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Fandom: X-men Evolution

Title: Nothing Up My Sleeves

Status: I'm thinking about it, but my current story comes first

Summary: Gambit, being Gambit, has plenty up his sleeves, and a far different agenda than both the X-men and Magneto believe. In his mind, and that of his team, they are already damned. So why should they take anyone else with them?

Though this takes place in X-men Evolution, Remy's relationships and background are more based on the information given in the X-men comics. Though there are a few AU twists. Like the fact that Sinister never got a hold of him, so my Gambit has access to all his powers.

Preview

The seventeen-year old professional thief looked around in horror. Everywhere he looked was ash. There was no sign of the large building that had been there a few moments before, or the people that had been inside it. "Mon Dieu," Remy whispered. "What have I done?"

One hand went up to cover his mouth as Gambit struggled not to throw up. With nothing but the pure strength of his will, he forced his stomach to settle. His powers had been acting up for a while now, but he had chosen to ignore it. Something he now, and would always, regret. He hadn't needed anyone's help before, Remy had thought to himself. So why should this time be different?

What Remy could not stop were the tears that leaked from his red on black eyes, sliding down his cheeks, eyes that had prompted more than one person to call him a demon. At that moment, the teenager almost believed they had been right. If he hadn't been bound for hell before, he surely was now.

Gambit wanted desperately to go to his pere. To throw himself into the older man's arms and sob the way he hadn't since he was eight years old. To let the other tell him it would be all right, even when he knew it wouldn't be. Unfortunately, that was not possible. He had been banished, cast out, never to enter New Orleans again on pain of death.

The thief knew why they had done it. Anything to keep the fragile peace between the guilds, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Though perhaps he should be grateful to Julian. A vision of the guild headquarters blowing up in a blaze of fuchsia light flashed through his mind. Convulsively the teen shuddered.

Ultimately, it was the sound of police sirens that forced Remy to his feet, long held instincts governing his response. He took one last look at the devastation, and whispered a prayer for the victims' souls before vanishing into the night. He had to get away. Far away from the city and its people. Somewhere there was no one to hurt, and most of all, away from Essex.

Maybe the doctor could help, but the fact of the matter was, Gambit didn't trust him. Generally his empathy gave him fairly good insight into others, and there was just something off about that man. He was dangerous. These were his powers, and he would force them to obey him. Anything to ensure something like this never happened again.

Plunnie Poll is over. Phantom of a Thief won and the first two chapters are up..