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 15
By Christine Demerath

"Sir, Lebeau is coming, accompanied by Wolverine and a woman." The woman informed her employor at a distance not sure of the reaction she may get, she's seen what he's done to one of the other assistant the just a week again, and she wasn't likely to forget it, ever.

"Excellent, when will they be arriving?" His eyes light up with an excitement.

"Within the next two hours max., sir." She paused, waiting for him to move first. After a few minutes of watching him type quickly away at his computer she got the nerve to ask him what she had been waiting to. "Would you like me to bring up Xavier and ready the men?"

"No, leave Xavier where he is. But have the other's ready, but in their quarters, save Riptide, I want him to go down to Xavier's cell and watch over him with the others guards."

"Yes, sir." She quickly left the room and went to fulfill her orders.

*****

"So, Cajun, what are we getting into?" Logan leaned back into his chair.

"Sinister." Remy mumbled with hate-filled eyes. "He's got Xavier." Logan snapped up in his chair.

"Sinister?" Logan looked at Remy, searching the Cajun's face. All Remy did was nod lightly, but his gaze stayed strait ahead. His jaw was set as he refused to meet Logan's eyes. Logan had suspected that Remy might have something to do with Sinister before this. He'd been jumpy when he got back from St. Louis, the smell of fear was defiant and Logan had doubted that Remy was afraid of being hurt, the man was almost unstoppable once he was started. But why would Sinister want Xavier, he had no powers left. His secrets perhaps. "Do you know why, Cajun?"

"Oui, I think I do." He fought the urge to take a quick gaze at Logan.

"Well, spit it out."

"He.. he maybe after me." His voice was so low and shameful.

"How come, kid?" He asked more gently, or less gruff it was a little hard to tell.

"Dat ain't `portant." He quickly found a gear on the switchboard to keep his hands busy.

"Ain't it?"

"Please, Logan, I don't think I can…."

"Ya need to get it out, Cajun. You're no good to us if you're afraid."

"I ain't afraid of nobody, Logan." Remy said quickly. Robin had gotten up and was now standing behind Remy. Her arms and hands pushing down on the back of the seat, after squeezing her brother's shoulder.

"Your hands stay otherwise, same goes for your smell. You're trying your damnedest not to shake like a leave." Logan was right, Remy's hands where shaking slitly. Remy finally looked over at Logan. Logan sat there looking strait at him, he was leaning back in his chair, his feet were hanging over the armrest, and as always a cigar stuck out of his mouth. He wasn't angry, he was just listening.

"`uess, your right." He sighed, turning up to look at Robin, he saw her smile encouragingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hope ya can forgive moi. Both of ya. `Cuz I haven't and won't ever forgive myself." Logan nodded and Remy switched over to autopilot. "I worked for him," he hung his head and quickly added, "But long `fore I become an X-Man. He had me do little jobs, getting him things like information and other resources. Then he asked me ta gather him some of the toughest and deadliest assassins and hitman I could find. Those men and women became the Marauders. I told him after I got them I wouldn't be doing anymore jobs. But Belle, my love and wife, was dead and he promised to 'remedy' that." Taking a big breath he continued. "I lead the Marauders to the Morlock Tunnels." His breathing became a little faster as his speech did as well. "I didn't know what I was getting into, I didn't know `til it was too late. Ah was so stupid, I tried ta stop it once I got over da shock of seeing the first person hit da floor. Sabertooth gutted me. Out of all those people I only got one of them out. Da rest died `cuz o` me." His eyes where hollow as if he wasn't home, off in his own little world. But soon their live reappeared and he swiftly got up and moved to the back of the jet, feebly reaching for his cigarettes. The cockpit door slipped shut.

*****

"Remy? Sugar, can I come in?" A thick, beautifully flowing voice came from the hallway. "Remy, hon, you in there?" Rogue slowly opened the door and peeked in. "Sugar, ya in the bathroom?" Getting no answer, she quickly searches the room, finding nothing she heads for the infirmary.

*****

"Hank? Is Remy here? You seen him?"

"He is not in his room," Hank sighed. "No, I haven't. Cerebro, where is Remy Lebeau?"

"Remy Lebeau is currently not on the estate."

"What? Cerebro, where was he before he left?" Hank.

"He was in the hanger-bay."

"Damn, bullheaded, good for nothing Cajun! Cerebro, where is his jet headed?" Rogue.

"Unreadable information. Three places have been detected as the designated point."

"And they are?" She tapped her foot.

"Baton Rouge, San Francisco, and Seattle. Longitude for Baton Rouge is …"

"That is enough, thank ya."

"Rogue, wait! You can't just go off like that."

"And what else am I suppose ta do?"

"Split into teams, there are three places and only one of you. Plus, we don't know all the details yet, maybe Jean or Psylocke can help us find which route they are taking, alright my dear?"

Biting her lip Rogue nodded, "Okay, but make it fast, I am not waiting around here for long."

"I understand." Walking over to the wall, Beast contacted Jean though the communicator and had her gather the others. There was something going on, and they were going to get to the bottom of it.