The next day, Rogue, Logan, Gambit, and Henri all sat around the X- mansion's rec room. Rogue was snuggled up next to Logan, who had his arm around her. Gambit and Henri sat on a small couch beside them.
"So let me get dis straight," Henri said. "Belle hired dis telepath Kwannon t' put naughty dreams in Rogue and Remy's heads to make dem act guilty so dat de Wolverine would 'tink dey were havin' an affair and kill Remy so Belle could take over both de Guilds?"
"That's about it." Rogue agreed.
"Why didn't de telepath just make you an Remy actually do something?" Logan's arm tightened around Rogue and she snuggled closer before responding. "Kwannon couldn't get a good enough hold on mah mind to do that. All she could do was project thoughts into mah head."
"What Gambit don understand is how dis Kwannon got close enough to de both of us t' do it." Gambit spoke up.
"I tol you, Remy, dos Assassins been all over de Guild's property. Kwannon probably jus walked right in."
"An her telepathic ability could've clouded Logan's mind to keep him from sensing her when she was here," Rogue added. A thought occurred to her and she turned to look at Logan. "By the way, how did you know to come after us?"
"Belladonna came to see me after Gambit left Harry's to tell me you two were together. But she called me Logan. When I introduced myself, I said Wolverine. She had to have known about me before she got here to know my real name, but she acted like she'd never heard of me when we first met today. I didn't realize it until a while later. Then I came back to the mansion, talked to Henri here and went to the hotel." Logan finished.
Everyone was silent for a moment as they all mulled it over. Finally, Gambit stood up. "Well, I guess we ought t' be goin' now. We got a lot of work t' do back in New Orleans." Henri nodded. As they said their good-byes, Gambit walked over to Rogue and Logan. Rogue rose to give him a hug good-bye. Then Gambit turned to Wolverine. "'Tanks mon ami." Logan nodded and accepted Gambit's outstretched hand. "Take care of her. Y' got yourself something worth hangin' on to."
"I will. You be careful too, Gumbo. I'm not savin' yer ass again."
Gambit chuckled. "Oui, mon ami. Gambit
make sure his ass is never your concern again."
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