One Day Earlier:

It hadn't been very hard for Logan to figure out where Rogue was going. He simply waited five minutes until the platforms 7-12 ticket agent went out behind the station to have a cigarette. After the huffy man blew smoke in face and muttered that he 'didn't have to tell no strange men in alleys a thing' Logan presented him with two options. Opting not to be shish kebabed by the hairy Canadian, he'd given up the desired information with surprising speed, confirming that someone matching Rogue's description had gotten onto the train at platform 8 after buying a full ride ticket to Louisanna

Now 11 hours and two stolen tanks of gas later, Logan had just entered the outskirts of New Orleans. The trip was surprisingly shorter than he'd expected, but then again Scott's tricked out bike might have had something to do with that. Coasting the bike to a stop, Logan turned into the parking lot of a dingy looking bar, mentally laughing how pissed Scott must be by now, with his prized Harley MIA and all. Still laughing silently, Logan strolled into the bar, despite being completely broke. After all, he wasn't here to drink.

He was here for information.

One Day Earlier:

And speaking of Scott…

"I can't believe we got ass-whipped by those clowns Magneto called associates," he cursed under his breath, pacing about the room angrily as Jean suited up behind him. "I swear this Logan character is more trouble than he's worth! Now we have to go chasing after him as well as Rogue."

"Something tells me their locations are going to be one in the same, Scott" Jean said telepathically. "Now stop dwelling on about that fight and help me with this zipper." Scott sighed and obligingly finished zipping the back of his wife's leather uniform.

"I'm not dwelling," he muttered softly. Jean turned around and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Stop trying to lie to your telepathic wife too. C'mon, everyone loses sometimes," she cajoled. "And it's not like anyone at the station got hurt." Scott snorted dejectedly. Blowing off half the roof at Grand Central Station had made him slightly cynical recently.

"Weren't you the one who put the stitches in the back of Ororo's head?" he asked bitterly as they both started to walk out of the room they shared.

"Okay, so no one got seriously injured," Jean admitted out-loud to her stubborn fiancé. "Besides, Storm's fine, which is why she's coming with me tonight.

"Which brings me to my next point: I really think I should tag along on this little venture," Scott said. "If you think that we're likely to get to Rogue and find Logan with her, then it's just as likely that Magneto has tracked him there as well," Scott ranted. Jean paused next to the elevator shaft that led down to the mansion's lower levels, including the Blackbird hangar, and put her hand on Scott's cheek.

"Don't worry so much sweetie," she whispered, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Rogue used her powers at some point, so Cerebro picked up her general location. It's just a matter of finding her precisely and shoving her onto the plane. If Logan happens to be with her, well then, saves us a trip. But ," she said, emphasizing the word, "Till he uses his powers we won't know where he is, which is why you need to stay here and man the fort. Just in case he comes back, or Charles locates him" The doors open with a WHOOSH behind her, and Jean planted another soft kiss onto Scott before stepping inside. "I'll see you later, sweetheart," she said as the doors started to close.

"Love you…be careful Jean," Scott called back. The doors closed and Jean was gone…almost.

'Oh, and Scott, try and pry The Professor out of Cerebro for a little while okay? It's healthy for him to lock himself in their all day."

'That's the Jean I know and love,' Scott thought to himself, turning around, back towards the elevator. 'Always worrying about everyone else.' Chuckling to himself, Scott tried to ignore the feeling of unease swelling in his stomach as he waited for the lift to open again. But as he stepped onto the now empty elevator, intent on fulfilling Jean's request, he couldn't help but feel jumpy. Walking out into the secret corridor that ran below most of the school, Scott felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It was as if…as if he was being watched. Scanning the area quickly through his ruby-quartz glasses, Scott's fears were met with no proof. The hallway was completely empty.

'I really need to lay off the caffeine,' Scott thought to himself, walking down to the formidable doors that housed the Cerebro chamber and pressing his hand against the intercom button in the corner. 'I'm getting too paranoid.'

But Scott failed to see Bobby Drake watching him from the locker room alcove.

Failed to realize that he was right all along.

Present Day:

Mama Cece had given Remy a lot to think about, and the Cajun didn't think well sitting still. So he'd convinced…okay, more like blackmailed, Henri into caring for Rogue that night. Feeling better, but pretty wiped, she'd most likely sleep the entire time, or so he assured his brother. All he'd have to do was sit in the corner and make sure she didn't stop breathing or something. Henri wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea…but he was less thrilled with the possibility of Deborah finding out about that night at the bar, so he agreed.

The fresh air against his face was as soothing as a hot shower as far as Remy was concerned. Forcing his way against the crowd on the main boulevard, he fought down the urge to procure some beckoning wallets. No, he wasn't here on Guild business he reminded himself. This was personal. But unfortunately his thoughts were leading him in the same circle that his feet were. By his fourth lap around the block he was no closer to reaching a decision than when he was during his first. Finally, his tired feet decided to lead him home, where he promptly sat down on the front porch of the old plantation house known as Guild HQ, and stared out at the sun, setting slowly beyond the bayou. It wasn't until the figure slinking around in the shadows walked up to him that he realized he wasn't alone

Maddie was one of the many Lebeau cousins working for The Guild. And judging by the way she strutted onto the rickety porch, she was just as proficient in her craft as the rest of her family. Tossing her auburn tresses haughtily, she sided up to Remy.

"Well, well, well. Do mah eyes deceive me, or is dat Remy Lebeau, free from his ball 'n chain?"

"You pretty chipper dere, half pint," he said, standing up just so he could have the pleasure or reaching down to ruffle her hair. Maddie had half a year on him age wise, but he was easily half a foot taller, and he used it for all her was worth. "Good haul?"

"You bet. Tourist bus outside the French Quarter. Took 'em for all dey was wort," she boasted, leaning against a railing to rest as they talked. "So, why you back on normal duty 'gain? Jean-Luc finally realize dat girl's past too much of a li'bility?" That got Remy's attention, snapping him out of his slightly dazed state.

"What? Whatcha talkin' 'bout Mads?" he asked. She flashed him another sardonic smile.

"Word on da street has it dat your charge is bein' hunted. For da last few days now. You hadn't heard?" She sounded generally surprised and Remy couldn't blame her. Around these parts, Remy was usually the most informed one. Only two days off the job and he was already falling behind on the news. That couldn't be good.

"Non! Not a single word," he muttered, cussing under his breath. Grabbing Maddie's shoulders, he gave her a little shake for effect. "Madds, dis terribly 'portant: what 'xactly did you hear?" he demanded, speaking clearly and slowly to hold the hyper girl's attention.

Scarred by her cousin's manic reaction, Maddie shrugged her shoulder's to loosen Remy's grip and took a few steps backward.

"Cool it Remy!" she shot back, giving him a funny look. "Look, I ain' heard all dat much. Jus' dat someone, or a few someones, been goin' 'round down town, lookin' for a girl lik dat, who showed up here on a train. But you know where ta find info betta dan I do," she said sullenly. "But I…Hey! Where you goin?" Maddie demanded as Remy suddenly tore off the porch and into the building without so much as a 'thank you'. Huffily, Maddie took his now empty seat, wondering if her cousin was, perhaps, possessed.

Remy rushed down into the modified basement of the structure and found Henri seated outside Rogue's door, looking sullen. Although, the black-eye he was sporting could have had something to do with his mood. Feigning calmness, Remy slowed down and strolled up to him haughtily.

"So, babysittin' ain't as easy as you t'ought, non?" he asked. Henri looked up from the book he was reading and, promptly closed it and chucked it at his brother. It hit Remy square in the chest.

"OW! What da hell was dat for?" the Cajun demanded, as his brother got to his feet. "Ah tol' ya ta be careful 'round her." Henri sulked past him and then turned towards the stairs, muttering,

"Dat is da las' time Ah evea do anyting for you, bro. You owe me…" Remy waited 'till his brother's footsteps resounded across the floorboards over head before bolting into the room, locking the door behind him.

"A'righ', you need ta come clean wit me righ' now," Remy fumed, spotting Rogue right where he'd left her: seated on the edge of the bed, staring into space.

"Alright, I admit it," she said, almost gleefully. "I socked your brother. So what?" Remy rolled his eyes.

"Not dat, smart-ass," he shot back, striding over to stand right in front of her. Rogue's head suddenly snapped in his direction as she glared at him dangerously. Obviously she didn't take kindly to being called names, but Remy didn't care. He didn't have time to care. "Who you runnin' from Rogue?" She glared at him even harder.

"What are you talking about?" she murmured. Remy was fed up, he did not have the time for this. Not when it was her life, and possibly the future of The Guild, on the line. Couldn't she understand the seriousness of the situation?

"Ah'm talking about all sorts of strangers, crawlin' all ober dis town," he said, pointing at her dangerously, "lookin' fer you." That got her to her feet. Wobbling unsteadily, she shot up from the bed.

"What?" There was fear in her eyes, threatening to spill over, and her pretty face had gone stark white. "For me?"

Rogue's mind was racing. She hadn't exactly left the school on good terms, and Bobby had said the Professor was angry with her. But was it that bad? Had the X-Men come to hunt her down for her so-called crime? Was Logan…was he out to kill her now, too? Nervous, and now off balance, her feet still bound, she pitched forward. Remy leapt out, nimbly, and caught her in mid air. Then, before she could react, he reached deep into the back of his coat and revealed a switchblade. Utterly terrified, Rogue threw her hands in front of her face, expecting the end any minute. But it never came.

Instead Remy got down on his knees and cut the bindings around her ankles.

"Wha…what are you doing?" Rogue asked, at a loss for words.

Remy had seen enough. There had been enough emotion on her face, enough terror in the poor runaway's eyes for him to see that she was in real trouble. And in that moment it stopped being about the Guild, or the Assassins. There was no feud, no unions, no attempts at peace. There was just this girl…This girl whose care and health had been entrusted into his hands. And Remy was going to do all he could to keep her safe…just as he'd been told

No matter what.

But that meant getting her out of here first. Angrily, he grabbed the fabric of her cloak and pressed it against her mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!" he hissed at her. "You wanna get us both caught?" Rogue shook her head, and Remy dropped his arm. Then, to himself, "I cain't believe I doin' dis…"

"Doing what?" Rogue demanded again, quieter this time. Eyes once again shrouded behind his glasses, Rogue felt Remy's piercing gaze meet her's. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Remy spoke softly as he cut the ropes restraining her hands.

"Ah', lettin' you go."

A/N: Oh yeah! Logan goodness. Just to clarify, Logan and Scott/Jean's little segments took place a day before the Rogue/Remy segment above, to show that both groups got into town slightly before (for Logan) and after (for Jean/Storm) Rogue got mugged and used her powers. And I'm changing things around a little because Cerebro is just too easy an answer in the movies. So I'm making it like the cartoons, where Cerebro can only locate a mutant when they use their powers (just to make things a little more exciting). So let's review: Rogue's been in the Guild's care for two full days, Logan's been in New Orleans looking for her for two days (as he got in before the train, but couldn't locate her), And Jean and Storm have been there for about a day and a half. Now…review…please? Pretty please?

Pretty please with a sugar coated bunny on top?