Disclaimer: I owned a fish but now it's dead, so let's not imagine what would happen if I owned these characters.

Star-of-Chaos The tunnel blues, ah, I laughed writing it...Is that a good thing, or should I be hospitalized?

Yersi Fanel He was a little angel. With the eyes of a little demon. And yes, Magneto is indeed an Arck.

Caliente It's not Bella, it's not Rogue, it's just someone i dunno, someone, a girl. I mean this is Gambit we're talking about, could be any girl ;). I just figured a lot of people down south call other people 'sugah', so it was just meant as a reference, a situation sketch. Like when someone would say 'lassie' it would mean it was a Scotsman. But you did give me an idea, so this chapter does have Bella in it. I had to kill the goatee, I felt it was my duty, my mission on this earth...

SickmindedSucker Hell, yea the goatee. For I am evil. Oh, and I put the gnomes on the front porches of other people's houses. He, he, he.

Dark Elf3 Whoa, you're way ahead of me. I haven't even thought about a past with Sinister yet, but you're not the first to mention it. For now, let's just say I like Gambit as a lab-fearing tunnel-crawling madman. Besides I'd like another take on Remy in this story, so I can't let too much of my ideas for my other story creep into this one. And that's all I can say about that...

Jordanz Romy action for now just means Remy-bashing. But it will happen. Soon.

Piotr's girl Thanx for the jam and peanut butter! And also for the gift-basket-type thingie, inspiration now rushes through my veins.

Ishandahalf My thoughts exactly! I've always known I was a god. You like Lapin? He might show up somewhere... maybe in another fic. Romy is on its way, I think.

Takara, Lady of Western Lands Why are you upset that I killed that guy's excuse-for-a-goatee. Anyway, yeah, a club, we should: the Takara-Lady-of-Western-Lands-and-Fissie-club-for-review-junkies; the TLOWLAFCFRJ. Hmmm, doesn't sound very catchy, does it?

Vamp-X That was rather good, wasn't it. *gloat*

RoguesHeart Okay, but I'd like him back in one piece...eh, okay...two pieces...great, now where did I leave that glue...

Rogue14 Got it! Here it is!

Ima Super Mute Ant France? You're telling me they're sane? Never looked at it that way...The GGLF doesn't make t-shirts, I think, they work as a secret operation...why was I born here?

Lladyred01 Good! I like casual and entertaining, that's what I write for, to make people laugh. Of course, I'm gonna have trouble writing an actual plot, but hey, at least I had fun...

Leann I got a whole army of painful memories just waiting to assault our poor Cajun...I just love being evil....

Rayen 17 It will be Romy, promise, somewhere, eventually...I think...

Ace It has been rather long, right. Sorry, but here's more.

A/N Short, not brilliant but I hope you like in anyway...Oh and about the goatee: Just take a look at Madureira or Larroca's take on Gambit and you'll understand why I had to do it.

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Ultimate but not at all

Fissie

Remy stepped into the kitchen. Kitty and Rogue were already there, having breakfast.

''Hey, you lost the goatee!'' Kitty shouted.

Remy rubbed his chin. ''Oui.'' He smiled and looked around. What to have for breakfast? ~Coffee.~ Coffee sounded like a very good idea. He poured himself a cup, sat down at the table and started reading the newspaper, to see if anything familiar came up.

Rogue took a second look at the Cajun. She had to admit he did look a lot better this way. Much less like the time he blew her hand off, with that arrogant smirk of his. Better. Was it? Something was still wrong…

''Hey, is that Scott's shirt?'' She asked.

''Oui, and his trousers too.''

''That is so wrong.'' Kitty said in fashion-adviser mode.

Remy shrugged. ''It be fine by me.''

''You need new clothes.''

''No I don'. Dis just' fine.''

''It's not you.'' Kitty continued her advice. ''Besides, if you come with us to the mall, we might discover some more about you.''

Remy looked up and smiled. ''I remember it ain' never wise t' go shoppin' wid too excited girls.'' Actually it was only Kitty who was excited about the idea, Rogue wasn't all that thrilled to go shopping with either of them, but she did agree that Gambit needed new clothes. She looked at Remy once more but he seemed to be momentarily off the planet.

''You need somethin' proper to wear if you're coming to de dance wid me.''

''I ain' goin' t' de dance, chere, I enjoy bein' alive too much.''

''You can't wear dat to de dance.''

''Good, cos I'm not goin' t' de dance.''

''I figure a nice Armani suit will do jus' fine.''

''_Not_ _goin'_ _to_ _de_ _dance_.''

''And a new coat.''

''Are you listenin'? I ain' goin'.''

''Yes you are.''

''Look, chere, not dat I don' like you. But we...''

Suddenly a small but incredibly sharp penknife pointed at his neck. ''Yes you are, cher.''

''Well, de mall awaits us, chere. When do we leave?''

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After breakfast, Remy had agreed to talk again with Xavier about what to do next. So, he walked up to Xavier's study and sat down. The professor wasn't there yet. Remy looked at the room. It was very nice room, with easy access in and out while remaining undetected.

He looked at a painting on the wall. Somehow it looked familiar, but he couldn't place it. He walked up to the painting and examined it more closely. Something was wrong about it.

''You like it?'' Xavier entered the room and closed the door behind him.

''It be fake.'' Remy said matter-of-factly.

Xavier smiled and placed himself behind his desk. ''I assure you it is the real thing.''

Remy shook his head and turned to Xavier. ''Nah. Not de right color blue dere. Not de same intensity an' de composition's jus'..." Remy stopped suddenly. ''...am I an art-critic?'' He found it hard to believe.

Xavier much doubted that the Acolyte known as Gambit would be an art-critic in his spare time, but he did seem rather confident about what he was saying. ''You seem to know what you are talking about.''

''I do.'' Remy said, surprising himself.

Xavier got really curious. ''Have you ever seen the real one?''

''Oui?'' Slowly a picture started forming in the Cajun's mind.

''Where?'' Xavier tried.

''Don' remember...wait...China?''

''China?''

The picture in his head was slowly becoming clearer. ''In a private art collection. Paid a lot o' money f'r it. Wort' every dollar...Why do I know dis?''

Xavier in all honesty had no idea. ''Perhaps you saw it on television….''

He saw the painting, even in the dark it looked beautiful. Such intensity, such passion. Priceless. But not too priceless...He approached the painting... From there on the picture got blurry. ~Even in de dark? What de fuck…~

''Remy? Are you all right?'' Xavier asked.

''Wouldn't you just love to get your hands on it, my friend?'' A man asked him while he admired the painting. The sun shone brightly through the many large windows of the apartment where both men were standing there with a glass of bourbon in their hands.

''Maybe.'' Remy took a sip from his drink.

''Well, you'd have to be a pretty good thief to get in here, LeBeau.'' The man laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

''Really?'' Remy laughed along but hid a devious grin…

''Remy? Is something wrong?''

A brilliant smile shone on the kid's face. ''LeBeau! Dat's m' last name. Remy LeBeau.''

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Rogue looked up from the book she was reading in the library. ''LeBeau?'' She almost spat the name.

Remy smiled. ''Lookin' back, could it hav' been any oder name, chere?''

She raised an eyebrow. ''How about L'Imbecile?''

Remy placed a hand on his heart. ''Y' wound me.''

''L'Idiot?'' She continued.

''Chere...''

''LeStupide'' She had a whole arsenal of names for him.

''...y'r gettin' carried away.''

''Le...''

Beast stepped into the library and interrupted Rogue. ''Remy, might I have a word with you? I need you to look at something, maybe you can help.''

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They walked up to the more laboratory section of the MedLab. Remy sat down at an examination table.

Hank took a steel plate in which a purple gizmo was lying. ''We found this device at the same spot we found you. Do you recognize it?''

Remy examined the purple small gadget. ''What's it do?'' He asked. He truly had no idea what he was looking at.

''I hoped that maybe you could tell me. All I found is that it alters brainwaves. But I have no idea to what extent or to what cause.''

Remy placed the thing back on the plate. ''Could dis be what made m' loose m' memory?''

''It could be.''

''Sorry, I can' help y'.''

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Someplace else

Silently a figure entered the room. He turned on the computer and sat down. He took a little piece paper from his pocket. The computer asked for an access code. On the piece of paper were the words 'lobus flocculonodularis'. He had no idea what they meant but he typed them anyway.

''Access granted.'' Said a female computer voice.

The figure got startled at the sudden noise coming from the computer. He lit a match in reflex and remembered just in time that he was supposed to get in and out of here without being noticed. And as his good friend had once said: 'Burnin' de whole buildin' down does not count as 'goin' unnoticed', mon ami.'

So instead, he tuned off the volume and started looking for some clues as to what the device was Magneto wanted destroyed so badly that he would let one of his own die.

Him and Gambit had stolen the code long ago, in the time Gambit had just joined. Not that they needed it, but they kept it just in case. Now it proved real useful.

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Back at the institute

Scott sat down with Remy and Xavier in his study. ''Well, I've checked your name in several databases. Save your name, Remy LeBeau and place of birth, New Orleans, but we knew that already, there are no records of you whatsoever.''

Remy kept quiet for a few seconds before asking a question that had been nagging at him since his memories about the painting in China. ''What 'bout police records?''

Xavier cringed internally. Could he finally be remembering Magneto? He got ready to summon Wolverine and Storm mentally, just in case.

''None. Why do you ask?'' Scott was also getting a bit nervous.

''Jus' wonderin' 'f I have any parkin' tickets t' pay.'' Remy said innocently.

Scott's relief was almost visible. ''Guess not. I found nothing else. No records of family or a known address or anything.''

Remy sighed in defeat. This whole ordeal was getting more and more hopeless. ''So I could've been livin' alone in an abandoned train-wagon f'r all we know...''

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A/N admittedly, this chapter is really not that good. Sorry, but I couldn't think of more interesting things to write. It'll get better...I'm just taking so long because I really don't know what's going to happen next...to tell you the truth, I don't even know what the device is yet...

Review and I'll give Remy some new clothes. Because I just don't understand everyone is so upset with the goatee and no one has yet complained about the fact that Remy is walking around in Scott's clothing. It can't possibly get worse than that...although...I could have Remy cut his hair as well...