So, here's the next chapter. It's different since it's from Remy's POV. I thought it would be nice to peek in on Remy before switching back to a captive Cora. I decided to show a different side to the womanizer; even if his mind is still on one thing (which is shown in the second dream a bit.) I know it's short and jumps around a bit, which I'm sorry for. Writer's block and school can be thanked for that. Also, just a friendly request for some more reviews! I want to hear what you all think and I'm open for suggestions, seeing how I'm not sure how the story will end or where it will go. Please, show some love! :)

Looking back, Remy didn't see Cora in the tunnel. Quickly handing off the unconscious boy to a few panicked students, he sprinted back towards the mansion. The painfully strong emotions from the fleeing students overwhelmed him, magnifying his panic at her absence. He tried not to think about what could have happened to her, shoving the fearful thoughts to the back of his mind. Being so focused on running, he bowled over Bobby Drake and slammed into Logan, nearly falling after the impact.

"Wrong way Cajun." He said, grabbing his arm and steering him back the way he came.

"No! Cora is that way!" he said quickly, fighting against his grip.

"They have her." Logan answered flatly as he pushed against him. He stopped fighting Logan and stared.

"We have to help her!" Remy tried to push past Logan, causing a scuffle to break out.

"Hey!" It was Rogue. She placed her arm on Remy's shoulder, being sure to avoid his skin. "I know you're upset, but right now, the best thing you can do is escape with us." He shook his head, refusing to abandon her with the enemy.

"She's right." Bobby said as John helped him to his feet. "Escape today, fight tomorrow." Gritting his teeth, he turned and followed them down the tunnel, feeling like a traitor to Cora.

"Remy?" Cora's soft voice brought him out of his daze. He had abandoned his bed and settled down in the den, staring at the moon through the window. "Oui mi Cherie?" She had her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes red. "De nightmares again?" he asked, holding out his arms. She nodded as she quickly walked over to the couch and settled down beside him. She let her head rest against his chest as she wrapped her arm around him, curling up next to him. Both of them had been plagued by nightmares of their time at Three Mile Island, but Cora seemed to be more affected by them. Kissing her temple softly, he whispered in her ear. "De are nothin' more than nightmares Petit. You are safe with Remy."

A sudden jolt brought Remy out of his brief sleep. Logan had hit another pothole as he drove like a maniac towards Boston. Bobby, Rogue, and John were asleep in the backseat, one of them snoring softly. They sat in silence for a few moments before Logan spoke.

"Holdin' up kid?" Remy could feel his gaze and continued to stare out the window.

"What do you mean?"

"You seemed pretty tore up back there."

"'s nothing." Remy answered simply, not wanting to think about it.

"I'm not buyin' that." Logan was stubborn. Remy could feel the edge in his emotions, something caught between the ever-present hostility and…pity? It looked like he wasn't dropping this.

"I feel like it's my job to watch out for her. And I failed." Neither of them spoke as they pulled into the suburbs, the kids waking up as they pulled into the Drake's driveway.

Remy rubbed his temples, the last 18 hours nagging at his mind. The mansion had been attacked, they fled to Boston, John had attacked the police, the Air Force had retaliated, and now they were talking as if they were building an alliance with Magneto and Mystique. He didn't know them well, but from what he heard and could feel, he didn't trust them much. Sure, Magneto had saved their lives, but it sounded like he had threatened them far more times in the past. Working for the Thieves Guild in New Orleans had been much simpler than being a school teacher, he thought with a tired laugh.

"We're setting up tents for the night Cajun. We'll leave in the morning whenever the jet is fixed." Logan's voice rang out through the night air. Great, more time for Cora to be held hostage. Pulling himself to his feet, he grabbed a tent and set it up quickly. John came over, looking as if he was planning on bunking in with him.

"Share with Drake, kid. I don't want guests." He muttered, quickly zipping the entrance shut. Laying down, it felt like sleep was a long way off, his mind buzzing. A question crossed his mind again, causing him to frown. Why did he want to save her so much? He told himself it was because they were old friends, their time at Three Mile Island bonding them stronger than a normal friendship. He thought of the three years he had spent with her, surprising his family by ending his erratic behavior with other women when he brought her home. Another reason crossed his mind, but he didn't want to think it, not with the situation they were in. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep as he let his mind wander.

"Corazon…" he murmured happily as she kissed his neck. He could feel her grin as she ran her hand over his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. "Oui?" she asked, causing him to laugh. When she spoke French, her southern twang destroyed it. He ran his hand over her hip, relishing the feeling of her soft skin. "Mi Cherie, you are amazing." She pulled back, her eyes lit up brightly. "Not bad for a first time?" There was a touch of nervousness in the question, a fear of an unsatisfied answer. He reached out and touched her cheek, pulling her closer to him. "De best." He murmured as he kissed her.

For a moment, Remy forgot where he was when he woke up. He couldn't help but grin after dreaming about his and Cora's first time together. She had been so nervous. He had been surprised when she told him she was a virgin and slightly ashamed to admit that he had had more than his fair share of flings in the past. Instead of being upset by it, a curious look had crossed her face before she pounced on him. Stretching, he sat up in bed to have reality smack him in the face. His head rammed against the roof of the tent, reminding him that they were stranded and still searching for Cora and the missing students.