Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men

Was contemplating my full length story when this scene hit me

But, it didn't mesh well with scene two so I tweaked it a bit and put it here

Hope you all enjoy. Double or Nothing will be posted after PoaT is done.

Part One

A slow, self-pitying smirk spread across handsome features. "Well Remy," the Cajun spoke to himself. "You've really done it dis time." He turned his head to one side and coughed, a thick glob of blood dribbling down his chin to land on the dirty concrete below.

Honestly, the mutant wasn't quite sure why he bothered. It wasn't as if he weren't drenched in the crimson liquid already. One hand came up to gently trace the five deep furrows that ran from his neck to nearly his groin. The wounds that were slowly killing him.

Yes, Remy knew he was dying. Probably deserved it too, the Cajun admitted as he closed his red on black eyes. He could still hear their screams, both of terror and of pain. The Cajun hadn't meant for it to happen, but that didn't change the facts. The Morlocks were dead, and it was (partially at least) his fault. At least he had managed to save the girl, he reflected. Shoved the petite into a tunnel too small for any of Sinister's hounds to follow, he had done that much at least.

It had cost Remy though. He had turned around just in time to catch Sabertooth's claws right in the chest. The feral mutant had nearly gutted him. Really, it was a miracle he had managed to get Creed off him at all. After that he had just run, staggered really, deeper and deeper into the tunnels.

The tunnels that would now serve as his tomb. Gambit seriously doubted anyone would be coming for him. He didn't have anyone. On the off chance someone was looking, they would never find him, instead ending up hopelessly lost. Even someone like him could get turned around in the twisted warrens if they weren't careful.

Idly, the Cajun wondered if his pere would ever know what happened to him. Honestly, Gambit wasn't sure if he wanted him to. The slender figure shifted a bit, leaning more deeply against the damp walls in a futile effort to get more comfortable. All that was left was to wait for death to come. No angel for him though, Remy was certain this stunt had earned him a one way ticket straight to hell, if he hadn't been bound there before.

Gambit was so caught up in his own thoughts; he didn't even hear the footsteps at first. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up to meet a pair of burning crimson orbs. Almost immediately his gut twisted into knots, a deep feeling of dread rising within him. Not that he intended to let Sinister know that.

"I don't suppose," Remy drawled in a careless matter. "Clicking my heels together while chanting dere's no place like home will do anything to improve dis situation." If it would he would do it in a heartbeat, pride be damned.

Sinister chuckled, crouching down at the younger man's side, his clinical gaze sweeping over the other's injuries. "I seriously doubt it my boy."

The Cajun couldn't help but grin. "Yeah," he murmured, the darkness closing in. "Dat's what I thought." Not even the best of intentions could keep Remy awake any longer, and his head lolled to one side. He didn't even feel the strong arms that lifted him off the ground with a gentleness that was so very foreign to their owner's nature.

Good scene, iffy title

Oh well, it's not that important

Part two should be up sometime this week