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Warnings: Mature themes throughout the story, dealing with rape, torture and the psychological traumas of imprisonment in a concentration camp. Sexually explicit scene in Chapter 23.

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Author's Notes



Rogue storms down the long corridor to the Danger Room, closely followed by Eric. She seethes at the silently flashing yellow lights indicating that the mansion has been secured and is on stand-by alert status. She hears Scott's voice rising above Storm's a moment before she turns the corner. Rogue wastes no time in confronting him.

"Is this your idea of conductin' a therapeutic exercise session?"

Scott folds his arms across his chest as he turns to face her squarely.

"What do you know of Remy's involvement with Mr. Sinister?"


Rogue staggers against the wall, assaulted once more by the sudden vision of a fireball sweeping through a Seattle theater. Only this time, the lone survivor steps from the shadows and ashes into the cold light of the streets, fully revealed. Once more, she feels a dread fear weighing down on her. She needs to run, as fast and as far as she can. A single thought pounds through her mind, pulsing in time with her heart--don't look back. But she needs to know if the destruction was complete. Don't do it. The memory is as compelling as if it were her own, not merely a stolen moment of Gambit's life. She glances over her shoulder, reliving his nightmare as his foot catches and he falls.


She starts, surprised at Ororo's hands grasping her shoulders and the troubled expression in her eyes.

"Ah need to see him."

"I don't think that would be wise, Rogue."

"How smart was it o' you to push him too far?"

Scott's face turns crimson. Logan steps to her side.

"Ya need a hand, darlin'?"

"Ah think it would be best if ah did this one on one. Y'all knew ah was gonna have to face up to Remy sooner or later."

She steps into the Danger Room, letting the door engage and lock behind her with a metallic finality. The room is surprisingly quiet. Only the faint hum of energy and the soft padding of her bare feet as she walks over to the cell. Remy's eyes gleam crimson in the shadows, watching every step she takes. Rogue swallows. She has the distinct impression of being stalked.

"Hear ya been causin' the others some grief, Cajun."

He snorts.

"Grief? Y'don' know de meanin' a de word."

The stark planes of his drawn face and gray skin add an edge of truth to his words.

"It ain't just about New Genosha, is it? It's Seattle, too."

She hesitates.


A smile flickers across Remy's lips. He's as willing to indulge her as a cat is to patiently track a robin before springing the final, killing stroke. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette.

"Y'still don' know."

Rogue drops to her knees by his side. She reaches out, but he recoils from her touch. Her voice softly cracks.

"What did he do to ya, Remy?"

"Kept me alive."

The resignation in his voice clearly indicates that he considers Sinister's decision to have been less than merciful.

"This ain't livin' an' ya know it."


He exhales, sending another burst of smoke from his lips.

"T'ink maybe Logan understan' dat, too."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He snuffs the cigarette into nothingness.

"Sometime y'got to put a wounded animal out a it's misery."

Rogue's chin lifts defiantly.

"That ain't an option!"

Remy notices the sudden color flooding her cheeks, the added sparkle of anger brightening her eyes. A small part of him, somewhere deep within, realizes that she's fighting for him, that she's finally reaching out to help him. Unfortunately, the thief in him wins out, reminding him of too many other times when his loyalty has been misplaced. Her anger rekindles his own. His hands snake through the bars, grabbing the collar of her robe and pulling her close. His words are harsh, ragged.

"What y'got to offer t'keep me here, girl?"

His palms cup her breasts, adding meaning to his words. Rogue tries not to flinch, even when he runs his thumbs slowly around her nipples.



Rogue reaches up to remove the Genoshan collar from her neck. She tilts her face to his. She sees the sudden understanding in his eyes. More, she sees the sudden glimmer of hope shine through the pain. His is the look of a condemned man who, at the moment of his execution, finds reprieve. All he has to do, is believe in his own salvation. All he has to do, is trust the woman who betrayed him.

"You t'ink you dat good?"

"How good ah am is somethin' best experienced firsthand, sugah."

The corner of his mouth twitches at having his own words thrown back at him. Still, he knows what absorbing him will cost her. He's seen it before, when Rogue absorbed Gregory. The knot of anger tightens. He has been consumed by his need for revenge and now, Rogue has offered up the perfect solution. What better revenge than to have her understand, "firsthand", the torture he endured.

His mouth clamps possessively onto hers. He's surprised when her lips part willingly beneath his. One hand tightens in her hair, the other keeps her body pressed tight against his own. He hasn't held a woman like this since Nicola. A brief tingle of pleasure surges through his body before he succumbs to Rogue's powers. Blessed oblivion. Finally.


Continued in Chapter 22.


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