Ok so here is my Gambit as a girl fic! Please review!

Remy Lebeau, master thief, ran through the swaps that surrounded the Lebeau estate. Remy never thought that the day of her own wedding would end up like this. Running as fast as she could in a snow white gown through the marsh, running for her life. Remy realized that she must have looked ridiculous, her make up and hair was probably a horrible mess, but she didn't dare to slow. She knew if she was caught they would make her marry the most despicable man she had ever met, Julian, older brother of her best friend Belladonna. She and Bella grew up together, playing in the river, going shopping, acting like spoiled daddy's girls. It didn't matter to either of them that they came from rival guilds. Bella was the daughter of the Leader of the Assassins Guild while Remy was the beloved adoptive daughter of Jean-Luc Lebeau, Leader of the Thieves Guild.

Remy made a sharp turn to the right as she cursed her luck. "This is just great! Why me?" She could feel them gaining on her, those filthy assassins. She knew no thief would try to stop her escape. Everyone hated Julian, even most of the assassins. Remy absolutely despised Julian, her would be future husband if she couldn't escape New Orleans fast enough. The moment Julian had come back to New Orleans from his boarding school and met Remy for the first time, he demanded of his father that they would be married. For years he knew his father was trying to end the fighting between the two guilds and unite them, and this was the perfect match. Jean-Luc had agreed to it before he asked his only daughter, excited at the idea of peace in New Orleans.

Now that her father knew it was too late, he aided in her escape. Bella had told her when there would be a guard change and she took the opportunity to run. "Marry that pig, ha! Not a chance." She had made contact with a friend of a friend who owed her a favor and she was able to hop into a car with New York license plates and bolt. Remy drove for three hours until she pulled into a deserted rest stop to change out of her gown. After pulling on a pair of tight jeans, a tank top and a pair of black stilettos she checked her hair and make up. Her hair had come undone from its elegant up do, her make up was smeared horribly. She ripped a part of her dress off and wet it under the sink, wiping her face of the heavy make up. She pulled all the pins and let her long auburn hair fall around her upper back.

Walking out of the bathroom she threw the wedding dress into the trash bin, and went into the store to purchase some snack foods. "Runnin' from your own weddin' can make a girl hungry." She pulled on her shades to cover her noticeably different eye color, red on black always seems to stand out. She grabbed a can of soda and a couple of bottles of water, a bag of chips, a few chocolate bars and a pack or two of gum. She pulled cash out a hundred dollar bill and gave it to the clerk, "You didn't see me, oui cherie?" The young man nodded as she left him stunned.

~Six months later…

Remy picked the lock at her latest job. Luckily she was trained by the best of the best or else she would have been found by Julian just as fast as she had gotten away. She had been on the run now for six long months, going from state to state and even for one month traveling all over Europe. 'I can't believe he is this nuts! My God what a fool!' Her closest call had been in San Francisco, she was living there for only seven weeks before she suspected Julian had staked out her apartment. It really was too bad she liked working in the small coffee shop a few blocks away from the Mission district. At least she learned how to make a mean cup of coffee. Plus the tips were great, those city people loved her thick accent and southern belle charm.

Quietly she walked into the office and started to go through the different cabinets. Most of the papers seemed normal, until she got to the false bottom of the last drawer and she hit the mother load. Sighing she searched through the files- all about mutant research. She shook her head as she looked at pictures of young mutants being experimented on. She knew which way to float this information to so this would be stopped. What kind of sick person would be doing this? She continued to pull files and papers out, digging deeper. Most of the papers were reports, she didn't have too much time, Remy never liked to hang out at any place she steals from.

She just wanted to make sure she got enough information to send to her employer. This man had recently approached her about finding people who experiment on mutants, he was sure he and his people could shut the monsters down for good. He had agreed to pay her a large amount of money, including lodging and a small food allowance while she researched appropriate ways to gather the information. She had already passed on some information about a sick pervert in up state Florida who purchased visibly noticeable female mutants to lease out to his clients for fun. It wasn't long after her employer got the information that the sick pimp was sent to jail for human trafficking.

Recently Remy had started working in the office as a temp, finding out where the weakness in security was, and when she had enough information she made her move. Her current "employer" was just a backer on this mutilation, He gave the sick scientist money for all this cruelty. Surprisingly there was information on the man conducting the experiments. It wasn't truly part of any file that had been sent to him, it seems this backer had done some research on the man. The ring leader was-

"Bon jour ma cherie!" Julian sat in the opened window of the office. "I've missed you." He smiled widely, almost too happy, and opened his arms wide. "I knew that kind heart of yours would lead you here eventually. You do love your fellow freaks." She hated to admit it but Julian looked just as dashing as ever, his golden blond hair tied back to the nape of his neck, his ice blue eyes bared hard into her, his muscular body seemed to make the window shrink back in fear. If he wasn't such a nut job it might have worked out between them… but now wasn't the time to think of the past. It made sense that Julian would do research on the man he was giving money to, he defiantly had some trust issues.

Remy knew she didn't have much time to escape, she picked up the files, never breaking eye contact and stuffed them into her bag. She could feel some movement behind the closed office door. Julian had brought some friends. The door was locked and the only other way out of the office was the window. "So what Julian, you kept tabs on a research company hoping that I would show up?"

Julian smiled at her, "Non Cher, this is my office. You came to me. Pretty ridiculous of you but like I said before, I knew this would peak your interest and you would come running to help."

"You are financing this evil research? You are enabling a person to lock up women and children and pump them full of chemicals and cut them up! What reason could you possibly have to do this?" Remy knew she had to control her anger and find a way out of this, she may appear cornered in this small room, but she knew she still had the advantage. Julian would stop her before she could get to the window, the assassin is fast- almost as fast as her. With these closed quarters she couldn't take the chance of him pinning her. Her other option had at least three men standing on the other side of the door- but she could surprise them.

"My reasons are my own, woman! You will not raise your voice to me! You will come home this instant and take your place at my side!" Julian advanced a few steps to Remy which she countered by moving to the opposite side of the desk.

"You know I will never go to you willingly. I hate you so very much." Remy knew this was a long shot but she had to get him blinded by his anger. He was cunning but pretty stupid when it came to control.

"I own you! Your own father signed the papers for our marriage. You are mine! And don't act like you don't want me, that's why you were always hanging around my sister. You just wanted to get close to me!"

Remy was slightly surprised by his thoughts, he couldn't really believe that, right? "Hell non, the day you came back from France was the worst day of my life, I can't stand you."

"You are mine! Why do you feel the need to act like this, cherie? We used to have so much fun together." He was buying his time, Remy could feel it. She needed him to feel secure, to feel he could win.

"I could never enjoy your company, Julian. I will never be your wife. You will never control me, I will kill myself before I let you touch me."

Julian screamed out his rage and pushed the desk towards her. There was approximately 18 inches between Julian and the window, and 45 inches between her and Julian. The door was 52 inches from where she was standing and 62 inches from Julian. Julian was leaning to his right which means he would try to fake her thinking he would go left, but really cut right. It would be a tight fit but….

As the door to the office was kicked in Remy grabbed a large paper weight and charged it quickly-throwing it at the men coming in. She dove down and rolled behind the other side of the desk. She then charged the large leather chair and sprang to the window. Julian was stunned but quickly recovered and grabbed at her bag, ripping it open, some papers began to tumble out to the floor. Remy was almost hanging out the window, one leg already out as Julian clutched her upper arm hard enough to leave bruises. Remy gripped tightly onto the bag with one hand, and Julian's shirt with the other. She charged it. The heat rolling off his turtle neck was enough to make him halt. Remy and Julian's eyes met.

"Let me go, Julian." His face flashed with such anger, something she was almost all too familiar with, then as quickly as it came, it was gone.

"Ah Biento, Ma Cherie." Julian kissed her fast and hard. Shocked Remy called back the charge to her body and pushed herself out the window- landing gracefully two stories below. As she pushed herself up off the dirt she realized why Julian had given up. A large plane had silently landed and about six people were lining up, ready for a fight. She looked up the window to see it empty.

"Mon Dui! It just keeps coming! Can't I have one night off?" Her red on black eyes blazed with her anger, she knew that Julian was already gone from the office, probably the building, and she was left to deal with this turn of events.

"What is your business here?" A man called to her, he was obviously the leader. He was a tall handsome man, red hair, and a funny pair of glasses covering his eyes. Remy looked around at the other people on his team. A woman with dark skin and white hair, a man covered in blue fur, another woman with dark red hair, a young boy who looked like he had no business being here, and a short angry looking man with wild facial hair.

"More than you have. I work here- well worked here. If you don't leave now I will call the police and have you charged with trespassing. Good day!" Remy knew the bluff would only distract them as she shifted the files to a more secure position on her person. The short angry one growled at Remy and countered her side step.

"We have reason to believe the man running this office may have a connection to an under ground mutant testing ring. Would you know anything about it?" the woman with the white hair asked. Her face and tone of voice were soft but Remy could feel her confidence rolling off of her in waves, she was powerful and she knew it.

Remy pursed her lips and stepped to the side slowly, the team watched her warily, but only one reacted. Not surprised when it was the short angry one.

"Where do you think you're going?" He stepped to her- no one made a move to stop him. Remy watched him warily, wondering how this would turn out. "We have questions and you have the answers. So you better get pretty darn comfortable standing there and talking to us."

Remy narrowed her eyes- sizing up the group of mutants, she suspected, in front of her. "Is he always like this? Or am I just lucky?" The crazy angry one was about 4 feet away from her and she could feel him winding his legs up to pounce on her. The rest of the team varied from 6 to 9 feet away. Her eyes darted from side to side looking for the best way out.

The young boy, with a cocky smile replied to her joke, "No, you're not special." Remy smirked at him.

"I'm not telling you anything, I have an important delivery to make, if ya'll wanted to know about what they do here, do your own damn research." Remy's mind was in over drive, she was calculating which way she could run, how long it would take her to get to her car and be on the way from these loons. The only problem was that she didn't know what powers they had, if any, and how far they would be willing to take it. The moment hung in the air as she felt something, really someone, push against her mental shields. Grabbing a handful of playing cards she charged them and looked at the red head.

"Stay the hell out of my mind, Red, unless you want your face rearranged!" She backed herself into a corner, almost. The woman looked at her in utter shock, and she exchanged glances with the man in the funny head gear.

"If you will excuse me," the blue man began, "we mean you no harm. We were on our way here to find any and all information we can about the illegal medical testing being conducted on mutants. All we want to do is help those poor people who are being ill treated. If you have any information on them or their whereabouts I implore you to relinquish your knowledge to us."

"She's going to run, can't I just take her down now and save ourselves the damn chase?" The little man twitched anxiously back and forth between his right and left side.

"We do not know that for sure, Wolverine." The white haired woman replied to her comrade. At that moment Remy threw the cards blasting a hole into the wall closest to her. Most of the opposing team fell to the ground with the shock.

"You should have listened to him!" Remy yelled as she bound through the large hole, knowing the crazy little one was right one her tail. Remy sent the charge to her feet and through her boots as she charged the individual tiles behind her, causing them to act as landmines to her pursuers. As she ran her breath started to show in front of her face, when did it get so damn cold? When she took a right turn to the front entrance, an ice wall started to form in front of her.

"Merde!" she kicked off the wall and propelled herself down the other side of the hall. Fog started to seep into the building, so thick she could barley see her own hand in front of her face. Luckily she was familiar with the building and she could feel the other people around her. The beast like man was coming at her quickly, she turned and slid down a hall. She pressed the emergency close button and the door sealed shut behind her. Remy was in the storage room of the warehouse. Hopefully the heavy metal door would be enough to keep the team out as she thought of a plausible escape route. It was a large room, the offices that she had worked at the past two weeks was a medical supply and shipping company. The room had rows and rows of scaffolding shelves, almost as tall as the two story room.

The sound of metal ripping against metal echoed through the warehouse, her best bet was to hide. She scaled the wall of a storage unit and started hopping from one to the other until she buried herself between two boxes on a high shelf.

"Did you see which way she went?" The leaders voice echoed from the other side of the room. Remy looked around quietly, 5 shelving's away was a window large enough for her to fit through if she could just get there.

"I smell her, she went this way." Remy's head quickly turned to the short man. Smelt her? She showered this morning! He and the rest of the team came up to the isle she had climbed up. "She went up, look for her up there Beast."

"Affirmative." He started to climb with such ease Remy started to regret her idea, and the red head and the white haired chick also floated up.

"Honestly, we mean you no harm, we just want to know what you know about the research." It was the leader again, he seemed to be the most rational of the group. The Beast was starting to close in on her location, she could jump down and risk a hand to hand, or she could make a break for the window.

She silently and quickly got up and jumped to the next isle, "There she is!" The young boy pointed and then turned himself into ice. He started to freeze a path higher and higher to the ceiling. She went even faster, jumping to the next one, two more isles to go… the scaffolding all of a sudden started to shake violently underneath her, it tipped to the side, she went to jump for the next one, but her footing wasn't as sure.

She started to topple to the ground, hitting the bottom of the over turned isle half way down, Remy tried to turn her body to catch herself with her legs but the ground rushed to quickly towards her and she landed painfully on the concert floor. She knew her arm wouldn't work right for a while, it was dislocated.

"Damnit Jean!" the angry one yelled as Remy moved slowly into a sitting position, her arm dangling awkwardly at her side.

"I'm sorry! I only meant to shake it a little, I didn't think it would fall over like that. Oh my God, are you alright?" Jean asked Remy, guilt was written all over her face.

"Please allow me to assist you…" The blue beast carefully came to her side but her eyes flashed with an unearthly pink color.

"Back off blue balls." Remy growled as she felt something wet tickle down the side of her face from her hairline. Her head was starting to swim. The whole team was now surrounding her, Remy's back was pushed against the shelving as she put her glove into her mouth. Biting down on it hard she forced her shoulder into place with a sickening pop. The team heard what they assumed was a muffled profanity as her breathing finally evened out. "Fuck, just take it!" Remy threw her sack at the leader and put her head against the support behind her… she just wanted to rest her eyes.

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