All of the characters in the story belong to MARVEL, not me! I am just borrowing them for a while. I will return turn them in good condition with the price tags still attached. So don't sue me because I'm not getting paid for anything I write.

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Remy walked out of the kitchen. He needed some air. The conversation had gotten a little too deep for his liking. He was glad Jean hadn't taken his leaving as an insult. She understood his need to privacy and accepted it.

He went in the direction of the front door but slowed when he noticed Jubilee running towards him. Her face was red and she seemed not to even notice his presence in the hallway.

"Jubilee?" He asked as she moved closer to him. She didn't stop, didn't look up, didn't even acknowledge that he was there.

She started past him, but he held out his arm and caught her around the waist. She fought against his hold, swinging her arms and legs as he picked her up and brought her close to him.

"Chere, stop! What's wrong wit you?"

She stopped fighting him and looked up. She immediately relaxed her body. "Oh, Remy, it's you. I thought you were someone else."

"Who? You acted like a wolf caught in a trap. Must've been someone you aren' on good terms wit," he replied, the obvious concern on his face.

"Logan." She said his name like it was the most repulsive word ever to come from her mouth.

"Logan? What's he done now? He didn' hurt you, did he?"

"Just my pride, Remy."

Remy smiled. "Still treatin' you like de daughter he n'ver had, eh?"

"That's one way of putting it."

He nodded as he gently put her back down. "It's only 'cause he cares about you, chere."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "Don't start, Remy. I know he cares about me, but he has no right to butt into my personal life like he did just now."

"Personal life, eh? You got a boyfriend, Jubilee?" He grinned, leaning back up against the wall, folding his arms over his broad chest.

Jubilee made a sound of disgust. "No."

"Why not?"

"Why not? Why not? Maybe because I don't have the time for a boyfriend. Maybe because finding a decent man around here is near to impossible." She paused for a minute. "In any case, it's none of your business."

"Dat lonely, huh?"

"Oh, god, you have no idea!" Jubilee sighed, then smiled at the expression Remy was giving her.

"Is it that obvious?" She asked him, leaning her shoulder up against the wall beside him.

"Jus' a little."

"It's not like I've never had a boyfriend. But lately, I don't know," she said, looking up at him.

"Dat's pretty normal for a fille your age. I know when I was dat young, all I could t'ink about was-" He smirked. "Well, n'ver mind what I was t'inking about."

Jubilee giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "What about you? Do you have a girlfriend back in New Orleans?"

Remy's smile slowly disappeared from his face. His hand went up to his head and he swiped it through his hair. "I did."

"What do you mean 'I did'?"

"I haven't seen her in a year."

Jubilee was a little bit taken back by his sudden unwillingness to talk. "What happened to her?"

He shrugged. "Don' know. Last I heard, she was flirting wit de company Sinister holds."

"Oh, geez, Remy, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "Don' be. I knew who she was when I took up wit her."

Jubilee wasn't sure what to say now. She had figured that he had his secrets still, but she was surprised they included a girlfriend who, of all things, was associated with Sinister.

"Remy, I-"

"Look, Jubilee, I gotta meet Jean for our picnic. I'll talk to you later, all right?" He didn't wait for her to answer, swiftly walking away from her.

Jubilee watched him turn down another hall and started to wonder whether or not this girlfriend had anything to do with him coming back. Perhaps he had felt the pain of deceit and suddenly realized that what he was feeling was the same pain the rest of his teammates had been feeling when they learned of his past.

She didn't know. She knew that trying to guide her way through Remy's mind was impossible, but that didn't stop her from wanting to know more. Her problem from the beginning, getting involved with men with severely screwed up heads.

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Bobby slammed his fist on the table. Things were going to hell in a hand basket and he feared he wouldn't be able to stop them. Remy was right. Right about everything. It was that fact that made Bobby take his aggressions out on a piece of furniture.

His life had careful balance and Remy threatened that balance. It went beyond Gambit being the love of Rogue's life and the best friend to everyone but him. No, it was so much more than that.

At any moment, his life could crumble down around him. And no one would understand why he had done what he had done. No one would forgive him for doing what he needed to do. He was alone, all alone with no one to-

"Gambit." The name was like an epiphany. Remy LeBeau would understand because he had been there and experienced what it was like to harbor a secret that was so much bigger than himself.

The sudden new thought weakened his knees and he quickly moved to sit down. For much too long he had been holding his secret all the while it festered, boiling up into something he wasn't sure he could control. He was at the breaking point and soon...very soon...he would end up exploding.

It was time to confess. Bobby just hoped that Gambit would understand, otherwise, he would be in more trouble than he ever could imagine.

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