Note from the Hook! (…The Author…. Nevermind…) Hiya, uno- I'm not particularly fond of this chapter, it just doesn't scream 'AWESOME!' like I wanted it to, but oh well, it was a necessary sacrifice of 'AWESOME!' so that chapters in the future can scream 'AWESOME!' with pure, unbridled kick- assery. Dos- I have recently decided that Deadpool would smell like Lucky Charms. And it's not just the seven discarded boxes of said cereal that have led me to that conclusion…

That is all :D

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.Damn.

First she runs away from two men that would gladly give up their lives to protect her or any other mutant, then she sees the MRD flood into the house like some sort of plague, but does she start walking the other way- No. And then, Deadpool – GODDAMN .DEADPOOL. – is looking for her, and she doesn't even have enough sense to be afraid.

I sure know how to pick 'em. Remy mused as he watched Rogue crouch low to the ground and listen to the conversation Logan and Deadpool were having. He could feel Logan's hate, Deadpool's crazy, and Rogue's determination through his powers. There was not going to be an easy way out of this.

If he grabbed Rogue now, she would scream. He couldn't clamp a hand over her mouth because his gloves were fingerless, and he couldn't just flat out walk up to her because in reality she wasn't exactly fond of his presence.

He shocked himself as a punishment for not being careful enough, but Remy LaBeau had never failed out on a plan, especially one of his own, and he wasn't going to start with this one girl.

His eyes flicked over her body as she got down on her hands and knees and crawled forward slightly, trying to get a better view of the inside of the room.

He wasn't going to start with this one girl … No matter how beautiful she was… or how green her eyes were… or how her southern accent flared when she got angry… or how she bit down on her lip when she got nervous, or how-

-He shocked himself again.

"Dammit LeBeau," He hissed to himself. "Pay attention."

He tried to, he really tried. But, it was just so hard when she was bending over like that.

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Rogue's breath hitched in her throat.

The room in front of her held none of its former glory. A few minutes ago it had been a clean, orderly room. Quite. Peaceful. Safe. Two explosions, a mercenary, and an army later, the room was more like a garden. A big, rocky, dusty, chaotic garden. With a lot of people who were out to hurt her in it.

She caught the movement of one of the men as he turned slightly to took at where she was hiding. She quickly ducked back behind the wall and pressed her spine firmly against the hardness of it.

There were a lot of people on the other side of that wall.

And Logan.

And one weirdo with a belt buckle that looked exactly like his face mask.

Admittedly, Rogue was kind of jealous of his belt-buckle-face-mask combo… all she had going for her was the stripe of white in her hair and the gloves.

She shook off her distracted thoughts and crept closer again, regaining her confidence. She listened while Logan spoke.

"Look, bub, I ain't gonna help you find Rogue." He stated firmly from where he was restrained.

"Well, would you still consider checking out my ass?" Face mask asked. "Because, really, I think this is starting to become a problem."

Rogue gauged the distance between her and Logan. She could make it.

…Maybe…

The key to his restraints was hooked on the belt of the MRD agent closest to him. Easy peasy.

…Maybe…

The wierdy with the mask was completely covered up, but Rogue thought she might be able to get her fingers under his mask if he attacked her.

………… Maybe…………

She took one deep breath. She could do this. Logan would have done this for her; she would do this for him. Even though every man on the other side of that wall was after her, Logan still stood up to them. And even though Logan and Rogue had had their rough spots, Rogue would go get him.

She exhaled a breath and waited for three more seconds in silence, barely listening to the voices on the other side, building her confidence and going over the motions she would have to execute in her head.

She stood.

"Merde."

She turned her head sharply to face behind her. Either she was loosing her mind or she had just heard something. Losing her mind seemed more likely at the moment.

Focus Rogue. She commanded herself and leaned back to look over the edge of the wall. Not much had changed.

She took a deep breath

Time for action.

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Logan was really pissed off.

First of all- being captured by anyone mad him angry. Especially when it was by a man with a fraction of a mind and no control over his movements.

That just made him angry for some reason.

"Please?" Deadpool begged, wiggling his butt slightly with the little control he did have.

Logan looked around the room for something he could bash his head against and try to dispel that image from his head forever, but instead he saw a little movement. A very small, slightly insignificant movement on the other side of the only mildly intact wall in the entire front of the house.

He cursed on the inside and sniffed the air warily.

The smell of debris was the first thing that hit him, then the smell of sweat on the nervous MRD agents, the smell of frustration and Lucky Charms from Deadpool, and then… Magnolias and vanilla.

The curses in his mind manifested as growl in his throat.

There was only one person in the world that smelled exactly like that. And if she moved any closer, he was going to kill her himself later.

He tried to inconspicuous about watching her. She slunk around the wall coolly, just like he had taught her too, and then quickly ducked behind a part of the roof that had settled solidly on the ground.

"Can you at least tell me what this Rogue dude looks like," Deadpool continued to ramble. "I mean, come on buddy, don't leave me hanging! Do you have any idea how frustration it is not to be able to move your own body?"

Logan let his eyes flick back to Deadpool for a moment. The man was messed up. In a sort of psychotic kitten you found in the dumpster sort of way. He even took a moment to feel pity for whoever did put that microchip in Deadpool's ass. Because, when you abuse the psychotic kitten you just found in the dumpster, the kitten has the tendency to tear up your sofa and give all of your children rabies.

And Logan really wanted to make sure he and Rogue avoided the rabies tornado that would happen as soon as whoever lost control.

He saw Rogue move again out of the corner of his eye.

This was not going to end well.