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Charles Xavier watched Remy enter the med bay from a window invisible to those inside the lab. Remy walked slowly towards Rogue's body. She was merely sleeping heavily, but Xavier could see by the steps Remy took that he as afraid she was already dead.

He observed as Remy rested a hand against the woman's cheek, caressing it gently. He felt a silent sigh of pity for the man, knowing his position, knowing what it was like to be that age in love.

Xavier cursed himself, letting a wash of terrible memories remind him of what love could do. Remy was better off with her dead. It would save him the grief later on.

"What would you like done with him?" Eric's voice asked, interrupting Xavier's thoughts from behind.

Xavier clasped his hands behind his back. "Nothing Eric."

"Nothing?" Eric took a step up beside Xavier, glancing out the window as well.

"Rogue's pain will break him. After that he will be too weak to be a threat to us."

"Do you really believe that Charles?" Eric asked calmly, watching Remy seat himself beside the unconscious Rogue.

"Behind his tough exterior, Remy LeBeau is a compassionate, sensitive man. When he loses his love, nothing else will have meaning to him. He will probably just disappear."

"You seem so sure. But the Remy who worked under my ruling was not a man to underestimate." Eric began to back up, as if to leave the room.

"He would never be able to take out our entire team Eric. Make sure the occupants of this mansion know not to harm him. Let love do that for him."

Eric nodded, hearing the pain escape Xavier's tone. After twenty years the man still thought of Moira and the love they shared, the love he missed. Eric stepped out the sliding door, a grave feeling of mistake swelling in his stomach.

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Kitty Pryde stood from her position hidden behind a shelf of medical equipment. Her fingers slipped through the metal of the shelf, the solid texture escaping her touch. But she had long since gotten used to that feeling.

The only thing she had truly enjoyed touching was dead anyway.

She watched Remy walk into the med bay. She felt her heart swell at his expression, at Rogue's limp body, infected with the drug that killed mutants like her. His desperate, glowing red eyes proved too intense for Kitty and she found herself looking down at her ghost like skin.

She lifted one hand up to her face, taking in its translucent appearance, wondering how much longer she would have to live in this state. She dreamed of death now, as she had for the last year. But the drugs were taking their sweet time in her destruction.

With heavy eyes she lifted her gaze back up to Remy. She watched him finger the power depressor on her wrist, tracing a finger down the side of her body, his eyes filled with complete disbelief.

If Kitty were to guess, she would say Remy was just realizing his love for Rogue. Everything was becoming clear to him. Everything about her. About them.

The same had happened to Kitty when she had lost Lance. Every quirk and annoying trait about him had vanished or become what she actually loved about him.

She watched Remy pick up the fragile Rogue from her bed, holding her in his arms with loving intentions. She could see the firm resolve now focus on his facial features. He had a plan.

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Remy left Bobby behind the glass pane, inching towards the lab doors. He could see the rise and fall of Rogue's chest. She was alive. He stepped closer to her bed, his eyes never once blinking, afraid to miss a moment of her.

His years and experience as a thief, as well as his own mutant ability to pick up the body signatures of others, alerted him to the presence of someone watching him, but he ignored the feeling. His sole object of distraction was the beautiful woman lying in front of him, who even through the injection and disease managed to radiate like no other.

He picked up her limp wrist, fingering the power suppressor on her wrist, before tracing the length of her body. He could tell she was just sleeping heavily, but he felt himself hold his breath as he waited for her eyelids to flutter open.

He began to consider his conversation with Xavier as he waited. Moira was the woman Xavier had loved. A scientist working against their kind. He felt something click in his brain. It seemed he remembered a certain Moira Mctaggert of Scotland. But she did not work against mutants, but rather for them, experimenting with gene research. He collected Rogue's body in his arms. She would not die like this.

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Remy walked out the hall, coming face to face with Bobby Drake who stood silently in his same position, as if his own coherent mind had left his body long ago. And it may have.

"Where're you going?" He asked as innocently as a five year old child might.

"I'm gonna take care o'dis woman Bobby. I'm gonna heal her." Remy tried phrasing it as simply as he could.

Remy watched as the ice melted from Bobby's body, revealing his true human form. He was surprised to see he still had control of that function.

"Alright." Bobby said, stepping aside to allow Remy room to pass. As Remy scooted by he felt Bobby's eyes pierce his back. "Just don't forget the rest o'us Gambit."

Remy stiffened at the name. He had been called that once before, and he didn't believe Bobby had heard it. But he didn't stop walking, the man creeped him out as it was.

Instead he continued down the hall, passing the elevator. He needed to get to the plane hanger.

As he entered the hanger he expected to see the entire team. But only the figure of Kitty Pryde greeted him, seated below a small plane, as if she had read his mind.

He tried smiling, the action feeling fake on his lips as he walked towards her. He felt a stirring in his arms as he got closer, and looking down he saw Rogue open her eyes.

"Hey chere," he whispered, his voice choked.

"Why are ya carrying meh swamp rat? Ain't Ah the stronger o'the two o'us?"

Remy warmed at her faint smile, her struggle to stay strong. He placed her gently down on the ground, grasping hold of her hand.

"We're gonna find a way to cure ya chere," Remy explained as he led her up the planes ramp, Kitty following close behind them.

Rogue took a deep breath, holding one bare hand up to her face, the blue splotches confirming her fear.

"There ain't much o'a chance Remy. They've already injected meh. Ya know as well as Ah do what happens next."

Remy sucked in the nervous anxiety running through is veins. He would look strong for her. Believe what she would not.

"I'm taking us ta someone Rogue. We'll find a way."

Rogue nodded as Remy let go of her hand, moving about the small plane. She watched him disassemble the tracking devices aboard, before seating himself in the pilot position, Rogue at his side.

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Rogue watched the ocean pass below them, fairly certain where Remy was taking them, uncertain of how the woman would handle their appearance. But as they landed on the pad of the Muir Island's lab garage, Rogue knew she would find out soon enough.

The trio exited the plane, walking across the empty garage, their footsteps echoing inside the giant interior. The lack of anyone there to greet them gave Remy the shivers as they headed outside of the large building.

The sharp wind instantly hit their faces, biting in welcome, forcing their eyes to squeeze shut. Remy reached an arm around Rogue, pulling her to him, as neither had a coat to protect them from the colder weather.

But it was beautiful, or it would have been if the circumstances had been better. The edge of the islands mass was just barely visible behind the fog rolling in. Bare land stretched for miles, the only sign of life the large complex that served as a medical facility.

Remy watched Kitty glide up in front of the couple. She didn't look cold at all, but Remy supposed her phasing ability kept even the weather from touching her.

"Ello' there," the strong accented voice carried over the wind, causing the three to turn around at the sudden intrusion.

The woman's red hair whipped around her violently, her position a top the hill firm, confident, her posture straight. Looking into her eyes Remy could see the light of her intelligence recognize them. But she merely took a deep breath and motioned with one hand for them to follow her.

The three hurried to catch up to her, Remy eying her for any sort of trickery, false motives. But her emotions seemed stable given the situation.

Remy joined her side, making sure Rogue was right behind him, his hand reaching out of hers. When he felt the warmth of her skin touch his, he faced Moira again.

"Y'know who we are chere."

"Ay, I do. You're some o'Xavier's proud students. His chosen ones. His private army." Her words came out hoarse, bitter with disgust.

"We ain't his students no more." Remy whispered, watching her turn slightly, eying him with distrust. But Remy's red orbs could never hide his true emotions, if one knew exactly how to look at them. "We were shunned," Remy finished.

"I thought he killed the ones he didn't want," Moira said, her pace speeding up by her obvious anger.

"He does. Dese two women are infected wit something dat is slowly killing dem."

They entered a smaller building then, the wind finally giving them peace. Moira stopped then, the lighting much better inside. She took a good look at the three.

Remy watched her inhale deeply as she took hold of Kitty Pryde. But Moira hid her astonishment well, her eyes jumping behind her to the facility within.

"Y're here ta ask for me help then?" Moira asked, nearly breathlessly.

"Oui." Remy stated slowly.

Moira whipped her head around, strands of her fire red hair marking her features.

"Fine. Come wit me then. I'll see what I can do."

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Remy sat drumming his fingers against the computer console, impatience lacing through his veins. He heard the door behind him whoosh open, but his eyes stayed forward, watching out the large glass window that gave view of the lab below.

The quiet footsteps inched up behind him. He felt the weight of a hand lay down on the back of his chair. His fingers stopped their incessant noise as he clasped them in his lap, waiting for Moira to speak.

"She's a strong woman," Moira commented, pointing a finger up against the glass towards Rogue. "Even if Ay cannot finda cure, she'll hold out as long as she possibly can."

Remy stood up, his wheeled chair slamming back against the wall. He watched Moira turn ever so slightly, a small smirk on her features.

"Rogue ain't gonna die. Not like dat." Remy stated affirmatively, his jaw tight, his eyes serious, blazing red.

Moira watched him closely, her head rising a bit in observance, her smirk still evident. She crossed her arms, her eyes squinting at Remy's frustration.

The muscles in Remy's chest finally released. "I've watched too many die like dat," he finished quietly.

Moira nodded, but offered not movement of sympathy. Instead she moved to the console, playing with the monitor. "Why don't ya go take a walk Remy." She looked up briefly, a warm smile on her lips now. "And don't forget ta breath dear."

Remy nodded, inhaling a large breath at her words. He left her to her work, exiting the small control room. She was right, he had a lot of nervous energy coursing through him. He needed a basketball. And a court. Remy smiled then, walking down the empty hallway, his footsteps echoing. He needed his bike.

He began to casually read the clipboards hanging on each individual door as he walked by, his eyes grazing over each one quickly. He stopped to peer in through the small glass pane of one door, curious.

A small girl lay curled up on a comfortable looking cot, a blanket wrapped tightly around her thin frame. Her straight black hair contrasted violently against the white sheets, spreading down her back in spirals. Her eyes were wide open, blinking rapidly as if in frantic thought. A few seconds later she changed positions, rolling to face the wall. It was then that the scars on her bareback became visible. Bright red strips vertically and diagonally lined her pale skin as he watched her shudder beneath the blanket.

Quickly Remy stepped back, glancing at the clipboard before heading down the hall.

Jubilation Lee.

Remy swallowed and continued on, afraid to look beyond any more doors. But his eyes, trained to pick up every little detail, continued to scan the charts, until one familiar name appeared.

Wolverine.

Remy had heard that name once. Or rather, he had seen it. He hadn't known much about Logan, but he had been there when Betsy was killed. In fact, he had been the one to pry her body away from the crazy man. It was then that he had seen the chain around his neck; the silver strip engraved with the name Wolverine.

Remy could not help but look into this window. It had been a short while since he had seen the man. He was curious how he had made it across an ocean.

Staring into the small cell he saw no one. But just as instantly a body flashed across the window, a snarling face meeting Remy's still calm red eyes. The man growled even louder when he did not gage a reaction from Remy.

"What're ya doing here bub?" His voice was slightly muffled by the glass, but still definable.

"Could ask you de same thing Logan. Thought you might o'died out there in dis harsh, harsh world." Remy pulled a cigarette out of his pocket as he spoke, placing it to his lips and lighting it with his fingertip.

"Ya forget I don't die easily Cajun. I.." Logan paused as he began to sniff in the air. Suddenly he slammed his fist up against the door. "Why the fuck do I smell Anna's blood on ya Cajun!?"

Remy pulled the cigarette from his mouth slowly, his thoughts still on Logan's previous statement. "Cause she spit up blood on de way over here and I-

Remy paused then too, his eyes going wide as something clicked. Remy dropped the cigarette, putting it out right there in the hall.

And then he ran.

He was going to save Rogue.

And maybe, just maybe he would have a happy ending to one part of his life.