Hey all! The reviews just keep coming on in ^_^ I hardly expected 10 reviews so far.. =P Now this is the chapter that may gain the interest of several people LOL. ** Is thought ------- is a time lapse Ah yes, and I apologize if I strangle Remy's accent. I looked at other fics to see how he talks. And, before anyone complains that he may seem out of character... he can't be out of character! As far as I know, there have been no actual cartoons on any channel that show Remy as a kid! so, how can anyone know what he was like? :smiles at her attempt at intelligence:
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Chapter 4: (Yes I realize I skipped ch. 3- but I wanna stay the same as the toolbar) He's Blue, da ba de, da ba die
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"Wow, that was great!" Kitty was just giddy with hyperness as Scott pulled back into the mansion's driveway. "Like, this day couldn't be better- now I get to rub it in that fuzzball's face!" While Evan and Jean eyed her oddly, Kitty leaped out of the side of the car and ran to the front door. They had gone to the beach from the early morning until 3:00, and then went out for some shakes at a smoothie shop. Kitty had carefully sipped her 'Watermelon Wave' down so it only had a tiny way left. *Now I can just waltz in there and torture him by drinking the very last bit!* Smiling wider, she sprinted up the stairs to his room.

"Kurt?" As she phased into his room, she noticed that he wasn't in there. In fact, he hadn't even bothered to make his bed. "Lazy bum."

As the rest of the gang entered, they saw Kitty phasing around randomly calling Kurt. "Professsor, he isn't anywhere around." As Charles rolled his eyes, he turned the wheelchair around and rolled toward the garage. Upon entrance, he noticed a large void where a certain x-van should have sat.

"Sometimes I don't even know why I try.." *Logan? Wolverine!*

Logan was out on his motorbike when he suddenly felt a psychic presence and a faint voice whispered in his mind. "Charles?"
*Logan, I thought you said you'd be around the house.*
"Yeah, I was there for a while."
*How long?*
"I dunno, maybe 45 minutes. Why?" The Professor rubbed his temples. "I had a feeling that he wouldn't be capable of staying in one place. Scott, try the cell phone in the car, would you? Mr. Wagner just added 2 more days to his sentence."
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A crack of lightning lit the car as the thunder rumbled past. Kurt had been awake for some time, but his throbbing headache prevented him from doing much to escape. As far as he knew, The Brotherhood had somehow gotten him into their van. They had, intelligently for a change, taken his wallet and watch. This he was sure of because he had checked. At the moment, his wrist was tied to the car door and Toad was right next to him in the seat- ready to take action if he so much as twitched.

Kurt barely moved his head to stare at the sky from the window. A great storm was looming overhead, with lightning and light rain. It was so dark that he wasn't aware if it was night or if the clouds simply blocked out the sun. *How long have I been in the car? When did the crash happen?* Kurt's mind was flooded with questions, but there wasn't much he could do now. The wound on his head had a makeshift bandage on it now. Obviously, they didn't want him too hurt for whatever reason.

"Vhere are we?" Toad got ready with a heavy book when Pietro held up his hand.
"It's a surprise! I thoughtyalikedsurprises!" Kurt blinked several times- in his condition he wasn't in the mood for translating 'Pietro-speak.' Sighing as he realized that this would get him no where, Kurt laid back down to stare out the window.

Another depressed gust of wind rocked the car.
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"Scott, are you sure you tried the right number?" Scott had been trying to contact Kurt for an hour now, with no avail.
"It's like he's disappeared! I called the cell phone, his friends, even the JV soccer coach.." By now, Kitty and Jean had come into the room. Kitty's previous high of hyperness had severly worn down.
"Like, what about Mr. Logan? Could he, you know, do the whole bloodhound sniff search routine?"

Only a few minutes later, Wolverine had the call and was now searching up and down every road.

"I've tried cerebro too, but it can't contact him. If cerebro cannot find him, I do not know what else to do."
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"Come on, answer the phone Squirrel." Logan slammed the phone back into its compartment on his bike. He raised his nose slightly as a breeze brushed by. No scent whatsoever. It was then that Logan remembered Kurt making some comment about how quiet the country roads were now. "Fuzzy, if you're not there, you don't wanna know what I'll do when I find you.." Logan revved up the bike before heading slightly out west.

Sniffing yet again several miles down, he began to get a small scent of blood. It smelled human- very odd for that to be out in the country. Logan looked ahead down the road and came to a fork. "Left, smell of blood, no tracks..Right, no blood, tracks.." His senses fought back and forth of which way to go. Finally, he settled on the area with tracks.
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"Here we are!" Kurt strained to see above the window, but could only barely see a low roof. Avalanche whistled as he hopped out of the van and locked the doors.
"Vait! Vhat are you doing? Let me out!" Kurt yanked at the ropes, but Toad simply stepped on his tail as he leapt out of the car too.
"Don' worry, we're just stopping at this motel for the night. Oh yeah-" Toad held up Kurt's wallet. "Thanks for the money, we need that for the night's stay. Did I mention you're sleepin' in here? But, without this.." He then dangled the watch just out of Kurt's reach. "You won't be goin' anywhere. Sleep tight!" They all laughed and locked the rest of the doors.

Kurt finally gathered up the strength to pull loose from the ropes. However, the sudden force made him fly up slightly and bang his head on the roof. "Wunderbar, now I can have a migraine and a concussion." He glanced around at the surroundings. The motel was pretty junky, but it was right next to some highway- Kurt saw the sign at the entrance: Interstate 80. "Okay..so they're going out west.. but vhy?" He couldn't teleport out due to the hundreds of passing cars in every direction. He finally decided to try and get some sleep- although he was afraid to get too comfy without his precious hologram.
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"Whatcha got?"
"I ate to break it to ya, but Remy's got a full house." The 16-year-old smiled as he proudly showed the hand.
"You know that ain't possible- 'specially since I got all four of the kings you little punk!" Standing up suddenly, the older man yanked out his gun and shoved it in the teen's face.
"You may think ya know it all kid, but you got a lot to learn! Now hand over that money before I blast your sorry freak face outta my bar!"
"Eh..so holdin hands an singin Kumbayha is out, huh?"
"GET!" Remy cooly got up and backed away.. but not before grabbing his cards.
"You know, you're right. Remy's sorry for cheatin. Lemme give you all dese back!" The large man and some of his buddies all ducked in surprise as random explosions barely missed their heads.
"SHOOT HIM! He really is one of those freaks!" Remy dropped down as several bullets shot above him.
"Whoa, what a guy's gotta do for a couple a bucks..." He grabbed more cards and began flinging them in all directions. In all the commotion, he was able to pocket some of the bills and back out of there.
"Au revoir, mes amis!"
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Kurt's life had become nothing but wake and sleep, wake and sleep. He hadn't eaten for 2 days. At least now he had a picture of where they were. They were driving almost straight west, and were probably around Missouri by now. He had given up all hope of porting out of the speeding car, let alone without his watch, so Avalanche had finally let him sit up for a few hours at a time. They always made him lay back down whenever they came to populated areas- partly because of his appearance, partly because they didn't want to give him a chance to see all the road signs and landmarks.

He sighed as he leaned against the window. Suddenly, a small pair of heavenly arches rose over the horizon.
"Mein Gott, can we at least grab a BigMac?" The other 4 guys glared at him. "Well, you obviously don't want to kill me- you would have done that already! So, you want me to die of starvation?" Lance sighed as he ordered Kurt to duck and he pulled into the beautiful fast food restaruant.

When Kurt had gobbled up his supersize coke, fries, and two cheeseburgers, he decided to make the other guys' lives a living hell.

"Vhy don't we sing a song?" Smiling to himself, he began. "This is the song that never ends, it goes on and on my friends! Someone started singing it not knowing what it was-"

'GOD NOT THAT SONG!" Several honks behind them as the 20th or 21st crack formed in the road on this trip.

"Gee Lance, I thought you would at least last 2 rounds.." Lance rolled his eyes and cranked up the radio as Kurt hummed the song.
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Remy was bored with wandering the streets. His entire life, as long as he could remember, was this old routine. He had spent most of his life in Louisiana, moving here and there whenever he pleased. He would play a game of cards with the hope of grabbing some money, or simply steal stuff. Being an egotistical flirt didn't help much either. As he rounded the corner, he began naming off all the girlfriends he had gone through this week.

"Amy, Rachel, Michelle, Alex, Katherine, Hallie, Sarah-" He ran straight into a gang of teens all wearing dark black and blue clothes. *Oh, crap..* The leader grabbed his long brown trench coat and shoved him against the brick building.
"Remy, buddy! Long time no see!" Remy simply smiled back, deciding to keep his cool. "Got some cash, Rem?"
"Non- I guess dat my luck's been runnin out." The teen didn't buy this.
"Blaine. Search 'im." Remy struggled and fought back as he was stripped of the fourty dollars he had 'won' off the card game. "Now Rem- or should I say, Gambit- I wouuldn't want you to be be lyin' to me! After all, if Mu-Tech found out about you.." The Cajun's eyes narrowed at this blackmail. "You wanna become a guinea pig? 'Cause you know, I can just tell them that you're a-"
"Non, Remy don tink dat's a good plan. You got my money, just leave me be."
"Oh no, don't you remember the routine? You lied to me Rem. You're goin to pay now." It took several guys to hold him back as they dragged him down a nearby alley.
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"99 cups of triple chocolate mocha sugar frosted cafe frothe cuppichino Italian cocoa coffee on the wall, 99 cups of triple chocolate mocha sugar frosted cafe frothe cuppichino Italian cocoa coffee,"
"Dude. What is it that you don't understand in the sentence, 'NO SONGS'?"
"My English is quite limited. Ah, what next? I'm blue, da ba de, da ba die, da ba de, da ba die,"
"NO!"
"Geez, someone hasn't had a visit from the hug fairie today!" Pietro had finally taken the wheel, and was now trying his best to keep Lance in a calm mood. They'd gotten this far, no sense in dying by a sudden earthquake.
"Toad, gag him or kick or somethin." Toad smiled proudly as he aimed a powerful blow in Kurt's direction.
"Good night!"
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Remy slowly dragged himself out of the alley. Trek and his gang had been relatively easy on him- at least in Gambit's scale. Only a few minor cuts and bruses, maybe a black eye. Wouldn't matter much anyway since he wore sunglasses to hide his unusal eye color normally.
"Remy, you gotta move on. Dere catchin on to ya." This short declaration to himself was all he needed. Now to go get some cash for some train tickets. Remy grabbed his favorite deck and went out to find some opponents.
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The only possible train that he could get for 30 bucks from New Orleans was one to upstate Oklahoma. He was lucky to find a discount on the price, since he brought no luggage except a worn out backpack. "Au revoir, Louisiana." He calmly sat down as the train slowly tried to start. Riding around to new areas was nothing new to him, so this was nothing more than a quick vacaion.

"Trek, you see him?"
"Yeah Blaine, he's up there by the window. Call the boss an tell him we're followin him."
"Remy, buddy, you ain't gettin away from Mu-Tech that easily."
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Yea, it's done! What do you think? Soon Remy and Kurt's paths will cross- and all chaos will break loose! If I get some more reviews, I post the next chapter, k? =) Please email me with comments or just to say hi too! Kiwiberry606@aol.com Thanks again for all the feedback!

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