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 Eight

"Remy!" She cried in fear. "Help, someone help!"

*****

She suddenly shot up to a sitting possession. "Jean, what's wrong," her husband yawed.

"I just heard a psychic scream. I think it was Remy," there was concern in her voice. Jean got out of bed and started dressing into her uniform.

"Is he all right?"

"I don't know, but I dough it."

*****

A young man about nineteen ran into the room, he was blonde and had albron eyes. He was wearing a Motle 6 uniform. "What's the matter?" then he saw Remy on the room shaking. "Oh, my god!"

"Well, don't just stand there, go get help!" she snapped.

"Yes... yes, mama," he ran out of the room.

*****

A beautiful women with long red hair, smiled at him. She had beautiful blue eye that match well with her face. She wasn't wearing any make-up, but it didn't matter, she didn't need to. She wasn't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but to him she was perfect. He wasn't sexual aroused by her either, he didn't quite know what pulled him to her.  Then the sense in front of him disappeared and a new one came. He saw the same women, huddled on her bed crying, she had been beaten up and there were bruises all over her face. She looked up at him, he ran over to her and hugged her. There was some one else there too. It was a young girl, she was hugging the woman also. He wondered why his arms weren't long enough to go all the way around her waist. There was a mirror across the room, he saw a glimpse of himself in it. He was only about four years old, so was the girl. He began to cry a little. He heard a door open, and for some reason he felt fear run through him. There was the sound of a refrigerator opening and sound of someone scrambling through the contains. The women, his mother, grabber him and the girl and quickly went into another bedroom. It was a child's room, but the paint on the walls was old and pealing, the other rooms were just the same, save the kitchen and living room. His mother put the children in to their bed, which they shared. He now first notices that he is clenching a stuffed animal. It was a little beagle, which had been worn down, from love. They heard a crash and someone cus. "Hey bitch, get in here and clean this f**king mess up!" She slowly got off the children's' bed and walked to the door. She looked at her children and went out of the room. There was whispering which neither of the children could hear. Then there was the sounds of glass breaking and a sound from being hit. Then the silence sank in, the only thing heard was footsteps heading for the door, then it closing. At first there was no sound coming from the kitchen, after a minute passed there was the sounds of faint crying. He and the girl got up and went to the door, where he saw his mother lying on the floor. The was blood streaming from her face and a large slash mark across her left cheek. She heard the door opening when the had two came in.

"Go back to bed," she managed to say between sobs. They listened and went back to their bed, but didn't sleep. Remy's childhood flashed in front of his eyes, the good and bad. He saw a small park with he love to play in with his twin sister. A church his mother had gone to every Sunday and taken them with. He saw pictures of his mother loving, happy, caring, beautiful, sad, beaten, and terrified. Pictures of his father beating his wife, drinking, and in a police uniform. There was his sister too. They were close, real close, and happy when their father wasn't around. She was a red head like his and their mother. She even had their mother's smile. Then he saw his mother's murder, him running away from the police and losing his sister in the process.

*****

It was too much for him to take in at once. All the pain, fear, shock, and physic strain was just too much. All his physic walls, in his mind, had crashed. Everything he wanted to forget, and almost had, suddenly were all fresh in his mind. His body slowly stops shaking, as did his mind.

*****

"What's so damn important that you have to wake the old chucklehead up so early," Wolverine walked into the war room, scratching his head. Everyone was present.

"As I was saying, Jean detected that Gambit was in pain. She is trying to locate him now, but isn't have in much success..." A sigh of pain came from Jean.

"Scott, I've found him," a picture of the world shown on the viewing screen. It slowly pinpointed the location of their teammate.

"You were saying, Slim?" Wolverine snorted. Scott glared at Logan. Logan ignored it. A small beeping sound went of, Cerebro had found Gambit. "What's the Cajun doing in Northern Montana?"

"Ah don't know, sugar, but we'll find out soon enough," Rogue head for the door.

"Hold it, we're not all going," Scott grapped her arm.

"I'm going, Cyclops," Rogue's eyes flared. He nodded and turned back to the team.

"Jean, I'm going to need you to come with..."

"I would like to come with," Bishop cut off Cyclops.

"Ok, Logan your coming with us, too. I'm leaving Storm in charge."

"But I was hoping to come with."

"Sorry, Storm we need to keep some people here in case of an emergence. Let's head out, we're going to Montana."

*****

She sat there not knowing what to do. Not knowing how to help, and once again feeling like a small child. Remy,  she pleaded in her mind. Hold on, please! Tears streaming down her cheek, she watched the paramedics work on her bother. His breathing stopped and her mind screamed for him to come back, her soul tugging on his. rob.i..n,  came a weak cry directly into her mind. REMY! she looked up to see Remy's eyes half open and his arm screeching out to her weakly, just before he collapsed. She gasped slightly but then notice he was still breathing, and sighed with relief.

*****

Bishop paced back-n-fort the whole time as they flew to Montana, Rogue watching him and Wolverine yelling at him to relax. As Jean and Scott talked through their psyicrepore and flew the jet. It only took a short time to arrive in Montana, but a it took a little more time for them to find Gambit. By the time the located him he had already been taking to the hospital, but his situation hadn't gotten better.

*****

Robin sat next to Remy watching over him as to protect him. There was a knock on the door and a nurse peeked her head in. "Ms. there are a few people her that say they know your friend." She walked in the rest of the way in and opened the door all the way. A women with long red hair was standing in the doorway. "The rest are in the waiting room, I'll send them in in a minute."

"Thank you," Robin nodded for the women to enter. She walked over to the bed and look at Remy, as the nurse closed the door behind her.

"Is he all right?" there was concern in her voice.

"No."

"What happened?" she asked kindly.

"What's it to you?" she brushed away a piece of hair from his face. She looked up to see four other people walk in. The man with red sunglasses walked over to the red-headed women and looked at her. A large black man stood in the corner with a short man crouched next to him. A beautiful woman stood halfway in the door, looking at Remy with wide eyes. "Who are you?" Robin asked protectively.

"My name is Scott," he introduced himself. Then looked at the women with red firey hair. "And this is my wife, Jean. Those two over there are Bishop and Logan. This is Rogue." Rogue walked up to the end of the bed and looked a Remy's pale face.

"And you are?" Rogue asked spuriously, never taking her eyes off of Remy.

"Dose it matter?"

"What happened to him?" she asked demandingly.

"I'm not sure. I need a telepath to help me."

"I thought you didn't know what happened to him," Jean.

"Well I'm not totally sure, but I think it was my fault. I triggered an memory and he went into shock." She looked away from their stairs. Rogue's eyes became cold.

"I'll see if I can help him, but a memory shouldn't have done this to him."

"I don't trust you."

"Well that's too bad," Touching her temples she read the tip of his mind. She could feel something oftly strange. She could feel a safety line then noticed it was coming from Robin. Remy was barely alive and Robin was the only thing keeping him that way. She heard bits and pieces of memories and thoughts projecting from Remy's mind, but heard nothing but a few words. Which were to muffled to understand anything. She retured to the world at hand. "Scott will you take care of the papers. I've got to get him ready to move. Rogue, Bishop, Logan could you get the jet ready will be at the airport in a little bit." Rogue hasted in leaving but Logan pushed her out, anyway.

*****

As the three walked out of hearing range Robin let lose. "You're not takin' him any where!" She stood up.

"Please, you have to help me here, Remy is in a lot of danger."

"Why should ah trust you?"

"Because we care about him."

"How I know that? We was raving about working for someone, how do I know your not.  'sides, he ain't going anywhere without me! Got it!"

"I promise will take good care of him." Robin slowly nodded, remembering that Remy had called Rogue's name out. "Just give me a moment," she walked out of the room and to the desk across the hall, and next to her husband. Robin watched them talk to a doctor and then sign some papers. They came back into the room.

"Do you have your things here?" Scott scanned the room.

"Non, our bikes are at the Motle 6 'cross town."

"We'll, send Bishop and Logan to pick them up," Scott derected it more toward Jean more then her. Jean, will you contacted the others? She nodded.

"Thanks," Robin muttered.

*****

Jean, flowing Scott, left the room and moved to the hall to talk. Robin looked down at Remy as she stroked his forehead. "Everything's goin' be all right," she whispered very weakly, very faint, "I hope."