It was a long time ago now. He doesn't know how it happened, it just did.

She did it every few weeks. Her anger would claim her and carry her off into a place where no one except her existed and she would only see red as she started throwing her bone cracking punches and deadly aimed kicks. Remy would just take it and not care. Why? He loved her. He loved his beautiful southern belle.

He thought she was perfect even as she was slowly killing him with her punches and kicks. She was stunning when provoked too bad that would probably be the end of him.

He would stay in the med bay while Rogue pretended she wasn't the one who gave him the broken arm or the black eye. She would dare to act as if she cared. Oh yes, she dared.

Then one night, she almost killed him. But, he was lucky. He got away with a few broken ribs, a broken left arm and a dislocated jaw. The mansion was fully aware of Rogue abusing Remy. And the professor was scanning the world for her.

But the reason why Remy wasn't as badly injured as he could have been was because his saviour saved him from almost certain death. And Rogue had flown off with her. Her, just so happened to be the newest X-man…Katrina. Katrina was much more prettier than Rogue and both Rogue and Katrina knew it as well.

As a result Rogue was jealous of Katrina. Katrina was stunning. Paler skin than the moon, eyes bluer than the sky and brown hair flying through the air. She always had her hair down only in emergencies did she wear it up.

By now, Rogue was probably just around the northern area of Pennsylvania. So not far from New York.

That was unless she was still in New York. That day Scott was screaming orders and the professor working his hardest in Cerebro. Logan was prepping the jet in case they need to travel far. Finally, The professor got a lock on not Rogue but Katrina. Remy was in the med bay still being cared for by Beast also known (and preferred as) Dr Hank McCoy.

Katrina turned out to be in the school grounds still. Just off in the woods surrounding the secluded mansion. They sent Logan, Scott, Jean and Storm to search. When they came back however it was shocking. Yes, they had Katrina. But they also had an inhibitor bracelet.

Her bullet proof skin and her healing factor were failing miserably in the attempt to keep her alive.

She was returned to the beloved mansion and when the five walked through the door everyone in the mansion seemed to be watching. Masks of horror swept onto their faces and the professor had a look of shock, disgust and horror plastered onto his aged face.

Katrina was all bloody, sweaty and looked awful. Her ribs had been smashed, her legs just dangled and the one thing that everyone was looking at was the iron spike that had entered through her stomach and had came out just inches away from her spine.

Jubilee was crying her friend was dying because her other friend stabbed her through her stomach.

Bobby moved to comfort his friend and so did Kitty. They swiftly left for the med bay. Where she was immediately taken to the operating table. The whole operation took 32 hours to do. And everyone was pacing about anxiously wondering whether they're friend would survive or not.

The others were tracking Rogue down as if she were a suicide bomber. Scott and Logan were the ones to tell Remy what happened. Remy was crying. That was the first time Remy cried in 9 years. They eventually moved Katrina to sleep near Remy for comfort for them both.

When she awoke the entire mansion seemed to sigh in relief. They finally managed to remove the damned inhibitor bracelet. Her abilities were up to they're original standard of efficiency. Everything was alright except Rogue could not be found.

But then they did find her.

They read about it in the newspaper. The FBI were looking into a case about a young mutant with a white stripe in her hair who had committed suicide off of Brooklyn bridge.

"Katrina…Cherie you save dis' ol' cajun's life. T'ank you."

"No problems, Cajun. No problems at all."

"How 'bout when dis Rogue t'ing is all sorted out. How 'bout Remy take you to de best restaurant in all of America huh?"

"That would be lovely Cajun. But you know what would really make my day…what would actually make my year to be exact."

"Non."

"Course you do…It's written on my lips."

"Aaaahhh…I know…an' dis Cajun can cure dat…"