Author's Note: Okay, I've been getting some reviews saying Chris is too perfect. Definitely not the case! She doesn't have very good control over her powers or her emotions. She might be a really good physical fighter, but so are Rogue and Remy. She's not some amazing person, she has flaws too. Plus she has some bad shit in her past. Here's another Chris-Remy-Rogue chappy, but no ROMY. Sorry. In a couple chapters we'll get some more, promise.

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Rogue77: Gotta love the Romy chapters! Hope you like my new stuff.

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Yumiko: Not TOO perfect. Promise. And she's not a punk/goth… her "Sinister" connection aren't what you think they are. Trust me. Hope you like the next chappy even tho no Romy.

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Making a Connection

by, Caliente

Chapter 11 – Secrets Revealed

Rogue's POV – 3:45 A.M Monday morning

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEE- Kitty phased her hand through the alarm clock.

"Like, Rogue, get up," came an annoying voice in Rogue's dream.

"Ah don't want ta get up Kitty," an angry voice snapped back. "Leave meh alone!"

"Wake-y, wake-y Rogue-y," the voice now had a sing-song tone.

"Fine! Ah'm up! Happy?" Rouge was clearly not a morning person.

Kitty phased into the closet and came back out in her X-Men uniform. "You better change. Mr. Logan will freak if we're late again."

"Yeah, yeah." Rogue grumped. She quickly threw on her uniform and sighed.

"Ready to go?" the younger girl held out her hand to phase down.

"Sure, but let's stop in the kitchen for some coffee, 'kay?" Rogue knew she needed a pick up.

"Like, no problem," the Valley girl responded. "Though I don't know how you can put that crap in you're system."

They phased into the kitchen. Rogue drank a cup of coffee and Kitty ate a quick bowl of cereal. Then they phased into the Danger Room. They expected to find Logan waiting for them. What they found was a simulation already in progress.

"Rea," called a simulated goon.

"Come out, come out wherever you are?" another goon taunted.

Suddenly the first goon was hit by a roundhouse kick. The guy stumbled before a girl wearing an all black outfit. She had on a tight spandex halter top that showed midriff, with a silver belly button ring, and cleavage with tight black leather pants. Her boots were black leather with heals and her long brown hair was tied in a pony tail and braided down her back. She had on a black chocker with thick black leather bracelets on both wrists. She also had on a thumb ring, 6 earrings (2 on one ear and 4 on the other), and a silver necklace with a ring on it. She appeared to be using some kind of three pronged knife to fight the bad guys. She took down three of the goons before when one came up behind her and grabbed her. She flipped him easily and did two back flips before hitting the last goon. "Got it," she cried triumphantly as she grabbed a silver crystal. The simulation faded leaving two very confused X-Men and Rea.

"Who are you?" cried Kitty shocked by the display she just witnessed. "How did you get in here? And, like, what are those?" She pointed the weapons she was wielding.

"Um…" was all an equally shocked Rea could manage. Rea turned and gulped in fear when Logan entered the room.

"Stripes, half-pint," he grunted at the two girls X-Men before looking up at Rea. He smelled her scent and his eyes popped open. "Beanie?" He looked at her shocked. "What are ya doin' here? What are ya wearin'? What's goin' on?" Somehow Logan managed to look shocked and pissed at the same time. 'I think I recognize that girl, but from where?'

"Chris? Rea? What's the hell?" cried Rogue shocked. Logan's eyes widened at this name. Chris looked away ashamed of Logan's gaze.

"Wha-wha-" Kitty couldn't even formulate a sentence.

Chris's eyes darted around and she looked like a caged animal. She was about to run out of the room when Professor Xavier cut in. Chris, please don't run again. We won't push you. We'll wait until you are ready to talk. I promise.

Okay Professor. Thank you. Chris exited the Danger Room without a word.

The Professor then turned his attention to Logan and the girls. Logan, Kitty, Rogue, please forget what you've seen here today. Chris isn't ready to expose her past to us yet. Do not push her. She will come to us when she is ready.

Okay Professor. Kitty was bummed that she couldn't share this juicy gossip.

Whatevah Professor Rogue was confused.

Charles Logan was worried. Rea? I know that name. I know you know it too. Are you sure she's safe. I mean, she hid it from us. And last night, I smelled that Cajun card thrower on her clothes. She could be double crossing us. Wouldn't be her first time on the dark side.

Logan Professor Xavier was afraid of this reaction. We will discuss this in my office later.

"Stripes, half-pint," Logan snapped them out of their trances. "Let's get started."

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Chris's POV – After being caught in the Danger Room

Chris ran out of the mansion full force. The sun came up and she started to fly. She needed to get away from the truth. She flew for a long time. 'Just when I need that thief, I have no way to reach him,' she thought angrily. Just then she spotted the familiar trench coat in the park. 'Or I could be wrong.'

She landed in the park and ran up to him. "Rems!" she cried. "They know. By the way, what the hell are you doing out at this hour?"

"Remy be t'inking 'bout 'is chere, so he decided t' take a walk t' clear 'is mind," answered Remy simply. "Now dere's de Rea Remy remembers." He gestured to her spandex and leather outfit and smirked until he saw the tears streaming down her face. "Ray-Ray, what happened?" Chris again grimaced at her old nickname and Remy noticed. He sat down on a nearby bench and tapped the spot next to him. Chris sat down next to him and buried her head in his chest as she sobbed. He stroked her hair, looking at his old friend with concern.

Finally she looked up at him and sighed. "This morning," her voice was barely above a whisper as she fought back the tears, "I went to the Danger Room dressed as Rea. I programmed the scenario from the night I stole the Silver Mai-Tai crystal from the Boston Thieves Guild. I expected to be through before the morning session for Kitty and Rogue began. I never thought they would show up early. And they caught the end of my workout, heard me be called Rea. They didn't even recognize me. It would have been okay, except Logan came in and heard Rogue call me Rea. He knows. Professor Xavier knows. What am I going to do?" Chris broke down in sobs again.

"Aw petite," Remy soothed. "Dey'll understand. Dey'll be dere fo' y'."

"No!" she cried violently. "They'll never understand. They'll never accept me for who I am. Not that I would blame them. I can't even accept me."

"Go home," Remy said in a strong voice. "Remember dat y' have a home t' go t'."

Sniff, "Thanks Remy." Sniff. "I'll be going now." Chris got up to leave.

"Here," Gambit handed her a handkerchief to wipe her eyes. "A gentleman should always offer his help. Do y' need a ride?"

"Nah. Gotta fly," she smiled slightly. "Thanks again. You didn't have to help me but you did, just like always. Jean-Luc would be so proud to know he raised you right."

Remy's face darkened slightly at the mention of his estranged father but quickly hid it. They hugged and then she flew away enjoying the feeling of air rush by her. She landed back on her balcony and proceeded into her room. She found a very pissed-off Logan and a very confused Rogue waiting for her.

"Who's Rea? Why'd that man call ya that?" Rogue looked at Chris with confused eyes.

"Kid," Logan started but then he paused smelling something. "Ya smell like Cajun! Ya're double crossing us aren't ya? You're working for Magneto." He unsheathed his claws and bounded across the room at her. As a reflex, she pulled out her Sais to block the attack.

Rogue, hearing the Cajun remark raced out of the room with tears streaming down her face. Momentarily distracted, Chris called after her, "Rogue!" Realizing she should turn her attention back to the angry man with claws at her throat she suddenly became defensive. "No, you got it all wrong." Tears welled in her eyes. "Last night, I ran into Gambit in the forest. I had gone out to get some air. I recognized him as my old amigo Remy LeBeau."

"I'm not surprised yer friends, yer both liars and thieves," Logan interrupted rudely.

"Anyway," Chris continued curtly trying to force the memories away, "he and I talked for a while about our pasts and presents. I couldn't exactly talk to anybody at the Institute you know."

"Alright," Logan responded, "but why do I smell him now?"

"This morning I ran, or more accurately flew, away. I saw him in the park and we talked some more. I was scared but he told me to come back to my home. My new home. Where they would listen and try to understand." Chris sighed as she finished her story. 'I hope they do understand or at least listen to me,' she prayed silently.

"Fine." Logan nodded and left the room. Chris exhaled. 'Didn't even realize I was holding my breath. Mierda. Rogue. Her heart must be breaking. I have to go talk to her.'

Chris ran down the hall and to Rogue and Kitty's room. She heard Rogue throwing things around through the door. Chris winced as something that sounded like a boot hit the door. She sighed and grabbed her lock picking tools and easily picked the lock. 'Never leave home without it,' she thought smugly. "Rogue-" she started softly.

"Leave meh alone ya-ya leatha clad whore!" she cried out angrily.

"It's not what you think," Chris tried again.

"Get out," Rogue said coldly.

"Fine but before I do," Chris crossed the room and took her bare hand and placed it on Rogue's face. She concentrated on her meetings with Remy and then pulled away when she started to feel weak. Rogue stared at her in shock. This girl was hurting. Chris swayed on her feet before finally collapsing on Kitty's bed. She didn't pass out right away, but she only managed a "Woah," before sighing and letting the darkness come. Rogue concentrated on Chris's memories. She sorted them, then watched them like a movie. Rogue smiled to herself as she realized that everything Chris said was true. "Ow," was the first thing Chris said as she regained consciousness.

"Why did ya do that, sugah?" Rogue asked with a sincere smile on her face.

"You had to know the truth," Chris whispered in  return. "Remy and I are old amigos, there is nothing between us."

Rogue smiled and nodded. "Ah know. But that's Ah still can't see him anymo'."

"Look, I knew Rems a few years ago. Something's changed about him. It's love. He loves you, touch or no touch. He would never intentionally hurt you. Give him a chance." Chris smiled as she turned to leave the room.

"Hey Chris?" Rogue said it as more of a question than a statement.

"Yeah." Chris turned around to face the Goth.

"Why do ya always weah baggy pants now? Ah mean, ya used ta wear tight ones. An' ya neva wear black anymo'." Rogue was genuinely confused.

"It's all part of my disguise. No more black, leather, tight pants, high-heeled boots, or strait hair, though it's naturally curly so a lot easier to take care of." She smiled before continuing, "I need to be incognito, so I changed my wardrobe and look in hopes of being anonymous. Plus, I can hide my weapons much easier. My Sais," Rogue looked confused so Chris clarified "the three pronged thingy, and my lock picking tools are easily hidden. Plus my throwing stars." She winked at Rogue's surprised expression.

"Oh," Rogue sighed, "too bad. We coulda been Goth girls togetha." Chris smiled at this remark. Gothic was never really her look, she was more the leather vixen. Still, maybe she could salvage her look yet. She grinned and waved as she exited the room.

Once Chris returned to her own room, without much of a door left courtesy of Wolverine, she sat down and became immersed in thought. 'What should I wear to school? I mean, first impressions are the most important, right?' She contemplated for some time before realizing that the answer lay in her closet. With that thought, she proceeded to throw every item of clothing she owned around her room until it looked like a tornado hit. 'Crap. All I've managed to do is destroy my room. Still no outfit. Hmm…' She milled through her clothes, contemplating until she found what she was looking for. A light grey baby t-shirt that matched her eyes and showed some midriff and her belly button ring with navy baggy drawstring cargo pants and Pumas with a light grey stripe. She didn't bother to change her jewelry except to remove the leather choker and wrist bands and to put on tons of rubber navy bracelets. (A/N: like the black ones when she first arrived) She put on black eyeliner and burgundy lip gloss for effect. She smiled at her reflection before seeing Kitty and Rogue phase into her room. Kitty and Rogue both smiled before offering their hands and together the three girls phased into the back of Jeans SUV.

"Ready for your first day Chris?" Jean was trying to be friendly but Chris could tell she was preoccupied by other stuff.

"Yep. I'm almost excited, except, you know, it's school and all." She laughed a little. Amara and Jamie climbed in as well. Jamie got shot gun because the backseat was crowded enough without his clones running around. Scott's car contained the rest of the students. The two cars took off towards the school. They dropped off Jamie at the middle school before coming to the high school. Chris's throat was tight and she felt apprehensive. Silently she prayed everything would be alright. As she exited the SUV, she saw the Bayville High School sign and she knew this was going to be a long day.

Okay, so please, please, PLEASE R&R. We both know you want to, so stop fighting it.