I LIIIIIIIIVE!!!!!! I am soooooo sorry for not posting for 4 months. Please forgive me! I'll try to post more often but Junior year is kicking my butt! Thank you for all of the people who have read the story and reviewed, even though it hasn't been updated in forever. Enjoy.

I do not own X-men in any way shape or form.

Morgan POV

Remy led me through darkened streets, only leaving me to pickpocket money to use to get us a small hotel room. He told me that we would leave for New Orleans in the morning, after I got some rest. After an hour or two we were able to get a room. By the time we entered the room, it was dark outside. Remy slipped back out to get different clothes for us. We had gotten more than a few strange looks with our prison issued red pants and white wife beaters.

I turned on the TV and tried to find a news station, wanting to know where we were and what the date was. When I did find a station, I was shocked. The date was June 2nd. I rummaged around the room, trying to find something with the year. I was able to locate a small calendar. It had been nearly two years since Remy was taken. I had spent my 19th birthday running and my 20th in a cell.

I turned back to the TV, hoping to find out where we were. I was able to conclude that we were near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. That meant that the island we were kept on was Three Mile Island. I shook my head, disbelief written across my face. Who would've thought that a prison for mutants was on that island? I guess no one would ever think about going onto an island with nuclear reactors.

Remy returned a short time later, carrying two duffel bags filled with clothes.

"I have returned Chère, and I come bearing gifts."

He closed the door with his foot and set the bags on the bed. I moved to stand next to him and started going through the bag that I assumed was mine. He had gotten everything I needed. I'm so glad someone can think straight right now. I felt like I was going to fall over from exhaustion. I grabbed the shampoo, conditioner, and soap from the bag and headed for the shower. A nice hot shower sounded so good.

"You're welcome Voodoo!" Remy called after me.

A small smile graced my lips as I closed the bathroom door. I turned on the water and stripped my clothes off before turning around to face the mirror above the sink. I didn't recognize the person staring back at me. I was skinny, disgustingly skinny. I could almost count all of my ribs. Fading bruises marred my arms and chest. I lightly ran a finger over the claw marks that Creed had given me before I was captured. My hair had grown extremely long and was two different colors, my natural red on top and the dark brown on the bottom.

Sighing to myself I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water relax my tired muscles. I scrubbed my body for what seemed like hours, trying to get the grime of the prison off of me, before finally getting out. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked out of the bathroom.

When Remy saw me he got up off of the bed that he had been sprawled across. "Feelin' better?" he asked. "Much better," I replied. "Good. You smell better too." He said with a smirk on his lips.

I gave a small laugh and swatted at him as he walked by me. He laughed heartily before giving me a swift kiss on the cheek and disappearing behind the bathroom door. My face flushed crimson red as I retrieved some clothes and changed. I sat on the bed, spotting the bag of food that had been placed on it. I watched the news, trying to catch up on all of the current events, while tearing into the burger and French fries that Remy had gotten for me.

A few minutes later Remy walked, donning a navy pair of sweatpants and no shirt. I watched him as he moved over to the bed, studying him. His hair was much longer than before and water was dripping onto his shoulders. He had lost much of his wiry muscle but he still looked gorgeous. He sat down on the bed across from me, taking my hands in his. I stared at our hands for a long time before looking him in the eye.

"What do we do now?" I asked.

"We go home Chère. We go home and try to pick up where we left off."

"How? How can we keep going like we haven't been gone for two years? How do we know that we won't be followed and captured again? How can we live a normal life again?"

"Come on Morgan. We're mutants. I'm a thief. Our lives were never 'normal'. We'll make it. Somehow, someway. We're gonna be alright."

With that he leaned over, leaving a soft, sweet kiss on my lips, before pulling me down to lie across the bed.

I stayed awake for a long time after Remy drifted off to sleep. I listened to his deep breathing and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. Would we be alright? Would we make it home? The future did not seem hopeful.

Ok so this chapter was so hard to write. I think it kinda sucks but I need to get past it. If anyone wants to help me out with fixing it, feel free to do so. Remember, reviews and constructive criticism welcome!