Summary:After Antarctica Gambit kinda mad for being left to die, and so continues his life but X-men find out that he's alive
This is my first fic so be nice...
Disclaimer: oh and don't own, so don't sue...blah, blah, blah
Chapter 1
Remy was doing a job in Paris stealing very valuable jewels from a museum for a certain client, when all of a sudden the X-Men were chasing some asshole within, Remy, 'What da...ahhh merde...' Remy immediately sprinted to the second floor, making sure to stay within the shadows and away from the cameras, staying low to the ground Gambit peeked over the side of the railing overlooking the first floor, when all of a sudden his eyes grew wide as he doubled over trying to hold in the coughing fit that would start up the second he took a breath.
Still going through the effects of pneumonia, he was so not in the mood to start explaining what he was doing there, or how he survived in Antarctica, he didn't really give a shit about them anymore, they betrayed him leaving him to die like that, weren't they all soldiers sort of, didn't they all fight for the same good cause, weren't they all on the same team, what ever happened to X-men don't leave their own behind. For some very stupid reason he was always the one being judged like for example they would always accuse him of keeping secrets...like they didn't have any themselves, it always pissed him off when they would hate him because he was a thief what's wrong with the way you were raised, and the way they all looked at him after Rogue had kissed him calling him a traitor and a murderer he didn't kill the Morlocks, the Marauders did, he had no idea what Sinister's intentions were towards them. Even if he hadn't led them they still would have found them eventually. They also had no idea what Sinister had done or was doing to the thieving Cajun at the time...things he desperately wanted to forget.
Anyways you want to know how I survived, I gotta thank my père for that, Hey just cause I was exiled from my home don't mean that my father never kept tabs as to where I was, he only did that to save my life from the Assassins, and ta keep peace between da guilds. He adopted me for god's sake, he gave me a happy childhood 'cept for the first seven years of livin on da streets, he ain't gonna hate me cause I defended myself 'gainst a psychotic asshole like Julien Boudreaux, the moment that I hadn't contacted him he knew that something was wrong, after a couple days he found out that I was left ta die in Antarctica he as well as my brother and two dozen guild members came to search for me, Lapin was de one who found me unconscious in the snow.
Rushin me back to N'Arleans Tante Mattie was de one who took care of me, I was freezin and couldn't keep warm, I had hypothermia, a temperature of a hundred and seven, I had a hard time breathing and for a bonus a mild case of frostbite, and pneumonia to top it off. That was a fun couple of months for me. But père and Tante were there ta comfort me and ta take away da pain, Henri even moved back to da house with his wife Mercy ta help take care of me. I had to beg my father to do this job, I was gonna go crazy if I had ta stay in the house any longer.
Anyways back to the museum, since the X-men entered like five minutes after the asshole, a normal thief of course he fled through a back door...Lucky bastard, I crouched down to the floor and slowly crept to one of the windows, unfortunately I couldn't hold my breath any more, the second my lungs inhaled oxygen, I started coughing, and quickly tried to muffle the sound with my arm across my mouth, didn't work since I heard the people below suddenly become quiet, hiding behind a display case the coughing subsided, but now I was gasping for breath.
Finally getting my breathing under control, I wanted to get the hell out of here. But it was too late since I could hear them now they were searching around for the 'intruder'. I'd be fine they wouldn't be able to find me I kept thinking, Jean couldn't sense me thank god, unless of course they had Wolverine with them.
And of course the second I had that little thought I was swearing every French curse I could think of as I heard that familiar annoying little 'Shnikt' sound. Leaning my head back to rest on the case, I took slow deep breaths and mentally as well as physically prepared myself, listening to their little conversation.
"I know I heard someone up here."
"Logan who the hell would be up here hiding we're in a museum at three in the morning for god's sake...and the guy we were chasing didn't come up here."
"Shut-up Cyke, I know what I heard. He's still here I can smell him."
"You sound a bit nervous Logan are you alright?"
"Not really Jean since I think I know this scent...I can't place it but it's familiar..." He answered a bit confused then his breath hitched as it hit him.
"Logan your extremely pale are you sure your alright?" Storm asked worriedly as she approached him, "Logan you're shaking, what's wrong?"
Logan didn't say a word he just rushed towards a display case. "FUCK...SHIT...DAMNIT!" he roared as he slashed at the case breaking it to pieces. Scott, Jean, Storm, Rogue and Bobby just stared at him as if he'd lost it.
"LOGAN..." Storm yelled as she ran to him. Logan backed up until he hit a wall and slid down to a seated position, resting his head on his arms. "What is the matter with you, what's wrong?" she asked.
Logan started to laugh and leaned his head back; looking at Storm he took a deep breath. And said three words, "Remy...he's alive."
Hearing Logan approach his position, Remy silently crept towards another display case near an air duct, quickly opening it praying that it wouldn't make a sound as it opened, which it didn't thank god. He crept in and left the museum.
Jumping over a few crates in the rain Remy leaned back against the wall of the museum building looking around to make sure that no one had followed him, Why the hell did he have to pick this night to steal the jewels which he wasn't able to because of them all barging in like that.
"Man this night sucks." He sneered, "And ta top it off it fucken raining, I'll pro'bly get fucken sick 'gain...Damnit." Pulling his coat closer to his body, Remy hailed a passing cab getting in he leaned his head back and gave the driver directions to the hotel he stayed at. Feeling extremely exhausted he wanted to go to bed, and decided that he would try again to get the jewels tomorrow morning, Hopefully this time he'd be able to steal them and finally go back home to New Orleans.
What he didn't notice though was a figure crouching on a crate as he entered the cab.
"Are you sure?" Rogue rasped out.
"Positive." Logan murmured, it had been almost six months since Gambit was left to die in Antarctica, or so they thought.
"Oh my heavens...Remy's...Oh my...we...we have to find him." Storm stammered out with tears running down her cheeks.
Suddenly Logan stood up and sniffed the air quickly making his way across the room he found the opened vent, "Go to the hotel." He ordered and crawled in, after a few minutes he jumped down and found himself outside, climbing over a fence, he saw a figure leaning on the wall. Hiding in the shadows he listened in.
"Man this night sucks...And ta top it off it fucken raining, I'll pro'bly get fucken sick 'gain...Damnit."
Rushing toward the cab as it left, Logan started running after it but kept out of sight, after like thirty minutes and a shit load of red lights and stop signs later Logan found himself at a hotel entrance soaking wet. "Heh of course Gumbo has to stay in a classy place like this...must be livin in da penthouse."
Walking inside Logan casually followed the Cajun's scent and made his way to the elevators hitting the top floor button, 'Can't believe it I'm actually nervous...no I'm pissed why the hell didn't he tell us he was alive, that little prick." As the elevator doors opened he stepped out, again following the scent, stopping at a door he laid his hand on it, and gently knocked, when he got no answer, again he knocked a little louder. "Damnit." He whispered looking around to make sure that there was no one around he unsheathed one of his claws and slashed the lock on the door.
Quietly making his way inside, he saw a light coming from the room in the back, walking over he entered, the light came from the bathroom within the bedroom, a lone figure was sleeping on the bed breathing rather harshly, as he approached the bed he kneeled down and looked at the man, holding his breath he brushed the hair out of his face. He gasped and nearly had tears in his eyes. Taking a few moments to look over the Cajun, he looked rather skinny and pale his breathing didn't sound to good. Quietly leaving the room Logan made his way to the nearest phone and called his teammates.
"Logan?"
"It's him 'Ro."
"Where are you?"
"In his hotel room, he doesn't know I'm here though he's passed out on his bed." He didn't want them to know where exactly he was because he knew that they would rush over. "I'm gonna stay here 'til he wakes up. I'll call ya in the morning."
"Alright...is he all right at all...I mean..."
"I don't know 'Ro not from where I'm standing when I heard him in the alley he was kinda worried 'bout getting sick cause of the rain...Maybe we should get Hank ta look at him or somethin, I don't know." He could hear yellin in the room, and someone else grab the phone.
"LOGAN YOU BETTER TELL ME WHERE YA ARE, I'LL KICK YOUR ASS IF YA DON'T." Rogue yelled.
"Rogue listen, I ain't gonna tell ya alright calm the fuck down, Remy looks like hell he needs his sleep, I don't want ya ta come crashing in here causing all kinds of trouble just so you can see him, you can wait a few hours until he wakes up." Logan growled and hung up the phone.
After about an hour Logan began pacing he couldn't stand it he wanted to talk to Remy, stopping at the bedroom door he leaned against it watching Remy sleep, he talked in his sleep and moved around a lot, walking in the room he watched as Remy started shivering, looking around he found an extra blanket in the closet and covered him up. After a few minutes he started to settle down Logan watched him for a moment then sat in a chair, listening to the soothing sound of the rain as it hit the windows, slowly Logan began to nod off, it didn't take long until sleep overtook him.
When Logan woke up it was a little after six in the morning, he bolted out of his chair when he saw the bed was empty, searching the entire apartment, he stopped took a deep breath and shouted. "FUCK..."
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