DISCLAIMER: I do not own Marvel, nor Marvel characters. Those belong to the artists and writers who came up with them.
Author's Note: Deirdre does belong to me. Also those of my fans who have read this story already. I've republished it with new never before read chapters and a new ending. I hope you guys will re enjoy this story. Because of my limited internet access I will be updating two chapters every time I have wifi connections. So instead of getting the whole story in one giant bound, you get two chapters a week (which is when I normally get on with wifi connection). You will see German in this story, I'm still not good with German, so if there is a German word or sentence that is wrong please tell me. All German that you will see in dialogue will be in Italic. -Was (pronounced as Vas) means what?
Dreams
Feet padded within the abyss of a dream, the rush of a panic heartbeat echoed within a chaotic nightmare. Past devoured the mind, enclosed it in a cocoon of fear and pain. Of lost long gone by the passing of time. A figure stumbled forward into the rippling images of the mind. The small form tripped and panicked with the approaching orange glow of flame. It wheezed and fought to stand, petite pale arms reached beneath its form to lift the small lithe body up from the ground. It pushed forward, heart pulsing within its chest. The form bounded forward and fell into the arms of a demon.
Grey orbs looked up to meet the cold emotionless red gaze of a red skinned figure. He looked down at the small form within his arms, and gazed into clouded gray orbs that became lost within faded memories trapped within the dream. The soul within the dream, a young girl, no more then twelve, gazed up at the demon staring sternly in front of them. The panicked soul whipped around to face a mob of angry blank faces. She felt the illusion of his grip on her shoulder as he pulled her closer to him, felt the quickening of her breath as he spoke. She felt as if all would be fine.
In a whirlwind of smoke that enriched the dream with the smell of brimstone, the images of the dream swirled around her within the mind teleporting the dreamer to another time, another memory from the past.
Years past quickly within the dream aging the young girl of twelve into a ripe woman of the age of twenty. The woman stood before the demon from her past, stared intently at his stern gaze. She growls, a feral gesture that brought amusement onto the creature before the dreamer. She stepped forward moving slowly around the demon standing straight. She twisted her wrist and twirled two blades within her palms. The dream remembers the feel of the medium weighted daggers that danced between her fingers. The dream etched and played the dance that occurred on that day.
Steal hits steal, blade sang with another pairing, echoing the chores within the illusion. The woman and the demon moved to a silent rhythm, their blades caressing one another.
Blood dripped down her arm, pooling at her feet. The dreamer looked down noticed this and realized that what she saw never happened. The dream surged around her, devoured her mind and mutated the memories into nightmares.
The soul stood in a pool of blood, blades unsheathed at her side, their handles clasped tightly in her hands. Her gaze advanced around the swirling images of memories and fears. Images clashed, dreams and memories formed into nightmarish sights.
The blades dropped from her hands, echoing the clanging of steel against hard ground within her dream. She spun and faced the many images fighting to solidify as a stationed image amongst a river of fantasies. Her hands rippled to her ears, clasping them shut. She breathed heavily. Her heart beat fast. Panic rose within the pit of her stomach. She screamed.
She startled awake, and clasped her chest as she sat up in bed. The woman sighed, pulled her feet over her bed and dangled them their, touching her toes to the cold floor. She sighed and rested her hands to each side of her.
"My dreams are getting darker Az…" She murmured to herself as she stood up, "My memories are morphing into nightmares…" She sighed and walked to the window, "Is it your doing? Or am I just being taunted by my fears?" She rubbed her face with her palms, and then slowly pulled back the curtain from her window. "Two years Az," She began staring out into the bright daylight. "I haven't seen you for two years…" She exhaled and studied the activity below her window. "Two years and eight months…"
She smiled warmly at the sight below her, and gently allowed her fingers to slip slowly from the curtain. The hanging cloth gently rested against her arm. She placed her hand on the window frame and peered down below her. Her eyes studied the activity below and smiled warmly before pushing away from the window and turning to face the emptiness of her room.
"Two months," She told the emptiness. "I've been here for two months…"
She took in a deep breath and headed for her dresser where she pulled out an outfit, slipped it on, and then walked to the door of her room. Her room was ordinary with only a few little personal things dotting the interior, as well as a miniature bookshelf placed up beside her window.
The bookshelf was dotted with books about wolves, hawks, Nordic myths and legends, the different species of dogs and cats, and language guides for Norwegian, German, Gaelic, and Dutch.
She sighed, and quickly spun on her toes and headed for the bookshelf. She grabbed three books, held them up to her chest and then returned to the door of her room. She opened the door and slipped out heading down the hallway and toward the lower floor of the institute.
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"Hey there chère," called a southern accent from behind her.
The woman sighed, and slowly closed the book she had been reading. "Gambit, how many times have I told you not to call me that?"
The man sat down beside her, forcing the woman to quickly snatch up the three books she had placed neatly beside her and switch them to her other side. She neatly stacked them, fixing the edges so they stayed stationed upon each other.
"Since ya first came here," Gambit answered.
She sighed, "really Gambit?" she questioned locking his crimson brown eyes with her gray ones. "You know how those little names of yours annoy me, why can't you just call me Deirdre or D,or Deir? Like all the others do?"
Gambit grinned, "Why don'cha call me Remy?"
Deirdre just stared at him, and then glared turning her sights in front of her.
"I thought so!" He laughed leaning forward and looking at her. There was a small pause between them.
Silence ate at the corner of their minds.
Remy sighed, "What's the matter chère?"
Deirdre's eyebrows twitched and she slowly eyed Gambit from the corner of her eye.
Gambit laughed.
"Okay, sorry." He shook his head, "What's wrong Deir?"
Here she smiled, but then frowned quickly. "I have much on my mind…"
"Are ya afraid these people don't like ya? Feel like an outcast?"
"I am an outcast Gambit."
Gambit snorted, "You a outcast? Ha! You're just shy." He playfully punched her arm, "get out there and befriend more of the others, I'm sure you'll find many who want to be your friend." He then gave her a sly wink, "maybe find yourself a man…or a lady, if you swing that way."
She held back a laugh, "Gambit I have friends. You and Rouge…" She sighed, "as for a relationship…" She smiled warmly, "I already have my eyes set on someone."
She felt Gambit scoot closer to her, his leg touching hers. "Whoa now chère, tell me. Tell ya old friend Remy, who this crush is."
Deirdre laughed, "I'm not gonna…"
"Deir?" A soft German accented voice touched her ears.
She turned slowly to see Nightcrawler standing behind the two of them. He was wearing the hologram of a normal looking man. Black hair cut short and a little shaggy, and blue eyes that glimmered with a hopeless glint.
Deirdre sighed and stood up.
"Kurt?" She asked using his real name. She smiled warmly toward the teleporter, but then frowned. "Why are you wearing that?" She asked a little harsh.
"I…"
Gambit fidgeted, and then stood up. "I think I just found my answer," he stated smiling and countering Deirdre's glare with a big grin. "I'll leave you two alone then." He bowed, and then turned away and walked for the mansion's doors.
Deirdre turned to face Kurt once Gambit had vanished into the towering building. She sighed, closed her eyes and shook her head before sitting back down. She could feel Kurt's uneasiness. It was one of her abilities.
As an empath, a type of telepath that reads peoples emotions and can connect to them on an emotional level, she could easily feel the teleporter's sadness. Deirdre smirked and glanced behind her to where the man still stood. She patted the empty spot where Gambit once sat.
"Sit," She said with a smile, welcoming him to the bench.
He did, hesitant at first, but soon the man hidden behind a façade sat beside her. His gaze did not meet hers. Instead he looked in front of him.
Deirdre smiled warmly in his direction, her eyes caressing the false image.
"You know you don't have to wear that thing around me," she began bringing his eyes to meet hers.
Kurt sighed, "You've only been here for two month, and we've only talked twice during that time…" He fell silent for a moment, "I did not vish to frighten you."
Deirdre shook her head, "Kurt you can't frighten me."
His eyes focused on her, but he kept silent.
Deirdre sighed and then stood up.
"You know, I've been wanting to do this for a while now." She begun to say as she walked and stood in front of him.
She placed her hand out for him to reach, "I'm known as Wolf." She introduced herself, receiving a questioning look from the teleporter, "but you can call me Deirdre." She smiled, "I didn't get a chance to thank you for saving me back there." She laughed softly, "I would have been hurt badly if you hadn't teleported me out of the way."
Kurt smiled softly and rose from the bench, he took her hand in his and his hologram faded away revealing Kurt as he truly was.
Blue, slightly furry with dark indigo hair. His yellow eyes still held a hint of hopelessness. "Kurt Wagner, but they call me Nightcrawler." His accent purred as he spoke, "and you're welcomed Deirdre."
She smiled at him, "Two months," She began with a small laugh at the end of her words. "I should have done this earlier."
"Huh?"
Deirdre smiled and unwillingly slipped her hand from his, "To thank you, and to talk to you…" she held back another laugh, "but every time I found you and wanted to talk to you, you would always teleport before I could reach you, or…" She shook her head, "or Wolverine was with you."
Kurt smiled, but did not ask about her uneasiness toward Logan.
Deirdre's hand fell to her side, and silence dropped over them for a moment.
"Kurt?" she began. "Want to come walk with me?"
Kurt smiled, "I would like that."
They walked side by side, Deirdre stood to Kurt's right her arms were tightly wrapped around her three books she had brought with her.
Kurt looked down and studied the bindings of the objects.
"Those books?" He began.
Deirdre looked up at him and smiled, "One is on wolves, one is on the myths and legends of the Norse gods, and the last one is." She blushed softly, "I'm trying to teach myself different languages, and today I decided to practice a little German…"
Kurt glanced down at her and smiled warmly, "Need help?"
"Yes," she answered quickly, glancing up and meeting his yellow gaze.
Magnificent, that's what she thought when she looked up at him.
After that silence befell them, Deirdre sighed and took a moment to glance behind them. She watched as Kurt's tail weaved behind him. She smiled, and then turned her gaze a head of her.
"Vhat were you and Gambit talking about?" Kurt asked suddenly.
Deirdre sighed, "I've been having nightmares…" she admitted openly, "He was just worried."
"Nightmares?"
"My memories of my past coming to hunt my dreams and morph into horrific nightmares…"
They fell silent again.
Kurt's form came closer to Deirdre's, his arm brushed up against hers. They met each other gaze. Deirdre blushed and slowly pushed forward a head of him.
"Do you need someone to talk to?" Kurt said, breaking the silence.
Deirdre stopped and looked up at him, "I couldn't bother you with my problems…"
"I don't mind…"
Deirdre thought about it and then fell silent for a moment.
She smiled. "I would like someone to talk to." She then walked in front of him, faced him, and halted him from moving on. "I would also like to train with you."
"Was?"
Deirdre smirked, "I've seen how you and Shadow Cat train." She smiled, "I think training with you would help benefit me."
He stayed silent.
Deirdre continued, "I'm not just a empath, you know." She began, "That's only part of my mutant ability." She grinned up at him, "Come on Kurt, I think it'll be fun."
Kurt smiled down at her, "Okay." He began, "Vhen should we start?"
Deirdre smirked, "How about now?"