Hello once again! I can't believe that I have never mentioned this before, but better late then never, right?
So I grew up watching the 90's animated series of the X-Men, and I love it. Well, there is a treasure of HILARIOUS videos on YouTube.
This guy does redubs (parodies) of clips from different X-Men episodes. They last about 1-2 minutes, and there are 69 of them! I promise you, you will laugh so hard! He does the voices of all the characters, and they each have their own little personas. He is so good, that his words actually line up with the character's mouths. There are plenty with Rogue and Gambit, but many with other characters as well. There is some adult language, but I figure everyone reading my fic should be an adult! Please check them out, and get back with me to let me know what you think. I quote some of his stuff almost daily.
His name on YouTube is letsburnholes (It's all one word). When you find his page, go to his playlist and click on "The X-Men Files". Or you can just look up "The X-Men files". Just make sure you watch them in order. You just have to watch them all. They just get better and better as you progress! I'm addicted; I just watch them over and over again!
Okay, now back to the fic. Lol. Thanks for the reviews, keep em' coming. I noticed that there have been some mixed reactions and feelings about Emma being impregnated by Scott. Some of you feel sorry for Emma, while some of you feel more compassion for Jean.
So tell me, are you finding yourself sided more with Emma? Or Jean?
Trust me, there is a purpose to this survey. Lol.
Well, on with the fic! (And make sure you watch those vids!)
Chapter 15
Your What?
She could feel herself beginning to lose consciousness, but she would be damned if she went down without a fight. She knew that he had no idea what was going on, but that wouldn't stop her from doing as much damage as she possibly could.
She was quickly running out of options. She decided to make as much noise as possible, knowing that someone would have to hear it and would come investigate.
While his arm was still wrapped tightly around her throat, she threw herself back as hard as she possibly could, making sure to slam his body against the wall. In the process, he knocked over the medical equipment, causing a lot of commotion. She only prayed that somebody would get there in time.
She repeated her movements, and threw herself back once more, only this time he seemed more prepared for her intentions. He had his feet planted firmly on the floor, and she barely moved him at all. The sides of her vision began to darken, and she could feel herself becoming limp.
She never would have thought her life would end like this. She had survived so many hardships and battles that were ten times more severe than this. Is this how normal people felt? The people without mutations? Just plain helpless?
She suddenly felt the grip loosen up on her neck. He didn't let go, but it provided her just enough room to get what she needed. Oxygen.
Suddenly, he threw her across the room, and went to fight with his new attacker.
Rogue quickly inhaled. The airflow felt sweet and savory, and she turned to look at her rescuer. She had a feeling that it would be Remy coming to her aid, but was stunned to find that it was Jean. She had climbed behind him and had her own arm now wrapped around his neck. She was yelling in his ear, "Calm down! We are not going to hurt you!"
Scott rushed in mere moments later, aiming at the other man with his visor. He seemed shocked when he couldn't use his power. To his credit though, he didn't even delay in his process of bringing the other man down. Jean was slammed up against a wall, and quickly fell to the ground.
Scott yelled in rage, and attempted to subdue the other man.
Jean was quickly back on her feet, and began rummaging through the medication cabinet that was located in that specific med bay room. She ran over to Christian, and shot him up with some fluid in his neck.
The man quickly stopped his fighting, and slouched back down on the hospital cot.
Rogue still lay on the floor, with her hand rubbing her throat. Jean quickly ran over to her and placed her hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay? We tried to get here as soon as we heard the noise of a struggle."
Rogue looked up appreciatively. "I'm fine. Just…thank you."
Emma chose that moment to make an appearance. She was still dressed in her bedclothes, which meant that she was wearing a silk teddy that left little to the imagination. "What the hell is going on down here—"
She stopped abruptly when she saw the blonde man slouched over on the cot. "CHRISTIAN!"
She ran over and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him close to her. She immediately noticed his lack of movement, and turned to glare at Jean. "What the hell have you done to him?!"
Jean was about to answer, but Rogue cut her off. "She had to drug him... He attacked me, and I would have been dead if it wasn't for Jean and Scott showing up when they did."
Jean continued, "It's just a mild sedative. Its effects won't last that long."
Emma couldn't wait that long. She had been waiting all this time to speak with him, to find out what had happened. She attempted to enter his mind to speak with him telepathically, but found that she couldn't. "Why aren't my powers working?"
Rogue slowly stood up, supported by Jean. She knew that Emma was overwhelmed with the realization that her brother was now awake, but she could at l east asked if she was okay. After all, it was her brother that had caused the damage in the first place. "I was about to ask you the same thing. It seems that none of us can use our mutations. I thought you said he wasn't a mutant?"
Emma looked at her, confused. "He's not."
"Well I think otherwise. It seems like he can inhibit mutations."
A look of sadness passed over Emma's face. She slowly released her embrace from Christian. "Then this isn't my brother."
Rogue brought her hand back up to her neck. "Like hell he isn't! The only reason he attacked in the first place is because he was looking for you!"
Emma couldn't contain her emotions. She quickly leaned over to Christian, and laid him back down on the cot. She spoke to him, although she knew that he probably had no idea what was going on at the moment. "I knew it was you—" She took a moment to brush back a wisp of blonde hair from his forehead. "I always knew it was really you."
She leaned over him and began to cry upon his chest. Rogue decided that this moment should only be theirs, and she walked out of the doors, quickly followed by Jean and Scott.
Scott was fussing over his fiancé. "Are you okay? He didn't hurt you did he?"
He tenderly brought her chin up to examine her face.
Jean gave a slight smile "I'm fine. Besides, I've been hurt worse than this."
Scott guiltily looked away. Jean turned his face back towards her own with her hand. "But I'll get better over time." Scott leaned in and placed a loving kiss on her mouth.
Rogue knew that she should turn away from their private moment, but she found that she couldn't. She realized that she had done everything to comfort Emma, but never even thought about talking to Jean about it. She knew it wasn't her place to address it before because Emma had asked her not to bring it up, but now everything was out in the open. She should have at least made sure that Jean was okay.
She also felt slightly abandoned. She knew she should never depend on a man to protect her. She was stronger than almost all of them combined, but at that moment she was weak and feeble. Remy should have been there. Where the hell was he?
Jean interrupted her thoughts. "Rogue, are you sure you're okay? Your neck is starting to bruise."
Rogue self-consciously brought her hand back up to her throat. "Oh, I forgot. I guess since he is sedated I can heal myself." She pulled up Logan's mutation, and the bruising vanished within seconds.
Jean was still observing her with a skeptical look on her face.
Rogue smirked at her. "I'm fine."
Jean turned towards her fiancé. "Go to bed. I'll be up in a little bit." Scott looked between them both, and nodded his head before leaving.
Jean turned to head towards the kitchen. "I think some nice cold ice cream won't do any harm on your throat."
Rogue knew that Jean probably just wanted to talk, but she would play along. "It depends what flavor."
Jean smiled. "I know we have chocolate."
"How come you always bribe me with chocolate food, and it always works?"
Jean laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "What woman doesn't love chocolate?"
"Good point."
Moments later, Rogue found herself at the kitchen table with Jean, indulging in a bowl of ice cream. Jean had made herself some as well.
Jean spoke first. "I knew you were up. I could sense your intentions and I knew you were headed down to the kitchen."
Rogue gave a half smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
Jean shrugged. "I wasn't asleep. I haven't been able to sleep well lately."
Rogue shifted in her seat. "I don't blame you. Are you okay?"
Jean laughed almost sarcastically. "As okay as I can be, I suppose. What exactly is a woman in my shoes supposed to do in a predicament like this?"
Rogue felt the need to comfort her. "He does love you. Anyone can see that. I saw it with my own eyes downstairs."
"I know he does. But than again, how can he tell me he loves me and then go sleep with another woman?"
Rogue didn't know how to respond to that. She had wondered the same thing herself.
Jean continued. "I'm sorry to talk to you about this. I know how close you are with Emma."
Rogue quickly looked up at her. "Emma and I are friends, but I consider you to be one as well. I was so pissed at her when I found out that she and Scott did that to you. But than again, I can understand why she was upset too. I donno, the situation is all wrong."
Jean began to stir her now melted ice cream. "I was mad, but deep down I knew. It's my own fault."
Rogue didn't understand. "No its not. Why would you even think that?"
Jean looked around, a tint of pink rising to her cheeks. She then lowered her voice to speak, even though there was nobody awake at this hour. "Because I have been so caught up with doctoring and my studies, I haven't really given him the time that he deserves. What did I expect?"
"You gave him plenty of time! I always see you two together—"
Jean quickly interrupted her. "No, I mean romantically."
Rogue suddenly realized what she was referring to. "That still doesn't give him the right to sleep with someone else."
"I know, but I should have done more on my part. He is my fiancé, I should have been more attentive."
"Jean—"
"I know there is a part of him that loves her. I can sense it."
Rogue couldn't imagine being with a man while he had feelings for somebody else.
"He still looks at her with longing."
She couldn't help but feel sorry for the red head sitting across from her. She had always been Miss Perfect, and Rogue knew that this whole messed up situation was eating her alive. "I know it's not my place to tell you this, but I don't think I have much of a choice. Scott told Emma that things were over between them, and that he loves you and he always has."
Jean smiled up at her. She sniffed, attempting to hold back her tears. "Thank you for telling me that."
"Well, it's the truth."
Rogue looked at the clock, and groaned when she saw that it now read 3:55 AM. She got up from her seat and took her dish over to the sink. "I guess I should go see how Emma and Christian are doing."
Jean stood up as well. "He should be feeling fine now, I can come down with you and—"
Rogue didn't let her finish. "No. You need some rest. I can handle it."
Jean smiled at her. "Thank you."
Rogue rinsed out her dish, and could feel Jean hesitating in the doorway.
"Umm, Rogue, I know that you and Gambit have gotten close. I also noticed that he isn't here. Is everything okay?"
Rogue shrugged. She really had no idea what was going on. "I guess so. Don't you worry about me, you get to bed now."
"Well if you need to talk, you know where to find me." She turned and exited out of the kitchen.
Rogue appreciated the gesture, but the last thing she wanted to do was talk and cry about Remy. She was stronger than that, wasn't she?
She quickly shook herself and headed down towards the med bay.
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As she entered through the automatic doors, she found that Christian was more alert, and he and Emma were deep in conversation. When Christian saw her come in, he addressed her immediately.
"I am so sorry, I thought you were one of them."
She sat down in one of the chairs in the room. "One of who?"
The man looked at Emma before he continued. "One of the men working for Shaw or Sinister. Most of them are mutant haters, and will do anything for a cheap thrill to hurt one."
Emma took a deep breath in and closed her eyes. Rogue could tell that she was trying not to cry. She turned back towards Rogue. "He doesn't remember too much detail, just that they abducted him, experimented on him, tortured him—" she had to take another deep breath before she could continue. "That bastard Shaw released him to Sinister as soon as he could. I had no idea…if I knew he would have been dead a long time ago."
Christian feebly took Emma's hand. Rogue almost huffed at his weakness. She knew that he was probably getting re-accustomed to using his limbs, but he sure as hell didn't seem to have a problem when he was trying to kill her earlier. It seemed that she was getting rather used to being attacked by residents of the mansion.
A sudden thought occurred to her. "Christian, are you a mutant?"
He smiled weakly at her. "I guess I am now. That's what they were working on before they put me under. They were working on activating recessive mutant genes. They knew I would have to have it because my sister is a mutant. When they found out what my mutation was, they had a field day. It appeared that I was a big piece to their missing puzzle. I think that they knew what it was all along."
"Why would they do that?"
Christian's look turned very serious quickly. "I don't know exactly why, but I know this much. They plan on bringing it forth in all mutants or carriers. They said something about making them register, but I don't know the reason behind it. Shaw is a mutant, and so is Sinister. I don't know why they would want that."
Emma tried to comfort him. "I promise that we are going to find out. Rogue here, as well as another teammate, have gotten in at Trask enterprises. They are going undercover in about four months time."
Rogue had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. Emma was just screaming about the idea earlier, and now she was supporting it. Hormones.
Christian tilted his head, looking at them both suspiciously. "Why were you keeping a captive?"
Both women looked at each other. Emma spoke first. "What do you mean?"
"The woman that was in that cell…"
Emma brought her hands up to her mouth. "Oh Christian, please tell me you didn't…"
Rogue immediately lifted herself from her chair and took off in the direction towards Kara's containment cell. Her fears were confirmed when she saw that the glass door was now open, and was completely empty. She quickly marched back into the room.
"She's gone."
Emma turned towards her brother. "That was a mentally unstable person that you released. We were keeping her here for her own protection."
Rogue completed the story. "Yeah, that and the little fact that she tried to kill me."
Christian's eyes quickly darted over in her direction. "I never would have let her out if I knew. She told me that you were mutant hunters, and that you planned on killing us both."
Rogue rubbed her fingers along her temples. She was developing a headache. "How did you even know how to open the containment unit?"
"She told me how to."
Rogue sighed. "Of course she did."
Emma quickly stood. "We can go search for her."
Rogue shook her head. "You know as soon as she could use her powers she took off to who knows where."
"Well, than tomorrow we can look using cerebro."
"We can do that, but she wont show up if she isn't using her powers."
"That woman is dim. She'll use them."
Christian looked extremely guilty. Emma reassured him. "You didn't know. I'm just glad that you're okay…and that your you."
The blonde man raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"
Emma took his hand within hers. "I thought you were a clone. Shaw led me to believe that—" Emma had to swallow before she could continue. "—He led me to believe that you were dead."
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that. They told me that they had you, and that if I didn't cooperate they would kill you."
Rogue noticed a flicker in Emma's eyes. "Than they played us both."
Rogue placed her hand on Christian's leg. "Well I'm glad you're okay, but if you both will excuse me, I need to get some rest."
She turned towards Emma. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
Emma nodded her head, and returned her attention back towards her brother.
Rogue headed up the stairs, and entered her room. She immediately fell on her bed and wrapped her covers around herself. She had been through a lot tonight. She almost was killed, and to top things off, Kara was now running free.
She quickly pulled up Jean's psychic abilities, and put forth the tendrils of her power to scout the mansion and the surrounding land. She felt a little more comforted when she found that there were no mind patterns that were out of the ordinary. Besides, it wasn't like Kara could do much damage, even if she wanted to.
She rested her head on her pillow, and her thoughts automatically drifted to a certain ruby-eyed man. He still wasn't home, and she was growing concerned.
She heard the familiar hum of a motorcycle engine entering the gates. She bolted up and ran towards her window. She couldn't see the figure, but she knew that they entered the garage. She quickly opened her balcony doors and flew down in that direction.
When she entered the garage, she was once again disappointed. "Oh, hey Logan."
The gruff man raised an eyebrow in her direction. "Expecting somebody else?"
She decided to ignore his question completely. "Where were you at?"
"Out. Last time I checked it's the weekend. Even I need to get away from the school every now and again."
"Yeah. Well I'm going back to bed."
"You worried about the Cajun?"
She quickly turned towards him. "He can do whatever he wants. Its not like I have a say or anything."
"Whatever you say Stripes. But I know you didn't rush down here to make sure I got in okay. I know he left yesterday. He didn't tell you where he was goin', did he?"
She sighed. Why did the man always have to be so intuitive? "No. He didn't."
"Well, you know he'll be back. He has always been the loner type."
Why did everyone have to keep on telling her that? "I know. I'm going back to bed. Oh, and just so you know, Christian is awake."
"That so?"
"Yeah. He didn't know where he was. He tried to kill me."
Logan reached for a cigar in his front pocket. "Yeah? How'd that go?"
"He almost finished the job. Apparently he is a mutant now. I'm sure we will have a meeting about it soon. Oh, and Kara escaped."
"I leave one night and everything goes to shit. You think he is going to want to join the team?"
Rogue couldn't help but smile. She liked how he didn't turn things into a big deal. But she knew that if she would have gotten one scratch, Logan would of tore Christian to pieces, regardless if he was Emma's brother or not. "I donno. It hasn't come up yet."
He brought the cigar up to his mouth. "We will bring it up in the meeting. I'll make sure it's in the afternoon. Go get some sleep. You look tired."
"Thanks. I feel it."
She quickly flew back up to her room.
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She slowly opened her eyes. She glanced at the clock, and sighed when it read that it was almost eleven. She slowly sat up, and rested for a minute on her bedside. Weekends were supposed to be nice. No school, no danger room sessions, just some nice free time to relax. But not for her, oh no. Her life had become jammed packed with drama lately.
She left the comfort of her bed, and made her way to the shower. She glanced in the bathroom, and decided that she was going to take a bath. She needed some time to relax. She turned on the taps, and watched as steam started to rise from the heat. She poured in some bath salts, and quickly submerged herself within the hot water.
She had only been in for ten minutes, when she felt the tickle of someone attempting to speak telepathically. Emma's voice rung loud and clear.
Team meeting in fifteen minutes.
She sighed, and quickly washed her body and her hair. She dressed herself, and headed downstairs, her hair still damp.
When she entered, she found that everyone was already there. She placed herself in the seat next to Wolverine.
Emma began to introduce Christian, and explain all the little details that everyone should know about him and the Sinister operation, but she couldn't concentrate.
She noticed that Remy wasn't present, and it was driving her insane. Why couldn't he have just told her where he was going so she wouldn't have to worry? Or maybe he had tried to tell her, but he couldn't find her. After all, she had been outside with Emma.
She mentally shook herself. She needed to stop making excuses for him. He could have left a note, told someone to tell her, anything.
She looked up and noticed that Kitty was looking at her strangely. The girl always knew when something was wrong.
Once again, she felt bad because she hadn't really talked to her since before the mission. She was supposed to be her maid of honor for crying out loud!
As the meeting ended, Kitty confronted her first. "Are you okay? You seemed like you were off in space somewhere."
"I was just thinking."
"About what?"
She wasn't about to bother her with her own problems. Besides, she couldn't do anything about it. "I was thinking about your wedding. When are we going to go wedding dress shopping?"
The smaller brunette almost squealed in delight. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about! My dress is being custom made, and I want you and Jean to go to Chicago with me in two weeks to make sure it looks okay. Sorry about the distance, but my mom would kill me if she wasn't there. I also picked out my bridesmaid dresses, and I want you guys to try them on and get fitted."
"Sounds fun. Have you set a date yet?"
Kitty blushed. Well I told you that we wanted to do it soon, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well we set the date for June fifteenth."
Rogue almost gasped at the date. "So soon? It will be May in a week!"
Kitty could only smile. "We don't want to wait. I already have everything planned. It is going to be around here. My whole family is flying up and they can't wait!"
She couldn't be anything but happy for her. "I can't either."
"Well I'll give you the details in a bit, me and Piotr are going to an art exhibit and to maybe look at houses."
Rogue did her best to hide her disappointment. "Are you planning on moving out?"
Kitty didn't seem to notice, and began to blush at the idea. "Well maybe not anytime soon. But, ya know, we might want to eventually start a family. We cant be X-Men forever. We are all going to age ya know."
Rogue knew that Kitty had only meant it as a joke, but the thought had never occurred to her. She had never given any serious thought to being anything else. She knew she would age slower because of her mutation, and planned on staying on the team for as long as possible. She knew that Wolverine knew how she felt. Remy also was blessed to age slowly because of his constant regeneration of energy. He also healed ten times faster than the average person. If she wasn't an X-Men, what was she?
Rogue watched Kitty turn and bounce across the room and make her way over to Piotr. He looked at her lovingly, and Rogue tried to push aside the twinge of jealousy that crept up her chest. Why couldn't she have something like that? She thought that she would with Remy, but maybe she was wrong.
Her thoughts were interrupted by one of the last people that she wanted to speak with.
"How are you Rogue?"
"I'm Fine Warren. You?"
"Okay I guess."
Rogue glanced around the room and noticed that everyone was clearing out rather quickly. She didn't want to be stuck with just the two of them in there. Alone.
She turned to walk out, but he gently grabbed her arm. "Can I talk to you?"
She sighed. So much for that plan. "I guess."
"I miss you."
She almost cringed at the words. The last time they spoke he kissed her without her consent, and Remy just happened to see the whole display.
The situation was awkward, and she didn't know what to do. "We are friends Warren. You're lucky we are even that."
He huffed at her response. "I have already apologized to you. What more do you want from me?"
She scrunched her eyebrows at him. "Nothing! You wanted to talk to me! I don't have time for this." She turned to head out towards the door.
"You at least could have told me!"
She decided to entertain his statement. "What are you talking about?"
He walked closer to her in a frustrated manner. "You could have told me that you wished I was him."
She had an uneasy feeling that she knew where this was going. "Who?"
"That scum bag LeBeau. You pine after him like some kind of obsessed groupie."
She immediately became defensive. How could she not? "What's between me and Remy is none of your damn business!"
Warren crossed his arms over his chest. "So something was going on between you two when you were with me?"
She didn't owe him any explanations. He laid his bed. Literally.
"I knew it! I thought that you were smarter than that! He is a womanizing jack ass!"
"You don't know the first thing about him."
"I know that he has brought women back to the mansion even when he was in a relationship with Kara!"
She was getting tired of the conversation. "There were other circumstances in their relationship that you weren't aware of."
"I know that you deserve someone much better."
"Oh, you mean someone like you? You calling Gambit a womanizing jack ass is like the pot calling the kettle black."
Warren softened his words. "I know I messed up. I know that. I already told you how sorry I was. But I had a feeling something was going on between you two, and I didn't…I didn't…"
"You didn't what?"
"I didn't want to be the one who got hurt!"
Rogue looked at him disbelief. "So you thought it was a race? You wanted to hurt me before I hurt you?!"
"I just knew something was going on."
"You're unbelievable." She turned to walk out of the room.
He quickly followed her. "You're wasting your time with him. He doesn't care about you Rogue!"
She continued to walk, trying her best to ignore his stinging words.
"Come on Rogue, don't become one of his cheap, loose thrills—"
She had enough. She abruptly turned around and smacked him on the face. The force caused his head to swing to the side.
"He loves me. I love him. That's it. You don't have the right to talk to me about relationships. As a matter of fact, don't talk to me at all if it doesn't pertain to a mission."
And with that she quickly left the blond man, who was still rubbing his cheek.
She was starting to feel uneasy. It seemed that Remy left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. She would prove them all wrong.
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She found Emma setting up Christian in a room of his own. It seemed that he did plan on staying at the mansion for the time being.
She knocked, and allowed herself in since the door was open. "Emma, can I talk to you for a minute?"
Emma turned around and could see her stressed expression. "Sure. Christian I'll be right back."
He turned to face them both and nodded his head. "Take your time. I can't wait to decorate this room!"
Emma rolled her eyes and smiled at his statement and met Rogue in the hallway. "What's wrong?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Sure. What?"
"I need you to locate Remy for me."
A slow smile began to creep on Emma's face. "A little stalkerish, aren't we?"
"Can you cut it out? I'm worried, that's all."
Emma's smile was still playing on her face. "Why don't you use your own psychic abilities in cerebro?"
"Because I know how dangerous that would be. Are you going to help me or not?"
"Does he have his communicator on him?"
Rogue was becoming impatient. "I guess, but it isn't on. I already tried that and his cell phone."
"We don't have to use cerebro. Why don't you go get one of the communicator tracking devices?"
Rogue suddenly felt dumb. Why hadn't she thought of that? "Oh, okay."
She turned to walk downstairs, and found that Emma was following her. "I got it. You can go back and help Christian if you want."
The blonde woman shrugged her shoulders. "I'm intrigued. He probably is just passed out in a bar close by. Once we find out where he is we can go drag his ass back home."
Rogue couldn't deny the uneasy feeling she had in her stomach. She hoped that was all that had happened. They headed towards the equipment room, which was located right by the jet hangar. Rogue entered first, and headed towards the tiny device. It was cleverly designed as watch, but when activated it would produce a graphic geographical pinpoint of anyone who possessed a communicator, whether it was on or not. It had saved the lives of team members in the past, and that is why Scott made it mandatory that everyone always had to have it on them. He had forgotten to mention to keep it on, and Remy figured out that little loophole. Wherever he was he didn't want to be interrupted, and that bothered her.
Lucky for her, he probably didn't even know about the little device she was now placing on her wrist.
She pressed the dainty button on the side, and a map appeared. Little red lights began to pulse as she zoomed in on the area around the mansion, and noticed when she closed in, names would appear on who was wearing the communication device. She found it amusing that she could see her own little light flashing right next to Emma. It appeared to work.
She searched and had no luck. She zoomed out further and further until the projection reflected the whole map of the United States. She suddenly realized a random little flash located at the lower portion of the map. Her heart dropped as she zoomed in. Sure enough, there he was.
He was in New Orleans.
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"I need to borrow your bike."
Logan looked up from the car he was tinkering with. "What for?"
"To drive."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Well if that's the case, why don't you just fly? I'm sure that would be quicker."
"People might freak out if they see someone flying around. I just need it. I'll be back in a few days."
"A few days? You takin' a trip and skippin' out on teaching?"
"You could say that." He was driving her nuts. He knew damn well where she was going.
He dug into his back pocket, and tossed his keys in her direction. "Not one scratch."
"Thanks Logan." She turned around and quickly mounted the bike.
"Hey Stripes?"
"Yeah?"
"When you find him, beat him senseless for me."
She smiled to herself as she started the engine.
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When she arrived it New Orleans, it was early in the A.M the next morning. Doubts began to creep and wrap around her conscience. What the hell was she doing? He hadn't told her where he was even going, and here she was. Emma was right; she probably was going to give off major stalker vibes. Not that she cared. She wanted to make sure that he was okay.
She checked into a local hotel. She needed to rest because she drove straight through with the exception of a few pit stops.
She checked into her room, and fell onto the bed. It was springy, but it would do. The room itself wasn't that bad. She had seen worse. Sleep overtook her in mere minutes.
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When she awoke, the sun was already setting, preparing for the active nightlife. She silently cursed to herself as she made her way to the shower.
She washed quickly, and stepped out and towel dried herself. She put on a pair of tight jeans and a simple black tank top. She turned to look at herself in the mirror, and turned from side to side. She looked pretty good. She quickly put on some mascara and some lip-gloss.
She had a feeling that she would find him in one of the bars, and she didn't want to look too out of place. The last thing she wanted to look like was a tourist.
She put the tracking device on her wrist, and headed out the door. As she made her way outside she quickly mounted her bike. It was a hot humid night, and she wanted to hurry up and get to her destination.
She turned on the device, and saw the familiar flashing light at a location not too far away from where she was.
A noise interrupted her concentration, and she turned to see a group of drunken women walking along the sidewalk. They appeared to be part of a bachelorette party, and apparently had started their party plans early.
One of the women approached her in a drunken haze. "I loooooooooove your hair."
The woman grabbed a curl and began to examine it. "The color is so cuuuuute!"
She leaned over a little to far, and spilled whatever contents that were in her cup.
Rogue jumped back to avoid the mess, but regretted her actions immediately. The liquid missed her clothes, but spilled right onto her "watch".
The object began to spark, and she quickly removed it. She tapped it a few times, and came to the conclusion that it was broken.
The drunk girl seemed oblivious. "Well bye!" She let out a wild howl as she made her way back to her friends.
She couldn't believe it. She only hoped that he would still be at the same place when she arrived.
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When she pulled up to her destination, she wasn't surprised to find out that it was a bar. She dismounted her bike and walked inside. She quickly took in the smoky surroundings. There was already a crowd, many of the patrons already drunk. She glanced around and was disappointed when she couldn't find her target. She huffed to herself. This had to be a sign. Maybe she should just go home.
She turned to walk out of the doors, but was stopped when a man stepped in front of her.
He was cute, but he barely looked old enough to be in the bar. "And just what is a pretty femme such as yourself doing in here all alone?"
She rolled her eyes at his pick up line. "I'm looking for someone."
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Well Emil knows everybody. You just ask."
"Where is he?"
"You're speaking to him."
Of course she was. What was up with people in this area speaking in third person? She decided to use Gambit's code name, knowing that he probably didn't throw around his real name in an area that he used to do "business" in.
"I'm looking for a man called Gambit."
The younger man almost spit out his drink. "You looking for Remy?"
"Yes."
The guy had a mischievous grin on his face. "For business, or for pleasure?"
She decided to lie. "He told me to meet him here."
He threw his head back and laughed in a drunken fashion. "I don't know how he does it!"
She didn't understand the meaning of his comment, and she wasn't going to ask. The quicker she got moving the better. "Do you know where he went?"
The mischievous grin returned to his face. He was up to no good. "How about you give me a kiss, and I'll tell you."
She was becoming impatient. She decided to put on a little show. She stepped closer to him, making sure to give her most sultry, sexy look. "How about you tell me, and than I wont have to drain you dry."
His eyes lit up. "I don't know, you draining me dry seems like a good idea."
He just wasn't getting the hint. She pulled forth her psychic abilities, and spoke to him in his own mind. You won't like the draining that I'm talking about.
His eyes widened, and he quickly backed away. "I'm s-s-sorry. Are you one of his X-Men friends?"
She smiled deviously at him. "You could say that."
He quickly grabbed a pencil and paper from who knows where. He scribbled something down and handed it back to her. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he had business. Just tell him that Emil gave you his address."
She looked down at the piece of paper. So this was his address. Her stomach began to do a series of flips as she left the bar.
She got on her bike and followed the directions that where scribbled down on the paper. They led her out of town to a large estate hidden along a back road. As she approached her destination, she became nervous and excited when she saw that his bike was parked out-front. So this was his house. Or one of them anyway. It was beautiful.
She got off her motorcycle and ran her fingers through her air. She took a deep breath in as she knocked on the front door.
She hadn't been waiting long when an older gentleman answered the door. It appeared that he worked there. "I'm sorry, but the family is out."
Maybe this wasn't his house…had she just came to his families home? She began to back down the stairs behind her. "I'm sorry, I just saw Remy's bike here and I thought that—"
The older man cut her off. "The young master is in the guesthouse around back." He shut the door, and she still stood there dumbfounded.
Young Master? Where the hell was she? And it appeared that Remy had had some random women knock on his door before. She was becoming agitated.
She flew up over the house, and saw that the backyard grounds were lovely. There was a large pool in the back, and she could imagine a younger Remy splashing around and having fun in it in the summer time. She located the guesthouse, which wasn't too far away. She flew down on the sidewalk and walked up to the front door, once again becoming nervous. She knocked twice, and heard shuffling on the other side of the door.
She couldn't help it, she was happy to see him.
When the door opened, her smile quickly disappeared.
Before her stood a woman. She had shoulder length blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and a nice red round mouth. Her figure was the same shape of an hourglass, and she was wearing a very short red dress. The woman gave her a smug look as she leaned against the doorframe. "Sorry Chère, but we are a little busy at the moment."
Rogue felt her heart sink down to the pit of her stomach.
The other woman attempted to shut the door in her face, but she stopped it with her hand. "I need to talk to Remy. Now."
The women laughed at her. "Remy has kissed many women Chère,but has only loved me. I suggest you go back to the hole you crawled out of. Go down town and buy yourself some clothes, you need them. Tell them Bella Donna sent you."
Rogue could feel her fist balling at her sides. She didn't know whom she was going to hurt first. Him? Or the tramp in front of her?
"If it looks like a whore, acts like a whore, dresses like a whore…it must be a whore. And why do you care?"
The blonde woman smirked in her direction. "Because, I'm his wife."
To be continued…
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