A/N: I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner but it's my final show at college and I'm pretty weighed down with work. Anyway I have managed to find the time to write this for you. 9 whole pages on word! Just hope it was worth the wait for you all. I do believe there may be some swearing in frech in this chapter, just a warning.


Slowly she lowered her raised hands and stared down the barrel of the gun being held to her head. Her heart stopped dead and refused to beat as she felt all hope drain from her mind. Slowly and shakily she stood from her seat and watched as the panic in her own eyes was matched by the panic in the soldiers. Her mind seemed to drown out the screams of the restaurant's clients and workers as if they had never existed in the first place and she was thankful for the silence in their place.

"Mutant 007 stand down or we will shoot! I repeat stand down!" She glanced off to the right where she heard the voice and then back. She could feel Remy glaring at the man as he tried desperately to reach for the hand she continually snatched away from his hold all the while refusing to break her eye contact with the soldier.

"What if ah don't" Her voice was amazingly confident and she almost managed to convince herself that she was just that, almost. The barrel of the gun shook as her question sent shivers of fear down the young man's spine.

"Our orders are to apprehend mutant 007, we will shoot." Her jaw tightened and she grabbed the barrel end of the gun and compressed the metal as if it were nothing more than a soft petal in her hand.

"Think de lady just made her decision clear." A smirking Remy informed the soldiers as he stood at her side with a deadly handful of glowing cards. Remy's presence at her side sent a surge of reassurance through her body and suddenly she felt confident that she could take on the whole world, if she needed to. And yet, she wished that he had not felt compelled to play the hero and had instead thought only about saving his own life. Both were aware of the effort Jake was making to remove innocent lives from the building before likely doing the same for himself, every mutant knew what these men meant and no mutant ever wanted that. Especially not Rogue. With no effort at all she swiped the gun from the soldier's hands and flung it into a far wall. Her emeralds shone like cats eyes in the dim lighting as Remy's smirk extended onto her own lips. She walked calmly forwards removing a glove as she did so, the soldier almost paralysed by her sultry stare. At the same time Remy seemed to take to the air sending down volleys of perfectly aimed explosives. Her bare hand travelled the length of the soldiers arm before it reached his bare cheek.

Remy glanced back to check on Rogue despite knowing she could hold her own, as evident from the bullets falling to the floor without invading her body. He watched as her fingertips rested on the young man's cheek, his veins quickly rose to the surface of his skin leading like roots back to her fingertips. The man paled and seemed to be struggling just to inhale air as Rogue kept her brief hold on him. Remy couldn't help but notice how much it was like watching someone's life slowly drain away from their body and suddenly realised why Rogue still insisted on gloves despite having control. As soon as she released him his body fell to the floor in its limp state. Her eyes widened with fear as if hit by a revelation as she glanced around the room, petrified of every dancing shadow.

She didn't want to believe the young mans thoughts anymore than she wanted to accept that they had found her. She didn't want to, but she was forced to as the voices of the soldiers and screams of innocents awaked her from her disbelief.

"The element of surprise is gone!" Yelled the same voice that had addressed her before and in her panic she failed to sense the being coming at her from behind until it was too late.

"Hello pretty." His voice was a gruff purr to her ears and her body stiffened as he embraced her from behind. She bit down on the inside of her mouth to stop herself from screaming as he rubbed his face into her hair and took long sniffs of her sent. "You still smell sweet." He announced as he relished in her sent. She could feel herself beginning to hyperventilate a he stroked a gloved part of his hand down her cheek.

"Get off meh Creed." Her voice escaped her throat in a low growl.

"I always did love that temper of yours." She fought desperately to slow her breathing and shield her fear but with each new time he touched her deep horrors awakened in her mind.

"And ah always hated ya'll." She spat with venom as the exchange of words began to settle her growing fears. She struggled weakly against his strong grip not wanting to give away her real strength. He roared with laughter.

"Ya like a fly caught in a web, ain't no way out."

"Wanna bet on that?" She asked as she swung her heel back, with all the strength she owned, into his groin. It had the desired effect and he crumpled to the floor instantly releasing her as he gripped his crotch. As soon as she was released she soared into the air, afraid that if she touched the floor she would be that fly in the web. A low growl steadily grew into a fully fledged roar as he stumbled back onto his feet.

"You'll pay for that later sweetheart." She mimicked Remy's trademark smirk."Ah don't think so." She laughed with delight as he launched himself at her and she easily glided out of his path, he tried repeatedly, each time his actions only made her laughter grow. "Really sugah ya'll think ya can seriously take on the Rogue?"

"I'll wring your neck when we get you back in your cage." She slammed her fist down onto the side of his face and he was flung to the floor with the force.

"Ah'd like t' see ya'll get meh back there first." She told him as she struck him again as he tried to stand, the force slamming him into a far wall. "Why kitty sugah ah do believe ya loosin' ya touch." He smirked as he stood and swiped the blood from his mouth as his jaw reset itself; the action sickened her more than the noise of his grinding bones as they clicked back into place.

"Same could be said for your partner, sweetheart." She instantly spun to follow his gaze and her heart stopped at what she saw. Remy was pinned against a wall, two small children held in his arms as all the armed soldiers, that had earlier swarmed the room, made sure he would not cause any more trouble by aiming straight for his head.


Remy had been doing fine and he was positive that Rogue was much the same as he heard her rich laughter as she taunted a familiar looking large man. He'd already taken out about half of the small army of soldiers without much effort and he was, for the first time in his life, grateful for Logan's over the top danger room sessions. It wasn't until the small squeal of a child at the sound gunfire caught his attention that things began to go down hill. He caught a glimmer of the girl and her tiny brother huddled together under one of the tables and found her resemblance to a small girl from his past uncanny. Flashes of sewer passages flickered in his mind and his head was soon filled with the sounds of screams and feet running through shin deep sewage. He quickly took out another soldier with an elbow to the face upon contact he heard the snap of the weak bone in the man's nose. Grimacing, he quickly compelled himself to lock away the thoughts that consumed his mind and concentration as a swinging gun almost connected with his face. He managed to temporarily stun the two other soldiers between him and the children before he crouched on the floor to speak with them.

"Remy ain't gonna hurt ya petite. Ya brother ok?" The little girl looked at him sceptically but he did seem less scary than the ones with guns, slowly she nodded her head and revealed her smaller brother crying in her arms. Remy sent back a series of explosive cards that kept the soldiers at bay while he spoke with the children.

"Can ya move?" The girl shook her head and revealed a large gash in her petite leg. Remy smiled and began using his empathy of the pair to calm them. "What's ya name petite?"

"Charlotte, my brother's name is Oliver."

"My name's Remy. How old are ya Charlotte?"

"Five." She told him proudly seeming to have completely forgotten the fighting around them and Remy smiled, grateful that his empathy was working on them.

"I'm th-three and a half." The boy told him as he finally sniffed away the tears and found his voice. "Momma? Daddy?" The boy asked his sniffing beginning again as panic spread through his small body.

"Don' worry Remy help ya get t' dem." Remy reassured them as he balanced a child in either arm still unsure of exactly how to get them out of the building safely. A flustered Jake caught his attention as he rushed back into the wreck of a building.

"Remy, oh thank god you found them!" Jake shouted over the noises of the battle as Remy awkwardly threw back more cards to try and keep the soldiers at bay long enough for him to get the children to Jake. He began to run along the wall furthest from the battle until he heard the unmistakable click of a loaded weapon and stopped dead in his tracks.

"One move mutie and we'll take out you and the kids!"


"See useless." Creed purred into her ear again and she turned to strike him but he caught her arm and slashed his extended claws across her cheek. She bit back the familiar feeling of pain as the adamantium grinded through her skin like a knife trying to slice through rock. Keeping his hold on her fist his twisted her around so that her back was pressed against his body once more. One arm was hooked around her neck with his four claws lingering over her neck like hungry vultures waiting for the last breath of life to escape their victim. The other held her body tightly against his so that a repeat of her earlier actions could not be made.

"Let them go!" She demanded as he forced her to look straight at Remy.

"Come back with us and I'll leave him intact, for the time being." She looked to Remy with teary eyes as she considered the offer. Remy caught her eyes staring at him from behind the crowd of soldiers; he even caught the tears falling down her cheeks as she hung her head in defeat.

"Non! Don' do it cherie!"

"Let the children go first t' prove ya tellin' the truth." She knew her words would anger him but right now he didn't have a choice if he wanted to avoid another fight with her. She knew he craved the blood of innocents like an alcoholic craves their next drink, she knew saying yes would upset him but that was an anger she would be forced to deal with later. A low growl escaped his lips but he gave into her demands.

"Let the kids go LeBeau. Nobody shoot!" He spoke in a growl to signify his displeasure at the idea but both Remy and Rogue sighed with relief as Jake scooped the children into his arms and ran from the building before anymore harm could come.

"So are ya comin' with us pretty?" She hung her head, she wasn't sure she could even look Remy in the eye anymore that was until the sting of blades slicing through her neck forced her to look back. "Why don't ya scream for me pretty?"

"No." She growled as she unwillingly stared into Remy's eyes.

"So ya comin' with us then?"

"Non, Rogue jus' say no! I ain't worth dis!" Remy stepped forwards as he spoke and as promised a bullet was fired at him. Catching his right shoulder the force pushed him back against the wall, he grunted at the pain as he stubbornly tried to remain on his feet.

"No!" Rogue screamed as she sent her head back into Creed's face with all the force her body owned. He dropped to the floor with her still in his hold but she ignored that as she lunged forwards to the soldiers, his arms could be heard as they were torn from their sockets and his grip finally loosened enough for her to break free. She easily took out the small few that noticed her approach without so much as breaking a sweat. "Ya'll better hope that Cajun ain't about t' die on meh!" she informed as some twenty faces turned to see her.

"Mutant 007 is on the move and dangerous!" A voice alerted the soldiers unfit to fight against her to continue guarding Remy while the others and a recovered Creed turned their focus to her.

"Let's play a game. Its called catch the Rogue!" As she spoke she let free a rich laughter before her whole body set itself alight with blinding flames.

Rogue had been trained in many fighting styles and absorbed even more but she was only one thing at heart, a scrapper, she hit her enemies till they stayed down and that was the way she liked it. And she hit them hard, bombarding them with collected powers or her fists until they could not get back up. The soldiers were easy to take out, especially since their bullets could do no more than lightly graze her skin. However, one remaining annoyance seemed to be set against just rolling over and admitting defeat, Creed.

She hit him again. The sounds his bones made as they were snapped like twigs beneath her pounding fists and then as they grinded together as his healing factor pulled them back into position no longer seemed to irritate her deep-rooted memories of broken bones and scarred skin.

"Doesn't matter how hard you keep hittin' me sweetheart, I'll just keep on getting back up again."

"Let's test that theory then." She sent a fist to his face then the other, a round house kick and upper cut sent him flying into the air where she flew up and caught him only to throw him back to the ground. She heard his body grinding back into place from his injuries as he got back up again. Her eyes narrowed.

"My turn." He growled as he sprinted towards her. Drifting backwards she avoided the fist to her side but his upper cut made contact with her jaw and she was flipped over and to the floor near the bleeding Remy.

"Bonjour Cherie ya havin' fun?" She shook her head to regain her thoughts and he spoke with a smile but she glanced to his gun shot wound with worried and doubtful eyes. Even though the soldiers were little of a problem for him even in his current state she still worried and despite her worry she smiled back before flying straight for Creed's gut, forcing them both through the wall and into the kitchens.

"Come on sweetheart you can hit me harder than that." She smiled at the invitation.

"Ya right ah can." She let herself drop to the floor as it no longer seemed to hold the danger it had before. She sent a fist for his face but he dodged it and her hand fell into the flames of the gas hobs. She let out a scream of pain but then held up her hand in front of her face and laughed as the smirk on Creed's faltered. Through the burning and singed material of her glove he could see her skin, perfect and flawless, lacking the burns that should have been developing. Grabbing the two large pans of boiling water on the hob she threw them straight at him. The water spilled everywhere, covering his face, his body, even his eyes. She struck him with her fists until he was backed up against one of the sideboards. Another well placed roundhouse sent him flying back into the dinning area, the kitchen almost completely demolished. She flew out after him grabbing his face as she flew and forcing it down into the ground and she flipped over him and landed on the last armed soldier, forcing his body to the floor. Creed struggled up from the floor, staggering as his body tried to heal the extreme amount of damage it had obtained in such a short period of time. He growled as he saw a blurred Rogue tried to help Remy up to make a quick escape.

"Come on we have t' leave now!" she shouted at Remy as he slowly returned to his feet. He gripped onto her upper arms to support his weight, his body already weak from the loss of blood. Remy's eyes widened as he glance in the direction of Creed's growl and saw him charging for them. Rogue followed Remy's stare but it was too late for her to do anything as Remy forced them to switch.

Rogue inhaled sharply as the tips of his claws penetrated the skin of her stomach. When she opened her eyes again she came face to face with the weak smile of Remy's lips. Her eyes widened and she glanced down at as she pulled her body off the claws and stared at them, realising they had passed right through his body. Creed grinned over Remy's shoulderas he withdrew his claws andRemy dropped right into Rogue's arms.

"Remy? Remy, oh god, no. No!" Her voice was barely about a whisper, she was so afraid he was lost.

"How 'bout one last request." He almost chocked on his words, blood seeping from both sides of the wound.

"No, no last request cause ya ain't dyin' on meh!" she told him in a stern voice all the time shaking her head in disbelief.

"I think he is sweetheart." Her eyes snapped up to glare at Creed. Continuing her glare she knelt to the ground where she could rest Remy against the rubble.

"Please Rogue I ain't long for dis world, I'm sure." She bit back the tears his words beckoned. She leant closer to him, her head resting on his chest as she bit down on her crimson lip. "Jus' one kiss, eh?" She glanced up to the grinning Creed and soon all her sorrows were long forgotten. Turning back to Remy she lent closer to him again her lips brushing over his.

"You promise not t' die on meh?" she whispered as her lips lingered dangerously close.

"Can't promise dat." He muttered, almost crossing the boarder into the realm of sleep.

"But ah can make ya." Lightly she pressed their lips together. Remy could feel a pull as if his very spirit was being ripped from his body and yet at the same time he was given a new lease of energy. Rogue concentrated as hard as she could on maintaining both powers for the extent of the short kiss. Her own power draining away at his life force while the other, taken from a small boy referred to as Elixir, was steadily providing the life line she was depending on to keep Remy alive for as long as possible. Pulling away she could see the smile on Remy's lips as he settled into the rubble on the ground.

"Just hold on for meh sugar, ah'm coming back for you."

"Merde, wit a kiss like dat ya better be." He informed her with a strained voice as his body battled against the pain and injuries that plagued it.

She stood over Remy's body and glared intently at Creed. He smirked back enjoying the thought of the man dieing on the floor before them.

"Alright Creed, ya wanna play then lets play!"

"That's more like it!" they both leapt for the other, Creed's timing was misplaced and Rogue's hand connected with his face to force it against the ground with all the force of her movement. She flipped back, putting some distance between them. When he stood from the ground his face still trying to correct itself she went for him again. He easily dodged her rash movement and her fist made contact with the floor. There was an explosion of dust and she staggered away from the crater in the stone flooring. Creed's smirk faltered at the sight of her extensive strength. He growled in annoyance at her persistence as she charged again. She easily dodged to the side then she turned and placed a fist with three threatening claws pointed up at Creed's bottom jaw. She wrapped her free arm around his torso, trapping his arms to it.

"Lets take this outside." She whispered with a smirk as they soured upwards at such a speed that Creed could not force the air from his lungs no matter how hard he tried. Rogue ignored the cloud line as they passed it and continued to ignore the lack of light as she took them ever higher and higher.

"Hold ya breathe Kitty, ain't no air up here for ya to choke on." She informed him as she twirled him around to face her, his face and lips already turning blue from the lack of oxygen. He swung for her but in his oxygen-less state he hadn't a hope of making contact. "Know what ah leant kitty?" He shook his head at the question. "There's only two ways t' kill ya, ah could drown ya or suffocate ya'll, guess which one ah went for?" She smirked again as he swung and missed. His healing factor was battling to keep him alive and it was showing. His skin turned from blue to fleshy tones as it fought a loosing battle. She smirked at his pain. "But ah ain't about t' take any chances so ah thought if ah brought ya'll up here ya wouldn't even but able to collect ya scattered body parts." She raised her feet to his chest as she gripped his collar. "Don' forget t' send a postcard, mon ami." She smirked as his eyes widened in realisation. She kicked him away from her allowing her body to flip back with the force as his was pushed out into orbit, only the pink hue of his suit an indication of his whereabouts. She shielded her eyes as there was a burning light of the explosion which pushed her back down into the atmosphere.

Once there she took a deep breathe of air before her eyes sprung open and she recalled her promise to return. She forced her body to drop from the skies faster than a bullet leaving the barrel of a gun.She shot back to the destroyed restaurant as fast as he body and the laws of physics would allow.

Lading gracefully on the floor from her speedy decent she rushed to Remy's side. She knelt byhim as he lay there slumped up against the wall. She fought back the tears as she checked over his wounds and let an unsteady sigh escape her body. Tenderly she swept some of his long hair from his eyes and smiled sorrowfully. At the action his eyes battered open and she had to hold herself back from wrapping her arms around his frail body in a tight embrace.

"Is Remy dead?"

"What ya'll askin' a silly question like that for Cajun?"

"Cause Cherie he be starin' at une ange." She sighed as she glanced worriedly at him and then around the restaurant.

"That's enough of that talk, come on we've done enough damage here we should get ya t' Hank." Remy held up an arm weakly in protest.

"Non, let me go, let me die a hero, eh?" Her mouth widened with sock at his request.

"Remy you are not dying here!" She told him sternly as she went to reach for him again but he held up his arms in refusal. "Ah don't believe it! Ah would have gone back there jus' t' save ya sorry excuse o' a life, that would have been being a hero! I could have just curled up an' let myself die from those injuries they inflicted on meh all those years ago but ah didn't because ah knew it was the cowards way out! Ah ain't about t' let ya make that mistake!" Her voice was filled with anger but she wasn't angry at him just scared. And not just scared she was petrified beyond belief, she'd never feared for anything the way she feared for him right now.

"Remy's done some bad things Cherie, things dat he ain't gonna be forgiven, dis is my time."

"Don't talk stupid Rem, and the lady has a point." Jake walked calmly to their side.

"Ya don' know what ya sayin' Jake." Remy argued. Rogue growled in frustration, sounding so much like Logan, the sound was followed by a set of bone claws shot out from her hands before quickly retracting again, the wounds they left only adding to her blood loss.

"Remy ah swear if ya'll don't snap outta it ah'm gonna pick ya up and fly ya back whether ya like it or not!" She yelled as she stood up and signalled for Jake to help her get Remy to his feet.

"Non, leave me dis is how I wanna go." Jake's attitude towards the dying mutant was beginning to turn just as Rogue's had. As fear was shielded by anger.

"So you did some stupid stuff, so did Rogue, right?" Rogue nodded her head. "Neither of you did it because you enjoyed it, you did it because you knew you'd be killed if you didn't."

"Dat sounds like de cowards way." Remy mumbled as Jake guided him onto Rogue's shoulder. Jake shook his head.

"Not really Rem, you remember the little girl you managed to save don't you? Just think if it hadn't have been you doing all that stuff it could have been another Creed. You really think someone like that would have saved that little girl?" Remy was weak and it showed but he still managed to whip his head around to glare at Jake. "You're not as evil as you seem to think you are Rem, because if you were your past wouldn't eat you up the way it does." Rogue felt Remy's weight shift as his legs grew weaker and she quickly gathered him up in her arms.

"Sugah me an' Jake, we'd love t' argue wit ya about this all night but ya ain't strong enough. Please. Ya let meh help ya'll an' ah promise ya the three o' us can argue about this till the end o' time." She was answered only by a small nod of his head as he stubbornly fought away his desire for sleep. "Jake ah . . ." Jake just nodded with a small smile.

"Get going before he gets what he wants. Oh and Rogue don't forget to tell him, when he wakes up, that I'll be askin' his dear 'père' to cover the damages." She nodded as she hovered in the air. She exited through the building's shattered roof and flew as fast as she dared back in the direction of the mansion.


"Betsy that film was marvellous, let me go and grab some more popcorn."

"Alright Hank, I'll go fetch another fil- oh my god! Hank get over here now!"

Rogue kept her form hunched as she staggered forwards, Remy's body hanging limply from her arms. She looked up as Betsy rushed to her side, her face still streaked with her silent tears and bloody stains. As she saw the blue furry man she had befriended no more than two or three days ago she slumped to the floor.

"Please Hank, help meh." She whispered as Betsy put her arms on her shoulders and tried to lift her from the floor. "No! Take Remy!" Betsy glanced at the man in her arms, blood practically pouring from his stomach. Then she looked at Rogue as if she had lost her mind. Rogue was well aware of the cuts and scrapes across her body that bled freely, wounds that would threaten to take any normal person's life. Hank, unlike Betsy understood and followed her every command, removing the Cajun man from her arms and instantly rushing him to the infirmary.

"Come on luv lets see to you too." Betsy tried again to raise Rogue from the floor but her hands were hit away and an angry Rogue glared at her.

"Fetch Logan." She practically growled as she fought the physical exhaustion her body was suffering and raised her body to its feet.

"Rogue don't be silly you're not well." Rogue kept her back to the British woman as she followed after the blue beast and her knight in shining armour. She repeated her words with more anger and force than the first time.

"Fetch Logan."


Hank rushed around the infirmary as if his head was going to explode if he didn't move as fast as he possiblycould. Rogue just stood silently in the doorway looking sullenly at the floor, not daring to take in the full extent of Remy's injuries. She ignored Hank as he questioned her about the night's events and just stared remorsefully at the floor, watching each tear as it shattered into millions of droplets against the hard surface. It was a strained cough from Remy that woke her and rushed her body to his side.

"R-ro-g-ue." She glanced up at Hank who's pace had slowed as he set about stabilising his patient by hooking him to various machines and regulating the fluids flowing into his body. He nodded and for a moment she looked as if she were lost in space, she quickly collected her thoughts and banished the tears. Remy opened his mouth to try and speak again but his lips were met with the singed and torn material of her glove.

"No jokes, ya have to rest." Rogue told him sternly, secretlyafraid of a repeat of their conversation in the restaurant. She removed her fingertips from his lips when she was positive he would obey her orders and dropped her hand to the bed beside his. She felt his fingers twitch under hers and twirled her fingers around his as reassurance.

"If I may?" Hank's voice tore her eyes from Remy's weary ones. "Exactly what happened this evening?" Rogue glanced down into Remy's eyes again and smiled as she watched him trying to do the same back while fighting his body's exhaustion.

"We were attacked, they were after meh but somebody here just had t' play hero." She shook her head as a tired Remy smiled charmingly at them both, his eye lids battering rapidly as he fought the need for sleep. Rogue smiled down at him and tenderly brushed some hair from his face. "He will be alright won't he?"

"He's stable, that's something at least. You did a good job getting him back here so quickly." She looked away from Remy and smiled weakly.

"Ah was flying that fast ah couldn't tell whose blood was whose anymore, ah'm just glad ah didn't hurt him more by flyin' back." Hank glanced worriedly at the extensive amount of bleeding tissue on her body.

"You should let me take a look at that." Hank told her but she shook her head her exhaustion already beginning to fade to nothing.

"Mah body can take care o' its self just fine, ya should worry about him." Rogue smiled with relief as Remy finally stopped being so stubborn and allowed himself to slip into a much needed slumber.

"Darlin'? You alright?"

"Ah'm fine." Logan looked at her doubtfully as he reached her side.

"You smell like blood, you're covered in it too."

"Ah'm fine." As she spoke the skin of a slice across the side of her neck began to stitch itself back together. Logan watched the scene before him unfold.

"That power looks familiar." He mused before turning his attention to the sleeping and battered Cajun. "He isn't going to be happy about what this will do to his looks."

"Fortunately there will be no permanent or long lasting damage to his appearance." Hank informed them. "I won't know about his internal organs until he is stable enough for me to do a fully body scan." Rogue squeezed Remy's hand in hers before finally releasing it. As she watched the sleeping Cajun she felt the guilt in her heart begin to tighten its grip.

"They found meh Logan, and ah should have known better."

"I assumed. I can still smell traces of Creed on ya." Her jaw tightened at the name and she stared protectively at the sleeping man.

" Ah sorted him out, for a while at least. Ah wanted t' ask for ya help t' bring the whole thing down." Logan nodded, he often thought about trying to do so himself but he knew it would only inevitably lead back to his capture.

"That don't sound like a good idea, you know that." He spoke in a warning tone and she looked disapointed but agreeed none the less. "Let me make a few phonecalls about it, I've someone who owes me big time that might be able to help." Rogue nodded her head before looking sorrowfully at the sleeping Cajun again. "Look kid I'm sorry I wasn't there, agai-" Rogue clenched her fists tightly.

"Don't!" She swiftly cut in.

"Don't what? Apologise for failing to help a friend." Rogue calmed herself and glanced to him with emotionless eyes.

"Don't apologise it isn't your fault, just like Creed wasn't."

"Darlin' I don't get it I let you down back then but you don't care? You won't even hold a grudge?" She sighed and moved to the armchair by the bed.

"Don't ya get it Logan? The voices in mah head, they feed off that crap! Ah want t' be angry, ah want t' inflict on ya'll what ya failed t' stop happenin' t' meh but the more ah desire that the more fuel it gives the voices. The easier it gets for them to turn on meh. Its hard enough t' stay in control of mah own body as it is, don't make it harder by askin' meh t' hate ya'll." She sighed as she reached for Remy's hand again and spoke openly and softly as if Hank and Logan were not there. "He makes it all go away. Ah don't have a clue how he does it but jus' bein' near him makes all the noise stop. When he's there its easier t' remember who ah really am, easier t' know what ah really want. And ah want for him t' be alright!"


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