Edit: I realized I didn't translate Remy's french. I have added that in.

Enjoy!

Remy sang softly to himself as he played his solitaire, switching easily between French and English. He liked playing with the lyrics. It gave him something to do. Being one of Magneto's henchmen gave him a lot of down time. The only things he really needed to do was help in any battles that came up (which were fun but didn't happen nearly often enough for his taste), make sure his room stayed clean, and yes, even go shopping. Even the 'bad guys' had to eat.

He heard a loud feline growl and then an Australian-accented cry for help, then the rush of flames. He chuckled, thinking that Pyro and Sabertooth were at it again. They could never leave each other alone.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door. Without looking up, Remy called out, "Not this time, Pyro. You're on your own. I told you to leave him be."

There was a metallic hum and Remy realized his mistake. He knew it was too late to get up, so he just leaned back comfortably in his chair and faced the door; smiling as Magneto opened the door and came in, helmet under his arm. "Gambit." the older mutant greeted.

Gambit toyed with an ace of hearts, answering smoothly, "Magneto."

The master of magnetism then cut to the chase, saying briskly, "We have a new charge. I want him to stay with you."

Gambit frowned, asking, "Pourquoi moi? [Why me?] Can't he stay with Pyro?" Why was it that whenever new recruits came in, they were put up in HIS room?

"Because I said so." came the stern and dangerous reply.

Remy scowled and the card lit up, reflecting his red eyes in the flames as he muttered, "Fine, but he's sleeping on the floor." He dimmed the flames, asking, "Who is it?" Magneto stepped aside and Remy stared at the blue demon behind him. But then he recognized him as the 'Nightcrawler' from Xavier's team. Surprised, he asked, "Him?"

Magneto backed out of the room, saying over his shoulder, "I appreciate your generosity, Gambit."

Gambit smiled charmingly at his cloaked back, saying smoothly, "Largeur, mon cul." [Generosity, my ass.]

Remy scowled deeper when Magneto had gone, even though he actually knew why the bucket-head had put the kid in with him. Sabertooth would use him for a playtoy, Pyro would try to see how far he could with his flames and while Colossus was the safest choice, if the kid wanted to learn to be a member of Magneto's crew, he needed to learn the ropes and Gambit was the Cajun for the job. Gambit returned to his game, turning his back on the new arrival, asking, "What's your name?"

"Nightcrawler." came the soft answer from behind him.

He heard a strong German accent. He placed a red five on a black six, saying calmly, "You want to be formal, I see. Fine. Call me Gambit."

There was a silence between them until the blue mutant asked softly, "Where am I sleeping?"

Remy didn't bother to turn and focused on his game, answering, "Just stay off my bed and we'll be fine, Bleu. [Blue]" Remy heard a soft implosion and turned to see nothing behind him. Thinking the new recruit had run for it, he stood up, but then heard a soft sound above him. There, sprawled over the beams of his room, was Nightcrawler, curled up and looking like he was going to sleep. Remy stared for a while before shrugging and turning back to his game. There was more silence when Remy heard a soft sniffle. He sighed and put his cards down, saying with an air of annoyance, "Aww, you're not going to cry now are you?"

"Back off." The command was soft and vulnerable. The kid wasn't used to giving orders, apparently. Yet, behind the fragile words, was something that sounded like a serious threat.

Curious, Remy poked deeper, asking with a grin, "What? Miss your friends?" He then looked up at the blue mutant, saying with emphasis, "Assuming you had friends, of course."

The blue fur puffed up a little and the teleporter snarled angrily and tearfully, "Knock it off!"

He bared his fangs at the Cajun, who just laughed and asked, "Why? What are ya going to do? Mordre moi? [Bite me?] Drink my blood with those little fangs?"

What happened next was a whirl of motion and action that Remy didn't understand. All he could sort out was he heard the bamf of the mutant teleporting and then a swirling sensation that had him reeling. It was like his center of balance had inverted or something. He fell forwards, fearing he'd be sick and knowing it would hurt when he hit the ground.

But he never reached the floor.

The next thing he knew, he was being held tightly in a warm, firm embrace. Dazed, he tried to make sense of the situation. He realized his arms were stuck and looked down to find out why. All he saw was blue. "Qu'est-ce que ça peut bien faire? [What is going on?]" he muttered softly and then looked up. He then pieced together what he was seeing; Nightcrawler was huge to him, like a giant or something. He then realized that he was being held in the teleporter's hand and he could feel that if the mutant squeezed… No more Remy.

Nightcrawler brought the Cajun up to his face and growled, "If you ever mention my friends ever again, I'll kill you! Got it, tiny?!"

Remy found himself staring. Had he called those fangs little? They were as long as his arm! He nodded, answering softly, "Oui. [Yes.]"

The mutant stared at him a while more, then released him onto the floor. There was another gut-churning sensation and Remy found himself normal again, leaning back against the table, staring up at Nightcrawler, who was back in the beams.

Remy, however, wasn't terrified. He found the other mutant's powers fascinating. "That's part of your mutation?" he asked conversationally.

The blue teleporter curled up tighter, saying, "I don't know."

Remy then said with a wide smile, "That's special, that is."

"No it's not. It's horrible."

There was a hint of a tear in the statement and Remy interrupted, saying sternly, "Now, now! Don't go and play the 'poor me' role on me. I get it enough from Acier." He then walked to be right under the blue mutant, saying softly, "Now, tell me, Nightcrawler …" The mutant looked at him, eyes glowing weak yellow. Remy's eyes glowed blood red as he asked softly, "Have you ever been interested in becoming a thief?"

There were no clock towers in Bayville, but if there were, the clock would be chiming that it was two in the morning. On the roof of the Bayville bank were two figures. One was cloaked, the cloth billowing slightly in the wind. He wore gloves, but with the ends cut off to reveal his fingers. At the moment, they were checking a watch. He wore a uniform under his clock, a simple black bodysuit with the mask going up his head, covering his ears and reaching slightly around to his face. His red and black eyes surveyed the scene calmly, as if he'd done this a thousands times before. His posture was one of patience and waiting. He knew that the time would come. You just had to wait for exactly the right moment.

The other was crouched next to him, one hand on the floor to help with balance. The way the body was bent signaled that the spine wasn't normal. The presence of a swishing tail, barbed at the tip, only helped this assumption. He also wore a simple black outfit, but it had been obvious that his legs and arms be bare, his blue fur ruffling gently in the wind. Instead of hindering him, this lack of clothes only seemed to help him vanish into the shadows. His yellow, pupil-less eyes were heavy and lidded, as if he weren't pleased with what was happening. Or with what he was about to do.

The cloaked one then whispered to the smaller and the tail slid to wrap around the other man's ankle and they both vanished with a soft bamf. They reappeared inside the bank, in the room with the security guards. Both guards saw the intruders and were repelled by the yellow and red eyes. But then they drew their guns, giving the standard, "FREEZE!"

The red eyes looked bored while the yellow eyes flashed. The older man then went and began to play with the security computer, typing in overriding codes, ignoring the cracking and chewing sounds behind him. He turned back and signaled to his partner, who followed, licking blood from a blue fingertip.

They walked confidently into the bank, knowing that the security system had been shut off. They reached the vault and the taller man put his hand on the other's shoulder. There was a slight hesitation, but then with another bamf, they were inside the vault. They then began to empty all the safety deposit boxes, filling a bag the other man had brought in with them. When they had emptied the place, he gave it to the other. He took it and then after concentrating, held a tiny marble-sized bag in his palm. He gave it back and the other man pocketed it, smiling broadly. He put his hands on the other's shoulder and they vanished again.

They reappeared several blocks away on a rooftop. Remy chuckled as he said, "Well done, Nightcrawler. Very good work."

The other mutant was down on all fours, crouching as he muttered, "Yeah, I guess so."

Remy then said, "Oh relax! You did fine!" He then began to walk off, saying firmly, "Now let's go." The blue mutant followed, head bowed.

When they got back to the base, Remy piled his earnings and went right to sleep. Nightcrawler, on the other hand, lay sprawled on his beam. He licked his lips, his mind raging.

He knew it was wrong, but it felt, and tasted, so right. He rolled carefully to his back, thinking that tonight had been light. There were usually more than four guards. He stifled a soft sigh of disappointment. He was still hungry. He rolled back to his front and after curling up tightly, went to sleep.