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I have just introduced Pyro in the last chapter. Yay Pyro! Anyhoo.. RoguesHeart has a very good idea for this chapter..she thinks..* awkward silence* ( I'm talking in third person in case you didn't know). Toot like a moose. Thanks to my lovely readers! Thanks to: Ishandahalf, Floods-Evo,

Ms. Writer, and Anime Addicted for reviewing! YAY REVIEWS! Thanks to your lovely reviews I have been once more inspired to write a new chapter. If only I knew if I should add Pietro into the mix. But first I must reunite the Southern Belle Rogue with the Ragin' Cajun Remy. Oh how will I do such a thing?

Recap: Pyro comes into the story. Has fun making food explode, gets kicked out, runs into the Scarlet Witch. Now Wanda and Tabitha are stalking him. ~ But for right now..I shall reunite our favorite love couple and we shall meet the Master's assistant ( 2nd in command).

ON WITH THE STORY:

Chapter 13: Memories and Reunions

" Sometimes, I wish I could just forget

the past in hopes of finding a different

future."

~ RoguesHeart~

By the time Rogue had returned to the base, the sun was already beginning to rise. Taking a small moment to bask in the light of the new day, she proceeded to walk into the headquarters. As she turned a corner in the hallway, she ran into Cadmus. He was a man of a lanky build but his looks more than made up for his gangly deportment. He was one of syndicate leaders of the guild. Even though he had to watch over all the T.M.A. guilds, he still had found himself watching over the original members of the T.M.A.

" G'day t' you Rogue."

Rogue smiled sweetly at him.

" Mornin' ta ya ta Cadmus."

Cadmus gazed over her with worried expression. His brown eyes glistened with a slight concern .

" Did the mission not go as planned?"

Rogue glanced back at Cadmus and met his gaze with hers.

" Ah managed ta kill Marius…"

" And?"

" There was an unexpected glitch in the procedure."

Cadmus's eyes widened but he allowed his expression to remain neutral.

" Do y' want to talk about it?"

Rogue shook her head. Cadmus gave her such a withering look that she had to respond.

" Ah had ta kill off Thaddeus Bordreaux as well."

" Why?"

" He was a witness."

" Oh.."

Almost instantly, he grabbed her hand and led her to an open balcony. The balcony oversaw the cliffside and she was able to see the sunrise perfectly. Resting his hand on her shoulder, Cadmus gazed down at her.

" You are not t' blame, Rogue."

" Ah know."

" No y' don't..I can tell that y' already tryin' to blame y'self fo' this."

" No ah'm not."

" Yes, y' are."

" What if ah am?!"

Rogue's hands shook with pent up fury but she couldn't help but feel shame for snapping at Cadmus. (* A/N: the gene is acting up!*)

" Ah'm sorry."

" No need t' be Rogue.. But like I said none of it is your fault, y' were just doing y're

job."

Your Job…..Your…. job

Flashback:

"Wat' be de problem sis?"

Rogue looked away from the night sky to gaze at Spike. He was leaning over her head while munching on a turkey sandwich. His emerald green eyes bore into hers with a slight apprehension. Smiling weakly at him, Rogue turned her gaze back up to the stars.

" Nothin' really, bro."

Spike plopped down next to Rogue on the roof. This was always the place they always went when they wanted to escape reality. None of the others thought to come to the headquarters roof, considering nobody was really crazy enough to attempt climb it anyways. Rogue had been the first one to come up there the day when she had a nervous breakdown about her powers. It had taken Spike nearly half the day to find her even with his empathetic powers.

" I know dere sumthin buggin ya."

Rogue sighed and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

" Ever wonder if what were doing is wrong?"

Spike glanced at Rogue before answering.

" I thought 'bout it before, I don' really know.."

Rogue sat up and looked down at Spike.

" Have ya ever thought that some of the people that we've killed don't deserve death?"

Spike closed his eyes tightly.

" I dunno if we can judge them."

Sighing deeply, Rogue held back tears.

" But Spike, ah do."

Spike lifted his arm and placed it around Rogue's shoulders.

" Y' don' judge people, de Fate striker does."

" Last time ah checked ah was Fate Striker."

Spike spun her around to face him.

"Non, y' are Rogue not de Fate Striker."

Rogue glared straight into his eyes.

" Ah'm not even Rogue."

Spike frowned.

" Yes, y' are Rogue.."

" It's not even mah real name."

Shrugging passively, Spike looked up at the sky.

" And mah name isn't really Spike.. But dat doesn't change who ah really am just like de

Fate Striker doesn't change who y' really are."

" And who am ah Spike?"

Spike looked down and sighed once more.

" Y' are mah sister Rogue.. De only one who knows de real me."

" But what about the Fate Striker?"

Grasping her hand, Spike pulled her up to stand with him.

" Listen Rogue, Y' are y' own person and y' can't let de Fate Striker decide who y'

are. The Fate Striker is y' job but not y' life."

Smiling weakly , Rogue embraced Spike in a short hug.

" Thanks for tryin' Spike."

Frowning slightly, Spike returned the hug.

" No prob. Sis, just hope y' keep dat in mind."

End of Flash back:

" Hey Rogue, are y' in dere?"

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she glanced up at Cadmus. He was waving his hand in front of her face.

" Oh yeah sorry Cadmus."

Frowning, Cadmus nodded. Looking at the sunrise then back at her again, his face was dead serious.

" Y' should go report to Essex now."

" Yes, sir."

Turning down the hallway, she started to head down to the main office. Before she entered, she turned to face Cadmus.

" Thanks for trying."

Cadmus stared at her with a confused expression.

" Trying?..y' mean it didn't work?"

" Like ah said..thanks fo' trying."

With that, Rogue turned into the room with a slight smirk spread across her face.

" Good Morning, Rogue."

" Good Morning, Sir."

Rogue watched as Essex look up slowly from his desk. She never really liked the man in the first place. She merely tolerated him. If it wasn't for the services he provided the Master, she would have dropped him (like a bad habit).

Everyone knew what he did in the basement. He had his very own private laboratory, in which he was permitted to use for his own personal uses. At times an occasional agonizing scream would float its way above the ground, grasping their attention. But master had told them to avoid going down there, if anyone of them were to be caught sneaking around in any of his labs he would allow for Essex to issue any punishment that he saw fit. Essex, whose codename was Sinister, was the typical version of a mad scientist. He was the one who had given her the elixir when she was younger and he was the one who had experimented on her when the gene began to form.

Not only did he mess with her head before, he still had to now. Ever since Spike went AWOL, her gene had been going haywire from time to time. It was up to Sinister to control the gene from splicing her DNA. Rogue wasn't particularly happy with having nightly sessions with Sinister. Especially when he put her in a supposed "deep sleep". She always saw a pair of demonic red eyes gazing at her. She just couldn't place where she saw them before. On asking Sinister if he had known what the dreams meant he merely glared at her suspiciously and dismissed her before answering. Every time she awoke from the dream, she always had a warm feeling next to her heart.

Snapping out of her stupor, Rogue turned to address Sinister.

" Ah have came to report."

" I may have guessed that Rogue."

" Yes sir, sorry sir."

Nodding in acknowledgement, Sinister flipped through files that he had in his desk drawer.

" And what is Marius Bordreaux's status?"

" The target has been eliminated, sir."

" Excellent.. What of Julien Bordreaux?"

Rogue stared at him with a fixed gaze.

" As of yet, his whereabouts are unknown."

" Unknown?"

" Yes, Ah have used all my sources in attempts to find him but they have all come up emptyhanded."

Looking away from the files, Sinister gave her a hard glare.

" You are to find Julien by any means necessary."

" Yes sir."

" Dismissed."

Nodding, Rogue turned on heel and began to head out of the door when she was stopped by Sinister's voice.

" Rogue."

" Yes sir?"

" On second thought, bring him here to me."

" Yes sir."

Without giving her a second glance, Sinister returned to his paperwork.

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" How much longer till we get dere, homme?"

" 'Bout five minutes."

" Merde, can' dis t'ing fly any faster?"

" Will ya shut up Gumbo?!"

" Why don' y' make Remy, Wolvie?"

The group had been like this for a full three hours. They had immediately boarded on one of Spike's jet planes when he had sworn that he felt a twinge of Rogue's emotions. Between Spike's dramatic mood swings, Remy's agitation, and Logan's short temper, the flight had proven to be very unpleasant. Remy was so completely absorbed in finding his Chere that it didn't bother him to be in a plane. Spike was engrossed with getting to New Orleans in the quickest way possible. Logan, who knows what he was thinking. Besides the typical idea of slicing the Cajun into a gazillion pieces so that his grandmother's mother couldn't find him.

They figured it would be a lot safer to drop Aurora and her child off in Spike's Paris home. At least she would have a chance of escape if anyone tried to get to her. Of course, Aurora felt as if it was her fault that Rogue had been captured but after constant reassurance that the master's men would have found anyway to get her, she managed to settle down. Naturally the excuse wasn't enough to rid Aurora of her guilt.

" We are reaching in the vicinity of the French Quarter in T-minus 5..4..3..2..."

" Stop playin' 'round Spike."

" Sorry, Rem… couldn' t resist."

Spike landed the jet in a somewhat secluded section of the Bayou. When they all filed out of the jet, Spike made sure he laid down the ground rules. (* ooh landing….ground get it? never mind..)

" Okay, guys…Y' know de rules."

" Wha' rules?"

" No killin' people unless provoked and definitely don't kill a T.M. A. member."

" Why?" Logan grumbled.

" Because, when a T.M.A. agent dies, 5 more come to hunt y' and y' family or loved ones

Down and slaughter them."

" Bit harsh, neh?"

Spike shrugged nonchalantly.

" What can ah say..it's the T.M.A. way."

After a brief argument the men decided that they should split up. Remy headed south, Spike headed North, and Logan just "used his senses" and went wherever he pleased. Before they left, Spike handed them each a communicator so they would be able to stay in touch anywhere in the city.

As Remy walked down the streets of New Orleans, his thoughts drifted to the past. Back when he used to be happy here in New Orleans. Granted that he was born and raised here, he still loved the place. Its just the people he had grown to dislike, especially a certain group.

There had been a time where could've been genuinely happy despite the whole guild business. He had been engaged to his childhood friend, Belladonna. When he was first told about their preordained engagement, he was overjoyed. He had thought he loved her. Now he knew that he never had truly loved her. Sure he cared deeply for her, especially her well being..but he never really loved her. Not like he loved Rogue. She was the light of his life and now she was God knows where in who knows what kind of trouble. He couldn't take it, he never used to care so much about one person. Especially a woman. But Rogue was different, she had stripped away his fears and worries with a single smile. Oh how he longed for her to be there right now. He didn't care how she got here just as long as she was beside his side once more. He ached just to hold her again, to caress her soft skin and feel it pressed against his own. It was amazing how much a single touch from her meant to him. It was as if everything she did had an affect on him. If she was sad, he was sad…if she was happy, then you'd better damn well believe that he was ecstatic.

Gazing through the crowded streets, he managed to catch glimpses of two familiar men. Henri and Jean Luc LeBeau. Creeping up behind the shorter bald man, he leaned down to whisper.

" Been a while now hasn't it?"

The man must've jumped fifty feet in the air before whipping out a small silver dagger. Instead of attacking, the man took a hard look at Remy. Eyes widening, Remy watched as the man's face turned from anger to shock, to joy in mere seconds.

" Remy LeBeau y' rascal it's been ages!"

The man engulfed Henri in a hug so tight that it could make Rogue's compare to one of a teddy bear.

" Bonjour Henri,!"

Suddenly he felt a hard smack on the back of his head.

" Merde!, What was dat fo'?!"

Whipping around he saw an older but handsome man standing behind him. Grin spread wide across his face.

" Dat was for not writing, callin', or sayin' kiss mah ass for 5 years straight!"

" Remy missed y' too."

Jean Luc's face curved into a slight smile and his eyes glistened.

" So what's brought y' down 'ere?"

Remy's faced lost a bit of luster as he spoke.

" It not be happy.."

Henri nodded and led them all to a café table.

" So what be havin' y' down Remy?"

Remy fidgeted with his cards as he spoke.

" Remy down 'ere t' find his Chere."

Raising an eyebrow, Henri exchanged glances with Jean Luc.

" Did m' ears decieve me or did Remy jus' say his Chere?"

" Non, mon garcon just said dat."

Remy grinned before turning his attention back to his cards.

" Now why would y' femme be down 'ere Remy?"

Shaking his head, Remy answered.

" Don' really know de whole story, but Remy can't be tellin' y' either way."

" Why?"

" De Chere made Remy promise 'long time ago."

Jean Luc nodded sympathetically with his son.

" Coul' y' tell us anyt'in?..maybe we can help?"

Remy smiled weakly. But shook his head slightly.

" Non."

Henri lifted his index finger into the air.

" Ahh..de LeBeau loyalty has taken it's effect."

Jean Luc laughed despite his usual reserved nature.

" I raised him all too well.."

Remy raised his hand to his chest in mock hurt.

" Dat wounds poor Remy.. Besides Remy really can' be tellin' y' anyt'in."

Jean Luc stared at his son. He had definitely changed. He remembered the time when all Remy did was tease and flirt with women nonstop. Not really caring for them besides the usual chivalry that was taught to all LeBeau men. But it seems that this woman that he's looking for has changed that all for him. Remy had a certain glint in his eyes that indicated as much. He remembered the feeling all too well.

" Seems de woman has stolen de prince of t'ieve's heart."

Remy gazed into his father's eyes.

"It be true, I love dat girl."

The initial change from third person had caught both Henri's and Jean Luc's attention. Henri stared at his brother sympathetically.

" I know y' Remy LeBeau.. Y' will find her again."

" Merci, mon frere."

Desperate to change the subject, Remy looked at Jean Luc Lebeau.

" So what y' doin' out here so early?"

Looking somber, he answered.

" We jus' received word dat Marius and Thaddeus Bordreaux has been killed."

Remy raised his eyebrow inquisitively.

" By who?"

" Don' know..De assassins suspect it was one of us." answered Henri.

" But it wasn't?"

" Non, We expected dat it was one of dere own..but.."

" But what.."

Jean Luc stared straight at Remy.

" Well for one, de way he was killed wasn't like either of de guilds. He was sliced t'rough de

neck and stabbed in de head between de eyes. And if dat wasn't enough he was holdin'

onto a vile of elixir. "

At the word elixir, Remy felt a rush of memories hit him as he remembered the conversation they all had in Paris about the elixir of life.

" What would he be want'n wit de Elixir?"

" Don' know..All we know is dat dis is slowly dissipating de little bit of piece dat we be having

Left between de guilds."

Standing up abruptly Remy placed all the pieces together in his head and found one answer. The T.M.A. had sent Rogue to kill Marius for breaking the tithes.

" What's wrong Remy?"

Glancing at both Henri and Jean Luc, he answered.

" Remy knows where his Chere be."


Wooooh. . . Starting to get a bit interesting now huh? Don't worry, now I know I said I would reunite them in this chapter and well I didn't but.. They most likely be reunited in the next. And when that happens.. Let the Romyness ensue!! And the angst/drama/violence. Then it will be off to save the Xmen from a fate worse than death with a little help from our favorite Aussie and his Girlfriend!

So far I have 2 votes on who Pyro should be with. And it's kinda not helping see:

Pyro w/ Wanda- 1 vote

Pyro w/ Tabitha- 1 vote

Err..see my predicament?! Oh yeah and just because Rogue and Remy and the others go to rescue the others doesn't mean that Rogue and Spike's past is over yet! THE PAIN WILL JUST BE BEGINNING! Or did we all forget our lovely little factors yet?

1. Aurora had her baby

2. Aspen needs torture

3. The new leader 's rebirth

OH yeah and I do need an answer on the Pietro thing! Should he come?

YES?

NO?

Don't worry, I shall be adding some nice Pyro humor in! As well as Spike and the gang humor as well! BOH: Bring in the Brotherhood!! Let's just say the ideas are flowing. .. . Such as the debate of:
Xmen vs. Justice League

Batman vs. Superman

Spiderman vs. Mr. Sinister

Spongebob vs. Patrick

Goku vs. Inuyasha

Yes this will be a veeerrrrryy long story.. Get over it. I'm adding all elements here BEB! And its free.. I guess. *ahem* REVIEW PLEASE! YAY REVIEWS!! I NEED REVIEWS IN ORDER TO CONTINUE.. IT'S LIKE FUEL! I mean you saw inspired I was to write the past few chapters imagine how much I will be if you review more! IT'LL BE CRAZY!!

Toot like a moose: I'm on a caffeine high and its 2:00 in the morning!!! I'm going to bed now.. BuhBye!

~RoguesHeart~