Hello! I got this out as soon as I could. This is Part 4 of the Romy Chronicles, though it will be at least 4 chapters I'm thinking. This is the only chapter I've written so far so I'm not sure yet. Anyway, I'm really glad you all like my stories so far! Makes me very happy! Lol. I hope you'll enjoy this one too. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible so it might have a lot of grammar mistakes cause I'm really tired and want to go to bed. Lol. So enjoy!

Disclaimer: The characters and plotlines of X-Men Evolution unfortunately don't belong to moi. Also, this idea of chronicling certain events in a character's life doesn't belong to me either. Full credit goes to Deandra who writes awesome Lord of the Rings stories. I got this idea from her and I suggest you go read her stuff.

The Romy Chronicles

Part 4: Connections

Chapter 1- Kidnapped

Brrrr...Brrr...

Remy opened one eye blearily, slowly and reluctantly awakening. His cell phone was on his dresser vibrating loudly and yet Remy was tempted to just let it ring so he could go back to sleep. Making an annoyed noise, he pushed back his covers and swung his feet onto the cold metal floor. Only a couple people actually had his cell number so he figured it had to be important. Padding softly over to his dresser and stifling a yawn he checked the id. It was his brother.

"Remy was havin' a really good dream and it be 7 in de mornin', so dis better be impor'ant, Henri," he said after he flipped open his phone.

"It is!" his older brother insisted. "Remy, pére's been kidnapped by de Assasins!"

Remy's mouth dropped open noticeably and he almost dropped his phone. He was wide awake now. "Don't kid Remy, mon frére. That ain't funny," he said into the phone, sitting down on his bed.

"Would I kid about dis sorta t'ing, Remy?"

Remy sighed and rubbed his freehand across his face. "Non," he said finally. "No, y' wouldn't. Tell Remy evert'ing."

"Dere's no time for dat, home. Y' gotta get back down here as soon as y' can!" Henri told him, his voice filled with urgency.

"Pardonnez moi?" Remy asked him, not bothering to try and hide the incredulity in his voice. "Y' want me t' do what? I t'ought I told y' Henri. I ain't comin' back."

"But y' gotta Remy," his brother pleaded. "Pére's life is on de line! De Assasins are holding him in dere headquarters. You're de best we have when it comes t' getting inta places, petite frére. We can' get 'im outta dere wid'out y'."

As much as Remy loved to here he was the best, he wasn't placated. "Don' try an' flatter dis Cajun, Henri. It ain't gonna work. Jean-Luc prob'ly got 'imself inta dis mess, an' he can get 'imself out of it," the red-eyed thief said firmly, considering the conversation over.

Henri was persistent though, if nothing else. "Remy, he be y' father. Y' can' jus' leave 'im dere."

"He hasn't been a father t' me in years, Henri. Y' know dat," Remy reminded him.

Henri sighed audibly over the phone. "I hate t' use dis Remy, but Jean-Luc did take y' in," he reminded Remy, who closed his eyes in despair and remembrance. "He took y' in when no one else would. Gave y' a name, shelter, and a family. Don' turn y' back on 'im now, frére. No' when he needs y' de most."

Remy almost growled in anger. How dare his bother make him feel as though he owed Jean-Luc something. After all he's made me do for 'im! Only usin' me f'r my pow'rs, he thought, his angry eyes downcast. His eyes. He looked up at the mirror across from him, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness of his room.

He had been abandoned as a small toddler because of his demon eyes. He remembered an orphanage once upon a time. He could still hear the older children's jeers, them calling him 'Le Diable Blanc'. Remy had never liked it there so he had run away, convince he could raise himself. At 7 yeard old, he was already a decent pickpocket. But no one could fool the Master, him least of all, which was why when he set his sights on pick pocketing a well off looking man in the French Quarter of New Orleans, he had been stopped. To make a long story short, Jean-Luc had seen his potential and invited the young orphan into his family of thieves. Henri was right. Jean-Luc had given him everything, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

"Frére?" Henri's hesitant voice sounded over the phone.

Remy let out a deep sigh and ran a hand threw his hair. "Alright Henri, y' get y' way. Remy'll be dere as soon as he can. An' listen here, I'll be expectin' a big feast from Tante Mattie when I haul pére's sorry ass back t' the house. You got dat?" he ask, getting up and pulling on the bottom part of his Acolyte uniform.

"I got it, don' worry," Henri told him, relief evident in his voice. "Y' don' know how much dis means—,"

Remy, annoyed enough with his brother for making him feel guilty, clicked the end button of his phone long enough to turn it off. He pulled on the upper part of his uniform before sitting down and deciding how he was going to do this. With Magneto gone the Acolytes had been basically free from their contracts, so he was free to do as he pleased. The question was, how he was going to find the Assassin Headquarters. No one but their own knew where it was, thought the Thieves had searched. He needed some help. Mutant help, to be exact.

Not Pyro, he thought, mentally crossing St. John's name off. The Aussie was a maniac and more likely to set fire to New Orleans then help him rescue his father. Colossus couldn't help him either. When Piotr had left for Russia, Remy had exchanged phone numbers for him if they ever needed some help, but this mission called for stealth that the giant tin man didn't have.

That left him with one option. Rogue. Remy was unashamed to say that he had been watching Rogue for some time now. At school, in town, at the park, and he had even managed to get past the Xavier Institute's security a couple times without detection. She looked so unhappy to him, which she had al the right to be after Apocalypse had used her and after what happened with Mystique. The poor girl looked like she barely slept anymore, since even her gothic makeup couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes. Yes, the chere needed to get away from it all. An' Remy knows jus' where t' take 'er, he thought, pulling on his gloves and boots.

Remy figured he would help Rogue and she would help him. With her powers she could easily acquire the information he needed. She can't know 'bout de rescue mission though, Remy decided. We'll let 'er figure dat out on 'er own. Dis'll be just be like a little vacation. She wouldn't come willingly at first though, so he needed some knock out gas. Remy smirked. How convenient was it that the boss man usually kept a nice little supply of it on the base? And since old Mags had gone and got himself off, much to the amusement of St. John, there was no one to stop him from taking some.

Slipping into his signature trench coat and grabbing his bo staff, Remy started to leave the room. At the door he stopped and surveyed the room he had been living in for the last half a year. It barely looked like he had lived there and the only sign that he had was the unmade bed. Remy shrugged and flicked off the lights. He doubted he would ever come back here.

He had joined Magneto's cause as a way to leave his life in his father's guild behind him. While Remy had never really believe in Magneto's ideas, he didn't feel that people would just accept mutants peacefully, so joining seemed like a good idea. Lately though, he had begun to feel like more of a lacky then an equal like Magneto always said they were. He had been getting ready to leave anyway when Magneto had been killed. The whole mutant terrorist deal was getting a little old for him. So now he was finally leaving.

He entered the stock room of the base and quickly found some liquid knock out gas. Taking his bo staff he opened up a little notch in it and carefully poured a small amount of it into the staff. Putting the bottle back on the shelf and slipped his staff back into his coat. Remy checked his watch. It was 7:21. Bayville High started at a quarter to 8. Remy knew that Rogue had taken to talking to school, having separated herself from her X-Men teammates. So as long as he left now he might be able to catch her before she got to school.

And catch her Remy will, he thought confidently, making his way to the base's exit. And maybe, he can help de Rogue as much as she'll help him.

Peering out from an alleyway near Bayville High School, Remy watched as Rogue and the X-Man he knew as Nightcrawler had some words before the blue furry elf in disguise turned his back on her and started on towards school. From where he was standing, Rogue looked crushed and he knew she was contemplating skipping school for the day. She had been doing that a lot lately. To Remy's luck, Rogue started to turn back the way she had come from, walking his way.

He quickly hid back in the alleyway, listening for her soft footsteps. She came into his line of view suddenly and without a though Remy reached out and pulled her into the alley. Immediately she recognized him and became angry, struggling against his hold on her wrist. "What'd you think yoah doin'?" she asked him. She was half frightened and half angry as hell.

He pulled her close, wrapping his arm around her to stop hold her still, being careful not to touch her skin. "You are way too tense, chere," he told her seriously, though with a small grin on his face. He leaned close to speak in her ear. "And have jus' de t'ing for y'. Somet'ing to help y' relax," he said, pressing a button on his bo staff, releasing the knock out gas.

Rogue fell unconscious almost immediately and fell to the ground before Remy could catch her. He took out some binds he had stuffed away in his duster and tied her hands behind her back and tied her ankles together. Dis is for y' own good, chere, he told her mentally. He also took off his trench coat and wrapped her in it. The boxcar he and her were hitching a ride on was bound to be chilly. Wouldn't want my chere to catch a cold, he thought amusedly, picking up her limp body.

As I said last time, not all my stories are going to begin with C's. This is just a coincidence…another C word. Lol. Whatever. I hope you guys liked it. I'll try and write the next chapter really soon! Please review! It makes me happy. XD