The past few hours were there but the memories sped by so quickly everything was blurry. The racing pace in which he circled the med-lab corner didn't help crystallize any thing either. It was a condition he should be growing accustomed to considering he experienced often since he had met Kyler.

He was not sure how long he stood in frozen silence gapping at the blood oozing from her body in Sinister's lab room. One moment the earth wasn't rotating and the next, it exploded into action, with events happening so quickly that he couldn't keep up.

Hank seemed to manifest himself out of thin air across from him on Kyler's other side, issuing orders to Scott and Logan for medical supplies while he examined her. Kyler was transferred to the blackbird within minutes. Looking a little worse for the wear, the other X-Men joined them for the flight home.

Remy could vaguely recall Storm offering words of comfort after boarding but he had been to immerse in guilt, anger, and pain to be soothed. Pain over Kyler's condition warred with anger at the world for allowing such creatures as Sinister to exist and guilt over his failure to protect her.

The feelings only intensified as he viewed Hank take blood and perform scans on Kyler before sealing the cut on her belly. Occasionally, he was able to catch glimpses of her face beyond the furry, blue doctor's back. Some color was beginning to appear in her cheeks and Remy prayed it was a sign she would soon be regaining consciousness.

God, how he longed to hold her! The first thing he would do when she woke up would be to get on his knees and swear he would never fail her again. Then, he would speak all the tender words of love that he had felt but been unable to say. Feelings, too confusing to describe in the past now had definition. He would spend the rest of his life making himself worthy of her love. He would redeem himself for failing to protect her.

"Where?" Remy stopped pacing to see Kyler's black, silky lashes fluttered open to reveal orbs of smoky gray filled with confusion and relief. She turned her head slightly and focused on the person in her line of vision. "Hank? Hank! My baby?"

Hank stiffened, looking over his shoulder at Remy giving him a wary glance, before answering her. "Kyler, I'm so sorry." He took hold of her hand and squeezed conveying comfort and sorrow through bodily contact.

Relief that soared in Remy's heart at her awakening quelled as he realized what Kyler had asked in a hoarse, broken whisper. Baby? No, she couldn't have said baby.

Alarm flared across her face as she noticed him approaching. Remy stopped at the bed his stomach tied in knots.

Hank gave Kyler's hand one last squeeze, released her and stepped back out of Remy's way. "I have some tests to run. I will return shortly to check on you." He paused on his way out and turned to Remy, shook his hand in regret and walked out the door.

Kyler pushed herself up to a sitting position, a hiss of pain escaping her lips. She took an inordinate amount of time to arrange herself on the bed before she acknowledges him at her side. "Rem, are you okay?"

She was asking him if he was okay? How did things get so turned around? He should be inquiring about her health, swearing vengeance some other than standing there like an idiot. He opened his mouth to say those things but the only word came out.

"Baby?"

She took a deep breath and locked her watery gaze to his as she answered him. "I was pregnant."

The quiet statement was like a sucker punch in the gut. The breezy confusion he felt before was nothing like the whirlwind of emotions flying through him now. So many questions and he didn't know where to start or even how to ask. It was fortunate Kyler answered some unasked questions on her own.

"I was still in my first trimester when Sinister..." Her voice broke. Her delicate hands balled into fists and she struggled to continue. "You were the father. I didn't tell you because I was scared. I was planning to tell you when we returned from the farm."

"Why you scared?"

The smile she gave him could only be described as sardonic. "I was afraid you'd want to do the honorable thing for the wrong reasons." She explained further at the lack of enlightenment on his face. "I wanted you to want to be with me not stay because I was having a baby. I wanted..."

She broke off again, buried her face in her hands to hide the tears now dripping down her cheeks. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry."

He didn't stop to think before he picked her up and settled himself on the bed, cradling her in his arms. He could feel her hot tears dampening his shirt. He stroked her hair and rubbed her back not knowing what else to do or say. Was there anything he could say that would ease a pain this great?

If there was, it wasn't forth coming off his tongue. Not surprising, considering his mind felt like an over full cloud waiting to pour. This day held too much, too much fear, too much anger, too much confusion, and too much love. Taffy didn't get stretched and pulled like this.

Kyler had been pregnant, a baby, his baby. No, he wouldn't think about that now. He couldn't. He just wanted to hold her for now and gain some comforted ease.

Remy rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his weary eyes. He went to sleep with the scent of her shampoo and the thought that there was too much emotion.

Hank shook Remy's shoulder and called softly. "Wake up, Rem."

Remy blinked his way back to wakefulness slowly. "Oui?" He asked on a yawn.

"I need to examine Kyler again. It is best if she rests in a prone position today."

Remy understood that Kyler required further medical treatment but he was reluctant to let her go. He slipped out from under her when a horrible thought struck him. "You knew, Henri!" He whispered furiously. "You knew an' you didn' tell me."

Hank turned and walked out the lab doors. Remy was stunned that he had walked away but swiftly recovered to follow. He came to a screeching halt just outside the door where Hank stood waiting.

"Kyler shouldn't be disturbed by this. I am sorry for not informing you but I could not. She is my patient. She requested time to grow accustomed to the pregnancy and as her doctor I had to respect her wish of privacy."

"What bout Gambit rights?" It Gambit babe!" Remy shot back.

"I have a duty to the physical and emotional well being of my patients. I recognize your rights but her emotional stability was my foremost concern."

Remy didn't want to hear excuses, logical or not, right now he needed a target and he found him in Hank. "You knew and you didn' do nothing' t' stop her goin' wit us."

Hank gave Remy a pained look. "That isn't fair, Remy." He said quietly. "It wasn't my decision."

Hank's words gave Remy pause in his tirade. The professor was a telepath, a telepath that scanned Kyler's mind. She couldn't have hidden something like that from him. He must have known and he let her go. Remy wondered if Jean knew as well. Did everyone know but him? If they did how could they keep something like this from him?

Energy streamed through his veins like hot lava demanding a path of release. He whirled away from Hank and ran down the hallways to the Danger Room. Fortunately, it wasn't occupied.

Remy punched in his code and pulled out some cards. When red glowing eyes began to head for him he smiled with grim satisfaction and let the power flow.

The rush of adrenaline that had propelled him for the first two hours of combat was beginning to wane. Remy picked his way through the rubble of fallen sentinels, muscles aching and his breathing labored, he focused on the new threat before him.

A sentinel targeted him and pierced its laser beams in his location forcing him to drop and roll out the line of fire. Remy leaped to his feet, cards energized in retaliation when the sentinel vanished and the overhead lights flashed on.

"What de hell?" He craned his neck and tried to peer through the glass of the control room but he could not detect anyone. Knowing the computer didn't shut itself off; he walked to a wall near the door, leaned against it and waited. The wait was short lived for no sooner than he had settled himself, the door opened.

He expected someone earlier. The professor wouldn't want animosity to settle and would naturally send someone to talk to him. When Logan strolled in, taking Remy's measure, as he approached. Jean or maybe Hank even Scott or the professor himself wouldn't have stunned him but the feral man headed his way certainly did.

He quickly concealed his surprise and watched Logan lean on the wall beside him before speaking. "Got it out of your system yet, kid?"

Remy didn't feign to misunderstanding Logan's meaning. "Oui. No. Don' know."

"Decisive ain't ya." Logan clamped a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, I need a smoke."

Remy said nothing, wondering why he wasn't protesting the other man's company, as Logan led him from the Danger Room to the back patio. The exercise had exhausted him of the harsh anger but replaced it with a strange disquiet that pitted in his belly. Perhaps talking to someone, even Logan, will help him gain a feeling of solidity again.

"Why you?" He asked of Logan when they stopped at a wooded area past the patio.

"Volunteered."

Remy's eyebrows rose over that one. "Why?"

"You doubt the fonts of my wisdom, Cajun?"

Remy was amused by Logan's ruff growl. The load sitting on his shoulders felt a little lighter as he relaxed enough to tease. "Didn' know you had any, mon ami."

Refusing to response to the quip, Logan busied himself with the cigar's he favored, leaving Remy to wait until it was lit. "No one meant to keep secrets from you. It's a pregnant lady's prerogative to tell spill the news to her man. We respected her wishes to tell you herself."

"She didn'."

"Mad about that?" Logan asked.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to admit to Logan how angry he was that Kyler didn't confide in him. She knowingly put herself in a dangerous situation that cost them the life of their child. If he had only known, he would have never allowed her to accompany the team.

Now, with her silence and his failure to protect her, he would never have a chance to watch her grow ripe and round with the babe. Yes, he was angry with her but he still cared and that kept the disappointment in check.

"Ya know," Logan paused briefly giving Remy time to retreat from his private thoughts, "I heard women can get real insecure when their expecting. Think on it." He bent at the knee crushing his cigar in the dirt. He straightened and headed back to the mansion leaving Remy alone.