And now the ninth chapter.
Scrambles chapter nine: Getting Home
Reluctantly, having to have been the first to volunteer before they had known, Remy went first. Forge strapped the wrist band to him. Remy had kissed Rogue's hand and grabbed a knife before signaling he was ready. Forge flipped the switch on the instrument, and a bright light surround Remy. In an instant he was gone.
Forge flipped the switch again. It took several minutes, but finally another bright light filled the spot where Remy had been lit up. Seconds later, Remy was standing there, card in one hand, knife in the other, both glowing. He realized where he was. "Sorry."
"It worked," Kurt praised.
"Yes, but we still need to test it again. Thank you, Remy. That couldn't have been fun being the guinea pig."
"Fun is not what I'd call it, mon ami."
"Kurt, you want to go next?"
Logan's flight had arrived on time. 'Must be a one time deal.' he thought. Quickly, he rented a bike from the airport garage. After it was brought forward, he mounted and rode away. A few hours later he arrived at the edge. Leaving the bike there, hidden, he continued on foot.
Kurt had been the next to try. He had gone back with no problem. But they were having difficulties bringing him back.
"I don't get it. It worked with Remy." the Cajun raged.
"Even if we can get Kurt back this time and it works properly, how are you going to get them homing beacons?"
"I've asked myself that, Rogue." his face was solemn. "I haven't figured it out. I don't know if you can leave anything there."
"You can take stuff."
"What?!" They all asked. They had forgotten the pixie girl in the corner.
"Take stuff," and she held up trinkets she had taken from each memory.
"You took all of theses?" she nodded. "How?" Forge questioned.
"I picked it up before I left."
"But you were a hologram. You weren't physically there."
"Didn't seem to matter. I saw my reflection, too."
"Maybe,...I can make enough of these, and Pixie, I mean Irona can take them back to each."
"That may work."
Logan had come to the edge of the village and was greeted by a young man, obviously a warrior. After a few words in Cherokee, the boy lead Logan to Spotted Fawn's tipi. He waited outside. She came out. "Logan, what are you doing here?"
"We need to talk, Fawny."
"More power. That's what we need. More energy. Great." Forge laughed.
"What's so funny?" Rogue asked.
"Lately, when I needed more power, Alex was here to assist. I use his powers in return for electric chips and boards."
"Now that's ironic." Rogue said, then asked, "Is there anyone else who could help?"
"I don't know. Someone who can use outside powers."
"What about Remy?" Gambit asked.
"Could work. Short zaps of your powers, nothing close to charging it up completely. Let's try." Forge said, "Remy, place your hand here, and when I say, charge the machine." Remy did so and nodded when ready. "Okay,...now." A bright light, a loud scream. Kurt was back.
"Finally. I thought you'd forgotten me."
"It worked. Hurry. We have to make seven more of these." "What about, Logan?" Fawn asked.
"In private."
"Fine." She lead him away from the village. "Better?" He just grunted. "Now,...what is this about? What caused you to come all this way?"
"It's about Morgana," he gave and then grunted.
"What about Earth? Is she in trouble?"
"She's fine. Well, no. She's not fine. She's hurt, very badly."
"You must take me to her," Fawn demanded.
"She has no wound or illness."
"You said she was hurt."
"Her hearts broken. Shattered."
"Logan," she gave a sigh heavy enough to create canyons. "Not this. She can not be with that thief. He's no good for her. His past is too dangerous."
"I was good for you? You who still do not know my past, or even my last name? Fawn, listen. All you know of him is his past as a thief. He's quit that life. He quit it for her."
"I don't want her messing up her life."
"Fawn..."
"Logan, you don't know what we've went through. I know what's best for my daughter."
"You're right, Fawn. I wasn't there for you or her. I would have been if I'd known. But we can't let what happened between us determine their future. We have no right." He was about to get angry.
"Logan, she is my daughter. I have to watch out for her. And a thief, retired or not, is no good for her."
"Fawn, she's my daughter, too." He was getting angry now. "You don't know the lad. He's a good kid. Responsible. Almost if not more than Scott." She didn't know what he was talking about. "What I'm trying to say, Fawn, is that he's good for her. He truly...loves her."
"How do you know this? What makes you so sure?" she asked crossing her arms on her chest. "I can see it in the way he looks at her, the way his head turns when she walks in."
"She is a beautiful girl. Any man would."
"Not like this. He doesn't get side-tracked, but all she has to do is wink and he's lost his train of thought."
"You don't even know how long they've known each other."
"Almost four years. And they're close in age. Not like we were." She gave him a strange look. "I haven't aged a day. You are no longer eighteen, darlin'."
"Age shouldn't matter."
"Neither should pasts." She was surprised my this.
Only two more beacons needed to be constructed. Thankfully nothing had happened like before. He had given Pixie some of the beacons and she had gone back and given them to the Pack members. All that was left was one for Morgana and Quinn. They were almost complete.
Pixie had just returned. "Sean's got his, and can't wait to get home."
"Okay. Just a bit...more. Done. Here you go, Irona. Safe travel." and she was gone. And back.
"Trust me, they are more than ready to come back."
"Let's pray this works," Forge flipped the switch.
End chapter nine. Ten coming.
Scrambles chapter nine: Getting Home
Reluctantly, having to have been the first to volunteer before they had known, Remy went first. Forge strapped the wrist band to him. Remy had kissed Rogue's hand and grabbed a knife before signaling he was ready. Forge flipped the switch on the instrument, and a bright light surround Remy. In an instant he was gone.
Forge flipped the switch again. It took several minutes, but finally another bright light filled the spot where Remy had been lit up. Seconds later, Remy was standing there, card in one hand, knife in the other, both glowing. He realized where he was. "Sorry."
"It worked," Kurt praised.
"Yes, but we still need to test it again. Thank you, Remy. That couldn't have been fun being the guinea pig."
"Fun is not what I'd call it, mon ami."
"Kurt, you want to go next?"
Logan's flight had arrived on time. 'Must be a one time deal.' he thought. Quickly, he rented a bike from the airport garage. After it was brought forward, he mounted and rode away. A few hours later he arrived at the edge. Leaving the bike there, hidden, he continued on foot.
Kurt had been the next to try. He had gone back with no problem. But they were having difficulties bringing him back.
"I don't get it. It worked with Remy." the Cajun raged.
"Even if we can get Kurt back this time and it works properly, how are you going to get them homing beacons?"
"I've asked myself that, Rogue." his face was solemn. "I haven't figured it out. I don't know if you can leave anything there."
"You can take stuff."
"What?!" They all asked. They had forgotten the pixie girl in the corner.
"Take stuff," and she held up trinkets she had taken from each memory.
"You took all of theses?" she nodded. "How?" Forge questioned.
"I picked it up before I left."
"But you were a hologram. You weren't physically there."
"Didn't seem to matter. I saw my reflection, too."
"Maybe,...I can make enough of these, and Pixie, I mean Irona can take them back to each."
"That may work."
Logan had come to the edge of the village and was greeted by a young man, obviously a warrior. After a few words in Cherokee, the boy lead Logan to Spotted Fawn's tipi. He waited outside. She came out. "Logan, what are you doing here?"
"We need to talk, Fawny."
"More power. That's what we need. More energy. Great." Forge laughed.
"What's so funny?" Rogue asked.
"Lately, when I needed more power, Alex was here to assist. I use his powers in return for electric chips and boards."
"Now that's ironic." Rogue said, then asked, "Is there anyone else who could help?"
"I don't know. Someone who can use outside powers."
"What about Remy?" Gambit asked.
"Could work. Short zaps of your powers, nothing close to charging it up completely. Let's try." Forge said, "Remy, place your hand here, and when I say, charge the machine." Remy did so and nodded when ready. "Okay,...now." A bright light, a loud scream. Kurt was back.
"Finally. I thought you'd forgotten me."
"It worked. Hurry. We have to make seven more of these." "What about, Logan?" Fawn asked.
"In private."
"Fine." She lead him away from the village. "Better?" He just grunted. "Now,...what is this about? What caused you to come all this way?"
"It's about Morgana," he gave and then grunted.
"What about Earth? Is she in trouble?"
"She's fine. Well, no. She's not fine. She's hurt, very badly."
"You must take me to her," Fawn demanded.
"She has no wound or illness."
"You said she was hurt."
"Her hearts broken. Shattered."
"Logan," she gave a sigh heavy enough to create canyons. "Not this. She can not be with that thief. He's no good for her. His past is too dangerous."
"I was good for you? You who still do not know my past, or even my last name? Fawn, listen. All you know of him is his past as a thief. He's quit that life. He quit it for her."
"I don't want her messing up her life."
"Fawn..."
"Logan, you don't know what we've went through. I know what's best for my daughter."
"You're right, Fawn. I wasn't there for you or her. I would have been if I'd known. But we can't let what happened between us determine their future. We have no right." He was about to get angry.
"Logan, she is my daughter. I have to watch out for her. And a thief, retired or not, is no good for her."
"Fawn, she's my daughter, too." He was getting angry now. "You don't know the lad. He's a good kid. Responsible. Almost if not more than Scott." She didn't know what he was talking about. "What I'm trying to say, Fawn, is that he's good for her. He truly...loves her."
"How do you know this? What makes you so sure?" she asked crossing her arms on her chest. "I can see it in the way he looks at her, the way his head turns when she walks in."
"She is a beautiful girl. Any man would."
"Not like this. He doesn't get side-tracked, but all she has to do is wink and he's lost his train of thought."
"You don't even know how long they've known each other."
"Almost four years. And they're close in age. Not like we were." She gave him a strange look. "I haven't aged a day. You are no longer eighteen, darlin'."
"Age shouldn't matter."
"Neither should pasts." She was surprised my this.
Only two more beacons needed to be constructed. Thankfully nothing had happened like before. He had given Pixie some of the beacons and she had gone back and given them to the Pack members. All that was left was one for Morgana and Quinn. They were almost complete.
Pixie had just returned. "Sean's got his, and can't wait to get home."
"Okay. Just a bit...more. Done. Here you go, Irona. Safe travel." and she was gone. And back.
"Trust me, they are more than ready to come back."
"Let's pray this works," Forge flipped the switch.
End chapter nine. Ten coming.
