have enough."

"That all you need help with?"

"When Ah start writing it, Ah might need help with some of the words Ah might not know the French for. But other than that, Ah think so."

"Okay." Remy stood up to leave. "You want some dinner?"

"Sure. Can ya bring some ice back with ya?"

"Be back in a minute." Remy disappeared down the hall. Rogue checked her e-mail before going to an online encyclopedia and checking the validity of what Remy had told her. It pretty much matched up, but there were a few things Remy had said that weren't mentioned. Rogue figured that his family had lived in New Orleans for years, so she could trust the little bit that didn't match.

Remy reappeared with a plate of food and an icepack. He pulled a bottle of water out of the pocket of his jeans and set it on her nightstand.

"I don't know who's night it was to cook, but they made lasagna." He handed the plate and a fork to her. "Bon appetite."

Rogue ate in silence. Her only reaction was to wince when the weight of the ice pack pressed on her ankle. She put the plate on her nightstand when she was done.

"Why are ya lookin after me?"

"I feel responsible."

"You ain't."

"I snuck up on you. I might be."

"You're not. Ah jumped out of the tree and Ah turned around. It's my fault so quit blamin yourself."

"Desole, chére." Remy smirked at her. "You should get some sleep." He took the icepack and the dishes back down to the kitchen. Rogue snuggled back into her pillow and drifted off.

"How're you feeling?" Rogue opened an eye at the voice.

"Kit, it's early. Leave me alone." She shut her eye and snuggled back against her pillow.

"Rogue, it's ten thirty."

Rogue's eyes shot open at Kitty's statement. "You're kiddin, right?" Rogue looked at her bedside clock. It was flashing 10:30. Rogue groaned.

"Like, I totally didn't want to wake you up, but Mr. Logan insisted that someone should check on you and make sure that you ate something."

"It's fine, Kit. Have you seen Remy this morning?"

"Yeah. He went out earlier. He hasn't some back yet. Why?"

"Ah wanna get outta my room and he seemed the most willing to help me."

"I could get Mr. Logan or Scott."

"That'll work. Ah just need to get out of my bed for a little while."

"Okay. Like, be right back."

Kitty came back a few minutes later with Piotr. "He was the only one that I could find. Plus he's, like, so much stronger."

"Thanks."

Piotr picked her up effortlessly. "Where do you wish to go?"

"How bout the rec room?"

"Alright." Piotr took her downstairs and set her down on the couch in the rec room.

Rogue propped her ankle up on the armrest at one end and piled pillows behind her back for support. "Thanks, Pete." Rogue leaned back and turned on the big screen TV.

Kitty brought Rogue something to eat and sat in the chair to talk. "So, like, what's going on with you and Remy?"

"Nothin."

"Come on, Rogue. He was in your room for most of the afternoon."

Rogue shrugged and changed the channel. "He feels responsible."

"Why?"

"He thinks that Ah wouldn't have spun around like Ah did if he didn't sneak up on me."

"He might be right."

"Ah was using Rahne's sense of smell. Ah would have turned around like that if a strange scent drifted. Sides, Ah'd have been screwed if he wasn't there. We didn't have our coms and we were in the middle of the woods." She changed the channel again.

"So how long are you going to be on crutches or whatever?"

"Ah'm guessin a few weeks."

"What exactly did you do?"

"Tore the ligaments on the outside of my ankle. And yes, it hurts like hell."

Kitty smiled at Rogue guessing her next question. "So you have to go to school with crutches?"

"Yeah." Rogue looked around. "Where is everyone? It's way too quiet in here."

"Scott and Jean are out, Kurt's with Amanda, Logan is training the new recruits, Ororo is tending her garden, Beast is in his office, and the Prof is here somewhere. Oh and so is Piotr."

"So you're my babysitter?"

"No. I'm just keeping you company while everyone else is busy."

"Thanks." Rogue and Kitty both turned their attention to the TV when the theme song to one of their favorite shows started playing. The watched TV for the next half hour until the new recruits came into the room.

All the new recruits stopped when they saw Rogue on the couch. She smiled at them and they all went back to what they were doing. The boys claimed their spot in front of the TV.

"You mind if we play Playstation?"

"Go ahead. Ah need some entertainment. Ya'll threatenin to kill each other over a game will work."

"Cool!" Bobby grabbed one of the controllers and put in some car game. Roberto and Sam fought over the other controller since Ray had been banned from playing for two weeks after he had shocked Bobby for winning.

The mansion suddenly got much louder. The boys were trading insults while the girls talked about whatever came to mind. Rogue rolled her eyes and watched Bobby try to smash Sam's car.

"How do you take this, chére?" Rogue looked up to see Remy lean against the back of the couch with dazzling smile. "They'd drive me crazy."

"You get used to it. Ah hardly notice most days." Rogue winced as Sam and Bobby started fighting over who won.

"You want me to take you somewhere else?" Remy watched the boys wrestling in the middle of the floor.

"Sure." Rogue watched the jealousy go over the girl's faces as Remy picked her up. "See ya'll later."

"Where d'ya wanna go?"

"Ah dunno. Pick somewhere."

"Well, I was planning on workin on my car. You mind sittin in the garage?"

"Nope. Ah like bein out there. It's quiet and Ah like workin on cars."

"What?" Remy looked at her in surprise.

"Surprised that a girl like workin on cars?"

"Non. Just surprised that you do."

"Yeah, Ah know. Ah don't seem like the type. But Ah've always found something soothing bout workin on an engine."

"You'll just have to watch today." Remy set her down next to the workbench. "Can ya hang on a second?"

"Sure." Rogue laid a hand on the bench to keep herself balanced. She watched Remy pull out two lawn chairs.

"One for you, one for your leg."

"Thanks." Remy helped Rogue into the seat that he had put near enough to his Camaro that she could watch him work. "Do we have a radio out here or something?"

"Yeah. You care what it's on?" Rogue shook her head and Remy flipped through the stations. Jazz music flowed from the speakers. Rogue leaned her head back and closed her eyes, listening to the soothing music.

"Gawd, Ah've missed this kind of music. Ah didn't know that there was a jazz station up here."

"Oui. There's a blues one too." Remy popped the hood on his car and went to work.

"So what're ya fixin?"

"Just tunin her up. And I need to change the oil."

"You're gonna have to let me drive that car one day."

"Sorry, but no one but me drives it."

"Come on, Swamp Rat."

"Non. You can ride in it, but you can't drive it."

Rogue sighed ad gave up. He seemed pretty serious about it. "What about your bike?"

"Can you drive a bike?"

"Of course. Ah've drove Logan's before."

Remy turned to look at her. "You're serious?"

"Yeah. That red one with the flames that he had."

"Merde. Ah didn't think that anyone drove his bikes."

"They don't. Ah was savin his ass after that sentinel disaster." Remy didn't respond. Rogue eyed him as he bent over the hood of the car. He was wearing a black muscle tank and a pair of ripped jeans.

"Stop starin at me, chére."

"How'd you know Ah was even lookin at ya?"

"I can sense stuff like that."

Rogue turned her eyes to the car. She admired it's sleek lines. There wasn't a scratch or dent to be found. "Where'd you find a car like this?"

"Here. I needed something to do in my spare time when I worked for Mags and I came across an ad for a '68 Camaro. It was rough lookin at the time and didn't run. With all the spare time I had, it only took a few months to restore her."

Rogue leaned her head back again and let her eyes drift shut.

"You okay?"

Rogue opened her eyes to see Remy looking at her. "Ah'm fine. Just enjoyin this."

"What?"

"This. The music, the conversation, just hanging out with someone. Most of the people around here don't really hang out with me just for the heck of it, in case you haven't noticed. That's mainly my fault for pushing everyone away for years. And none of them but Logan know anything about working on cars. Don't get me wrong, they're like my family."

"Maybe they just don't really know how to approach you?"

"Ah don't know. They just don't really get me. Not even Kurt. None of them have been through half of what Ah have, but they seem to think that they know what Ah'm goin through all the time."

"I know what you're talkin bout, trust me. Livin with the Acolytes was close. John was there because he was wanted for arson in Australia. Piotr was bein blackmailed into stayin. Sabes was a cold hearted killer and Mags offered him a chance to get back at Wolvie for whatever he'd done. I wouldn't say that they're like family, but at least I wasn't the only screwed up one there."

Rogue's eyes had closed while he was talking. She'd heard everything he said, but was too tired to keep her eyes open. They snapped back open when Remy shut the hood.

He laughed at the startled look in her green eyes. "You're goin to bed before you fall off that chair."

"I thought you were gonna change the oil?"

"I'll do that later." He picked her up and carried her to her room. "If you got bored this quick, you're gonna be goin crazy by tomorrow."

"Ah know. Night, Rems."

"It's only a little after one."

"Ah don't know how long Ah'll be out."

"Ya want someone to bring you dinner?"

"Sure." Rogue snuggled into her pillows and drifted off to sleep.

Here's the next chapter. I hope ya'll like it. I had to throw some kind of a twist in there, hence Rogue's injury. And Logan's healing actor woul have ruined part of my story, so she's not going to use it. Thanks reviewers! R&R