"So we're going after her anyway," Emma huffed, "That Julien guy works for Apocalypse, he's twisted her brain around in so many ways and we're still going to go after her?"

Professor nodded, "Yes, that's the plan. She needs out help, I can't let a mutant with so much potential be used for evil."

Gambit looked out the window of the X-Jet. She was still in there somewhere, he could feel it. They had a connection, as lame as that sounded. She knew him and he knew her. She'd run into his arms the moment they saved her. He smiled at the thought of having her in his arms again. To feel her arms wrapped around him, her walls wrapped around his…he shook his head. Now was not the time for thoughts like that. He wanted to hold her, to see for himself that she was safe.

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She wrapped her hands around his neck, "Ya gotta learn not t' trust people."

She heard his neck snap before he could respond. He would never touch her again, never. She let Julien's body fall to the ground, kicking it away from her. She looked up at the large mutant before her. He smiled in pleasure at her betrayal. She was ready to fight in his battle, to be his right hand man. Such a powerful, strong willed girl. She smiled at him before leaving the room. She needed to find Angel. The murder of Julien had left her all hot and bothered.

3

They quickly invaded the house. Wolverine ran back up from the basement, stating that Julien was dead. They moved through the rooms, getting attacked by mutants. Gambit told them that he was going to look for Rogue. He followed the noises coming from down the hall. If they were hurting her, he was going to personally kill them. He snuck down the hall quietly, the noises getting louder and louder. He paused in front of the last door on the left, gripping the handle lightly.

3

She gripped his hair as he slammed her against the wall, pounding into her. She smiled, Angel was on the top of his game today. She listened as he grunted and groaned against her neck, biting it and pulling her hair. She clawed at his back and pulled at his hair as he moved from the wall, crashing down on the bed. She didn't hear the fight going on in the house as he moved in and out of her faster and faster. He kissed her neck and jaw line. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She heard the door knob click, watching as the door opened. Her eyes widened when she saw who was standing in the door way.

"Remy," she whispered.

Angel stopped, looking over at Gambit then back to Rogue. He quickly grabbed his things and left. Gambit didn't bother trying to stop him. She examined his hurt expression. She pulled the covers around herself as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He stayed by the door, staring at her. She took a deep breath, not knowing what to do or say.

"We came here t' save y'," he whispered, "But ah see dat wasn't needed. Y' one of dem now."

"Remy…," she quickly pulled on her uniform, watching his eyes glow.

He pulled out a few cards, charging them, "We kill mutants lahke y'."

She ducked as he threw the cards, "So this is how it's gonna be," she glared at him.

He took a fighting stance, "Ah'm afraid so."

She smirked, gripping his coat, "Fahne, but ah lahke t' fahgt in the gym."

He felt himself being pulled then thrown into a padded wall. She took a fighting stance in the middle of the floor. He stepped away from the wall, running at her. She easily dodged his attacks. They danced around for a while. He watched her carefully while throwing punches. He gripped her by the waist, slamming her into the wall. She ripped off his trench coat, using it to wrap around his neck. He quickly threw her off of him, gripping her by the wrist then taking her legs out from under her. He noted the look of lust in her eyes. What had they done to her?

She took this moment of distraction to take his legs out, causing him to fall. She climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. She gripped his hands above his head with one hand, using the other to pull the zipper down on his uniform. Her lips came crashing down on his. He used this moment to pull his arms away. His began to stand up, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He slammed her back against the wall, beginning to remove her uniform. Her dropped her legs, gripping his neck. She pushed them both away from the wall then turned and slammed his back into it.

He let out a groan as she pushed his uniform off his shoulder. He did the same. He kissed her fiercely, shoving his tongue into her mouth. He pushed her on the ground, pulling the rest of her uniform off before pulling off the rest of his, followed by his boxers. She let out a loud moan as he penetrated her. She used her legs to pull him into her more. He moved faster, feeling her become wet. She gripped his shoulders. She hadn't felt this pleasure in weeks. He felt so good.

"Remy," she breathed, "Oh, uh, Remy."

He buried his face in her hair, "Y' da enemy still. But, oh chere y' feel so good."

"No," she moaned, "No ah killed Julien. He, uh, can't hurt us anymore. Oh mah gawd! Remy, ah wanna come back wit' ya. Ah wanna do, oh, do this. Deeper, there, Remy!"

He felt her tighten around him, "Rogue, ah…ah'm gonna…"

"Remy," she felt him release, causing her to reach her limit.

They both breathed heavily, "Really," Shadow Cat said from the training room door, "You couldn't, like, wait until we got home?"

Gambit smirked at the younger girl. He helped Rogue up. They both collected their uniforms, pulling them on quickly. Shadow Cat told them inside had been taken care of and that most of the mutants had run away. Rogue scuffed, so much for training if they would all just run instead of fight anyway. Gambit held out his hand for Rogue to take. She took it as the began to leave. She looked back and nodded to the large mutant standing in the corner.

"So, whah were y' havin' sex wit' dat guy," Gambit asked as they loaded the X-Jet.

"Oh," Rogue nodded at Beast, thanking him for checking her injuries, "It was eitha sleep with Warren or be raped by Julien. Ah chose Warren."

Gambit nodded, "So it didn't mean anyt'in'?"

She shook her head, "The only man if means somethin' wit' is ya Remy."

She snuggled into him. He smiled, holding her close. She just needed a little more training before she left again. This time to stop the mutant that thought she would betray Gambit. Apocalypse had no idea what would be coming. He had been the reason she had been violated so many times before, the reason her life had been torn to pieces. She would make sure that bastard rotted in hell. But she would need more time to train and become stronger. Control was not a problem. She had learned to control all the powers they had juiced her up with. What she needed was time and a plan. Apocalypse had an army of mutants.

They landed a few hours later. Gambit lead her back to her room. She thanked him then closed the door. Her things had been brought up by Wolverine, who complimented her on her clean kill. She smiled at him, thanking him for the compliment. She'd wished the kill wasn't so fast and clean. She'd wanted Julien to suffer for what he'd done to her. But she didn't want Gambit to think she was a monster. He'd seen what she'd done to Mystique, the way she'd maimed the woman known as her mother. But she'd needed to. She had to kill that woman, the same way she'd needed to kill Julien and Marius.

She closed her eyes. Revenge, her whole life had become about two things, Gambit and revenge. She watched as he entered her room, holding a plate full of food and a glass of soda. He set them on her nightstand then sat next to her on the bed. Her expression was sad. He gripped her hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"If y' wanna talk 'bout it, ah'll listen," he assured her, "or we can jus' lay down an' hold each otha. Maybe get some sleep, it's pretty late. Whah don't y' eat while ah get a bath ready?"

She touched the side of his face, "Ah would love that," she watched him stand and go towards the bathroom, "Remy, ah will talk 'bout thin's when ah'm ready. Ah promise."

He nodded, "Ah wasn't plannin' on pushin' da subject."

"Hey Remy," he looked at her once more, "Ah'm sorry, for jus' leavin' lahke that."

. "It's alrahgt," he sympathized, "Y' had t' do what needed t' be done. Now jus' each an' we can relax t'night."

She watched him close the door to the bathroom, "If only ah could tell ya what ah need t' do. Ya would hate meh almost as much as ah hate mahself for bein' so weak all those years."

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"See," he let her lean against him, "Dis is what y' needed. A nice, hot bath."

She smiled, "Ah think ah need some sleep."

He pulled the drain on the tub, lifting her out then drying them both off. He pulled on a pair of boxers he'd brought into the room. He then pulled out one of her tank tops and a pair of shorts. She pulled them on then crawled into bed. He waiting for her to pull the covers away, saying that he could lay with her. She patted the bed after doing so. He crawled in next to her, pulling the blankets around them after. She snuggled into him, she cheek pressing against his bare chest. He listened to her steady breathing as they both drifted off to sleep.

"Please," he whispered, "Please let her be here when ah wake up."