Hey guys, here's another chapter! I know, it's really short, but it's opening the door to a ton of possibilities…plus, with finals coming up, I squeezed this one out before my brain exploded. Lol. As always, leave reviews to tell me what you think of the story, improvements to be made, plot ideas, etc. Also, thanks to all the new subscribers that added me and my story since my last update, it put a big smile on my face!

Special Thanks to PerfectlyImperfect for planting this pleasant little plot bunny in my brain! You rock!

Bobby sprung up out of his seat and ran to the kitchen door, barely catching sight of Cora rounding the corner towards the garage. Sprinting for the stairs, he nearly faceplanted as he took them three at a time. Thank God his room is close, he thought as he flung himself onto the landing. Sprinting down the hallway, he slid to a stop as he banged on the bedroom door. Remy answered, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Wha' is it?"

"She's running." Bobby gasped, trying to catch his breath. This caught Remy's attention, his face no longer tired.

"Where?" he asked as he pushed past Bobby.

"Garage." Before he could say another word, Remy was dashing towards the stairs, leaping from landing to landing until he hit the ground floor. He heard the garage door open as he rounded the corner and burst into the garage. Cora was grabbing her helmet, oblivious to Remy's presence. Quickly, he pounced for her, staying in her blind spot until he grabbed her hand with the keys. Letting out a startled yelp, she turned with a fist clenched and ready to retaliate.

"Let go of me." She growled, thrashing around in attempt to get out of his grip. Remy pulled her arm behind her back swiftly, pressing her against the hood of a nearby car. Just as he was about to speak, he caught sight of something.

"What is this?" he asked, brushing his finger over a tattoo peeking over the waistband of her jeans.

"It's nothin', now le'me go!" she said angrily, struggling to turn around.

"Petit, calm down. I won't let you go until I see de ink." She could hear the grin in his words, knowing he was telling the truth. With a loud sigh, she made her body relax. He let his grip ease up, releasing one of her arms. Irritated, she tugged her jeans down several inches revealing the tattoo she had managed to keep secret until then. Turning his head, Remy leaned in closer to get a better look.

"Cherie…" he murmured. It was a perfect queen of hearts. The only difference was the usual somber smile was replaced with a smug, mischievous grin. Hearts littered the skin around her and in tiny letters beneath her were the words "The Lucky Lady". Remy couldn't hide his confusion. Dumbfounded, he released her other arm and stared.

"When did you get it?" he asked quietly as he stepped in front of her to keep her from leaving.

"After I left." She said simply, not looking him in the eye as she tried to get past him. Sighing, she gave up and stood there, staring at the concrete floor.

"Why?" It didn't make sense. She had been ultra-ticked when she left; her throwing him off the third floor balcony should have been enough evidence. Yet here she was with a tattoo of the nickname he had given her after their escape from Three Mile. She shook her head silently, either saying she didn't know or refusing to tell her reasons.

"I need to go." Cora said after a few moments of silence.

"I can't let you do that." He said, tensing up slightly. He felt the air thicken slightly, knowing what she was doing. "Cora…you need to stay here."

"No Remy, I need…!" Both of them tensed up as they heard somebody coming down the stairs quickly. A soft "I'm sorry" was barely audible before Remy collapsed to the floor, a victim to Cora's powers.

"Come on Cajun, wake up!" Logan's gruff voice brought Remy back to reality. This must be what the poor shmucks feel like after Cora goes all out on them. Sitting up, he wasn't surprised to see Cora and her motorcycle were long gone. Groaning, he pounded his fist against the floor as he stood up.

"She's gone." Remy said, staring out into the night through the open garage door. "Of course she is. She's been a runner for a while. She'll be back though, just give her some time." But he didn't want to give her some time. Remy was sick and tired of letting Cora run away for no apparent reason. Quickly, he headed back into the mansion, already planning what he would pack. He was going after the Seductress.

So, it's becoming more and more obvious that Cora is in the closet about her affections for Remy. Silly, silly girl. :) Don't worry, a certain attractive Cajun will remind her why she loves him soon enough. Drop a line if you have an idea for an adventure during the wild goose chase that is sure to ensue!