Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution or any of the X-Men. They belong to Marvel. So don't sue, because I can't pay you. I just got inspired to write my interpretation of their stories. So, whatever.

Author's Notes: My first fan fiction. I hope you enjoy. Please review and be nice. It is a ROMY, so all you obsessed Romy fans out there, this is the one for you. This story will basically show the build up of their love from their first meetings. I will also cover my version of the Acolytes joining the X-Men and Wanda also, eventually. Even though this will be a Romy centered piece, I also want to write what I think will be a sort of Season 5: X-Men Evolution. So there will be other couples, pairings and characters, although they'll be more of a supporting cast. Some being Kiotr, Johnda, Kurmanda, Bobbilee (sounds funny and I love saying it) and some other of the new recruit pairings, oh yeah and > Jott> . I hope my ficcie will be better than a normal Evo ep, cause let's face it they sometimes are lame, for their lack of reality or continuity with the real world and the actual Mavel characters. However, I do like what they did with Rogue, because with her powers, I could totally see her acting like that. Oh, yeah and I'm writing Jean as nice, maybe a little too goody goody but still nice, Rogue may be annoyed by her but she does not hate Jean, nor Scott. I enjoy any form of Jott bashing individual or otherwise, but get annoyed and despise it when they are not portrayed accurately. Jean and Rogue are like sisters that don't always get along and just about always have differences and fights, but it does not make them love each other less. They can put aside their differences for the sake of their family and envy each other for what the other has. They are on friendly, civil, if not speaking terms. Scott is like her protective older brother, annoying, and overly protective, opposed to change as he is a control freak! Rogue may have had a crush on him, but now thinks of him more of as a good friend or brother. Guess, what? I just made Jott sound like they were performing an act on incest…hehehe… Just as an early warning, Rogue and Remy will not love each other immediately or have feelings for each other more than slight infatuation or interest in the beginning. Their relationship will build starting as FRIENDS. I like the Romyness love at first sight thing, but it's just not for me to write. I'm changing their outfits and uniforms a little, since they're kind of ugly. Feel free to tell me to correct any grammatical errors on my part. I'm a perfectionist, I hate it when I make grammatical errors, so please point it out and I will fix them and repost. Oh, and I'll try my best with the accents.

Anyway, now that I have bored you to death with my note, the story:

CHAPTER 1: BLOSSOMINGS

When Ah look back now, Ah wonder, did Ah fall for you then? Ah remember yoah eyes, deep pools of ruby surrounded by onyx. You broke through mah walls, and warmed my core, seeing me for who I was with just one look. Ah was captured, lost and hypnotized by yoah gaze. Where you by mine?

This she wondered as she thought back in her life…

I'member your eyes from the very first, your emeralds shone through my soul and imprinted your visage into my heart. You seemed to mesmerize me. I chose not to believe that perhaps you had stolen dis t'ieve's heart dat day, but I still see your rich cinnamon locks, framed by the purest white dat fateful day…

This he reminisced as he thought back in his life…

That fateful day. Yes, that day when they met was, perhaps not the most romantic by any standards, but they had left an impression in each other's souls that would be etched so deeply that no mortal hand could undo. She, untouchable, cold, lost and masked and he, cocky, mesmerizing, dark and mysterious met as foes. Each powerful, each hidden behind a façade, and yet each was lost deep down. He, needed to find his home, his heart, his soul, niche and heart and redemption, and she needed to find who she really was under all the false pretenses and masks, and she needed to find a trust in someone and herself.

So thus, they squared off, each to his own, a powerful mutant, a cache of power.

The sky was clear, the town peaceful and yet malignity was stirring. They were going for blood, for war that day, with allies formed from the Brotherhood, against Magneto. The X-Men were already without some of their strongest members like Wolverine, who had been captured by Trask and Cyclops who was at the Institute with the new recruits. The setting was the industrial district, by an old, run down wear house. Crates lined the area behind it, setting up ideal defensive hiding areas.

Rogue, the lonely Goth girl with an antisocial streak and an attitude to match wandered away from the battle waging against the X-Men and the new group of mutants, the Acolytes, recruitments of Magneto. One was colossal, tall and dark with a steel shell to match, Colossus, another was insane, hyper and uncontrollable, with a liking to the flame and an attitude that could only be described as bipolar, ADHD or whatever psychologists call crazy people. Of coarse, one of the last ones emerging from his metal chamber was the ever annoying, always insufferable, Sabertooth. Lastly, was Gambit, slyly and without notice, he too slipped away from the battle to face the intriguing Rogue, after waging a duel for quite some time. His dark auburn hair swirled around his stubbled aristocratic face and oh, what a face it was. His red on black eyes burned with eagerness at the task at hand. The rugged manly, yet Elven features of his handsome face were impassive. An ever present smirk twisted his lips.

At the start of the battle the X-Men and Brotherhood had scattered due to the onslaught of Gambit's charged cards raining over their heads and causing explosions that hindered movement and eyesight. And so they went separate ways, hoping to gain some sort of advantage on what Scarlet Witch had already proclaimed to her twin as a trap, moments before the starting fire.
Colossus stood tall and the metal of his body reflected the light, giving him a god-like appearance due to his height, rippling muscles and stature. The Russian giant had stepped out of his metal pod and was currently bringing the muscle to Magneto's campaign. He was handsome, his grey-blue eyes were cool and impassive, and his dark hair gelled, so that it was swept up military style and despite the situation, and one could see his heart wasn't in the battle fully. A pair of thick, slightly baggy, olive green military style cargo pants, stuffed into a pair of thick, black leather combat boots, adorned the lower half of his body. A black muscle shirt showed off his huge metaled up arms and over top, he wore what appeared to a brick red chest plate that protected his torso and back that had leather straps down the sides that revealed his black muscle shirt. Black wrist cuffs completed his ensemble.

He battled the X-Men relentlessly and was obviously overpowering the members of both teams. Toad did nothing but to annoy the giant by hopping about, Shadowcat did her best to avoid attacks by phasing through him at every chance. The ever persistent Toad tried to hurl himself at the might Colossus, but was ripped right off by the giant's strength, failing miserably. Blob, seeing this, body slams Colossus and is hurled into the wall of the warehouse. Using this to her advantage, Shadowcat phases the leviathan man into the warehouse and calls on Avalanche to let 'er rip, causing the entire building to collapse on Colossus.

Just as they are about to celebrate, Colossus, emerges from his rubble prison, unscathed to the surprise of his inferior opponents, who prepare for round two of their skirmish.

Surprisingly, the giant walks away and leaves, leaving the team of mutants confused and bewildered.

Pyro was insane.

The Acolytes' resident pyromaniac wore a full brick red body suit, that resembled a handy worker's, except better fitted with orange detailing and padding on his chest, arms and legs. A red head dress like that of Jean Grey's made his flaming orange hair spike upwards and a visor over his eyes protected him from burns to his face. His black gloves and boots were fairly long and had dark blue padding on it. A large tank of gasoline was strapped to his back with tubes connecting to his gloves, in which he could shoot his flamethrower and manipulate the fire. All of his clothing was flame-retardant. His green eyes were alight with a mischievous glint.

"Haha, lookit them birdies dance," he cackled manically, seriously creeping out everyone in the vicinity as he shot the flames from his fully loaded flame thrower out onto the battlefield and using his powers to manipulate them to chase Quicksilver and to corner Spyke and Jean Grey. His flames spurred great mayhem and the heat was quickly overpowering his opponents.

The flames then twisted and transformed into a dragon, which towered above the X-Men and struck fear into their hearts. It circled and danced around them, slowly closing in. Pyro was taking his sweet time in letting the X-Men suffer. Mayhem traveled wherever Pyro left his touch. He laughed like a lunatic during this.

That is, until the weather goddess that is Strom stepped into the fray.

"You will stop this madness, NOW!" she bellowed to the winds, which met her call and sent a torrent of rain falling to the ground and putting out his beloved flames.

He let out an anguished cry and shrieked, "Moy flamies, moy precious flamies, not moy flamies! You murderer! What did moy innocent flamies evah do ta ya? Ya flame killah! Screw you!" Yup, he was now hysterical and in mourning of his now deceased flames.

Storm took this as her cue to send a bolt of lightning down to fry his flamethrower, causing the now useless pyromaniac to become incensed. To add to injury, his once spiked up flames for hair, was now sopping wet and hung in ungodly chunks that hugged his pained face over the loss of his 'precious flamies.'

He walked away defeated without further trouble on the part of the X-Men, which not only shocked, but unnerved them.

The animal-like beast engages in battle with Sabretooth. Seeing it upon himself to beat to crap out of the mangy cat as Wolverine was not present to do so himself. He would have made Wolvie proud, maybe even tear, to see the precise way in which he was beating the bejeezus out of the unhygienic wild man.

Sabretooth wore a furry, smelly outfit that consisted of a tunic, scratchy pants and a long fur coat. His long shaggy blond hair was unkempt as always.

Just as the Beast was about to win the battle against the feisty feline, Sabes kicks it into gear and made the brawl interesting. He shoved off the bestial mutant and prepares to launch an attack, only to befuddle Beast by stalking off in the other direction.

Scarlet Witch and Nightcrawler faced the hand full that was Gambit. Hexing the Cajun gave way to limited success and every time the frustrated Nightcrawler tried to advance and attack the Acolyte via teleportation, Gambit would move out of the way with an inhuman stealth and agility, whacking the annoyed German with his trusty and purposeful Bo staff.

"Mein Gott, stay still, you," yelled a pissed off Kurt.

The tricky Cajun wore a tight dark red T-shirt which showed of the muscles of his lean frame under a sort of black Ocean's 11 inspired vest (you know, kinda like the one Matt Damon and George Cloony wear while in the elevator shaft only way cooler) The cunning thief wore a black head dress, like that of Pyro's, which ran the length of his cheek bones and then straight down to encircle his handsome face and cover his neck. His black cargo pants with many pockets that stored some of his thieving items and cards and was stuffed into his long, totally badass looking black leather padded boots that were a combination of biker boots and combat boots, only thicker and with padding. (To the artist of Gambit on Evo, what the hell is up with his boots?) A thick midnight blue belt encircled his waist and clipped to it was his weapon of choice, his Bo staff. Also, he wore a pair of black leather gloves with some fingers cut off. He also wore a pair of studded leather wrist cuffs on his wrists. Gambits unruly hair floated in the air sexily as did his trademark brown trench coat with many hidden pockets.

His red on black eyes burned as he attacked the two frustrated mutants with a showering of cards or whatever he could charge. He easily avoided Scarlet Witch's hex bolts with his speed and agility and kept Nightcrawler at bay too with his quick reflexes, superior fighting skills and speed.

If it were under different circumstances, both Kurt and Wanda would of enjoyed watching Gambit fight with such grace, poise and agility and had elements of martial arts and gymnastics incorporated into his fighting, giving him a almost cat-like movement, but his was totally annihilating them with it so they were understandably not enjoying it and growing more frustrated by the moment. What made it worse was the fact that one could tell that Gambit was merely toying with them. He was a firestorm of cards, flips, kicks, punches and explosions. Remy was truly enjoying this moment for he could feel their frustration flowing off them.

With one last maneuver, Gambit charged crates, boxes and cards and chucked them at the now frustrated mutants and left, disappearing to do greater and better things, like fight that girl who hadn't tasted the battle this day yet. He could never miss meeting all the belle femmes and she was no different, for he could tell that underneath all that war paint, she was a beauty, perhaps more so than the other women he had seen thus far because of her demeanor.

The two frustrated mutants emerged from the hailstorm of explosions and as the dust settled, were totally lost and confused as the Cajun was nowhere in sight. They had to admit he was one slick guy and had beaten them badly.

Gambit saw her as he rounded the corner to the crates which lined the industrial area, where they were fighting in. Her pale skin gave her an ethereal glow which only accentuated her bold emerald eyes, determined chin and jaw and most unnatural hair. Slightly styled chin length auburn hair, with pure white bangs that framed her beautiful face. She wore a black body suit with yellow gloves and an obscured green X over her chest. A yellow belt with large silver X belt buckle hung around her hips. Big black hobnailed combat boots, and the X's at her shoulders completed the outfit. Rogue had strategically planned to hide behind the crates and ambush anyone who came back here. She knew she could take anyone out with her excellent combat skills and lethal touch. However, unbeknownst to her, she was dealing with Gambit.

Gambit the Prince of Thieves sauntered over to engage her in battle. But unknown to him, a force beckons him to her. He finally felt the effect his hypnotizing eyes had on others, when he looked up into her green depths. He stopped, leaned in and wondered what it would be like to kiss those perfect puplish burgundy lips of hers, forgetting the battle.

Rogue the Untouchable Goth stalks to engage him in battle. But unknown to her, a force lures her to him. She looks into his eyes and wonders at how a pair of eyes can charm her so, despite their unusual coloring. She stops leans in and hypnotized and wonders what it would be like to kiss that smirk off his striking face, forgetting the battle.

A card held in his hand, the King of Hearts, a reflection of him, was nearly forgotten as he grew millimeters away from her face. Suddenly, he, the first one to break from that mysterious spell, remembers the battle and hands her the card, now charged in his hand. She, still spellbound by his charming gaze, retrieves the glowing card from his hand, now slightly pinkish red.

Gambit walked away reluctantly.

Rogue, finally snapping from her reverie, notices the glow and heat emanating from the card. She realized the danger and tosses it, hearing and seeing the explosion before her take out a row of crates.

Gambit hopes he didn't blow off her hand or worse. He doesn't think he could live with himself if he did.

It was as trap, as Scarlet Witch had so plainly stated at the start of battle. Some of the X-Men and Brotherhood members would be caught by the Sentinels which emerged later into battle, and Rogue was one of them. However, all were eventually rescued from the clutches of Trask and the infamously legendary Area 51. All except a double crossing Mystique who was left to rot and plot her schemes by the surprisingly shifty Scott Summers, who had suddenly grew a backbone or had a rush of male ego via testosterone, but that's beside the point. (ta-da, your daily dose of Scott-bashing)

The world would soon know of the mutant phenomenon and anti-mutant sentiments would only rise from then on, due the damage and destruction caused by the battle and the overwhelming media coverage. They were truly ousted and made outcasts of society.

Their home would be destroyed and the children of the Xavier Institute would soon feel the hate and suppression that other races had felt in the long history of human segregation and racism. They would be the new Jews and Blacks. The most hated race. A succubus of the gene pool and humans themselves they were, as the ignorant thought. They would feel the wrath of mankind and must fight for their right to even live and breathe freedom, like a true oppressed race. But they would ban together, gain members and fight for their rights to life as we are all entitled to.

And so began the start of their relationship. The spell had been broken and though they had been imprinted into each other's soul and essence, the love had yet to grow and emerge from within. It was not love at first sight. It was something more precious and valuable burying itself within their hearts and waiting to emerge.

Both would remember the experience in vivid detail but would not realize the moment the spark was lit between them. They would believe the other attractive and good looking, but those feelings were weak and not even up to the status of a bona fide crush. They would feel a mutual interest toward each other without knowing its true extent for some time. Although they thought of each other occasionally it was more along the lines of curiosity as to why they had forgotten their orders for the moment and felt that undenaiable pull to each other. Both had other worries, other problems, other duties and the memory soon went to the backburners and went on hold. Both saw it as the 'oh, he's cute, will never see him/her again,' thought of someone walking down the street, but not worth pursuing. However, both intrigued the other. They did not know that this was the start of their history, their story…

Here we are the first chappie all done and ready to review. Please review and be kind. Up next will be CHAPTER TWO: INTRIGUE. I'll try to get it out in the next few days or week. Not much Romyness, I know, but it will increase, so will the couple fluff. I just loved writing St. John. Just be patient and reviews do help. -Looks around shiftily.-

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