You know what sucks? School sucks. I miss the summer days where I could sit around snuggling my tiger (His name is Bob… unfortunately he is not a real tiger) and writing. Now that this 'school' nonsense has started up again, my updates are probably going to be way slower : ( Damn school! Damn school to hell!

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"Alright," Rogue took a deep breath, trying not to think about the man that was in that building. "Time to go."

She skirted around the side of the building attempting to hunt down one of the sensors for the building that had been in Remy's memory. Stealthily she crept up to it, and, taking one deep breath of preparation, stomped down hard.

There was a flash of light from a shadowed corner as the weapon that was trained on the spot of the sensor. She clutched her neck as a hypodermic dart struck her there.

Stupid, stupid, stupid… Remy chanted on the inside of her head.

Rogue couldn't come up with a coherent thought that was witty enough to respond to that through the daze that the tranquilizer was causing as it coursed through her veins. She collapsed to the ground, convulsing slightly with pain.

The voices in her head that were screaming at her slowly died away, the factor in the tranquilizer that nullified mutant powers took effect.

"Well, well, well…" A cold voice Rogue recognized from not only Remy's memories, but everyone she had touched who had encountered the man. That voice was something that stuck out in a memory. The voice… and the eyes. She looked up into the blurry shadows as two glowing red orbs pronounced themselves against the background. "If it isn't my little generator. The Pawn didn't fail after all…" He mused.

"What do you want us to do with her?" Someone else said from behind him, Rogue couldn't tell who because her world was fading fast.

"For the time being keep her in one of the holding cells." The chilled voice instructed. "When she regains awareness I'll continue with the plan."

Rogue gasped involuntarily and the tall man with the glowing red eyes and cold voice turned to her, amused by her reaction.

"Did you hear that, little girl?" He leaned closer to her. "I am going to use you. I am going to make you wish you'd never been conceived. I am going to turn you into The End." He paused, evil smirk playing around on his lips. "And you won't be able to stop me."

We'll see about that, Sinister. She promised with her last thought before darkness. We'll see.

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Wolverine caught Rogue's scent in the air, so he knew that they were running in the right direction, but he didn't know how Gambit knew. He had taken every corner that Rogue had, trekked down every same back alley and hopped every fence the same way that she had.

How? Why?

Nevermind, there were more important things to worry about at the moment.

The other X-men tailed Logan and Gambit at a fraction of the pace, confused on who they were supposed to be following.

Logan followed Gambit down another alley, slowing down slightly to match his pace. They both stopped simultaneously.

Wolverine sniffed the air and listened carefully while Remy reached out with his empathy, both of them looking for something familiar.

"Rogue." They both said simultaneously as they caught her scent and the familiar fear that came with her nightmares.

"She was bleeding." Logan sniffed the air again.

"She's unconscious right now." Remy supplied, pressing his eyes shut with concentration.

The other X-men let their eyes flick from one man to the other. How did they know?

"What are we going to do?" Scott asked.

"We're going to tear that place down." Gambit and Wolverine said in unison again.

Kitty giggled a little nervously. This was the first time Gambit and Wolverine had agreed on anything.

"Shades," Logan turned to Cyclops. "Can I trust you not to flip your shit if I ask you to take the building down?"

Scott didn't know whether laughing would have been appropriate at the particular moment, he just nodded his head keeping his face composed.

"Can you pinpoint her position?" He turned to Gambit.

"Up to a point," The Cajun bobbed his head, his demon eyes set in stone.

"Good enough." Logan growled, the familiar snikt echoed slightly as his claws extended out of his fists. "Let's go."

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Deadpool didn't know where he was… quite honestly, he didn't care exactly. Someone had dug him out of his dusty would-be grave and now his legs were moving him down a corridor next to the 'Professor' (the one-handed sonovabitch who ran the experiments in Weapon X) He'd never been in this building before.

"-And then we can use her to kill Wade." The Professor said to the tall scary man they were walking with.

Whoa, whoa , whoa! What the hell?

Deadpool thought that this would be a pretty damn good time to start paying attention.

"I already told you," The tall man said, red eyes glinting slightly in the dim lights. "I don't have the girl."

"And I already told you." The Professor said. "I don't believe you."

The girl?

… Hot chick?…

Why was he here? Was it just so that The Professor could try and barter his life for hot chick or was the old man expecting a fight?

The two men continued their conversation and Deadpool zoned out again, thoughts wandering back to Sammy. Maybe he left her in his other suit?

Despite his mind winding down odd roads, Deadpool was aware of the sound of stealthy feet before either of the other men in his presence were. Oh well, too bad he couldn't tell them.

All three of them became acutely aware of those 'stealthy feet' when the owner came falling to the ground at the end of the hall.

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Rogue woke up with a terrible headache and a generally cross demeanor. Her face was pressed down on the cold ground and her hands were shackled behind her back.

Well, time to put an end to that shit.

She groaned as she pulled herself into an upright position, her eyes flicked around the room, effectively absorbing all the facts she needed. She was alone in one of the holding cells in the back of the complex that effectively invalidated mutant powers.

Mutant powers, yes. Memories, no.

She whistled what Remy liked to call his 'Thieving Tune' as she slipped her fingers inside the cuff of his shirt and dislodged a lock pick set that had been strategically placed by the Prince of Thieves himself.

The shackles fell to the ground and Rogue felt pretty pleased with herself.

She set about the lock on the door, using Remy's memories to successfully evade that as well.

Two security cameras trained on each door at all times. She recalled.

Moving swiftly through the room, she used her elbow to dislodge one of the steel panels on the wall, revealing the chaos of wires and metal underneath.

"Dey don't call me de greatest t'ief in de world fo' nothin'" Rogue mocked as she tore at the wires, selecting the ones that Remy knew would disable the mutation inhibitor.

It felt like a hammer being slammed into her head when it was finally disabled, all the voices roaring back to life at once.

Rogue, that was unwise-

Jesus, Rogue! You trying to kill all of us-

Roguey, stop usin' Remy's memories to get you in trouble, it makes him feel bad-

Dammit, Anna! Stop being stupid-

Rogue, think about this-

"Shut up!" She screamed, pressing her fingers against her temples and falling to her knees. To her surprise, they complied. In general, they all had her best interest at heart.

Alright, Rogue took a deep breath. Magneto? I could use some help here.

I could dismantle this entire building, bolt by bolt, and you wish me to move security cameras? Magneto asked incredulously.

Yes. Rogue said simply. I don't want anyone hurt.

Very well. He conceded.

Rogue felt the familiar rush of power that came with powers that were not her own. She felt the cameras move.

Thank you, Eric. She thought, taking the final step out of the room. Pietro? Get me out of here.

Fine. Pietro was jittery from not being useful in so long.

Wait. Logan stopped her movement before it happened. Do you hear that?

"And then we could use her to kill Wade." A muffled voice seeped from one of the halls parallel to the one the holding cells were located on.

Who is that? Rogue shook her head, she didn't want to find out. She had the sneaking suspicion he was talking about her. Alright, no speed. She decided. I'm gonna need some stealth.

I got it. Both Remy and Logan said at once.

Logan… no offense, but you aren't really the best at this 'stealth' thing. You're too… growly… Rogue thought, choosing Remy's powers of enhanced agility from the plethora available.

Very quickly, her stealthy feet took her down the halls. She caught herself humming the 'Thieving Tune' on the inside of her head.

She laughed to herself.

Notes on being stealthy:

1. When in a situation that requires 'stealth', it is probably unwise to laugh out loud for a number of reasons including, but not limited too, detection, distraction, setting off sensors you were unaware of, or, the ever popular 'being distracted and tripping' one.

Rogue hit the floor hard, winded for a moment not only because of the spill, but because of the company she found herself in.

Sinister she recognized immediately, his buddies, however, took a little more effort. Logan identified the skeletal balding one as 'The Professor' and pretty much everyone in her head knew Deadpool.

Sinister started to growl out orders, but was interrupted by a cold, dark chuckle.

"Wade." The Professor said calmly, Deadpool came to a sudden, unnatural, attention. "There's a certain little girl that I'd like you to apprehend for me. Would you be so kind?"

Deadpool moved forward, twin swords falling firmly into his hands.

The general consensus through out the many minds of Rogue was 'Oh shit.'