Disclaimer: Yet again, my letter requesting ownership was sent back with a denial, so I must deny all ownership.
John hovered in the cockpit, watching the land swirl swiftly outside. He had abandoned the back area of the plane because of all the people and instead he was now being glared at by the silver-haired man in the co-pilot seat. The firebug ignored him as he turned to one of the other occupants of the tiny space.
"'ey Jamie! Thanks for the help. I was beginning to think you weren't coming back for me," John cackled.
"Never. Just took some time to find some help."
"And what help! Roguey and that pretty little Sheila friend of hers. Was a delight to see her again."
"How exactly do you know Rogue?" the silver-haired one asked suspiciously.
"Was in school with her a bit before I up and quit."
"Hate t' interrupt de little chit-chat, but Remy needs y' t' go get Rogue. We nearly dere."
John glanced out the window and stared askance at the building Rogue's coordinates had led them to. He mumbled something as he slunk to the back of the plane to get Rogue. Wanda glared at him as he went to touch her friend.
"Gambit said he needs Rogue. We're nearly there," John said quickly.
Wanda released his hand and allowed him to gently shake Rogue awake. Shortly her eyes blinked sleepily open as she turned her head his way. Confusion swept across her face as she noted who had woken her.
"Hey, your weird talking friend said to wake you cause we've reached our destination."
Rogue nodded and stood up before closing her eyes to go through the familiar motions of filtering her psyches. When she opened them again they were sky blue and cold. She threw her hands out and made a grabbing motion before looking at Wanda.
"Go tell the Cajun I have the plane and will be bringing us down for a landing. Make sure everyone is strapped down."
"As long as you promise to release her when you're done," Wanda glared at psyche-persona.
"Of course. She was too tired to manage this feat on her own."
Wanda nodded before she made her way to the cockpit. John looked bemused as he strapped himself into the seat. It wasn't long before Wanda and Jamie made their way back to them after ensuring everyone was secure.
Rogue's body shook in time with the plane as it lowered towards the ground below like a helicopter. Once they had hit earth, Rogue then dragged her hand to the side. The plane's side mimicked her gesture by ripping open. As the passengers screamed the amputated side formed itself into steps leading to the ground below. Rogue slumped over into her seat once their exit was confirmed.
"Dank y' for flying Gambit Air. If y' would all calmly exit de jet t' de left, we'll get y' all taken care off. Easy now, dere y' go."
Wanda tried to hide her smile as she was the first to exit, followed by Remy who had slung Rogue into a piggyback position. John followed them and began helping others from the plane, having Jamie monitor them going down the steps. The whole process stopped when a voice yelled out.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Those already on the ground turned around as the others waited on the plane. They were greeted by the sight of three people in leather suits glaring at them warily. However, one of them started getting angry when he saw both John and Remy carrying Rogue.
"Pyro! What are you doing here? And what have you done to Rogue?" Bobby yelled, icing up.
"Friend of yours, mon ami?" Remy whispered.
"Not anymore. Couldn't stand the stick up his ass," John said with a shrug.
Before they could say anything else a shot of ice smacked John in the face. He turned and glared at his ex-friend and twitched his hands, wishing he still had a lighter. Remy turned himself some more to put Rogue out of the line of fire.
"Now, dat was a bit unfair. Give de homme a chance t' speak before y' beat him down. Where are y' manners?"
"Why should I be fair to scum who work for Magneto? What is he trying now?"
"Far as I know, the old bastard is trying to learn how to pick up a paperclip still. Not that I care much, as long as he stays away from me," Wanda idly declared.
"Hey, are we continuing this tea party or can we finish getting everyone out first?" Pietro asked from the jet.
"Not till I get done breaking this traitor!" Bobby stated as he attempted a rush at John.
"Bobby! Behave yourself!" Storm ordered, though she had no effect on the impertinent youth.
"Bobby, ya get ya dumb ass away from John before Ah beat ya," Rogue tiredly declared from her perch.
"Ah chere, y' awake. Have a nice little nap?"
"No, mah bed keeps moving."
Remy smirked as he held her while John and Wanda turned to continue helping the now-scared ex-prisoners disembark the jet. The X-Men had all gone silent as they tried to think of something to say to their long-absent friend. Bobby watched Remy with a jealous eye.
As they stood there awkwardly while Logan approached cautiously, Remy noticed Rogue's muscles start twitching. He twisted his head to look at her.
"Y' good dere? Y' didn' over-exert y'self today did y'?"
Rogue attempted to shake her head but the shudders going through her body betrayed her. Wolverine growled and stomped closer, his claws slowly gliding out. Once he was within three feet of the pair a blast of red burst from her eyes, hitting the feral man and throwing him back past the group.
Everyone shouted in panic as Rogue got off of Remy and stalked towards Logan. The entire time her eyes kept glowing an ominous red. When she got close enough she grabbed her old mentor with a hand that had sprouted claws.
"What's the matter runt? Can't handle a little love tap like that?" she snarled in a dark voice before it changed again. "You bastard! Why did you kill her?"
"What?" Logan tried to get out before her fingers tore into his face.
"Rogue!" Bobby yelled, trying to move over to stop her.
Remy grabbed his arm and held him back. The boy turned and tried to hit him. The thief managed to catch his other arm and glared at him.
"Rogue needs our help! Why are you stopping us?" Bobby demanded angrily.
"Cause dat ain't Rogue. Y' runnin' over dere may make the situation worse."
"What do you mean that's not Rogue? Who else could it be?"
"Scott," Storm breathed out uneasily, recognizing the voice.
Wanda stepped over carefully as Rogue stood there breathing heavily. Throughout the short conversation she had frozen in her actions, just stood there holding the heavy man as if he was a doll. Her hand flexed uneasily and the glow of her eyes dimmed and brightened with her hesitation.
"Rogue, calm yourself. You can't put them away if you're stressed. There you go, nice and easy," Wanda was repeating.
Slowly her eyes returned to normal and she dropped Logan to the ground. Once he was released Wanda ran over and grabbed her, hugging her gently like she was a small and fragile child. They stepped away from the X-Men and back to the comforting protection of her friends.
Rogue sat down heavily on the ground and sighed, staring morosely into the distance. Remy's hand on her shoulder brought her back to the world around her. She turned her attention to Storm and gave a tired smile.
"Mah apologies. Ah'm a bit out of it."
"It is fine child. May I ask what brought you back?"
"Can yah take in these people? We rescued them from a prison lab and Ah was hopin' they could get checked on before they went home."
"Of course. Whatever they need we shall provide."
Bobby glared at John but didn't dare speak against his leader. Rogue's smile now was brighter than it had been but still just as tired.
"Bobby, will you take them inside and to Hank? Rogue, I can take you and your friends to a pair of guest rooms to rest. All of you look like you need it."
The others looked to her for direction and surrounded her as she began to walk to the mansion.
"Never thought I'd be here again," John muttered as they entered the front doors.
"Neither did Ah sugar."
A/N So I finally return! Homework shall not defeat me! Anywho, I'm not sure whether the X-Men are going to be a major player in the plot or not. Give me your opinion and/or ideas and I'll accommodate.
Medic
