SAVED

Remy woke up in a strange room he had never been in before. It looked like a hospital, but it wasn't. He tried to sit up, but his body refused him, so he tried desperately to remember how he got here. All he could remember was Belle, Rogue, and a shooting pain. Shooting, no shot. He looked down to see that he was bandaged up. Belle had shot him. He closed his eyes and remembered her sweet voice telling him to hold on. Just then he heard a door open, and at first he panicked a little bit until he heard the familiar voices of his teammates. They slowly made their way over to him asking how he was feeling, but he didn't reply.

"Where we be?"

"Oi, mate, we be at Xavier's."

"Quoi?" Pyro looked down at Remy, and laughed nervously.

"'at Sheila got youse good."

"Why we here?" Colossus decided to speak up.

"She left us here with you. We are looked in. She knows everything." Remy looked at the two skeptically.

"Whot? Sheila even took moh tanks and moh lighters." Pyro pouted. Remy sighed and put a hand over his face shaking his head.

"So de femme touched ya."

"Owzit moh fault? Youse the one who woz drivin' like youse got a wobbly boot on."

"Aidez-moi s'il vous plait." Remy said to the two as he held out his arms. Pyro grinned evilly.

"Now mate, Oi may be bored shitless, but Oi don think-"

"Dat da point, mon ami, ya don't think. Now quit actin' da fou and aidez-moi." Remy growled out at him. He stood on wobbly feet, but quickly stabilized himself and grabbed his shirt. Seeing as it had been cut off of him and was a dried bloody mess, he threw it back down and grabbed his coat. Not being in much better shape but well enough, he carefully put it on, heading out to find an escape route.

Rogue and Wanda were in the Blackbird on their way to Magneto's base. Wanda didn't speak to her, understanding all that the two of them had already been through, but she knew enough that they were headed for her father. Rogue was still on edge. She was relieved that she was able to put Mr. McCoy's intelligent mind to work. Let alone the fact that she had been able to use that knowledge to save Remy. And right now, she had to do the same for the X-men and the Brotherhood. Pyro wasn't much of a help with his memories, even though she still couldn't believe the boy wrote romance novels. He was actually thinking of a way to add Wanda to one when she was trying to talk to him in the van. The mere thought of that made her laugh. She must have been projecting it because Wanda stifled a giggle too.

The two looked at one another, but the joke had died down quickly as their minds quickly turned back to the matter at hand. They were all that was left between Magneto and the world. They had to save their friends. Two teenage girls, on the brink of insanity themselves. 'What has the world come to.'