A/N: Whhewww….long time no chapter. Sorry guys. I haven't written in this since I started my Batman Begins fanfic. But I won't leave you hanging any longer. Here you go, a new chapter. Just R & r if you want me to continue with this story.

CHAPTER 61 – Cat and Mouse

Tristian heard the sound of one of Tabitha's metal balls rolling in between them before he actually saw it. His eyes widened as it came into sight, sliding right up between him and Bobby. He grabbed Jean, throwing her aside and shoving Rogue and Bobby in the other direction with a mental shove. "Look out," he shouted just as it went off. He covered Jean with his body as debris fell around them and war broke out. It was seven against eight, only problem was, it was a very strong seven.

Tristian shook his head as the dust settled and turned to look over his shoulder at Bobby and Rogue. They weren't too far away. He sat up, pushing up with his hands and looking down under him at Jean. She shook her head and coughed, wiping the dust from her green eyes, but otherwise unharmed.

He took his chances and hurried over to Bobby and Rogue in a half crawl. He grabbed Bobby's shoulder, careful not to hurt him any further, but to make sure he knew how serious this was. "Bobby, listen to me," he told the younger boy. "I want you to get yourself and Rogue out of here. Now."

"I want to help," he argued.

Tristian shook his head. "You're both hurt and weak, I need you to get out. Now. It's an order not a request."

Bobby looked more than reluctant but he shook his head and grabbed hold of Rogue's hand pulling her up.

Tristian stood and pointed the way. "Follow the way back. Don't stop. Just go to the doors. The jet is outside. Kurt and Storm will see you, they'll take care of you. Go." He patted Bobby's shoulder and watched them leave, waiting until they were out of his sight to turn around and face who he already knew was there. Frost smiled at him from a distance of fifteen feet.

"Saving lives again? Doesn't that get a little dull at the endless attempts that never seem to work."

"You're talking seems to be an endless attempt," he mumbled to her.

"Face it, Tristian," she said. "You couldn't save Bonnie. You're just repeating history here."

"You killed Bonnie," he told her, fists clenched in anger, eyes turning dark.

She smiled coldly, the blue in her eyes turning to ice. "Exactly…history repeats itself."

Tristian's eyes lightened as he figured what she meant. He turned his head to the right, to where he left Jean. But she was gone and in the darkness of the basement, under the sounds of the fighting and blasts going on around him, he heard the hungry growl from the shadows…he heard Emplate.

"Jean," he whispered and took of running in the direction of the growls.

"Ah, ah, ah," Frost shook her finger and with her other hand sent a ball of energy in his direction, sending Tristian flying into a row of shelves, crashing into them and collapsing to the floor unconscious. "Let him have his fun, sweetheart," she whispered and brushed the hair back from Tristian's forehead. "Then we can have ours. Me and you. Like it always should have been." She kissed his forehead gently and stood, walking into the shadows to watch the show.

"Come on," Bobby whispered to Rogue in a hurry, dragging her behind him as he limped his way through the maze of shelves and boxes, trying to find his way to the back door. The labyrinth of boxes just seemed to be getting longer and longer with every turn they made.

"Bobby, we're lost in here," Rogue whispered loudly to him. Somewhere in the distant they heard a cry of pain and heard a blast of power.

"As long as we're away from all that. We're safe I think," Bobby told her, gripping her hand tighter.

Thump! Both teenagers gasped and spun to look behind them. A box had fallen off the shelf to the floor. It wasn't the creature with the dark eyes and breathing apparatus. Just a box.

They turned back only to take three steps back. Havok stood before them, arms folded over his chest, smiling brightly at them. He had them trapped like a cat with helpless wounded mice, unable to defend themselves.

"Well look at what the cat caught," he beamed with pride.

"Not much to be proud of," Bobby told him. "You're just picking on two teenagers."

"Never said I wanted a challenge, did I?" Havok smiled at Rogue and Bobby as the two stood huddled together. "Too easy," he smiled and raised his hand to kill them, fire absorbing his wrist fro the energy he was building up. Before he could set it off, he was knocked sideways by a blast as an Ace of spades landed by his feet. He rolled on his side and stopped in a push up position. He glanced up in time to see Remy in a crouch, staring at him with black and red eyes.

"Remy?" he blinked in disbelief. "She said you were dead."

"She lied," he growled.

"I'm not sure if it was the force of the blast or the fact I hit ground from twenty feet, but I believe you threw me from a window?"

"Blasted you, but if ya wanna be correct 'bout it," Remy shrugged.

"I thought they killed you in the blast?"

"Good as ever," he shook his head, waiting for the fight.

Havok got to his feet, staring him down. "You will be when I'm through with you."

He sent a blaze of fire at Gambit. Gambit leaped into the air then, landing in a crouch, but took out a retractable pole from his pocket in midair and unhinged it to its full six feet, he swiped it behind Havoks feet and sent him sprawling on his back Havok rolled away before he could jam it into his former friends throat. Gambit swung around catching his friend in the jaw with his stick. Havok regained his compsure and swung at him, catching him in the face.

Gambit dropped his stick with the blow and glanced back to get hit yet again. "You've gone soft," Havok grinned, spitting a glop of blood to the ground.

Remy rubbed at his jaw, wiping at the bit of blood from his split lip. "I'm jus' getting' started."

"Come on," Havok gestured with his hand and held up his fist. "No powers, just strength. Let's see who's better after all."

"Now yer talkin' my style," Gambit smiled. With that he swung at him, returning the blow and starting the physical fight up again. After a minute of exchanging hits Gambit gained the upper hand as he hit Havok in the stomach causing him to double over and then upper cutted him in the face. With a spray of blood, Havok collapsed.

Remy stood over him with a smile. "Guess I was the better all along."

He stepped back and moved to retrieve his stick. Havok growled from the floor and raised his arm. Before either Rogue or Bobby could warn him, he sent a blast at Gambit, hitting the Cajun straight in the back. Remy let out a cry of pain as he fell to his hands and knees on the floor.

Havok stood shakily to his feet and smiled. "You may be the better fighter, but I do what's needed to survive. I prey on the mice and cheat my way through. Just like right now."

He raised his hand to finish him off but was surprised when a pair of hands encircled his throat and a sweet voice whispered in his ear. "Even cornered mice can fight back." After that he only felt the unbearable pain the caused him to scream as he felt like his head was splitting open. He collapsed to his knees as he list all energy to stand. Thhe pain stopped and he breathed in deeply.

"Now Bobby," Rogue yelled to her boyfriend, feeling the flow of energy run through and the heat that Havok possessed. Bobby lifted his own arm and sent the ice flowing towards Havok, who was unable to stop it or melt it as it encircled him locking him in an icy tomb.

Once he was taken care of the two teenagers moved over to Remy. "Are ya okay?" Rogue asked as they both helped him to his feet.

"Jus' fine. Lil scratched but I'll live."

Rogue frowned for a moment at the accent. She heard it before in the city. When they were walking to get ice cream. Right before the explosion that caused John to get shot and Tristian to almost die. "Yer the one who bumped inta me on the street."

"Long story, chere. Bottom line, I'm on your side," Gambit told her and cracked his back. "Ya sure he's not getting' out of that ice block anytime soon."

Rogue, still skeptical, shook her head. "I drained him."

"And I set it pretty tight," Bobby told him.

Gambit nodded and heard another shout from the distance. A name, and it didn't sound like a good shout. Nothing positive could come of it. Both the teenager's eyes widened as the name was cried out in pain. They recognized the name. Remy was still to new to their team to know who it was. But it definitely wasn't good as all three of them rushed to the sound of the cry.