You getting captured was the worst feeling Remy had ever had. He knew deep down it was his fault. He saw you get knocked out and stolen away from him. He knew the group that took you too. A buncha “for the greater good” scientists who claimed they were “fixing” mutants. It ate him alive. He could practically imagine those bastards drooling at the thought of using you for their twisted experiments. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them. And it didn’t help that it took weeks for the X-Men to track you down. He relentlessly paced around the mansion, it was like his whole world stopped while you were gone.

The news came one day. They had found you. It took everything in Remy to not drop everything and make a beeline for your location. But no, he was patient as much as his frayed nerves would allow. The X-Men made a plan and in they went after you.

So there was the team in some underground laboratory deep in the southwestern desert in New Mexico. It was a vast space and the team fought hard. Especially Remy, he was practically tearing through anyone in his path all in his effort to get to you. One very brief interrogation later (that involved him threatening some poor intern) and they knew where you were being held in a laboratory in the lower levels.

Remy busts down the door to see you strapped to a table. Covered in all sorts of wires and tubes with god only knows what being pumped into you.