Hi- Note from me! I do not speak French. I do not pretend to speak French. I took Spanish. All French located in this entire story was found on the internet. If I make any mistakes feel free to point them out. C: Alright- Back to Story!

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Remy LeBeau watched as Rogue took a step back when his red on black eyes flicked down her frame. God, she was beautiful. It was a sin that something that perfect was untouchable.

He heard a low growl that seemed to be radiating from Wolverine's throat and quickly understood the message there. Rogue was Wolverine's girl. He protected her. And since Remy was very keen to stay alive today, he wasn't about to challenge Wolverine for her. It was very important he stayed alive today; it was all part of the plan.

It was also very important that Rogue left this house immediately with him. It wasn't safe.

"What do you mean?" Rogue spoke up before Wolverine could kill Remy.

Remy moved slowly, controlling his motions to make them seem calm and relaxed, when really he was anything but. He reached into the folds of his trench coat and produced a stack of papers.

He watched Rogue carefully as she took a step forward and hesitantly looked at the papers. He knew what they said.

Name. Mutant Name. Powers. Past Addresses. Associations. Threat Level. And orders to Seek and Apprehend. And they were all Rogue's.

"What is it you're playing at, Gambit?" Wolverine snapped, looking over Rogue's shoulder to read what the papers said as well. Remy hadn't told him exactly what was up; he had just been vague enough to get Rogue down here. And now the important part was getting Rogue out of here.

"Gambit only play cards, sir." His Cajun accent made the words seem more sincere then he had actually meant them to be.

Rogue looked up at him. Her green eyes were slightly darkened with this news, but she stuck her chin out and glared at him.

"I don't believe you." She finally stated.

"I am crushed, Monchérie." Remy put his hand to his chest in mock heart ache. "Of course, that would be exactly Gambit's style, to patiently type up a history and warrant just to gain access into the X mansion, just to confront a man that would rather stab out me heart than actually talk to me to protect a woman who insists on addressing me as Swamp Rat."

Wolverine and Rogue shared a look.

"Swamp Rat has a point." Rogue said.

Wolverine begrudgingly accepted that.

Remy could barely suppress a victorious smile. Now that that was covered. "We need to get Rogue out of here."

Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say. Three blades pressed firmly at his throat.

"We?" Wolverine's voice was abrasive. "There is no 'we', Cajun. There is you, and then there is the X-men. They are two very different things. The X-men will take care of Rogue. You will leave."

Externally, Remy feigned fear. Internally, he was rolling his eyes. Wolverine was making a big mistake. She was not safe here. And if she wasn't safe, no one else was safe. And that didn't exactly work with the plan.

"Logan." Rogue's smooth voice seemed to be made of honey and Remy saw Wolverine visibly relax. "Gambit was just tryin' to help." She made an excuse for him.

Wolverine retracted the blades back into his fist and gave Remy one long glare before stalking off, Remy assumed to find the others and warn them of what was going on.

Remy was left alone with Rogue.

He saw that she was a little nervous about being a room alone with him, he intimidated her, but also, she was too stubborn to leave. Even if she was only wearing a t-shirt.

Remy felt his eyes glaze over slightly at that thought and had to shock himself slightly to be able to pay attention.

"Stop looking at me like that, Swamp Rat." Rogue tugged at the hem of her shirt and gave him a fierce glare.

"Je suis sincèrement désolée, mon chérie. I couldn't help myself." He smirked.

"And stop calling me 'cherie'." She snipped, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking a hip to fake boldness, but he caught her eyes searching for a route of escape if needed.

"Gambit noticed how you are always making excuses to keep him alive, chérie. Could that possibly be because you want him around?" He teased, trying to see how far he could take it before she actually took off.

"Or, it could be I don't like to start off my days with bloodshed." She sniffed and turned the other way.

"Or, it could be that you like me. All the other girls do." Remy smiled at her back- that view being just as good as the front.

"Well, I'm not like the other girls, am I?" Rogue turned back to him with a terrible fire in her eyes.

"No. The other girls smile more." Remy said after a pretend moment of consideration. "Not that Gambit minds, he knows a few ways to put a smile on that face."

Her green eyes sparked with annoyance as they let his cocky red and black ones. It was almost a game getting her worked up. She had such a quick temper and such a pretty face it was better than actually touching any other girl any day.

"You are…" She struggled to find some sort of vile word to describe him and Remy grinned with success.

"What, chérie ? What am I?"

"You're…" She was still looking for something. "You're…"

"I'm…I'm…?" His smile widened and she pulled at her hair.

"Obnoxious!" She nearly screamed and then stormed away.

He smiled and enjoyed watching her leave. No way was he leaving this place without her.

That wasn't part of the plan.