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Title: Part Two : The Cajun Card Trick

AU: The second part of an AU arc, main characters- Gambit/Remy, Storm, Rogue, Kurt/Nightcrawler, Wolverine/Logan, Xavier, Scott/ Cyclops (in order of frequency in part 2)


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Chapter Nine: The Complete Memories: Part Two




Someone had slammed something into the back of his head. He'd lost.

A disconnected sinsister voice spoke, "Interesting".


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Gambit rubbed the back of his head unconsciously and turned to the man who now sat next to him, in the rain, on the desolate roof of no-hopers.

"You ok kid?" Logan aka. Wolverine aka. Weapon X subject asked in a throaty voice.

"No" came Gambits sullen reply but at least he wasn't lying.

"Fair enough" and Logan leaned back and closed his eyes, seemingly unaware of the downpour of rain.

"What? No inspirin' speech, nothin' t'yell?" Gambit wished that he had a cigarette.

"Don't work here, I'm just like you, except better looking" he ice-broke with a joke although his delivery held no humour.

"Prob'ly a better person as well" Gambit leaned forward and fished out out some gloves from his trench coat. He put them on.

"Came here for some peace so stop yakking" Logan looked up at the kid with a raised eyebrow and wished that he had a cigar.

"She yelled a' me" the kid was still talking so Logan decided to listen. It was either 'listen' or chuck the kid off the roof. Plus Logan was curious about the Cajun swamp rat and why that 'nice' Rogue girl had changed into a scary dragon and shoved him to the side in the corridor- a dangerous lady.

"She blamed…she blames me. She wasn't the only one who suffered that day!" he ended in a shout.



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He woke up with the same inferno in his hands that he'd went unconscious with and couldn't help but scream.

He was in a small steel room, the door had no handle and could only be opened from the outside.
Screaming didn't end the pain but it still offered relief so he screamed until his voice left him in terror.

Two figures watched him from behind glass; the boy was totally unaware of them.

The tears in his eyes felt like acid and his eyes themselves felt like heated coins. It was only when the boy leaned against the walls and started venting his energy build-up onto them that the two figures looked at each other.

Calm calculating eyes met wide fearful eyes as they both suddenly bolted out of their secret spy room.

The explosion blew the room apart, tearing metal expanded outwards, dissolving and combusting anything that got caught in the boys 'charge'.

Remy blinked as his eyes cleared. The room had been shredded and he would have been a fool not to walk. He found his feet and hugged his coat to him, feeling cold and small as he carefully crept over the rumble.

The corridors that remained vaguely intact were void of people, the lighting was red as though on silent alert and Remy looked down it and discovered that there were more doors leading to other cells like his own.

Rogue.

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Gambit sniffed as quietly as possible, his pride was feeling slightly damaged and his demon eyes darted over to the Wolverine.

There was no point in apologizing for his outburst, Wolverine hadn't commented for the past five minutes of remembrance and so neither did he.

"I ne'er caught your name" Gambit stated.

"I never gave it" Wolverine let in hang in the air, "its Wolverine".

Gambit snorted.

"Something funny about that?" the Wolverine suddenly allowed his claws to * skint * out.

"Non" Gambit rushed out the words as he caught a glance of the threatening weapons.

"Other name's Logan. You have a name Cajun or just a bad accent?" Wolverine sat up on his elbows, blissfully ignorant of the rain.

"Remy" came a quiet ghost of a whisper.

"As in Remington?" Wolverine snorted in turn, "and you found my name amusing?"

"Its just Remy. Remy LeBeau" Gambit gritted through his teeth.

"We both just got the luck of the draw with those names then" Wolverine retracted his claws.

"Never had luck" and the kids concentration drifted again.




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He ran down to the first door, touched it with his hand but nothing happened. No red glow- nothing. He fished around in his coat for a thin rod of metal and fiddled with the small keyhole. Eventually a rewarding click filled his ears with hope.

He shoved it open with all of his might. Two hands and using all of his strength.

The door squeaked open but the room revealed was empty.

On to the next.



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"Never been a believer of luck myself. Never wanted or needed any" Wolverine was glad that his healing factor prevented common illness's such as colds.

The rain continued.

"Not belived in luck-even once?" Gambit turned around and looked at him dead in the eyes, " N' for anythin'? Y' never been so desperate that you've chosen, even for a moment, to pour all of yer hope into even a lil second of luck?"

"Nope never"

Gambit sneezed and shook his head, "Don believe you"

"You believe in luck?" Wolverine spoke with mild disbelieve.

"No' now but i did once. Stupid back then".


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A loud scream of terror echoed down the corridor, the entire building rocked and the red emergency lights flickered. Someone was blowing some fuses or draining the power from somewhere and Remy had a feeling that he'd find Rogue at the source.

It was just instinct

He ran down the corridor, following a strange buzzing noise. It got louder and louder, Remy ran a burning hand along the cool, metal, corridor, wall. The metal seemed to 'cool' the pain in his hands, but it wasn't because of the temperature.

The buzzing was reaching a peak and it irritated Remy's ears but at least his hand wasn't burning anymore. His other hand now got a turn of running along the other side of the wall.

The newly developing powers hadn't been 'cooled off' - they'd been used.


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Gambit abrubtly got up from his sitting position, Wolverine watched him with a careful eye.

"So what happened? Why's this girl got you all riled up?" Wolverine asked in a disinterested voice, though it was merely for show- he was intrigued.

"'Cause I couldn't save her when she was young'" Gambit curtly answered in a whisper.