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         Disclaimer I don't own X-Men: Evolution

         A/N Just as a reminder, Remy is a teenager in here. Well, a legal adult but he's still eighteen. I tampered with his attitude and stuff so if you don't like the way I write him, then I suggest you click the back button.. I'm not completely sure if this is gonna be a full fledged Romy yet.

         Also, Kurt hasn't joined the X-Men yet.

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         He didn't belong there, at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. First of all, he thought it was a corny name. He wasn't even a youngster; Just a mutant. He didn't see himself as an X-Men, or apart of their team. They were crime-fighting mutants in spandex, he didn't want to be apart of their silly X-squad, or whatever they called it nowadays. He was the one usually starting the crime, or taking action in it. Why would he ever have the intentions of stopping something he did? It all made no sense to him, but he would always remain Gambit.

         At eighteen years old he had gotten himself in enough trouble to get him a life sentence in jail, and without patrol because he was a freak; a mutant. He was a citizen of New Orleans, Lousisina. He was apart of a Thieves guild. No, correction; he was part of a Thieves guild.

         Now he was stuck in Bayville, New York. His 'enemies' were a bunch of laggard mutant teenagers called the Brotherhood of Mutants. Yeah, whatever. To him, the whole world was his enemy. No one on the X-Men team trusted him. Oh sure, they said they did, but they all knew the truth, and he wasn't afraid to deny it; he would always be Gambit.

         "Hey Gambit." Came a bitter voice from the doorway. Scott Summers, alias Cyclops, stood in a stance in the doorway leading to the Cajun's domain. "Suit up. The Professor detected a new mutant." 

         "Dieu! We found a new mutant already? We're still not over the damages the last one caused." He said, referring to Cannonball who had accidentally put two new holes in the walls.

          "You're still a part of this team, Gambit." Cyclops reminded him for the numerous time that day. "Unfortunately we have to put up with your negative attitude." He turned on his heel and before marching off, he told him they would be leaving in five minutes.

         "Well." He pulled himself out of bed, and dragged himself unwillingly out of the room, but not before grabbing his oh so nifty pair of sunglasses and a deck of playing cards. "Time to round up another kiddie."

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         "What's with the sunglasses?" Kitty asked as Remy lowered himself down into a seat on the X-jet.

         "Image inducer is on the fritz again." He answered lazily as he buckled the belt around his waist.

         "Third one this week." She pointed out, blushing slightly just at the fact she was talking to him. She was fourteen years old, talking to an eighteen year old, well, her to her, was a big deal.

         "Not my fault it doesn't get along with kinetic energy." Oh great. He was talking about his power screwing up his image inducer. What a conversation that was.

         "I want you all to be careful." Thankfully, Xavier began talking, which meant everyone else had to shut up. "This mutant is a danger not only to herself, but others around her."

         "Oh no." The Cajun mumbled, rolling his eyes. "A mutant who's an endangerment. What are the odds of that?" His voice was heavy with sarcasm.

         Kitty bit down on her lower lip as she glanced at him one more time before shifting over to look out the window. Why did it seem like he had a problem with mutants? Sighing, she just closed her eyes and waited for the long trip to Mississippi to be over with.

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         "I want you all to be careful." The Professor told his minions, or as Remy liked to call them, 'the X-slaves.' He noticed the Professor was addicted to the letter 'X.'

         "Good ol' Caldecott Country." Gambit looked around, smirking slightly. 'I wonder if I can get Wheels to drop me off in Lousisina on the way back.' He thought about the chances of that actually happening. 'Oh well, it ain't a crime to wonder.'

         "C'mon Gumbo, Half-pint. You two are with me." Wolverine started walking away, expecting them to follow.

         "Oh joy." Gambit rolled his eyes from underneath his sunglasses and pulled out a card from his pocket before walking off.

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         "Does he always have to sniff around like that?" Gambit asked, raising a brow as he glanced over at Shadowcat. 'Well, it beats seein' him and Sabre' sniff at each other. Puppy love.'

         She gave him a small smile. "He's either sniffing the group or dicing up the landscape."

         Wolverine let out a long whip, causing Gambit to wince slightly. "Her scent is still strong."

         "You sound like a lady's man, Wolvie. The filles must dig your heightened senses." He sealed his sarcastic response with a wink, and received a growl from Wolverine.

         "Lets split up." The short-tempered Canadian said, glaring at the Cajun. He had found two trails of the girl's scent.

         "Fine by me." Gambit mumbled, walking off in the other direction. His red eyes glowed from underneath his sunglasses.

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         'Okay. Maybe it ain't so cool to wear sunglasses at night.' Remy decided when he had, not in a very graceful manner, tripped over a tree branch. His body tensed up when he heard twigs snapping under weight, and heavy panting. Suddenly, standing in front of him was a breathless, teenaged girl who looked scared to death.

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         "Mr. Logan." Shadowcat whined, feeling bad for her sore and tired feet. "We haven't found the mutant yet, can we please turn, like, back around and head back to Bayville?"

         "We ain't leavin' until we find 'er." Wolverine snarled, inhaling deeply through his nose. "I smell it."

         "You smell what?" She sniffed a few times, but sensed nothing out of the ordinary. Then again, she didn't have heightened senses.

         "Fear." Another whiff.

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         "Whoa there." His eyes fell upon the two white stripes in her hair. "I take it your hair didn't turn white from fright." Even from behind the dark tint of the glasses, he could make out the thick make up concealed on her face. "This ain't a scene from Night of The Living Dead, is it?"

         Her grey-green eyes were only full of confusion. "What do ya want?" She asked, her voice breaking with emotion.

         Then he realized this possibly was the mutant they were trying to recruit. "You!" He blurted out. It instantly made her eyes go wide and before he could react to his own out-of-context response, she dashed off. "Wait, I didn't mean it like that!" He sprung forward, grabbing her forearm.

         "Let go!" She jerked away from him, managing to escape from his loose grip.

         Gambit started breathing heavily as he felt overwhelmed with confusion and fear, but it was his own. "Wait, please." He gasped, running after her. His card was still being held in his hand. He charged it with kinetic energy, knowing he needed a distraction to keep up with her. He tossed it as far as he could. It landed several feet in front of her and exploded the second it touched the ground. She twirled around, gaping at him. "The name's Gambit."

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         "Ohmigosh!" Shadowcat spun around like a cat that had just been snuck up on. "Did you hear that, Mr. Logan? It sounded like an explosion."

         "I know what it sounded like." He replied, followed by a curse word. "Let's go see what kind of trouble Gumbo got himself into."

         Kitty sighed heavily in annoyance as she ran to keep up with Wolverine.  

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         "Why can't y'all leave me alone?" She asked, taking a cautious step backwards from him.

         "Because maybe you're just that gosh darn irresistible." Okay, so he wasn't the best person in the world at recruiting new mutants for Xavier. "But don't worry. I don't any intentions on hurtin' you."

         "How do I know you're not lyin'?" She asked softly, still keeping her distance away from him.

         Gambit just shrugged; he didn't know nor did he care. "Guess you won't know. Don't I look like a trustable guy?" He mentally kicked himself for that. Wearing dark clothes under a trench coat and sunglasses, he was pretty sure he didn't look very.. trusting.

         She stared at him, slightly making a face of disgust. "You look like a drug dealer."

         He smirked, bemused at her comment. "My name is Remy. You got a name?"

         "You said your name was Gambit."

         "That's a codename."

         "Your drug dealin' name?"

         "I ain't no drug dealer." He crossed his arms over his chest, continuing to smirk down at her.

         "Rogue."

         He cocked a brow. "Rogue?"

         "Rogue."

         "Like Moulin Rouge? Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?"

         She made another face of disgust at him. "Non stupide. Just Rogue." She founded offended, which just continued to amuse him greatly.

         "So, Rogue, you're a mutant?"

         Her pulse quickened. "Why?"

         He lowered his head; in effect the sunglasses to slide down the ridge of his nose, revealing his red on black eyes. "Because I am."

         She stumbled back a few feet. "Stay away from me!"

         "I can help you." Remy said, moving forward in a horrid attempt to calm her down. It was almost like he could sense how scared she was..

         The closer he moved towards her, the more she moved back. Within a few steps, she stumbled back on the remains of a tree that had gotten in the way of one of Remy's cards. He reached down to help her, his bare fingers touched the exposed skin between her green mesh shirt and black glove. He felt as if a truck had hit him—twice. He fell limply to the ground and drifted into unconsciousness as he heard someone shouting his name from afar..

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         A/N To be continued.. maybe.. ;) This is more of a test fic.. *shrugs* If I get some positive feedback for it, it might be continued within the next week..