She had spent most of the day and part of the night wandering the streets. After her anger had softened and she realized she didn't even know where to start looking for her brother. The city alone seemed to have more people in it then all of Canada. She felt cold and defeated. She in the outskirts of the city somewhere, and decided to get a drink at the next bar. The bar wasn't very big and was pretty empty, which suited her fine. She walked in and took a seat, ordering a glass of whiskey. The man sitting down from her looked over. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, watching her. She downed the drink and ordered another. Not that she would get drunk from it, for it took a lot more then that to get her drunk. The whiskey just warmed her up a bit.

When she drank down the next glass, she saw the man's eyes widen. She looked over at him. "What, you never see a woman drink whiskey before?" she snapped at him. Then she sighed and looked down at the empty glass.

"I was just wonderin' if you needed a drinking partner, chere. You look like you tryin' to drown yourself in de glass." The thick Cajun accent rolled off of his tongue. His face looked as lonely as her own. *What the hell* she thought to herself. She smiled up at the stranger.

"You sure you want to add to your problems, buddy? I ain't gonna be much company," she told him frankly.

"Any company is better den none at all, chere. So what got you inside de bottle, anyway?" he said, moving to sit next to her.

She watched him move, studying his body language. *He moves well, athletic and well-balanced...* She shook her head. Just this once she didn't want to analyze someone. "I've been searching the city for my brother, and I ain't had much luck," she said, taking a small sip from the new glass in front of her. "What about you?"

"Woman problems, de best reason to drink alone." He smiled. He was charming and his smile seemed bright, sincere and refreshing. Not many people in this city smiled so freely. She smiled back. "Ah...I see. So this woman leave you for another man? I'd find that hard to believe." She gave a little laugh, looking at him over the rim of her glass as she took another sip.

He looked sad again. "I guess you could say dat. I don't t'ink de woman's real interested in eader of us right now, doe. So dis brother, how did you lose 'em?"

She looked down at the bar. "He was kidnapped when we were teenagers, but I think he's somewhere around here." She couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice; she emptied her glass again.

"You t'inkin' maybe he don't want to be found, chere?" he said, looking over at her.

"Maybe. I thought he was dead...I don't understand why he didn't look for me. I've spent most of my life looking for him." She sighed deeply. "I'm just tired of it all, the years I've wasted, the pain, everything...too damn tired."

"I 'ear ya, chere. I'm real tired of chasing Rogue too. Maybe we both need to forget about it for a while. You like motorcycles?"

"I like em okay. Why?" she asked, looking over at him again.

"You wanna take a ride, maybe let de wind blow de thoughts outta our minds?" He smiled at her again.

She shrugged, her face brightening up a bit. "Why not." She got up and left enough money for the drinks and grabbed her jacket. "Let's go."

They moved fast through the streets and out into the open road; he was warm and she liked the closeness as she held on to him. She was actually enjoying herself. She loved bikes, loved hearing the wind roar in her ears and push against her. They rode around most of the night and had stopped near a park outside the city to watch the sunrise.

"This was the first peaceful night I've had since I moved to New York," she said quietly while sitting next to him on a rock.

"Me too, chere, first one in a long time," he answered her.

"Guess it's de company."

She laughed. "Yeah, misery loves company. Hey, you never told me your name."

He smiled his charming smile. "You never told me your eider. I'm Remy."

"Nice to meet you, Remy. I'm Gabriel." She smiled back.

"So where you from originally, chere?" He asked her.

"Canada, actually," she said with a sigh, remembering her brother once again. She looked out across the park, "I really should be getting back home now."

"Sure t'ing. Come on, I'll drive ya home." He got up, lending her a hand off the ground.

The ride home was slow and made her feel very tired. She rested her head against his back and closed her eyes, opening then only to give directions. Just before they reached her building she noticed something strange. The scents coming from his jacket...she took a deep breath, trying to sift through the different scents.

Her eyes widened. It was there. The faint smell of her brother, but how?

She got off the bike when they arrived. "So how do I get a hold of you, if I want to do this again? You never told me where you lived."

He seemed to get a little nervous suddenly. "I live in Salem Center." He took out a piece of paper and wrote an number down. "Call anytime, chere -- just ask for Remy and I'll get de message."

He smiled.

"Thanks. You've helped me more then you could know." She laughed a bit and walked into the building.

*Funny how life is -- just when I stop looking, something falls right in my lap,* she thought to herself. *But how does he know my brother? I have the feeling, I find my new friend and I find my long-lost brother.* She smiled an evil-looking smile and turned to walk back out the door. *Well then, Salem Center it is.* She went into the small garage that was hers and took the tarp off her own small, sleek bike. She mounted and drove off. *Maybe my luck has just changed.*


As she got closer to her destination she picked up the scent of the Cajun and his bike. Ditching the bike in some bushes, she morphed into her cat form. Easier for her to track him that way. Wasn't long before she was at the gates of the Xavier Institute. *Well, this is interesting,* she thought as she looked at the mansion, still going through repairs. *This place sure took a beating.*

She looked around the grounds. She could recognize a well-secured building when she saw it. *Now, how the hell do I get in...?*

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