A/N: Wotcher people. Ok I'm sick with the flu. Great for me, I'm missing school! Whooo. Any way in this chapter if you didn't figure out what's going to happen by reading the title then I guess you'll just have to read and find out. And I am in my Harry Potter frenzy so ignore me if I start to praise my loopy Lupin. Ok I promise I wont. Any way (again) I'm just getting around to writing this since I came up with the idea at around 3 in the morning one day, so over the past two days I've read Harry Potter non-stop so I guess starting this now would be the best idea. Shocking…right, so this chapter isn't overly shocking but hey, I could have been. Sneeze ahm cough the flu sucks people you don't want it!!! Ok on with my chapter 7: redruM. Haha I love the title, it says so much. Oh, I'm sorry that there isn't a lot of Romy in this chapter…or probably the next chapter either…come to think of it I don't know where this story's going to go after this chapter. And sorry it's not 'that' long.

Oh and BTW for the people still wanting to know how my other story ends, I'm sorry for not finishing it. I know how it will end I just don't know how to start the chapter. But I can say, it's going to be funny.

Chapter7: redruM

He pressed end on his cell phone and looked up at the sky. The sun was still up but night was setting in fast. With a last look at his watch he set off after his prey. Who that was to be, he didn't know nor did he over all care. The streets of Bayville where almost empty apart for the casual car and some passer bys that gave him an odd look. He was dressed in a long ratty trench coat, black boots, jeans and black shirt. He had messy hair and a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth and the aroma of tobacco mixed with heavy cologne radiated from him. Hunched over he walked towards him destination, a large fenced off building up on the hill. As he reached the gate he stopped and looked around of what he could see of the grounds. And there on the steps he was his random victim. It was a man, tall, brown short hair and slightly muscular from what he could see under the fall jacket the man was wearing. He watched as his target moved down the steps, stopping for a second to fix him red sunglasses and head around the side towards what looked like a garage.

Taking a step back he looked to see if any one was around before quickly climbing the fence and jumping onto the driveway on the other side. Making a dash to the side of the building he looked surveyed his surroundings again. No one was around and no one had seen him enter. Taking him time to glance around the side to watch he lit another cigarette and weighted a little longer.

Around the corner Scott who had just gotten back to the mansion a couple of minutes ago had forgotten a letter from his brother Alex in the car. He opened the garage door and went over to his car.

Taking this chance the attacker moved quickly over to the garage door and pulled the gun out from the inside pocket of his trench. Slowly he breathed out smock and walked forward the small area willing with an odd mixture of scents.

Scott leaned over the seat of his car and picked up the letter. Breathing in he smelled the quite familiar scents. Knowing he wasn't alone but not worried he slowly started to pull himself out of his car. Shaking his head out of frustration he said seriously turning around,

"Gambit, how many times do I have to say that smocking on – "

Before he could finish his sentence the attacker pulled the trigger.

Bang

The bullet ripped through the air and implanted its self in the centre of Scott's forehead. Watching him fall to the ground he walked up behind Scott and let out one more shot into the back of his neck into the spinal cord. Placing the gun back in his coat he took the cig out of hit mouth and exhaled. Tapping ash off the cigarette he started off, rounding the side of the garage and heading for the side fence. The attacker vanished over the top and was gone, leaving Scott bleeding on the cold cement floor of the garage.

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A soft knock woke Rogue out of her light slumber. She had fallen asleep a little while ago when she had first came in and sat down. Rogue assumed she must have been sleepier then she thought since she didn't remember when she had fallen asleep. Before crawled off her bed see glance at her clock, it read 5:03pm. Then walked over to the door, opening it for her visitor. Rogue was met with a charming smile and a pair of devilish eyes.

"Remy." She said sweetly resting her head on the wood of the door. He stepped forward and pushed a single strand of white hair away from her face.

"Evening sleeping beauty."

Rogue rolled her eyes at this, "Come you be any cheesier?"

"I don't know, would you like it better if I was?" Remy replied slyly raising an eyebrow. Rogue giggled.

"No, I don't want to change one thing."

"So you admit that I'm perfect." Remy said a superior way that made Rogue sigh out of disbelief.

"Stubborn maybe, arrogant for sure, but perfect? That would be a stretch, don't you think?"

"Of course not."

"Really?"

"Well if you know so much what am I?"

"Easy. You're overconfident, self involved, cocky, sharp-tongued smart-ass." She took a step forward making him take a step back. A seductive smirk had presented it's self on her face, "You're also tall, charming," Every step she took he moved back. "sweet, thoughtful, desirable," He took another step back and me the wall. She walked up close in front of him and trained her ran her finger down the centre of his chest. She looked up into his eyes and winked making him swallow hard. "and perfect."

Remy smiled proudly. Rogue lowered her head hiding the bright red colouring her cheeks and stepped back sheepishly. "Cute chere. You really know how to talk to a guy."

"Sorry." Rogue met his eyes again.

"Don't be." Remy whispered tilting his head to the side. He reached out and touched her cheek softly. Rogue's eyes closed on contacted. He leaned in a pressed his lips to hers. This time it was Rogue's turn to be back up against the wall. Their kiss was passionate, long steamy and passionate. Only to be broken by Jean interrupting telepathically.

"We have to go down to the med bay." Rogue said sounding somewhat confused.

"Why? What happened?"

"I'm not sure. Can't be any thing big."

"How to you know that?"

"If it was really bad she would have screamed at me." She smiled.

Remy took her hand and they started off for the med bay together.

"So Rem where have you been all day?"

"Oh, around. How about you, you feeling ok?"

"Yeah fine. Still a little tired but other then that I'm fine."

"Good." Remy looked over his shoulder then back at Rogue. "So, uhm, have you told any one?"

"Told any one what?"

"You know, being able to touch me. You know, only me, don't you find it a little weird?"

"Not really, and no I haven't. For some reason I just haven't. I was going to tell Kitty but I haven't seen her a lot." Remy nodded. "And I guess it's a bit odd I can only touch you but why question a good thing right?"

"True." Remy let go of her hand and rapped an arm around her waist. "Just our little secret." Rogue smiled at this. It was nice to have him around to talk to and just being in his presents left her with a safe, warm feeling.

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"YOU!" The second Rogue and Remy had walked into the med bay and found Logan, Jean, Hank and the Professor around a curtained off operating table Logan had grabbed Remy but the neck forced him up against the wall and even now his claws were pressing up against the flesh of Remy's neck.

"Logan! What's going on?" Rogue shouted. She looked around, hung from the ceiling around the table, Jean was sitting a cross the room by her self, who had curled into a tight ball and started crying when Logan started yelling. Hank and Charles sat by the curtain with heart-rending expressions on their faces. Rogue turned back to Logan after no one spoke.

"Logan! Professor?" He just lowered his head. Rogue took a step closer to the curtain but Logan started yelling again.

"YOU, YOU DID THIS?"

Remy opened his mouth to say some thing but was silenced by a sharp claw coming closer to his face. He dropped Remy and walked over to the curtain. He closed his eyes and through back the fabric. Instantly Rogue's hand clamped over her mouth to quiet her cry. Scott Summers, leader of their team lay dead on the table. Rogue could see the built hole in his forehead. She looked from Scott to Remy and tears came to her eyes, she couldn't believe any of this.

"No! ...No-I-Didn-" Remy tried to assure his innocence but Logan's claws once again tested the thickness of Remy's neck.

"You did… I was the one that found him in the garage! I could smell you scent, the smell of cigarettes and your fancy cologne. There was cigarette ash on the floor by his body. Do you find us dumb? I went to the security tapes as well, and there you were."

Remy looked to Rogue who had slumped against the wall crying. 'I didn't' he mouthed to her but she just looked away.

"Logan, Hank could you two please contain Gambit properly?"

"I could kill him."

"No, we shall hand him over to the authorities."

Hank left the Professor's side and walked over to Remy and Logan. Remy took one last look at his Rogue before starting to get pulled back.

"What? This is a joke right?" Remy started to yell and resist. "I DIDN'T DO IT!!"

"I'm sorry Rogue." The Professor said before helping the crying Jean out of the room. Rogue was left sitting alone on the floor. She looked up and once again saw Scott, one of her friends, lying dead in front of her.

"He wouldn't." Rogue whispered to herself glancing at the doors leading out of the room.

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A/N: ok…I can't give any clues of what's going to happen so don't ask. And ok to that one person's request I have enabled anonyms reviews, even thought I don't like them. Why? Because, when I get bitched at I like to know who said it so I can bitch right back. Well it's 1:27 am and I'm really hungry so ta. Is Remy innocent or guilty? Vote now!