Trapped

Author's Note: Hey everyone! How are you! * Ducks from all the vegetables thrown at her * I know! I know! I've left for a VERY VERY long time… and I know I lost most of you already… but I hope I can regain you guys…if I updated more, oui?

… Mental Speech

"…" Normal Speech

'…' Though Speech

Random thought: are Corn a vegetable or grain?

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The ball was majestic, more than twenty couples dancing to classical music. The scene looked as if it were from a movie, or a painting. Ororo had never attended a high-classed balled without needing to research security for thieving purposes. The guests all smiled with false sweetness and the women looked like they were being weighed down by their jewelry.

Ororo scoffed as she passed by a rather arrogant man who looked at her with interest clear in his eyes. Suddenly, a possessive arm was curled around her waist, and Ororo could feel a large, warm hand on her stomach. Ororo tensed as she realized that it was a man that was behind her, and from the feel of it, he was very muscular.

"Fine her yet?" it was a gruff voice hinting to Ororo that Logan was its owner.

"No," Ororo replied, immediately relaxing. "There are too many aristocrats… I'm not even sure if she's here."

Logan growled as he led Ororo to the dance floor. " They all wear cheap cologne…"

Ororo laughed as Logan complained about the noise and the over-perfumed room. They twirled and tried to look as if they were enjoying themselves, until a loud voice had stopped the orchestra.

" Mes amis bienvenus, à mon anniversaire du fils bien-aimé. S'il vous plaît, une valse à mon fils, Julien. Vous pouvoir tout assiste à son jour de noce!" (Welcome friends, to my beloved son's birthday. Please, a waltz to my son, Julien. May you all be present at his wedding day)!

Applause broke out amongst the crowd and the orchestra started playing a more lively song. Couples began to dance to the music, but Logan and Ororo decided to watch at the sidelines. They eyed the brown haired man with interest as he conversed with other people.

"Who was that?" Logan asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. Ororo was about to reply, when a soft, familiar voice beat her to it.

"He is Marius Boudreaux. He is th' father o' th' assassin's guild…"

Logan immediately recognized the voice and turned around sharply. To say Ororo was surprised was an understatement. Before them, was Rogue… but she looked so different!

The Rogue they knew was a Goth who could care less about her looks and what people thought about her… this girl, was more like a dignified woman of the upper class. Logan would never have believed it was Rogue, but his senses were not lying. The woman before them…was Rogue.

" Y'not from around here are y'?" she asked. Logan and Ororo noticed that her accent was different as well. Logan noted the length of her hair, and was at awe at how her being seemed to glow.

"N-no, we are not," Ororo replied after recovering from the shock. " May we ask what that man just said?"

Rogue smiled and nodded. " No problem… y'see this ball is fo' his son, Julien. He jus' turned 20, an' dat's the age of marriage in the assassin's guild. This party is almost lahke an engagement announcement as well."

Logan nodded hesitantly, "So why are you here, stripes?"

Rogue looked at him strangely; recognition flashed in her eyes for a second, but disappeared just as quickly. "H-have Ah met y' before?"

"Angelique! P'tite."

Logan growled as a red-eyed man placed his arm around Rogue's waist, much like Logan had done with Ororo. Rogue smiled sweetly at both him and Logan before she continued speaking.

" Remy, Ah was jus' talking t'-" Rogue looked at them expectantly.

Ororo, catching the drift, introduced herself. " I am Ororo Munroe and this is Logan," she said as she held out her hand. Remy took her hand and planted a polite kiss on it and shook Logan's outstretched hand.

He smirked as Logan applied some pressure into the handshake.

" Je m'appelle Remy LeBeau, an' Remy believes y' met Angelique?"

Rogue…Angelique looked at Logan again. " Wait… Ah know you!"

Logan's and Ororo's eyes widened with anticipation. Remy seemed nervous as he tightened his grip on Angelique.

" Y' th'… Wolverine!"

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Logan's breath was caught in his throat. 'She knows…' he thought. A grin broke out on his face, and he prepared to give her a hug when she continued.

" Ah've had so many dreams… maybe…" Angelique looked at Remy, her eyes getting misty. " Remy… this may be mah chance to find out who Ah am!"

The grin on Logan's face slowly disappeared. ' Dreams?' He looked at Remy and found a frown of disapproval on his face. ' Who does this prick think he is?' Logan thought.

"Remy? Are y' okay?" Angelique asked. She pulled off her glove, and Ororo was tempted to lunge at her to save the boy's life, only to find her touch did nothing to the lad. Angelique placed her palm on Remy's forehead, her eyebrows knitted together in concern. " Y' temperature is fahne…"

Remy shook his head gently and took Angelique's hand. He gave it a light kiss, not letting it go.

"Non, p'tite, jus' tired," Remy lied. " We should go. Papa might get worried."

Angelique nodded hesitantly. " Oui…"

She looked back to Ororo and Logan. " Do y' have a place t' stay?" she asked.

" We got a motel just a few blocks from here," Logan replied. Ororo kept silent, observing Rogue and Remy.

'Rogue seems much happier here…' she thought sadly. 'Perhaps…'

" Can Ah meet y' there t'morrow?" Angelique asked, sounding almost desperate. "Ah…-"

"Ange, Y' got an appointment wit' Henri remember?" Remy interrupted her, intent on keeping Angelique from the feral man. "B'sides, Remy don' t'ink Papa would be happy 'bout y' goin' alone."

Ororo wondered why the boy would want to keep her away from them. " Yes… I believe that we should meet you at your house… it would seem more appropriate, then perhaps we could meet your father?"

Remy scowled at Ororo, but made sure that Angelique would not see. ' Remy don' know what y' after, but y' not goin' t' have Angelique!'

" Dat be fine," Remy replied sharply. " Come, p'tite, before Julien notices."

Ororo watched as Remy led Angelique into the crowd and out of the mansion.

" You wondering why that boy is so adamant on keeping us from Rogue?" Logan asked.

Ororo nodded, " Yes, I am… what could they be hiding?"

"We'll find out tomorrow, 'Ro."

Ororo narrowed her eyes at the crowd. ' Whatever you're hiding LeBeau… we'll find out, and we're getting Rogue out of there!'

Unknown to Ororo, Logan was thinking the same thing. ' If that prick lays one hand on her, I'll personally see to it that he doesn't stand when he goes to relieve himself'

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Author's Note: I know! You all waited for months… I'm sorry but this is all that my brain can come up with, especially since I've had writer's block for quite some time… It's rocky, like the prologue…NO!