Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own the X-men. And I have come to realise the sad truth. Warren Worthington the 3rd is not even a real person. I feel so depressed. But maybe I could sell the lovely set of china dolls on Ebay and then I might have enough money to buy the x-men.

This one (like chapter 2) will be written in the point of view of Rogue, just because its easy. Please enjoy. And I would like to apologise to any fans of the fuzzy dude. It's just I could find no one better to fit the part.

I looked at him sitting in the danger room. All alone. Isolated. I certainly knew how that felt, being isolated from society by my powers. He looked so weak and helpless. Somehow it didn't seem right o see him like this. I unlocked the door and the four of us walked in. He didn't look up as we walked in. "Thought you might come." he said quietly, "But Remy t'ink it's best if y' leave Chere. Remy sorry chere. But it for de best."

"Ya didn't do it Remy. I know it. Logan knows it. Storm knows it. Even Betsy knows it. Yer innocent Remy." I said.

For the first time he looked up and examined each of us in turn. "What y' all doin here?"

Logan stepped forward and said, "well I'm here to find out whose been stealing ma job of beatin' up Scott Summers." I watched as a faint smile passed quickly across his lips and then it was gone, just as soon as it had came.

"We're all here to find out the truth luv." said Betsy.

"It's best dis way Betsy. Best leave it dat way." said Remy looking away from us.

"Let me read your mind Remy."

"non."

"We thought you might say that Cajun." said Logan as he pulled out the can and sprayed it at Remy. "That's why we brought the sleeping gas."

Storm summoned a small wind so the gas was completely fixed on Remy. In a matter of seconds he collapsed to the floor, asleep.

"Right, I'll link you all up to Remy's brain." said Betsy. "An what I'll do is find the memory of when Scott as stabbed. Shouldn't be that hard. We'll see the memory as if we were there, but we wont be seen."

Suddenly I was overcome by darkness. I looked around and all I saw was never ending pitch black. When I looked to my left I saw, Logan, Storm and Betsy.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Remy's brain." said Betsy.

"Empty. As I always expected." said Logan.

I nudged him in the ribs, "So what now Betsy?"

"I find the memory.................. Found it."

The blackness began to take on some colour. Eventually it looked just like the Xavier institutes Kitchen. And there sitting at the counter eating a tub of Ben and Jerry's cookie dough was Remy.

He was soon joined by Kurt. "Bonjour mon amis. Why don ya grab a spoon from de drawer and join me."

"Guten tag Remy. Don mind eef I do." said Kurt grabbing a spoon from the drawer and sitting down beside Remy, "So. You are steel gonna ask ma sister?"

"Defiantly. Aint Nuthing gonna stop me now." said Remy smiling.

"Gud, gud." said Kurt nodding his head.
I wondered for a while what it was Remy was going to ask me when Scott walked in. "Good evening Gentleman. And what is keeping us all up this evening?"

Scott walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer and leaned against the counter. Remy held up the ice cream tub in reply to Scott's question but Kurt just glared. "Craving for ice cream eh? Well I sure got a craving but it sure aint for ice cream." Said Scott taking a long drink of his beer.

Kurt looked confused for a moment. Remy saw his puzzlement and mouthed to him 'Miss Frost.' It only made Kurt glare more and say, "Ze grass hasn't even covered the grave of your wife and already you look to Miss Frost?"

Scott nearly choked on his beer, "Kurt. It's not like you to voice your opinion like that!"

"Well eet's about time I did. Jean is dead Scott. And all you can do is sleep with Miss Frost! Eet is, terrible ze vay you just cast Jean off like zat! I cant stand it!"

"What I do in my personal life is of no consequence to you Mr Wagner. And this is very unlike you Kurt. I expect this from Remy who always wishes for his opinion to be heard on the matter of my dead wife. But yet now he stays silent. Do not let me hold you back Mister LeBeau."

Remy looked away thoughtfully for a moment and then turned back round to face Scott grinning, "Jean Grey wasn't known as Phoenix fer nothing ya know. She died, she came back. I bet she could do it again. So I will say only dis. Although Kurt here would be quite happy to kill ya right now fer abusing yer dead wife in such a way, I am more content t'wait fer Jean T' come back and take her revenge on ya in de way she see's fit. Which I believe would be better dan anyt'in Kurt could do."

Remy returned his attention to the cookie dough, grinning. "Good answer." said Logan who stood beside me. I couldn't have agreed with him more.

"Abuse my dead wife? Huh. Might I remind you Remy that you are the one who, up until a year ago, was dating a girl who you could never have a future with."

Remy looked up at Scott, his eyes flashing with rage, "Ya can say what ya want bout me, but don you ever insult ma chere."

There was silence for a while and then Kurt shouted, "You killed Jean!"

"Don't be so ridiculous Kurt! Magneto killed Jean!"

"But you killed her inside!! You killed her soul! When she found out about you and Mees Frost, zat broke her. She vas never ze same after zat!!"

"It's funny how you seem to forget Jeans attraction to Logan but are quick to point out my attraction to Emma!"

"Look would you both calm down." said Remy standing up. Kurt stood up also and backed into the open cutlery drawer.

"Oh look at this. Remy LeBeau, telling us to calm down. Well lets see how calm he is when I say that no matter what you do Remy, you and Rogue have no future-"

"I'm warning you Summers."

"What ya gonna do?"

"Well punch you for starters."

"Is that it. Well what can I expect, never could hold your temper, could you Remy?"

"Scott."

"You know I wonder why Rogue puts up with such a weak thing like you."

"Summers."

"You know I wouldn't be surprised if she left you for a real man. Like Pitor for instance-"

At that moment Kurt lunged at Scott, the kitchen knife in his hand. "KURT! NO!" Screamed Remy.

But it was too late.

The blade had already sunk deep into Scott's Stomach.

Kurt pulled out the knife and Scott screamed, I watched as Remy held on to Scott, his shirt staining with blood as he slowly lowered Scott to the floor. Remy then looked up at the knife in Kurts hand, "I didn't… It was….. I didn't mean to….zere's so much blood." Rambled Kurt as he sank down onto the floor.

Remy reached over Scott and prised the knife out of Kurts hand. I watched as he looked at the blooded knife and then dropped it down on the floor beside him.

"Oh Remy…..Vhat am I gonna do! If zey find out, zey'll send me to prison. Remy, I don't vant to go to prison. Not now. I mean, I have keety to zink of."

"Kurt."Said Remy softly.

"Oh mein gutt.!! Keety. I should have zought of her. Oh mein gutt. She'll never see em again after zis."

"KURT! Listen to me." I watched as Kurt slowly turned to look at Remy, "I have an idea. We'll say………..we'll say I did it-"

"Oh Remy, nein-"

"OUI!. Look at de evidence. My shirt is covered in blood, I have motive and my fingerprints are now all over de knife."

"But Remy, zey vill send you to prison!"

"I'll survive."

"But Rogue?! Vhat about her?!"

"…………. I love her. I'd do anyt'in fer her. Which is why I'm doing everyt'in possible to stop her brother from going to prison. But quick pass me that kitchen towel, I'll try and stop the bleeding, and den maybe I'll be done for GBH (A.N: Grievous Bodily Harm) instead of murder."

The kitchen began to dissolve and we found ourselves back in the danger room. Remy was still sleeping on the floor. We looked at each other. "It was Kurt. Not Remy." I said softly.

"Remy was taking the blame." Said Storm.

"We need to find Kurt! There's no telling what he'll do next!" I said urgently.

"Oh my god!"

"What is it Storm."

"He's with Kitty!"