Disclaimer: I am not Stan Lee, I do not own Marvel, I do not own Fox Movie Studios, but I do own dvd's of X-men 1.5 and X-men 2! Though I do want Remy for Christmas.

All right, and since we have good old "Wheels" telepathy is going to be discerned with 's.

Thoughts will be ' text '

And of course speech is " text "

There was silence when he awoke, a sharp pain in the back of his head causing him to swoon as soon as he sat up. Attempting to regain the focus of his eyesigh, he began to look around the room. 'Merde! Feels like somet'in dun cracked Remy's skull.' He fell back onto what he assumed to be a pillow, and closed his eyes again. The darkness enveloped him once more.

"Logan, did you honestly have to attack him and bring him here? I do believe that there are better ways to find your answers." Charles Xavier looked over to the haggard stout man who was pacing in his office. "I understand that you are upset over Rogue's current state of being, but you must understand that you cannot take your anger out on hapless people." Charles Xavier understood how Logan was feeling, he too was upset that something had happened to one of his prized students, but he was a man that did not believe that violence could solve problems.

"Hapless?! Hapless?! Chuck this asshole attacked me at the bar! I wanted answers, I asked him and he acted as if he didn't know a god damned thing! I could smell him on her Chuck!! He knows what happened to Rogue!" He was absolutely seething with anger at the moment, he stopped to look towards the bald man. "I brought him here to gain answers Chuck, he knows something, and I'll be damned if I let that snot nosed gumbo trash slip from my fingers, without giving me answers first."

Xavier sighed softly, steepling his fingers together as he watched Logan. Calm yourself Logan, the children can hear you. Please, we are all upset, but we will find you your answers. I assure you friend. He offered a tired smile towards the man in front of him, and looked down at his lap. "I have found out one thing about our visitor here." Logan in turn looked into Charles' eyes as the elderly man continued. "He isn't from this state, he had a gas and go card from a local gas station in New Orleans. I have Scott looking up information on our guest as we speak."

Logan gave a derisive snort, and left Charles' office.

Several hours later, the guest in the medical lab awoke once more with a soft groan, his eyes slowly peeling open to look at the ceiling as something moved just out of his spectrum of view. As he slowly turned his head, he could feel the vertigo taking over him once more, and he fought to maintain conciousness. "Mon Dieu!" He exclaimed as excrutiating pain resonated through his skull, but the pain is not the reason he shouted out.

In the corner of the lab, sat a very large. . Well what appeared to be a man covered in blue fur, and had lion like features. "Ah so my young patient is awake." The man-beast pulled off his glasses, looking over to Remy and offering a very gentle smile.

"Where in de hell is Gambit? Who in de hell is you? Merde, Gambit's head hurts." Remy's eyes shut tightly as he took in a breath.

"Ah, you are at Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, I am Doctor Hank McCoy, also known as Beast, and as I assume you are Gambit, your head hurts due to the fact that you were hit on the back of the head by a rather large. . . Fist." Beast slowly stood up, walking towards his patient and began checking his health stats. As he was checking his pulse, he smiled down to Remy. "I am so sorry I gave you quite a fright, but we all have our burdens to bear Mister Gambit. I assure you, that there will be no harm done to you while you are here. We are only concerned with you getting better."

"We?" Remy croaked out as he opened up his eyes to look at the blue furry man.

"Charles Xavier, myself, and the rest of the teachers here."

As if the answer was enough to comfort him, Remy relaxed just a touch. "Who found Gambit?"

"A man known as Logan, apparently he believed that you had information on our young Rogue." There was a hint of sadness in the large mans voice that Remy couldn't ignore.

"De man dat attack Gambit in de bar. He kept talkin' 'bout a Rogue, but Gambit dunno who 'e talkin' 'bout." Though he was begining to gain a good idea.

"Yes, but he believed, and more than likely still believes that you have information, but you are just not sharing it. He brought you here to gain answers."

Remy tensed again, answers usually meant torture. What the hell type of place is this?! A school they say, more than likely a death trap. "Remy dunno anyt'ing and he'd like t'be goin' now homme."

"Unfortunately Mister Gambit, we cannot let you leave, you have a concussion. Allowing you to leave right now, would be malpractice on my part, and I do not wish for you to cause more damage."

Remy sighed, though he already had a plan. All he would have to do is wait for the big fuzzy guy to leave and he could make a break for it. That was his last coherent thought before Remy slipped back into a dreamless haze.

There it was again, the light at the end of the tunnel. All she had to do was run to it and the pain would stop. No more pain, no more anger, she'd not have to suffer anymore. Suffer the looks of pity, the looks of scorn, she wouldn't be afraid to touch anyone. . Of course she wouldn't be able to touch anyone anyways.

'Hang in there kid, you've got to come back to me.' A voice echoed in her mind. Wait she knew that voice! That was Logan! He was back finally! She tried to find the voice, running towards the darkest corners of. . . Well she didn't exactly know where she was. How in the hell did she get here anyways? She couldn't remember.

'Rogue, I know you can't wake up, but like. . . We miss you. All of us miss you. Bobby hasn't slept much since you came back to the mansion. He's worried about you, we all are. You have to wake up. You just. . . Have to.' She knew that voice too! It was Kitty Pryde, one of her room-mates. Wake up? Was she asleep?

Bobby.. . That name brought so many nice memories to Rogue, such comfort and warmth. He was her boyfriend, she remembered that. She remembered the kiss they shared at his parents house, that was a nice kiss, but Bobby hadn't ever tried to kiss her again after that.

'Child, just hold on a little bit longer. You'll be fine, I know you will be.' The sweet motherly voice of the woman known as Ororo, her history teacher, as well as fellow X-Men. After Jean died, Storm and Rogue needed each other to be strong. They also worked together to get Scott out of his funk. She admired Storm for being so strong.

'Dear Rogue, along the lights within mine mind, I remember still your smile. How you laughed and gently dared to dream of days of better to come. Within your heart lies that of an angel, and within your soul holds all my hope. This will sting for a moment my dear, but the pain will pass.' The resonating poetics of Doctor Hank McCoy soothed her for a moment. Sting? What was going to sting? She couldn't feel anything. Another sense of dread washed over her. She tried to focus on the memories of Beast. He was a gentle man, who had become horridly disfigured due to the genetic "potion" he had taken to try and mute the x-gene he had. He was so kind, and caring. Every time Rogue had a bump or bruise from the Danger room sessions that Scott had been putting her and Bobby Drake through, Hank would be there to ask how the training session went, as well as an ice pack.

'Fraulien, I know zhat ve never got much time to.. Talk, but ve vill have to remedy that. Ve miss you, and ze science class is not zhe zame vithout you.' Kurt Wagner, also known in the German Circus as the Amazing Nightcrawler, had become the Science teacher after Jean's death. It wasn't an easy transition, but after a while the students accepted him, he wasn't the worlds greatest Science teacher, but he did show the class how to make stink bombs one day. Oddly enough they reminded Rogue of the smell that seemed to linger after Kurt teleported.

Rogue turned away from the light and ran over to the darkness, trying to feel around. "LET ME OUT!!" She screamed, but no answer came, no door was found. She was trapped. She didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to go into the light. She wanted to be back with her friends and everyone at the academy. "God, why can't they hear me?"

As five figures gathered in the medical lab around their new guest, each one stared in silence. Charles Xavier was concentrating readily upon the prone figure in front of him, as he concentrated and then slowly closed his eyes, each figure looked to the other. Scott and Logan shared a silent moment, before they gave each other a small nod. Both men had grieved for the same woman, but in the end Logan realized it would never be anything more than a simple friendship. He had come to respect "One Eye" as Scott came to accept Logan. Kurt looked over to Beast and held an apprehensive breath, he did not understand what the proffesor was attempting to do.

After several long minutes, Charles opened his eyes, and slowly brought them to look at the small group that had gathered. "I cannot reach his mind. His mental shields are powerful, even while he is unconcious. We will have to wait until he awakes." As he rubbed the bridge of his nose, he slowly glanced towards the now fuming Logan.

"Chuck there's gotta be another way." His tone gruff, as he tried to remain calm. Logan didn't handle stress very well, that much was apparent. He hadn't been able to sleep since that little gutter rat came into the school, he wanted answers and he wanted them now.

"There is another way, but I am not sure how much good it would do. Doctor McCoy, please follow me with the stretcher, if you would be so kind." Charles wheeled himself out of the medical lab and began to move towards Cerebro.

It had been an hour since their "guest", Beast, and Charles had gone into Cerebro. Kurt, Scott, and Logan all sat outside, staring at the door. There was something bothering Kurt though, he could have sworn he felt an odd form of recognition when he had seen the man in the medical lab. There was something tickling at the back of his mind, but no matter how hard he tried to concentrate he couldn't bring the thought forward.

Fifteen more minutes past by, the sound of the hydraulic doors opening alerted them that the session inside Cerebro had come to an end. Hank was pushing the stretcher out ahead of Charles, giving each man who had waited a small knowing smile and a nod of his head as he began to take his patient back to the medical lab. Charles appeared moments after Hank, and smiled towards the three men. "It appears as if our guest is a very interesting mutant to say the least. His mind shields are quite impressive and it even took me quite a while to get through them with Cerebro. But the most interesting thing about our friend, is the fact that he has learned to control his mutations."

"Enough of the horseshit Chuck, what the hell does he have to do with Rogue getting hurt?" Logan couldn't handle it anymore, he was going nuts. Of course the idle chit chat would have been nice under any other circumstances, but the proffessor had found something.

"His name is Remy LeBeau, he calls himself Gambit. It appears the night in question he was walking through the park, and came upon Rogue. They sat there talking for a while, when they were attacked. The figures were hazy within his mind, but I did find out that he tried to help Rogue, and for the most part succeeded. It was then that the recollections became slightly different, more sensory than sight. In his memory, he recalled the scent of sulphur." His eyes glanced towards Kurt, who then gave a small nod.

"Yes, zhat was vhat I vas trying to remember. Zhe man vas in zhe park, Storm had caused a vind gust to buy me time to get to Rogue. As I grabbed her, I noticed two red eyes looking at me, and zhen I teleported back onto zhe Blackbird. I could not remember all, zhough I did try. I am sorry Proffessor." Kurt Wagner looked down at his feet faintly ashamed that he could not help out his new family.

"It is all right Kurt, what one must realize is that the human mind cannot always recall every single little detail within an occurance such as this. You were mainly concerned with Rogue, and all other things did not matter. I have also come to find out why I could not reach Rogue's mind in her comatose state."

Scott turned to look at Charles and arched an eyebrow. "What is it that happened Proffessor?" The first time he had spoken during this entire time.

"Rogue apparently brushed up against Mister LeBeau, just enough to gain his ability to shield his mind. I should have realized it sooner. It seems to just be strengthened at the moment as she has no way to expell the ability actively."

"So you mean to tell me this little pipsqueak son of a bitch didn't hurt Rogue? Then why in the hell did he attack me at the bar?" Logan growled, looks like the Wolverine inside had chosen a wrong course of action from the begining.

"Apparently Logan, he believed he was in danger, and he didn't know Rogue's name. It was all frankly a misunderstanding."

A new voice then broke the small conversation, "What was a misunderstanding?" The feminine voice belonged to none other than Ororo Munroe. As all sets of eyes turned towards the white haired weather goddess, she smiled softly. "What is going on? I just returned from a shopping trip with Jubilee and Kitty."

"We have found the reason for Rogue's... Absence within her mind Ororo. What may appear on the outside as a grave and terrible thing, is just more simply. . . A blessing in disguise. Please everyone, follow me to the medical lab where Rogue is."

"Chuck, I don't know about this. I mean what happens if her powers don't work?" Logan looked unsure as he watched Rogue.

"Logan, you must trust in the fact that she has a will to live. She will take your regeneration and heal, and everything will be all right."

Logan took in a deep breath, glancing towards the others in the room. Hank gave the Wolverine a smile of encouragament, Kurt gave him a small nod, Storm watched Marie, and stroked her hair softly. "Logan, you promised Rogue you'd always be there to protect her, she needs you right now. If you don't do this, she might not wake up for months." Scott's voice finally brought up the voice of reason.

"Yeah, I know Scott." With that, his hand came out and cupped Rogue's cheek, for a moment her powers did not begin to pull. "Come on Darlin', just like we've done before." As his words implored upon Marie, her powers began to kick in, slowly stealing his abilities.

After a few moments, the heart monitor began to beep consistantly, showing proper heart rate, as well as many other machines began to sound off that Marie's body was healing. Logan pulled his hand back and fell, or would have if Scott hadn't caught him. Scott gave a small smile and a nod to Logan. "Good job there."

"Yea, good catch One Eye." Logan felt light headed, but at least he didn't pass out.

It took several long moments as people held their breath, watching the young girls form in the bed. Slowly, so slowly her eyes began to open, her mouth opening as if to speak, only to croak out words that were muffled, mumbled, and hardly recognizable. As her eyes began to re-focus, she saw several smiling faces surrounding her. Logan leaned down and kissed the side of her face that was covered by her hair, whispering softly, "Good to see your eyes Darlin'."

"Welcome home Rogue." Charles voice so soft as he squeezed her hand through the sheet.

"Goof to me mack." She mumbled. These words, caused a sound of jovial chuckles, as each member of the X-men present was elated to have Rogue back among their numbers.

"Now gentlemen, we should be giving Rogue a chance to actually sleep, and rest. We will be able to visit with her later on." Ororo smiled to them and began to leave, her hand stopping to pat Logan on the arm as she past on by. Kurt slowly exited behind her, as did the rest of the assembly, leaving Hank to check over the vitals of both his patients.

On the coast of Suwarrow Island(Part of the Cook Islands chain), there was an underground base. As a computer began beeping, a woman with red hair, yellow eyes, and blue skin smiled. "Erik, the chip has become activated, the girl is awake."

Author's Note: All right second chapter is up. Cliff hanger to boot at the end! I know I'm evil, and I hope you guys enjoy this. The muse is biting faintly. Give me suggestions, concerns and questions, and I will answer them all for you. I know I have a problem already switching my tenses, I've always had that problem. I don't have a beta reader, so if it's grammatically incorrect I'm sorry. It's just how it sounds in my mind, and thus, it's difficult. Please though give me your thoughts and reviews, I will appreciate them tremendously.


Suwarrow Island actually exists. It is one of the few islands that is currently uninhabited though an Australian company wishes to use the land for a black pearl farming operation. The Cook Islands are found in the heart of the South Pacific, and information can be found just by Googling it. I picked Suwarrow due to the mythos surrounding it.