-----EVO-----
Boston, Massachusetts
Reverend William Stryker deemed himself a very intellectual man of God. When he had a gotten a letter from a man claiming he had a way to get rid of mutants Stryker saw it as a sign of God to invite the man over to his church to discuss planning. But now as he sat across the white faced man with a red diamond in his forehead wearing a black suit, Stryker couldn't help but feel as if Satan himself was sitting across from him.
"I assure you Reverend that I want nothing from you except to help you." Sinister said very calmly and reassuringly. Stryker raised an eyebrow, he almost laughed, a mutant was asking him to trust in him? He pushed his chair back and paced around his office.
"Out of curiosity Sinister why should I accept help from you?" he asked. Sinister eyed the heavy looking silver cross necklace on the man's chest.
"You want to get rid of the mutants; I want to test on them. You have the man power to take them down and I have the money-."
Stryker slammed his hands down on his desk. "This is a house of God! We won't take money from the likes of you!"
Sinister didn't seem fazed from the reverend's outburst, instead he just sipped his tea causally and chuckled. "My dear man, you and I are very much alike; leaders who want to help our society rise even though they cant tell that they need the help. I propose a deal: I will help you get rid with the mutants, starting with the x-men."
Stryker felt his heart skip. The x-men? Those sniveling bunch of mutant terrorist were the first group of anti-humans he wanted to destroy.
"What's the catch?"
"You get the mutants and I get to keep them." Sinister stood up and let out his hands to seal the agreement.
"What would a mutant want with other mutants?" Stryker asked, he found it fishy that a mutant would go against its own kind.
Instead of answering him Sinister walked over to a table that held a bunch of anti-mutant posters. He picked one up and read from it. The poster had a picture of a mutant with bullets across his chest; his eyes rolled to the back of his head "The only good mutant is a dead mutant." He let the poster roll up again and dropped it back on the table.
"Reverend I couldn't agree more." He held out his hand again.
Stryker found it somewhat ironic that the moment he shook Sinister's hand he felt as if he signed away his soul to Satan.
Xavier's Mansion
Xavier massaged his temples with his index fingers to sooth the pulsating nerves causing his headache.
THUMP THUMP THUMP
"Logan, I know that the situation at hand is difficult, but if you do not stop that excessive racket I will crush your skull in."
Logan immediately stopped banging his head against the wall, a look of shock on his face at the threat coming from Xavier.
"Sorry, it's just that if our counterparts are right how do we explain it to Scott and Alex?" Xavier looked down at the danger room session now taking place.
"We don't know for sure yet, Chuck."
The door to the control deck opened, Beast and Storm walked in both wearing a trouble look. Beast had a pack of papers in his hands, waving it back and forth.
"Beast, are those the results?" Logan asked looking at the papers as if they were pure gold.
"Indeed they are, I must say though getting any sample from him proved to be difficult. He sure doesn't leave any trial of where he is or where he is going." Beast commented.
"And?"
"He is their brother, a hundred percent match. Charles how are we going to tell them?" Storm watched the two brothers fighting along with the others. They had gotten closer since Alex decided to move into the institute. And now this?
"I-I don't know how. We don't even know the full story yet." Xavier laced his fingers under his chin. "If we tell them they will have questions that we have no idea how to answer."
BOOM!
The noise shook the observation deck. "Everyone alright?"
"What was that?" Storm and Logan looked down at the fight, "Damn kids." Logan strapped on his gloves, "How the hell did they manage to screw that one up?" He left to the danger room.
---Danger room---
Remy looked all around the factory trying to find where the others were thrown. The explosion had knocked him off balance; he now had a nasty bruise on his shoulder. 'Damn you Cyclops.' Why did the little runt have to be chosen as leader? The point of the session was to defeat the marauders and find Sinister. It had been more than an hour and still they hadn't taken out many of the marauder. Cyclops leadership showed some major lacking.
"Nightcrawler, Iceman, and Boom-boom. I want y'three t'go north see if y'can find any exits leadin' t'anoder room." He ordered the three younger x-men. Scott seethed, and pushed Remy out of the way. "Hey, no gives orders without my consent!"
"Oh, yeah. Cause y'really know what y'are doing!" they were getting into each others faces until Jean and Rogue separated them. "Can yah two pick anothah time tah argue?"
They looked at each before stepping back, Scott cleared his throat and delivered his orders "I want Kitty, Jubilee and Nightcrawler to check out the north and see if they find anything or anyone."
"On it!" Kurt ported out and Kitty and Jubilee phased through a door.
BOOM!
A wall of the room exploded, through the dust and rubble the gang could see the marauders. Vertigo, Prism, Riptide, Gorgeous George, Ruckus, and Slab all stood ready to pulverize them.
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." Ruckus sneered cracking his knuckles. "Surrender Ruckus, you're out numbered."
Vertigo smirked; she counted the number of x-men in the room. "Oh my, we are out numbered." her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Scott felt something tight bind around him, it was George. "Yes, but we're not out powered."
Scott let out a scream when bind became to tight to breathe, "X-men ATTACK!" Remy shouted. He threw a bunch of charged cards at Slab and Prism, shattering a piece of Prism arm before he could get a good aim at Roberto and Sam.
Scott was still wresting with George, after a while George was able to slide away from him. "Such a shame. Pretty boy has to hide behind his glasses, lets get a better look."
"NO!" Scott yelled but it was too late George wrapped his slimy body around the fear less teen leader so he wouldn't escape and ripped of his visors. Two red beams went across the room hitting Ray, Tabitha, Alex, and Remy before hitting the ceiling.
Remy looked at himself, he was still standing from Scott's blast. His uniform was singed a bit but he wasn't hurt. "What the-?" Tabitha and Ray were knocked out, why wasn't he?
BOOM!
The ceiling got hit and was starting to crumble. Remy watched as huge chunks started to fall on the students, he turned to see Alex with a huge chunk of debris heading down towards him.
"ALEX!" he ran and pushed the young blond out of the way before he got hit, "Y'okay?" he looked down to see the boy grimacing. "Yeah, thanks man. But shouldn't I being asking you that?" Alex saw Remy get hit, how was he still standing from a blast like that was a miracle to the both of them
Before the two could stand up the whole ceiling collapsed, covering them in dust and ruble. Remy could hear the others scream and trying to get out way before they got hit. Remy felt it, a kick of power go through him.
'Merde!'
His eyes were burning and itching with energy. He shut his eyes tight, but the energy was too strong.
Rogue cradled her injured arm; she wanted nothing but to strangle George and Scott. Next to her were Jean and Bobby. "Yall okay?" Bobby gave her the thumbs-up, wincing though as he held his side. Jean turned her neck, and flinched. "Just great. Where are the others?"
HISSSSSS!
"What the-?!" Rogue turned to see the wall fall glowing behind her, Jean, and Bobby. "It gonna blow!"
Jean focused on her powers creating a huge shield to cover the exploding walls. But it couldn't take the pressure of the explosion and instead busted open hitting everyone again with debris.
Scott, with all his energy he could muster, picked him of the ground just in time to hear:
DANGER ROOM SESSION ENDING. VICTORS: MARAUDERS.
Scott rolled his eyes, 'Not again.' He groaned silently to himself. He was so sure that this time would be the time when he and the x-men could win the match against the marauders. The building around him disappeared along with the smiling marauders, replaced with an empty metal room and injured x-men.
"HEY! GET OFF ME!" Scott yelled as Remy pulled him by the collar of his uniform. "Y'idiot! Y'could have killed everyone.!" Scott pushed Remy of him, "It wasn't my fault!"
Kurt and Ray quickly stood between them incase one of them pulled a fast one. "Y'almost took out your own brot'er, not to mention your friends. What the hell were y'thinkin lettin' him gettin' dat close t'you?" Remy spat as Sam and Bobby held him back.
"I was just about to ask the same thing." Logan piped up. The boys released the two older x-men as soon as they saw their teacher.
"Any one care to tell me what the hell was that?!" Logan shouted at them. When no one dared to speak up, Logan sighed and massaged the back of his neck. "We've gone against Sinister and his troops a hundred times, and every time we always fall short of finding their hide out. Every time we fall short at winning against them."
Scott gave a dark look at Remy, "We're sorry Logan. It won't happen again."
"Save your apologizes Slim, I saw you annihilate the ceiling. Who blasted the walls?" Logan looked at Scott, Alex, Tabitha, Remy, and Jubilee. They all looked clueless at who might have done it.
"Had to be Remy, those walls were charging when I finally got my visor back on." Scott informed him. There was no way that the Cajun was going to be let of the hook for something so reckless.
Remy was about to snap back but Alex beat him too it. "No way man. Remy was yards away from those walls, no way he could have charged them with out me seeing him."
Logan looked at the young Cajun. "Gumbo?" he asked him darkly.
"I didn't do it!" Remy pointed an accusing finger at Scott, "C'mon Logan, dis idiot almost killed us, and y're getting' on me about somet'ing I didn't do?"
"That wasn't my fault." Scott said through gritted teeth. Remy rolled his eyes, "Yeah, because y're de team leader not'ing ever y're fault. I don't even know why you're de leader! "
"Because between the two of us I am the only one who didn't work for a homicidal maniac!" Scott yelled at him. Remy tried to lunge at him but was pulled back by Piotr, Kurt, and Alex. "Y'know one day I am gonna pull that stick out of your ass and stab y' wid it!"
Scott smirked, "Like to see you try." Remy just flipped him off "Eat shit, Summers". Logan could see Scott going for his visors; he had enough of this stupid argument
"CAN IT THE BOTH OF YAH!" Logan shouted, the vein in the middle of his forehead clearly showing. Not a good sign for anybody. He pointed at Remy, "Gumbo, as much as I agree with you about Summer flunking this round, he does have seniority over you here. Charles and the rest of us chose him to lead. So deal with it."
Logan could smell the satisfaction coming off of Scott, "And you, just because yer leader now doesn't mean I can't rip that label from you. Don't forget slim I have seniority over yah. And if yah slip up again and put yer teammates in danger again, yer gonna be talkin' to these."
SNIKT
"Get my point?" He growled at the young man, Logan could see clearly through Scott's visors.
Scott eyed the three metal claws that were only three inches from his face with out fear. He could care less about taking order from the runt. He had proven Logan wrong many times, why would this time be any different?
"Crystal clear. Wolverine"
"Good." Logan huffed and then retracted his claws, "Hit the showers,"
Everyone started to leave the danger room but paused again when they heard Logan talk again.
"Gumbo. Slim. Since you two love working together, why don't the two of you wash the Black Bird and the X-van while yer add it."
Remy and Scott cursed under their breath. Each of them blaming the other for getting into trouble.
"Fine." They replied in unison
As the two left the room, Logan walked over to the ruined walls, even though this was just a simulation things could have gone horribly wrong like the last time they had gone against Sinister's crew. He had one thing on his mind: How the hell did Remy charge that damn wall from so far?
---Boys Locker Room---
Remy open his locker with such force that it practically rattled the hinges. He swore a mouthful of French words, he had only been back for month now and he was being treated as though he was criminal.
Just when he was starting to make progress he had to go and screw it up by leaving. And for what?
"Nothin' freakin' changed for me still." He mumbled loudly while looking for clothes to wear.
"I wouldn't say that, you've made much more progress with the others since your return." Storm spoke up behind him.
"Stormy?" he leaned against the other lockers, Remy only had towel wrapped around his middle, his hair was still wet from the shower and his sunglasses were on his face.
"Now what y'doin in de boys locker room?" he smirked at the weather Goddess. Storm's blue eyes turned to slits at the tone of innuendo coming from him, but Remy could still see some warmness in her eyes. Out of everyone here, Storm was the one person he knew would never turn her back on him. She was like a big sister, mom, aunt, and best friend all rolled into one. When he came back Storm was the only one to give him a chance again.
"I wanted to see how you were doing." She took a seat on the bench "That was quite a session, wouldn't you say?"
Remy knew where she was leading to but didn't budge. "Yeah, Cyke sure screwed up big dis time." He slammed his locker shut.
"I don't think he was the only one Remy."
"Look Stormy, I didn't charge de wall, I have control over my powers." He reminded her. Storm though didn't look convinced, "Remy I saw what happened when we were fighting the marauders last time, there's no way that car could have exploded by its self like that."
"I was yards away, besides aint like Sinister don't have some one dat could do dat."
"He doesn't." Storm finally noticed his glasses; he had been wearing them since his return to the mansion and rarely took them off.
"Remy, if your having trouble with your powers why can't you tell me or the professor?" she asked him, Remy could see the worry in her eyes. He didn't want to lie to her, but he didn't want her to know, he didn't want anyone to know.
"You can admit if you are having trouble with your powers, I can help you."
"Dere's not'ing t'worry about Stormy. I'm fine."
"Really?" she stood up and reached for his sunglasses, Remy pulled back from her.
"Non!"
He turned away but not before Storm could get a good glimpse at his eyes. They were burning bright red.
"That's not a problem?" she asked him angrily. He was lying to her now?
"Really Stormy, dere's no problem. Just worked up from de session is all. I'm fine."
Storm finally gave up for now; she rested her hand on his cheek. "If only that were true. When you're ready Remy, you can tell me."
Remy watched her leave.
---Professor's Office-----
"As the anti-mutants demonstrations begin to plan their all day march many are worried that pro-mutants groups will cause a disturbance. Many of you remember the attacks in Mexico and Egy-"
Xavier turned put the television on mute as he looked through the morning news paper. He had much on his mind now days. Not only wasn't his team making any strides against Sinister, but now he had to worry about FOH and the Purifiers going after mutants. Xavier wheeled himself closer to the window, looking outside he couldn't imagine that out there somewhere was a mutant or mutants who were being harassed or assaulted by these raciest groups
"There has to be away to stop this." He prayed silently to himself.
"Who ever you're talking to isn't listening." Xavier turned his chair around at the sound of an Australian accent.
"Ah, Mr. Allerdyce. Good to see you again." Xavier greeted the young fire manipulator. "What do you have for me?"
John was now working for the Daily Bugle, a newspaper in New York City. He was Xavier main source of getting information first.
He slammed tomorrow newspaper on his desk. The head line showed the picture of Stryker, Graydon Creed, and Gyrich posing in front of cheering fans as though their were heroes instead of three evil men planning for a mass genocide.
"It's becoming worse now." Underneath that headline was a picture of a twenty something female, who was found dead near a parking lot. The murderer's motive was that she was a mutant.
"Yeah, it is." John sat down in the office chairs, "Word is that Stryker made some deal with some guy told him that he was capable of giving him mutants to test on."
"Do you know who he met with?"
John shook his head, but took out a bunch of pictures and handed them to Xavier. The picture were so clear and focused, but hid the face of the person Stryker was talking to. "Who took these?" Xavier asked as he looked through the pictures.
John smiled, "Buddy of mine, names Peter Parker. Bloke managed to take down King Pin with picture he snapped of him making deals with the Green Goblin. Don't know how the man does it."
Xavier leafed through more of the pictures, "Do you have any idea how this man plans on capturing mutants?"
John was flipping his lighter on and off, a habit he had recently picked up since staying at the brotherhood mansion.
"Nah, just know that the Styker and Creed are acting like two kids in a candy store. What are you and the x-men gonna do, mate?"
"You're about to see. Come in."
John looked at Xavier and then at the door just when it opened. He hated when the professor did that.
Storm, Logan, and Beast stood in front of them. "You called on us, Xavier?" Beast asked him. He was surprised to see Pyro in the office.
"Yes, I have gotten in contact with a Cassandra; she claims she is the Empress of Shi'ar."
The three adults stood rigid with shock, "You finally made contact?"
Xavier shook his head grimly, "Yes, but unfortunately, she nor her counsel believed me when I told them about the two boys. That's why I need Logan and you to go and meet her. Convince her to let us meet them."
"And what about me?" Storm asked.
"Well since you and I have the demonstrations to look forward to I thought I should call on some help. You may come out now."
Pyro was getting more confused. Before he could a single question about what the hell Shi'ar was two tall figures walked into the room from an adjacent room.
"Whoa." Pyro sat shell shocked as the two men went and joined the other three x-men. Pyro looked at the five people greeting each other and then at the picture hanging on the wall besides him, he did a double take.
"You're-you're. I don't bloody believe it." He fumbled with his lighter.
Xavier smiled at the young lad, "Pyro meet the original five x-men. Together again."
Pyro walked up and greeted the two men. "H-hey."
"Banshee, Northstar, meet Pyro. An informant of mine."
-----Rec Room----
Warren and Jean decided they had had enough arguing between Scott and Remy. Both couldn't stand neither friend being so pissed off. Before Remy left the two had gotten along. They were as close as brothers…
And now they couldn't be in the same room with each other.
"Hey, G-man, mind if we talk?" Warren asked Remy. Remy looked at the both of them and turned of the television. "Dieu, it's the two of y'all. What ever it was, I didn't do it."
Jean smiled as she took a seat next to him, "Guilty conscious?'
"Sometimes."
"We wanted to know if you could try to work it out with Scott, please? It's been more than a month; shouldn't you guys get over whatever this is?" Jean begged him.
Remy tossed the remote on the table, "Scott and I hated each ot'er from de get go, chere. Dere's not'ing t'fix."
"You two used to be friends, or at least could stand each other. I mean come on; out of everyone here you and Scott should be friends."
Remy groaned disgustingly at their lame attempt. So what if he and Scott weren't getting along.
'Didn't know I was signing up for the Brady-Bunch'
------Kitchen------
Rogue and Kurt were faced with the mother of all situations: Trying to get Scott to work it out with Remy They had a better chance of Apoclyspe and the Professor getting along. If they had to go through another round of DR sessions like the one this morning then someone was going to pay.
"No way am I talking to that idiot." Scott sulked as slammed the refrigerator door shut after getting a bottle of soda.
"Ah don't get it, yah two have so many things in common, why cant-." Scott cut Rogue off mid sentence.
"What makes you think that me and him are alike?"
"Well for starters both of you guys were adopted." Kurt explained
Scott rolled his eyes, "That's it? I'm not the only one here that was adopted. Majority of us are."
"Yeah, but think about it. You were adopted by Xavier who trained you to use your powers and Gambit was adopted by Jean-Luc who taught-."
"Him how to steal using his powers" Scott finished for him, "Not helping your point here." He started to walk out on them till Rogue shouted "Both of you like the Three Stoogies."
Scott stopped in mid step and turned around with eyes wide and embarrassment written all over his face. "So? A lot of people watch that show" he defended himself.
Kurt laughed, "Oh man! you vatch that show?"
-------Rec Room-----
"Non!"
Jean and Warren looked at him, not believing a word.
"Remy just fess up. I found their DVDs in your room. And both of you are Trekies" Jean added.
Warren tried to bite back the laughter but was failing horribly. Remy gave him a dark look but the winged mutant didn't care.
"Wait a minute, you actually watch that show? Dude!" Warren chuckled. Remy took out an ace of spade card from his jean pocket, "Y'got a problem with dat?"
"No sir Captain Kirk." Warren mockingly saluted him while laughing.
-----Kitchen-----
"Hey! I vas just joking!" Kurt poked his out from behind the counter after dodging one of Scott's laser beams.
"Really, Scott. Cant the two of yah just stop tryin' tah kill each other during DR sessions?"
Scott leaned back in his chair. "Why do you care so much? You can barely talk to him, much less stand in the same room with him."
"That's not true!"
Scott rolled his eyes, "Really? You can't even say his name anymore, can you?"
Rogue tried to prove him wrong; she could feel Kurt's eyes looking at her urging her to prove him wrong. Unfortunately though Rogue didn't want to admit that some part of her was angry at the Cajun for leaving with out any warning.
He stood up, "Face it Rogue, when he left he turned his back on us."
"But he came back." Said Kurt
"After a year of being God knows where. The only thing Gambit is good for is being a traitor, that's all he is and that's all he'll ever be." Kurt and Rogue watched with a sour face as Scott left the kitchen.
'Well that worked like a charm.'
Later that morning….
-----Rogue's Room------
Jean knocked loudly on Rogue's door; she could practically Breaking Benjamin from the foyer downstairs.
"ROGUE!" she knocked more loudly.
"ITS OPEN!"
Jean stepped into find he young Goth all dressed up in a long wavy black dress and a dark green cropped jacket complete with black boots and gloves, she was checking her reflection in the mirror.
"COULD YOU PLEASE TURN THAT DOWN?" Jean asked. Rogue clicked on a tiny remote muting the music.
"Thanks." Jean sat on the foot of the bed, "How was getting through with Scott?"
"It was lahke talking to a brick. Literally, the boy is as stubborn as Remy. Guess we just have tah deal with the three hour long DR Sessions." Rogue said in disgust as she applied a second layer of mascara on her eye lashes.
Jean did a double take at her; Rogue was all dressed up at 11: 30 in the morning? "And where are you going?"
Jean wouldn't have dared to ask this question a year ago in fear of Rogue verbally reaping her into pieces, but now the two had a close friendship. Jean almost thought of them as sisters.
"Just going tah a party."
"At eleven thirty in the morning? That's some party." Jean could see a shoe box sized box poking from behind Rogue's desk. Using her powers, Jean floated the box towards her. "The party wouldn't happen to be Rogue's and Gambit's wedding now would it?"
Rogue turned around and snatched the gift away from the red head, "Who said yah can just go poking in mah room?"
"The same person who told you it was okay to poke around in mine. Are those my boots?"
Rogue ignored the last question, "Ah just wanted to give them their present personallah."
"Rogue, you can't be serious." Jean tugged on red locks in frustration; didn't Rogue know what she getting into again? "You don't even know if that machine is working right." Since the incident no one had dared to personally visit the counterparts in fear that they were going to be sent to another alternative universe.
"Forge and Ah got that covered; we tested the machine, its fine. Promise me yah won't tell anybody."
Jean got up from the bed "Why shouldn't I, you can get hurt or worse!"
"Come on Jeanie, Ah let yah get away with lots of things." Rogue crossed her arms over her chest. She knew the only way to keep Jean from blabbing was to blackmail her.
"Like what?"
"Like when Scott and yah took Logan's bike foah a romantic get away and got it dented."
Jean blanched. "Have a fun time at the wedding."
Rogue picked up the gift from the bed and smiled at the pale red head, "Thanks."
------Foyer-----
"SOCCER IN THE BACKYARD!!!" Bobby yelled at the top of his lungs, he snatched the ball from Roberto.
"Who ever beams him with the ball gets twenty bucks from me." Roberto growled as he and the rest of the kids started to follow Bobby out from the front door.
"Hey, Remy. You playing?" Alex asked him, Remy was about to answer till he saw Rogue on the stair well.
"Remy?"
"Yeah, I'm playin." Alex could see where the older x-men eyes were glued to. "Good luck man." He whispered to the Cajun before leaving the two alone.
"Y'look nice chere." Remy complimented her; he had been trying his hardest to get back on her good side.
"Thanks." She tried to say his name, he could see that. Remy knew that she lost faith in him when he left. So many unspoken words were left between the two. And the thing he wanted to say the most was-
"Rogue, y' t'ink we can talk?"
"Ah got plans, maybe latah?" She unconsciously picked some imaginary lint from her dress, anything was better than looking face to face with him. Rogue thanked her lucky stars that he couldn't charm her since his sunglasses were on.
"Y'always say dat."
"Cause Ah mean it."
He let out a sigh, "Chere, we gotta talk sooner or-"
"Hey Gumbo, don't you have a jet to be washing right about now?" Logan asked, joining the two at the bottom of the stairs.
Remy used all of his self control from flipping off the feral leader. Just as he was about to break the ice with Rogue again, some one had to get in the way.
"Get on it Cajun, now." Logan growled.
"Oui, mon capitaine."
As soon as Remy left, Rogue breathed out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding. Now all she had to do was get past Logan.
"Why are you so dressed up Strips?" Logan asked curiously, Rogue knew one wrong slip of the tongue and she was a goner.
"Just going to help out and Forge and then meeting some friends."
Logan raised an eyebrow, "Dressed like that?"
"We're going to a party. Is that a crime?" Rogue started to walk towards the basement. Logan could smell her, she wasn't lying. "No, just be back on time. Yah hear me?"
Rogue turned around and gave him a wink before leaving him alone.
'Damn kids'
-----Forge's Laboratory----
"Rogue, do you really think we should be doing this?" Forge asked her for the eighth time as he got the machine warmed up.
"Yeah, we've been through this Forge. Yah even gave me yoah word that this will work."
Forge took out a mini recorder from his pocket and pressed the stop button. "Yah were recording me?!" Rogue asked outraged. Forge just shrugged, "Call it collateral. Get in"
Rogue stepped into the glass cylinder, already excited about seeing her old friends. Talking with them over the video phone wasn't really enough.
"Ready Rogue?"
She gave him thumbs up sign while the machine started to count down.
"5"
"Say hi to everyone for me."
"4"
Rogue nodded her head
"3"
"2"
"LOOK OUT!" Jubilee's shrill warning could be heard from in the lab.
CRASH
Forge and Rogue looked in horror as soccer came crashing through the high window and landed directly on the machine's control board, frying it to a crisp. Both recognized that soccer ball
"BOBBY!
"Transferring beginning"
Rogue pounded on the glass wall, she could see the tube begin to glow brighter and brighter. She felt that familiar tug of being pulled like last time.
"Transferring Complete."
"Crap." Forge waved the smoke coming from the control board away. He was so busy trying to pry the soccer ball out that he didn't know someone else was in the room till it hit him.
Literally.
"OW!"
Five minute later Bobby came running into the room to find Forge rubbing the back of his head.
"Oh crud, sorry man did the ball get you?" Bobby asked him while lending out his hand to help pull Forge back to his feet. Forge pointed behind him. "No, she did."
Standing behind Bobby was a girl he knew well. She was some what tall with dark eyes, waist long brown and white hair. The only difference was that she was wearing a green tank top and jean shorts and holding a two by twelve metal pipe like a baseball bat.
"R-Rogue?" he stuttered in shock.
When Bobby tried to get closer she swung the pipe, "Get away from me! Who are you!? And where am Ah?!"
'This isn't going to be pretty.' Forge thought as he rubbed the bump forming on the back of his head.
----MOVIE VERSE------
Rogue looked around the strange room. There were two beds pushed to the side of the walls.
"Something tells me that Ah aint in Bayville anymore." She said out loud while looking around the room. Posters of movie like The Piano and the band The Fray hung from the walls.
Rogue took a closer look at the pictures that were resting on the dresser. As soon as she picked up the frame Rogue could feel the air being sucked out of her. The girl in the picture was her, or at least her counterpart. Rogue peered at the boy whose arms were wrapped around her. It wasn't Remy, it was-
"What the -?" Rogue looked down to see her feet frozen to the floor.
"Who are you? And where's my girlfriend?"
Rogue could feel her face heat up. "Girlfriend?" She looked face to face with the boy from the picture.
The ice crept up her legs more, "Yoah-yoah. Iceman?" she wouldn't have recognized him if it wasn't for his ice blue eyes.
"Where's Rogue?!" Bobby asked her again. Rogue could feel the ice numbing her lower body.
"Ah reallah don't have time foah this." Rogue, using the powers she absorbed from Amara, melted the ice around her.
Bobby pushed her against the wall, hands on her neck. "Where. Is. Rogue?"
"Ah reallah don't think you should do that." Rogue chocked out, didn't he know about her powers?
Apparently not, Rogue could feel Bobby's life force slipping away from him and into her as he yelled out painfully.
A few minutes later Ororo and Logan burst through the doors to see Bobby curled at someone's feet.
There standing in front of them was an iced up Rogue.
"Oh my God, Bobby!" Ororo rushed to the younger boy's aid. Logan picked up the scent Rogue was emitting. It smelled like her, sort of.
"Rogue? he cautiously approached her. His claws ready to pop out just in case it wasn't Rogue.
Rogue had seen everything through the eyes of Bobby. From his first day at the mansion to the death of Scott, Jean and the Professor to him finally being able to touch his Rogue. As the ice started to dissipate from Rogue's body she only had one question in mind: "Where the hell am Ah?"
That's all she could get out after she passed out.
Fifty miles from Alkaline Lake…
Drip, Drip, drip.
Scott let out a load groan and tried to open his eyes. He could see a dark figure through the metal bars with his blurry vision. There was barely any light in the small prison except for the light hanging from the low ceiling out side the cell.
Scott sprang up from his cot, he could see. With out his visors? Scott pulled on cell's door
It wasn't budging.
"SOME ONE HELP ME!" he shouted.
"Well I see some one is a wake." Scott could hear the sound of someone shuffling paper. Or was it cards? It was hard to see through the dim light.
"Where am I?"
The person finally stepped into the light. Scott could see it was a guy, a bit older looking than him. He had shoulder length dark brown hair, a five o'clock shadow, and a dark trench coat covering his muscular frame.
But what got Scott was his red on black eyes.
"Who are you?" Suddenly images of Jean popped into head. He was there, with her. She somehow lived through the damn bursting. She was able to control his powers.
But how did he get here?
"Didn't we have dis conversation before, homme?" The man looked at him, "We-we did?" Scott shook his head to clear his thoughts. "How long have I been here?"
The man cocked his head, thinking it over. "About nine months now. Here's your proof if y'don't believe me." The man passed him a small cracked mirror through the bars. Scott could see that his five o'clock shadow had now turned into a beard and his short hair was now shoulder length.
So the man wasn't lying.
Scott took one more look at the man's red eyes. A flash of memories appeared in front of him. He could see himself being strapped to a table while a woman with green hair over looked him, he remembered a man with dark red eyes looking at him, telling him to stay still, the sound of a drill filled his ears. Unlike the man in front of Scott, the other man had a red diamond on his forehead.
"Damn it!" Scott cursed as the pain in his head grew. He could hear the jail door open, "Starting t'remember now, homme?"
Scott could see it all, he could remember it all. "We-we did have this conversation before."
"Bon." The man set down Scott back on his cot. "Didn't want t'have to explain it again."
Scott let out a shaky breath. "Gambit, you're Gambit."
"Try t'stay awake for more den one day Summers. Dis is starting t'get old."
Gambit left the cell and locked it up again leaving Scott in the cold cell with his haunting memories.
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Sorry about the late update. So who was expecting the movie verse characters being involved? This chapter was just starting up everything. Tell me what you all thought.
Movie and Cartoon news: It's official now, Taylor Kitsch (from Friday Night Lights on NBC) is going to play Gambit in the Wolverine Orgin movie ( Guess Bailey Chase didnt make the cut, I think he was the one to let it slip that Gambit was going to be in the movie). The new Wolverine and x-men cartoon is coming out Fall 2008, and yet no major US networks have picked it up. The trailer for the cartoon is up online now.
Thanks everyone.