When Remy woke up the morning after Marie made her escape and realized she had never come back to their room, he began rushing around the mansion in an effort to locate her. After speaking to various students and staff members, who claimed they hadn't seen her since dinner the previous night, he rushed to the professor's office, "Professor Xavier...have you seen Marie?"

The professor barely glanced up from the stack of papers on his desk, "Not this morning."

"She never came back to our room last night and no one's seen her since dinner..."

The professor sighed, "I'm sure she is fine."

"How can you be sure? It's like she vanished over night! Can't you use that big metal room to find out where she is?"

Professor Xavier dropped the pen he'd been using to grade his papers, "I can tell you that she is safe, but that is all. It would be unethical for me to tell you anymore."

"Unethical? She's my girlfriend!"

"Be that as it may, Gambit, she is a grown woman who should be allowed to freely leave and tell her whereabouts to whomever she likes."

Remy grumbled something and stomped out of the office.

Hours later, he entered the kitchen to find Jean comforting an angry looking Scott. Storm politely nodded toward Remy as she sat across from the two, sipping tea and looking on sympathetically.
Of course, the telepath avoided Remy's gaze as she spoke to her fiance, "Honey, I'm sure it'll be fine. You know he'll return it."

"That's not the point! The point is, he took it without my permission."

Scott jumped up and rushed out of the kitchen with Jean following close behind. When they were gone, Remy nodded his head toward the recently vacated seats and spoke to Storm, "What's up with him?"

Storm sighed as she stood and put her empty tea mug in the sink, "Apparently, Logan took Scott's bike last night and it hasn't been seen since. Scott is a little weird about his motorcycle and Logan isn't exactly his favorite person...so he's a bit tense."

Storm left Remy standing there, looking shocked.

Obviously, the time line matched up perfectly...wherever Marie was, Logan was.

He knew what they were doing...he just wondered what they were saying. If they were just sleeping together, he still believed he could undo some of the damage their sleeping together might have done...but if they had finally connected two and two together...he was screwed, as was any chance of keeping his relationship with Marie alive.

At this point...only time would tell.

Unfortunately, their time at the cabin was cut short, but a brief call to "hippie lady" ensured that it would be available for her use whenever they requested.

Logan had a feeling that they would be back soon and often.

The ride back was quiet and seemingly much shorter than the ride there. Each of them took turns driving and only stopped when the needle was dancing on E to fill up on gas.

When they crossed the New York state line, she noticed Logan cracking his metal plated knuckles in preparation for an altercation.

In response, Marie pulled the truck over to the side of the road and turned in her seat to look him square in the eye, "I know you're seethin' baby...but you gotta promise me we're gonna talk to him first before we go jumpin' to conclusions."

He slowly nodded, "Fine. I'll talk to him first."

"Promise?"

He nodded, "Promise."

Unfortunately for Remy, the long drive had done nothing to calm Logan's anger with the situation. He now whole heartedly believed that he and Marie shared a life together and that Remy was aware of that fact.

For the remainder of the drive, Marie continued to reiterate her point of making sure they talk to Remy first and Logan, in turn, continued to agree and reassure her.

They pulled up the driveway of the school and slowly got out.

Logan took Marie's hand and practically pulled her into the school. Remy, who must've seen them pull up through the window, rushed down the stairs, "Where the hell have you two been?"

When Remy reached the bottom of the stairs, Logan let go of Marie's hand and smirked, "We were in Canada...how's it goin', gumbo?"

Before Remy could reply or react, Logan suddenly punched Remy square in the face, successfully knocking the cajun to the ground to lay in an unconscious heap. Marie screamed when Logan's fist made contact with Remy's face and covered her mouth with both hands as she watched her now-ex boyfriend hit the ground.

She recovered from her shock in time to hit Logan in the shoulder, "You promised you would talk to him first!"

"I did. I said eight whole fuckin' words to the bastard. You never specified how much or what we would talk about..."

Marie started to retort, but Scott, Jean and the professor entered the foyer to take in the scene, "What in heaven's name happened here?"

"Remy ran into my fist."

Scott's jaw clenched as he and Jean leaned down to assist the unconscious cajun.

The professor narrowed his eyes at Logan, "Both of you...my office."

Five minutes later, they sat opposite a perturbed looking Xavier, who, for the first time since meeting him, seemed at a loss for what to say.

Finally, the angered telepath clasped his hands together and looked down, "I would ask what that disgusting behavior was about, but you both projected so loudly as soon as you entered the mansion, I believe I've been filled in quite enough."

Logan leaned back in his seat, "So you know why I had to lay the asshole out."

"As it stands, under other circumstances and in another place, I would have understood that barbaric behavior, but this is a school! There are children here who have no other parental guidance other than what we as teachers and guardians offer! This is not the kind of example I want my students exposed to."

Marie sighed, "No offense, professor, but I think it's been pretty clear from day one that Logan was a bit...unconventional in his approach to-well, everything..."

Before the professor could respond, Scott entered, "Remy is with Jean in the med lab. She says he's got a concussion...but I guess that's to be expected when an animal with a metal skeleton sucker punches you."

"Bite your tongue or you'll be next, Scooter" Logan growled.

Marie reached over and put a hand on his tense bicep as the professor rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Scott, please give us a moment."

Of course, the team leader followed the request without hesitation. When he was gone, the professor looked back up at Logan and Marie, "I'm sorry that Remy put you both through so much, but physical violence is not an acceptable means of problem solving within these walls..."

"You've made that point, Chuck. Fine. It won't happen again. We done?"

When Remy fully recovered, he made plans to leave the mansion. Luckily, Logan was on a beer run when he chose to say his goodbyes to Marie.

He knocked on Logan's...now "their" room door and waited anxiously until she opened it. When she did, she greeted him with cold eyes and crossed arms, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bout to head to the airport...just wanted to say goodbye."

She gave a quick nod, "Goodbye. That all?" Remy couldn't help but raise a brow at her coldness. Marie took note, "You're expecting more?"

"Well...yeah. We've been together for so long, I figured you'd give me a goodbye that was more appropriate to the time we spent together."

"Oh. You want an appropriate goodbye for what we've been through?"

As soon as he nodded, she slapped him across his face, "There. For someone who tricked me into staying with them and lied to me from day one...I think that's a perfectly appropriate goodbye! For years, I suffered, not knowing who I was, grasping for straws...hoping and praying that someone...anyone would help me discover who I was...and here you were, the man who supposedly loved me...holding back from me because it suited you."

Remy clenched his teeth, "I loved you. I knew I could love you better than he could..."

"THAT wasn't for you to decide...and I can't begin to tell you how wrong you were. With him...I feel more love, passion and satisfaction than I did in our entire 15 years..."

Those words were the final straw. He could no longer subject himself to this much deserved punishment...so he left.

When Logan returned, he found Marie sitting near the window sill. He handed her a beer and laid a quick kiss to her neck, "Somethin' wrong, darlin'?"

She smiled and looked up at him, "Not anymore..."

Since the trip to the cabin naturally jogged some of their memories, the professor was able to access just a bit more information from their past that had been previously hidden.

During his latest mind reading session, he gave them the name of a mutant that appeared in both of their memories, so, weeks later, they were loading up a vehicle for yet another road trip to attempt to hunt down a mutant by the name of John Wraithe.

Marie stretched out in the front seat of the SUV and smiled over at Logan as he drove, "You excited about our trip?"

He smirked, "Planning on doin' some gambling while you're in Vegas, darlin'?"

"After we find this John guy, I'm sure we'll have time to find out there's more to Vegas than gambling and 24 hour wedding chapels."

Logan tried to control his facial expression as he prayed she didn't notice the ring box bulging from his left jacket pocket.

THE END

**Sorry for the long absence. Life is crazy busy at the moment, so I've barely had the opportunity to work on anything "for fun", so please forgive me! Sorry I wasn't able to invest more into this ending either. I hope Remy's punishment was good enough for you!**