Author Notes: I don't own the X-Men. I have removed the original story and revised it and added a few chapters here and there. I apologize if there are grammar issues within the story. I tried to catch and fix those I ran across. This story does bounce around from past to present to future times. And when dealing with Remy and his speech habits things won't be grammarly correct. Keep the reviews pouring in and I'll keep continuing it. As for the other stories I have hit a major road block, if you have anything you'd like to see, feel free to share. I could use the ideas, Thanks for all. Kristin

Sometimes a Dream is just that, A Dream

Chapter 1: Wolverine's Thoughts

The first day I meet him, I thought he was a royal pain in the ass, good looking, but a pain. His accent was a thick southern, Cajun I believe, frog language if you ask me. He spoke in a mixture of French and English damn hard to understand at times, like I said the language of the frogs. Despite his language differences he was a damn good fighter, oh and did I mention annoying and cocky as hell? The kid has had training that much is a fact, not many people can wipe the floor with me in a danger room match and live to talk about it. He wasn't a complainer, like Jubilee is, he fought like the devil he is, sometimes he would over do it in a battle and/or training, but that was just how the Cajun was a fighter.

He took a little getting use to, but now I consider him a good/true friend, great drinking buddy, and bike rider. But terrible at camping, turn the kid loose in the city and he could find his way to and out of anything, but turn the tables and put him in the woods and he was lost, completely turned around and jumpy as all hell. He was fun to fuck with in situations like that, but he bit back hard and when you least suspected it. So mentally note to all, if ya'll take him into the woods to prank him he will return it ten-folds. That reminds me kid blew up my last box of Cubans; still owe him for that one.

I guess that is when I first saw, well started looking at him as more than just a friend. The kid needed someone to look after him, to take care of him. Now as I look at him as a lover, I see him in a totally new light. I can see a side of him I never saw a much younger, scared kid that no one ever sees's, behind his mask he wears. His name is Remy LeBeau and I'm Logan, I've known the kid behind the mask for only 6 months, yet I've known the man; Gambit, for nearly 6 years.

It's funny how you think you know someone, but when it all boils down to it you really don't know jack shit about that person. You only think you know what that person is like because that is what they project. I learned all that way to easily nearly three weeks ago. It happened during a mission, the kid and I were held as prisoners of Mr. Sinister. I never knew the kid and Sinister had such a bad blood/history between them. Granted Sinister isn't the most liked villain among any X-Man, just like Sabretooth isn't my favorite person in the world.

Maybe the fact that the kid and I are together, I see him as Remy not as Gambit. Sinister talked non-stop about new drugs he'd enjoy trying out on the Cajun. I just wished the jerk would shut the fuck up. We where kept in separate cells next to one another. I had tried everything I could think of to get Remy to talk to me during our imprisonment, hell I even started a fight with him hoping he'd take the bait and nothing. Now I know why Hank anyways states 'talking to Remy about himself is like pulling teeth'. The kid never spoke one word to him nor looked in his direction.

What surprised me was Remy didn't fight Sinister, when he was removed from his cell. I tried to fight for him. I yelled and screamed at Sinister to leave him alone.

We were only within Sinister's care for a short time when the X-Men found us and freed us. After the ordeal I had tried to get Remy to talk to me after the fact on our way home, but he asked to be left alone. Not wanting to push him I backed off, but no sooner had we gotten home, when Remy had up and disappeared without a word to Cyke or me.

Hell I even grilled Ororo his sister and Rogue his ex-girlfriend two out of the three closest friends the Cajun had besides me. Rogue suggested that he might have went to Seattle, Washington a place Remy often visited after his run-ins with Sinister. Hell she would know she's been in his head or had him in her head. Guess I have a Cajun to track down, and he already had a two day head start.