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Get Rogue,

Chapter Four

If there was one person Gambit hated more than anything or rather anyone else, it was Sinister. He hadn't known what he was getting himself into when he had gone to the geneticist for help with his powers, but he had been desperate. Normally he would have thoroughly researched anything and anybody he got himself involved with, but he needed control and he needed it fast.

Stopping short of the exit to Sinister's lab, Gambit replayed the deal with Sinister in his mind over and over. He was clearly told that if he delivered the X-Man known only by Rogue to his lab his dept would be completely paid off. He never said anything about keeping the girl here.

Smirking, he turned back around. No doubt the Wolverine was already onto him. If he offered the girl back and some important information about Sinister, he may actually escape uninjured, and maybe even someone to help him with Sinister who would no doubt be none too happy if he helped the girl escape.

They'd been sloppy. It hadn't taken much to find out who had hired Deadpool. The question was why and where his whereabouts were. It was bad enough she had Deathstrike and her Reavers, along with some unknown player to deal with, but Deadpool was a liability she did not need at the moment.

It had been easy finding their hideout and it had been even easier dispatching Toad first. Pyro had proven to be more of a challenge but amusingly enough his obsession with fire was able to be used against him, and the Blob hadn't even known what hit him. All that left was four: Domino, Avalanche, Senyaka, and Quicksilver. More challenging than the last three, but they were manageable.

Since breaking into their base and taking out Toad, Blob, and Pyro she hadn't seen them anywhere. She was surprised when they hadn't heard Blob fall, she was sure they would've come running, but it did not matter. She was going to find them and make them spill about everything

Shifting into Pyro's form, Mystique continued her search. No doubt the X-Men were scrambling for answers. In a way so was she but unlike them, she knew more about what was going on.

"Hey Pyro," Avalanche's voice suddenly called out, stepping out from one of the many doorways.

"Have you seen Toad? Little wart was supposed to make a food run."

"Naw, can't say I have mate," Mystique answered in perfect imitation of Pyro.

"But I do have an idea where you'll find him." Before Avalanche could ask where, Mystique delivered a swift and precise blow to his head, effectively knocking him out.

Four down, three to go.

Morphing into Avalanche's form, Mystique entered the room he had just left. Inside were Domino and Quicksilver. Senyaka was nowhere in sight, but she merely ignored that fact. There was no way he was the brains, and these two would have the answers she wanted. Daddy's little boy was flipping through various channels at an insane speed on their huge screen television, and Domino was lounging on a nearby love seat, cleaning her gun.

Pathetic.

"Did you find him," Quicksilver asked, taking a second to look up from channel surfing.

"No."

"I knew we should have left that slime ball with the MRD when we had the chance," He snorted in reply, returning back to his channel flipping.

Mystique resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He truly was pathetic. Why Magneto put him in charge of the Brotherhood she did not know. After all, a leader was only as strong as its weakest link.

When she was sure their attention was fixated on whatever they were doing, she pulled out two handheld dart guns. Before the two even knew what was going on, she fired both of them. Each dart landed on their intended targets, lodging themselves deep within their necks'. The darts wouldn't kill or even knock them out but they were coated with a special poison that would paralyze their bodies from the neck down for the next twenty-four hours. It was a little something she had picked up from one of Magneto's many labs.

As she stalked closer to Pietro with the grace of a lethal panther, a predatory grin on her face, she shifted back to her natural form. A gasp of shock escaped both Domino and Quicksilver's mouth.

"Mystique? What are you doing here and what have you done to me," He demanded, frozen to his spot.

"You better tell me go or you'll regret the day you ever set eyes on my father."

"You are in no position of making any demands let alone threats dear Pietro," She coolly responded, now standing directly in front of him.

"Why are you doing this? We all work for Magneto," Domino angrily yelled as her body fell sideways on the loveseat she was on.

"And that is where you are wrong." She smirked, an evil glint in her eyes.

If Pietro could move, he would have shuddered. Out of all of Magneto's Acolytes, Mystique had been the only one he was really wary of, even scared of. The shapeshifter was cunning, temperamental, ruthless, and would go through whatever and whomever she had to, to achieve her goals. No matter what the cost. Her past was a complete mystery and from what he was able to gather about her, she had been alive a long time, more so than even his own father. She was not someone, one took lightly.

He tried to put on a brave face.

"Whatever it is you're after, you're not getting it here."

"Really now."

She smiled at him as she took a seat directly in front of him. Crossing her legs, she pulled out a large syringe, filled with a neon blue substance. Absentmindedly, she began waving it around. Quicksilver didn't like the looks of it. Nervously he gulped.

"Listen Pietro. I am not a woman with patience. Either you tell me what I want to know, or I'll test the Purifier's latest experiment on you."

"Wh-what exactly is that?"

"Oh this, just a little something that'll turn you into a flatscan," She answered as if she was talking about the weather. "That is if you're lucky. It's very potent, in fact too potent. Not only will it destroy your X-gene but every gene you have."

Before Pietro could answer, Senyaka's whip suddenly went flashing by, knocking the syringe out of Mystique's hand. Instantly she was on her feet. Executing a perfect back flip to avoid another whip aimed at her, she inwardly cursed herself for forgetting about Senyaka. She knew better than to turn her back to any exits. Grabbing Domino's discarded gun, she aimed for Senyaka. Patiently she waited for him to attack.

Forming another whip, Senyaka made a lunge for Mystique. Dodging past the bullets, he skillfully wrapped one of his whips around the gun and yanked it out of her hand. Before he had a chance to wrap his other whip around Mystique's hands, Wolverine suddenly came crashing up through the floor.

Never before had Rogue detested the color white, especially as much as she did now. In fact she even had half a mind to dye her streaks as soon as she got out of here. The walls, which she swore were getting smaller by the moment, were white, heck even the scrubs she had been forced to put on were white. They had placed her in a small room that barely had enough space to house the toilet across from her, and a small cot to her left.

Shaking her head as if shaking away these thought, she leaned against the nearest wall and slowly slid down to the floor. Trying to ignore the discomfort brought on by her handcuffs (that they had to remember to put back on her after changing at least Multiple had the decency to turn his back to her), she struggled with ignoring the pain radiating from her arm. If the color wasn't going to drive her crazy then the pain from her arm was sure to.

Groaning, she buried her head in her arms as she tried to think about anything other than the walls or the color white. There were a million other things she could be thinking about, but she just could not focus. Even the voices in her head were not cooperating. The one time she actually wanted to talk with them they remained silent.

Stupid mutation.

Her mutation was the whole reason why she couldn't concentrate. It was Storm's fear of closed spaces that intensified her anxiety. Being in this room reminded her of the one she had been in after her powers had first emerged, another stupid fault of her mutation. For seven months she had been in that hell hole, and she had vowed to never let herself be caged like that, but here she was. Caged like an animal once more.

She forced her thoughts on other things, like escaping this place and being back in her own room in her nice queen sized bed and in her own clothes. With only having to deal with five in the morning Danger Room sessions and mutant haters instead of driving herself crazy in this ridiculously small, white room, wondering what exactly Sinister of all people wanted with her. She'd much rather be running a level ten battle simulation or better yet, shopping with Kitty and actually sticking with the younger girl. Who was partially the reason she was stuck here. If she hadn't listened to Kitty then maybe she would have told Logan a lot sooner about her stalker and she would be here.

Stupid Kitty.

She was being too hard on the younger girl, rationally she knew that. She wasn't that bad, after all she had offered her a place to stay after the mansion blew up. In fact she was the only one who had offered her anything. Going from the streets to a mansion then back to the streets was a hard adjustment for her, one she should've expected. She had grown too comfortable at the mansion and she had forgotten what being on the streets was like.

Besides she probably would have held off telling Logan anyway. Their relationship may have been slowly repairing, but it had yet to reach that point it had once been. The one where she was able to be more open with Logan, like she had once been.

"Uhh," She groaned aloud, burying her head in her hands. All her thoughts kept drifting to things she'd rather not think about.

Letting her head hit the back of the wall, Rogue let her thoughts shift again, this time to the White Queen, or Emma Frost and Tessa otherwise known as Sage.

Scott had told them how Emma had died before his very eyes. She had betrayed the X-Men, was the reason the professor was in a coma and Jean went missing. She was also the reason why they were all still here. It had been her sacrifice that had saved them all.

Honestly she hadn't like the woman at first, and from what she heard no one else had. She was haughty, arrogant and just a plain old bitch. But Rogue had found herself respecting the White Queen, even before her sacrifice. She had always stood her ground in the mansion, and though no one had liked her she didn't care, something Rogue could relate to.

And then there was Tessa.

Tessa she hadn't seen in years. She had left a year before the mansion had exploded and the explosion had happened nearly two years ago now. Sage was one of the few people she could hold a conversation with longer than five minutes without wanting to knock her out. They weren't the best of friends but they had been friends.

But now here they both were, in Sinister's lab of all places. And if her eyes hadn't been playing tricks on her like she believed they were, then she clearly saw Emma as a prisoner in a cell much like her own and Tessa taking DNA from her, which would mean she was working with Sinister now. Sinister of all people.

When did things get so screwed up?

"Why the long face cherie? Don't look so sad, Gambit's here now."

Rogue's head immediately shot up like a rocket. Not five feet from her, standing casually against the now open cell door looking as if he owned the place, stood the Cajun thief, his infuriating smirk on his face. Absentmindedly she wondered if it ever left his face.

"First there was the whole stuck in the cell thing and now this. Why do they keep doing this to me," Bobby whined. After the briefing, Beast had ordered him back to the medical bay. He didn't understand why. He was standing fine, he talked fine, and he felt fine; he was fine.

Kitty resisted the urge to hit him; he was still in the medical bay after all. The only reason she was in here was because Beast had asked her to watch over him while she did her work. Though it wasn't like she was getting much done, he had been ranting for the better part of the last hour since the team had taken off.

"If you remember how the last mission went, maybe you'll find out why you're stuck here and Forge got to go."

"You know, it was a rhetorical question," Bobby sourly muttered. When he saw that she was no longer paying him any attention, he changed the subject.

"What are you doing anyway? I would've thought you'd be complaining just as much as I am for being left behind again and stuck on baby-sitting duty."

Rolling her eyes, Kitty replied, "If you had been paying attention during the briefing instead of lost in that fantasy little world of yours, you would've heard Logan assigning Sam baby-sitting duty. I'm actually doing something that involves my brain. Something you are surely in need of."

"Ha, ha, very funny," Bobby sarcastically retorted.

"What is it that you are doing then?"

"Hacking into S.H.I.E.L.D," She nonchalantly spoke as if hacking into secret government agencies was a daily thing for her.

"I told Logan about it and he thought it would be a good idea. I guess you are useful after all." Kitty gave him a teasing grin.

"Whatever." Bobby scowled.

"So have you found anything?"

"Actually yeah I have. It's not really much but it's something."

"Well what's the something?"

"Just a few basics over Deadpool, Deathstrike, and Mystique. Like their stats according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database, a list of known associates and old hideouts. Even their real names..." She trailed off, as if lost in thought whilst all the information printed out.

"Wow, they have that much info on them." Bobby's eyes widened as he flipped through the papers that had finished printed.

"Yeah." Kitty sighed.

Picking up on her change in demeanor, he asked, "What's wrong Kitty? You just hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D., found out some very useful information, you should be happy. This will definitely bring us one step closer to finding Rogue."

"Happy?" She turned a questioning gaze at him.

"How can I be happy when Rogue is missing! You know, our friend and teammate. Did you read those files? Do you realize what kind of people are after her?"

Kitty was irate. How could Bobby be so calm? They may not have been as close to Rogue as Kurt or Logan was but she was still their friend despite their recent problems. Plus she owed the older girl. Not to mention what she did what she had to for the team and she was willing to bare their cold shoulders to find out what Magneto was up to.

Bobby was stunned. He hadn't even realized the two could even get along. Rogue and Kitty were like night and day. Kitty was outgoing, talkative and had a bubbly personality. Rogue on the other hand was more aloof and preferred to stick more to herself and normally when she did talk it was to threaten or make fun of someone. Kitty was Miss Personality and Rogue was Miss Sullen and Sarcastic. Their personas weren't the only thing they had nothing in common with. Both came from extremely different backgrounds.

He himself had at one point been pretty good friends with Rogue. When they were younger the two of them had always been partners in the Danger Room and if he was being honest, he was still a bit bitter towards her. Yes she had set them up to find out what the Brotherhood were planning but she hadn't bothered to trust any of them with the truth of her actions. Now, he just wished for things to be as they once were.

Confidently, he placed two hands on her shoulder and spoke, "Relax Kitty everything will be fine, you'll see. Rogue's a tough girl. If anybody can take care of themselves it's her."

Kitty hadn't expected those words out of the blonde's mouth, but he did have a point. Rogue was one of the toughest girls she knew. She would get through this.

"Thanks Bobby."

"Uhh, guys y'all might wanna check this out," Sam interrupted as he stood at the doorway, a worried look straining his features.

She had to be hallucinating. The stress from her powers and her current situation had to be it. What other possible reason could there be for Gambit, Gambit of all people, the whole reason she was even in this predicament in the first place, to be standing mere inches away from her. But there he was dangling a ring of what looked to be keys, with that ever present sexy smirk on his face, his red on black eyes glinting with…wait, sexy?

Yep she was definitely losing it.

She always knew one day the stress from her powers would get to her and cause her to eventually crack. She just thought she had a little more time. Things hadn't been that bad…Up until these last two days of course. Wait, two days. It felt more like a lifetime.

As if sensing her thoughts, his smirk grew even wider and Rogue had to ponder how they were both able to fit in this small cell. It was painfully obvious that the Cajun had a huge ego; it was a wonder how he got around anywhere.

Still suffering from shock, Rogue failed to notice as he approached her. She did however notice as he took her hands in his and inserted the strange looking key into the left cuff. In seconds her left hand was free.

"Why are you doin this?"

Grinning cheekily, he smoothly answered, "'Cause mon cherie, can't stand the thought of a bella femme like y' bein in a place like this."

Rogue was not fooled.

"Then why'd you bring meh here?" She shot back.

Ignoring her question, Gambit gently grabbed her other, gloved hand. The damage to her already hurt arm done by Blockbuster was evident. Blood had soaked through the bandage and there were signs of severe bruising. He was surprised at her tolerance of pain. She really was one tough girl. Before taking off the other cuff, Gambit shrugged off his trench coat and placed it around her shoulders.

Rogue was skeptical but she was cold and she hated the scrubs. And at least brown was a color other than white, so she reluctantly accepted his jacket and slipped her arms into the sleeves. But not before saying, "Just to let you know, ah'm not accepting your jacket 'cause ah trust you or anything like that. It's freezin in here and ah can't stand the color white for another second."

Chuckling, Gambit replied, "Whatever y' say petite."

Glaring at him, Rogue was about to retort when she caught a flash of purple. Pushing Gambit to the ground, the two narrowly missed the harpoon which lodged itself deep into the wall. Seconds later it exploded.

Debris was everywhere and both were caught off guard when a pair of hands roughly took hold of them by the cuff of their necks. Before they had a chance to escape, Harpoon had grabbed the loose cuff around Rogue's wrist and cuffed it around Gambit's left one.

He hated surprises.

Since entering the warehouse Logan was immediately put on edge. Sure during any mission he was tense, heck he was always tense and very rarely relaxed. But since stepping foot in the Brotherhood's latest hideout, Logan could tell something was off. Entering enemy territory you always knew what to expect but everything they had encountered here had been unexpected.

Their entrance had been none too subtle and Colossus had even knocked down a wall, but still no one was there to greet them. And when they had started looking around the place they had found Blob, Pyro, Toad, and Avalanche out cold or that's what they thought. He should've been paying more attention, and he could've avoided being thrown into the ceiling.

Though now, maybe that had been the best thing for him. He had landed on Senyaka, knocking him out. With Senyaka down, Mystique took the opportunity to make her escape. She wasn't going to be getting the information she wanted now. Damned X-Men.

Wasting no time, Wolverine got to his feet. By the way things were going on around here, Mystique may not be working with the Brotherhood but she knew something about what was going on.

One way or another he was going to get her to spill about everything she knew. He was after all the best at what he did and what he did wasn't very nice.

TBC

AN: Sorry about the last line but I just had to put it in. I haven't read a story where somebody actually used it, well I did read one but it was only Jubilee making fun of Wolverine and he didn't even get the whole line out. Next chapter, I promise it'll mainly focus on Gambit and Rogue.