DISCLAIMER: Little me own nothing in here but the plot. There – short and sweet.

Author's Note: Okay, I know I said I would post this up last month, and I didn't. I'm really sorry. Things picked up the pace and (winces) you know what happened then.

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(!#$&In Jeremy's Mind &$#!)

…deserves it…

Come on…McCoy…know…I mean…good comes…Rogue…made…think Remy…last…her…

Liar…good-for…fiend!

…fiend? You're the…

…were…who…Remy…

…proof…have…

…uh…uh…you…

…you…the…to accuse…

…just…Grey…knows Remy rejected…and you…stand the fact that…to Rogue…

Look, I…about…give up without…

So you…him…

No, it…mistake…was for that…bitch but the…the fall for…but…okay…If I…him, I'll make sure skunk…can't have…

No, it can't be true. Lies! They're all lies!

(!#$&Back To The Present&$#!)

Emerald-onyx eyes slowly flickered to life.

'My…head...' Jeremy thought.

He lifted his head slowly and opened his eyes gently against the harsh lighting of the Med Lab. The throbbing in his head intensified and he moaned at the incessant pounding. It did not help that the room was spinning as well.

Bits and pieces of conversations rang at the back of his head and Jeremy thought harder. However, the harder he tried to recall, the harder it was for him to make sense what all of it meant. All he could identify was anger – intense raging anger for a certain red-head.

'Why can't I recall anything? Man, this sucks!'

After some time, Jeremy gave up. Instead, he contended himself with running his nimble fingers through his sleeping mother's locks.

"Junior?"

Jeremy opened his eyes to slits just so that he could identify the speaker.

"Hey, Mr. Logan," he croaked. "What time is it now?"

"Almost midnight."

His head plopped onto the bed, the utter confusion weighing heavily in his groggy mind. His stomach rumbled and he cursed it under his breath. The fogged mess had killed his appetite.

"Better eat something, Junior."

By then, the drumming in his head had lessened to a tolerable throb, so Jeremy complied immediately. That was something Remy had taught his son. "Better to comply and get it over with when Monsieur Claws uses that tone."

The sandwich had become chilled and soggy and the crackers were soft from over-exposure to air but he still forced them down his parched throat. The food tasted horrible and to rid them off the taste, he washed them down with a tall glass of cold milk.

After eating, Jeremy left the Med Lab to freshen up and get some stuff from his bedroom. On the way there, he heard hushed conversations. He went closer and strained his ears to listen better.

'I wish I had Wolvie's sense of hearing.'

"…Rogue…Remy…"

"…death…bitch…Remy's death…"

A burst of white light exploded in Jeremy's vision and the pounding returned with much vengeance. His eyes were pulsating and his head felt like exploding. He groped for something to hold onto when the splitting headache besieged him, claiming him for the second time.

But not before a familiar silhouette caught his eye.

(!#$&Remy's Point of View&$#!)

"Why is this happening now?" Remy asked rhetorically and softly as he watched Jeremy fall to the floor.

Remy would have caught his son from hitting the ground if only he could. Instead, he chose to stand watch over his son, twirling his ever-faithful bo staff deftly in silence.

He knew what was causing Jeremy's blackouts and headaches. Heck, he had the same power as Jeremy. The only difference was Remy was dead – in a sense.

With nothing to do, Remy thought over the past few days.

'Why is Remy here?'

'To help chere and Jeremy move on.'

'Why Remy?'

'Becausehe's the last resort.'

'What if Remy don't make it?'

'…No, I can't think like that.' Remy winced. He really did not want to fathom the consequences should he fail.

'How does Remy plan to go about then?'

Remy paused in mid-twirl and ruby-onyx orbs fixated on the unconscious boy. He watched as the boy's chest rise and fall, where with every breath, his heart swelled with unduly love and strengthened his determination to ace this particular mission.

'That I promise you,' Remy vowed steely.

Remy fidgeted. He was restless. He could not just stand there and do nothing, so he walked over to Jeremy. Silently, he crouched to Jeremy's level. A hand extended, moving so slowly as if afraid. Gently, he laid a hand on Jeremy's hot forehead. It phased through and Remy sighed sadly.

"Pere has to go now, petit. He'll be back. Take care and rest well," Remy said as he dropped a feather-light kiss onto Jeremy's sweaty forehead.

"Je t'aime, mon fils. #I love you, my son.# "

(!#$&Rogue's Mind&$#!)

"Alright Rogue, you have had more than enough time already. I'm coming for you," Remy said into the dark space. He knew Rogue could hear him. There was no way she could not.

"NO!" The reply echoed, just as intense as before.

"Yes I am, like it or not," Remy muttered.

Rogue was sitting pretzel style a few feet away, unaware that Remy was heading stealthily for her. By the time she noticed the towering apparition over her, it was too late. She tried the same old trick but a calm hand on her shoulder stopped her in her track.

"Let me go."

"Non."

Rogue closed her eyes and concentrated harder. Nothing happened. She could not teleport or phase as long as the hand was there.

She swung a hand onto her shoulder, in hope of overthrowing the intruder. It phased through. She kneed his shins, she punched his toes, she clawed at the hand, she grabbed at him, yet, everything failed.

A sweat rolled down the side of her face.

"I did it once, I'll do it again!"

Remy merely watched.

Rogue swung her arms around wildly, she tried rolling away, standing, squirming, slinking, snaking, crawling – all in vain. Even kicking Remy did not seem to fare any better than others.

'I don't believe this! This is ridiculous!'

Perspiration fell in rivulets, matting her platinum streaks to her forehead. Rogue was drained and she had run out of ideas on how to escape from Remy's 'evil' clutch.

'This is not right. This is my head, my mind. I should be the one in control,' Rogue thought as she rested her weary body.

'I'm overlooking something…but what?'

Rogue resettled into her lotus-style sitting position, body upright and arms lay limp on her toned thighs.

When you're lost, think back step-for-step. Focus on the details and do not rush, she recalled an old advice that saw her through the many times of uncertainty and when all hopes seemed lost.

'Right. That's what I need to do.' Rogue took a deep breath, freed her mind and travelled back in time mentally.

Everything was silent, even the loud banging of the walled-up psyches had stopped. It was as if time had slowed down to slow motion.

In…out…in…out…in…out…

Suddenly, emerald orbs snapped open, fire burning brightly. Sharp crimson replaced the china white of her skin, lips upturned into an ugly snarl.

"I've always knew you were a sad lowlife but never would I have thought you would stoop to such low levels, you pathetic lower-than-pond scum bastard," Rogue growled. With a finger flick, she had Remy levitating.

"You have been nothing but a resilient thorn in my flesh. You used me, you lied to me, you blackmailed me and you…hurt me in unthinkable ways."

'No, you are NOT going to cry now. You will tell it to his face with all transparency,' Rogue admonished herself.

"And I will not tolerate any mind control from you LeBeau, not even an attempt."

The light in Remy's eyes dimmed with sadness for a second before they re-ignited with ferocity.

"Je suis desolè chere #I'm sorry dear#. It's for your own sake," Remy said as he fell to the ground.

"Wha – " Realisation dawned on Rogue. "NO! You will not control me!"

"I will if I must."

"Then I will not be accountable for your demise – again!"

"If that's the way you want it."

Both Remy and Rogue closed their eyes in deep concentration, each strongly motivated by circumstances and their own sense of purpose.

The immense force pushed them off their feet but they held their ground. Breeze picked up and whipped Rogue's auburn-platinum locks unruly and Remy's ponytail flared at the end. The wind howled in their ears and the emptiness surrounding them vibrated with the growing intensity of the force.

"You have got to stop chere. You'll only be hurt more."

"I will not go down without a fight! Not with you!"

"Then you leave me with no choice," Remy ended.

(!#$&Med Lab&$#!)

"Mr McCoy!" Rosalyn screamed as she watched Rogue tremble in bed. Rogue had gone paler than usual and she looked like she would melt into the pristine white sheets.

The trembling intensified and Rosalyn shrieked in fright.

Hank rushed as soon as he heard the scream.

"What happened!" Hank commanded harshly, urgency misplacing his manners.

He looked at the monitors and stared. Something was not right. Rogue's vital stats were stable, including her brainwaves.

Ororo came by and placed her hands on Rosalyn's shoulders. "What's wrong?"

"It's Rogue. She convulsed but her stats are all stable. This is not making any sense."

"Could the machines have malfunctioned?"

"Impossible. They just came back from maintenance."

"Maybe you imagined it. After all, you have hardly any rest since Rogue was admitted," Ororo asserted.

"No, no. I did not imagine it. Ms Edwards can verify for me."

Rosalyn's thoughts broke off at the mention of her name. "I saw it too, Ms Monroe."

"All right, so it was real. But that does not mean you do not have to rest Hank," Ororo said.

Hank held his tongue. He knew better than to protest when Ororo was looking at him rather pointedly.

"Child, would you prefer hot chocolate or coffee?"

"Coffee please. Thank you."

Hank threw a glance at his sleeping patient as he walked out of the Med Lab.

'The surveillance cameras are running. The alarms are loud and clear. The machines are in good condition. Nothing could go wrong,' Hank thought.

'Right?'

(!#$&Back to Rogue's Mind&$#!)

By now, howling winds were screeching, as if in unbearable pain. Temperature dipped and the vastness of space was compacting. Rogue gasped at the pressure pressing upon her. She felt as though her body was being crushed. Her trachea constricted and she was blinded for a second.

But Rogue would not go down. She would rather die trying than submit.

'I have to move forward. I NEED to!' Rogue urged herself. She knew it was ethically wrong in a fight but she was going to do it. Damn all who opposed her!

Remy smiled grimly. He was very disappointed that Rogue refused to listen to him. It did not discourage him but it hampered his efforts.

"Last chance, chere. After that, there's no turning back," Remy said, hoping on the negligible percentage that Rogue would change her mind.

In reply, Rogue lunged at Remy with blistering speed. An outstretched hand aiming for the cold flesh on his face.

'Wrong move, chere. Wrong move,' Remy thought as he waved a hand lethargically. Rogue halted in her tracks immediately, eyes widened and jaw slackened.

The wind froze instantaneously, its whipping force distinctly visible. The temperature remained and the space had stopped packing.

"Il n'a pas dû arriver comme ce chere. Ceci était que je n'avais pas planifié. #It didn't have to happen like this chere. This wasn't what I had planned#" Remy said quietly as he stared into the frozen emeralds. He traced a finger from her lips to her hairline, running a soft hand over her stilled shocking tresses.

"Vous n'a pas d'idée qu'il est cruel pour moi vous faire ceci, chere. Comment je pourrais mourir juste regardant vous aime ceci. #You have no idea how cruel it is for me to do this to you, chere. How I could die just watching you like this.#" Remy turned away before the sight could overwhelm him.

'Il y a le beaucoup de travail être fait. Leur mieux obtient avant de c'est trop tard. #There's much work to be done. Better get to them before it's too late.#'

(!#$&Back To The Present&$#!)

Laura was filling in what happened after Amara left when she caught a soft striking sound. She squinted her eyes and cocked her head to one side, as if to hear better. All the while wondering why was she not getting any foreign scent. Curiosity got the better of her and she crouched to their bedroom door.

"What's up, X?"

X-23 quickly hushed her roommate, who rolled her eyes at her paranoia.

As quietly as a mouse, Laura peered around the door. What she saw shocked her so much that she tumbled to the floor with a loud adamantium THUMP, and Amara winced.

Amara pushed the door open and raised an eyebrow at the unconscious figure. Meanwhile, Laura was staring unhappily at Jeremy.

"You wait here. I'll get Mr McCoy," Amara said as she took off to the Med Lab.

"MR McCOY! ARE YOU HERE?"

Amara, I believe there is no need to be screaming around for the doctor, Professor Xavier told his student telepathically.

Sorry Professor. Any idea where Mr McCoy is?

He is in the kitchen.

Thanks Professor.

You're welcome.

(!#$&In The Kitchen&$#!)

"Hank, please. You need a break away from the infirmary and everything in it."

"I know 'Ro. It's just that I'm so close to the answer yet it's so far," Hank cited the cause of his unhappiness. "Something is going on with Rogue. I know it, I can feel it but I cannot explain nor prove it."

"What about Jeremy?"

"Jeremy? What's wrong with him?" Rosalyn asked with panic. Her eyes darted nervously from one adult to the other. "Mr McCoy? Ms Monroe?"

"You do know that Jeremy has a very big possibility of being a mutant, right?"

Rosalyn nodded.

"Lately, strange things have been happening in this mansion; and all of them revolved around Jeremy."

"Like what things?"

"Remember when you brought Jeremy his dinner in the Med Lab? Before everyone gate-crashed?"

Rosalyn nodded again.

"One of them occurred while we were having dinner. An argument broke out and some chinaware was broken. That was when we saw Jeremy, or so we thought. Hence the gate-crash party."

"Oh," Rosalyn said softly.

"I think Junior's powers are beginning to surface."

The trio turned towards the voice nursing a bottle of Baron's Strong Brew.

"Powers? As in more than one?"

"Yeah."

"Before Junior woke up, I heard water dripping from a tap. I went over and twisted the knob closed. A drop hung onto the mouth and Junior was stirring awake. I told the kid to eat something and he waved me off. I didn't notice anything then. It was only after he went up to his room that I saw the drop of water suspended," Logan explained.

"Is the drop of water still there?" Hank asked hopefully, the thought of batteries of experiments and volumes of theories perking him up.

"Sorry bub, it ain't no more."

Hank's face fell.

"It disappeared when I touched it."

Three pairs of eyebrows rose.

Logan had a swig before answering. "You heard me right. It vanished just like that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"It didn't go down the drain?"

"No."

"Did it touch the wash basin?"

"No," Logan growled. The Twenty-Question game was starting to irritate him.

"Was there any remnant on your finger when you touched the drip?"

"No!"

"Is it possi –"

"GODDAMN IT HANK! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

A loud crunch and soft tinkers were heard. Blood oozed between balled stubby fingers, thick red blood pooling at the threshold.

"Look, I've told you all I know that happened. There was no scent of chlorine or dampness. It was like it never happened."

Questions arose but no one said anything and before Logan left, he said, "Leave the mess. I'll clean it up later."

Hank stood up, stretching his exhausted muscles and loaded his mug into the dishwasher.

"Thank you for the coffee and company 'Ro. You too Rosalyn. I will be in the Med Lab if you need me."

With that said, Hank turned and left.

Ororo closed her eyes and shook her head quietly, disappointment creeping about the fact that all her efforts had been shot to hell.

Rosalyn just looked out the kitchen window.

Just then Amara came barging into the kitchen.

"Mr McCoy?" Amara looked around quickly. "Where's Mr McCoy?"

"Med Lab."

(!#$&In the Med Lab&$#!)

Hank stooped over the microscope, examining a recent slide of Rogue's blood cells. Although his keen eye was trained on the slide, it was unseeing. His mind was wondering too much to notice a red blood cell in mid-lysis.

A knock resonated throughout the quiet infirmary and Hank looked up.

"Mr McCoy?"

"Yes, Kitty?"

"Here," Kitty said as she showed Hank a transparent disc. "I've finished the programme you wanted. Do you want me to install it for you?"

"Yes please."

A few quick jabs at the computer keyboard and the installation started running.

"I've set the programme to run updates after the installation is complete," Kitty said as she stood up and straightened her soft purple floral print dress and fluffed her curled hair.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yup, fishing." Kitty grinned widely.

Hank gave a small laugh. "Alright, have fun then."

Kitty nodded and waved as she exited the room.

Slowly he treaded across the room and over to his computer. He sat in his big comfy swivel chair and he skimmed through Dr McTaggart's reply. A passing phase…psychology issues…mutation powers…spirituality…

Hank pinched the bridge of his nose. Unenthusiastically, he looked around the infirmary. His eyes rested on the running screen and he watched as profiles of the X-Men were cleaned up and updated.

Moments passed and the programme stopped running. Big red words flashed angrily on the screen.

It stated 'NEW DISCOVERIES FOUND'.

And it was a LeBeau's file.

O.o so, which LeBeau's file is it? Jeremy or Rogue's? Tell me what you think. Meanwhile, leave me a review? Thanks ;-)