A/N: This chapter is primarily from Remy's point of view. It's also a little on the gory side. Good news though, the story is finished! I just have to do some editing, so the remainder will be posted over the next week or so. It's about another 8000 words.

Logan and Remy ran down the uncovered corridor, leaving Deadpool to deal with Sabretooth. They'd been searching too long already with no success, and were starting to get agitated. The flashing alarm lights that had been going off since they arrived weren't doing much to help Logan's focus, either. Logan and Remy passed several more cells, all unoccupied, but the torture equipment contained within was unsettling and suggested someone had recently vacated them.

"Logan, wait." Remy stopped as they came across a large reinforced door, and peered inside to find a dark control room of some kind. Logan noticed Stryker fleeing down a passageway on one of the monitors and moved to pursue, just as Remy suddenly began shouting.

"Nom de Dieu! Logan, look!"

Logan turned his head to the large windows lining the wall behind him, which overlooked some kind of dim operating theater down below. Right in the center, strapped to a table and lit like a grim Halloween display by the room's eerie turquoise glow, was the person they were looking for.

Logan wasted no time, immediately smashing one of the windows with his claws. Sirens began blaring from the breach as he leapt through into the room below, and ran over to cup his wife's cheek. "Elle! Elle, can you hear me?" When she didn't answer, he quickly slashed off the restraints and gently shook her shoulders. "Elle!"

Remy dropped down from the observation room, and ran over with a concerned look on his face. "Logan, dere's something wrong with her arm. Look!" He showed Logan a tablet computer, displaying an x-ray image of an arm strapped to an exam table. There was a large bright spot on one of the bones, and a glance at her arm revealed dark bruising on the corresponding skin. Logan couldn't quite understand what he was looking at, until he saw a cart out of the corner of his eye with a familiar silver syringe dangling off the side.

"No... NO!" Unsheathing one of his claws, Logan moved to cut into Elle's arm, until Remy pulled him back.

"Are you out of your mind?! You can't cut her open! Bon sang, she'll bleed to death!"

"You see that cart behind you? The silver shit in the bottom? That fucker injected it into her arm! If I don't get it out of her, it will kill her. Kill her! Adamantium is poisonous if you don't have a strong enough healing factor to counteract it. She doesn't have anywhere near the capability to survive it and I'll bet that's why he did it!" Logan pushed Remy back and shook his head in apology, then sunk his claw into Elle's arm.

Just as Logan started cutting through Elle's tissue, Jean began talking in his earpiece. "Logan? Logan, where are you? I've found the children, but now I can't sense your presence anywhere! What happened? Have you found Elle and Remy?"

"Not now, Jean!" Logan carefully cut down through Elle's arm, using the tablet as a reference. "Shit, I can't see anything..." Logan tried to stay as calm as possible while Remy held Elle's arm open for him, and tapped his claw around until he located the disc. It was stuck tight against the wide bone at her wrist, and even lightly scraping around the edges wouldn't dislodge it.

"FUCK!"

Remy flinched as Logan started spewing filthy language even he wasn't familiar with. "Hey Logan, watch it, you're slipping into Elle's..."

"SHUT UP! You think I don't know that?" Logan's breathing picked up, and he looked over at Elle's face in panic. "God damn it! I can't get it out!"

"Merde..." Remy looked at the bloody mess in front of them, at Logan who was a second away from losing it completely, and back to Elle's arm. Muttering a prayer to himself, he shoved Logan out of the way and stuck his fingers inside her muscle. One deep breath later, he found the adamantium and charged it.

There was a sharp crackle, and then the adamantium suddenly burst out of Elle's arm and shot across the room, slicing Logan's forehead in the process. Elle's body lurched up off the table in spasm, before settling back down. Logan hurriedly checked her pulse and breathing, before letting out a deep sigh of his own.

Remy looked at the wound in disbelief, then over to Elle. "Is she okay?"

"She's breathing, but nothing's healing." Logan looked around the room in exasperation. "I need a tube. Find a tube!"

"Tube? For what?"

"It worked before, it will work again!" Logan started tearing the room apart, pausing to rip his earpiece off and with a growl, threw it violently against the wall. Remy stopped wrapping Elle's arm, as a chair flew by and narrowly missed decapitating him.

"LOGAN! What the hell are you doing?! Why did you smash your headset?" He picked up the broken earpiece, but even someone as thrifty as him couldn't repair it. "Bonne douleur, look what you've done. What's gotten into you?"

Ignoring his friend's concern, Logan located the locked cell door and abruptly launched himself into it, knocking it clear off the hinges. He took off his uniform top and wrapped it around Elle, then scooped her up and headed for the door. "We gotta get back to the jet, I can do it there. Come on!"

"Do what? Logan! Ah, mon Dieu..." Remy hurried after Logan, convinced that the feral had lost his mind. They made it through several hallways, seemingly turning corners at random, when a noise rang out that practically deafened the poor Cajun.

Remy watched as Logan and Elle crumpled to the ground, wincing as another bang echoed through the hallway. The smell of powder sobered him up, and he immediately grabbed a handful of cards to throw.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the shooter cautioned, stepping out of the shadows and pointing his gun straight at Elle's forehead. "This is a .50 AE Desert Eagle. I doubt your little friend would be able to heal if I blew her head off."

"Stryker..."

"And I don't think Wolverine will be waking up any time soon with three rounds in his skull," Stryker snorted, firing point blank into Logan's eye socket. Remy grimaced as flesh and blood went flying, and all the while his sick captor snickered with delight. "You wouldn't believe how many times this worked before."

"You sick connard..."

"Whatever nonsense you just grumbled, I can't hear you," he replied, tapping on his earplugs. "Now, let's play a game of 'how many are with you and where are they hiding'. Every lie you feed me is a bullet in one of your friends. From experience, Wolverine tends to take longer to wake up the more holes I fill him with. Too many wrong answers, and your gal pal won't get to have any children."

"You STAY AWAY FROM HER!" Remy lurched forward, but halted when the gun was turned in his direction.

Stryker pulled out one earplug. "Where's the redhead?"

"Hell if I know."

The colonel kept his promise and fired another round, this time into one of Logan's legs. Remy felt like he couldn't hear anything anymore, even with his minor healing ability.

"Putain! You think Remy know everything, locked up in one of your cells dis whole time? Jean can make herself invisible, she be anywhere she want to be. Maybe even behind you."

"Huh?" Stryker whipped around, just as Deadpool grabbed his arm and wrenched it behind his back.

"Hello sir, remember me?" Deadpool threw the gun to the side, then kicked in the back of Stryker's knee and forced him to the ground. As he held Stryker down, Remy ran up and dug his fingers into the side of the man's head.

"Hey Stryker, you want to know a secret?" he whispered in an eerie, dark tone completely free of his normal accent. "Your scientists, they thought they had me figured out, didn't they? Well you know something? They don't call me 'the White Devil' for nothing." Remy's fingertips began to glow, causing Stryker to grimace and shake. A small trickle of blood ran down his nose, and a shriek caught in his throat.

"...This is for what you did to Elle," Remy hissed, as Stryker's head exploded into a mess of charred tissue and bone, just like a charged playing card. Deadpool jumped back in surprise as the corpse hit the floor, and stared at Remy in total disbelief.

"Holy fuck. You can charge people?! If you can do that, why are you always paying me off instead of fighting me?"

"Because fighting you is suicide." Remy leaned against the wall to catch his breath. "I can't charge organic matter as well as objects, and it takes a hell of a lot out of me," he explained. "Ugh... we have to get out of here before anyone else shows up. What about Sabretooth?"

"Cut the fucker up like a Christmas turkey, though I have a feeling he'll recover. Bastard always does," Deadpool shook his head. "Though the good news is that your Stormy leader contacted me and said the toy soldier army has been taken care of, and the kids are located. We're good to get back to the jet, now that I found you guys."

Remy stood up, a little winded but steady on his feet. "Then it's finally over... Alright, you get Logan, I should be okay to carry Elle."

Deadpool grumbled under Logan's weight as he slung him over his shoulder, but paused as he saw Remy stagger. "You sure you're good? I can call one of your pals to-"

"No time, we have to get her home for medical attention." Remy wiped off as much blood from his chest and arms as he could, then scooped up Elle and followed Deadpool through the maze of tunnels. Hopefully they weren't too late to save her...

A/N: Firing a Desert Eagle indoors will deafen you. Remy obviously needs to hear in the story, so I gave him a power based excuse, but please be safe when shooting guns. Firing it outdoors will set car alarms off depending on how close you get to it. Wear your damn earmuffs.

I didn't describe it in the text, but the shot to Logan's eye probably blew half his face off. There are pictures in Wolverine's Civil War TPB that show him regrowing after he's been reduced to a skeleton, and it's pretty nasty. Like reverse Terminator. Point is, gunshots are not neat little holes like the Trask shot in DOFP. This is an M rated story, and Remy pulled a Cronenberg on Stryker.