Disclaimer: X-men's not mine. But if I did I would never, never, never, never have poor Gambit blinded by his own card!! (Uncanny X-men)

I watched as they entered the room. Jean was in tears and Scott was doing his best to calm her down. He sat her down in a chair and handed her a box of tissues. "Thanks Scott." she said sobbing.

He smiled and said, "Anything for my wife."

I watched as Scott turned away to look out the window, his smile fading away.

"I should really go see how Rogue's doing." said Jean quietly.

"No." Jean looked shocked at Scott's sharp answer.

Scott then continued through gritted teeth, "She's got Pitor."

Jean nodded, "it's good she has someone."

Scott let out a sharp laugh, but one that was without laughter. Again Jean looked shocked. "Scott? Have you got something against Pitor?"

Scott turned to face her saying, "They way you said 'it's good she had someone.' You think she never had 'someone'? She had someone. She just didn't realise it."

"Rogue is very upset just now Scott-"

"Yes Jean. Everyone is upset right now. But that is not an excuse for-" I watched as Scott quickly turned back round to look out the window, not finishing his sentence.

"Excuse for what?" asked Jean.

"Nothing. I never should have said anything."

"Scott. Please. Tell me."

He slowly turned back round to face Jean and slowly began to say, "The last mission….. The Senitals, they were……they were……killing. Killing every mutant they saw. When we were in the jet looking down on them I heard Remy say, 'This looks familiar.'"

A massacre. Yes. It was familiar.

I heard Scott say, "Well lets get down there and do something."

I checked had all the necessities for battle. Cards? Check. Bo Staff? Check. Scott looked over at me. He looked concerned. "Are you alright Gambit?" he asked.

"Oui. Gambit be fine." I lied.

"Your lying. I cant have you going into battle like this."

"Like what?!" I demanded.

Scott looked awkward for a while then said, "Well ever since Pitor and Rogue got together-"

"I'm fine Scott." I said interrupted.

"Well. I just thought. Id ask. You can still stay in the jet if you want." I glared at him. "Stupid question. Well. Let's go then."

The jet landed. The door's opened. What we saw was carnage. There were people running all over the place. Trying to escape the Senitals. We were immediately thrown into battle. There was explosions everywhere, some created by myself. I could hear Scott calling a retreat. I turned and watched as he and several of the others were ushering people onto the Jet. He started making his way over to me. "Gambit, we gotta get on the Jet. There's too many."

I agreed. There was a dent in the number of Senitals, thanks to Wolverines rage, but still hundreds were making their way towards us. And then I saw her.

She must have been ten years old. She had long dark hair and pale skin. But it was her two dazzling green eyes that stood out. And there she was. Just standing there. Tears running down the side of her face. Just standing there, a Senital coming up behind her.

I began to run towards her. "GAMBIT!!!!" Called Scott. But I wasn't listening. I just needed to save that girl. When I reached her I scooped her up into my arms and began to run back to the Jet. There was dust swirling around us I could hardly see anything, even the massive jet. We were so close. But when I got there, it was taking off. They were leaving without us. At that moment I felt a searing pain down my back. It burned at my skin. I dropped the girl and she fell to the ground. She still had a chance to survive. I had shielded her from most of the blast. Or so I thought. When I dropped her, she didn't get up. Her face was some what whiter and her cheek was scorched. But her eyes were still open, those dazzling green eyes. I fell to the ground and everything went black.

"…..and we had just took off. When we didn't see him coming back. We…….I….assumed he was dead. But he wasn't. He was…….he was still alive. I had given the order to Take off. And he was left behind. Him and that little girl." Scott turned away from Jean.

So it was him. He gave the order. He was the one, that made me what I was now. And then it hit me. Andrew had said it was me that needed to help them. He didn't say it was going to be easy. He didn't say I could just wave my hand and everything was okay. I had to do something I don't think I could ever do. Help the people who had left me.

I had to do it. It was my duty as an Angel to do it. I had to help them. But I couldn't just do anything. It had to come from the heart.

Jean stood up and walked over to Scott saying, "it wasn't you fault Scott. You had a duty. You needed to save all those people. If you had stayed you would have died along with all those people. Gambit would understand. One life for hundreds."

Scott shook his head and said, "But would he Jean? It's not as if I can ask him."

"I do understand Scott!" but he couldn't hear me. How am I supposed to help them when they cant see me. When they cant even hear me! But then I looked at Jean and I knew what I had to do.

I placed my hand on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, "I do understand Scott."

"He does understand Scott." Said Jean suddenly. Even she looked shocked at her statement. The voice didn't sound like her own. The accent anyway was defiantly not her own.

"Ya just had t'do yer duty. As does everyone else. One life fer hundreds. I get that." I said again quietly into her ear, and she repeated it, Every word.

Scott looked at her and took her in his arms and whispered, "Your right Jean. Your right."

I smiled as I watched them stand there and hold each other, helping each other. As I walked out the room I heard Scott say, "What was with the accent though?"

I heard Jean let out a small laugh and say, "What can I say? An Angel whispered in my ear."

Smiling I walked down the corridor, ready to help, well, anyone that needed help.

Yeah. I know. This was a rubbish chapter. But i was never any good at the whole Jean and Scott thing. The next one's will be better. Well..... i hope so. LOL.