Remy stood on the left hand side of his father's desk with a somber face. On the right hand side was his adoptive brother Henri, and of course in between the two brothers was their father, Jean-Luc, sitting at the desk. Jean-Luc was currently in negotiations with a Logan Howlett, a fierce mutant man who owed the guild a favor. Remy knew his father had been saving this 'favor' for a very special occasion. Logan was a hard man to find and an even harder man to make a deal with, but there he sat glaring at all three men before him with an animalistic anger boiling just below the surface.

To be quiet frank, it unnerved Remy to the point he was taking a mental inventory of every deck of cards on his person. Eleven, there were eleven decks hidden in his various pockets. Remy didn't know this man very well but he wasn't totally sure eleven decks of highly charged cards could take this man down. He remembered his father telling him the man had a healing factor and adamantium coated bones along with six very sharp thirteen inch long blades that protruded from between his knuckles.

Nope, there was no way Remy could take this guy out with only eleven decks of cards.

"De Assassins wan' Remy here ta marry dere princess, Belladonna." Jean-Luc explained. "Dey say it'll help end de war." He snorted cynically. "Dey say dat Remy an' Belladonna unit de Guilds as one an' de war is over an' done wit'. But it is painfully obvious dat after dey tie de knot dat she gonna kill Remy so she Matriarch of de Thieves an' Assassins."

Logan sat there a moment staring at Jean-Luc; Remy had to admit the man had a hell of a poker face. "So what do you want me to do? Kill all the Assassins?" He asked in a gruff voice.

"Non," Jean-Luc said shaking his head. "We need dem around ta maintain de natural order o' t'ings." He lifted his head to look directly at Logan. "Ah need Remy ta be married."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You want me to get him a date?" He asked amused.

Jean-Luc didn't share in his humor. Logan didn't see where Remy's father was going with this and neither did Henri or Remy for that matter. "Ah know ya got a daughter Logan." He said.

And just like that the feral mutant was standing up with his fists balled up itching to hit something. "Leave my daughter out of this." He growled so low that Remy hardly understood him.

Remy himself was fighting very hard to maintain his composer, but being the hot headed man that he was it didn't last. "Ya can' be serious Pere." He asked turning to his father.

His father sent a quick glare in his direction, quickly shutting him up before turning back to Logan. "Dere's no other way around dis fo' us, ya de only one Ah trust outside o' de Guild wit' dis."

"She aint just my daughter, do you even know who her mother is?" Logan asked a small grin upon his features that made the hairs on Remy's neck stand at attention.

"Who?" Jean-Luc asked warily, he clearly hadn't thought that part out.

"Mystique." He said.

There was a string of French swears from every man in the room but Logan. "Dat doesn' change de fact dat Ah need dis favor." He said. "Ah'll give ya a few days ta t'ink it over, be back here in two days wit' ya answer." He told the man.

Logan growled and stalked out of the office. Remy rounded on his father after the door closed. "Ah'm no' marryin' a short mean blue furry woman." Remy declared.

"If de fille says oui, den ya aint gotta choice." Jean-Luc shot back at him.

"So either an Assassin or de pissed off offspring o' Wolverine and Mystique?" He asked increaduolsy. Who the hell had let those two reproduce was beyond him.

"Dis isn't up fo' discussion." Jean-Luc said ending the argument.

Remy glared at his father before turning on his heel and leaving the office. He would be damned if he would marry anyone against his will. If there was one thing Remy could be counted on to his death, it was that he refused to back down.

XxX

Two Days Later

Rogue stood between her father, Logan, and his best friend Wade, in front of a huge oak door. Logan claimed he wanted her to meet a friend of his but he wouldn't elaborate any further. This whole thing reeked of something she didn't want any part in, why else would he drag her all the way down here?

They stood in front of the large door for a few more seconds before it opened to reveal a man with dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"Monsieur Howlett." He greeted, his eyes flicked to Wade before landing on Rogue. He smiled before sighing and leading them into the house. They didn't walk for very long in the extravagant mansion, before she knew it, they were in someone's office. "We'll be wit' ya shortly." He told them before leaving and closing the door.

Rogue turned to her father who was looking around the office, probably for escape routes. "Are ya gonna tell me what Ah'm doin' here yet?" She asked annoyed in her southern accent.

"Just wait." Logan said. He sure as hell didn't want to be the one to tell her she was going to marry a thief. He loved Rogue very much but she had a temper that could rival an atom bomb.

Just as she was about to start an argument the door opened and in stepped the man from before with an older version behind him. "Welcome back Logan." The older man said as he walked around the desk to sit in the chair. He motioned for their group to sit down in the provided chairs but none took the offer.

"Jean-Luc this is my daughter Rogue, Rogue this is Jean-Luc head of the Thieves Guild." Logan introduced. "And of course everyone knows Wade."

Wade waved. "Hey thief's!" He said enthusiastically and was about to continue when he was interrupted by Jean-Luc.

"So what is your decision?" He asked Logan.

Again a grin appeared on Logan's features making the hair on the back of Jean-Luc's and Henri's neck stand up. "That's why she's here, you're gonna tell her what my options are for this favor you're calling in." He said as his grin spread into a full on smile.

Rogue turned her head to her father in confusion before turning a critical gaze back to Jean-Luc who suddenly looked paler. "Do ya know anyt'ing 'bout de Guilds, petite?" He asked her trying to find the best way to present this. It had been nerve wreking anough to propose to his own wife, God rest her soul.

"Yeah, the Guilds have been warin' for centuries." She said and crossed her arms in a very Logan-like manner.

"Oui, recently one o' our sources has informed us dat de Assassins plan on proposin' a treaty o' some sort. Deys want mon youngest son, Remy, an' dere daughter ta get married ta unite de Guilds. After de marriage dey would kill Remy so dey could be in control o' both Guilds. An' call moi soft but ah jus' can' bear de thought o' him dead at dere hands." He said.

Rogue raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.

"Yo' Pere here owes moi a very big favor an' Ah decided ta call it in. Either he has ta break inta an' steal information from SHEILD's headquarters or," Jean-Luc paused looking nervous. "You have ta marry mon son Remy." He finished hurriedly.

Wade immediately burst into hysterical laughing while Logan watched for Rogue's reaction. She stayed silent and stared at Jean-Luc in deep thought. "Ya want me ta marry ya son?" she asked. Jean-Luc nodded. "Ya said ya didn' want Assassins killin' him?" Again Jean-Luc nodded to the affirmative. "So ya want me ta kill him?" She asked, not quite grasping what he wanted from this.

"What non, Ah just wan' ya ta marry him so he don' die." Jean-Luc said hurriedly.

Wade was still laughing but managed to speak none the less. "You don't even know do you?" He managed between breaths.

Jean-Luc and Henri looked genuinely confused. "Ah'm a mutant." She told them hoping that would discourage them from their proposal.

"So is Remy." Henri said.

"My mutant power is ta drain the life out of any one Ah touch, Ah can' control it." She told them.

Now Logan was smiling again. "Ya are still our only option petite." Jean-Luc said after a tense moment of silence.

Rogue turned her attention to her father. "Are you seriously tryin' ta marry me off to get out of dealin' with Fury?" She hissed.

Logan winced. "Not entirely." He immediately regretted the words as her eyes grew darker and her face reddened in anger. He leaned in to whisper to her. "Look, you don't even have to stay down here. Once it's all over and down with you can come back up to the Institute."

Fury was likely to either extract another favor out of Logan that would be worse than this, or imprison him. Logan was not a thief because he didn't do stealth.

Rogue looked down and sighed. "Point me in the direction of the church." She said defeated.

"Aww my little Roguey is all grown up." Deadpool said while pulling her into a hug. Rogue pushed away from him and gave him a sour look.

Jean-Luc looked relived, "So how about we have the wedding in three days?" He asked hopeful. He didn't want to give the Assassins time to stop the wedding. Rogue nodded solemnly. "Bon den let's get de preparations underway." He had clasping his hand together.

"Oh! Oh! Can I walk Rogue down the aisle?" Wade asked jumping around looking like a child.

"No!" Logan barked.

"Ring bearer?" He asked just as excitedly.

"No." Rogue said unfazed.

"Flower merc?" He desperately begged, getting down on his knees to hug Rogue around her knees.

"No!" Everyone shouted in unison and Rogue kicked him off of her.

Rogue sighed; she was getting married to a complete stranger in a couple of days. It seemed to her that this life was asking her to sacrifice time and time again while she got nothing in return. She had never expected to get married, especially after her mutation manifested a couple of years ago. She looked at her gloved hands and sighed, he probably didn't want this any more then she did.

A/N

Yes, I do plan on finishing my other stories eventually. Now as those who have read this before, you'll notice I got rid of that god awful code because it was stupid and I must have been on crack at the time. Anyway I'll re-post all the chapters again and maybe even add a few more. It depends on if I get the writing bug or not. Anyway I hope you enjoy!