A/n:okay thank you all who reviewed! Marcia, Razzoo, Brazos, BJ2, fanficlover, and last but not least, my1lilsecret. Here's the next bit and fear not I've written out-thank you easy classes in which i get so bored- and all i gotta do is type. And forgive me for my little machine Hank made..i dont' know if it's even possible, but...yeah...umm...
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"Cummon cher, please open y' eyes...make a stupid joke, make m' watch dose stupid cartoons...Hell I'll watch Ren an' Stimpy. Please cher." Remy whispered as he took Bobby's hand in his own. Just around the time Remy had settled him on a bed Hank had shown up and took over. All that was left for Remy to do was worry, wait and watch.

"Ren and Stimpy? My dear Cajun are you sure you are not the one who is ill?" Hank asked, trying to lighten the mood a little. It didn't seem to work.

"Oui Henri, 'm sick..worryin' 'bout him...I love him Henri...an' I just wanna go upstairs and kill dat connard." Remy whispered, hating himself for wanting to hurt another person, but hating Worthington more for doing this.

It seemed that this wasn't the first time Bobby wound up in Medlab covered in odd bruises. It was usually after Danger Room sessions with Warren. Hank had never even thought that Warren would do something like this till now. It made sense though, why Bobby would do whatever Warren asked him to do. Why he was terrified about Hank telling Warren that Bobby was bi. Everything.

Except why. Why would Warren beat on his friend? Or was it just some sick game to him? Did he hit Betsy too?

"Doubt he would raise a hand 'gainst 'Lisabetta. T'ink she'd hit back." Remy commented, Hank realizing that he had once again, been talking aloud.

"Yes, well, I can't help but wonder." Hank muttered, checking over Bobby's vitals for the umpteenth time that day. The Professor and Jean had been down earlier, and when they saw the state Bobby was in they were stunned into silence. Jean looked like she was going to cry, feeling so guilty for not sensing something was wrong before. Xavier was also very upset because he didn't sense it either.

To Remy's knowledge they were 'talking' to Warren right now. He hoped they let him play in the Danger Room with him and Logan, with the lights very low. Be fitting, him being down there, Hank trying to puzzle out how to put him back together again. Just like he was trying to puzzle out why Bobby had passed out.

"Remy?" The Cajun refocused on the blue man in front of him.

"Oui?"

"I'm going to give him a CT scan, maybe an MRI as well. I need you to help me move him, I do not wish to cause him further harm." Remy nodded and helped Hank move him onto the gurney. After getting Bobby onto the little bed thing that would move him into the MRI/CT hybrid machine ( lovingly tweaked by Hank P. McCoy). After the MRI was complete, Bobby started coming around.

Quickly turning the machines off, Hank was only two steps behind the thief.

"Rober'...cher.." Remy breathed as Hank pulled the little bed thing out. Bobby looked so confused.

"Blue? Gambit?" He asked as Remy's heart stopped beating. Bobby had stopped calling him Gambit a LONG time ago. "Did you just call me...cher?"

Hank watched Remy pale and he was certain the Arcadian would pass out on him. "Bobby do you remember what happened?"

"No..what day is it?" He asked, seeing Remy's thick sweater. The Cajun couldn't stand the cold, and not without reason, so it was, what? End of August?

"November twenty-fifth. The day after Thanksgiving..." Remy answered, watching Bobby's eyes grow to the size of dinner plates, though by the answer or the way it was spoken open for debate.

They both looked at Hank who was muttering to himself as he moved Robert back into Medlab. Getting him settled he set the psi-shield over his head, the sandy blond made a face. "It is for your own good Robert. I fear your memory might have been wiped. You do not remember that you-"

"Henri, don'. 'S'okay, he don' 'member, no need t' drive him crazy. Eit'er he will or he won'. Don' need t' make him worry. Be bien. Gonna go t' m' room now." he whispered, trying and failing to sound just fine with everything, and not hurt so bad he thought he'd die.

As he left Medlab Bobby asked what the hell the Cajun meant. "Hank?"

"He loves you Robert. Deeply. You were...together, then last night you and Warren fought. Our Winged comrade struck you several times and you passed out earlier this morning. I am still trying to determine why." Bobby looked stricken, unable to remember anything that Hank just told him.

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Warren sat in Xavier's office with several very pissed X-Men. Logan was pacing back and forth in front of the door, while Storm stood behind Xavier, blocking the window. Getting out of this..not an option.

Scott stood to the Professor's left while Jean was on his right.

Every single person in that room-with the exception of Xavier-was either glaring at him or scowling.

"Warren, do you know where Robert is at the moment?" Xavier asked with a scary calm. Warren shook his blond head cautiously, seeing Scott's visor glinting dangerously reminding him of the power just behind the ruby quartz. The winged one shifted nervously.

"He's currently unconcious in Medlab. Gambit and Hank haven't left his side in I don't know how long. Gambit refuses to take his eyes off of him and Hank's working himself sick trying to figure out what caused-"

"I didn't do it!" Warren cut Scott off, getting a growl from behind him. He didn't have to look, he could feel Logan glaring at him.

"Nah, but ya beat him bloody." Logan threw in, pretty much growling.

"No' unconscious any mo'. He's awake." Remy whispered, everyone jumping trying to figure out when and how the Cajun got in there. Logan looked at him questioningly. He doubted anyone else noticed, but he could detect a note of buried depression and hurt.

"How is he doing?" Jean asked, not able to contact Hank. His mind wasn't in receiving mode at the moment.

"Don' 'member much. T'inks it be June. Early June...'Fore de twenty-fourth." Remy informed, his poker face sliding in a little too late. It was clear he was hurting, he hadn't cracked a joke or made any sort of comment. As he moved to open the door, Remy turned around and walked over to where Warren now stood.

He got very close to the blond play-boy, invading his personal space completely.

"T'ank y' God I ain' feelin' up t' hittin' y'." He whispered, Logan just barely making out the words. But to Warren it sounded as if the Cajun were screaming at him. Continuing Remy's thick accent all but disappeared, unnerving the man before him. "You hurt him again, so much as raise your voice to him, Worthington, and so help me God I'll throw your ungrateful ass into a pot of boiling water til all of your precious feathers fall out." He took a step away but stopped, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear him.

"Jus' 'cuz y' can' deal wit' y' bi-curiosity, don' give y' de right t' take y' issues out on Rober'. I catch y' even sayin' one t'in' bad 'bout him 'gain, y' won' get de chance t' figure out which way y' swing."

And with that final word he stormed out of Xavier's office before he put his fist through a wall or Warren's face, the latter of the two being more preferable.

Everyone stood there, jaws nearly on the ground. Warren was..curious? That's almost as unbelievable as Warren raising a hand to-...

Oh my...wait, how did Remy know? Oh they were confused.

As everyone stood, minds whirling, Warren took the opportunity to push past Logan and as he exited the mansion took off into the sky.