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Full Summary (So far): Logan returns to Xavier's Institute three months after the incident at Alkali Lake, only to find out that the girl he had sworn to protect long ago was in a coma. Seeking answers, he heads into the city, only to find someone who might hold all the answers.


Eyes like two shining emeralds.

Skin like fresh milk.


So clean, so pure.

So full of pain.

He didn't even know her name, he didn't know anything about the girl except one thing. Elle était un ange (She was an angel). An angel that had stolen his heart, and robbed him of peace of mind. The girl had come so swiftly into his life, and he never knew if he would see her again.

Remy LeBeau, the man known as the Prince of Thieves as well as the Thief of Hearts, sat at a corner table in some smokey bar in New York City. He didn't like Yanks, he didn't like snobby rich folk, he sure as hell didn't like the cold weather; but for some unknown reason, he couldn't leave. He had to find the girl with the jeweled eyes, at least find out her name. After that, he could go on his merry way, after that she wouldn't haunt his every waking moment. After that. . He held onto that thought as if it were a mantra, that he would be fine after he found out her name. Maybe, just maybe if he kept telling himself that, he'd believe it.

The Rabid Wolverine was on the prowl again tonight, he had to find out what had happened to Marie, his Marie. He was possessive over her, in a form that no one would ever realize. After Jeanie died, she was his main concern, always had been his main concern, but if he didn't focus on Marie, he would begin to slip into the depression that had taken him over for three months after Jean's death.

It was love, but not in the sense of waxing poetics. It was a love that made no sense to anyone, not even to the man so ruthless as Logan. He loved her, but not in the romantic sense at all. It was. . . As if Marie were his only link to the sane world, and he had to hold onto that, but the grasp upon that link was loosening minute by minute.

Flashback

"Logan, you're back!" The gentle voice of Storm, also known as Ororo Munroe rang clearly in his ears as he opened up the front door to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Children. He had left again, this time he was gone for three months, three long months after Jean Grey's death at Alkali Lake. He had to grieve in his own way, and in that grieving, he realized that there was still another soul that needed him.

"'Course I am darlin', didn't think I'd stay away forever did you?" He gave a gruff smile, wrapping his arms around the lithe form of the Weather Goddess, taking in the scents all around him. He paused, as he couldn't pick up one scent, it was as if it never truly existed to begin with, his entire body tensed. "Where's Rogue?"

Ororo slowly pulled away from Logan, looking up into his eyes, her voice soft and filled with sadness. "Rogue was injured one night in the park. There was an encounter with a few of Magento's lackey's. They were trying to take her again. One of them, did a terrible amount of damage." As she spoke, the Weather Goddess' emotional control was becoming overbearing, clouds began to roll over the sky, and it began to rain, mimicing the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Logan's mind flew into overdrive. No! Not his Marie! How, why, what was Chuck thinking?! He should have been here, he shouldn't have left Marie alone. "What.. where is she?" His voice filled with strained control.

"She's in the medical lab downstairs. She's been in a coma for a week now Logan. Charles has tried to touch her mind, but for some reason, it's like she's not even there."

"Co- -" His throat tightening, his heart falling to the floor. "Coma?"

"One of Magento's boys did grievious damage to her Logan, her heart. . . It can't take the strain."

"Dammit 'Ro why didn't anyone contact me?!"

"There was no way to contact you Logan, otherwise we would have." A new voice, one with a faint Oxford accent rang clearly through the hall as Charles Xavier wheeled himself into the main foyer. "She is physically healing, but her mind, there is much damage that I do not even understand."

"I'm going to go see her Chuck."

End Flashback

That had been a week ago, two weeks since his little Marie had opened her eyes. He wasn't there to protect her, and he felt most assuredly guilty. He entered a smokey filled tavern in the city, and went straight to the bar, ordering a beer. He needed a drink before he continued on with his search. Magneto hadn't been seen since the attack, it was as if he had never existed to begin with. Sabertooth and Mystique weren't around either. None of it made sense to the Wolverine, nothing made sense right now.

The girl he had began thinking of like a daughter, hung onto a simple thread of life (if you can call a coma living), and he didn't know what to do about it. As Logan tossed a few bucks onto the bartop, taking the mug of beer, he took a long deep drink, his nose flaring for a moment, taking in the scents of the place, and slowly one scent stood out. A scent that he had found lingering on Rogue's hair.

His eyes began to search the tavern, and that's when. . .

Remy sat there, shuffling his cards, and that's when he saw the small man enter the bar. He looked mean though, and looked like he could shit nails and still be fine. As he watched the stout man order a beer, and take it up to drink, their eyes connected. Remy felt a feeling of dread surge up against him as he saw the man begin to stalk towards his table. 'Merde, Remy gon' be hurtin' in a minute if he dun get outta here.'

He looked down to the deck of cards in his hand, and then back up to the man that was now standing at his table. "Can Gambit 'elp y'mon ami?" The Cajun's accent drawled out.

"What did you do to Rogue?!" The man's voice, while calm was inflected with so much emotion, so much anger that it made Remy flinch faintly.

"Dunno no Rogue, Gambit dunno what y'talkin' about."

"I smelled you on her Gumbo, and now she's in a coma. You fucking lying. . . " The man's hands raised up slowly, as if he were going to punch Remy.

"Her?" Could this be the angel's friend?

Flashback

He had only been in the presence of one beautiful woman, and that was a long ago time. Tante Mattie was beautiful to him, not even Belladonna could touch the beauty that his Tante had, but that was before he had seen. . . Her. She was sitting on a bench in the park, it was near sunset, and it seemed that was what she was waiting for.

Remy LeBeau was a lady's man, and never past up a chance to sweeten up the women folk he had seen, as he veered off of his course, he sat down slowly beside her. "Allo Chere, mind t'tell Remy what a belle femme like you is doin' sittin' out here all by y'lonesome?"

The girl, who was swathed in a green long coat and a hood, black gloves lingering over her hands, slowly turned to look at him. That's when Remy's breath was taken away, deep soulful emerald green eyes, and white whisps for bangs. Her voice was soft, "Ah jes waitin' foh tha sunset, it's tha best spot foh it."

And a Southern Belle to boot?! Be still his beating, no pounding, heart. He gave his most charming smile, his voice a soft whisper. "Dere be better t'ings t'look at den da sunset chere."

The girl seemed to be like a dear in the headlights, glancing over towards Remy for a moment. He could have sworn he heard her gasp. That's when he realized that his sunglasses had slipped down, and that his eyes were showing. "Pardon moi, dang things." He pushed up his sunglasses and gave a soft smile. "Dun worry, dey be - -"

He got cut off though, as the sweet southern's voice came sweetly singing into his ears. "Beautiful." Her cheeks flushed with colour, and for a moment Remy believed that he was the one that was utterly and absolutely lost to the femme in front of him. No not a femme, but un ange.

But unfortunately their sweet moment, was to be interupted. As they sat there talking, and right before she was going to tell Remy her name, they were attacked. He had been caught unaware, otherwise it wouldn't have been a problem. He was never caught unaware, what was this femme doing to him?

Four figures appeared out of nowhere, and seemingly ignored Remy as they began trying to take the girl that was sitting by his side. Now the girl surprised him as she fought back with such extreme prowress, but unfortunately it wasn't enough. A large man, hairy to say the least, stuck something within the girls chest, a large scream was heard and then nothing. Remy charged two decks of cards within his hands, and sent them towards the large hairy man, before fighting off a woman with his bo staff. Finally, it seemed sweet Lady Luck had shown up for his ange and himself; in the form of leather clad people, a large gust of wind set everyone sprawling, tumbling into the park, and the last thing he had seen was a man picking up his ange, and seemingly to disappear into thin air. The scent of sulfur filled his nose.

End Flashback

"Yeah her Bub!! What the hell did you do to Rogue?!" The man was getting violent now, Remy knew he had to act.

As he slowly stood up, to look "Shorty" in the eye, he slipped his cards into his hand and began to charge them. "Gambit dunno what y'talkin' about mon ami."

"Don't fucking lie to me Gumbo!" With that a SNIKT was heard and the short man lunged towards Remy, all he could see was horridly sharp looking metal claws, that's when he let the cards fly, hitting the man in his face. As the cards exploded rightin front of "Shorty's" eyes, Remy hopped over the table, and ran towards the door, exiting into the night air.

"Dat homme be nuts." He panted after he had ran several blocks. That was all he had time to say, before something hit him on the back of the head.

And everything. . .

Went. . .

Black . . .

AN: Not the greatest start IMO, but this wouldn't leave me alone. Hopefully the muse will not leave me, and I will be able to write more chapters of this, writers block is horrid though. Please review, but please do not flame. I can take critique, but only in friendly ways. So please give reviews, let me know what you think, and I shall try and write another chapter.


Another thing of note, I used Altavista translator for the french (because I don't remember 8th grade french what so ever.) so if the punctuation or words are slightly wrong, or the grammer, I do apologize.


And one more note (These are getting long) I don't write combat scenes all too well, so they will be more than likely gleaned over, but we shall see.