Hey everyone! I am back with another chapter. I beginning to think I am enjoying this story and loving how it is unfolding. Honestly I'm on the journey with you guys. Well enough of that. Chapter Seven let's go!

Disclaimers: I do not own any of the Marvel Characters.

Chapter 7: The Getaway

The large waves lap against the sandy shores. Sea salt hung in the air intertwined with the warm breeze flowing around the beach. A few storm clouds drifted in the sky but the joy of the people was yet unaffected. The tourists and locals blended together making it nearly impossible to discern who was who. Children ran along the golden sand playing happily. They built sand-castles and chased each other without the simplest care in all the world. Yet intense dark brown eyes gaze upon the couple laying in front of him.

Remy and Ororo laid lazily on the large blanket on sandy beach of The Bahamas, watching the scene taking place before them. Observers of the human interaction in their own little paradise. The umbrella overhead shading them from the burning sun. Ororo's head laid against his chest her arm draped across his waist. She was tucked careful beside him. Remy had one arm propped against his neck his other arm around Ororo.

"Hmmm. This is so nice." Ororo broke their calm silence. Remy chuckled.

"Oui. Remy could stay liike dis fo'eva. Les run away chere."

"If only." She moaned again pressing her lips to his bare chest. "Too bad we have to go back tomorrow."

"We don' have tah go back."

"Remy." She whined. "Please don't tempt me you charming devil."

"Ya liike wen Remy lead ya astray." She chuckled swatting at him. He kissed her temple. Her face fell as memories entered her mind.

"I would but after what happened with my powers . . . I couldn't risk it." Her lips pursed worry filling her heart at the thought. Remy sensed her distress and sent calming waves to her.

"I kno' mon coeur." They laid in comfortable silence. His fingers trailed lazily against her bareback. Chills trailed up and down her spine. Remy chuckled.

"What?" She asked raising up to meet his hazel eyes.

"Nuthin' chere . . . Remy jus' rememberin' how hard ya punched de Lady Mastermind." He laughed out right. "If Essex wus not dere tah catch 'er she mighta wen'a flyin' straight' thro' da glass door."

"Remy you shouldn't laugh at that," She smiled. "I was really angry."

"I kno' mon chere but dat shit wus funn' as hell."

"How dare she attempt to look down her nose at me. She attacked me and I have every right to reject her apology." Remy laughed harder. "She says, 'If I caused you any harm I'm sorry.' What the hell was that? Her act led to me being hospitalized for five days. Then she called me self-righteous!" Ororo fumed. She paused then laughed, "You should have seen the look on Nathan's face when I struck her."

"I did. Dat's wat made de whole damn thang so fuckin' funn'! I do beli'e da good doctor was shocked. Hell! E'erbody was shocked!" They laughed harder. "Fo' da first time Regan got wat 'er ass deser'ed, and Essex's understood. But if it 'ad been anybody else he woulda said sumt'ing tah 'em."

"Well whatever. If Nathan had tried to protect that bitch from me I would have slapped his ass next. I was that angry. That little brat's little illusion nearly killed me."

"I kno'" Another comfortable silence fell over them. Ororo tightened her grip on Remy shifting around on his chest. They watched as an infant girl ran pass them carrying a ball nearly bigger than her. They chuckled at the baby running from her mother, who gave chase. Her pigtails flopped wildly as her little stubby legs jerked across the sand. The mother finally caught up with her sweeping her and the ball into her embrace. The mother noticed them watching and waved happily. Remy and Ororo nodded back smiles on their faces.

"She's so adorable."

"Oui." He agreed kissing her forehead. The skies darkened slightly and thunder rumbled in the distance. "Dat yo' chere?"

"No. I can't use my powers for at least a few more days. Doctor's orders."

"Well, chere . . . look liike our lil' piece o' heaven cumming tah an end."

"Not necessarily." Ororo looked up at him with a seductive grin.

"Oh? Wat ya had in mind, mon coeur?" She kissed his chest leading to his lips. "I t'ink I kno' w'ere ya headed wit dis petite."

"I figured that you would." They packed up their things quickly just as the first drops of rain fell from the sky. Ororo and Remy headed back to their rental car when she locked eyes with a man sitting at the bar. His dark brown eyes burned into her. He was tall with a bald head and an equally smooth face. She tilted her head shifting uncomfortably.

"Wat de matta?" The man stood walking away his intense eyes tearing away from her grudgingly. Remy followed her line of sight watching a tall man in a long black coat disappear into the crowd.

"That man . . . it's nothing. Let us go." Remy nodded his head guiding her along with a hand on the small of her back.

Sinister spoke into a tape recorder as made incisions across the deceased mutant on the table.

"This was a Delta level mutant . . . relatively weak yet he had promise. His power was heighten reflexes. I attempted to increase his powers; however he did not survive the procedure." Sinister glared at the corpse with disdain. "It was my hypothesis that I could further his mutation to increase his total speed. He dragged the scalpel across the cadaver's chest. "I am now making an incision down the torso. Opening up the chest cavity. The procedure has caused an adverse reaction to his organs. The said organs have burned from the inside out due to the chemical injected into his veins. This experiment was a failure." He cut the tape recorder off placing it on the steel table behind him. Sinister removed the plastic gloves tossing them into the toxic waste container. He squeezed the bridge of his nose but looked up at the sound of the door opening. Sabertooth lumbered in the and frowned.

"Wat the fuck happened to him?"

"He was a failure. Did you locate the mutants I asked for . . . or are you wasting my time?" Victor chuckled.

"Somebody's in a bad mood. Ya missin' that frail?" Sinister's eyes flashed red before he bit down on the inside of his jaw. "I'll take that as a yeah. Chill out I found your new pet projects."

"Good. What of the Morlocks?"

"They didn't detect a damn thing. The video feed is operational."

"Excellent." Sinister said walking passed Victor out of the room. The feral mutant followed Essex out of the door, grimacing at the corpse one last time.

"Poor bastard." He mumbled trailing behind Sinister. "Not that it's any of my business but what are ya goin' to do about that white haired frail?"

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"It's none of your business." Essex rolled his eyes taking a seat in his office in the Laboratory area. "Ororo should never be any of your concern unless I have given you an order concerning her are we understood."

"I like her."

"Excuse me?"

"Anybody that can knock Lady Mastermind down a peg or two is a good in my book." Sinister scowled rolling his eyes. Victor burst into laughter. "She tried to knock Regan's face off, if you hadn't been standing there, ha!"

"Yes, well. Regan made her bed and she will lie in it. Do you have anything else to report?"

"Naw, that's it."

"Good see yourself out." Sabertooth chuckled exiting the room. Sinister frowned at his back leaning back in the chair. He raked his large hand over his face. Essex looked up at the sound of someone knocking on the door. Mystique sauntered in her yellows gazing at him. He sighed rolling his eyes. "What is it Raven?"

"Well hello to you too. Somebody's in a mood." Her form shifted to Ororo's. "Are you grumpy because you're missing me?" Cerulean eyes peered at him a smirk on her full lips. Ororo wore a blue halter sun dress her long white hair hung over one shoulder leaving the other bare. His eyes trailed down Mystique's Ororo form raking over her lushes curves and sienna skin. Sinister's heart fluttered but knowing that the body in front of him was a mere imitation could not satisfy his desire, much.

"Raven? Please." She approached him sitting on his lap watching him intently. He wanted to push Mystique off of him but his desire for Ororo would not let him. She grinned seductively at him leaning over him. She ran her tongue along his ear gazing at him as she pulled back. His midnight blue eyes darkened with lust.

"Please, what? You don't want me Mr. Sinister." He smiled at how the name rolled of Mystique's tongue in Ororo's voice. Mystique rocked her hips against him smiling down at him. Sinister looked up at her his fingers tangled in her thick snowy locks bringing her neck to his mouth. He nipped at her throat. She moaned at the sensation hooking her arms around his shoulders. He pulled back bringing her eyes to him, his large hand tilting her head.

"Why are you doing this?" She giggled in Ororo's voice and it stirred a heat in his belly.

"Because . . . we both get what we want."

"Excuse me?" He frowned slightly.

"You want Ororo and I want you. Don't fight me." She said capturing his lips, which he complied kissing her back. He harden under her and she grinned. "See."

"I see." He said standing up with her knocking the stuff off of his desk. Sinister leaned her on the desk crawling on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist urging him to take her, and Sinister was all to happy to oblige her desire.

Rain poured without relent from the heavens saturating the earth. The scent of the tropical rain hung sweetly in the air as a warm blanket. The rain pattered against the roof of the bungalow Remy and Ororo were in creating a rhythm for their love making session. Ororo straddled the Cajun rocking against his hips. Eager hands reached up massaging the firm mounds pinching their peaks. The weather goddess threw back her head gasping at the welcomed sensation. The wind howled against the window pane. Remy sat up burying his face in her firm breast. He teased the nipple of one breast with his tongue lapping at it dragging his tongue lazily against it. A moan escaped her opened throat her eyes closing in reckless abandonment. Remy's hand caressed the small of her back trailing up her spine. He grabbed the base of her neck pulling her lips to he's assaulting her lips hungrily. She whimpered against his mouth. His hips thrusting upwards to meet her rocking. Her arms hooked around his shoulders to maintain her balance. They locked eyes; hazel stared into blue. Her pace quickened her eyes burning into him. She squeezed with her muscles against his member causing him to groan. Her slender fingers snaking into his brown hair keeping his gaze. Thunder rumbled outside. Neither willing to turn their eyes away from the other the heat building in both of their bodies. The headboard banged against the wall keeping up with the intensity of the rain outside. Her breaths came out in short rasps mingling with Remy's as he thrust once more inside of her filling her with his seed. Ororo screamed out calling out in her native tongue as she burst against him. She collapsed against him her head resting on his shoulder as he leaned against the headboard. Tingles traveled over their bodies as well as sweat glistening against their skin. Ororo raised off of Remy's shoulder leaning her head against his forehead.

"That was fantastic." she spoke her voice barely a whisper.

"Dat wus crazy, mon chere." He said between breaths. "Ya tryin' tah kill Remy!"

"No. I just needed you. I wanted you to know just how much I do."

"Remy understan' now. But afder da thurd time, Remy be tired!"

"What? I didn't think it was possible." She said still trying to capture her breath a smiling breaching her face.

"It be possible mon coeur. Remy can't barely move." She pulled off of him laying back on the bed pulling him to her.

"Then rest on me beautiful Cajun man. Just rest." They laid in the aroma of their coming together in comfortable silence. Ororo stared up at the twirling fan on the ceiling, she stroked his head as Remy rubbed his fingers tips along her smooth sienna thigh. The storm outside coming to an end. The winds settled and the rain slowing to a drizzle.

"I love ya Stormy."

"I love you too Gambit. Although, I can't stand that name I will let it slide."

"Do ya think we'll fo'eva feel dis way 'bout one anotha?"

"Who can say, baby? I certainly hope so."

"Wat will our lil' ones t'ink 'bout it?" She chuckled looking down at his head.

"Little ones?" She asked raising a white eye brow. Shifting underneath him to look at him better.

"Oui. Remy wan' fou' o' five."

"Four or five? Hahaha! Why so many?"

"Well, Remy always wanted tah hav' big family." She raised his face to look at her.

"Alright. What will we name our first daughter or son?" Remy smiled at her taking in her expression.

"Well fo' da boy his nam'a be Jean Luc afder my daddy." Ororo nodded her head in an affirmative. Remy shrugged. "Wat ya wanna name our first girl?"

"Um . . . how about . . . Imena?"

"Imena, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Wat dat mean?" She had a distant look in her eyes. A loopy smile hung on her lips.

"It means, Dream."

"Remy liike dat. Our baby gurl gone be our lil' dream. Remy liike dat a lot." He crawled up her body kissing her lips.

"See that's how we got started the second time." He chuckled against her mouth slipping his tongue between her teeth. Laying back down against her.

"So we got two names, chere. We got three mo' tah go." Ororo laughed out loud wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"So you're serious?" He nodded his head opening her legs so he could rest between them. His torso brushed against her moist center and she shivered.

"Sorry mon coeur."

"Careful Cajun." He chuckled once more laying against her chest. His prickly stubbled tickling her.

"Wat?"

"Your facial hair is tickling me." Her smile faded slightly. "Remy?"

"Humph?"

"Do you really want to start a family with me?"

"Oui. A man woul' be blessed tah hav' a lil' gurl dat look jus liike ya. Ya so nurturin' and kin' ya woul' make a good mama."

"You think so?"

"Oui. Ya so honest. Which is weird fo' a thief but ya make it possible. Ro yo' woul' lov' dat chile witout eva t'ink 'bout ya self. Dat's wat it is . . . ya a' very selfless person. Make a'good parent."

"Wow, Remy. I didn't know . . . that's how you felt about me."

"Oui. Ya a very good person. Make people 'round ya wanna be betta o' kill ya." They laughed into the stillness of the room. She held him tighter.

"Thank you Remy."

"Fo' wat?"

"For being you."

"Remy happy tah oblige." Sleep over took them the sound of rain the background noise as the lovers laid intertwined within one another.

After his time with Mystique in Ororo's form, Essex found himself refreshed, yet the imitation was not enough. He sighed walking down the long hallway to his room. Essex pulled the ponytail holder off of his hair letting it fall between his shoulder blades. Running his fingers through his ebony hair, he approached Ororo's door. Instantly his thoughts became consume with her filling his mind completely but he kept walking. Arriving at his door, he quickly opened it entering his apartment. The lights were already on and he immediately knew Regan was inside. His eyes swept over the apartment and the she was not in sight.

"Regan?"

"Yes." He heard her call out from her old room in the back of the apartment. He heard her shuffling around and she peeped out of the room coming out slowly. He shook his head at her poor attempt to cover her black eye. He grabbed her chin inspecting the wound and he shook his head again. Ororo had decked the young woman hard. He hated to admit it but the scene was way passed hilarious to him but he concealed it from Regan. Her attempts to hide the bruised eye was still mildly amusing.

"Does it still hurt?"

"She punched me into you hard enough to nearly knock you over . . . what in the hell do you think?" She growled. He smirked. "It's been three days since she punched me why is it still just as black as the first day?"

"I told you she nearly fractured the bone underneath."

"I can't believe she hit me?" She looked up at him in disbelief. He shrugged.

"I warned you to choose your words carefully. The unstoppable force clashed into the unmovable, and she was not moved by you."

"That bitch~" He glared at her cutting off the rest of her sentence.

"Again, I implore you to choose your words more carefully. I will not have you speaking of her that way." She sighed tiredly leaning her head against his chest. "What made you stay in your old room? Is something wrong with your apartment?"

"No, nothing's wrong with my apartment, but if you want me to go."

"Do not play martyr with me young lady, or I will send you back to your apartment. You have no one to blame but yourself."

"Why won't you just give me a serum so this can heal instantly. Poof! Gone."

"It's a part of your atonement." He walked passed her to the bar. He prepared a scotch for himself and a vodka for Regan. She gratefully accepted it taking a seat on one end of the couch, while he sat in his large leather chair crossing his legs. They sat in silence looking out over New York City.

"I think I understand what you see in her." Essex looked over at her waiting for her to explain. "She's strong willed. You can't push her around like the others . . . even if you wanted to . . . you couldn't. That intrigues you. Her will rivals your own." He chuckled taking a sip from his glass. "Am I right?"

"No . . . you are not wrong."

"You find her to be . . ."

"An equal." He sighed taking a sip from his glass. "Regan I have lived 186 years and I have never found a woman to challenge me the way that she does. To think, I have found an equal in a 21 year old. Yet, she has experienced more, shouldered more responsibilities than some of those who have lived lifetimes." He looked genuinely puzzled by the notion. "She's perfection." His eyes met Regan's and she nodded.

"You do know that deep down . . . she's inherently," Regan winced at the thought, "good. And you . . . me, well . . ." He chuckled.

"I know." He laughed out loud she joined him. "It matters not. She will come to accept me . . . in time."

"If she doesn't?"

"I will make her."

"Oh really? Have you seen my eye?" They shared another laugh both taking a sip from their glasses.

"As a matter of fact I have, which is why I will be more careful."

A smokey haze permeated the air of the loud back alley dance hall. A Caribbean beat drummed loudly pulsing in the blood of all around. Hot sweaty bodies flooded to the dance floor swaying to the mesmerizing music. Grinding and bucking against one another desiring to mesh together right then and there, but not Ororo and Remy, who were in the back of the club in a heated Poker match. Three men and Remy with Ororo sitting on his lap sat around the table. A dark skinned native dressed in all black sat to the right of Remy and Ororo, and to the left sat a pale man with red hair. Across from them sat a man with blonde hair his blue eyes glaring back at them. Ororo chuckled amused by his glare. The black native passed out the remaining cards.

"Why ya lookin' so mad, Tony?" The blonde growled snatching his cards from the table.

"Mind your business!" He said heatedly and Ororo giggled out snuggling against Remy's cheek.

"My bad, mon ami. I'ma takin tah much o' ya money? Mebbe ya shoul' play sumt'ing else, liike Go fish?" He and Ororo laughed amongst themselves.

"Keep it up!" He warned.

"Don' be so sensitive, mon ami. Remy jus havin' a lil fun, dats all." The other men picked up their cards beginning to plan their next move. "Chere, ya slippin'. Ya ain't on ya job."

"Sorry baby." Ororo said sweetly picking up his cards arranging them for him before passing them.

"Its aiight, chere." He kissed her cheek looking at his cards. Remy turned his gaze to the red head sitting next to him. "Wat ya got, Hector? Ya dun got mighty quiet ovah dere. Remy inclined tah tink ya got yaself a pair."

"Just play your cards." He said nervously glaring at him. Remy threw up his hand in defense. He turned to the native sitting to the other side.

"Timon?" The native shook his head trying to keep the smile from curling around his lips. "Ya got yaself a' ugly hand again, huh? It be fine. Remy jus suckin' up all de luck. Wen I lea'e ya be back tah takin' dey money." Timon laughed shaking his head at Remy.

"Ya talk a lot o' shit, Cajun."

"If ya had a good luck charm sittin' on ya lap dat look as good as dis one on Remy lap, ya be talkin' shit tah." The men shared a laugh. Remy shifted his hazel gaze to Tony across from him.

"How 'bout ya, Tony? Ya lookin' happier dan a Rooster dat dun found hisself in a hen house. Remy gut tellin' 'im dat ya dun got yaself a straight." Tony remained quiet. "Remy guess ya do. Ya not whinin' at Remy 'bout cheatin ya."

"If we were in Chicago you would never talk to me like that."

"Well dat be a good thang we ain't in Chicago, den." Ororo chuckled kissing Remy on his lips. "Now, chere ya can't be kissin' on Remy liike dat. Ya kno' wat ya do tah meh."

"I'm ready to go Remy. How much longer are we going to play?"

"Well, mon coeur I put it tah ya liike dis . . . if Remy win dis hand den we go. Soun' fair, oui?"

"You promise?" she said barely loud enough for the others to hear her as she nibbled on his neck.

"Oui. Oh but cut dat out . . . ya gone make Remy take ya right here."

"Hmm then maybe I should continue." They began kissing passionately with all eyes on them.

"Are we gonna play cards or what?"

"My sincere apologies, Tony. Me and de chere can get a lil' carried away. Look at 'er . . . ya be all ovah dis one tah, kno'?"

"I raise." Tony said tossing in more chips.

"My word, Tony. Dat straight mus be burnin' in ya hand." Tony growled.

"Well this too rich for my blood, mon." Timon said tossing his cards into the pile.

"Ya be a smart man, Timon. Tony, here 'bout tah break de bank." Remy turned to Hector. "Ya might wanna get outta dodge tah, Mr. Hector. Dem pair ya got ain' gone hold up, mon ami."

"Fuck you!" He shrilled glaring at Remy. Timon, Ororo, and Remy burst into a fit of laughter. Tony even looked at the redhead strangely.

"Go'damn! Ya ain' gotta be so mean tah Remy." He said between chuckles, "He jus lookin' out fo' ya bes' interest, but far it be it fo' me tah keep ya from givin' me ya money. 'Less Tony take it first."

"I don't need you to tell me how to play!" Hector gnashed his teeth. Ororo shook her head turning to rest her head on Remy's shoulder. He planted a kiss on her temple turning to Tony.

"Aiight den, Remy offer ya his sincere apologies, mon ami." He looked over at Tony. "Remy call ya raise."

"I call." Hector said settling back into his seat.

"I raise." Tony said before Hector could finish calling. Remy grinned boldly.

"Remy all in den." Hector threw his cards into the pile raking a hand through his red hair. Tony's eyes narrowed.

"Bullshit! There's no way!"

"Wat ya mean by dat?" Tony began reaching into his jacket glaring angrily at the pair across from him.

"You fuckin' cheat! I'll blow your head off!" Before he could finish his statement Ororo jumped across the table with a dagger to his throat. The gold hilt was firmly in her hand the Rubies catching the light. Hector squealed out in fear ducking under the table. Timon sat back cool in his seat peeping the scene. Remy respected the man even more.

"You might want to rethink your words." She said through gritted teeth looking down at the hand in his jacket. "And your actions." He slowly removed his hand raising it to the side. The room was filled with tension and energy. Tony's arms were held in the air fear in his eyes.

"Mon coeur don' liike wen folks be threatenin' meh. She real protective liike."

"Yeah, and I'm hungry."

"Ooo, wee. Ya kno' betta dan tah cum' between a woman and a nice meal."

"Aiight everybody let's just calm down. We all friends here." Timon said trying to diffuse the situation.

"Cum' on Chere, ole Tony here didn' mean nut'ing by it . . . did ya mon ami?" He shook his head no as he looked up at her. Cerulean eyes burned into pale blue ones. "Cum' now sit by Remy, chere. Les finish dis game we'll be outta yall hair, kno'?" Tony shook his head again as Remy pulled Ororo back on to his lap. The scared man watched Ororo for a few moments. "So is ya in o' not?"

"Oh I'm in. And I'm going to win." He said darting his eyes at Ororo who glared at him through slits.

"Show ya cards."

"No, you show yours."

"Ladies, first." Tony growled about to say something when he caught Ororo's glare. He bowed his head and laid his straight along the table preparing to sweep up his winnings.

"Non, not so fast, mon ami." Remy placed Ororo on the ground standing up. "Dat be a mighty nice hand ya got dere but it jus ain' good 'noff." He laid his cards down one at a time and all the eyes in the room bucked. "Ain' good 'noff tah beat a straight flush. Thanks fo' playin'." He said sweeping he and Ororo's winnings into her purse. "Ya kno' Remy had a lot o' fun. Thank ya very much. We oughta do dis again sum' time. Au revoir, mon amis." Remy said with a tip of his head. He guided Ororo at the small of her back as they left the room leaving the men perplexed.

Nathaniel sat in the control room in the war room. Essex's midnight blue eyes watched the screen in complete fascination. His board members made a DVD of Ororo and he doing the Tango. A lazy grin hung on his lips as he watched them together. Perfection. We go so good together. He looked at the expression on her face, free and reckless. My God she's beautiful. He smiled at the footage as she noticed his arousal during their dance. He chuckled. I can't believe I lost control like that. Alas, she didn't turn away. I'm weakening her defenses slowly but surely. He looked up at the knock on the door. Cutting off the screen as he turned to the door.

"Come in." He called out. Victor strolled in his long black coat nearly touching the floor. He shrugged.

"Ya called me?"

"Yes, I need you to locate new test subjects."

"Anybody in particular ya after?"

"No. Just any random mutants or humans, I don't care at this point. I have a new serum that I need to test. Correction, I only want mutants. If at all possible I would like mutants that have powers worthy of augmenting. This serum I'm working on should stimulate the natural mutation and put it into overdrive." Victor perked his head at that thought.

"Do you think it'll work?"

"Should." He said leaning back in the chair. "I have to work out the kinks. Why? You have never shown interest in my research before."

"Its personal."

"Whatever. Would you like to try it?"

"After you get it working. Yeah, I'll give it a try." Essex leaned forward in the chair.

"Interesting."

"Huh?"

"The potential that could come of your mutation. You, for all intents and purposes are an immortal. What would happen if your mutation was augmented." Victor did not like the twinkle in his eyes.

"Um . . . don't you get any ideas until you sure that shit works, asshole."

"Of course. I wouldn't dare, you are too valuable to my organization but as soon as I'm sure it works . . . we'll test it out. Agreed?"

"Ya know yer one scary son of bitch when it comes to experimenting."

"I know."

"I got a question fer ya."

"I am sure I have an answer." Victor rolled his eyes Fuckin' Prick he thought. Essex chuckled.

"Would ya use it on that white haired frail?" Essex's smile fell as he glared at Victor.

"I thought I made it clear she was not to be a part of our conversations." His eyes were in slits. Victor snorted.

"I thought ya had an answer?" Essex paused grinning at feral mutant. Not a complete moron are you Creed. He thought to himself.

"No."

"Huh?"

"I would not use the serum on her."

"Why not?"

"Just think about it. Ororo's powers are barely in her control now. Why would I throw gasoline on the fire, Mr. Creed?" Victor snorted again.

"Good. She don't need it." Essex tilted his head at the mutant a small grin lingering on his lips. He leaned back in the chair crossing his leg. Victor shifted uncomfortably under the Doctor's gaze. "What else ya got?" He said impatiently.

"That's all, Mr. Creed. Thank you."

"Whatever." He grumbled lumbering out of the room. Note to self; keep an eye on Victor. Sinister thought watching the door he exited out of a moment ago.

Remy and Ororo walked hand in hand along the shores of the beach. The full moon hung overhead the waves crashed against each other. The sound created a beautiful ambiance for the lovers.

"It's so beautiful out here. Three days is almost not enough." Ororo said smiling up at the moon. Remy stared at her profile.

"Chere, I reall' don' wanna go back."

"Remy," she sighed, "we've been through this. We have to go back or at least I do." She stared ahead. He rolled his eyes a growl rolled out of his chest.

"Why ya trust 'im? Why can't ya see wat I'm tellin' ya 'bout, Essex?"

"Remy please."

"I'm serious. Ya can't see it."

"Because he has never shown me what you're trying to tell me." She stopped their stroll turning him to face her. "Alright Remy I'm going to show you from my side of the argument. I'll give you five reasons I don't agree with you. Can you do that for me? Listen to my side?" She swallowed looking up at him. He nodded his head not really happy about but he owed her that.

"Yeah, I'll listen."

"Thank you. Alright reason number 1: He has saved my life three times since I met him a whole month and a half ago. Hell I was beginning to think that I should just move into the medical facility." She and Remy shared a laugh.

"De thought had crossed my min', chere."

"Reason number 2: He has given me a job. I have a steady income, sure some of the things we do is ill-legit but the other things we do really help our kind. Mutants. We're actually helping Mutants. We're making a difference, Remy."

"We can't do de sam' thang tahgether?"

"I suppose we could." she looking away shrugging her shoulder. "But, Nathan has already organized things. It's a well oiled machine. Do you think we could become that organized?"

"In de futua I belie'e we could." Ororo smiled at him rubbing her fingers along his jaw line. He closed his eyes to the sensation. "Wat else ya got?"

"Right. Reason number 3: He gave me a home." She smiled broadly. "Remy I have not had a home to call my own since I was a little girl before my parents were killed. I have never had an apartment of my own, let alone one as huge as the one I have."

"Wat 'bout New Orleans?"

"That was your apartment. I lived with you. I either lived on the streets or in and out of motels. Furthermore, Nathaniel was the first person besides you to welcome me. I have a family with some of the Marauders, who actually aren't trying to kill me." Remy nodded. "Number 4: He is not afraid of me. He knows that I am fully capable of potentially destroying the earth," she said with a shrug, "and yet he is not deterred from being around me. Even Phillippa and John have frighten expressions on their faces after I tell them some of my stories or witnessing my in action." She sighed. "Not that I blame them in the least but it still hurts. I can tell Nathan anything and he does not shudder. Just like you. You aren't afraid of me. Do you know how good that feels?" Her arms flailed out. "He is a really good friend, a best friend really, and that's all he has ever tried to be, in fact for a little while I thought he was gay."

"Wat? Essex gay?" Remy laughed out loudly. She grinned at him.

"No straight guy has that good of taste in clothes." She said offhanded causing to Remy chuckle more at her. "But he quickly forced me to dismiss that idea after witnessing him around a few female colleagues. He even told me that if you were not in the picture he would pursue me but he respects you too much to come between us. He accepts me for what I am and what I have the potential to be, Remy. Yet the most important reason I disagree with you."

"Wat is dat, chere?"

"The most important reason is this, number 5: He has kept his word to help me with my powers. In fact he was so adamant about helping me he risked his life and mind to come after me when I lost my damn grip on reality." He gaze dropped to the sand beneath their feet. "Whatever Regan did to me I was out of it, I wasn't me. Over half of the stuff that happened I can't even begin to tell you what happened. Nathan could have left me in there until I killed myself in over exertion but he didn't. Remy, he risked his own mind to come after me by entering my mine and leading me out of the illusion. He knew there was a possibility that he could become trapped there with me, but he came anyway because he made me a promise. Now . . . after doing all of that the only thing he has asked for in return is for me to trust him. How damn hard can it be when he has kept his word in any and everything he has sworn to me? Not very hard, huh?"

"Well, chere I never thought about it liike dat."

"I know. What I need from you is your trust. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?" He shook his head no. "Then why are you making it so damn hard for me to get help?"

"It ain' dat I don' trust ya, chere, but I know who Essex really is."

"Alright, if you can give me one good reason to leave . . . after everything I just shared with you. We will leave Red Ram for good and never return, and for the love of the Goddess do not say because I asked you to. At this point Remy, that's not going to be good enough. Although will do anything for you please don't make me choose between you and the safety of the world." She looked off for a moment. "That sounds so dramatic but it's so true."

"I wouldn' do dat tah ya, chere. I kno' ya scared 'bout ya powers and afder witnessin' wat I did a few days ago. Remy can understand. I will trust my, Stormy." She threw her arms around his shoulders.

"Thank you, my love. I need you Remy Lebeau."

"I need ya tah, Ororo Munroe." They stood there embracing one another under the pale moonlight. When a terror filled scream rang out into the night. Ororo and Remy were torn away from one another eyes darting around for the source.

"Remy!" Ororo pointed down a ways from them on the beach. They took off after the scream when shots rang out. A group of men ran away leaving a bleeding man underneath the wharf. The man laid with eyes filled with fear his chest heaving painfully. She locked eyes with the man from the beach earlier and gasped.

"Dat's de man from dis mornin'!" Ororo felt an electrical charge tingle in her belly. "Remy he's a mutant."

"How ya kno' dat!"

"I just do!" Remy pulled out his cell phone to call 911 taking a few steps away to give the information. Ororo held the man in her arms tears touching her eyes. "Hang on sir, help is on the way!" The man reached touching her face.

"It's too late for me, Windrider." Ororo's brows furrowed.

"How, do yo~"

"I can see the future. I came here to warn you, Ororo." She frowned. "I saw that this would happen and I saw that you and the Cajun's future, and it is dark." Remy reappeared.

"Help is on de way, mon ami. Jus hang in dere aiight?"

"It's too late for me . . . just listen. Cajun you have to protect her at all cost, do you understand."

"Wat de hell is ya talkin' 'bout?"

"Remy! He can see the future." Ororo shouted in fear. The man coughed up blood. She leaned him over to help it run from him. The man looked up at her touching her face once more.

"Windrider is very important to the future . . . a Professor, the Wolverine and a ninja . . . a few years from now a decade . . . Ororo, she~ she will . . . a child . . . she . . . a dark man will try and~" his voice trailed off a rattle escaped his chest and his head slumped to the side. Ororo whimpered tugging on his lapels.

"Sir! Sir!" Remy pulled her into his arms.

"Chere, he dead."

"He was going to tell us something . . . something important."

"Chere, he can't tell us now. Cum' on! We gotta get outta here." He dragged her by her arm leading her from the beach. She looked at his dead body as he dragged her away into the night.

Alrighty then, that's chapter seven! I hope you guys enjoyed that I certainly did. Please remember to review. Adios peeps!

~Auktober