French Translations:

Non-no

Merde-Sh*t

Mon amour est tombé! Gambit sera pas la laisser mourir!- My love has fallen! Gambit will not leave her to die!

Gambit vous aime de tout son cœur. Vous ne pouvez pas le quitter maintenant, son cœur est brisé à jamais. Si vous étiez à se réveiller, Gambit serait de vous accorder un souhait. Un souhait que vous avez envie, il est sûr de lui. Gambit…-Gambit love you with all his heart. You cannot leave him now; his heart shall be broken forever. If you were to wake up, Gambit would grant you a wish. A wish you have longed for, he is sure of it. Gambit…

…

"Remy, how is it you can sleep through an alarm sitting on a table three feet from you? Honestly, you are needed in the Danger Room, and bad news: Scott is the cause of this little meeting."

As he shifted in bed to see what time it was, Storm noticed the T.V and shook her head. All she could say was, "Why…?" Suddenly Gambit shot up like a rocket and ran to the closet. "Merde! Why didn'cha tell Gambit earlier dat it twelve fifteen? No alarm or anyt'in! Geez…" Storm covered her mouth with a hand to hide her smile. "Um, Remy…" He turned on her. "Wat, Ororo?" Her cheeks turned a lighter tint and she laughed, uncovering her smile to point. "You might want to put some pants on, you are going to be in front of women, you know."

Remy looked in the mirror only to see that he was completely dressed except for pants. His red boxers were still clearly visible. "Oh good grief…" He fingered through a drawer until he found pants that were somewhat decent. This unfortunately caused Storm to laugh more. "Wat now?" Gambit asked impatiently. "I wasn't aware that Remy LeBeau owned sweatpants." He sighed and grabbed his coat from the ceiling fan. As he turned to leave, Storm alerted him, "There is a hole in the left thigh of those pants, Remy."

"Who cares?" He asked, slipping his trench coat over his half sleepwear/half daywear outfit, covering the hole. "Oh yeah, no one. C'mon, Storm! Gambit leavin'!" She sighed and swept out of the room behind the irritated Cajun, closing the door. "Well, the Professor might, considering your underwear can be seen."

…

As the two former thieves turned the corner into the Danger Room, Remy paused. Something wasn't right, but what? Hmm…Storm realized that Remy had stopped and she pivoted on her heel. "Remy, is something the matter? You've stopped pursuing me just inches away from your fate—I mean the door." He looked away from the lamp he was observing and answered slowly, "Somt'in ain't right, Stormy. You feel dat?" She really didn't, but she lied and said she did. "It weird, like somt'in watchin' us…Do you t'ink…" Storm couldn't answer, because the smooth metal doors to the Danger Room slid open, Revealing Professor Xavier rolling toward them.

"Hello Ororo, Gambit, why is it you have failed to enter the Danger Room, and yet you are standing three feet from the door?" Storm stared as she started to blush. "I-I—we, were just about to enter, Professor, b-but we—Gambit—" He smiled as she tried to explain what was happening. While she stuttered, Gambit slowly realized that it was the Professor that was watching them, and he loosened. "It was Gambit, Prof. He sense somt'in watchin', but it only you, sir."

"Well, if that is so, would you two care to follow me?"

"Of course, Professor."

"Sure, Prof."

They followed the Professor into the Danger Room where they saw Scott, Crystal, Jean, and Logan (ugh…) and…Emma? "U-Um, Professor…Why, Emma…?" Gambit couldn't finish his sentence, he was so shocked. She smiled at the speechless Cajun and replied, "I was called here because of you, Mr. LeBeau, if you believe that." He nodded slowly, but she easily could tell he was lying. "No, silly, I'm here to help with a training course," she continued, walking up to him and putting her hand on the hot Cajun's shoulder. Crystal fidgeted a bit, but Logan gave her one of those familiar "don't-worry-it's-okay-he-still-likes-you" looks and she stopped. Emma kept talking in that smooth, flirtatious way as she finished her explanation.

"So," Scott interrupted, "can we start the course now? That was the whole point, Professor." Professor Xavier turned and Crystal swore she saw him roll his eyes at Scott. "Yes, Scott, we can start," he sighed, saying something to Jean in his head. She replied with a command. "Training course three-o-seven, Gambit, Crystal, Logan, Storm, Jean, Emma Frost, sequence begin." She spoke clearly and loudly, and then all of a sudden there was a whizzing noise filling the Danger Room.

…

Of course Gambit was hit first.

They had all heard the noise that signaled weapons into the Danger Room, but Crystal saw where almost all of them were pointed: strait at the unsuspecting Cajun. She yelled his name, but it was too late. All at one time, Gambit was hit with about thirteen lasers, two electric wires, and maybe a ninja star or two. "Gambit!" She screamed as he was bombarded with weapons. She lost her balance and tripped a trip wire, causing about twenty-thousand volts of electricity to course through her body. Thankfully, most of it was used for power, because she let out a huge pulse of electricity through her palms.

Gambit was bleeding in more than a few places, but he saw Crystal's display of power. He gaped in awe as she fell to her knees not twenty feet from him. "Crystal!" The Cajun yelled as she lost consciousness. The last thing she saw was Gambit struggling to get up. H-Help, m-me, Rem-my—

Scott was in as much shock as Gambit. Emma, Jean, and Storm were busy destroying weapons, but Jean managed to say something in everyone's head. "Crystal's lost consciousness! I repeat: Crystal has lost consciousness!" Remy cursed for a good full minute before managing to stand. "Don't even try, Gambit," Scott ordered, obviously just calming down a bit. But Gambit didn't care. "Non!" he tried to yell, but Scott could barely hear him over the explosions all around the fighting mutants. "Mon amour est tombé! Gambit sera pas la laisser mourir!"

Remy struggled, but managed to run the twenty feet to Crystal. His left leg was killing him, but he ignored it. All he cared about was Crystal and her safety. Jean gave another sharp command as she saw Gambit fall to Crystal's side. "Training course three-o-seven, Gambit, Crystal, Logan, Storm, Jean, Emma Frost, pause!" Logan cursed madly as he sprinted over to the fallen couple. He heard Gambit talking lightly in French to Crystal, obviously close to unconsciousness himself. "…Crystal, Gambit vous aime de tout son cœur. Vous ne pouvez pas le quitter maintenant, son cœur est brisé à jamais. Si vous étiez à se réveiller, Gambit serait de vous accorder un souhait. Un souhait que vous avez envie, il est sûr de lui. Gambit…"

He couldn't finish. Logan walked up behind him and put a caring hand on his shoulder. Everyone came over at their own paces, but they did all come. The Professor calmly said, "Gambit." The Cajun stayed put. If he moved, everyone would see the tears running down his face. Krys, come back, please. Gambit needs you. He was crying, but doing so silently, holding her cold hand in his. "Gambit," Professor X tried again softly, almost certain of Gambit's emotions. "Please, I need a clear look at Crystal's injuries…and yours." This time Gambit struggled not to burst. He couldn't leave her, but the Professor was right. Krys, wat should Gambit do?

Keeping his head down, the Cajun moved to Crystal's side side, still holding her hand. "Thank you—Gambit, are you…?" The Professor didn't continue because he heard a small sob escape Remy's lips. Logan heard in too, and he bent down next to Gambit. The first thing he saw was the tears, and the second, a couple gashes on his face that were still bleeding. "Listen, Bub…Gambit…She's gunna be fine, 'cause if she ain't…" Gambit looked up at him, clearly revealing to everyone else the tears running down his angel-like face, and the cuts covering it. "If she ain't, wat, Logan? Ya blame it all on Gambit? Ya cut him to pieces? Ya shove him t' da wall? Well, give 'im all ya got, Wolverine."

Logan was shocked. Not only because Gambit was crying, actually crying over Crystal, but because the Cajun expected Logan to blame him for it! "I ain't blaming you for dis, Cajun, you had nuthin' ta do with this…" Gambit stared intently at him for a moment. Meanwhile, Storm and Jean were trying not to cry themselves. Emma just watched in amusement, because she knew Crystal was conscious at this time. The Professor did, too, but Jean hadn't discovered it yet.

Crystal kept her breathing shallow and her eyes closed, but she listened to everything the Cajun boy said. She was shocked, and also glad to hear his voice. But she heard others, too. They were talking and crowding around her. Something about her being unconscious…She was, but she'd waken up when she'd felt Remy's warm hand grasp hers. Now, however, she heard Gambit in a different tone…He was accusing himself! Now he was talking about how Logan would cut him into little pieces. She had to admit, Logan always threatened to do that when the Cajun got to close to her. She tried not to smile, but it was really hard to resist.

Finally, Emma spoke. "She's neither dead, nor unconscious. She's been listening to all of this." Gambit couldn't believe what he just heard. In fact, he wouldn't believe it. "Gambit cain't believe you!" he spat at her. Crystal was surprised it wasn't in French. Crystal couldn't take it, she had to say something. But how? "G-Gamb-bit…?" She definitely sounded like she'd been unconscious. He shot up and ran to her. (Not literally, he just looked over and scooted closer.) "Chere, Gambit here, wat you need?"

"I-I, I love you…"

"Gambit love you, too, chere."

She tried you sit up, but she didn't have the strength. Gambit helped her up and she felt water. She looked up slightly, but she didn't go very far. It was a tear, and it came from Gambit. Crystal was shocked and overjoyed, and Remy felt it, too. He hugged her with the rest of his strength. After a while she looked wearily at him. "Did ya mean what ya said?" Gambit cocked his head. "Wat you talkin' 'bout, chere?" She stared with her emerald eyes and coughed. "That you'd give me a wish if I stayed with you?" He smiled. "Of course I did." She leaned in and the Cajun got the message. He gave her a cocky smile and pulled her into a kiss.