AN: Yes, your eyes do not deceive you; this is indeed chapter eight of Get Rogue. Now hopefully, this looks like it took me a year to write. Enjoy.

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Get Rogue,

Chapter Eight

Gambit made to grab his bo-staff, only to remember that it was still in his coat which Rogue had just shrugged back on. A few curses slipped his tongue. He'd have to defend themselves without it somehow. Things were looking grim. Deadpool stood between them and the only way out of the small train compartment. He wasn't willing to take his eyes off the insane mercenary and especially to turn his back on him to grab his only remaining weapon.

Inwardly he wondered if this was it. If he was going to be killed by a bad Spider-Man rip-off who looked like he was on steroids.

"Damn it! I'm sick and tired of your snide comments about me looking like that pansy," Deadpool yelled at the fanfiction author, freaking both Rogue and Gambit who were at a loss about what he was talking about.

"Spider-Man is not a pansy and it's not my fault that you do or have you forgotten the cover of Deadpool, issue #11."

"Are you on crack? Of course that emo kid is a pansy. I tell you fanfic writers these days. They can never get their damn fics right, always ruining us characters. And don't even get me started on their bad updating habits," he ranted on, further annoying the authoress and creeping out the two southern mutants he had cornered.

Simultaneously they took a step back from the deranged mercenary, forcing them against the back wall of the compartment. While he was distracted, Gambit seized the opportunity to grab his bo-staff.

"Shut it Deadpool. Now if you don't get back to the damned script…"

"What script? There is no script. You're pulling all this out of your ass," he smugly interrupted. That bastard.

"If you don't get back to the story right now, you'll be looking like a Cyclops fan-boy!"

"What! That guy has a stick so far up his ass it's a wonder he can walk. I'm way too cool for that loser. I'll be good," Deadpool promised; though in the back of his mind he was planning on way of decapitating the author, besides she'd probably be too lazy to even bother.

With his bo-staff in hand, Gambit charged at the distracted Deadpool. The end of his staff met the side of the insane mercenary's head, and had he been a lesser ma… (like you could call him a man).

"Stupid, emo fanfic writer," Deadpool grumbled under his breath but otherwise remained in character.

…lesser genetically altered gun for hire, he would have doubled over in pain. Deadpool didn't even flinch at the contact. In fact, it looked as if he were smiling by the way the fabric of his mask crinkled upwards.

"Ooh, since you showed me yours I guess it's only fair I show you mine," he laughed gleefully and pulled out his two katanas. He twirled them each in a flashy taunt to demonstrate a glimpse of what he was capable of, before settling into a fighting stance.

"Let's see what you got pretty boy."

He slashed wildly at the two powered-down mutants. Gambit tried to meet each blow with his bo-staff, but it was difficult when he was using only one hand to fight efficiently. There was not enough strength behind his blocks. He parried some of the hits, but without his powers and full function of both his arms, he was slower than usual. Deadpool managed to get hits in that he normally would've been able to easily dodge.

With Deadpool's attention focusing on Gambit, Rogue studied the mercenary's moves before inserting herself into the fray. With a well aimed strike, she was able to kick one of his katanas out of his hand. She caught it mid-air with her free hand.

After their run in with the Silver Samurai, Rogue had convinced Logan to give her some lessons with the Japanese sword. He had refused at first, but she had been persistent. Eventually she managed to wear him down and get the training she wanted. She never did like relying on her powers.

"Hey, no fair that's mine," Deadpool whined like a little kid.

"Too bad, finder's keepers," she taunted.

Deadpool laughed. "This is going to be fun."

He swung his sword, this time aiming specifically for Rogue. She effortlessly blocked his attack. Soon the two were trading blow for blow with Gambit catching the hits she would've missed. Together, they evaded each of the mercenary's hits.

"Who hired yah," Rogue questioned.

Seeing no harm in answering since he was about to kill her, Deadpool brightly answered, "Why your good friends, the Brotherhood of course."

When she spotted an opening, Rogue ran her sword through Deadpool's gut as Gambit delivered another blow to his head, managing to efficiently knock him down this time.

Hurriedly, Remy rushed past his fallen his fallen form, dragging Rogue with him. Though they had succeeded in holding him off for a bit, Deadpool was just toying with them. It was only a matter of time before the tables would turn, and the insane mercenary would start getting serious and use his guns.

They ran straight for the end of the train, ignoring the looks being sent their way. The train hitched and slowly began to pick up speed. The handcuffed duo nearly lost their balance at the sudden movement, but Rogue did collide into Gambit causing them to crash against another compartment, narrowly missing a bullet aimed at her.

"Shit," she cursed before picking up their pace.

Gambit had tried to open the compartment door, but Rogue pulled him in the other direction. Hiding out would do no good against Deadpool, they needed to get him off the train.

"What are you doing Rogue? We'll be killed," Gambit protested as he reluctantly followed the other mutant.

She didn't bothering replying, it would only cause an unneeded distraction. And time was not on their side. Somehow, they made it to the end of the train in one piece. Swiftly she opened the end door of the train.

"Rogue," he spoke again, wanting to head into the nearest compartment.

"Just trust me Remy," Rogue snapped at him, unconsciously using his first name. She had an idea, one that she was sure Gambit would consider too risky or crazy even, for his standards. Cyclops had never approved of any of her plans when he was leader and Logan also felt a bit uneasy about them, but they had always got the job done. She pushed him to the side, where he wasn't in view of Deadpool while she stood brazenly in the center of the doorway; a perfect target for any assassin.

"C'mon yah psychotic freak, let's get this over with already," Rogue baited.

"Have it your way toots," Deadpool replied as he pulled the sword from his head. Though it would've been a lot easier to just shoot her, he had been paid double to make her suffer.

He really loved his job.

When he was within range she expertly dodged his blade and with her free hand rammed the knife she had found in one of Gambit's many pockets while they were on the truck, into his neck and slashed horizontally. Catching him off guard, she wrestled his sword out of his hand as Gambit grabbed one of his guns.

She finished the job by slicing his head off. Gambit caught it before it reached the ground, and threw it off the train. As if the body knew which direction he had thrown it, Deadpool followed his head. Before long, he became a speck in the distance.

The adrenaline wore off and Rogue found her shoulders slumping as she leaned against Gambit. She wasn't dumb enough to think that they had gotten rid of him for good. Deadpool would be back, but at least for now they didn't have to worry about him.

Logan roughly threw Mystique over his shoulder. He had called Storm to pick him up not long after he had jammed the tranquilizer in the shape shifter's neck. It was then when he had been informed of Fury's raid on the mansion. His first reaction had been to swear with death threats mingled after every other word. They were going through enough shit already. He really did not want to deal with Fury too.

Once he had calmed down enough, he had ordered Cyclops, Bobby, and Jean to stay on Genosha with the new, younger members. They were going to see if they could find out more from Sunfire, or if Deathstrike had left anything behind. He and the other were going to take the mansion back. Logan really needed to talk to Xavier and get some insight as to what was going on around here.

The roaring engine of the Blackbird reached Wolverine's ears and seconds later the massive jet came into view. It didn't bother landing, it didn't need to. Kurt suddenly appeared in front of him, and moments later they were in the jet.

Logan carelessly dropped Mystique to the floor as if she were a sack of potatoes. Wordlessly he took the power inhibitor collar from Forge and placed it around her neck. Impassively he watched as the blue faded into a neutral, cream color tinged with pink, and her hair began to darken to a midnight blue hue.

Logan smirked.

Mystique was the one thing she hated more than anything. She was normal.

"Forge," he barked, turning to the scrawny mutant, "Handcuff her hand and legs. I don't want to give her the opportunity to escape."

The scattered-brained inventor immediately bolted out of his seat to do what he was ordered to. He was nervous about being so close to the notorious acolyte, but he did what he was told.

Logan turned to Storm.

"Give me the layout."

Ororo kept her gaze on the scenery before her, but all the same she answered Logan's demand, "They have the complete outer perimeter surrounded. Fury has taken up base at the front entrance. They can tell that the lower levels are there, but they have been unable to get in. They've left the left side, cave entrance unguarded."

Logan nodded his head. His mind was buzzing with plans, different scenarios, and how things would play out. His first instinct was to drop down and take them all out, but rationally he knew that would only cause more problems. He was the leader of the X-Men now, and he needed to do what was best for his team.

"Alright Elf," Logan spoke, turning to the smaller of the furry, blue mutants in the jet, "You and I, we're gonna have a talk with Fury. I want the rest of y'all to head into the mansion using the unguarded entrance. Lock Mystique up and check on the professor."

It didn't take them long to get back to the mansion. Storm had set the jet to stealth mode, and no radar on earth would be able to pick up the Blackbird. Kurt unbuckled himself and walked up to Logan. He placed a hand on Wolverine's shoulder.

"How about a little cover darlin," Logan requested locking eyes with the weather witch, as Kurt ported them down below. By the time they reached the ground, a dense fog had developed around the entire estate.

With Nightcrawler right behind him, Logan navigated their way to Fury. Surprisingly, most of the grounds were devoid of soldiers. He had expected more from S.H.I.E.L.D. It slightly unnerved the Wolverine. They found him close to the edge of the woods, glaring at the fog while he puffed on a cigar.

"Gotta say Logan, I expected you sooner," Fury casually remarked slowing turning to face the two X-Men.

Snarling, Logan grabbed him by the collar and threw him against the nearest tree. Fury for his part, remained unfazed as Wolverine pinned him by the neck with one hand as the other had unleashed his adamantium claws just inches away from his face. Kurt was impressed. Not many could meet Logan's furious gaze head on.

"Cut the crap Fury. We had a deal, now why the hell are you raiding the mansion?"

"I'd show a bit more gratitude if I were you Logan. Had anyone else taken this assignment, they'd already be blowing up the mansion trying to find those mysterious lower levels of yours," Fury calmly replied.

Logan growled, but otherwise retracted his claws and dropped the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Why are you here?"

"The higher ups at S.H.I.E.L.D. picked up on a few wanted criminals around here. Since some were mutants, you guys appeared suspicious. Some of the others wanted to arrest you, I convinced them otherwise," Fury casually replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

"What's in it for you bub," Logan responded, crossing his arms over his chest. Fury never did something for nothing.

"I'm just returning the favor, but I do need to know what happened here."

Logan scowled, and when he made no move to reply, Kurt spoke for him. "We were attacked two days ago by: the Brotherhood, Deadpool, Mystique, the Reavers, Gambit, and Deathstrike. It wasn't a planned thing, and we have no proof that any of them were working together."

Fury contemplated his words before replying, "Interesting. What did they want?"

"We're not certain. But we have some evidence that showed they wanted one of our teammates. And Gambit managed to kidnap her," Kurt replied, practically spitting out the name Gambit like it was a bad curse.

"Alright, this thing that is going on around here is clearly between y'all. I'll keep S.H.I.E.L.D. out of it, but only if you capture Deathstrike, Deadpool, and Mystique for us."

Another growl erupted from the back of Wolverine's throat, but he nonetheless replied, "I ain't promising you nothing Fury, but if they're still alive when I'm done with them, I'll give you a call."

Kurt noticed that he didn't mention Mystique. Wisely he kept his mouth shut. She was their first clue to finding out what the others want with Rogue.

Rogue and Gambit had eventually made their way back to their compartment. Gambit had hidden the gun in one of the many pockets of his coat, and Deadpool's katana had followed the gun's fate. Rogue had taken her seat back by the window, and this time Gambit didn't bother trying to invade her personal space. They were both exhausted, the last few days were finally taking its toll on the powered down mutants, but still they did not allow themselves to rest just yet. Deadpool had found them and who knows how else had also.

But one thing was bothering Gambit more than the thought of a possible threat. Rogue, she had used his name, his real name. The one he never told anybody. None of his employers had ever been given his name; the Guild only gave out his codename.

"Y' called me Remy," he softly spoke, not really expecting her to hear him.

She did. Turning from the window, Rogue looked at the Cajun. She hadn't really given it much thought about the name thing; it just came out, sort of like a heat of the moment thing. "Yea, ah guess ah did."

"How'd y' know?"

Rogue shrugged her shoulders. "Magneto knew it. Ah absorbed him right after he was about to kill Kelly for what yah did to Poloris and Genosha."

Gambit nodded his head in acknowledgement, before dropping her gaze. He knew what this was going to lead to.

"Why, why'd yah do it?"

Gambit didn't need to be told specifically what "it" was. He could pick up on a hint of disgust in her voice, but even more so curiosity. He remained silent. It wasn't a question he was able to answer. She let it dropped when he made no move to answer, and from the corner of his eyes he saw her turn her attention back to the window. They had a few good hours before they would be in Louisiana and by the current mood it was going to be a trip in silence.

The first thing Logan did once Fury's men had cleared out was head to room where the Professor was kept. Hopefully this time Charles would be available to talk. He really needed some answers, he was tired of running around in the dark.

Kurt made his way in the opposite direction of Logan. Slowly, he treaded towards the lower levels, on his way to the cells. He could've easily ported, but his mind needed to adjust to what he was about to do. His birth mother was a ruthless person, as been proved time after time. She had even sent him, her own son, to the prisons in Genosha.

When he reached the door that would lead him to his mother, he hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door still unprepared to what awaited him on the other side.

TBC