Disclaimer: X-Men characters belong to Stan Lee & Jack Kirby. DOFP: The Rogue Cut belongs to Fox. The amazing cover image I found on tumblr.

Hey there everyone! So technically this is a sequel to my previous movie fic A Chance Encounter. You shouldn't need to go read it if you don't want to, although there will be slight throwbacks. So this is set immediately after the events of DOFP: The Rogue Cut. And of course this is ROMY so there will be plenty of our favourite Ragin' Cajun.

I know how long many of you have been waiting for this and I'm sorry it took so long but I've been working on the outline for months. I was a little disappointed in myself that Chance basically became "How many different ways can Anna and Remy have sex?" I'm going to try and avoid that trap this time around.

I will rate chapters appropriately though ;-)

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Prédestiné

Cause & Effect

Remy LeBeau collapsed in a pile of sordid ecstasy as he finished making love to the woman underneath him. This one was blonde and large breasted. She was giggling and kissing his lips as he sat back against the headboard to catch his breath.

He knew that he had a way with women and never tired of taking them home to his bed. Although in this case he was the one who had been taken home. He continued to roam his hands across her back as she continued kissing him until they heard a car come down the driveway. The blonde shot up like a deer in the headlines. The husband was home. She leaped off of Remy and began to scramble up his clothes.

"You need to go now." She threw his pants at him.

Remy began to pull them on. "You never said you were married." He was looking around for his jocks but couldn't find them.

"You never asked." She tossed the rest of his clothes onto the bed and went to the doorway. "I'll go and stall him while you climb out the window."

Remy shook his head while pulling on his boots and trench with his t-shirt still in hand. "When will I see you again?"

"I'll call you." She kissed him again dizzily on the lips before running down the staircase.

This was a two-storey house and the bedroom was on the top floor so Remy climbed from the window and perched on the roof. He would wait here until it got dark and then he would climb down a neighboring tree.

Remy was a drifter. A mercenary for hire. His cell began ringing and a name flashed on the caller ID. Essex.

"LeBeau." He answered.

"Good evening, Mr LeBeau. I understand you wish to employ my services."

"The word on the street is that you can help people." Remy's hand surged with kinetic energy for a moment, so much that it hurt. It felt as though it was on fire. He had kinetically charged his mobile phone without realising. He took a deep breath and surged the energy back down into his body, defusing the explosive potential, but causing him great pain in the process. "I need help." He grunted into the receiver.

"Very well Mr LeBeau. Come and see me at my office and I will examine you. However my services do not come cheaply."

"Money won't be a problem." Remy was only telling a half-truth. He would get the money somehow.

"It's not money that I am interested in. I will see you in one hour."

It had only been recently that Remy had noticed a surge in his powers, but they were spiralling out of control and something needed to be done.

Nathaniel Essex was a genetic scientist that specializes in mutant genealogy. After giving Remy a thorough examination he was fascinated at the thief's kinetic potential, however if left unchecked there was no telling what could happen. The energy would continue to build, threatening to explode spontaneously. Essex agreed to correct LeBeaus genetic condition through surgery and in return Remy would be at his disposal. Remy Lebeau's loyalty didn't last long however, as things took a turn for the worst. Remy ended up with blood on his hands...too much blood; and so he deserted from Essex, the scar on the back of his head a permanent reminder of the guilt he would carry with him forever.

Wolverine's head was in a spin. "Jean...you're here." A few seconds earlier she had greeted him and asked if he was ok. How could she be asking him that, after everything that had happened.

"Where else would I be?" She smiled at him. Jean looked stunning, dressed all in red. It dawned on Logan then, that Jean had no idea. He reached out his hand, intending to caress her cheek, tuck a wisp of fiery red hair behind her ear when a different hand reached out and halted his.

"Whoa, easy pal." It was Summers. Of course it was Summers.

"Some things never change." Logan had literally rewritten history. Whatever had come to pass in this lifetime was drastically different to the life that he knew. Scott had not died, which meant neither had Jean. Logan suddenly realised that meant whatever had happened between him and Jean...nothing had happened. She wasn't his. Although she had never really been his to begin with; but even now, being with Scott, at least she was here, alive, breathing in front of him. Logan could live with that.

He put a hand on Scott's shoulder. "Good to see you Scott."

Even behind the visor, the look on Scott's face said it all. "Uhuh, I'll see you later Jean." He began to brush past them muttering to himself as he walked away from the pair and up the staircase.

Logan saw the Professor next, exactly how he had remembered him from his future. Then he realised that Charles Xavier was the only person here besides Hank that would know anything about anything. "Professor..." He mumbled.

Jean continued to stare at him, trying to work out what was going on behind Logan's features. Self-restraint as a telepath was something she was very good at.

"Logan...is everything alright?"

"Yeah..." He said, still in disbelief at the woman standing in front of him. Jean scrutinised him one last time, not certain that she believed him.

"Yeah...I think it is." He said again, more confidently this time.

Jean's features softened and she smiled again, before brushing past him to follow Cyclops down the hall.

Logan's attention turned to Xavier. He was immersed in a book at his desk.

"You did it."

"Did what?" Charles replied, the irritation in his voice was clear. Xavier tossed the book down onto his desk. "Logan, Don't you have a class to teach?"

"A class...to teach?" Logan was confused now.

"Yes, History."

"History?" Logan grinned. "Actually I could use some help with that."

"Help with what?" Xavier had no idea that Logan's future self had finally caught up with the present day.

"Pretty much everything after 1973." Logan watched as the cogs ticked over inside Charles' head. "I think the history I know is a little different."

"Welcome back."

"It's good to see you Charles. It's good to see everyone."

"We have a lot of catching up to do."

Logan spent the first few days in this new future trying to get his head around what had changed and what had stayed the same. Due to the failed assassination of Bolivar Trask back in seventy-three there had been no Sentinel Programme. Mutants were still feared, although not quite as hated. Life was a little easier.

On his way down to Charles' office, Logan had caught a glimpse of Rogue walking down a hallway holding hands with Drake. It was strange for him to realise that these kids had all grown up. The last time he had seen Rogue was when she had been detained by the Sentinels; when he had to make the decision to leave her behind. He still felt guilty. The Cajun had wanted to punch him in the face that day on the jet. It was at that moment it had dawned on Logan...the Cajun. Where was Gambit? He had become such an integral part of the Xavier Institute that Logan knew. He had become the most important part in Rogue's life, and Rogue was always going to be important to Logan. Wolverine's mind then went off on another train of thought. How had he met Rogue in this lifetime? Had she still climbed into the back of his truck at sixteen and running scared? How was Logan supposed to differentiate between what he remembered and the new history that had been cemented?

Meanwhile, Logan was avoiding Jean like the plague; trying to work out his relationship with her...whether or not they had any history at all. He was going to assume the answer to that question was a no, because what else could he do?

After a couple of days, Jean approached him in his bedroom.

Knocking on the door she gingerly asked "Can I come in?" before walking in anyway.

"Jean." Logan greeted her, trying to keep this as casual as possible. He stood at his window so Jean made herself at home on the end of his bed.

She cut straight to the point. "Have I done something to upset you?"

"Jean, you don't need to do this."

"I feel like I've done something wrong. These last couple of days..." She wasn't implying anything sexual. "You're being so distant."

"It's easier this way. You'd never believe me if I told you the truth."

"We live in a house full of mutant powers and you want me to question what's possible?"

Jean got up off the bed and moved to stand in front of him. He could smell her perfume. He wanted her so badly by this point, but if it was one thing Logan had learnt over the years was self-control.

"You don't have to tell me you know..." She raised her hands to the side of his head and was about to close her eyes to focus when Logan grabbed her wrists.

"Jean no! There are things that happened. Things you shouldn't see. I'm happy that you're here but..."

"Logan, you're not making any sense."

"It's better this way..."

"Whatever you're going through, I could help." She pressed.

"You really want to help me?"

Jean nodded. "Of course I do."

Logan moved forward quickly, placing his hands behind her head. Kissing her lips, he took Jean completely by surprise. She only indulged him for a moment before stepping back and asking "What was that?"

Logan smiled. "Just working through some things."

She looked so confused that he tried to reassure her. "It's ok; really. It's just like I thought."

"I should go." She made her way to the door when Logan's voice made her pause for just a moment.

"Jean...it's really good to see you."

Frustrated by the lack of information he held about his new present, Logan made his way to Professor Xavier's office.

"What am I supposed to tell everyone, Charles? The truth isn't even that far-fetched."

"The truth might not be that implausible Logan, however you need to consider how the truth impacts everybody else around you. Time travel is a very delicate matter. I would like you to give me an example of something that has dramatically changed by your going back to 1973."

"Well, in my present, Scott and Jean are both dead. Were both dead." He corrected himself.

"And how did that happen?"

"The short version? Jean's powers evolved into something she couldn't control, and she killed him. She didn't mean to. I had to kill her; she was dangerous...I know that sounds ridiculous."

"So you tell everyone the real reason that you don't remember your time here. People begin asking questions about the present that you described to Hank and I all of those years ago. Scott and Jean begin to wonder why there is no mention of them, and then you have to explain to Scott that he was murdered by the woman he loves. Can you imagine how that might affect them? The strain it would inevitably put on their relationship; the impact it would have on Jean?"

"So I'll tell them they died at the hands of the Sentinels."

"How are you going to remember the truth from the lies; on top of the new memories you create as you go forward in your life? If you believe you are struggling now give it a few weeks. Even you wouldn't be able to remember what the people around you know and don't know. Kitty has only newly developed the ability to send someone's consciousness into the past. We have done extensive trials to determine how the past, present and future can affect one another. I can ask her into my office to explain to you the damage you may do by revealing too much information."

"How much information is too much information?"

"You must be careful not to mention anything that might influence decision-making. For example; you cannot tell people when they are going to die, who they are going to marry or how many children they are going to have. Even something you might deem as unimportant has the potential to alter the future."

"So what do you suggest?"

"You tell everybody you have amnesia."

"You don't just wake up one day with amnesia; Professor."

"Well perhaps you hit your head? I'm sure you will come up with something creative. Logan, I really believe this is for the best. I will speak to Hank and he will support your story."

Logan could see the Professor's point. Scott and Jean were just one example. So much had changed from the world that he knew. In his sentinel-ridden future he had gotten involved with Ororo. It had began out of desperation. Their world was ending. Jean was dead. He had let her go, finally able to move on. But now; Jean was here. He wasn't sure how he felt, he wasn't sure about a lot of things. the only thing he was sure about was that it wasn't fair to enter into anything with Storm until he knew.

The Professor called a faculty meeting later that day. They all stared at Logan when he said he was suffering from memory loss.

"A few nights ago, sometime last week; I was having trouble sleeping, so I got up and went for a ride on my bike. Tried to clear my head. It was late, it was dark, I wasn't really thinking straight. I was tired. I swerved to avoid hitting some roadkill and I came off my bike. I hit my head pretty hard. I was a bit disorientated, but thought I was fine. Made it back home ok, went to sleep, but when I woke up..."

Cyclops was sceptical. "You don't remember anything? Who am I?"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You're an ass. Look, I remember who all of you are, I just don't remember much else. I don't remember last week, or last month...anything I do remember I couldn't tell you when it happened. I'm going to need all of your help." Logan had rendered the X-Men speechless. "I guess we just treat today as a fresh start."

"Why didn't you tell us when it happened?" Jean was the first to speak."

Hank spoke up from his place beside the Professor's desk. "We were not certain that his memory loss would be permanent. We are still not certain. These situations are delicate. We thought it best to wait and see if things might improve considering Logan still recognises us and his surroundings."

Logan was grateful that Hank was in on this too. "This doesn't need to be a big deal. I won't be teaching History to the kids anytime soon but..."

This elicited a chuckle from around the room. The story wasn't perfect but at least it would explain his vague expressions while stumbling through conversation.

Jean's eyes narrowed as Logan spoke. She didn't believe him for a second.

LeBeau continued to drift from place to place until he found himself in Salem Centre, Westchester. He was running out of money and pick-pocketing was not going to sustain him for long. As fate would have it he found himself outside of the Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters. He figured at the very least he could scrape together some spare cash, maybe even something to eat. Ever since defecting from Essex, Remy had been looking over his shoulder; not wanting to stay in the same place for long. He was expecting repercussions. Telling Nathaniel Essex to shove his employment may not have been the smartest choice the Cajun had ever made.

He waited until the early hours of the morning before slipping over the gates and moving towards the mansion. Remy was stealthily silent and it wasn't long before he spied an open window. The window was up on the higher levels but that didn't phase him; so Remy started climbing. Once inside he was began moving down the dark halls and slipping in and out of each bedroom. He didn't spend long in each; pulling the cash from wallets before placing the wallet back where he had found it. He never actually took the wallets and tried to avoid sentimental jewellery. He wasn't an asshole, he only did what he had to.

Creeping down the main staircase he found the kitchen. Remy wasn't in the habit of raiding people's fridges but judging by the furnishings of this place he didn't think it would be missed. He found some leftover takeout in a plastic container; rice, meat and vegetables. He sniffed it and then proceeded to pick at it. Even cold it tasted good; he hadn't eaten since yesterday. Being careful not to overstay his welcome, Remy began to make his way back upstairs.

Logan had woken up to go to the bathroom and on his way back to bed he caught the scent of something odd in his room. He vaguely recognised the subtle hints of jambalaia, cigarette smoke, cheap cologne and whiskey that was distinctively Cajun. What was he doing here? Logan pulled on a pair of pants and began to move down the hallway. The scent was stronger on the staircase which suggested Gambit had gone down them and back up again.

Remy had been doing this for a while and had a fairly good sense for when someone was following him. He began to move faster and slipped into the first room he came to. He began to rummage around for anything of value and after opening a bedside drawer he found a gold ring on a chain flanked with red stones. Remy couldn't say he wasn't tempted. Before he could make a decision he was interrupted by the ensuite door opening. He froze; the light from the bathroom exposing his presence in the room. Knowing he had only moments before he was potentially discovered in the house he deployed whatever powers of persuasive charm that he possessed; focusing on the silhouette in the doorway.

Rogue was so startled at the sight of a stranger in her room that she almost screamed but found she was unable to open her mouth. She glanced over at Bobby who was still sleeping soundly in their bed.

Remy moved closer to the woman, quickly; pressing an index finger to his lips he whispered "shhh" before moving the finger to her lips; as if he was emphasizing the urgency of her silence.

Rogue studied the man's face. She wasn't afraid of him, in fact it was nearly the opposite. She smiled; thinking he didn't know how lucky he was to be wearing gloves.

He removed the finger before lightly running his hand down her arm.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered, before running his hand back up her arm and resting it beneath her chin; tilting her face upwards towards his. His Cajun accent made Rogue weak at the knees.

Remy hadn't planned to get so carried away, but then again he never did. His charm was what helped pick up so many women. Remy would have been lying if he said he wasn't looking at her like that. She had curves in all of the right places, she was gorgeous, and she was in her nightie.

Rogue couldn't stop looking at the intruder's eyes. They were red on black irises. Even though the bedroom was dark, the light creeping in from the bathroom was just enough to illuminate his features. It was the strangest thing; she felt mesmerised to the very spot she was standing on, not being able to move; even if she wanted to, even when the man leant down closer; as though to kiss her. His lips came within inches of her own and if she let him...well she would have an unconscious stranger on her bedroom floor; but maybe it was worth it.

Their moment was interrupted when Logan began banging on her door.

"Rogue? Bobby? Are you ok in there?"

Remy leapt back from her and hastily made a break for the window of their room as the the hammering on the door began to wake Iceman. He pulled the window up, slipped out and began to climb down the side of the building without looking back for a second. Rogue was still standing in the middle of her room with a feeling of complete confusion. She shook it off before running to the door and finding a worried Wolverine when she pulled it open.

"Are the two of you ok? Was there anyone in here?" He asked hurriedly.

Rogue wasn't sure what compelled her to lie; but she did.

"What's going on?" She asked innocently.

"I think we had an intruder in the school tonight."

"What? Are you sure?" Bobby asked as he tried to wake up, rolling over in the bed.

"You hit your head again Logan?" Rogue teased.

Logan pushed his way into the room. "I can smell him. He was in here."

Rogue blushed slightly. "I didn't see anyone...but I was in the bathroom."

Logan moved to the window that was still open. "Here. He's gone." That Cajun could move...

Wolverine grumbled. "Go back to sleep we'll deal with this in the morning."

Rogue wouldn't sleep for the rest of the night. She couldn't shake his face from her thoughts, the three day old stubble, the red on black eyes and the sweet mix of cologne and whiskey that made him smell so darn good. What bothered her the most was the accent. She would have bet her last dollar that she had heard his voice somewhere before.