A/N: This one goes out to Gambette123, you sending my story some love inspired me to write this chapter. Enjoy! Please R&R
"Sadly chere, the ansah to dat particular question is non. Remy don't think he knows you from before the mall." Gambit replied. It had been eating him away, feeling as if he had known her. Within the few hours he was alone and waiting for Rogue he racked his brain. The only answer he came up with is that she looks so much like Rogue. Just one look at Anya and all the good memories he had of Rogue come flooding in. That's when his chest would tighten. His heart still tore at the seams when he thought of Rogue. He had given her the space she had asked for, and in return she gave herself to Magneto.
Gambit released a heavy sigh, which was interrupted by a female clearing her throat. "Remy, did ah say somethan wrong?" Gambit took Anya's hand and rested it against his cheek. "Non, Anya you didn't. Remy's just got some memories that are haunting him." "Memories? Ah don't have a lot of those. Mystique's face is the first thing ah can remembah. "Anya's eyes turned a shade darker as a look of slight horror crossed her face. She was remembering things before Mystique's face, like being so cold, and not being able to move. A small gasp escaped her lips as she saw glowing red eyes. These had no black like the eyes filled with worry that now met hers. These eyes were all red and …sinister.
"Ya?…..Anya?...Chere, are you okay?" Gambit's worried voice tore through the horrid memory and jarred her back to the present. "Sorry sugah, ah must be more outta it than ah thought." Anya tried a little smile as Gambit's face washed with relief. "Chere, maybe de bleu homme be right? Maybe Gambit should leave and let you have your rest?" As soon as Gambit had finished Anya had her small hand on his larger one. "No, Remy, please don't go just yet. Ah still want to talk to yah." Gambit nodded as he sat back comfortably in his seat.
"Ah wanted to know….why were yah so sad? Earlier when ah first saw yah that is." Anya's eyes shied away from Gambit's knowing this question was a bit personal. "Chere." Gambit took this small pause to gently turn Anya back to him. "Gambit, well…It's a very long story chere. Maybe we should save this for another time, non?" A look of hurt passed over Anya's face for a second before she nodded. That second did not go unnoticed by Gambit. Gambit stood and gently kissed Anya's forehead. "Chere, Gambit promises he'll tell you everything, just not while you're lying like this. Je vous promets." Anya nodded as she laid back into her pillow. "So what will yah tell meh right now?"
"Gambit will tell you everything soon, but for now? How 'bout Gambit tell you about how he came to the X-men?" Anya looked eager enough, even taking the chance to sit up more. "Easy chere. Now Remy, he be a t'ief, part of the Nawlins T'ief Guild. Remy was an orphan that is till Jean Luc LeBeau adopted him. Remy grew up training to be a t'ief, how to steal, how to never get caught, and how to hate the rival guild, de Sassians. The Sassians and the T'ieves, dey been fighting a war for so long dey forgot what dey were fighting for. Jean Luc, head of da t'ieves, decided to end dis silly feud. He arranged for his son, Remy, to marry de sassian's princess, Bella Donna. Remy and Bella, dey were in love, so dey accepted. But when Bella's frère sought to end this marriage wit a duel, Remy could not say non. And as you can see, Remy he still be alive and well. Now, even dough dis was a challenge, Remy still had to pay for killing an sassian after de treaty, so Remy was banned from Nawlins. Remy had no idea where to go or what to do, so he went where he could. Soon Remy found a job as Gambit, working for a man by de name of Sinister. Sinister was a man of science, he had Gambit stealing all sorts of devices and samples. He also sent Gambit to lead the massacre of de Morlocks. Gambit knew non that he was to kill a whole race, but he was de key to de whole thing. So, Gambit's trying to do good, not to make what he did right or to make it okay, but to help atone for his sins. And dat chere is why Gambit joined de X-men."
Anya had small tears streaming down her face. "Remy, dat's so sad. Ah can tell, dat even to dis day yah still blaming yahself. Sugah, yah didn't know what Sinister was planning, yah can't keep blaming yahself. Maybe to atone for your sin is to realize it wasn't yah fault." Gambit stood up abruptly. "Chere, Gambit done and said a lot of t'ings, but he knows what was wrong and what was right. Gambit was de key to the massacre, it's his fault alone dat all dose innocents are dead. Chere, it's all my fault." He then turned and stormed out of the room.
Anya raised her hand to stop him, but another dizzy spell hit her before she could speak. Her limp body fell back onto the bed. Visions of red glowing eyes and a small glittering diamond filled her consciousness. "You will be my greatest creation. You are to be the next Omega level mutant. I have created you from Rogue's DNA but have found the problem with her control and fixed it. Her powers, now with no limitations, are yours. Mystique thinks this is for her, to give her back the daughter she loved, but your more for me than her. And to make sure you stayed that way, I have installed a little…fail safe in you. What a glorious fail safe it is. After all, the human emotion love is the strongest there is." An evil laugh filled her head before blackness swallowed her whole.
Two hours later: Gambit felt horrible. He was trash; there was no other way to describe himself right now. Anya was just curious, she wanted to know more about him, and he told her his darkest secret. She didn't even bat an eyelash. She swore his innocence and he turned away from her. How stupid was he? Gambit took one last drag on his cigarette before heading back inside. Instead of leading him towards his room, his feet turned the other way and headed for the med bay. 'I'm just going to apologize. Simple as that.' Gambit's thoughts stopped as he opened the med bay doors.
Anya was sound asleep. Her heart rate monitor giving a steady beat in the background. Gambit saw the deep rise and fall of her chest as he moved closer to her. Her thick eyelashes hid her gorgeous eyes from him. Her hair had fallen haphazardly over her pillow and face. Gently Gambit moved the hair from her face. Slowly he walked back to the chair he had vacated not too long ago. His hand sought hers, buried beneath the sheet. Clasping it lightly Gambit raised the limp hand to his lips. "Je suis désolé," he whispered. He stood to leave, but her hand tightened on his. Staring back at Anya, Gambit realized she was still asleep. A breathless, "Gambit" and a smile on her face made him sit back down. His heart was skipping a few beats as hers raced a little faster. Gambit gave a smile to her sleeping form before closing his eyes. 'I'll only rest here for a little.'
A few hours later: Rogue has been waiting for so long now to see Anya. She wanted to know who she was, and where she came from. Slowly she crept through the mansion. She was at the med bay doors before too long. Silently she pushed the doors open. Inside the med bay was dark. 'Anya must be sleeping. I'll just make sure she's doing fine then go back to bed.' With determined steps Rogue crossed the room. The sight before her had a small gasp escaping her lips and a tightening in her chest. Gambit was sound asleep, holding Anya's hand. His head rested on the bed by Anya's hip. What really twisted Rogue's heart was the pure happy smile that dawned both of their faces.
French: Je vous promets – I promise
Je suis désolé – I'm sorry