Disclaimer: Marvel's, not mine.
Notes: Ok, I know I should probably start working on the sequel to that one story, but this just came to me, and I had to write. It is set in the X-Men Evolution setting, but I switched things up a little. Everyone is about a year or two older than the animated series, and Rogue has not been part of the team. Gambit, however, has been. I'm planning on putting a bit of a twist in along the way, so it may get a little darker later on. Oh, and the song is You Look So Fine, by Garbage.
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You look so fine, I want to break your heart, and give you mine, You're taking me over.
The heat of the summer had encouraged every X-Man to spend time outdoors and the majority of the students clamored around the pool, hurriedly throwing schoolwork and saving the world to the back recesses of their minds.
Several yards away, and shirtless, the X-Man known as Gambit tampered with his motorcycle in the garage, hoping to have it fixed by the evening. Aside from the harmless flirting he did, Gambit kept for the most part, to himself. He was one of the older students Xavier had recruited, a year older than Scott at 21.
Hearing someone enter the garage from the kitchen exit, Gambit stood up, wiping sweat from around his eyes while placing a wrench back into the toolbox. Logan strode toward him, cigar dangling from his mouth, and two cold beers in his hand. Judging by his attire, ripped jeans and ragged t-shirt, Gambit assumed Logan had come to work on his own bike.
"Figured ya could use a cold one kid," Logan stated, throwing Gambit one of the beers.
"Thanks mon ami. Gambit gave a light charge to the bottle top, disintegrating it with a small explosion. Taking a quick gulp of the refreshing liquid, he bent back down, placing the beer on the cement, ready to begin work again.
Logan had wandered over to his own bike, which lay side by side with Gambit's. He was already busy at work when Gambit questioned over to him.
"Hey Logan, where be Storm on dis fine day?" Gambit gave a sly wink in Logan's direction, which he ignored.
"She's out Gumbo. Picking up a new recruit according ta Charles," Logan stated, pulling out the wax for his bike.
"New recruit eh? Is it a femme?
Logan stared up at Gambit then, long and hard, before rolling his eyes. "Don't go getting' any ideas Gambit. From what I hear, this girl ain't much of a social butterfly.
"In case y'haven' noticed, I ain't much o'one myself.
Logan gave a slight chuckle. "That's real believable Cajun. And I'm sure if ya can convince her o'it, she might take ya right into her arms.
"Ha ha Logan. I was just kiddin' besides. Y'know I'm a real gentleman." They both shared a laugh at this, continuing their work. A car driving up distracted them and they watched it park near the mansion's entrance, still within their vision.
A pair of long legs in Reebok tennis shoes was the first thing visible from the vehicle, already peaking Gambit's interest, as they were surely not Storm's legs. Although as a side note, Gambit added that Storm had very nice legs herself. As more of the body emerged from the car, he took in a pair of dangerously short jean shorts and a light green halter, accompanied by a pair of black gloves that ended at her wrists. But it was funny, despite her fabulous body, it was the bright, glorious pair of green eyes that caused him to catch his breath.
She had given a slight glance in their direction, and he couldn't be sure if she had seen him or not, as she turned towards Storm, long locks bouncing across her shoulders as she did so.
"Uh, Logan? Are y'sure y'were talking about de right femme earlier?" Gambit tore of his bandana, revealing his long hair messily tied up.
"I swear Gumbo, someday, some woman out there will be the death o'ya." Logan smiled as he returned to his bike, leaving a dazed Gambit to grab his wrench and get back to work.
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I'm not like all the other girls, I can't take it like the other girls.
Rogue was a little nervous as her and Storm headed back to the mansion. She had never been part of a team before, and she avoided using her powers as often as she could. Her adoptive mother Mystique, had kept her hidden for the better part of her life, secretly teaching her fighting skills and the control of her power. She still did not have complete control, but if one good thing came from Mystique's training it was the confidence to deal with it.
Sighing, Rogue looked out the window, resting one elbow against the door.
"Do not be concerned child. You will find you fit right in with the rest of the students." Storm quietly comforted.
Rogue smiled in her direction, faint, without much conviction. "Thanks sugah." Rogue returned her gaze out the window, noticing a large mansion coming into view. Slowly, Storm made her way up the circular part of the driveway, parking by the entrance. On their way in, Rogue had seen two figures working on motorcycles in the garage, and as she stepped out of the car, she couldn't help but look back towards them.
She noticed the older, gruffer looking one first, huddled over his bike, not interested in her arrival. She quickly moved her eyes to the next figure, a blush creeping up her face.
The younger man stood shirtless, in knee length shorts; a bandana wrapped around his head, sweat covering his lean frame. His peculiar red on black eyes were piercing in her direction, and overwhelmed, Rogue hastily turned away.
Climbing up the steps, bags in hand, Rogue entered her new life.
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It's so insane, You've got me tethered and chained, I hear your name, and I'm falling over.
Remy finished the last of his beer, and standing up he moved towards the house entrance.
"Hey Logan, I'm grabbing another beer, y'want one?
"Yeah sure bub," Logan replied, eyes fixed on his waxing job.
Remy made his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge door, the cool air breezing against his hot skin.
"And this Rogue, is our kitchen, a favorite spot for many of the residents." Storm cleared her throat then, aware of the figure searching through the fridge.
Remy had heard them enter, and taking a deep breath, he plastered his most charming grin on. Slowly, he closed the door, revealing himself, beers in hand, cocky expression and all. He leaned against the door, ignoring Storm's presence, his eyes roaming over the new recruit once again.
"Lo' Stormy. Y'gonna introduce me t'de new femme?
Storm's lips tightened. "Remy, what will it take for you to drop that nick name?
Gambit reverted his gaze to Storm. "Depends Ro', what y'willin' to give?" His tone was so serious, that the girl by Storm's side began to laugh.
"This sure is an interesting bunch y'all have introduced meh to so far Storm," Rogue interrupted.
Gambit's head snapped back instantly to the girl upon hearing her accent. "Why chere, your southern voice be tres comforting to dis Cajun." He slid up next to her then, and she could smell the mix of sweat, cologne and cigarettes that emulated off of him. She tried to steady herself, the scent knocking her off balance, almost more so than his nearness.
He could see he was making her uncomfortable, and stepped back a pace. "My names Remy chere. Remy LeBeau. I'd shake your hand chere and introduce myself proper, but dey be covered in bike grease at de moment." He held up one hand in justification.
Storm stood idly by, waiting for Rogue to introduce herself, and when she didn't Storm took the initiative.
"This is Rogue Gambit. She is moving up here from Mississippi. As you yourself are from the south, perhaps you can help her adjust.
Remy smiled, "Why o'course Ro'. It would be dis Cajun's pleasure." With that, he gave a small bow, before heading back to the garage without waiting for Rogue to respond.
Storm placed a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "Remy is our resident charmer Rogue. You will get used to his behavior soon enough.
"Ah'm sure Ah will sugah.
"Come now, let me show you the rest of the grounds.
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I won't share it like the other girls.
Rogue's first night at the mansion went well, to say the least. But there were no other run ins with Remy, for which Rogue felt a strange sense of disappointment. She had met a lot of wonderful people, including her brother Kurt, for the first time.
Silently Rogue cursed, remembering her cruel adoptive mother and the things she had kept secret from Rogue. She unzipped her suitcase, unpacking her belongings, as various memories washed through her mind. She was thankful she had never put much trust in Mystique, because in the end she had discovered her mother viewed her only as a weapon. She had been used. From the age of eight she had trained nearly every day, fighting invisible enemies, flinging her fists against punching bags.
She was sixteen when she finally realized she had been used, and she had fled to the only place she knew: Irene's. Irene was Mystique's good friend, and had practically raised Rogue, as Mystique was often not around. She had cut off most of her hair, donning layers of make up and dark clothing that covered every inch of her body. She hid herself from the world, marred by her mother's dishonesty, but not completely surprised.
After her senior year of high school, Irene had sent her to France as a graduation present. She had spent the better part of six months there, putting college off for the time being. It was there that she once again became more comfortable with her body, allowing her hair to grow long once again. It was also there where she had met Professor Xaiver and Ororo Munroe, who were attending a mutant lecture of some sort. Xavier had detected her presence, and offered her a spot at his school. She had said she would hold onto the invitation, and possibly take it up later in the year.
Almost a year to the day, Rogue had finally accepted it.
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I'm not like all the other girls, I won't take it like the other girls, that you used to know.
Despite the offer from Xavier to be excused, Rogue had insisted on joining in on the danger room exercise the next morning, and arriving early, she had been given her uniform. Pulling the tight, black suit on, she smiled as she noticed the streak of green across the chest. She pulled her curls into a ponytail, a white strand falling against her face. She stepped back out onto the danger room floor from the locker room, noticing several of the other students gathered in the center.
A shorter girl, who had too much spring in her step for the hour it was, walked towards Rogue, a pleasant smile on her face.
"Hi. My name's Kitty Pryde. I know we like, met yesterday, but I thought I'd like help ya get used to the training room.
Rogue smiled warmly. "Thanks Kitty. Does that mean y'all will be meh partner?
"Sure does.
"Alright gang, looks like we're ready ta" Logan paused, scanning the room. "Ah cripes. Jean, will ya send the Cajun a wake up call?
The red head standing near Rogue closed her eyes, hands on her temples. Seconds later they fluttered open. "He's on his way Logan." Jean informed him, a smile tainting her lips.
Scott poked her in the ribs. "What's that smile for Jean?
"Nothing Scott, its just," Jean looked towards the other girls, wiggling her eyebrows, "Remy sleeps in the buff.
The other girls eyes widened, as did Scott's, but for other reasons. "Jesus Jean. How did you even pick up on that?" Scott questioned, annoyed.
"Well Scott, not everyone is a prude." Jean shrugged her shoulders, throwing her hair back behind her, avoiding his eyes. A few people snickered while Scott's face turned bright red, and he stalked off towards Bobby and Ray.
Rogue too was smiling, her eyes to the ground. She heard the doors slide open, and eyes gliding slowly up, she took in Remy's tight uniform, solid black, no color streaks. He carried a trench coat in one hand, and a bo staff in the other.
"Thanks fer showing up on time Gumbo. Now let's get this session started!
Ignoring Logan's impeding speech and instructions, Remy sauntered up to Rogue, who had now directed her eyes elsewhere, and was trying to avoid him. Leaning in he whispered, "Do y'like what y'see chere?" His breath was hot on her ear, sending a tingling sensation down her spine.
Rogue kept her composure straight, her position un-giving to the way she really felt. His mouth was still next to her ear, and she leaned her cheek back, her lips nearing his own ear, her skin barely missing his own flesh.
"Don' be so cocky Cajun. Not every girl who sets eyes on ya wants to fuck ya," Rogue whispered back, then swiftly she turned forward, pretending to listen to Logan's every word.
Remy turned forward as well, standing closely to Rogue. He crossed his hands behind him, his eyes on Logan as well, appearing to listen. "Y'can run chere, in fact, I like dat in a woman, but y'can' hide." With that, Remy moved forward, pairing up with Scott, leaving a smirking Rogue to contemplate his words.
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You look so fine.
Rogue pulled off her sticky gloves, flexing her fingers. Logan stood in front of her, critiquing her first performance in the danger room. She wasn't really listening; she knew she had done an above average job. Instead she was wishing she had been able to see more of her teammates in action, especially a certain member. But, she had spent the majority of her time sparring Kitty, catching only glimpses of the other students along the way.
Logan had kept her after to discuss things, and as she heard him finishing up, she gave him a small smile, thanked him, and headed for her bedroom, intent on taking a long cold shower. As she jogged lightly up the stairs, she began to hear voices.
"Bobby, just give me de damn shampoo, and I won' tell no one y'took it.
"Ah come on Remy. I mean there's gotta be some reason all the chicks go after you!
Rogue reached the hallway, spotting Remy, clad only in a towel, wet hair dripping, his back towards her, as he leaned against Bobby's doorway. Yeah, Rogue thought, there definitely is a reason, but it ain't the shampoo.
"And y'thought by stealin' my shampoo de ladies would come runnin'?
Bobby gave a nervous laugh. "Well, no, see, uh. Damn, I guess so Remy." There was several seconds of silence, as Bobby retrieved the shampoo, placing it in Remy's hands.
Remy gave a little laugh, ruffling Bobby's hair. "When your o'legal age Bobby, I'll take y'out bar hopping, maybe we can find y'a femme den.
"Really Remy! Man that would be great!
Remy spun around then, and Rogue pretending to be just passing by.
"Hey chere. Did y'enjoy your first training session?
Rogue continued walking down the hall, avoiding eye contact for fear that he would notice how red her face was.
"Maybe Cajun. What's it to ya?" Rogue walked into her bedroom, slamming her door, not waiting for his response.
As she was getting dressed after her cold shower, she heard a soft knock on her door. Pulling on her t-shirt, she yelled a come in.
Remy pushed the door open, now fully dressed in tight jeans and black tee. "Forgive de intrusion chere," He stated huskily, obviously not sorry at all.
Rogue crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, whaddya want swamp rat?
Remy just grinned, ignoring her name calling. "Y'wouldn' happen t'be 21 or older now would ya chere?
"I'm 20 Remy, why?
She thought she saw disappoint flash across his features, but it faded as quickly as it arrived. "Dat's a pity chere. On Friday nights, a couple o'us head over to Harry's, do a little drinking and dancing.
"Remy, there's hardly a person here over 20. Who do y'go with?
"Ro' and Logan." Remy sighed. "I be de only student here old enough ta drink.
"Oh, poor little Cajun. I'm sure your charm can pick up a couple girlfriends." With that Rogue began to push him out of her room, despite her head arguing against her.
"I could chere." Remy grabbed her shoulders then, stopping her. His lips were an inch from her own. "But I don' want to.
With a sudden burst of energy, Rogue managed to push Remy the rest of the way out the door, screaming, "Not my problem Cajun!" Before slamming the door in his face.
"Hmm." Remy heard someone mutter, and spinning around he saw Bobby walking down the hall with Jubilee.
"Guess he can't get every girl," Bobby muttered to Jubilee as they continued walking.
Remy's eyes blazed red, and slightly embarrassed, he stalked down the hall.