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Summary: What if? Alternate Universe. Gambit joins the x-men before Rogue does in fact Rogue's never heard of the x-men. shes been locked away in a secure facility somewhere near the x-men's home as part of the project Weapon X. One of the original ten she tries desperatley to escape her past after escaping hell, but will it all just come back to haunt her no matter how hard she runs?


She ran wildly through the forest, her head dizzy and filled with raging voices as the sedative she had been given slowly began to ware off. She gripped her head with one of her hands, letting a small moan of pain escape her lips as she fought her way through the dense area she'd just hit. The voices she could hear were driving her crazy, they'd never been this bad before and she knew why. A new psyche was fighting away for her say, possibly even for control. Carol Danvers, an ex-military woman who now worked for the organisation that captured and enslaved people as if they were no more than stray dogs. Captured people, no mutants, just like her. The word sickened her to the pit of her stomach, mutant. Just thinking that it was people just like her that had imprisoned and tortured her and so many like her, it made her want to die. She shuddered and smirked at the irony of it all, people just like her were imprisoned and by the very people they should have been able to trust, people like Carol.

She stumbled over a fallen branch as she heard the sound of vehicles and rabid dogs behind her. She had considered flying away but given that she could barely walk let alone run, which she was doing extremely badly at that moment. She considered it a safer option to stay on the ground, well, for the time being. She paused against a tree just in an attempt to collect her thoughts, or at least what were now her thoughts. She knew there was a road nearby, a road that would take her away from this hell but as much as she clawed away at the thoughts she just could reach the one she desperately needed, directions. Knowing a road was there was all well and good but without directions or flight she could run around the forest for hours and never find a way out.

"Stupid girl ya shoulda stayed in ya cell." She murmured as she rubbed her forehead once more before beginning to run again as the sound of the dogs got uncomfortably close. As she ferociously and easily fought her way through another patch of overgrown, dense undergrowth she stumbled and slide across a tarmac surface. She sighed and stood from the ground dusting stray pebbles that had clung to her damp skin. She studied for any grazes that should have been left on her uncovered waist by the hard surface, but Carol was still fresh in her mind and she should have remembered that her skin was now impenetrable. She glanced around the surrounding area, the moons light providing enough light for her strange eyes to focus on a figure not far down the road. And they had a bike. She ran, as best she could towards them, her body tired and ready to give up the fight.

As she got closer she could feel her heart beginning to sink, the bike didn't look all that different from the ones she had been chased down on before. She slowed her pace from running to and uncertain walk as she prayed to god that her gut instinct was right and her head was panicking for no reason. The stranger seemed to have picked up on presence and turned to look straight at her, she paused for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes burnt into the dark night air and she didn't doubt for a second that he could see her perfectly. She had only ever seen eyes like that on one other person, herself and even then it had only been one of her temporary transfers. From completely black eyes glowed with a burning crimson. She also knew such eyes meant only one thing, he was a mutant and that meant he could so easily just be a guard for those people. Her fears were only reassured as he stared at her as she struggled to keep her balance; he put a cigarette to his lips and lit it with a tiny explosion of light. He took a drag from the cigarette while seductively leant against the bike before he spoke.

"Ya alright petite?" He asked in a strangely familiar accent but she had been secluded from civilisation for so long she could not remember from where it belonged. She felt weak; her mouth was dry as she tried to speak, preventing words from escaping her lips. She shook her head; it was all she could think to do. As soon as she had, she wished she had not, her head pounded even harder now and all she longed for was sleep and silence. Unfortunately today did not seem her lucky day as the sound and wind created by a helicopter's blades neared and nearly knocked her off her feet. She stumbled forwards and to her surprise into the arms of the stranger. He smelt odd, for years all she had smelt was sweat and blood, he did not smell like that there were hints of exotic spies her taste buds and once craved and the cigarette's he smoked. He held onto her shaking arms, though they did not shake because it was cold but instead with fear and the desperation for sleep.

"Mutant no. 007 stand forward and give yourself up!" The voice was propelled down on them over a loudspeaker. She seriously contemplated moving forwards, it wouldn't be fair of her to get the stranger mixed up in all of this, he probably already feared the organisation enough as it was. Shakily and hesitantly she tried to step away from his chest but his strong arms kept her close. "I repeat, give yourself up." The voice was demanding and filled with annoyance for the trouble she had caused.

"Let me go and get out of here." She whispered it was all she could manage through her exhaustion.

"No can do Cherie, ya in need o' Remy's help and he ain't gonna leave ya here wit dem." She was surprised he had been able to hear her voice; it had been so faint that even she herself was not sure if she had really spoken the words. "Dere gonna be a bright light in a moment petite, ya may want t' close ya eye's." She wished she could but she knew if she shut them now even for the smallest amount of time she would not wake easily. She watched as he lifted a playing card from his pocket, she watched even more intently as the card burst to life with a glowing hue of energy. With impressive and deadly accuracy he threw the card, it sliced through the air with ease heading straight for its target, the helicopter. In and explosion of light and heat the vehicle exploded, yet as she had suspected the men and women inside had found their way to safety. "Maybe now be a good time t' leave, non?" he asked as he mounted the bike. She watched helplessly as he dragged her weakened form with him. He revved the engine and watched with a smirk as the mercenaries ran towards them. "Hold on Cherie." He whispered to her before she grabbed his waist in timing with the movement of the bike. She watched sleepily as he flipped a small box open on the ride handle. A button was revealed which he quickly pressed. The speed of the bike impressed her she could only match the excitement to the speed of flying.


It did not take them long to both outrun their chasers and to arrive outside a large but beautifully kept mansion. They had driven up the drive as silently as possible and she waited for him to dismount before she considered doing the same. Her body again denied her the strength for the independence she craved and she stumbled off the bike and once again into his strong hold. "Ya not t' good on ya feet, eh Cherie?" She remained silent she felt like she were going to drown in his eyes as he stared at her awaiting an answer.

"Ah guess not." She whispered, her body still refusing an attempt she made to stand alone.

He looked over her intently as she leant against him using the strength of his hold just to keep herself on her feet. She was dressed in a small sweat top and pants, her toned middle on show for all to see. He admired the curvaceous nature of her body. Even more intriguing to him was the unusual white streak running through the front of her hair. Bright emerald eyes glinted in the moon light but the lids hug as though she were fighting a continuous battle just to stay awake. "Cherie ya still with me?" He asked curious as to weather or not the girl really was alright. She nodded her head but she kept the motions small.

"Ya be lookin' at Remy, what about ya petite ya got a name?" she looked puzzled for a moment and her eyelids dropped before she fought the back open again.

"Rogue . . ." she whispered as he watched her give in to her bodies needs and felt the full of her weight in his arms. Scooping her up into his arms he steadily began his way to the mansion, she may not have weighed much in his muscular arms but he still feared that if he dropped her she might break. He carried her like a fallen angel as he approached the main entrance to the house. As he reach for the door handle it was pulled away from his reach.

"Remy LeBeau! Where the hell have you been? Do you know how angry Logan is?" The dark skinned woman stood before him questioned before she even realised he was carry someone.

"Ssh Cherie ya wake her." He spoke softly afraid to wake the young woman despite the fact he knew she was more likely unconscious.

"By the goddess Remy what have you done?" The woman asked as she stroked away a strand of curled white hair from the young woman's face.

"Long story but Remy tell ya about it later Cherie, right now he wonderin' if ya know where he might find Hank." The woman nodded and rushed him in taking care of the door herself.

"Hank's in the infirmary, he's just tending to an injury Bobby got training."

"Dat boy's too clumsy for his own good." He spoke over his shoulder and he quickly walked to the back of the entrance hallway and disappeared down one of the corridors.


A/N: i have decided to re-write this story and hopefully complete it this time round. The plot has changed quite dramatically as anyone who read this before will know. so hold on tight as we take a trip round the world of alternate universes and please enjoy the ride.

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