DISCLAIMER: Gambit, Rogue, Xavier, ect.... are not mine. They belong to Marvel, except for Robin, she's mine, mine. mine.  And a big thank you goes out to Kaleidopy for the title!! *hugs*  Thank your lucky stars people.. this story use to be called Story #2!  HOW BAD IS THAT!? ICK!  Well enjoy, and keep in mind this story was written slowly as I learned to write... farther you go the better you can see that my writing changed.

Reunion

Part Six

"Mmmmmm...." a bright blue face light up with wonder. "What do we have here?" He picked up the note and started to read it aloud. "Hank, I thought you'd be interested in this information, enjoy. Remy. Now this is interesting! Let's see what our Cajun friend left me." He took the disks and stuck it into his hard drive. At first he looked confusingly at the screen then he noticed what it was and at the bottom of the page was three words Hank had been longing to hear: LEGACY VIRUS: CURE A scream of excitement, happiness, and relief rang throughout the grounds.

*****

"What?" Scott turned toward the mansion. "Jean, what was that?" He stood up from the spot he was kneeling in the flower garden. She nodded as her face light up with pride of accomplishment for Hank. "What are you smiling about?"

"Go see for yourself!" she grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "I think Hank should be the one to tell everyone!"

*****

Ten minutes later everyone was in the ready room, waiting to hear what was going on. "So what's up, Hank?" Logan looked at the scientist's exuberant face.

"Great news, my friend," Beast could hardly hold his excitement in. "There is a cure for the Legacy Virus!"

"What!?" came a surprise southern dral.

"Congratulations, Hank!" Scott patted him on the back.

"Well, actually I di..." was all he manage to say, before the rest joined in on congratulating him. It took the others sometime to quite down enough for Hank to speak. "It wasn't me," he announced regretfully. "When I came to my lab this morning I found disks, with the information!"

"How did they get there?" Ororo interjected.

"Well, I found this note," he held it up. "It says it is from Mr. Lebeau and I found another when I came in here. It is for the whole team so I decided not to read it yet." He handed Scott the second envelope and he opened it.

"X-Men, I'll be back in a bit, for now look at the disks. Take care. Remy," Scott read the letter out loud. He pulled out the disks and popped one into the nearest computer temanal. On the screen was information on mutants, ones they knew and ones they have never hear of.

"Oh, m` God!" Rogue.

"Where did he get this information from?" Quicksilver asked suprised.

"I don't know. I wonder if it was from various sources," Hank imputed.

"Hey, where do you think Mr. Lebeau went in such a big hurry?" Sam questioned.

"Don't know, but I'd like to," Logan put in.

*****

He has been traveling for the last 48 hours more or less, without sleep. He refuses to give into his tired body, knowing that a very person he cares for was in great danger. But now he may not have a chose anymore, his body is becoming limp and his eyes shutting. The massive bike swerves off the road and into the ditch, landing two inches from Remy's head. "Mon duc!" He rose to his feet as a woman came to his aid.

"Are you all right? I thought you were dead for sure!" She stared at him wide eyed.

"Oui," he rubbed his head. He bent down to pick up his bike and started to look it over. Seeing nothing but scratches and dents, he climbed back on. The women's hand stopped him as he tried to turn the key.

"What do you think you are doing?! You could have killed yourself back there! You might have be bleeding internally! Just look at your face!"

"I have more important things to worry about. Thanks anywise." He turned the key the rest of the way, the motor started. His foot hit the gas, but his wheels caught air as it was lifted off the ground. "What?"

"I'm sorry if I scared you, but you look like you need a place to rest and make sure that your not hurt."

"Non, you didn't scare me, but I HAVE to go. Please?" he asked desperately, for he was helpless now.

"Why?" she tilted her head.

"It's personal."

"Out for blood?"

"Non and yes."

"Thanks for clearing that up," she said sarcastically.

"Any time, madam. Now may I be on my way?" he smile at her.

"Not unless I'm invited."

"No."

"Aww, come on!" she pouted.

"I'm not risking someone I have no clue about, except dat she shouldn't be sticking her nose in the wrong places."

"I can take care of myself!" she stomped her foot, as her energy intensified around him.

"Okay, Okay!" he leaned backward. She smiled at him. "Have a name?"

"Robin."

"Gambit."

"So where we going?"

"Seattle, Washington," he shuttered. "Why don't you go and get your things and meet me at the dinner down the road. Don't tell anyone what or where you going, and pack lightly." She nodded. "Good see you in a half n` hour, you not there on time I leave." # Why am I doing dis? And why do I trust her? # He asked himself.

"I'll be there." She ran across the road and spead away, in the darkness.

*****

She slams the hotel door and grabs her duffel bag, throwing the few ideas that were lying around in. Took a quick shower. Then she double checks to see if she has everything and leaves the room heading for the front desk. After all this time serching, she finaly found him.

"Room 7 checking out," she gave the man behide the desk the keys. Now, running out the door, "Bye!" He nodded in reply.

Her bike was parked right outside the entrance. She only had ten minutes left to get to the dinner, which takes about fifteen to get there. The only logical thing to do was speed.

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"Coffee, please," he sat down at the counter.

"How do you want it?"

"Black," he smiled at the women. She was about twenty years old, and very beautiful, with her black hair and brown eyes. He leaned back against the wall, hardly noticing her as he thought of the last hour's events. What am I doing inviting someone with, expressly a stranger. He cursed himself. Maybe Gambit leave before she come, eh? He suggested to himself. The waitress brought him out of his train of thought.

"Are you all right?" she questioned.

"Yeah, fine, thanks. How much?"

"Ninety cents." He opened his wallet and grumbled something about highway robbery.

"Here," he handed her two dollars. "Thank, chere." He headed for the door and out to his bike. As he turned on his bike, she turned into the driveway. "Aww shit," he cursed himself quietly. She stopped the motorcycle only a foot away from his own.

"Now, you weren't trying to leave without me, were you?" she smiled.

"You were late," he returned the smile.

"No, I wasn't I was here at least a minute early!" she protested. He shruged

"I don't even know why I let you come! Why you want to come, eh?"

"Excitement!" she perked up.

"Well, if you coming with let us get started, non?"

"No, I have to eat."

"I'll wait out here, for you," he made a desperate attempt to escape.

"I don't think so! You can't get rid of me that fast!"

"I don't have time to waste."

"So are we planing on not eating the whole way there?"

"Non," he through her a thermos.

"What, coffee?"

"Yeah."

"People can't live on coffee!"

"I can."

"Well, I can't! Besides it's unhealthy"

"Well, what do you want me to do?" She gave him a puppy-dog look. "Aww," he moaned in frustration. "All right you have five minuets," he sighed. "We don't have time to waste."

"Got it, I'll be out in three," she smiled at him. Then ran into the gas station/dinner part of the building.