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I know my fellow reviewers are going to think I'm strange for writing this story, but I had the idea and I had to post it. So I'm sorry if I'm taking a break from my usual. This is different from my normal Romances. I hope that you might like it.

WolvGambit Le Diable Blanc

Disclaimer: I own no Marvel Characters...simple huh?

Rosie Kline, Derik Short, and Penny Duval and any others associated with them belong to me. They are OC that I have created for this story.

Summary: Gambit/OC: Rosie Kline grew up with her father on Bourbon St. in New Orleans...she was named after her parents bar that closed because of a deep secret. What happens when she's saved by a man with secrets like hers? Mystery/Drama/Romance

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Atomizing Gambit

Chapter 1...The Beginning

Derik Short and Penny Duval created the famous bar on Bourbon St. known as the Rosie Kline. After a few years of being romantically involved they became married and had a daughter. Penny died shortly after her birth with one request: Since the bar had closed, to name her daughter after it. After that her father wound up doing odd jobs around town and soon found a steady job at the second bar on Bourbon St. after Rosie turned ten.

When Rosie turned fifteen she found out she was unique, as her father called it, when she stopped a bar brawl by materializing a gun from thin air. Three years later she had a steady job as a security officer and a freak accident changed her life forever. She was dealing with a very disruptive drunk when he threw alcohol in her eyes and lit a match. She thought she was blinded until she woke up the next morning to see her eyes had been replaced with bright blue orbs.

At the age of twenty her father was murdered and she vowed to find the man who did it. With her abilities she dubbed herself the Atomizer. Her powers: the ability to manipulate atoms to create any object and make it appear at will. Now at 22 she's still trying to piece together the life she's lost.

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I look up at the condemned building in front of me. It was my mothers favorite place before she died and my fathers before it closed. It was called the Rosie Kline. I should know, I was named after it. Why it was so special is because it's where my parents fell in love...and they created it too. Out of all the places here on Bourbon Street, this was the best place you could go for quiet dancing, a stiff drink, or a warm meal. My father spoke about it all the time.

Now I stand here thinking...my mothers final request was that I was named after the Bar Restaurant. Why? I'm still uncertain myself. A long while after that my father was murdered and without his help, I didn't have a job. So I took to the streets. I loved my father, when he found out I was 'unique' he didn't run away, he helped me. Then soon after I read about science and other things. That's when I put the details together and figured out my powers. I call myself the Atomizer. I manipulate atoms and make solid objects appear at will. I can even mimic other 'unique' peoples talents by touch. Strange huh?

Soon I find out that the term for my uniqueness is I'm a mutant. The next stage in human evolution. So now I have to keep hidden because not all people react the same way. I take one last look at the reason for my existence and walk away.

New Orleans is quite a noisy place at night, I make my money by poker. Seeing the look on other peoples faces when I have the better hand. Materializing cards is fun. Tonight, however, was different. There was a new guy at my table, a regular player. Calls himself Gambit. He's a lean-built tall Cajun with an ego the size of a truck stop parking lot. His smirk is rude and his tastes? Well rather nice to be quite honest. Leather outfit under a tan trench coat, angelic face, curves, angles, planes, smoothed jaw, rough 5 o'clock shadow, and unruly auburn hair. Very different from the men I'm used to. Very.

He looks across the table and smiles that cocky grin. He's nothing new...nothing special. Gambit, as he calls himself, is just your regular cocky male. Wanting attention, and getting it by knowing he's a looker. He sits down across from me and his eyes are blocked off from mine by a pair of sleek, red lens sunglasses. Strange for a guy who looks relatively normal to wear sunglasses at night...but then who was I kidding, I was wearing a thick pair of Oakley's because my eyes were solid pale blue. So I deal him in and we start to play.

It's about three hours later and we're pretty evenly matched, I might say. I wouldn't doubt that he has cards hidden up his sleeve somewhere. We're the only two players left in this wild game. We each have our fair share of money too. I sigh and look up at the clock, materializing a king of hearts underneath the table. It was two in the morning and I wanted to get this game done fast. He sits down a full house, and I sit down a Royal Flush. To bad for him on calling my bluff. So I scrape up my winnings and get ready to head out the door when he grabs my arm.

"Good game chere. Y' t'inkin' o' playin' wid Gambit t'morrow?" He looked up at me. Sunglasses looking into sunglasses. "Mebbe t'morrow Gambit can see dose belle eyes dat y' be hidin'."

I shake my head. "Sorry Gambit. But this girls got a lot of money to hold her for a while. Won't be playing poker for a long time." I give him a twenty. "Get drunk on me...it's the least I can do."

"Non, I'd rat'er get drunk wid y'."

"I don't drink." I respond casually. "But you're more than welcome to."

"Why come t' a bar if y' don' drink chere?" He asks.

"Pool tables, and poker." I state handing him another twenty. "Now please, I have to get back to my hotel. See you around, Cajun."

I turn around and head out and all of the sudden I hear panting behind me and I feel a pressure against my wrist. "Hey y', y' shouldn' be out here at nigh'. Pretty little fillie like y'."

"Listen you. I don't know who you think you are, but if you don't let go...you'll regret it." I state acidly.

He drags me into the ally and my glasses fall off into the street...and I look at him...I see my eyes in the window behind him, they are glowing bright red now. I materialize a knife. "Who...who...who...are you." He asks.

"Your worst nightmare." I respond and I was about to throw a warning shot when out of no where a metal rod hits my attacker in the head. It's the man from the bar...Gambit.

"Y' alright chere?" He asks.

"I'm fine and I had it handled, thank you very much." I look up at him, hoping that my eyes might scare him away...they don't...he just takes off his sunglasses and I see the most beautiful combination of colors ever imaginable... His eyes...where they're supposed to be white are a deep, deep black. Darker than night. And his irises are a very deep red, like the texture of velvet and they glow crimson against the darkness.

"I guess dat we have a little bit in common, eh?" Gambit laughed.

"Maybe." I shrug my shoulders and throw the dagger into the dumpster. That's my only problem, once I create it, I can't get rid of it.

"His knife chere?"

"Nope, mine." I say and produce a playing card. "I'm a mutant. My name is Rosie Kline...Alias Atomizer."

"Well I'm a mutant too." A playing card comes out of his sleeve and charges magenta. "Remy LeBeau...Alias Gambit."

I stick out my hand for him to shake and he takes it and kisses the knuckles. "S' why y' called Atomizer?"

"I manipulate atoms and can create solid objects at will out of thin air."

"Ah..."

"Well you're called Gambit because you're a risk taker. Life's a gamble...so Gambit." I smile. "Suits your character."

"I make t'ings go boom...I take de latent energy of any inanimate object and charge it wid bio-kinetic energy and make it explode...de bigger de charge, de bigger de explosion."

I ponder a minute. "LeBeau...LeBeau...where have I heard that name before."

"Perhaps mon foster pere." He states. "Guild Leader Jean-Luc LeBeau."

"Wait, you're his foster son? Le Diable Blanc?"

"One in de same chere..." He grins.

"An' de Rosie Kline was a bar dat he used t' visit when I was a child." He smiled.

"My parents owned that bar...My mother died after giving birth to me...her final request to my father was I be named after it. I still don't know why." I respond. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four..." He responded puzzled. "Why?"

"No reason." I yawn. "Anyhow...I guess I'll see you around huh?"

"Y' can bet on dat chere." He bows and walks off into the night...a gambler, a thief, and a mutant has chosen his Alias wisely. Gambit.

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