Yeah… redid this. …Sorry… I only really made big changes to the first and third parts, Deadpool remains cool, and this version contains 100% less road-trip humor. (Your contempt was worth the giggles!) ((…not actually, or I wouldn't have changed it…)) (((Please forgive me?)))

He opened his eyes, information on where he was and who he was were delayed when he was sidetracked by the company he found himself in. What an odd group. There was a short brunette that was sobbing into the chest of a taller, blond boy. A tall blue demon-like creature. A white-haired, mocha skinned, blue-eyed beauty. A towering man with a red visor where eyes should have been. And a short, hairy, clawed, feral man that reeked of Canadian-ism. They were all wearing skin tight yellow, blue, or red suits.

For some reason all of this did not feel the slightest bit strange to him.

Especially the part where they were all glaring at him.

"My keen deducting skills tell me that I have done something wrong." Should have stayed unconscious. He thought to himself. Against his will, he had been torn away from the mental picture and back into reality.

"One could say that, Gambit." The Canadian growled.

Reality dawned on Remy.

"How de hell am I still alive?!" He cried, sitting up abruptly, running his hands over his torso in an attempt to confirm that he was, in fact, alive. The back of his head throbbed painfully, and the world went spinning into a color wheel of blurs.

Shadowcat started to sob harder, tucking herself away into Ice boy's chest.

"Please," Storm said, planting a firm hand on Remy's shoulder and pushing him back down into a horizontal position. "Do not move."

Remy took a moment to survey his surroundings. There was a lot of rubble and the smell of dusty destruction. The metal structure of the once-was building looked as if it had been torn out. He felt the emotions of the people surrounding him, and immediately wished he couldn't.

"What happened?" He grunted, shifting uncomfortably on the rocky ground, wishing that someone would either start a fight, or let him leave.

"It was my fault." Kit cat's breathing was choppy in between the gasps she used to fuel her tears. "I should have grabbed her." Icy put his arms around her in a comforting gesture. "But, I grabbed you instead. You were closer… I should have grabbed her."

Remy didn't blame the girl for regretting saving his life… he would have chosen Rogue over him, too.

"Where is she?" Remy growled.

"Gone." Kitty sobbed.

Remy felt dazed.

"Gumbo! Watch it!" Wolverine barked.

The ground directly surrounding Remy glowed where his hands were touching it. He reabsorbed the charge right in the nick of time, not wanting to blow them all to kingdom come… yet…

"What do you mean gone?" The snarls rising up in his throat rivaled any growl the Wolverine could have produced. "She was safe." He barked, anger flaring. They were wrong. They had to be wrong.

"What do you mean 'safe'?" Logan half-roared half-mocked in a broken fit, wanting to channel the hurt of losing one of his closest friends and allies into a more familiar emotion. Rage. "You blew up the floor! If Kitty hadn't been there you would have died too. After we got you out the entire building collapsed!"

"I only charged the floor enough to destroy everything below the waist." Remy explained rapidly, pushing himself into a standing position to spite them, brushing off the spinning of his head. "She was on Deadpool's shoulder. He would have absorbed any of the blast and she should have been fine. I don't mess up like that."

Kitty's eyes brightened at slightly at his logic. She stepped out of Bobby's grasp tentatively and walked forward to inspect Remy's face "You would blow yourself up for her?" She asked, a girly smile played on her lips between the streaks of tears.

Remy wouldn't have phrased it quite like that.

"That is so adorable!" She squealed, grabbing his arm and charging forward into the hazard zone, leaving the X-men very confused and left behind.

"Where are we goin' petit?" Gambit asked frantically, heart beat throbbing an unsteady beat in his ears as Kitty phased the both of them through the ex-building.

"To find her!" Kitty laughed over her shoulder, the stains of her tears quickly fading. "You said she didn't die, she isn't dead."

Is the girl bipolar? Remy thought to distract him from another, more brutal, thought. What if he had messed up like that?

"Oh my God…" Kitty breathed as they reached the spot she had last seen Rogue.

"I t'ink it be safe to assume ma cherie is still alive." Gambit looked over the damage. Dead bodies, obviously done in by a set of triplet claws, distorted metal cast aside, melting ice shards that covered would-be shrapnel.

Rogue.

"Where is she now?" Kitty wondered out loud, Remy could hear almost as much as he could feel the tremor in her voice.

He cast his gaze to the spot that he had last seen Rogue, slung over Deadpool's shoulder as he walked away from him. For a moment, Remy relived that fading hope, the disparity that had forced his hand to be a suicide savior.

Slowly, Remy let his feet guide him to the spot, absolutely terrified of what he was going to find.

There was a solid, in and out, hole in the ground obviously caused by a sword or something of that nature. An incredibly small puddle of blood surrounded it, along with a small scrap of red fabric.

"Deadpool!" Kitty gasped. She knew her fabrics, and one as tacky as that could only be the crazy mercenary's.

"Weapon X." Remy growled. His eyes flashed a dangerous shade of red.

-

Deadpool was singing songs on the inside of his head, trying to pass the time until something interesting happened.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched hot chick inspect the cage that she was being kept in. Of course, the cage neutralized mutant powers (A must for any person willing to capture them. Deadpool was pretty sure it was in a rule book somewhere.) and it was locked up tight, so he didn't have to worry about her escaping and getting stabbed again.

Deadpool didn't like getting stabbed. Sure, he could heal up almost instantly, but the sensation of being stabbed was just never fun. Like, being shot. Sometime being shot was fun, then everyone's all like 'ew! You were just shot! Why are you walking? Ahhh! ZOMBIE!' and you could just spend the rest of your day moaning nonsensical blather and scaring the crap out of people, but being stabbed was just to far.

He thought over the instructions The Professor had given him.

'Kill anyone who gets within three feet of that cage.'

Blah blah blah.

What if hot chick escaped (impossible. Ridiculously impossible. Absolutely, ridiculously, impossibly impossible.) and happened to be within three feet of the cage? Did baldy even think of this stuff? Idiot.

Deadpool turned his attention back to 'guarding' hot chick.

WHOA!

Out of the corner of his eye he watched her take off the black button down shirt she was wearing and start tearing at one of the seams on the inside. A small blue packet was exposed when she finally was done creating a hole in the inner lining.

"Doesn't anyone bother to pat people down anymore?" She muttered to herself as she replaced the shirt.

What the hell was she doing?

"Or change them into uniforms?" She continued to babble as she kneaded the little bag. "Honestly, this is just ridiculous. I thought that was in the rule book."

Reaching into a concealed pocket, she pulled out a small army knife that had obviously been modified for a thief's work.

"Damn…" She mused as she cut open the packet with a makeshift pair of scissors. Deadpool immediately recognized the acrid smell of an acidic substance, having three such bags taped to his own person at all times.

"This shirt mustuv been a bitch to wash." She continued to smear the blue substance over the bars. "How many more things can he pack in this thing?"

She paused, apparently just realizing what she had just said.

"How many more things could he have packed in…" She corrected bitterly.

Deadpool was starting to think she might be crazy...

…er than him…

Which was an accomplishment.

She's lucky she's good looking, because I wouldn't tolerate this nonsense if she wasn't.

Within the boundaries of the cage she set her stance and gave the wall cover with blue stuff a swift kick.

It clattered to the ground.

Of course she escaped. Goddamnit, if he got stabbed again…

Deadpool's muscles reacted before his mind could when she stepped out.

-

The majority of the X-men were too bust grieving to notice the Ragin' Cajun had gotten a good majority of his "Ragin'" back when he sprinted past them and started hacking and prying his way into the Blackbird. In fact, they barely noticed him at all.

It wasn't until Kitty ran up, breathless and beaming that they understood something had happened.

"Deadpool-… Wea-… X-… Rogue-…" Kitty squeezed out between gasped breaths.

"What?" Scott, Logan, Kurt, Ororo and Bobby said in unison.

"Jet!" Kitty pointed at Gambit. "Get on!"

"Why?" They were still skeptical.

"Let's put it this way." Gambit growled from where he stood inside the Blackbird, speaking for the first time since his speedy return. Everything from the set of his jaw to the umble in his voice reeked of determination and recklessness. He was going to get what he wanted, and nothing was going to get in his way. "If y' don' get on in de next four seconds, y'r ass get's left here an' I'll go get Rogue by me onesies."

Four seconds passed where everyone was just stunned.

Kitty had to phase them all through the door after Gambit closed it.

"You mind explaining what's going on, bub?" Wolverine was suspicious, he didn't want to invest in something that could potentially just hurt himself and his team worse than they already were.

"No." Remy said bluntly, taking the controls.

"Uh… Please?" Scott tried.

"De only t'ing y' need t' know tight now, is dat Rogue is in trouble and in de process o' savin' 'er, y' can take down Weapon X." He turned around momentarily to glare at each of them individually with his burning eyes, making it very clear that right now, he was in charge. "So don' try an second guess me X-men, I'm in dis fo' Rogue."

He turned back around just in time to miss Kitty being attacked by giggles.

-

*Jamie cowers* Forgiveness?