I - Illusion
(Gambit & Professor X)
Everything was off somehow. Like, not just waking up on the wrong side of the bed off, but like walking into a parallel universe off. And Gambit didn't know what it was exactly, just that everything was not okay. He was not okay. Everything was too cheery, too happy. It shouldn't be like this, it just...shouldn't.
"Hey Remy!" Rogue wrapped her covered arms around his neck and hugged him close. Another thing that was off. Rogue would never hug him like this, she was always so careful and not really touchy-feely. She was too scared to be so physically affectionate.
This wasn't Gambit's Rogue.
Scott was waving to him from where he a Logan were playing pool. They weren't even making snide comments towards one another. Jean approached and began to ask for his help with dinner. Jeannie would never ask for his help with the cooking. This whole place was ...off.
Gambit swallowed the lump in his throat and gently pushed his beautiful Rogue away. "Ah, I'm sorry mon chers, but I think Gambit needs ta lie down for a peace." The red-head and brunette both sighed dramatically but let him pass.
On his way up the stairs, something even more odd happened. Archangel, AKA Warren Worthington the Third, someone who despised Gambit with all of his being, smiled at him and clapped him on the shoulder in a friendly manor as if they had always been the best of friends.
This wasn't normal.
Watchful eyes caught Remy's and he stared into the all-seeing gaze of Charles Xavier, who's wheelchair was parked at the end of the hall, by a window.
What has he done?