Disclaimer: Sadly, they are not mine. I do not own them, nor will I ever.

I really dislike the way Rogue was portrayed in the movies, therefore my Rogue is a little different. She's older, based loosely upon the Rogue from X-men: The Animated Series and she has Carol Danvers powers. It may take a while to get to the ROMY action, but believe me, when it comes, it should be good. My mind can get dirty when I want it to. Enjoy plot for now.

Chapter 1: Early Morning News

Rogue ran as the air around her filled with the stench of burning flesh. She ran and ran until she could run no longer. Her lungs were filled with an ashy smoke that clung to her skin. She heard her name being called in the distance, barely audible over the crackling of the flames that had exploded around her.

"Oh mah God," she thought "Ah'm gonna die here, Ah'm gonna die slowly and alone."

The blaring sound of her alarm clock was only enough to wake Rogue, it wasn't quite annoying enough to drag her out of bed. She cursed herself for deciding that it was a good idea the place the damned thing on the other end of the room. If only she had absorbed enough of Scott's power to be able to use it permanently...

"Don't start thinkin' like that" She told herself as she successfully began to tune out the ridiculously annoying sound. She could use an extra couple minutes of sleep since dreams of her past and some new unknown nightmare, had haunted her throughout the night, leaving no room for peaceful sleep. Though she had learned to ignore most of her dreams, this new one had left her wondering from where it had originated. She knew better than to let the strange and brutal nature of this dream get to her though, this morning would be bad enough as it is.

As she drifted back into sleep, she was once again disturbed by another annoying noise, one that was even worse than her alarm clock... Her cell phone.

"It's 7-freakin'-am. Who the hell is up terrorisin' the world at this hour?" She said out loud jokingly. "Well, Ah'd rather have that than a trainin' session with Logan at any rate, so Ah hope that's the case."

Rogue sat up and stretched as she yawned loudly. After working out a few kinks in her back, she finally turned to her bedside table where her cell phone lay. She yawned lazily as she picked up the phone. The message she found waiting for her was not good.

MEET IN THE WAR ROOM ASAP! URGENT!

Ever since cell phones had become a large part of people's daily lives, they had facilitated communication between the X-men, especially since no-one wanted to be the one to wake Rogue up on mornings like these, even Logan hesitated at the thought.

Something was up. Sheer curiosity was enough to get Rogue out of bed. Remembering her blaring alarm clock was still on, though she had easily tuned it out, Rogue smashed her hand down on it as she walked by. Hearing a loud crunching sound as her hand made contact, she swore to herself as she remembered her "other" powers. It had been years since she had absorbed Carol Danvers but sometimes when she was tired, had just woken up or something was bothering her, she seemed to forget she had them and things got broken.

Today just happened to be one of those days that all three of those things were happening to her at once. She picked up the garbage can sitting by the door and using her free hand swept the remnants of the clock into it.

"Guess it's time for another new one" she sighed.

She made her way into her small private bathroom. After quickly splashing cold water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up, she grabbed a hair brush and tried to pull it through her mass of curls. Sighing, she settled on a hair elastic and pulled her hair into a messy bun. She quickly changed her clothes and pulled on her brown gloves. Though she had gained quite a bit more control over her powers over the last couple months, she still didn't trust herself completely and she wasn't willing to take any chances.

She made her way down to the war room, quickly making a pit stop in the kitchen to grab a plain bagel to satisfy her grumbling stomach. As she made her way through the doors of the war room, she realized she was the last to arrive.

"Sorry y'all, I had a battle with my alarm clock this mornin'. Had to do a quick clean-up"

"Please take your seat Rogue; I have an important mission to discuss with all of you." said Professor Charles Xavier from his spot across the room.

Rogue took her seat and began to pick at her bagel. "What could possibly be so urgent at this hour, did Jean not get her morning cup of coffee?" She chuckled to herself slightly as she stole a glance at the fiery redhead who had turned to look at her. Rogue straightened herself in her chair as she realized the telepath must have heard her name in her thoughts. "Whoops. Alright Rogue let's get serious now" she reminded herself.

Professor X activated the hologram machine at the centre of the war room table and indicated to the image that appeared. There in front of Rogue, stood a very attractive holographic man. He wore a long trench coat and combat boots. He had long reddish hair that was pulled back into a pony tail, but none of this was as striking as when Rogue noticed his eyes, his oh-so unique eyes. Red on black. Red irises with black sclera. They were demonic almost, but Rogue found something attractive in them.

"This is Remy Lebeau, also known as Gambit. He is a world-class thief and a dangerous mutant, which can be a deadly combination." The professor began. "From what I've been able to find he has multiple powers including the ability to charge molecules and cause them to explode as well as empathy and strong mental blocks, which means I cannot get into his mind. He also has a faster than normal healing rate, not quite as fast as you Logan, but still much faster than the average person."

Logan grunted at the mention of his name. He had leaned on the wall behind Rogue and was chewing on the end of his cigar, vaguely interested in what the professor was saying. Rogue watched her old friend as voices began to rise throughout the room. People were starting to wonder as to where the whole description of this captivating mutant was leading. It was Scott who voiced the mutual question shared by everyone in the room.

"Professor where is this all going?" asked Scott, also known as Cyclops.

"X-men... I need you to capture this man."