A/N - Here comes part four. Inspiration is hitting in surprising ways lately. Please R&R, and as always, enjoy.
Rogue could not believe her eyes. Gambit had never looked so happy before. Not even when she flew all the way down to Louisiana to save him from Bella Donna's deranged clutches. Not knowing what to do, Rogue began to back away. A sudden urge to go to Anya filled Rogue. Confused, Rogue halted mid-step. That was when Anya began having her fit. It started out with a small kick of her leg. Soon her face screwed up with pain. Her head began to shake slightly back and forth. It was not too long before her whole body began trashing out.
Gambit woke immediately, Anya shaking the whole bed on which they had both been resting. Her heart rate monitor was going crazy, the soothing pattern earlier replaced by a spastic beat. Rogue began to walk over. "Anya!" She yelled, her hand reaching out to shake her sister. Gambit's hand reached out before Rogue could touch her. "Roguey, yah not supposed ta do dat."
"Gambit what are yah talking about? She's in pain, we gotta do somethan." Rogue ripped her hand away from Gambit's before an all too familiar voice reached her ears. "No, Rogue. Gambit is, in fact, correct. You are not to wake someone who is having a night terror, it can cause serious mental damage. The best we can do for now is to inject her with a sleeping medicine and reduce her back to the deep sleep she was in beforehand."
Rogue began to tear up. This scene was one all too familiar with her. Before she gained control, Rogue always had issues with the psyches within her head giving her night terrors. However, she had Professor Xavier to help with those. "That's it! I gotta go get Emma. She'll know what ta do!" Rogue turned to leave but was stopped when the med bay doors swung open. "No need darling. That girl's night terror is emitting a loud enough psychic signature I thought we were under a psychic attack." In walked Emma Frost, White Queen and current X-men psychic. She was rubbing her temples and wearing a look of complete and utter dislike on her face.
"Go ahead and induce her sleep Hank. I will slip in and see what's causing Anya so much pain." Hank nodded and with an experts hand, injected the medicine into her I.V. Emma waited for the thrashing to stop before she walked over to the top of the girl's bed. Slowly she placed her hands onto Anya's temples. Within seconds a mind connection was made. Inside Anya's head she saw everything Anya was mentally seeing. Anya was encased in a large tube. The room was dark with only an eerie set of red eyes looking onto the scene. Slowly Mr. Sinister walked forward into the dim lighting before the tube. "Well, my precious experiment, let us test the extent of your powers, shall we?" DNA upon DNA was injected into the tubes feeding straight into Anya's blood stream. "First, Ms. Marvel. Next, Professor Xavier himself." On and on the DNA's were injected into the tube, and with each one came a gurgled scream from Anya.
Soon the scene of experiments and torture dissipated leaving Anya alone in the tube. However, she was not alone for long. Mr. Sinister had returned, and in his hand was a small photograph. "Let us see if my DNA tweak worked, shall we?" He placed the picture up against the glass of the tube in which Anya was located. A look of desire and love flooded Anya's features. Her hand slowly reached up to rest lovingly on where the picture was. With a small smirk, Sinister left. The picture slowly flooded to the floor. Before Emma could get a closer look, the scene evaporated and was replaced with one quite similar to the beginning of the previous one. The lab was in slight disarray, the lights were falling from the ceiling, and pieces of the ceiling littered the floor. Anya was still in the tube, however none of the usual machines were running.
Slowly a lithe form worked her way through the rubble that was Sinister's lair. Mystique's face caught the light as she got closer to the tube. Slowly she placed a caring hand on the tube. "My precious daughter. Do not worry, I will release you." And with that she unclicked the tube. Smoke filled the room as it emptied from the tube. Anya's limp body fell out and Mystique's quick reflexes caught her before she hit the ground. "Good morning my sweet." Soon the memory fades to black. Emma releases her mental connection with Anya. Anya looked peaceful now, her breathing and heart rate returned to normal. Slowly Emma walks to the nearest chair and falls into it. "That girl is much more than we thought. We must wake up Scott and the other senior X-men. This bit of information I have found out needs to be discussed." And with that Emma stood and walked out. A mental message was sent out to all senior x-men to meet immediately.
A few moments later in the X-men's War Room: Emma was standing regally at the head of the table. Scott stood directly to her right, a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I have found out about Rogue's so called sister." A quick murmur filled the room and Emma waited for it to silence. "This girl, she is not related to Rogue, but rather, she is Rogue." "What do ya mean by that Frost? Quit playing word games and tell meh the truth. What is she to meh?" Rogue's words tore through the once again murmuring crowd. "Well, Rogue, to state it simply, she is your clone. Mr. Sinister and Mystique had a deal. When you were sick and under his care, they took some of your DNA to figure out why you couldn't control your powers. It was Sinister's idea to use your fixed DNA to make a perfect copy of you, only better. She had all your abilities but so much more. I do not know the extent of her abilities yet, but we will find out."
Cries of outrage and protests filled the room. "If she was made by Sinister, maybe she's here as a spy? Destroy the x-men from the inside out?" Similar things were being said around the room. With a raised hand Emma stopped all conversation. "Sinister created a failsafe in which to control her completely. In doing so, Anya could never disobey him. However, after a walk through her memories, I know what that failsafe is." Everyone remained quiet, waiting for her to explain. Gambit, who had stood in the farthest end of the room tried not to look too impatient with Emma.
"Sinister created love connection within Anya. It's literally written in her DNA to love this person. After some thinking I believe I know who this person is. It is someone in which Sinister controlled. This person is none other than you, Mr. LeBeau." All eyes turned to look at Gambit. He was doing his trademark bored expression, sliding a card between his fingers. However, upon hearing this news the card slipped from his fingers. "Quoi?"
"You see Mr. LeBeau, you were the one thing Sinister truly believed he could always count on. If not for the debt you owed him, for the money he could pay you. You were his fail safe. No matter what, Anya will choose you." Gambit, looking stunned, turned and left the room. Hank, linked via a com-system interrupted the silence. "You said earlier that Anya was so much more. What did you mean?" "Honestly Hank? I know she was force fed powers. I don't know if that had a lingering effect or if they were permanent. However, if I'm correct I would say Anya has the ability to become the world's strongest mutant."
"Quite fascinating. I will be right back." Hank's com clicked off. He shuffled his way back into the med bay where Anya was currently resting. She had not moved an inch since Emma broke her mental connection with her. Hank withdrew a needle and took another, fresher, sample of blood. He would truly have to look closer to this one.
The slight swooshing noise of the med bay doors opening and closing was the only indication someone had entered the room. Silently Gambit stole to Anya's side. "A lot to take in, is it not old friend? To find out you have someone literally made to love you is big news." Hank spoke without looking up from him work. "Dat it is homme." Gambit's two uncovered fingers gently traced Anya's face. "How is Gambit supposed ta know if de femme likes him for him or because she was programmed too?" Gambit's sincere look turned to one of disgust as he withdrew his hand. "That my friend, is a question only time has the answer to."
French: Quoi? -What?
