He was back in a bed, hopefully for the last time. Some red-head in a doctor's white coat was gingerly touching his throat, inspecting the swelling.
"Like wha' ya see?" They were nearly inches apart, and she was so focused on her work that she only let out a "Hmph." Remy frowned. Slowly, the nurse pulled away, grabbing a pen and marking down some notes.
"The swelling's mostly gone down. I would say to take it easy for a few days, but chances are you wont listen."
Remy shrugged. She was probably right.
She led him to a room. His room. A bed, a closet, a window; it was an ordinary school dorm room. Compared to the many strangers' cars he won in card games as beds, this seemed like heaven.
Of course, there were several more attempts at flirting (which she seemed immune to). "Where's ya room?" he asked casually, opening and inspecting his closet. It would have been nice, if he had anything to put in it.
"With Scott, down the hall."
"You an' Scott?" Remy let out a low whistle.
Jean, as he learned her name was, crossed her arms. "He's not that bad of a man. He's just protective. And with good reason," she added with a glare.
Remy shrugged, deciding it was best to let the conversation die.
He was dreaming. That much he knew. But it didn't stop any of it from feeling any less real. The LeBeau clan and the Thieves' Guild. Bella Donna Boudreaux. Dr. Nathaniel Essex. Julien's death—death by Remy's hands. The Mutant Masacre. More deaths.
And Remy bolted upright with a gasp, arms flying forward blindly. His hand collided with something—something that shouted his name and anchored him to reality.
"Remy?" Panting, Remy blinked his eyes in the darkness. Rogue. She was staring into his eyes—and suddenly Remy realized she was looking at his eyes for the first time without his sunglasses. She was looking into his red eyes; the eyes that forced whoever his parents were to abandon their demonic mutant child; the eyes that gave him the name of Le Diablo Blanc; the eyes that scared practically every non-mutant he met.
His hand had landed on her bare shoulder— And suddenly his vision began to blur. His stomach churned and his head pounded and distantly he heard someone—Was it Rogue?—calling for help. Rogue is incapable of human contact, probably for the rest of her life.
Unconscious, Remy slumped out of the bed and onto the floor, seizing.
And when he woke up, she was gone.
He ignored the dull, fading pain coursing through his body as he tracked down the Professor. It wasn't hard to find him; How far could a man in a wheelchair go?
"Wha'd she do ta me?" he croaked, both from injury and drug-induced sleep.
The Professor sighed. "When Rogue touches someone she absorbs their energy, their life force. In the case of mutants, she absorbs their gifts for a short time."
"It fel' like she almost killed me," Remy admitted. Rogue, who looked like she couldn't hurt a fly. Rogue, who had almost killed him just by touch. He felt a sort of guilty pleasure; every flinch around him wasn't because of him, but because of her power.
"If she'd held on any longer, she could have."
The woman with white hair—Wasn't her name Storm or something?—burst into the room, followed closely by Cyclops. Remy tried to hold back a sigh at the latter appearence.
"Where is she?" Storm asked.
Remy frowned at the urgency. "Who?"
"Rogue," said the Professor simply, closing his eyes and searching for her with his powers. He opened his eyes once more. "She's gone."
A device in the wall scanned Xavier's eyes, and the doors opened. Remy followed Xavier into a big, spherical room with a platform at the center. Scott and Jean waited by the door.
The Professor wheeled himself along the platform and into the round room. "Welcome to Cerebro."
"Wha's ah 'Cerebro'?"
"The brainwaves of mutants are different from those of average humans," the Professor explained. "Cerebro allows me to find those brainwaves across great distances. It's how I plan to find Rogue."
Remy's brows furrowed in confusion. "Why don' ya jus' find Magneto wif dis?
The wheelchair-bound man sighed. "I've been trying. But he seems to have developed some way to shield himself from it."
"How would he know how ta do dat?"
"Because he helped me build it," answered the man tersely. He picked up a large helmet, and began to place it on his head. "Now if you'll excuse me. . . ."
Remy took his cue to leave the room. The doors closed behind him as he joined Scott and Jean in the hall. They waited in silence, Jean looking at the door, Scott (possibly, the glasses made it hard to tell) glaring at Remy, and Remy staring at his feet. Remy had overheard someone chatting about Jean's powers: telekinesis and minor telepathy. Remy vaguely wondered if she could use this Cerebro, too.
He was saved from any further, darker thoughts by the opening of the door. "She's at the train station."
"Where is it?" asked Remy immediately.
The Professor answered immediately. "About two miles from here." Remy turned on his heel and stalked off. "Gambit," Xavier called after him, "you can't leave the mansion. It's just the opportunity Magneto's waiting for." Remy suggested something quite unrepeatable in front of most of the students at the school.
It turns out Scott was actually useful in something: his motorcycle went really fast.
First of all, I read my last chapter to get a feeling of where to go with this one, and WOW! I'm so sorry for all of those grammatical errors! That was bad, even for me!
But on a lighter note, I think this chapter is fairly better. And longer. Hope you enjoyed!
A/N: Fixed a typo in here. Copied some dialogue and accidentally had Prof call Remy "Logan." Whoops!
Stay awesome, my dudes!
~palmtreedragons
