~Fleur- I owed my ability to write a great action scene (the end of La Fille, when the Xmen came to rescue * the ones in this story aren't that fab *) to Francine Pascal, author of the Fearless series (and that stupid Sweet Valley High Crap) which is truly spectacular. She writes great action sequences, because, well lets just say the main character doesn't exactly have great social skills . . .Hahaha, SO if your having trouble with the English action, may I recommend those books. And if you need a pre-reader after you've translated it, I would be happy to do the job and just eliminate any silly grammar mistakes.

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L'homme de la mort

Part 4.

Gabriel and Gabrielle

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When they finally landed at the mansion, things were back to normal. Aimée had apologized to her father, and thanked him again for her present. She would take his advice to heart, but that didn't mean she was going to cancel her date. Hot guys were getting harder and harder to keep around! The professor was eager to meet with Gabriel, so he disappeared soon after the team landed. Cyclops, Jacob, and the new baby were there to greet Jean, and a grumpy Logan retreated to his room. Gambit and Rogue took up space in the conservatory while Aimée also went back to her bedroom. She needed to make some adjustments on her 'present'.

"There," Aimée smiled, looking at her new and improved trench coat. She had hand washed it, working hard on that day's bloodstains. The dull gray- brown had turned a warmer shade of cocoa when she was finished. Cutting the sleeves had proved to be difficult, so she opted to cut them to the length of an average tshirt, and roll them up to a sleeveless look. After adding a belt through the belt loops, with the official Xmen seal, it was finished. Folding it on her desk, next to a vase of freshly cut sunflowers by the door. "Abe! Come look!" he didn't respond.

"Abe?" Aimée stepped into the hall, looking down each end. She was sure she heard something.

"Boo"

"AH!!!" "So this is how the fearless Xmen act under pressure?" Gabriel smirked down at her, extending a hand to help her up.

"Yeah well I'm new at this." "Cool coat." He said, entering her room and sitting on her bed.

"Thanks, it was papa's, so what did Xavier have to say?"

"The prof? He just wanted t'know 'bout my powers etc."

"Did he explain everything?"

"Yeah kinda, at least now I know who that wanker was. Charlie says that from my description, it was Mr. Sinister," He smirked, "Don' worry girl, he's not coming after me again."

"That's not it," Aimée replied, frowning, "Come on I'll give you the tour." "Sure," He smiled, following her out the door. The sunflowers were dead.

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"I love rock and roll! SO put another dime in the jukebox BAHBAY I love rock and roll! So put another dime and dance with me!! ow!" Poppy danced around the main hull of Sinister's 'secret evil lair' (Hahaha), singing various Britney Spears hits. Her red curls bounce all around her baby doll face. "Aww come on Darien, dance with me" She cooed to the sullen man in the corner. He had super straight silvery white hair (not like an old man, see-- quicksilver) that hung loose in his face. He was Darien Waldorf, with the very despised (on his part) codename of Infectious. Darien was a quiet man, and found his teammate's mindless chatter and screechy singing voice especially irritating. He responded to her question by lifting his head slightly, shifting his blue eyes on her for a second, and then returning back to an indifferent state. "Your no fun."

"When are you going to learn that this isn't about fun." Prudence asked from her perch at the window, her blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

"We had fun t'day, got t'play rough with a couple of cuties, who knew those Xboys were so fine?"

"And so old, they were weaklings compared to us, our next mission should be simple."

"I like older men." She sneered at Prue, returning to her seat, "So what was the point of that anyway? We didn't do anything but rough 'em up a bit."

"That, My dear," an ominous booming voice replied, "Is not your concern, all will be revealed in due time." Sinister's black lips curled over his spotless teeth, into a truly devilish grin.

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"I t'ink I hear 'em kickin'" "Gambit its been three months, that's impossible!"

"Non! Jus' listen."

Rogue groaned and pushed his head away from her stomach. They were resting in the conservatory. After the stress of hearing that their daughter was kidnapped, they were indulging in some must needed relaxation time. "So what d'ye'h t'ink of Beau?"

"Beau?"

"Oui."

"Who says its gonna'h be ah boy?"

"Well we already have a girl." Rogue smiled mischeviously, pushing him back against the pillows.

"An' what's wrong with havin' two girls?"

"Nothin'! we jus' might want t'even it out."

"Ah like Scarlet." "Non! No! No way, no names from Ye'h romance movies, uh uh."

"Its such ah pretty name!" "Les' make a deal, hein? (what does that mean anyway?) If it's a boy, I get t'name 'em, if it's a girl, y'do." Rogue smiled and leaned on his chest.

"Beau huh?"

"It means beautiful, like his mother."

"O' handsome, like his daddy." "I hope I'm not disturbing." The happy couple looked up to find Scott standing in the doorway, "The professor would like a moment."

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"This is the medlab, incase you ever get a booboo you can come here." Aimée snickered. Gabriel had been silent for most of the tour, but chose to spoke up at that moment.

"Listen, Aimée, ye' don't have t'take me on this tour, I'll learn the ropes." "Maybe I wanna show you around, now shush, hold all questions until the end." She replied, smiling, "Now we're on to the first floor guest rooms, we have six in all, 3 are located down here. You will be staying in-" However, Gabriel's attention had wandered and he stopped in front of Gabrielle's room, she was sitting on the bed reading the telltale heart.

"Gabe?" Turning around fast, he smiled at Aimée. "Coming!"

"What?"

"I said I'm coming."

"No, shhh, yes Jean," Aimée turned to Gabriel, her smile fading, "The professor would like to speak to you."

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"What's dis about prof?" Gabriel, Gambit, Gabrielle and . . . Scott (Hahaha) were all gathered in the professor's office.

"Well, Scott has explained today's exploits to me, and I have a feeling that we are being set up."

"What do you mean?" Gabrielle asked, the concern in her voice evident.

"Sinister has a plan, unfortunately I have no idea what it is, all I do know is that today's attack was simple a diversion."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, that is all I know for know, Gabriel, Gabrielle, I hope you sleep well." Gabriel and Gabrielle left the room.

"Remy, I have asked you to stay, I am concerned about today. The attack was definetly a distraction, to ward you off of something."

"What could it be professor?" Scott asked, concerned.

"I'm not sure, Remy I'd like you to keep your eyes on both Gabriel and Gabrielle, I have a bad feeling." "Yes sir."

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"So ye' can manipulate time? That's pretty cool."

"Yeah, so's raising the dead."

Gabriel smiled, his dark brown hair falling into his handsome face. "Controlling time, eh? Does that mean your a lot older than you look?" "Yeah, I am, time travel is a powerful thing. My abilities give me immortality."

"So when, exactly, were you born?"

"I'm guessing sometime in the late 1600's. I don't have much memories of my past, after the incident with my kidnapping." "Kidnapping? The professor did say that you came here before, for help."

"Yeah, I got kidnapped by a bunch of mutant haters, they infused me with drugs, screwed up my powers. I couldn't talk, move, anything. I had no control, it was almost like I was trapped inside of this creature's body."

"But he helped you?"

"Yeah, taught me how to gain control over my powers. They're really strong, and they used to be much for me."

"Used t'be?" He said, smirking. Gabrielle blushed, she liked how he looked her in the eye when he spoke to her, rather than just turning away from the frightening sight.

"Well, lets just say I'm in total control now."

"I'd like that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, there are certain things, aspects I'd like to control." Gabrielle smiled and reached for his arm, looking up into his eyes.

"ungh" She doubled over in pain. Her body locked up, and images began flooding her head.

A woman, with bright green eyes and wild black hair. An angry mob. Pitchforks. Torches. A book. A little boy with big gray eyes, holding her hand tight. A mother's cry. Fire. Screaming.

"Mama!!" Gabrielle collaspsed in his arms, her breath was haggard, "Gabriel, Gabriel!" She whispered, smiling, before returning to unconciousness. "Professor! Someone!" Gabriel yelled, holding her tight, "Please! Help me!"

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~what could it mean!?!?!

-Foo