Before I start…I'd like to apologize for this chapter taking so long to get posted…I've been real busy lately, so sorry to any

Before I start…I'd like to apologize for this chapter taking so long to get posted…I've been real busy lately, so sorry to anyone who reads this ;)

Ok, just as a reminder, I of course DO NOT OWN THE X-MEN! (Duh) and uh, ok I kind of messed up the whole gambit, marrow thing. I know that in the comics (or at least I think) that Sarah doesn't find about Remy rescuing her in the mutant massacre till a lot later in their friendship. Well, in my story, marrow just…. kind of knows about it. But I don't keep up with the comics though, so bear with it…k? Its my plot…. so DEAL! *lol * ENJOY AND PLEASE R./R

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"Furthermore, I am offering you a place where you will be safe…" Professor Xavier paused, "Sarah, are you LISTENING?"

I jerked my head up from my semi-nap, "Huh? Me listening…? Uh, no."

The Professor heaved a huge sigh. His frustration was definitely showing, and the small blue vein popping out of his baldhead proved it, "You must understand Sarah. This isn't any easier for the X-Men than it is for you. I have already discussed this matter with them. If you would, please, keep your point of views toned down, it would make this transition so much easier. I have no doubt in my mind that you will find your place on the team…"

I interrupted him, "I sure as hell do."

"But!" he continued, adding a hint of force in his voice, "It will take time to earn everyone's trust, just as it will take time for everyone to earn your trust. Am I correct?"

I shrugged and shifted in my seat. I felt like a little six-year-old child being scolded for causing trouble, "I guess you're right."

"Alright then, you may go."

I got up and reached for the door when I heard him in my mind.

"And remember what I said, earn their trust Sarah."

I nodded. Maybe I could try a little harder. It wouldn't hurt anything…maybe my pride, but that was a risk I'd have to take.

As I was walking down the hall I felt a finger tap my shoulder. I turned around, "Hey dere Sarah. How'd it go in d'ere?" Remy jerked his head back toward the Professor's office.

"I dunno, got a lecture and a finger or two pointed at me, nuthin I can't handle though." I smiled when I saw Remy chuckle.

"Stormy and da o'ders are pretty mad…" he slipped his hands into his pant pockets and walked along beside me.

I rolled my eyes and almost replied with a smart-ass comment, but stopped my self. I cleared my throat and forced myself to ask, "Do you think I should…" I rubbed the back of my neck, " Should I apologize?"

Remy's head shot up, and stared at me in surprise, "What you jus' say?"

"Apologize to them…should I?" I almost punched myself in the face for even thinking about giving Storm the pleasure of feeling she had the tiniest bit of authority over me.

"Dat would be nice o' ya petite. I tink dat maybe you should." He gave me an encouraging smile.

I shrugged and continued walking, "Remy…why are you…" I paused, hesitating asking this question, "Why have you been treating me like…like I belong here? Like, I'm your friend?"

He didn't answer for a while. I just kind of stood there, waiting for his reply. I'd wanted to know the answer to it ever since I've gotten here.

Remy sighed, "I guess…I guess I felt like we had dis sort a' connection. E'er since, well ya know, way back when…when I, well…" he cut himself off in mid sentence, hoping I'd get his drift. His red on black eyes was staring at the ground.

"Saved my life?"

He nodded.

An uncomfortable silence lingered between us. Neither of us knew what to say, whether to continue on the subject, or change to something else. It was really weird though. That whole night of the…Mutant Massacre, and the night he saved my life. I wanted to ask him so many questions…but he'd always been an X-Man. Now it was different, we were on the same team.

Remy stopped walking, "Well petite, Remy hasta be goin'. We talk later, non?" He smiled and left.

Yeah, talk later, hopefully. I sighed, and let my body drop onto a couch in a small room. So many damn thoughts floating around in my head. And I couldn't make sense of any of them. How was I going to apologize to Storm? How in the hell was I supposed to earn the X-Men's trust? And what was this weird feeling I was having toward Gambit? I laid my head on the back of the couch. You think way too much Sarah, I told myself. No, I argued back in my mind, it was just that before…you never thought about anything you did.

"Um, hi…Sarah, that is, like, your name, right?"

I hurriedly sat up, and looked over my shoulder seeing the young girl with the brown ponytail set high upon her head staring at me, "Yeah, that's me, what do you want?" Way to earn their trust Sarah, I scolded myself.

She hesitated, seeming somewhat intimidated by me, "Have you, um, seen Gambit? I kinda hafta ask him something, and I saw you walking with him earlier…"

Her last words kind of trailed off in nervousness, "I don't know where he went to, but he headed off down that hall."

A smile spread on her face, "Thanks! By the way, I'm Kitty!" She waved as she practically skipped down the hall.

I stood up, not really knowing where to go, or what to do. I snapped off a bone that was sticking out from my left side and poking my arm. I tossed it into a garbage can, and walked through the halls of the mansion aimlessly. I discovered that this place had an Olympic-sized pool, a weight room, a game room, and then there was the Danger Room. I had heard of it before. It was supposed to be some kind of training room, I guess. I needed somewhere to vent. I was desperate. I walked toward the door, and looked around. There was a keypad there, with a bunch of letters and numbers imprinted on each button, meaning I need to know some sort of code to get in. Luck, once more, proved to hate me.

"Are you looking for something?"

Great, just great I told myself. Storm had caught me trying to get into a restricted area. That would be strike number two for Sarah, "Um, not really looking for anything…" I had to bite my tongue to keep any sarcastic remarks from coming out of my mouth, "Is there any way I could get in here? Thought maybe I'd get some training in."

She shook her head, "I don't think you are ready to use the Danger Room yet."

Not Ready? I almost screamed. I had been fighting just as long as she had, and probably a hell of a lot tougher battles too. But I kept that thought in my head, "I think that maybe I am." I said the last word with the force I was feeling.

Ororo folded her arms, "The Danger Room is for experienced X-Men only."

"Well! I am sure as hell experienced, and, as much as this may surprise you, I'm also an X-Man." That came out a little more challenging than it should have.

"No," she corrected me, "You need experience as an X-Man, which you do not have. You have experience as a criminal fighting on the streets, making a living by murdering innocent people."

Those words stung like a slap in the face. I threw my hands in the air, "LISTEN TO ME! I am SORRY! Ok? I am so fucking sorry for what I did in my past! You think that I don't know that what I did was wrong? Well I do! I sure as hell do! Every person that I have killed, each of them is eating away at my soul! So will you just accept the fact that I am on a team with you now, and that I HAVE changed and that maybe YOU need to recognize that!"

She stood there, staring, and her remark made me think that all I had just said went in one ear and out the other, "I am sorry that you have to pay for what you have done. And I will recognize you as a team member, only when you begin to act as a team member." She turned and walked off.

"DAMNIT!" I screamed. I kicked a wall in fury. What the hell was I supposed to do to prove that I was sorry? Was saying sorry not enough? How do I "act like a team member"? I rested my back against a wall, and slowly slid down to the ground. I was out of ideas. I said I was sorry, that obviously didn't work. I kept all my rude remarks in, that didn't help either.

"Hey sug'ah, you al'right?" a voice with a noticeable southern drawl asked.

I looked up and saw Rogue standing in front of me. I got up to my feet, "What? You're not gonna chew me out too?"

I heard her give a little sigh, "Ah know that Storm's bein a little bit rough on you…"

I looked at her with a "yeah right" expression.

"Ok, maybe she's being a bit to hard on ya. But Ro's one of them people who don't trust very easy. Ah dunno why, that's just who she is. It took me what seemed like forever for her to accept me, and now we're close as can be. Give her some time, she's not half as bad as she seems."

"And what am I supposed to do in the mean time? Just sit around and listen to her shit? No, I don't think so."

"Now ah didn't say ya hadta do that. Show her that you genuinely want to be part of this team."

I wanted to roll my eyes and snap back with a snide remark, but instead I just nodded. And then I noticed her shoulder was bandaged up, and I saw a small portion of a white wrap around her leg. I had done that. It was a wonder she didn't hate me, or didn't try to get me back, "Um, I'm sorry about…" I pointed to her injured shoulder and calf.

She looked down, "Don't worry about it. Ah understand, the whole thing 'bout starting your whole life over. I know how it is." She winked at me. And I suddenly felt as if I could trust her.

Well, I'd gained the trust, along with learned to trust, of Remy and Rogue. Two down, four to go.