Sorry, but I'm pressed for time, so there will be no individual responses for this chapter. But, a HUGE thanks to everyone who reviewed. And yes, there will be responses with the next chapter.

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GUILT: n. The fact or state having offended; remorseful awareness of having done something wrong; self-reproach for supposed inadequacy or wrongdoing; culpability.

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She flicked the radio off and bit her lip in frustration, glancing out the window as the car tore down the highway. The empty scenery whooshed by, the hot yellow sun beating down heavily, as if to mock her overdressed body. David's doing. Strangely enough, David was not the reason for all her guilt. Some yes, but she knew that David would wake up, and if it weren't for her stupid actions, she would would not be on the road to freedom, however cruel that sounded. Yes, he would suffer for this,and so would she, but this type of guilt she had already learnt to master, years ago. In any case though, the worry failed to leave her face. There was so much more on her mind.

"W'at's wrong, chere?" The Cajun questioned carelessly, checking his reflection in the mirror, and settling back. Dressed casually, clearly at ease with life, she envied him.

She shrugged, "Ah dunno."

He turned and gave her one, quick, searching look. Marie sighed. It hadn't even been three hours and already things were beginning to go wrong. Not that had anything had in fact gone wrong, but that feeling in her stomach continued to grow. As said before, so many thoughts filled her mind. So many that she could not think clearly, let alone verbally express her musings. So many things just did not make sense.

Such was the example of this car. The silver vehicle had been parked outside the house, and so big was her to run that she did not inquire, when Remy opened the door and invited her in. Then again, was it that she trusted Remy LeBeau so much that she would do whatever he wanted without question?

No, she was being stupid. That was totally not it.

"I remember somt'in of yours," Remy tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his lips twitching. He was attempting so start another conversation; apparently he was one of those types uncomfortable with silence.

However this time, she immediately struck to attention, noticing that for once he was deciding to speak in first person, "What?"

"A certain l'il list petite was making."

She frowned, "List? Oh that one… What about it?"

"Well it seemed a bit strange."

"Did it now?" She prayed she sounded vague enough.

"De mansion…"

Homesickness welled up inside her. Those two words had so much more meaning than he, Remy, could ever imagine. She had managed to push these feelings aside, but now, suddenly, they came pouring back. Questions, thoughts, memories filled her. What happened if she could never go back? Logan, Kitty, Bobby, Scott, Storm… she would never see them again. Never the way she remembered, that is. And then she froze, for one of those names, brought back haunting, heart jerking memories.

Bobby. The guilt overrode her. Every day she thought of him less. They had gone for three years, and herE she was barely remembering him. The two of them were, had been, the perfect couple. They were best friends and lovers, a connection so deep between them, they themselves could not comprehend. They were even loosely regarded as the next Scott and Jean, even if that romance had ended in a horrific tragedy, she remembered sadly. That one fateful day would never ever leave her memory, no matterhow oldshe was. .. And then she laughed, earning another worried look from Remy, as a realisation dawned on her. It was not a funny one, more ironic.

She couldn't even think about Bobby without wandering off! Such devotion!

It was like with… Logan.

Shit. The laughter stalled and died, as suddenly as it had appeared.

Should she convince Remy to go to Canada? Were they even heading in that direction? Would it be a wise move? She sighed, tired. Logan was the key to making this all right, but as time went on, she was less and less sure than she would ever see him again. And she needed him, more than ever, because before even when Logan had not been around, a small part of him had been permanently absorbed into her soul. Therefore, he was always with her, no matter what godly mess she found herself in.

Not anymore, though. She sighed again, heavily, and closed her eyes briefly.

"Y'sure y'fine, petite?"

"Yes!" Marie snapped, "Just leave me, okay? And – and concentrate of the driving, wherever we're going!"

Was it her imagination or did he look slightly hurt, as he slinked back and focused on the barren road?

She shook her head. Any more feelings of guilt, and would end up crazy. If she wasn't already, that was. Bored and annoyed, she mentally scanned through all the people that had affected her.

Remy. This confused her oh so badly. Like, why was he the first person she thought of? They had this link, a bond that made it impossible for them to remain apart. He wasn't supposed to even be here. But could they put aside their absurd feelings and just be friends?

Naturally, this word brought back even more episodes of before. Katie and Aimee had starring roles. Her old friends. If she had thought saying good-bye the first time had been horrible, then this was tragic. At least before in her timeline, she and Katie departed on strong bonds that seemed to take forever to fade. Now? Regret and would have been, would chase both of them till the end of their days. It was the same with Sarah and Jack.

Her parents? God, she felt so bad. Unlike many of the parents of students bordering at the institute they supported her. And what did she do? Run away, without a word. They probably were sick with worry, unable to even contact the police, due to her mutation. And it was all her damn fault. Selfish bitch.

Instantaneously, she sat up straighter, and corrected herself. Self –loathing would get her nowhere, except to a world filled with pain and misery. She did what she had to do. In the long term it would turn out for the best.

Yet, why did that not ease the guilt any less?

Next on her list, was Mystique. The one advantage of her otherwise shocking appearance was that at least in confirmed that this timeline was heading in the right way. Besides, one or two, abnormalities - yes that was a polite term – this time stream was very familiar, if not strenuous.

That red haired woman, though, now that was something new, and bit exciting. What was she doing here? Was she the key to getting back home? Marie didn't like admitting it, but that woman scared her. It was just simply so spine chilling that a stranger seemed to be following her everywhere. Watching her every move. And then that - that stupid fucking siren, that echoed irritatingly in her mind…

The she blinked. Siren? What siren?

She turned her head to peer at her side view mirror. In the distance, flashing lights could be seen, a shadow on the horizon. She frowned, confused, but then, slowly, a suspicious thought entered her head.

"Remy?" she said sweetly, turning towards him. He was staring straight ahead, almost as if he was trying to ignore the fiasco behind him.

He paused, slightly troubled by the tone of her voice, "Oui?"

"Where the fuck did you get this car?" She demanded indignantly, snapping back to her normal self, convinced she had his full attention.

"Uh…"

The police sirens blared louder behind them, and she could now see the lights clearly in the mirror. Remy swore under his breath.

"Did you steal it?" Marie gaped at him. She knew that he was low, but stealing a car? That was something entirely different. That was illegal!

"O' course not!" Remy bristled.

She sank back into her chair, temporarily relieved.

"Remy prefers de derm acquiring from people w'o can afford it," he continued, pressing his foot on the accelerator, and swerving right dangerously.

It was several moments before Marie figured out the true meaning of that last statement. And by then, it was all to late.

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A/N: Short but sweet, non? Three weeks, (shrugs), sorry, stupid homework! This was just a filler chapter basically to go over her situation in full. Should be more action in coming chapters. And don't forget, reviews are good….

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…There are many bonds other than friendship
Bonds that we don't understand
Bonds that we don't need to understand
Bonds that are nameless, that are just to be experienced
Bonds that don't have any boundaries, no limits
Bonds that bind the heart together
Bonds of passion, bonds of love…

- (Random quote from random movie)