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A/N: I didn't have my editor edit it. So, it sucks. I'm sorry it took so long, but I've been real busy and very very sick.

Chapter Seven: Training and What Not

Logan awoke with the blinding sun cascaded within his eye's and a instinctive groan rose from his throat. It had been a dream. A dream and nothing more. He knew within those moments, as Kitty's lips met his, it was a dream. Lucid as it might be, he was sleeping. The girl would never trully come to him, not for comfort. Yet it was the first time he had slept without a nightmare of the girl phasing into his room and slitting his throat. The nerves within his being ached and screamed for release and he didn't know quite how to appease the need. He sighed, looking to his ceiling, regret and guilt filling him. A daily ritual that would never ever leave him.

Rogue looked to Merci in astonishment. " Y'not seriouse, are ya? " The elegant woman merely blinked, unamused and seeming to slip with her patience. " As a future memba of dis family, it's important dat y'know da propa mannerism's and diction suited fo' a LeBeau femme. " Now it was Rogue who blinked, " LeBeau? Ah assure ya, Ahm not marryin' anyone or anythan! " Merci folded her arms across her lap, annoyed, " Remy informed us of yo' upcoming marriage. "

The mutant's eye's creased in anger and she automatically stood, " About that, " and she turned to leave. It wasn't long before she was striding outside the estate and making for the gate. She had been woke up at 5:00 A.M for proper " training. " Merci had been firm about her language diction and her ettiquite, emphasizing grace and feminity. Rogue had thought it a game, perhaps a trick of the theif but it wasn't long before she heard the household gossip of the upcoming marriage. And where was Remy? She hadn't seen him that day and her fear had been mounting. She was finding that this joke wasn't a joke at all and something was terribly wrong. Merci seemed...serious.

She made to the entance only for Emil to bar her path once more, " Fo'give moi, but I do believe Mrs. Merci has not finished her lessons fo' the day, " he politely claimed as she glared daggers in his direction. " Lessons! That's what ya call 'em? Let me out of this prison. "

Emil frowned, her tone obviously deadly, " Desole, but I ask that you return to the house. Fo' yo' own good, mind you. "

Her tempered flared and she made to hit him. He caught her fist effortlessly, and made a quick jab to her stomach. The wind knocked out of her, she fell to the ground, her breath weezy. She heard a grunt and looked to see Emil falling as well, Remy towering above the two, fist still clenched.

" Chere, " he whispered lovingly, kneeling down to pick her up. " He...he won't let me go, " she hissed, clutching her stomach. In his arms, he began to walk back to the house, eye's intense and dark, " No chere, I won't let y'go. "

Kurt was getting frustrated and nervouse. Gambit hadn't called him in a week and Rogue was missing. He knew where his sister most likely would be, but it didn't help when the Cajun didn't call like he had promised. He was becoming edgy and swore that every glance given him was accusing and thoughtful. If the other's knew about his conspiracy to help Gambit take Rogue, then he would be done for. But he loved his sister and he knew she would be loved, no matter how much he despised the theif.

She was dying emotionally, here. With the other mutant, she could love and be loved and no judgement could be made of the two if they were locatyed somewhere else. But protectiveness came with that love for his sister and he wanted to know if she was alright. If she was happy. Or hurting. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair, returning to his homework. He would need a distraction to get him through the night. And work was probably the best one.

Kitty watched him with shrewd eye's, images flickering through her mind. Logan knew she was there, smelling her scent, but he paid no mind and she continued her observation. Maybe she could...she shook her head. Too soon. But she needed to. To get over her pain, she would have to. But how long would she wait to do it?

A/N: It was a filler chapter. And it sucked. I'm sorry. Please review and tell me what you think. Please.