A/N: So peeps! Ok not much to say here. I'll probably think of some thing by the end of this chapter…well nothing yet so you guys like it so far??? Ok I tried to make this chapter a little suspenseful so I hope you think I did a good job at it. BTW I never really wrote any thing like this before, most the time I write comedies and this was the first time I tried writing a fight scene. It's short. Or some 'G' rated crap for school. ("Malcolm solves his problems with chain saw.") lol love that song. Omg my leg is asleep.

Ok so I don't know what to say, and yes that was random but whatever. Well let's get on with the chapter before I start ranting about shit. Shall we?

Chapter 6: A Love triangle Forms

"Shush…. Kit shut up." Rogue whispered trying to lean closer to the wooden door. "I can't hear them."

(The run down of the day was: school sucked, Charles, hank and Ororo got back earlier and where in the professor's study right now talking to Remy and Rogue and Kitty where trying to hear what they were saying.)

They had just got back from school when Jean told them where every one was and they dropped every thing to go listen in on them. Even they weren't saying anything interesting.

"Rogue he sounds so cute." Kitty giggled again after hearing a faint muffled Remy speaking on the other side of the door.

"Shut up." Rogue tried to say through a silent laugh. She backhanded Kitty on the arm lightly. "I swear Kit shut up or I'll…" Rogue stooped hearing some movement in side. The girls could hear a small rustle came under the door. They leaned closer pressing their ears on the wood.

"AAAH." The girls gave a small cry of surprise as the door opened sharply and they crashed to the floor. Kitty propped her self up on her elbows and looked up at the person that opened the door.

"Hiya, Logan." She giggled before scampering to her feet, smiled then ran out of the door. Rogue in all that noticed Remy the second the door was opened, turned bright red and ran out of the room right before Kitty. Remy smiled instantly. He seemed to make friends everywhere he went. Even people he'd never seen before, namely Kitty.

"Any way Mr. LeBeau shall we continue?" Remy turned back to the professor who was sitting at his deck.

"Alright."

"Close the door please, Logan."

Rogue and Kit watched the door close from around the corner at the end of the hallway.

"OMIGOSH. Rogue he was way hot."

"You can't say that."

"But it's true he is. You're lucky. He was, was tall, sexy and obviously strong. And he must be really…interesting to talk to." Kitty gave Rogue a smile and laughed.

"I'm telling." Rogue stepped out from the corner and stared down the hall.

"Who? Rogue where are you going?"

"To find Kurt." Kitty ran after her friend.

"Rogue you know I was joking. I wouldn't think of trying any thing. You know me."

Rogue smiled walking a head of her. "I know." Kitty walked faster to catch up.

"Then where are you going?"

Rogue stopped and shrugged casually. "I guess I just was going to go out side for some air." She started walking again. "See ya later Kit."

Rogue waved leaving Kitty standing along in the hall. And a little confused.

-

Before she wandered out side Rogue stopped off at her room to get her coat. She walked around the lawn in thought. The air was cold and the wind just made it colder. A weird feeling came over Rogue for a moment. She felt uncomfortable, vulnerable, like she was being watched. Straightening up from her slouch Rogue looked around the year. No one was there that she could see. The wind whipped at her face and blow back her hair. It was hard to keep her eyes open; the cold was making her kind of sleepy, probably because she grew up in the warm south. The feeling came again and she whirled around, no one. It was like the imaginary eyes on her were all ways at her back. Her breathing was getting shallow and she stared to take fast breaths puffing out a steam like cloud. A sharp pain his the left side of her head. In wasn't a physical wound but a mental one. The voices in her head where getting more restless as she got tense.

Crack Rogue spun on her heals. She looked around again and still no one was there. But she heard a noise; a branch breaking she thought. The lawn lights had come on. Rogue looked up at the sky. It was getting dark and the sun was almost down. 'Well, I'm freaked out.' She gulped and turned around. Two strong hand met her shoulders and a second later she was thrown down on the ground. Two other men came from nowhere and held her in a sitting positing; hands behind her back. She looked up at the man standing in front of her. She knew him…well sort of.

"Oh it's you again." Rogue said in a, 'why the hell are you here' type of tone, receiving her a sharp kicked to the stomach. She coughed trying to get her breath back.

(Of course it was Julian.)

Julian knelt in front of her. "You know, normally I don't like hitting a lady. But you're not a lady. You're just another bitch dear Remy picked up on the road." Rogue was starting to really hate this guy. And noticing the great predicament she spit in his face. A leather gloved hand smacked her a crossed the face. Rogue grounded her teeth. 'Damn it,' she thought. 'These guys learn pretty fast.'

"Well I was just going to let you off with a warning but-" he laughed and pulled out a gun. "Personally this way's just find with me. And you have to remember you brought this one your self just by helping him." He knelt down again, reached out with a hand. He held up Rouge's chin. "It's a real shame you're attractive. And you're powers really help, no one being able to touch you and all. But non the less." Julian stood up and slammed a fist against the side of her head. Rogue took in a sharp breath on impact. No, she wouldn't cry out. Let him have the satisfaction of it? As if. She bit her lip forcing a trickle of blood to enter her mouth. But as he smashed the handle of the gun at her temple Rogue fell to her side letting out a shrilled cry before if became muffled by yet another man's gloved hand. Tears fell from her eyes caused from the pain.

Julian aimed the gun down at her. The men backed off her. For a second no one moved until Rogue's eyes snapped open to see what was going on. She saw Julian over her. She was going to die.

'HELP!!!' Her mind screamed out. Maybe with some luck Jean might have heard it or the professor or some one. But no as Julian took one last step towards her hand help the gun steadily in his hand, aimed at her head, she was going to die. Rogue's sight had gotten blurred from her tears but she didn't blink or look away; she stared at the man above her, and awaited death. She saw Julian's finger tighten on the trigger. With a long breath in Rogue held her breath, closed her eyes and tightened her fists grabbing at the lawn ripping dirt and grass out ground.

Rogue screamed as she heard and felt pain. Just as Julian had pulled the trigger Logan had jumped him from behind knocking him to the ground. The bullet was shot of course but did not miss its target. It shot into her shoulder, implanting it's self deep into her bone. Rogue cried out again as a lingering pain washed over her arm and collar. The last thing she saw was a blurred view of thick red blood pour from her arm. She heard another gun shot, it rang in her head ripping at her nerves and she lost all consciousness.

-

Ororo walked back and forth in the med bay. She was shaken. Every one was. It was a blow no one understood... excepted Remy and he was the one the most scarred. He didn't want to say any thing right now; he stood far away in the corner guilt stroke. 'This is my fault. It's my fault.' He kept telling himself. He watched from his corner. The terrified Kitty crying into Kurt's shoulder, him holding her and biting his lip trying not to cry himself. Charles looked concerned but was trying to hard to keep him emotions under control. Jean and Scott watching from the door keeping the new recruits out of the med bay.

Hank was trying to stop Rogue bleeding in another room. But Remy was to hurt to notice Logan glaring at him. No more, Remy pushed him self off the wall and stormed out. Jean and Scott parted to let him pass. He didn't care, not about any one right now but her. It she died he wouldn't rest till all assassins were dead as well. And Julian, his death would be slow, slow and satisfying, painful and bloody. Revenge would be sweet.

Remy never noticed the heavy foot steps behind him until two hands grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall a little too hard and his head slammed back making a loud snack. He shocked his head to get thinking straight again. Slowly his vision came back and he looked into the eyes of a raging Wolverine.

"I hope you know this is all your fault. If she dies so will you." His breath smelled of liquor. Remy's expression hardened into a piercing glare. He pushed him back for some space but three sharp claws were inching closer to his neck.

"Logan if you want to kill me kill me, it won't make a difference." His voice was surprisingly clam compared to how he felt. Logan retracted his claws and snarled.

"Cajun I said you wouldn't protect her and I was right. It was your fault and you know it. The only reason they came here was because of you." Logan's breath was getting faster. He was on the borderline of going crazy. "And you're right I wouldn't make a difference if you died right now. May be I'll be luckier later on." Logan grumbled under his breath before heading back to the med bay.

Remy watched as he left. Logan was right. "My fault." His guilt was turning to fury. He needed to clam down. Just for a minute. Before he did some thing drastic. He now stood alone in the poorly light hallway. The silence was become unbearable so he turned and walk to wards the elevator that would bring him up to the main floor.

-

"It's late we should all get to bed. There isn't any thing we can do right now." Charles wheeled out in his wheel chair. Slowly every one left but Logan. Hours past and still Logan stood and waited for Hank to come back.

When he did he had a down cast look on his face. 'Oh god no.' Logan thought the worst had come. Hank looked up and saw Logan standing there.

"Logan, you're still here. How can I help you?"

"Cut it Beast. How is she? And don't do any of that sugar coating shit. I've heard it before. I want the truth and now." Logan demanded to know. He was determined. And when he was determined nothing would stop him.

"I did every thing I could. I took out two bullets out of her. One in her shoulder the other from her left hip. All we can do is wait and see if she wakes up, them maybe I could do more but for now we must wait and see."

"Easier said then done."

"I know… Look Logan you need some sleep. I'll be here to look after her. You don't have to worry."

"Ok." Logan turned to leave at the door he muttered something under his breathe, "I all ways worry." Logan left. Sleep? More like pace his room till the sun rose.

-

Remy wasn't sleeping. He lay on his bed and stared up into the darkness. A single tear fell from his eye. He brushed it away and got up. Silently Remy left his room closing the door behind him and mad him way to wards the one thing that could keep him going right now, his hearts desire. Rogue the girl that stole a thief's heart right out from under his watch.

Like a cat he crept down to the med bay and over to Rogue's door. And he would have made it unseen if Hank weren't coming in at the wrong time.

"Mr. LeBeau what do you think you're doing here?"

The look in Remy's eyes were a plead all on their own. "McCoy please. Please can I see her? For one second." Hank smiled.

"If you don't touch any thing. And don't worry I'll keep the wrath of the Wolverine to a small growl."

"Thank you."

"No need. But I am doing you a favour. People really shouldn't be in there right now." Remy nodded and entered Rogue's room.

-

There she was. Unconscious, defenceless, weak, and might die from blood loss. And if she did wake up, having a broken shoulder bone wouldn't be much fun. Remy walked over to her sleeping form and knelt down by her uninjured side. He looked at her and felt a wave of guilt crash over him. He reached out for her but stopped and let his hand hover over hers. Remy could feel fresh tears glide down his face but didn't care. Carefully he held her hand. His eyes traveled from their entwined figures up her arm to her shoulder to her pale face.

"Rogue. I…I don't know if you can hear me but I'm sorry. This was entirely my fault. I should have known they would have fallowed me here." More tears came to his eyes. He reached up with his other hand and pushed back some loos strands of white hair. "I'm sorry. I promise you-myself, no one will ever hurt you again. Hold me to that till I die, you hear me?" Remy stood up a little and leaned over her. Slowly he lowered his head and his lips met hers. He kissed her as gently as he could before pulling back and sat back down.

"I love you chere. Remember that. Allways. I love you."

His body started to shake. He pressed her cold hand against his cheek in a failed attempted to raise her body heat. She felt so cold and life less. He sat next to her. He didn't move. Until she woke up and was better he wouldn't leave her side. When she woke up. In sleep or when awake he would be there for her, to comfort her, to protect her. Slowly Remy leaned on the bed. Her held her hand and rested his head next to it and eventually drifted off to sleep.