"We need to go after Remy," Storm said as she headed to the door, "We cannot just let him leave without knowing where he is going."

Warren quickly pulled her hand off the door knob. The glare in Storm's eyes was the very glare a mighty Bengal Tiger might give before leaping upon its helpless prey or a fearsome Great White Shark might give before devouring a tasty dolphin. That glare shot straight at Warren, not him nor anybody else would stop her from comforting her friend and anyone who would try, especially after the horrible day she had been having, would learn a painful lesson.

"And why not?" Warren asked with hatred in his tone, "Why can't we just let him leave?"

Storm looked down at Warren's hand, still grasping her wrist. She knew that Warren had all right to be upset at Gambit for the loss of his original wings...and that was the only reason lightning did not strike him right there. As she pulled away lightning flashed illuminating the evening sky. That would be the only warning she would give. "He is an X-Man, that is why."

He stretched his wings and threw his head up, "He's an X-Man? If he's an X-Man then we weren't be talking about his involvement in a massacre! An X-Man wouldn't do that!"

"He was not an X-Man yet!" Ororo tried desperately not to think about hitting Warren with the lightning bolt but it was getting so, so hard. "We cannot judge a man by our standards when he wasn't a member of our team at the time!"

Joseph rose from the wooden kitchen chair and said, "Hitler was Atheist. So by your logic, we wouldn't be able judge him by any rules of an organized religion because he didn't belong to them."

"Joe...Joe...Joe, c'mon here," Wolverine almost smiled as he spoke, "LeBeau is not Hitler! He's as far from Hitler as anyone can possible get. Hitler knowingly and unremorsefully orchestrated the mass murder of millions of people. LeBeau on the other hand did so little in that massacre that I didn't even smell him there! He didn't have much impact on anything! At all!"

"Well maybe you smelled wrong."

"Nope. I'm right." Wolverine cocked his head to one side as in thought, "Unless...I had a head cold that day and my nose was congested. Hmmmmmmmm, no...wait, that's impossible, just forget it, I have a healing factor."

"LeBeau is still a cold-blooded killer," Psylocke professed from the shadows. The ninja had remained relatively quiet throughout everything but it was obvious that she had decided which side she was loyal to.

"Gambit is as much of a killer as Santa Clause is a cannibal."

Bobby, head lowered and very confused, quietly replied, "Explains why Santa's fat, Jean."

Jean Grey sent a nasty glare over at Bobby and shook her head only to bring her attention back to Psylocke. "We have no evidence that Gambit is a 'cold-blooded' killer besides Joseph's words. Let's not jump to conclusions here."

"But Jean," Psylocke began, "I saw it with my own eyes. I saw what Gambit had done for myself."

"Betsy how did you see it? There would no possible way!"

"I looked."

"But when we got to the tunnels no one who even remotely looked like Gambit was there."

"Not in the tunnels, in his mind. After Rogue had kissed him and put him in a coma I sensed something was wrong so I looked. It surprised me greatly when I found out that he was a soulless monster."

Jean narrowed her eyes as she looked upon her teammate, "When he was in a coma you went into his mind?"

Very coldly Psylocke answered, "Yes."

"Wonder wat dey be sayin' in dere?" Gambit pondered as he brought his knees up to his chest. Perched upon the top of the house, enduring the sheeting rain and the lightning he could answer his own question. "Probably some'din' about me."

The moment he had feared most had come, being finally shunned away. 'Dought dat one person would stand by me, guess I don' even deserve dat. Perched upon the top of the house he hadn't the slightest clue what was being said about him. He hadn't the slightest idea that some people did not forsake him for his past sins. It might be a small number but still more than he thought he would have.

The lightning stuck again. Just a little closer Stormy. Just a little closer den you'll have me dead. It seemed to strike every few minutes. Remy knew that Storm had to be extremely angry, the weather reflected it. Everyone must be angry, knowing what he had done.

"You conniving little bitch!" Jean shouted as she jumped at Psylocke. The force of the collision made both fall to the floor and Jean drove a dozen solid punches into her body. "You don't go into a comatose person's mind! We were taught never to do that!" A shattering sound was heard as Jean's fist connected with Psylocke's face.

"Catfight!" Wolverine yelled as he sat up on top of the table for a better view.

Soaring into the middle of the fight, Warren put both his hands upon Jean's shoulders and tried to drag her off. Suddenly a telekinetic field appeared around Angel and he floated up higher and higher until his feet touched the ceiling and he remain stuck there. "Let me down!!!! Please!" he pleaded.

Charles could only look up and see one of his original students stuck to the kitchen ceiling like a common pancake. As he lowered his gaze and he was horrified at the scene before him, two of his students duking it out on the floor and Wolverine almost selling tickets for it. What horrified him more than that was that the victim almost deserved it. No telapath should ever go into someone's mind without permission. That wasn't the right thing to do but neither was attacking your teammates.

A psychic knife appeared in Psylocke's hand and launched at Jean's throat but a simple thought flung it swirling across the linoleum floor. Scott just in the niche of time leaped over the swirling blade and attempted to brake up the fight. "Jean, no matter what Psylocke has done it doesn't mean you can try to kill her. Now come on, get off of her!"

Jean looked up for the briefest of moments at her husband, "Figures you would stand up for her. You always did have a thing for her! I always knew it!" Scott then started to float upwards.

"Jean...I don't have a thing for her! I love you! I'm on your side!"

Jean was surprised by her husband's words and yelled back, "You're on my side?"

"Of course I am, Jean! Can I come down?"

Wonder wat all dat noise was. Remy was content on wondering, he wouldn't go down and take a peak at what his fellow teammates were doing. They wouldn't want to see him, he believed whole heartily, they would just want him to leave them alone.

Dey decide wat to do wid me soon. Probably tell me to leave and never come back. To bad dis all ain't some supervillain's plot to take over de world, I wouldn' come across so bad. He fumbled about with his cigarettes trying to light one but the rain kept putting it out. Remy took the whole pack and threw it as far as he could. As they hit the distant ground the temperature around him dropped.

"C'mon God, give me a break! My friends hate me, I'm soaked, I can' light one cigarette, and now you had to drop de temperature! Do you like screwing around wid me?" He stood up upon the roof and spread his arms and looked up at the sky. "Like seein' me suffer? Wat is it? I'm de one sinner in de world you don' like? Is dat it? People say I should pray to you and I'll find hope and my life get better! Well give me one damn hint on how to make my life better right now 'cause if did ain't a prayer for help I don' know wat is?"

"Did you here what he said?" Joseph questioned the team, "Our fearless leader sides with LeBeau!"

Bishop came forth from the shadows and quietly approached the center of the room, "A rattlesnake doesn't change what it is because it sheds its skin. LeBeau can't and never could be trusted."

His words set up the battlegrounds, his statement was either true or false, there was no middle ground. There was only two sides, with Joseph or with the Gambit sympathizers. Charles looked on and saw only four of his students standing up for one of their own, one only there because of Jean. The rest of the team, the majority, stood behind Joseph. He knew he had to reunite the team the best he could. Maybe they just need time to think clearly.

"X-Men," the Professor beckoned, "maybe we should all think about this matter privately for a little while, take some time out to consider all the options. Meanwhile, I will find Gambit's location but I will keep it secret unless he is in grave danger. The only thing I will tell you is if he is still on the grounds. Is that all right?"

There were a few uneasy glances but finally all nodded and headed to their individual rooms to think about everything that had happened in a few short hours.

Storm headed to her attic room and listened to the pounding of the rain against her windows. There is a lightning bolt for Joseph, Warren, Betsy.... am I missing anybody? Well Bishop does not know Gambit well enough, I will spare him. Lowing her eyes to the floor she made a simple vow, "If anything should happen to Remy because of this, may mercy come upon all of their souls, they will certainly need it."

"Poor kid," Wolverine mumbled as he entered his room, "can't pull that 'get out of horrible past free with amnesia card.' If this is how they react to the Cajun's past then imagine what they'd act like with mine if I didn't have that card. They'd take me outside the grounds and stone me!"

"Scott, you did the right thing before."

"I only did it because I know you're are always right Jean."

Jean smiled as she looked at her husband, "I know that silly, but you still did that right thing."

"Thank you. I love you Jean."

"I love you too."

"Jean by any chance did you ever let Warren down?"

"Don't worry Scott, I did the right thing."

"Jean has a good left hook I'll give her that but I keep thinking I forgot something. What could it be?" Psylocke looked around for a moment. "Warren."

She ran back down the stairs and looked up to see Warren still stuck to the ceiling. "Come on help me! Please! Anybody? Jean let me down!...... Betsy is that you? Can you get me down? The blood is rushing to my head!"

Psylocke strained and strained but to no avail. "Sorry I can't, Jean's holding you there, but I can come up."

"Alright."

Joseph led Rogue gently by the hand to her room. He slowly opened the door and pushed away the huge poka dot teddy bear that stood guard against trespassers, especially Cajun ones that were incredible erred out by the strange-looking bear. They sat down beside each other on the bed.

"A lot of things are known now that weren't before so I'll leave you alone so you can have time for this all to sink in. "

"Joseph, how do you know that Remy's such a monster?"

He placed his hands upon her's and pulled the gloves away. Taking her bare hands he asked, "Do you love me?"

"Of course I do, Joseph."

"Then trust me on this." Joseph stood up and walked to the door and gently closed it behind him, leaving Rogue alone.

"But Ah love Remy, too..."