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Free for a Second

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

This story is still in progress.

Disclaimer: The characters below are based on the creations of Marvel. I'm not getting paid for this, so put that tho't of suing me away! :D
Note: This is an Alternate X-men kinda story, where you may recognize Remy and Rogue's personalities, but they're in entirely different situations. Right here, it's like a Nikita and 9 1/2 weeks clash or something. If you've read Alexandra's Elseworlds story on the Net, then this is something like it. :)
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Free for a Second

Part One

The gun was held steady by a pair of lithe, well-toned arms.

The eyes looking down the crosshair were of a brilliant green, and they sparkled from the moonlight.

Passionately red lips curved into a smile as her target came into view,but it disappeared instantly as the slightly plump man dropped out of view from the apartment's window.


It was a great site to be; in the hills next to the executive block of high-class apartments, but this guy was a pain-in-the-butt.

"Ain't never come across such a hyperactive lard-tub of a man. Figured he'd just sit there like a duck." she muttered under her breath. "Guess ah thought wrong,"

She tossed her gun down and rolled her stiff shoulders, massaged her arms. Picking up her bottle of vodka, she took a swig and brushed off some dirt from her black catsuit.

Five hours of waiting had made her more than a little pissed; she wished she could just barge in on the senator and just rip his throat out. That was more fun than this shooting gallery-style execution. She ran her fingers through her auburn hair, which had a unique bleached streak running down the middle of it.

Tonight she would go back to the motel and crash. Tomorrow she'd wake up groggy, but she'll freshen up, go kill another political figure and get away with it.

What a life.

But she'd been stuck with it ever since 'they' picked her off the streets five years ago, when she was barely 16. It was a rainy night; the son-of-a-bitch that was her father had tried to touch her again, and when she refused and struggled, she got a black eye for her insolence. Tired of putting up with the wastrel, she ran away from home with nothing but the clothes on her back. For days, she was scared, homeless and hungry -- she couldn't, and wouldn't go back to being her father's slave and punching bag.

Anything but that.

But after days of starvation, she was forced to shoplift in a general store, and she got caught. She remembered being so terrified that she nearly puked her guts out, but when the disgusting store owner started to feel her up at gunpoint, something inside her snapped.

The woman's eyes narrowed as she relived that one moment that she'd felt his grubby hands beginning to crawl up her young body, flew into a rage and grabbed his gun. How she didn't even flinch as she blew the bastard's brains out. Naturally, she got arrested, but not for long. Someone bought her out of the slammer and a certain death charge. She got sent into the secret school, where she was fed and clothed, groomed and trained to be a killer for the government. She never looked back from then on. Until today.

Suddenly she sat very still, polishing her rifle, like nothing was seriously wrong. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a figure, kneeling quietly behind the bushes. Her fingers reached for the small knife stuck in her boot, and as soon as she felt the smooth, cold steel, she launched the knife at the intruder.


She blinked in amazement as the man stepped out of the shadows. Her mouth gaped slightly open against her will; he had actually caught the blade!! And she thought she was the only one who could do that!

"Shouldn't be playin' with knives, petit,"

She was momentarily mesmerized by his husky voice and seductive accent, but she compromised by whipping out a silencer gun.

"Very impressive, sugar. But ah honestly think that you're a dead man walkin'." Her finger caressed the trigger warningly. "Stay right there and you'll be safe."

"I jus' though we could put up a deal."

He boldly stepped up and stooped in front of her, where the gun barrel was pointing at his head. His eyes scared her slightly; it took a lot to really spook her. They were red on black, glowing like coals in a fire...

Normally, she would've killed him straight off. But this one was just too good-looking and a charmer to boot. That irresistable unshaven look, that chiselled face. Just dreamy.

She gave him a little amused smile and drawled, "Wha'cha got?" Watching him draw out a cigarette and light it, she wondered if she was going soft.

"Oh, nothin' much. Jus' that de both of us, we can take out dat tough security down dere and get done wit' de job. All I wan' is to take his good stuff. It'd look like a robbery; even better, non?"

Her gun stayed there, but she had an expression of the slightest interest. He noted that regal arch of her eyebrows as she contemplated the offer.

"Well, Cajun --you are Cajun, ain'cha?" Nod of the head. "Ah don't usually take up offers like yours, but there comes a point where it gets so borin'...Ya got yourself a deal, hon."

He cocked his head and grinned. "Good. Je m'appelle Remy. Remy LeBeau."

Brazenly, he scooped her hand up and kissed it, even with a gun barrel pointing at his head. A coy smile twitched at her lips as she finally lowered the gun.

"Enchante, ah'm sure. Just call me Rogue. Now let's get ta work,"

She packed up her stuff as Remy tried to make conversation.

"Where ya from? Kentucky, Mississippi? C'mon, I like t'know a fellow Southerner; me, I'm from de Big Easy," No response. He tried again. "How come ya called Rogue, hehn? I'm sure ya got a real name dat's beautiful...Like you."

A flush creeped up her face, but the dark surroundings didn't allow him to see it. Why was he affecting her like this? She didn't trust anyone, but yet why was she allowing him to work with her? What if he was planning to set her up?

Somehow, she didn't care anymore. Killing for the government just to stay alive herself had turned her into an animal. If tonight was the night for her to die, then so be it, at least she would've had some fun and the company of a gorgeous man. She smiled to herself again.

She hadn't smiled this much for a long time.

The wind played with their differently-shaded hair as they waited for the change of security guards behind a car parked in front of the building. That way they could get two of them at the same time. Rogue looked towards the thief, signalling silently that it was almost time. He nodded and slipped out a small but sharp blade; she, on the other hand, whipped out her trusty silencer gun, the only weapon she had brought with her.

"Let's do this, sugar."

Before she could move, his lips came down upon hers and his warm, velvety tongue caressed her mouth. It took her a while to react. But when she did, they could've started a whole forest fire. They parted just as they heard the security van coming round the bend. His eyes were like molten lava, glowing with desire, as opposed to her emerald ones that had gone smoky from the passionate contact.

As her eyes focussed on the approaching van, she demanded, "What the heck was that for?"

"For luck," was the cocky reply. "You are one good kisser, chere."

"Distract me again and ah'll kill ya," Rogue warned as she made a move for the van.

The vehicle slowed down as it came to the final turning into the gates of the premises; Remy ran up to the door and opened it, catching the guard by surprise, and punched his lights out. All this before the van had come into view of the other guard at the box. Rogue got into the driver's seat and had her gun ready when they passed the security-check box.

There was a slight whistling sound before the guard dropped unmovingly to the ground.

"Great moves, neh?"

"Ya could've made a wonderful assasin, Remy."

"Non, I born t'be a t'ief," he insisted.

Rogue manuvered the van into a shady corner behind the building. Remy cleaned his blade on the seat and got out.

"How many guards inside?"

She looked up at the brightly-lit building. "There're five, six maybe in the whole building. No problem. These senators are bloody rich, but they never seem to splurge on the security...Cheapskates."

There was a bout of soft chuckling as they made for the front door.


Continued in Chapter 2


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