By Nicole Wagner

Rating: R

Content: Rape, Angst, Violence, Language, Drama

Main Characters: Remy LeBeau (Gambit), Alisa LeBeau, Logan
(Wolverine), Victor Creed (Sabertooth), Vargas, and Rogue

Setting: Alternate Universe between the comics X-Treme X-Men #18-19

*Words in the asters mean a person is thinking. *
 

"Honestly, Remy LeBeau, couldn' you come up with a better lie
than that!?" Rogue spat out, shoving the young Cajun from her arms
and back towards the floor. Her green eyes would narrow as she slowly
got up off the floor, fixing her floral printed dress with her bare
hands, then looking back down at Remy, who looked like he was in
complete shock, tears still running down his face. " You can turn off
those water works an' stop that lil' act, Remy, it won't work on mah!
You ain' even man enough to tell mah the truth, that you are really
going back down to New Orleans to be with that hussy wife o' yours
Belladonna! How could you even think of making up such a story like
that! "

Remy sat back on his legs, stunned and in shock. *Mon Dieu ...
she ... she don' believe mah... she t'ink ah'm makin' it up!* Remy
couldn't believe what he was hearing. What he said was true, and the
woman he loved, the woman that saved him from death ... she didn't
believe him. She thought he was only going back to New Orleans, just
to be with his Ex-wife, probably just to screw around. " Rogue ...
dat non true... mah sister ... she's hurt ... someone did rape her.
Ah got to go back ta N'aw Orleans... " before Remy could even finish
his sentence, he felt a hard slap across his face, enough to knock
his head back and for his cheek to sting, the skin where he was hit
now showing a hand imprint on it.

"Do you think ah'm some fool, Remy LeBeau!? Since ah've lost
mah powers, you've never even once kissed me, or even made an attempt
to have sex with mah! Ah guess your ex-wife must be better at that
kind of thing than mah, huh? Ah can' believe you'd make up a story
that someone was raped, just to get away from me! How heartless can
you be!? "

"Me, heartless!? Look at you! Only t'inkin' about yerself!"
Remy spat out in pure anger. He had just about had enough of this
fighting and horrible accusations from Rogue. How could she even
think he would lie about something so serious? " You mus' be a sick
woman to t'ink dat ah'd use a story about a person gettin' raped to
go screw someone! How dare you! Mah sister, she's in de hospital...
dey ain' sure she gonna make it or non ... and you ... you only
t'inkin' about 'avin' sex an' touchin' mah! I shoulda known you'd be
so selfish an' cold, Rogue... " anger filling those re don black
eyes, Remy grabbed his suitcase and stormed out of the room, not even
looking back at the Southern Belle, who had an angry and shocked
looked on her face.

As soon as Remy moved down the steps and out the penthouse,
Rogue grabbed the phone, dialing an old friend or hers ... she needed
someone to talk to, especially right now. Her slender fingers, bare
without gloves, played with the telephone cord, waiting for someone
to pick up on the other line. Finally, she heard a click, as if
someone had just picked up the phone, then placed it to their ear. A
husky voice suddenly came through, answering her phone call rather
quickly.

" Hello? "

" Wolvie? " She asked, her green eyes lighting up a bit as she
heard his voice, just the person she wanted to talk to.

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Remy quietly sat down in his seat on the airplane. He didn't
bother to buy a first class ticket, just take any seat that was
available from New York City to New Orleans, as quickly as possible.
With a sigh, after a long time trying to get passed through the new
security that JFK had put up for terror attacks against the United
States, he was now finally seating, waiting for the plane to take
off. His read on black eyes stare blankly out the window that was
next to his seat, watching planes come in and leave the airport,
seagulls flying all around the airport, squawking like crazy, and the
baggage handlers taking the cargo to the planes. It felt like an
eternity just to get the plane going ... he had to get home ... he
had to go back to her ... he had to make sure she was still alive,
and that the damage done to her wasn't as serious as he thought.

A single tear ran down his face as he thought about his dear
Alisa. She had recently turned fourteen years of age, but looked much
older, even acted older at times. He enjoyed the letters she wrote to
him, telling him how she had made the School Honor Roll, how she made
the drama club and had a lead role in her school play, how much she
missed him and wished he could visit more often. Simple things like
that, he had taken for granted, thinking no harm would ever come to
the young woman. His nimble fingers slowly open up his wallet, the
one he kept hidden in his trench coat. Remy slowly opened it up and
flipped past a picture of Rogue, which just seemed to anger him right
now, and to the school picture of his sister, Alisa. Her hair was
primped up in a ponytail, a few long strands of auburn hair running
loose down her pale cheeks. Her red on black eyes showing her
happiness, for Remy knew how much she loved to get her photo taken,
especially school photos, for those were her favorite. He gently ran
one of his fingers over the picture, trying not to break down in
front of the other passengers. A small gasp escapes his lips, feeling
a hand over his shoulder, and a familiar voice speak to him.

"This seat taken, Cajun? " asked the rather short man. He only
stood at around five foot four, his body almost pure muscle, despite
his short height. he wore a red plaid shirt, with a pair of long blue
jeans, and a western looking belt buckle holding them up. Upon his
feet were a pair of well worn, brown, leather, cowboy boots, which
hardly did anything to change his height. The man has a rough looking
face, with long black side burns that went almost to his chin, his
hair was odd as well, for it looked almost like a wolf's mane at
times, the way it pointed in two directions. This man's name was
Logan, otherwise known of the X-Man code named Wolverine.

"What are you doin' here? Rogue send you to make sure ah wasn'
lyin' ... or she wan' you ta drag mah back to Sage's Penthouse? "
Remy asked, trying not to show his depression to the older man. His
lips curled down into a frown, those red on black eyes slowly looking
at Logan through their black shades, which Remy often wore to hide
the fact he was a mutant ... not wanting to freak out any passengers
on board.

"She called me up, sobbin' that you made some whole lie about yer
sister gettin' raped to go screw Belladonna... " Logan said in his
rough, husky voice as he slowly took the seat next to Remy, looking
at the young Cajun. " But I didn't buy that, Gumbo. She should know
by now you NEVER lie about yer family. Ever since she's lost her
powers, she seems to be obsessed with ya... "

"Den you believe me? " Remy asked, not even getting a chance to
let Logan finish his sentence, his eyes slightly wide beneath his
shades.

"O'course I do, Gumbo, otherwise I wouldn't be travelin' to the
Big Easy to help you out. " Logan gave a small smile to Remy, trying
to reassure him that he wasn't there to drag him back to Rogue, or to
accuse him of lying. His hand slowly reached over to Remy's, taking
the wallet from him and looking at the picture of the young woman. "
This is your sister? She's beautiful. "

"Yeah ... dat's her... Her name's Alisa ... jus' turned fourteen
t'ree months ago... " Remy's eyes downcast down to his sneakers, just
staring at them for a bit. He felt terrible, a feeling of guilt
washing over him as he stares at his shoes. *I'm her big broder... I
was supposed to protect her... *

"She's only fourteen ... and some bastard raped her? " Logan let
off a growl. This angered him very much, for how could any man do
this to a fourteen year old girl? Hell, anyone who does this to a
girl that young shouldn't even be viewed as a man in Logan's eyes. "
How bad is she, Remy? "

"Ah ... ah don' know. Mah father called in a panic ... said she
was in de hospital ... an' dat Lapin found her in an alley, covered
in blood ... he said de doctors weren' sure if she was gonna make
it... He told mah to come down as fast as ah could. " Tears finally
showed din his red on black eyes, slowly dripping down his face from
beneath those heavy sunglasses he wore.

"We'll get there soon, Gumbo... I'll help you nail the sonovabitch
who laid his hands on her. Now man's got a right to do that... "
Logan growled, slowly handing the wallet back to Remy, now noticing
the tears running down his face. A look of concern finally showed
upon Logan, he was worried the cajun could lose it any minute and
accidently set off his mutant powers of charging objects with knetic
energy, making anything into an explosive. " Gumbo? "

"She's only fourteen... nuthin' like dis was supposed ta happen to
her... Ah tried so hard to make her life perfect... Ah 'ad made sure
Jean Luc didn' turn her into a Thieves Guild Member ... dat he put
her in de best schools he could find, give her an education ah
never 'ad... de love an' support dat ah always wanted as a chile... "
Remy slowly looked up at Logan, his red on black eyes slightly puffy
from the tears he was shedding. Logan could tell this girl meant a
lot to him ... that he tried to give her the best of everything ...
give her the things Remy himself never had but always wanted. " But
dere was sumt'ing I missed... "

"What was that, Cajun? " Logan asked, trying his best to calm the
younger man down. He couldn't imagine what Remy was going through ...
how hard this must've been on him. How angry, frightened, scared, and
sad he must be feeling right now.

"Ah was never dere for her.... Ah left when she turned eight years
old ... when ah was banished from New Orleans. Ah den became an X-
Man ... an' ah never visited ... an' when ah was in New Orleans, she
was at school... We only talked t'rough letters fer years... I was
never dere to protect her... "

"Cajun, you did as much as you could for her... hell, you gave her
the life many lil' girls dream of, you made her yer Princess." Logan
looked at Remy, trying to see if he calmed him down at all. " You may
not have been there for her phsyically... but you were there for her
in spirit an' in her mind. You kept contact with her... you never
abandoned tha kid... " Then it struck Logan hard, like one of Ororo's
lightning bolts, it was now obvious why Remy felt guilty. " You think
she's gonna blame you fer non bein' there, don't you, Cajun? "

Remy's head lowered once more, he slowly would nod his head to
Logan... whom he knew was right. He truely felt guilt ridden that
Alisa, his baby sister, his Princess would blame her for not being
there, for leaving him after all these years, and allowing for some
monster to just pick her off the street and violate her in every way
possible. "Oui... it's true... "

"Remy... she ain' gonna blame you... no one is! You did as much as
you could for yer sister, as much as any man in yer position could
do. From what you've told me, she still sends you pictures an' writes
to you, so she loves you as much as you love her. She'd never balme
you for what you couldn't do... she'll love you for the fact you did
all you could to make her life the best any damn kid could have!"
Logan said, nearly shouting at Remy, trying to get it through his
thick skull that he wasn't to blame for this horrible act, and that
no one would blame him at all. Hell, Remy would blame himself for the
Titanic if he could... Remy lived at the mansion, always placing
blame on himself for things he had no control over. From the Morlock
Massacre which he had no control over, to eatting one of Bobby's
Twinkies, Remy would blame himself for it all and live in a world of
depression and self pitty. "Your sister wouldn't want to see you like
this, Cajun... she'd probably wanna see you with that smile o' yours,
talkin' to her about anything and just supportin' her t'rough this...
she don' need you to blame yerself for what you can't control in
life."

Remy looked at Logan with disbelieve in those red on black eyes. No
one had ever supported him this much, nor even took the time to tell
him that things were not his fault. Logan had a ring of truth to it
all, his sister would be scared and frightened, she'd need his
support, and not for him to drown himself in self pitty. Alisa needed
him now more than ever, and he was going to be there for her, no
matter what. He was now determended to help her, and show her that he
cared and loved her, no matter what this bastard did to her. One of
Remy's slender fingers slowly moved under his eyes, wiping his tears
away and slowly lifting his head, looking back at Logan with those
exotic red on black eyes of his. "T'ank you, Logan... you ain' got
non clue how much dis means ta mah... "

"Can it Cajun... it's gonna be a long flight. I had to calm you down,
I wouldn't be able to stand hearin' yah blame yerself an' sob the
entire flight!" Logan frowned, folding his arm across his chest,
trying to sound tough, like he had did earlier. He had never shown
that even the most feral man had a soft side... esspecially when it
came to Remy. *The others would have a good laugh at you for being so
mushy around him... then they'd know how much I really care for
him... I can't think like that right now! He needs me! I have to help
him and his sister. No one deserves to have that done to them, and
when I find that bastard, he's mine!*

Remy would slowly nod his head and stare out the plane window,
watching as it slowly took off. *Please hang on fer mah, chere...
ah'll be dere as soon as ah can... big broder gonna make everyt'ing
better... ah promise*

END OF CHAPTER 2

Spoilers:Chapter 3: A flashback of what happened between Alisa and
Sabertooth, what happens with Vargas learns that Rogue doesn't come
to New Orleans with Remy, and more of Logan's feelings towards Remy.
All revealed next Chapter, so bare with me, folks!

-Nicole Wagner: The Deadly Gambit