Author's Note: Wow, I can't believe it's been so long since I updated this! Sorry! Anyways, I hope this longer chapter makes up for it. Please enjoy!

French Translations

C'est la vie—That's life

Merde—Shit

Sil' vous plait—Please

Mon Dieu—My God

Détendez—Relax

Je ne détendrai pas jusqu'à ce que vous me disiez ce qui continue ici!—I will not relax until you tell me what happened here !

Qui—Who

mon défaut—my fault

Wednesday 10:00 pm

Remy stifled a yawn as he landed the plane in the hangar. Sure enough, he hadn't been able to find Logan and Remy knew that he didn't want to be found. When a person didn't want to be found, they practically vanished. Remy would know since he had used the trick himself on numerous occasions. Still, he had wished Logan had picked another place to stay instead of the freezing cold Canadian Rockies. Remy was pretty sure that the man had a lot of thinking to do, but even Remy wished he was here now. With Rogue's power going haywire, Remy knew Logan would want to help. If only they could reach him!

"C'est la vie," Remy muttered as he stepped off the jet.

The sight that greeted him was beyond words. He kept blinking trying to make the picture in front of him disappear, but to his horror it did not.

"Merde," He muttered. "Merde!"

The hangar was a disaster area. Boxes had been tosses everywhere with some charred which indicated that there had been some sort of a fire. The back wall of the hangar had been completely destroyed with scorch marks marking the area that had been blown out. As Remy surveyed the area, the damage got worse and worse. He noticed that the other planes had been completely taken apart and the parts had been strewn across the floor.

Panic set in as he realized that the area was strangely quiet. Quiet usually meant that people were taken or they were dead and Remy hoped that it was the former. As he rushed from the hangar into the mansion he could see that the damage was just as bad. Broken mirrors were barely hanging onto the wall and their glass covered the floor like snow. Doors were broken in half and some had been thrown off their hinges. Remnants of fires could be seen as Remy progressed through the halls and he prayed that everyone was alright.

"Remy?" A quiet voice inquired. The thief spun around to see an injured Kitty. She smiled weakly at him, but Remy could see that it was forced. Her face had some dried blood on it and her head was bruised. She was favoring her left arm and Remy was pretty sure that it had been fractured in the mess that had taken place here. "You're back." She sounded so relieved that Remy felt a twinge of guilt in him. Why did he leave when they needed him the most?

"Kitty, wat 'appened?" He met her gaze and she frowned and bit her lower lip nervously.

"Everyone's ok," She told him, but Remy could tell that she was hiding something from him. "No one was hurt that severely. It's ok now."

"Sil' vous plait, Kitty." The Prince of the Thieves Guild pleaded. She sighed and motioned for him to follow her. Remy could see that the damage in the rest of the manor was bad as well. As they stepped into the infirmary, Remy knew the attack had been bad. All the beds were full of students and Hank was rushing around trying to make sure that they were all alright. "Mon Dieu . . ."

"Hank," Kitty called though her voice was becoming quieter. "Gambit's back."

The resident doctor came up to him, regret and sadness in his eyes. Remy knew something was very wrong at that moment. Hank never pitied people unless the worst case scenario was a reality. And Remy's worst case scenario was—

"Is Rogue ok?" Remy questioned frantically. "Wat 'appened? Were we attacked?"

"Remy, please relax." Hank said.

"Détendez?" Remy asked incredulously. "Je ne détendrai pas jusqu'à ce que vous me disiez ce qui continue ici!"

Hank sighed and then turned to Kitty.

"Can you wait a few minutes?" He asked the ailing mutant.

"Of course," She replied immediately, smiling sadly. "He needs to know."

"Come this way then, Remy," Hank told him walking into a separate room that Remy recognized as the quarantine room. It was only used when an infectious disease got out or when someone was an immediate danger to the people living here. "I'm sorry that I have to show you this." He pointed to the glass room which was secured shut with an electric keypad and Remy's heart stopped.

Inside the room was Rogue.

"Wat . . .?" Remy couldn't even finish his sentence because he was too much in shock. How did his Rogue—his angel—end up being quarantined? She had been asleep during the whole attack hadn't she? So, why was she being locked away now?

"She—or more correctly, I should say they—woke up after you left."

"Qui?"

"Some of the more malevolent personalities locked away in Rogue's mind," Remy could feel his breath becoming shallower and shallower and he practically fell into a nearby chair. "They used Rogue and the powers she had absorbed in order to escape and in the process they injured nearly everyone in the mansion and absorbed them too." Remy shook his head as he tried to deny the information that he was being told, but he couldn't ignore it. Hank sighed and glanced at his infirmary. He needed to get back to treating everyone, but he knew that he couldn't leave Gambit liked this. Hank placed a reassuring hand on the thief's shoulders.

"Dis . . . dis is all mon défaut."

"No," Hank told me softly. "It's not."

"If I 'adn't left—"

"This still would've happened," Hank informed him. "Look, Remy, blaming yourself for this isn't going to do you or Rogue any good. The Professor has placed stronger mental blocks in Rogue's mind and tomorrow he's going to see if he can eliminate the psyches all together." Remy brightened and Hank couldn't help but smile a little bit. "So, please, go talk to the Professor about Logan. Did you find him?"

"Non, he was long gone by de time Remy got dere." Hank's expression darkened. "Anyt'ing wrong?"

"Oh no," Hank replied quickly. "Now, you better go talk to the Professor." Gambit nodded and then took one last look at Rogue. Smiling a little, he then turned around and left.

"Well Rogue," Hank muttered to the sleeping girl in the glass room. "Maybe things will start to get better now."

Little did he know how much worse they would become.

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