This chapter will span over almost two years. And here is the storm I was talking about

I do not own any X-men comics, movies, or TV shows, only Morgan, Tante Cecil, and Amy.

Morgan POV

Much to my surprise, and Remy's, I was very accepting of his "career choice". He explained how he mostly stole from the "greedy, rich bastards" as he called them. The rest of my Junior and Senior year was spent with Remy picking me up after school, even though I told him numerous times that I could drive, and taking me home. We would sit at my house and share stories of our childhood, most of them causing us to laugh so hard we cried. He would make some vulgar comment, prompting me to hit him in the arm. Of course if he were too far away I would send one of my blue energy tendrils to slap him, earning me the nickname Voodoo. I would lean against his chest and he would play with my hair. It was strange that I could be so close to him and feel no awkward tension. Part of me was relieved that we became friends so easily but part of me wondered if there could ever be more.

The only person I ever told about our friendship was Amy. On my 18th birthday, Remy had sent a large bouquet of flowers to my homeroom class, simply signed "Your Secret Admirer". I tried to play it off like I didn't know who it was but Amy could see right through me. She came over to my house later that night and I told her about Remy.

"I trust you Morgan. You're not one to go off and make irrational decisions," she told me, "but please be careful. He seems like the type of man who could break your heart."

About a week after graduation, I was sitting at a table in the bar, waiting for the last patrons to leave. I had become one of the bartenders as soon as I turned 18 so I could help Tante Cecil. I was grabbing the keys from the office to lock up when I heard the door open.

"Sorry we're closed now." I yelled.

"Aw but Chere, I promise I won't stay long," was the answer I received.

"Remy!" I yelled ecstatically, running to him and throwing my arms around him.

"I missed you too Voodoo," he said. Every now and again he would leave to do a "job" out of the country. Usually a high profile one that only he was able to do. I never really asked questions. This last job had taken him away for almost three months.

"You missed my graduation," I said into his chest.

"You cut your hair Chere," he said.

I pulled my head back to look at his face. "Don't try to change the subject Mr. LeBeau," I warned.

He looked down at me with an apologetic look written across his face. "I'm sorry Morgan but I couldn't get away fast enough. I promise I did not forget you. Here," he said, pulling away to grab a black box that he had set on the bar next to his staff. "I got this for you, for your graduation."

I took the box from him and carefully opened it. Inside was a simple white gold necklace with a bright blue stone hanging from it.

"It's beautiful Remy," I exclaimed as I fastened it around my neck. I quickly looked up and asked, "Its not stolen is it?" Whoops. There goes my mouth again; saying things before my brain can stop it.

Remy chuckled deeply before replying. "Non Chere. I promise it is not."

Just then, the lights flickered and went out.

I reached out, searching for Remy as his hand found mine. It could have been a simple power outage but I knew in my gut that it was not. Something bad was about to happen. I looked out of the large windows at the front of the bar to see that all of the power along the street had gone out.

I started edging towards the doors when the security bars slammed down over the window, latching into place. I heard Remy grab his staff and felt him tense up, ready for an attack. I knew that if he felt danger, things were bad.

I took a chance as I sent blue energy above our heads, casting an eerie blue glow around us. I saw four shadows towards the edge of the makeshift light, each looking like a menacing spirit ready to take your soul. I sucked in a sharp breath, heart pounding furiously in my ribcage.

Finally, one figure stepped into my circle of light. He was middle aged with graying hair and hard eyes. "Remy LeBeau?" He asked.

Remy squeezed my hand. "Who's askin?" he replied darkly.

"I am Colonel William Stryker. You are under arrest, by order of the United States' Military, for stealing from our and our allies, governments."

"I ain't goin no where homme."

"If that's how you want it, Creed, Wilson, Zero. You know what to do." With that the man turned his heel and walked out through the back door and into the alleyway.

Time stood still as the three other men stepped into the lighting. One was an Asian man with an impressive array of firearms. The man in the middle had tanned skin, short brown hair, and two long swords strapped to his back. The last man was one of the most intimidating men I had ever seen. His eyes gleamed with blood lust and his dirty, razor sharp nails shined menacingly. His canine teeth seemed to glow in the light. He was a feral, one of the most dangerous mutants out there.

The spell was finally broken when the feral lunged at us. I screamed and, with a harsh wave of my hand, sent the blue tendrils above my head crashing into the three men's chests. Remy pulled me towards the back door before he was hit from the side by the man with the swords. They engaged in a fierce battle, Remy brandishing his staff and the other man using his swords.

The Asian fired shots at me but I quickly put up a force field. I saw the feral lunge for me from the corner of my eye and I directed my blue tendrils around his body, using his momentum to throw him over my head. I then used them to grab bottle of various liquors and threw them towards the Asian, who quickly shot them down.

I heard a loud smack and looked over to find Remy standing over the other man. He locked eyes with me before grabbing my hand and leading me out of the building. We ran as hard as we could but I could still hear the feral chasing behind us. Using my energy I knocked down large dumpsters, hoping to throw the man off.

Remy threw a card behind him and it exploded at the feral's feet, sending him flying. Remy pulled me down another alley and stopped, allowing me to catch my breath.

"You know Chere," he said, pulling me close to him, "they aren't gonna stop until they catch me."

I knew what he was thinking but I refused to listen.

"You have ta leave me. I don't want dem hurting you. It's not you they want, it's me. I have ta stay here and fight dem but you can escape."

I shook my head fiercely, tears threatening to spill over. "No."

"If they catch you they will kill you," he said, cupping his hands around my face, "They need me so they won't kill me. I will come back for you. I swear."

With that he closed the gap between our lips. The kiss was hungry and desperate, as if we wanted to show each other how we had felt for the last two years. The kiss ended too soon as he pulled away, hearing multiple footsteps make their way towards us.

"Go Chere," He whispered.

Chocking back a sob I fled, knowing that it would be a long time if I ever saw him again.

Dun dun dun!!!! Man that was fun to write! Again I am sorry for any weird Remy accent moments. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome.