"Ah don't wanna live anahmore" she mumbled.
----------Three Years Later--------
Scott slammed down his news paper onto the kitchen table, rattling all the dishes and cups around him.
"Nothing?"
Scott snapped his head up to see a questionable look on Kitty's and Kurt's face. He pinched the bridge of his nose, agitated like hell.
"Nothing, no sign of him or Sinister. It's been three weeks, and still the cops believe that anti-mutants killed the Morlocks." He banged his fists against the table, knocking over a few cups and mugs.
Jean-Paul shrugged "I don't think those gangs care, mon ami. As long as mutants are being hurt or killed they're happy, no matter who did it."
"It does matter. Look; both Spyke and Angel said they saw Gambit down there in the sewers." He got up from his chair, shoving it violently against the table "And now the son of a bitch sends us a note saying he needs help?"
Jubilee bit the inside of her cheeks; she didn't want to believe that Gambit would lead a bunch of Sinister's crew to hurt innocent mutants. She traced the rim of her mug with her finger, remembering the last time she saw him. No matter what he did he was still part of the team.
Wasn't he?
Jean-Paul's voice broke her chain of thoughts "Maybe the guy was tricked?"
Scott rolled his eyes "Come on, this is Gambit we're talking about. The guy doesn't get tricked; he's the one who tricks!"
"Why don't we just hear him out?" Jubilee asked in the softest voice she ever could muster.
Piotr eyes darkened at the thought, "You want to listen to a murderer?"
It was Kitty that stood up to him, "He is not a murderer. For all we know he was at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"What? Like Angel?" Piotr chuckled; he leaned against the kitchen counter. "You are forgetting that I worked with him before Katya. The man does not care who he hurts, as long as you pay him a fair price."
Kitty, disgusted by how Scott and Piotr were talking about their used to be team mate, got up from her seat and walked out of the kitchen.
"Is she forgetting vhat he did?" Kurt shook his head; he picked up Gambit's note to them and scanned it quickly.
"Ve don't even know vhere he is now. How do ve know that he didn't skip town?" he asked the group.
"We don't" replied Scott. He could feel his anger and hate against the guy tenfold. It was bad enough that he hurt Rogue, but now two of his friends where in the infirmary clinging to life. He never trusted the Cajun, and now all Scott wanted to do was blast that insufferable patent smirk of his face.
Chimes rang through out the house, a minute later thunder and lighting could be heard echoing from the foyer.
The five looked at each other before they rushed to the door.
Storm was looking at the video surveillance, her eyes were pure white and anger was written all over her lovely face.
"It's him." She gritted between her teeth. She made an attempt to open the door and let the damn boy take what was coming to him for hurting her nephew, but Scott grabbed her wrist.
"Let go Scott." She warned him, pulling her wrist away from him. But Scott was resolute, "Storm, you can't do this. Go check on Evan." He gently told her, trying his best to move her away from the door.
"After what he did to him? There is no way that I am going to let that traitor go with out a punishment!"
JP put a comforting hand on Storm shoulder, "Chere, you can't go rushing into anything without know the whole story."
Her eyes went wide "'Story'?! He almost killed Evan and Warren, along with others. What else is there?" Storm's blue eyes filled with tears, thinking back to when Evan showed up in front of the mansion, blood all over him and his bone armor ripped off his body. She could feel her stomach churn remembering how parts of his body were already infected.
"Scott," her voice cracked with slight hysteria "I have to see him, to see why he did it." The door bell rang again, and an impatient looking Gambit was looking directly up at the camera.
"We'll find out, just go for now." JP assured her.
Scott watched her as she left to go to the med bay; he pressed the button to the intercom. "We don't help murderers." His voice was cold, and watched Gambit response to it.
Gambit raised his eyebrows a bit, but didn't seem surprise by the tone of voice. "Y'gotta let me in homme."
Scott looked at the others, "Why?"
They looked at the surveillance, at first Scott and the others thought it was his coat being casually hung over his shoulder, but then they looked closer.
Something was under it.
Gambit removed the coat, underneath was a pink haired little girl at least four or five years old, bony spikes were protruding from her body. Her clothes were torn, tattered, and stained
"If y'won't let me, den at least let de girl in." he knew he hit a soft spot. Piotr heard Scott swear softly. Evan had mentioned a few times that there was a girl who had powers similar to him.
Scott eyes burned, he wanted to turn his back on Gambit, to tell him to burn in hell. But the girl didn't deserve his hate. He buzzed them in.
Gambit watched as the iron gates opened, he re-adjusted Sarah on his hip. The little girl buried her face into Gambit shoulder, "Shh, petite. We here." He cooed.
Gambit could feel the tension as he walked inside the mansion; it was so thick that he could cut it with a butter knife.
He watched as Scott, Pitor, Jubilee, Kurt, and a silver haired guy glare at him harshly. "Explain yourself Gambit"
Before he could a small voice spoke up, "Remy? Where are we?" the little girl asked him. She looked around the place, she looked frightened and scared. Her hold around Gambit's neck tightened.
"Dis be de x-men petite, remember de people I talked about?" he reminded her. He eased her down to let her stand on her own, but she hid quickly behind him, clutching his leg like a security blanket.
Gambit sighed, "Petite un's still scared."
Scott raised an eyebrow; "She's scared of everyone but you?" disbelief lined his voice. Gambit just scowled at his ex-leader, "Oui." He didn't want to start anything in front of the little girl.
And neither did Scott, "Jubilee, show the girl upstairs. Maybe she would like to rest and some new clothes."
Jubilee held out her hand to the little girl, but she only clung tighter to the Cajuns leg. "Don't worry no one is going to hurt you" she told her.
Sarah looked at Jubilee's and then at Remy, silently asking if it was okay to got with the girl.
Gambit shoved her gently towards Jubilee, "Go ahead Sarah." Sarah slowly walked towards Jubilee and grabbed her hand. When she got to the first step of the huge stair case, she turned around. "You're coming with me, aren't you?" she asked him softly.
He smiled, "Oui, I'm comin' up. Just wait up"
"Promise?"
"Oui."
She returned his smile with one of her own and ran up with Jubilee upstairs.
Gambit sighed, and turned to face his old group of 'friends'.
'Now or never' he thought to himself. He looked around the mansion, it seemed bigger and emptier.
"Where is everyone?" he asked them.
"Winter break."
"Course, can we sit?" Gambit asked them, they all looked at Scott for the answer. He nodded his head briskly, and led the group into the dining room. He could feel their emotions, all of them held some type of hate and or sadness against him.
He watched as Scott's mouth was about to ask a question, but he cut him off.
"I can explain what happened."
JP crossed him arms, "You can? Homme, I think the situation is pretty self explanatory, dont vous pensez?"
"Non," he sighed again and directed his attention to Scott, "Do y'want t'know or not?"
"I think that we should be asking the questions Gambit." Piotr voiced growled with hate as he folded his hands on the table.
"What do y'want to know?" he asked them, he wanted nothing more to get out of the mansion alive.
"What happened?"
Gambit let out a shaky breathe, remembering the detail of what happened before the massacre.
"Sinister kept bugging me t'help him out. After what happened in N'Orleans I couldn't say no. He was willing to pay, and we need de money."
He ignored Piotr chuckle and continued with the story.
"I agreed, he told me dat it was a recruitment job. T'get more mutants to join his group, he knew dat I knew where the morlocks lived."
"You were villing to let Sinister get his hands on the Morlocks? Knowing that Evan and innocent mutants vere down there?!" Kurt shouted, he knocked his chair back as he stood up in anger against the man in front of him.
"Kurt." Warned Scott, Kurt reluctantly picked up his chair and sat down again.
"Yeah, I was. He told me dat at all we had t'do was talk t'dem. See if dey were willin' t'join." He shrugged his shoulders, "Sounded easy enough."
He paused, not able to tell what happened next. The gross images came back to haunt him.
"Gambit?"
The yelling, the screams of fear, and the blood.
It was everywhere.
"Gambit?"
He could still hear it, could still see it.
"GAMBIT!"
Gambit took in a big gulp of air, it stung his lungs, and ran his hands through his hair, "Dey-dey… We walked in t'de sewer; Sabertooth was de first one t'attack dem and den de rest of de marauders followed. I tried to stop dem, but dey was everywhere. I couldn't do anyt'ing t'stop dem."
"What about Sarah? Is she really a morlock, or just a ploy to get in here?" Scott asked him with out any sympathy for him.
"She's one of dem, Sabertooth killed her parents right in front of her, and he was just about t'kill her too. But I stepped in." He looked up at his jury, "She's de only one I could save, some made it out of dere, I don't know about de rest."
"The rest Gambit, died in those sewers! Angel and Spyke are downstair in the infirmary, and we don't know if they're going to make it or not!" Scott shouted at him, ready to shoot him on the spot.
JP steadily pushed him down to his seat, "Mon ami, take it easy."
Gambit bit his lip; the taste of blood –metallic and tangy- filled his mouth. "Warren? He was dere?" He saw Evan being attacked by Malice and try to help, but was shoved by Gorgeous George.
JP nodded his head gravely, "He was. He was talking to some associates when he heard noises from the sewers, when he went down there the marauders thought he was one of the morlocks and ripped off his wings."
Gambit winced horribly, Warren and him weren't exactly best friends but he did like the guy. "I-I didn't see him down dere." He said softly more to himself then out loud.
"Well he was. He was trying to help and now he is down stairs with no wings. Satisfied Gambit?" asked Piotr.
Gambit banged his fists on the table, "NON! Of course not! I didn't know what dey were plannin-"
"You agreed to help out Mister Sinister. What the hell did you expect? That there wasn't going to be any type of fight or blood shed?" Scott yelled at him again, getting up from seat to confront the traitor. "Even you're not that stupid to believe him."
"Look, de only reason I did it, de only reason why I decided t'say yes t'de maniac was t'help N'Orleans. No one was doing a damn t'ing, n'we needed de money. Sinister had it, and if I knew what he had in mind I would never have agreed!"
Scott sighed, and took his seat. He ran his hand over his face. "How are we supposed to believe you?" Scott asked him. Remy could have sworn he heard Scott choke up with tears.
"I would never do dat! I maybe a lot of t'ings, hell I am a lot of t'ings. But I aint no murderer! Y'can de Professor t'look in mon head, if y'want. I'm tellin de truth!"
Scott crossed his arms over his chest, "Xavier is at a meeting with the mayor of New York to discuss what happened."
"I swear, Sarah can vouch for moi." He explained, he wanted so desperately for his team mates to believe him. He needed them to believe him.
"Oh, so you are letting a little girl who witnessed her parents getting killed stick up for you?" Piotr asked him sarcastically.
Gambit swore underneath his breath. "I am tellin de truth."
"He is." The men turned to see Jean and Betsy stand in the door way to the dining room. Gambit took a look at the two ladies, Jean eyes held some sadness in them, her lips were tugged upward in a weak smile but it was still the same Jeanie he cam to adore while he lived at the mansion. Her hair was ultra short, and a he could see that she had on a ring on her left hand.
'She married the twit?'
"Yes I did." Jean answered his private question, and then turned to the others, "He's telling the truth, I can sense it. Sinister tricked him into going down there. He didn't know what would happen." She laid a hand on his shoulder,"Gambit did try to save them, but all he could save was Sarah." Gambit knew she must of went through his mind while his metal shield were down, reliving the moments of the mutant massacre.
"Hate to say it, but Jean's right. As much as I want to stab the wanker, he's innocent. This time." Betsy told them, her hands glowing purple. She wanted so bad to stab through his mind, for him to feel the pain Rogue and the others felt after he left them.
"Merci Brit." But Gambit's thanks were ignored by all except Jean; Betsy didn't dare to look at him, knowing that she would go off.
Gambit stood up, "Can I go upstairs, promised Sarah." Scott shook his head yes. As Gambit walked up the steps he could still hear Betsy shrieks echo from the room.
"How could you let that bloody traitor in?"
"Betsy he's telling the truth, you said so yourself. He didn't do anything." He heard the white haired man try to reason with her.
"I am not talking about the massacre; I'm talking about what he did to Rogue!"
Gambit sighed, wishing he could take back the pain. He didn't want to tell the others the other reason why he wanted to go upstairs. He needed to find Rogue; he needed to talk to her. He knocked softly on her bedroom door, "Ch-Rogue?" he knocked again. He knew calling her terms of endearment wouldn't be the best thing to do. When he didn't get any responses he decided to let himself in and stood ready just incase.
Her room was different, gone where the posters of rocks bands and movies. Replaced by a nice layer of sea foam green, the dark colored bed sheets where now replaced with crème colored one. He walked over to her bed and sat down. Her scent was all around him, and he missed it. He missed her.
"Je suis desole mon chere." He whispered.
"Hi!"
Gambit turned to see a little boy stand in the door way. The boy had to be at least three years old.
"What's your name?" the little boy asked him. But he ignored him, Gambit eyes went straight to the little boy's hair.
The air hit him like ten ton truck.
The boy's hair was dark brown, which was normal. But what was abnormal was that the boy had a streak of white in the middle of his hair.
'Non.'
Gambit got off the bed and swallowed his fears.
'It couldn't be'
He looked at the smiling boy.
'Could it?'
"De name's Gambit." He had tons of questions floating around his head. The boy didn't look like him much, except for the dark color hair and the shape of his face. Maybe he took more of Rogue's features?
'No,' Gambit thought 'Rogue doesn't have blue eyes.' It occurred him that if it wasn't for his mutation, he could have blue eyes.
"What's y'name?" he asked the little boy, he squatted down to so that they were eye level to each other.
"Nate!" the boy yelled in exuberance "I'm three!" Nate held up three little chubby fingers to Gambit's face.
'That answered my next question.'
Nate kept on talking. "That makes me a big boy! I have a little sister, she's brand new!"
Gambit felt his chest tighten, Rogue had another child? By another man?
"Are you a friend of Oli?"
Gambit arched his eyebrows, "Who's Oli?" he asked gently, masking the pain.
"Oli is my bestest friend, he has yo-"
"Nate!" Kitty jogged up behind the three year old; when she got to him she walked him to another room.
"Why don't you visit your little sister? Make sure she's okay." She opened the door to the nursery to let him in.
"Okay!"
Kitty let out a breath of fear, Nate almost let it slipped. She thanked the professor for not installing sound proof doors.
"Who's Oli?" Gambit asked her, standing up and leaning against the door frame of Rogue's room. Kitty didn't turn around; she needed collect herself and figure out how to talk to her old friend.
"Oli is just a student here, the two are like brothers." She knew she didn't have to worry about his empathy picking up on emotions, she was telling the truth.
"Oh, thought it was that silver haired homme."
Kitty shook her head, "No, that would be JP."
They stood awkwardly in the hall way for a few minutes. She studied him, the changes that he had underwent through the three years he was gone. He looked so old; his clothes were ragged and torn. He had grown his hair out and had a light beard .His voice sounded so deep and his accent had grown heavier, along with sadness in his voice.
"Kitty, who's Nate pere?"
"What?" the color on her face was beginning to drain.
"Who's his fat'er?" he repeated again.
"You-You think that's Rogue's kid?" she laughed half relieved and half nervously. "That's Scott and Jean's kid."
"Qui?"
She nodded smiling, and began to lead him down the hall to her room. "Jean found out she was pregnant when she was three months in. We were all surprised."
Gambit knew she was telling the truth 'That explains the wedding ring'. But something was still bothering him. "Petite, den what's wit' de hair?"
"We don't know, he was born like that. "
Gambit breathed out in relief, so Rogue didn't have a child.
"Dieu de remerciement"
She took a seat by her desk, "Gambit, listen I-"
"Where's Rogue?" he cut her off. Kitty's eyes widened in surprise, she could see the fear in his eyes when he thought that Nate was Rogue's son, and she could still see the fear in his eyes. 'He misses her'
"She's-she's not here."
"Den where is she?" his patients was wearing thin. He needed to see her otherwise….
"Gambit I-" She stopped talking when he cupped his hands around her face and made her look directly at him, into his eyes. "Petite, where is Rogue?" he bit off his words one at a time.
She was about to tell him, she was about to tell him everything that had happened to Rogue and the pain he caused her.
Kitty could feel herself falling into his hypnotic eyes, about to drown in seas of red and black. But she pulled herself out at the last minute, her promise and friendship to Rogue was a hell of a lot stronger then Gambit's charms.
Kitty pushed him back, breaking the spell he had over her. She decided to give the short answer. "She went with Logan, Laura, and Kendall to Japan for winter break."
"Kendall," he smiled sadly remembering Storm and Logan's little girl "How is she?" She was a year old when Remy left the mansion, and head over heel for the Cajun. When Kendall couldn't be with her parents she wanted to be with 'Emmy'. Kitty picked up a picture of the young girl and passed it to Gambit.
"She's starting to act like Mr. Logan now." She smiled; she crossed her legs together and took a breath of courage. "She misses you, we all do. Gambit, when are you coming back home?"
"After what happened petite I don't t'ink I got any right in calling dis place maison anymore."
He started to walk out from her room, but then peeled off a picture from Kitty's dresser mirror.
And she knew which photo he decided to peel off. 'CRUD!'
"Who dis be Chaton?" he held up the picture.
Kitty stood nervously by her desk, clutching the table out of fear of Gambit and anger at herself, knowing if she let go she would fall.
"Just a couple of kids, no biggie."
"Just a couple of kids y'decided t'tape on y'mirror?" Gambit knew Kitty would usually tape pictures of her family or team mates she considered family. So who were these kids?
Kitty nodded her head a little to fast for her liking
He knew she was lying, but chose to ignore it. "Gamins jolis." Gambit took a closer look at the kids in the picture. Twin brother and sister by the looks of it, hugging each other and wearing huge sunglasses and hats. They had to be two years old, at least. The girl twin had a huge smile plastered on her face, her green eyes sparkled with innocence, and her sunglasses were on the tip of her nose. Her brother though had his sunglasses firmly in place and holding them tightly as if someone would snatch it away from him; his hat was covering a good part of his head so the only part of his face Gambit or anyone else could see was below his eyes.
Gambit could feel his heart lunge out. He had seen his brother and cousins all get married and start families of their own down in New Orleans. It made him envious.
"Gambit?"
He studied the picture, wishing that he didn't leave Rogue, that she was here now, that he could have his own family to come home too. Who ever said that men didn't have biological clocks was dead wrong.
"Gambit, are you alright?"
Cause his was going off like a ticking time bomb.
He taped the picture back to the mirror, "Vraiment je suis pas mal."
Kitty looked up at him; she didn't understand a word he had said but he looked more collected. She took it as a good sign.
"I gotta go." He was half out when he felt Kitty pulling him back in.
"Gambit."
He looked down at the young girl, "Qui?" he sighed. He didn't have time for her.
"Gambit, I need to tell you something."
She was serious.
"What is it?"
She was contemplating whether or not to tell him. He could tell, he could see her fingernails digging into her forarm. "Kitty, Ce qui est cela?"
"I wasn't suppose to tell you but those-"
"Ahem." The two spun around to see Piotr stand in front the door way, his eyes were dark and his face contorted in anger.
"Sarah wants to see you." He told Gambit.
Gambit turned to Kitty, wanting to know what she wanted to say. But now her head was hung low, he knew she would never tell him now.
'Merde.'
"Merci Piotr" Piotr watched the Cajun walked past him and head down stairs, out of ear shot and out of sight.
"What the hell do you think you were about to do?" he asked her menacingly, but softly. Kitty didn't answer him; she chose to sit down on her bed.
"Rogue trusted you not to tell him, and you were about to disobey that trust?" Over the years he had become very over protective of Rogue.
"He saw the photo; he has a right to know Pete!" Kitty yelled him. Piotr peeled of the picture from the mirror, Rogue had told all of them to hide all the photos. What kind of stunt was Kitty trying to pull?
"No, he does not." He threw the picture at Kitty, "Hide it, now Katya."
He slammed the door, and left Kitty weeping into her pillow.
Gambit peeked through the kitchen to see Jubilee giving Nate and Sarah a bowl of ice cream. She looked so happy and relaxed.
'She don't need me no more' His hand was twisting the door knob; he was all ready to leave when…her little voice filled his mind.
Promise?
He sighed and shut the door, he already broke a few hearts around the mansion, and he didn't need to break another. Even though he and Sarah had only been together for a month he thought of her as his daughter. The only one he would probably ever have.
"YOU!"
Gambit turned around and then felt his back shove violently against the door. The door knobs grinding into his back
He opened his eyes to see a blond blue eyed man in front of him; holding him by his shirt.
"What the hell are yah doin' here?" the man asked him, his fist raised and ready to punch Gambit out.
"Sam?" It couldn't be, Sam was now his height and a lot more buff looking.
"Answer meh Cajun."
"Came here t'talk t' Rogue." He smirked, trying to irritate the southerner.
It worked.
"Wrong answer." He punched Gambit square in the mouth. 'Homme been workin' out.' The impact was strong and made Gambit hit the back of his head on the door rather hard.
He wiped the trickle of blood that was going down his mouth.
"Dat de best y'got?"
Sam punched him in the gut this time.
"Yah shouldn't have come back." He punched him in the gut again, Gambit could take the guy down in a heart beat, but he was tired of fighting. Tired of everything. He collapsed to the grown.
Sam wasn't finished with him yet; he was ready to kick him when he felt something stab him behind his leg. He looked to find a bony spike sticking out of his left leg.
"DAMN IT!" He went down as he felt the pain intensify.
"DON'T TOUCH REMY!" Sarah screamed at him, she had heard the fight and witnessed Gambit getting punched by Sam. She didn't want another person she loved get hurt again.
"Sarah," he choked out "its okay." He struggled to get up; his energy was so low he doubted that he could charge a scrap of paper.
The remaining X-men stood behind them, trying to help Sam stand up. "Listen petite un, I have t'leave." He kneeled down in front of her.
"Okay, can I borrow a coat before we leave? It's cold outside."
Gambit shook his head, "Non, I'm leavin' y'stayin' here."
Sarah eyes start tearing as soon as the words left his mouth. "No, I want to go with you!" She wrapped her arms carefully around his neck so to not stick him with her spikes. "Please, I'll be good, I won't cry. I promise, just let me go with you." He could feel her tears against his neck.
He was breaking her heart.
He moved her arms off of him and took her small hands and let them cup his face. "I need y' to be safe Sarah."
"But you're the one who protects me, remember?"
"Look b'hind you."
She craned her head to see most of the X-men who had stayed in for winter break behind her.
"See, dose people, dey'll protect you because dey love you." She started to sob. Gambit moved her hands away from his face, remembering what he did to make her cheer up the first time they were together.
"Hey," he whispered to her "Y'want t'see a magic trick?" He waved his hands in the air for a moment to show that there was nothing in his hands. Sarah let out a giggle. While the rest rolled their eyes, but they didn't matter, it was only them right now.
Gambit shook his sleeves, and went behind her ear to reveal a small card.
"Wow." She clapped her hands together.
"If y'ever have t'reach moi den send moi a letter." He handed her the small card that had only an address printed on it.
"Okay." She mumbled, the magic trick only distracted her from what was really happening for only a minute.
"Be a good girl for moi?"
"Promesse." She said in an impeccable French accent.
He kissed her forehead, "Dat's my girl."
Before he left he sent out a telepathic message to Jean and Betsy.
Protect her for me.
"You can count on it Remy." Jean and rest watched him walk past the mansion's gate, and out of their lives… again.
Chiisagatagun, Japan….
"Mama looks what Oli did!" Bekka showed her mother the cut on her arm her twin brother had caused her.
"It was an accident!" Oli screamed from the distance.
Rogue examined the scratch on he daughter's arm. At the age of three her daughter had a knack of acting like a drama queen at times.
No thanks to Jubilee and Kitty
"Hmm, maybah weh need tah see the doctor."
"Doctor?" she watched as her daughter's green eyes widened in fear.
"Yep, yah probablah need a shot."
"No, it's just a scratch. I'm all better now. Thanks mama." She ran back to play with Kendall and Oliver.
Rogue smiled at herself, she loved being a mother. At the end of the day after school, work, and DR Sessions all she needed to make herself feel better was to spend time with her children.
She continued to watch them, now the tykes were messing around with Laura.
"Poor kid, they're gonna wipe her out." Rogue almost jumped at the sound of Logan's voice.
He handed her a mug of herbal tea. "Thanks."
For awhile the two just sat and watched the kids play with Laura in the backyard of Logan's friends Yuri Oyama and Mariko Yashida. The Japanese countryside was beautiful; the backyard was covered with fallen cherry blossoms and decorated with beautiful botanic flowers.
Logan cleared his throat, he had rehearsed what he was going to say a millions times. But knew it was no use.
"You know one day Oliver and Bekka are gonna want to know who their father is."
She watched him from the corner of her eyes, "Blunt aint we?"
"Look, I can understand being mad at Gumbo, but not telling him he has kids. No one deserves that."
Rogue didn't answer him. She had this conversation before, with just about everyone in the mansion more than once.
"And what about Oliver?" he asked her, "Don't you think that the kid's gonna get suspicious about where he got his-"
"Ah know Logan!"
"No you don't, otherwise you wouldn't be here. You would be lookin' for the Cajun."
They kept the shouts low so that the kids wouldn't hear them.
"They got no daddah. They got onlah meh. That's all they evah need." She drew her knees to her chest hugging them and went back to watching her kids play.
"Rogue, he deserves to know." He didn't like sticking up for the Remy, but the guy needed to know he was a father.
"And mah kids deserved to get hurt? Ah don't think so Logan. All that man was able tah do was hurt people." Her eyes began to sting with tears; the pain that Remy had caused her was still fresh. After all these years.
Logan knew when to give up; he sighed and went to move closer to the girl he considered a little sister. She allowed him to put his arms around her as her tears soaked his shirt.
"Ah hate him Logan." She mumbled into his shoulder.
He watched as the kids continued to play and laugh, and hoped that one day Oliver and Bekka wouldn't have to go through the pain that Rogue was going through.
"I know kid, I know."
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Thanks everyone. Marvel Inc owns Oliver, Rebecca (X-men the end), and Kendall (What if).
X-men #204 cover: It's a Romy cover; you think it looks sweet until you remember and notice a few things. 1) Rogue is addicted to absorbing and has her bare hand by Gambit's face. 2) Gambit is a marauder and is holding a charged card right behind Rogue's head.
Yeah, that's a happy couple. :-p