Disclaimer: If I owned Marvel, it would be me walking into the sunset with Remy LeBeau

Epilogue

"You better watch yourself, bub."

Remy turned to glance at Logan, or as Marie had affectionally deemed him, Wolverine. He wasn't so convinced that the man was quite that ferocious, he had a bite on him for sure and Remy wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of him in a fight.

But he saw the way that Logan looked at Marie.

No one with that much affection in his heart could ever be as ferocious as a rabid Wolverine.

"Play nice, Logan" Marie threatened, threading his fingers through Remy's and squeezing his hand.

"Don't worry yo'rself, chere" Remy grinned, squeezing her hand in return and running his thumb along the top of hers. "Me an' de Wolverine gonna have a lot t' talk about, hein?"

Logan rolled his eyes, "Just keep your hands to yourself when I'm in smelling distance."

"No one knows what your smelling distance is, Logan" Kitty laughed, clapping her hands together.

Remy didn't think he had ever seen anyone so happy. Whenever he so much as reached over to flip Marie's hair out of her eyes, Kitty's face practically split in half with a smile.

He guessed it had something to do with finally seeing Rogue happy with someone, maybe finally seeing Rogue with someone she could touch. Whatever it was, Remy was more than happy to be the source of such joy.

It was certainly new experience.

"Don't forget he's only on probation" Scott called from the cockpit, "If it weren't for that collar, he wouldn't be here at all."

To say that Scott hadn't been happy about the idea of Remy as an X-Man was an understatement. He had all but put his foot down in denial when Marie had explained the situation.

Even when she had produced the collar and begged them all to believe he was willing to change, Scott had still looked at him like he was a snake that needed to be squashed.

It wasn't until Marie had rolled her eyes and implored that Xavier's was about second chances that they had all yielded.

Remy might have mentioned that he would be coming to New York regardless, and they couldn't keep him away from Marie, so why not put him somewhere they could keep a close eye on him?

Said Wolverine had been a big fan of that idea.

"Yo' sho' are a hard crowd t' please" he shook his head and grinned at Marie. Remy leaned in and placed a kiss under the shell of her ear, he still loved the way she shivered under his touch, "'Least de Chaton likes me, non?" he whispered, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin.

Marie turned to glare at him, "She'll be tha only one in a second, Swamp Boy."

"Don't be sore" he teased.

"What did I say about touching?" Logan growled, turning to throw the two of them a glare.

"I believe yo' said no hands, mon ami" Remy winked.

Kitty laughed and Marie rolled her eyes.

"We're coming in now" Scott called as the plane took a sharp turn that had Remy gripping on his seat.

He wasn't a bad flier, but if he'd had his way, he would be the one in the cockpit.

Marie leaned over him to look out of the window and catch her first glance of the Mansion. Remy followed her gaze, moving his fingers to stoke the bare skin on the back of her neck.

He just couldn't help himself. Even now from the innocent touch of his fingers she was biting her lip and gripping onto his knee as though she was moments from losing control of herself to some undeniable pleasure.

Remy laughed and leaned over to nip on her earlobe with his teeth.

She closed her eyes and let out a breathily little moan.

"I'm warning you, Gumbo" Logan's menacing voice came from behind them.

Marie turned to shoot him a glare but he just grinned charmingly back, she wouldn't be able to stay mad at him for very long.

Marie leaned back into her seat to brace herself for landing and Remy moved away from her, choosing to keep their fingers intertwined as Scott brought the plane down into what appeared to be some sort of basement.

Remy looked around interestedly as Logan quickly undid his buckles.

"I need a drink" he muttered, climbing out of the plane before the gangway was all the way down.

"Come on, Cajun" Marie muttered, un-clickling her seatbelt and refusing to look him in the eye. "Let's see what more trouble yah could possibly get inta."

Remy was sure she was mad about something, and he was probably about thirty seconds away from an ear bashing, but he was too interested in his surroundings to placate her just now.

He watched as the gangway moved down and displayed a large metal room that appeared to be a hanger bay. Planes of all sizes littered the space and Remy's mouth fell open in awe.

He turned to Marie to ask her where exactly she had brought him, only to find her still glaring at him.

He guessed that ear bashing might be over due.

"Now, listen here Swamp Rat" she started, jabbing her finger into his chest. "Ah ain't used tah this bein' touched business so yah need tah stop movin' at 400 miles per hour."

Remy didn't think they were moving so fast.

But then, Marie wasn't anything like the other girls he had been involved with. There was a reason behind her innocent reactions to his touch that had to do with a lot more than just attraction. He'd have to remember that in future.

He opened his mouth to reassure her that he was a complete Southern Gentleman, and he would never do anything to immune a lady's honour.

That was until she spotted their welcome party.

There was a tall girl with long red hair and searching green eyes, she wasn't looking at them but her eyes darted nervously over the Blackbird. The other was a young man, he had spiky blonde hair and icechip blue eyes. Eyes that were fixed on Marie, but couldn't help occasionally flicking to glare at Remy.

Was this the famous ex-boyfriend?

Remy didn't get the chance to ask, before he knew what was happening Marie had thrown her arms around his neck and planted a kiss right on his lips.

Well, he certainly wasn't one to miss a chance when it was given. He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her against him until every part of them was touching.

He could probably stay like this forever.

Unfortunately Rogue pulled away from him, her face slightly flushed and her eyes staring guiltily at the ground, "Ah'm sorry" she murmured, "That weren't real mature."

He wondered for a second what she could mean before he caught sight of the blonde mutant again. The guy looked about ready to put his fist through a wall. His hands were clenched together and his eyes were hard as stones.

Remy grinned. He never could resist the opportunity to show off.

"Fo'get mature" he said, grabbing her wrist and reeling her back into his arms, "Dat sho' is overrated, an' Gambit like dis side t' yo'."

Marie laughed to hide her blush and buried her face into his chest.

"Dis why dey call yo' Rogue?" he murmured in her ear.

Her blush deepened and she attempted a weak glare, "Stop embarrassing meh!"

"But yo' so cute" he teased, kissing her on the nose.

"Would you two stop before I gag" Kitty said, barging between the two of them and forcing them apart. It seemed her happiness did not stretch as far as public displays of affection. She grabbed a hold of his hand and started dragging him off the plane, "Come on, we have so many introductions!"

"I see dat" Remy muttered, casting a wary eye back to the mutants in the hanger bay. The blonde boy was still glaring at him as though his stare might put a hole through Remy's head. The girl was glancing between the two of them with a furrowed expression as though she was confused about something.

He suddenly felt a pressure against the static shield around his mind and understood.

She had to be a telepath.

He couldn't help but grin.

Behind him, Rogue laughed at something.

"Welcome tah the X-Men, Remy LeBeau."

I can't believe it's finally over! I started writing this story in 2015 and I honestly never thought it would have an ending. That is all down to you lovely people who read it and wrote a review. Seriously, thank you all so much!