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Chapter Twenty-Nine
On time! Huzzah! And on a holiday weekend too! (for my non Canadian readers in Canada this weekend is thanksgiving) not much to say otherwise, just a general shout out of affection to all my reviewers, honestly, you guys are a degree of awsome words cannot describe.
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Man is never alone. Acknowledged or unacknowledged, that which dreams through him is always there to support him from within. ~Laurence van der Post
The words "I am" are potent words; be careful what you hitch them to. The thing you're claiming has a way of reaching back and claiming you. ~A.L. Kitselman
I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake. ~Rene Descartes
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Kitty watched as Rogue entered the Hangar with the two strange mutants, Sinister did not follow her in, instead entering a hidden elevator into a viewing deck just above the large empty room. It made Kitty feel cold, cold and disgusted. He had seen them coming. He had been prepared for this fight to happen.
"Surge you stay here and stay in contact with me. Rune and Caine, gather up your best fighters. I want everyone else taken to the exit Declan chose to be the escape route, have them settle in and wait. If we win we'll all leave together, if we don't Surge and I should be able to initiate a self destruct, they'll hear the alarms and have time to clear the area."
On the screen a third unknown mutant entered through a side door, identified as Psychostorm by the inmates he entered alone. Kitty flew through surveillance to find the guards he had been accompanied by, they had flooded a few of the labs, it looked like they were trying to burn copies from the information stored on the computers. Kitty wished them luck, having fried most of the servers herself and unleashed a virus into the ones she hadn't. Unfound it would infect any computer creating a copy of the hard drive and send it to Kitty's own. It might prove useful, depending on what Sinister had been up too.
"So are we starting this thing or what?" Caine asked, behind him a few of the more savage looking body builders from his crew echoed his impatience.
"No."
"What do you mean No?"
"Believe me, you can't handle her."
"I almost took her once." Caine boasted, "all of us together, she won't last long."
"Wrong." Kurt growled at him, "the Rogue you fought pulled her punches, this Rogue is being controlled by a madman. She isn't wearing a collar, one touch and you don't just go down you give her all your power too." Kurt looked at them all critically, tee shirts and tank tops and the same sports bra Rogue wore met his scrutiny, there was entirely too much exposed skin for any of them, especially the physically powered ones, to even try fighting Rogue.
"So what do we do? Stand here and stare at her waiting for the dream King to bring her back?"
"Subconscious time moves a lot faster than real time," Surge reminded them, "Maybe it won't take very long for them to bring her back."
"We can't wait. Kurt and I will fight her. Rune, I want you and the two with ranged powers to cover us," Kitty began, adding a silent please try not to hit us, "Caine, I want you and the physically based powers to wait, Psychostorm and the other two aren't likely to wait forever. If they move take them down, who are my telepath powers again?" Three hands went up, the one with psionic shields, a weak actual telepath and an illusionist. "You three concentrate on Psychostorm if he starts using his power. Do what you can to subdue or stop it." She didn't expect miracles, but a power exposing a persons deepest fears could decimate whatever token resistance this group of untrained and frightened kids could manage. They needed the X-men, they needed more time and they needed Rogue on their side and not against it.
"Rune." Kurt began, his voice heavy with the weight of the words responsibility demanded he say. "Don't hold back. Rogue is too dangerous like this for us to pull our punches. There's no guarantee Gambit will succeed. If Kitty and I can't stop her don't shoot to wound."
All eyes turned, wide with surprise, to look at both Kitty and Kurt. Rogue was the person they were all here trying to save, the person who made the resistance possible. She was Kitty and Kurts' friend, their family, they couldn't be serious.
Kitty squeezed her eyes closed, clenching her fists against an onslaught of emotion. When she opened them again her eyes were hard, hollow, her voice resolute. "Kurt's right. We can't risk it, not with this many people needing us. We have to treat this situation the way it is now and not the way we hope it might be soon. If there are signs of anyone other than Sinister guiding her movement hold back, otherwise we have to fight for keeps."
Kurt took a deep breath. "Does everyone understand what they're doing?" everyone nodded, the non-combatants had already begun moving towards the designated exit/waiting area.
"Surge?" Kitty asked.
"I have the code." The girl answered, the code that would initiate the self destruct.
"Then let's go." Kurt grabbed Kitty's hand and ported them to their entrance into the hangar, the battlefield. "Can we really do this Kurt?" she asked before the others could arrive to hear her doubt. "We can't beat her, not like this, can we really kill her if it comes to that?"
"We have to." Kurt answered, but he was afraid the real answer was No.
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"Wow, that's more of a story then Ah was expectin'." Rogue deadpanned, staring off at the distance in what Remy hoped was acceptance. Having decided to tell her everything about her recent waking circumstance the more words that left his mouth the more unbelievable it all sounded; loss of control, attempted kidnapping, psychic possession and blackmail, actual kidnapping (by a mad scientist no less), everything spinning around everything else into something that could only happen to someone with X emblazoned on their clothes.
"I know it's a lot chere," Remy spoke when the silence stretched into the uncomfortable. "I know you got no reason ta trust me, but it's de truth." He couldn't meet her eyes, he'd told her about the link too, he should've told her about it back when it first developed, but he couldn't help feeling... he wasn't even sure, embarrassed? Guilty? Kurt was more right then the German boy could guess, Remy had been handling this whole thing wrong from the beginning.
"What choice have Ah got but ta believe ya?" Rogue answered after another moment. "It sounds a ways past crazy, but it doesn't sound wrong." She looked him up and down, appraising him now that the initial surprise and uncertainty had passed. Remy knew the look well enough and couldn't stop himself from grinning, Rogue would probably deny this moment the rest of her life, acting like a girl and all. "Gahd," she drawled letting a slow slide of a grin pull at her own lips. "Ah must have done a number on you."
"Excuse moi?"
"Look at ya! Ah can't remember anything before this little dream world and even Ah can spot you for an arrogant, narcissist snake in the grass. When Ah do get my memories back, from what you've told me 'bout mahself, I can already see a handful of places in that story that're probably gonna make me a couple kinds of pissed off. And yet here you are, confessing everything, leaving nothin' out. So what was it that made ya fall fer me? Did Ah ignore ya? Did Ah like someone else? Did it drive yer glory hound to puppy love?"
"De only thing you got right Chere was implying that you were hard ta get along with. Never met a woman so moody 'fore you, made every day dangerous that's fer sure." Remy retorted, his pride stung at her interpretation of his part in all the drama. Rogue looked torn between temper and passivity so Remy continued before she could settle, knowing which way she'd cast the die if he gave her the chance. "It wasn' the challenge chere, we have our differences, a lot of 'em actually, but it ain't the challenge sending me after you. I'm no glory hound, and this isn't puppy love neither. I don't think either of us really knows what it is, but it isn't nothin'." He almost glared at her, knowing she couldn't remember him and being irrationally mad at her for it.
"Ah'm sorry Remy." Rogue looked away, her words soft, "It's all a lot ta take in, Ah was tryin' ta lighten the mood, didn't mean ta make it personal. Didn't mean ta tease at something still sensitive, Ah'm sorry."
"S'okay chere, jus' been a long day."
"So this is mah mind?" She asked, changing the subject as subtly as she could, which wasn't very. "Man, Ah must be some kinda fucked up."
"Think it's kinda nice, little more woodsy den I pegged you for," Remy argued, looking at the trees and taking in the cool breeze and blue sky, a guttural caw drew his attention into the branches, some of the Ravens remained, watching the two darkly. "What's wit' de birds?" He asked. Rogue shrugged.
"Beats me, since yer the one who actually knows me right now seems you should have the better idea. All Ah know is that they're nice enough till the sun sets." As soon as she finished the sentence her eyes widened, mouth parting in a panicked gasp. "Oh god what time is it?" Her head whipped up and then down, checking first the sun and then the shadows of the trees at her feet. "We gotta move." She grabbed Remy's arm and began to pull him away, picking up speed quickly. There was no trail that Remy could see, no markers indicating some kind of destination, but Rogue seemed to know what she was doing and where she was going.
"What is it?" Remy demanded, an unpleasant emotion spiking his adrenaline as he paced her, nipping at his heels while the shadows elongated a lot faster then they should have, the sky moving from blue to pink as if Rogue's attention had called for the change.
"We gotta get to the train! You wanna know why it's so easy for me ta believe this is all some kinda of dream, weird stuff happens at night Remy, somethin's in here with us and it's like this dream is only mine when it's light out."
The handful of ravens were flying above them, in the air high above the trees he could the rest, hundreds of them, but it was like their forms were changing, melting together, in the resulting ink stain against the sky Remy saw a monster.
"It's not far," Rogue shouted to him, he ran faster, up ahead he could see the ground sloping down into a valley, at the lowest point he could see a train, it wasn't moving but he could hear machinery starting to work, see the wheels starting to turn pulling the sanctuary away. He grabbed her hand, pulling her after him as he picked up more speed. He didn't need Rogue to tell him that the train only ran at night. If they didn't get on it now they'd be left in this forest with whatever it was Rogue was so afraid of.
He really didn't want to find out what it was.
The shadows grew, snaking and writhing towards the two southerners like living things, the pink sky was too quickly being bled through with purple, Gambit could already see true darkness creeping up the wall of the sky behind the trees.
"Run!" Rogue shouted, redundant and needless but fear was not a rational creature, it demanded expression and only Remy's tightly clenched teeth were keeping him silent. They were almost there, the incline of the hill spurring their momentum forwards, the train was starting to crawl now, it wouldn't take long before it was fast enough that they'd miss their chance. It was a long machine, but there was only one open boxcar.
Sounds from the trees whispered at Remy's thieves training. There were other things running out there. He couldn't call them human, it didn't sound like human running, but there was more then one.
When they reached the train there was only a token stain of colour left in the sky, they didn't slow down, running parallel to the train, running towards the shadows and the horrors within it, the open boxcar gaining steadily on their position. Remy held his breath unintentionally. If he miscalculated anything it was all over. "Now!" He scream, Rogue jumped as Remy threw her, the open boxcar inviting and safe.
"Remy!" Rogue shrieked, he threw himself at the opening rapidly passing him by, hitting the edge of the doorway and losing his balance. He caught a glimpse of eyes and the hungry maw of something unintentional attempting to close on his leg when Rogue's hands buried themselves in his trench coat, throwing all her weight into pulling him inside. The snap of an empty muzzle outside heralded the realization of nightfall.
Momentum and balance well beyond their control the two fell in a tangled embrace to the floor of the boxcar. Gasping for breath.
"Merci ma chere, je vous dois."
"M'happy, get off me now."
Chuckling Remy complied, rolling off of her and onto his back. Rogue didn't move any further away, still in the process of catching her breath, trying to pretend she had not come so close to whatever it was that waited out there when it got dark.
"I told you what's been happenin' out dere," he waved a hand to indicate the waking world. "I t'ink maybe it's time you tell me what's been happenin' in here."
"Wish Ah knew Cajun," Rogue answered, voice still a little hollow from fear, her limited available memory could explain nothing of this world that she had apparently created, however subconsciously. "Understan' now why Ah said if this was mah world Ah must be fucked up."
"Even if that's true, an' its not, you got good reasons for your darkness." She didn't respond which worked out well, images assaulted Remy to a point where he wouldn't have heard her anyway. Rogue growing up with Mystique, being taught to fear herself and everyone else, Rogue growing up being told over and over not to let anyone get too close; Rogue with the X-men, met with suspicion and distrust for her initial stint with the brotherhood. Rogue hiding herself behind hostility and apathy because it was easier then trusting the wrong person, again.
Always careful. Always being watched. Watched for the next break down, for the next mistake, for the next opportunity to be kidnapped/betrayed/tricked/abandoned.
She had her reasons all right. He turned his head to look at her, she had an arm over her eyes, still processing, still breathing hard. She was... lighter here, without her memories reminding her of her early training, reminding her why it was easier to hide then it was to hurt, holding her down and holding her back.
Her name was Rogue. He wondered if she could remember a time when she was known by something else. The person beside him was who she was at the core of things, a little more punch and a little less poison.
"I told ya 'bout yer powers," Remy started slowly, not sure where he was going with this.
"Absorption," Rogue supplied, to prove she'd been listening, it had been a long story.
"Time to tell ya the rest of it. Yer powers Rogue, you can't turn 'em off." She moved her arm, regarding him cautiously with vibrant green eyes. "Whatever it is dat happens at dark, I don't think it comes from you... I think it's the psyches."
"Psyches?"
Remy sighed, pulling himself to his feet, his need to shuffle a deck of cards not in his metaphysical pockets making him antsy. This wasn't likely to be an easy conversation. He leaned against the opening, staring out into a world too dark to make out details, a world he was sure even now was staring back. Hank had quoted someone to Remy once, a philosopher he was sure, maybe Nietzche; when you look into the abyss, the abyss looks into you. Turning away from the scenery he moved further in again, hearing the echo of those teeth so close to his body, leaning against a random crate in the corner. Rogue by this time was sitting up as well, back against the wall opposite of the doorway, watching him intently, waiting for him to continue.
"Yer a complicated girl chere." Remy said ruefully. "dere's no easy way into dis."
His accent seemed thicker while his thoughts drifted further away.
"Take yer time." Rogue suggested, looking significantly outside. "Ah got all night."
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Storm stood, stoic and still, while those students selected to continue the fight milled restlessly around her. The thieves had been truly masterful in their talent for mayhem. The soldiers at the entrance were well and truly too busy to notice a few unarmed enemies slip away.
The building ahead of them, shining brightly in the waning sunlight, stood out in the swamp like a road flare on a moonless night. The debris scattered around the indestructible form suggested there had recently been some form of cover to disguise it.
"It's no use." Jean finally voiced what they all knew. There would be no side-entrance for the rest of the team, something was keeping the door from being opened. Meanwhile Kurt, Kitty, Gambit and Logan were on their own against any number of terrible situations.
"Jean," Storm began, her eyes white and her tone demanding respect, if not outright fear, from any who heard it. "Contact Scott," who had been left behind with Wanda and Bobby to provide cover for the thieves, "Tell him to get everybody to move back, but keep Sinisters soldiers from moving forward."
"Storm," Jean began slowly, like a person trying to talk a wild horse into calming down, but Storm was not a wild animal, she was a force of nature, platitudes were beyond her care.
"I'm sorry Jean, I have been charged with the care of you students, but I am beginning to think that the thieves and Wolverine may be right in their desired courses." Everybody noticed she'd said Wolverine and not Logan. "The professor will forgive me, given time and the return of our missing friends I will also forgive myself."
"Storm, please, this isn't the way the X-men do things, this isn't what we stand for!" Jean tried to argue. Storm floated into the air, past her patience and afraid with every passing second that the chances of recovery were slipping away. If she lost any of her students today it was not going to be because she did less then she was capable. "Storm!" Jean tried again.
"They will run Jean," Storm told her calmly. "I am certain they will run." Certain, but not sure. A subtle yet immense difference floated between the two words. Storm left Jean behind, frantically relaying what she'd seen of Storm's intentions to Scott. By the time Storm was above the battlefield, too high to be in range of guns, she was sure that Jean had succeeded and all innocents were out of the danger zone. Behind her the clouds gathered.
"Storms," she intoned, "wind and ice and fury, take the obstacles from our paths." Lighting tore the sky behind her, arcing down, violent and deadly and while not deliberately seeking out living victims it was not being careful not to either.
Storm had been a teacher when this started. She had stayed with her students, protecting them. When the soldiers proved to be ready for them she had lead the retreat. She had to protect them. She had been holding back, aware of her own destructive capabilities.
Somewhere in that facility were four of her students. Four of her students and one of her friends.
She had been a fool, as they all had, to think they could face this challenge using the same rules and guidelines that had dictated all the others.
Sinister was a madman. A monster.
She loved Charles dearly, and truly believed in his dream, but the thought was now plaguing her that if they had been more aggressive from the beginning Rogue would be safe and the open warfare beneath her may have been avoided. After this there would truly be little innocence left to any of her children.
Sinister needed to know. Any who sided with or worked for Sinister needed to know.
The X-men should never be provoked beyond their ideals.
Storm closed her eyes, feeling the Storm raging around her, maintaining only enough control to keep it from spreading to the wrong side of the field.
She couldn't bare the thought that she might be responsible for the deaths of any men below her, but the thought of losing even one of her students was enough to keep her from holding anything back. If those men were smart they would be running soon, dropping their weapons and fleeing into a full and permanent retreat.
Guilty though it made her feel she knew also that if they had presence of mind enough to seal the doorway behind them she would hunt them down one by one until she found someone that could open it again.
She thought almost longingly of Logan, wishing he was there to tell her how she could know something was the only way and not be so affected by the necessary choice.
She wished the students were back in New York.
She wished a lot of things that wouldn't happen.
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"Shadowcat and Nightcrawler, if I'm not mistaken," Sinister's voice filled the room, transmitted from the observation deck, metallic and cold, like a snake in your ear. He didn't acknowledge the inmate mutants filing in behind the two uniformed X-men. "These three waiting here are Psychostorm, Vertigo and George. I believe you are already familiar with Rogue."
"What'd you do to her you bastard." Kitty hissed. Rogue showed no sign of recognizing the two, no sign of anything, her eyes remained dull and unfocused, looking at nothing, seeing nothing.
"Only what was necessary I assure you, I have allowed no permanent harm to come to her on a physical level." His words made both X-men tense, rage and concern fighting for dominance. "I'm pleased that the two of you were the ones to get so far, your powers should prove a very interesting challenge for her despite her own limitless capabilities. Though I am surprised that Mr. Lebeau in not amongst you, I had thought the two were close."
He doesn't know, Kitty thought, schooling her face into a mask of apathy. Whatever paltry telepathic defences the rag-tag group of captives could put together was working. Which meant one of two things, either Sinister had too much of his power wrapped up in controlling Rogue to break the shielding down or he had already been using so much that he was tired, his powers weakened as a result.
"Rogue," Sinister all but purred, tired of talking with those beneath him. "Kill them, if you please."
Rogue didn't speak, didn't look as though she'd heard, but she obeyed regardless. Kitty and Kurt got ready, taking defensive stances, mouths opening in surprise as their former friend began to float off of the ground, hands curling into fists. Without warning she was suddenly airborn and only a foot away when Kitty had the presence of mind to phase herself through Rogue instead of getting of hit. The inmates scattered as Rogue struck the floor, leaving the rippling hole of a crater as she stood and turned, looking for her target.
"Oh my god!" Kitty managed to gasp, looking at the damage that could have been her. Rune and two others opened fire, their bullets impacting with dull thuds and bouncing harmlessly away. Rogue moved forward, floating again, unharmed and out of reach.
Kitty and Kurt exchanged a glance, this was beyond what they could handle, at least for long. Declan had said that time moved faster in dreams. They would go as long as they could, but escape was now the priority.
"Retreat!" Kurt shouted at the still mostly stunned gathering of mutants.
"George, Vertigo, Psychostorm, if you please." Came Sinisters response. Kurt and Kitty tried to intervene, to stop the three opponents so the others could get out but Rogue was fast, and too powerful they couldn't afford to split their focus. Not with Rogue being suddenly super strong and invulnerable on top of her already familiar absorption.
As the three mutants rushed forward a wave of the inmates met them, half throwing themselves into the fray while the other half ran. Sinister watched with a spreading grin as the two battles unfolded before him, concentrating mostly on Rogue.
It wouldn't take long, he knew, the two X-men had only minutes left to live. If the others managed to get in Rogue would make short work of them as well.
Content with the carnage he had orchestrated Sinister watched and reflected on his work.
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Rogue took a deep breath to center herself, still staring outside to the dark world beyond. "So that's the good reason fer mah darkness?"
"One o' many chere."
She laughed, a forced sound, "Don't think Ah can take any more tonight." She answered truthfully, "s'alot ta take in."
"M'sorry chere," Remy told her, "but it makes sense, the psyches, fer some reason, hated Sinister, makes sense you'd bring whatever edge ya could in here wit' ya ta fight him off if he ever came."
"So why're they attackin' me?" She asked.
Remy shrugged. "Dunno, maybe dey feel like dey gotta attack somethin', and since Sinister ain't here..." he let that hang, the blank space was easy enough to fill.
"Maybe." She answered.
"So what now? We wait for daylight? And den what, wander the forest, wait with de train?"
"Ah don't see very many other options." Rogue growled a little.
"Dere should be clues..."
"What swamp rat? Speak up."
"Declan, de one with de dream powers, he said there'd be clues, telling us what to do and where to look."
"How do we find them?"
Remy shrugged again. "Don't know. He said I should recognize them, since I know you I would know what was important, was what significant."
"Do you?"
Helplessly he shrugged again. "Haven't seen anything so far. M'plan was to head for the center o' de island, figure I'll find something there."
"There's no way to make it there and back to the train before nightfall." Rogue ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "Ah've tried."
Remy grinned, suddenly thinking of the darkness, of the horrible potency of the fear it had invoked. "Me an' you chere, we can do more together." He began, "m'powers ain't worked since I got here, and yours neither, but it don't mean they ain't here somewhere. What's in those woods that we haven't faced before? We've already faced worse today!"
"What're you talking about?"
"Empathy." He explained, standing once again at the open door, staring out into a night that suddenly looked more familiar.
He was Gambit for crying out loud. He was Remy Lebeau. He wasn't afraid of the night, hell, he was raised in it. He wasn't afraid of noises in the shadows or some unnamed threat. Neither was Rogue. The two of them were headstrong and stubborn, enough pride between them to topple a church. So why were they afraid to miss the train? Why were they afraid to leave its random sanctuary.
"Think about it chere, what're you afraid of."
"Gettin' ripped to pieces and eaten by a god damn monster." She deadpanned, "Ah dunno, it just seemed reasonable."
"It's empathy chere, my empathy. Yer only scarin' yourself. We're trained fighters Rogue, trained by de best o' de best, we fight worse than fairy tales every day, and sometimes we think it's boring. So what're you afraid of?"
Rogue didn't answer, staring out into the night, there was a full moon, if the light in the boxcar wasn't on ruining their night-sight they'd probably have a pretty good view of everything. She was afraid of something out there waiting for her.
So why hadn't she been afraid of Remy? She found some strange guy in the woods and she challenged him. Daylight had nothing to do with it, so what was she afraid of out there if not a stranger of unknown origin with unknown intention? Suddenly the thought of missing the train wasn't overwhelming. The thought of travelling further then the train tracks would allow didn't set off a panic attack.
Just like that the spell was broken. She didn't know what she was afraid of, but she knew for damn certain what she didn't want; to be stuck in this limbo forever.
"Damn Cajun, Ah'm beginning to see why Ah like you so much."
"You got a crush on me chere?" he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, eliciting a laugh.
"Like you didn' know, but don't get too eager ya lech, a crush ain't nothin' more then friendship excited."
Remy laughed, "I always knew we would get along, given the chance," he told her.
"Remy." He stood a little straighter, looking at her, her tone suddenly serious.
"Yeah Chere?"
"Promise me somethin' okay?"
"Anythin'."
"If this is a dream then that means there's a chance Ah won't remember it when Ah wake up," Remy nodded slowly, he hadn't thought of that. "Promise me if that happens that you'll tell me everythin' that happened in here. Even if Ah get mad, even if Ah act cold and distant Ah don't mean it. Ah'm probably gonna try ta push you away again, promise not ta let me."
"Rogue, do you remember?" Her tone was too familiar, too informed.
"No," she answered truthfully, "but when ya made me realise the fear wasn' comin' from us, Ah dunno... it was weird, like lookin' in a mirror in yer mind, Ah could see me without really being me." She bit her lip, looking away. "Ah sound crazy."
Remy moved towards her, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Non chere, ya sound like we're on the right track." Neither said anything for a while until Rogue started to doze, her head dropping slowly until it was resting against Gambit."
"Swamp rat," she said, letting her eyes close now that there was someone else to watch her back so she could rest. "Please be here when Ah wake up."
"Toujours ma chere."
"Also if ya tell anyone 'bout any o' this other then me, Ah'll beat you back to sunday."
Remy couldn't help but laugh.
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Shift here! Whew, the beginning of the end, finally all the prep work is done!
I hope you all liked this chapter, I hope the scene with Storm worked well and didn't make her seem OOC or anything, scenes like that are hard and it was really the fastest, cleanest way to get past that point. (Honestly past me, next time make a god damn outline so future you doesn't have to try to make sense of your chaos and turn it into something rational).
I also hope the Rogue scenes are okay, again, not exactly the Romy we all love, but I just can't be blatant, I am incapable, I just hope it wasn't too subtle and didn't annoy you.
Look at me all updating on the right day! (it counts so long as I haven't gone to bed yet)
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