She had made the right decision. She had helped out the team by acquiring valuable information to put a stop to the secret government atrocities. She had done her part, made her contribution to making the world a better place. She would always have that small feeling in the pit of her stomach that she could have, should have, done more. But ultimately, she had far exceeded what she thought she was ever capable of doing in the first place.

Whether she liked it or not, (and right now she did) she was human. She was no longer a mutant and it was high time she appreciated what she had done when she took the cure. Upon meeting Remy, the plus side of the cure far outweighed the negatives. She could touch—physically touch another human being and she planned on doing just that. She wanted to touch him as much as possible before things went back to the way they were before.

It lingered in the back of her mind. Magneto. Mystique. Both had been subjected to the cure and both had their respective mutations returning. It meant that in due time, hers might also return. So, she had made the decision right there on that driveway. Right there while Remy kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She wanted to live out her human life in quiet tranquility down south, toasty warm and waking up with Remy's lips trailing across her body.

When, and even if, her mutation came back there would always be other battles, other monstrosities to be stopped by the X-men. Right now, Marie was simply Marie. In the end it was worth it to leave the way she did. She reasoned the team would be fine without her, they hadn't faired too badly without her last time on Alcatraz, or the past week she'd been gone.

She figured they understood. No one had stopped her from leaving. Not even Logan. She had expected Logan, of all people, to make a scene. He had always been the person she was closest to at the mansion. She had expected him to try and talk her out of it like he always did.

It meant only one thing.

She had Logan's blessing.

She had their blessing.

Playing superhero could wait. Her newly discovered life couldn't. She couldn't help but think that this was supposed to happen all along. When she looked over at Remy, she confirmed it.

Remy was smiling at her as their plane landed in the New Orleans airport. His eyes shone with a soft red glow. He was home, and couldn't have looked happier. Marie knew part of the reason was because she was with him, but his excited, child-like joy to be flying on the plane seemed a little unparalleled. He even ate her bag of pretzels when she wasn't looking, and spent most of the flight with his face pressed up to plane window rather than watching the tiny in-flight TV screen. She was sure everyone else on the plane thought he was first time flyer. He wasn't, it had just been a really long time since he was able to fly.

She had given Remy back his freedom, and he in turn, convinced her to enjoy hers. She had almost got him to say 'yes' to joining the team. Given more time, she knew he eventually would. He hated being apart from her, even if he wouldn't say it out loud.

When the time came that they were needed back with X-men, she knew Remy would join. Not only for her, but because deep down, underneath his tough, jaded demeanor, he really did believe in Charles Xavier's dream. He just wasn't ready to admit that, and he wasn't ready to face his demons and go back. When the time came for him to return, she would be with him.

They took a cab to Remy's apartment. He excitedly pointed out all his favourite places and places 'he just knew' she'd love. He leaned across her numerous times, pointing quickly at passing landmarks and rattling off explanations that tended to trail off into French. It was easy to share in his excitement. Marie hadn't been down south in years and although she'd been to New Orleans maybe twice at the most in her life, it still felt closer to home than New York.

The taxi stopped, as per Remy's directions, outside an old, red brick building with ornate metal sculpting making up the long shared balcony's elaborate design. Drooping plants hung lazily from planters, offsetting the stark white trim around the windows and frames. It was the sort of place she imagined he would live, something very classic New Orleans.

"We're here," Remy announced as though trumpets should have been playing in the background.

He eagerly took her up to his apartment, getting the key from an elderly man, who sat at a shabby desk in the front doorway.

"Nice to have you back, Remy," the man greeted, giving Remy a solid pat on the arm. "How long's it been?"

"Almost a year, Dan," Remy answered.

He quickly introduced Marie to the man named Dan, who turned out to be the landlord, and carried her bags up the narrow flight of stairs. Remy stopped at the door at the end of the hallway and fiddled with the key in the lock.

"If you don't like it, we can always move," he was saying to her, his voice just a smidge jittery.

She smiled, he was nervous about bringing her home. It was cute. There was no trace of that cocky, arrogant, self-assured man she knew as Gambit to be found here outside his door.

"I'm sure it's perfect," she reassured, pulling him into a kiss outside the door.

He abandoned the lock, choosing instead, to linger with her like lovers in a doorway.