"Where de petite go, Remy wonder," Remy remarked, meaning Milana who had
left a while ago. "Ow chere, Remy clean already!" he said as Jean put down
her tools.
"Fine then, I think I got it all. Let me wrap it and then I'll help you find Milana." She said, wrapping Remy's chest tightly. "Is that alright?" she asked.
"Righ' an' tigh'," Remy said, trying to make enough room to breathe in the tightly bound bandage. Jean didn't say anything and looked over at Kurt, who was sitting on an examination table and staring at his hands, he hadn't moved since Milana had left.
"Kurt, would you like to come? The professor said Milana is up at her room," Jean said. Kurt nodded slowly and got up, and then taking the lead as Ororo and Remy followed.
"Dis mansion, bigger den i' looks from de outside," Remy commented. Ororo looked at him and then smiled.
"Yes, it has to be in order to fit everything," she said. Remy nodded and sped up a little to keep up with Kurt, who had suddenly found his speed and after a moment was nearly running down the halls. They went up an elevator and then down another hall and then reached Milana's door.
"Milana? Milana!" Kurt called, knocking on the door. "Milana, please open the door." He sighed and his shoulders dropped, his forehead hitting the door. Remy stepped forward and gently pushed him aside.
"Le' Remy try," he said. Kurt moved away from the door to let Remy up to it.
"If she vill come out," he said.
"Hey petite," Remy called. "Why you leave Remy t' deal wid de ol' frens 'lone for?" he joked. Then the Cajun listened for a moment but didn't hear anything, so he knocked again. "Petite, open de door, you scarin' de papa." Remy waited, but still got no answer.
"We haven't heard anything from her since she was muttering to herself in there," Kitty said from behind them, her head sticking out from a wall. Remy raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, turning back to the door and knocking harder.
"Petite, you worryin' Remy now," he said.
"Kitty, would you please unlock the door? Just stick your hand in," Ororo said. Kitty nodded and emerged fully from the wall, walking forward and waiting for Remy to move out of her way before sticking her arm through. A moment later they heard a soft click and the knob turned. Kitty stepped back and allowed Kurt and Remy to go by.
The room was an absolute mess; trash wall all over the floor and so was most of the drawers and the things in them. The closet and bathroom doors were swinging open, and the bedding was all thrown around on the floor. In the middle of the catastrophe was Milana, laying facedown on the comforter. Kurt and Remy ran in.
"De petite breathin," Remy said. But before anything else happened Kurt gathered Milana into his arms and with a puff of blue smoke and loud *bamf* he and Milana disappeared. "No!" Remy shouted, frustrated. He got up and looked angrily at Ororo and Kitty, who were both just staring at him and trying to get over what they had just seen. Then Kitty spoke.
"I can get you down there almost as fast," she said.
Down in the med-bay Jean was cleaning up the scraps of bandages and other medical supplies when Kurt suddenly appeared, holding Milana in his arms and struggling to keep a hold of her and remain staying.
"Kurt?" Jean asked, startled as she hurried over and helped the blue man put Milana on one of the examination tables. "What happened to Milana?"
"I don't know," Kurt said, frustrated. "Ve valked in and found her, vot if she vos attacked?"
"Who was attacked?" Hank asked, coming in through the door he stopped when he saw Milana, but further talk was cut off as Remy and Kitty fell out of the ceiling. Shadowcat landed on her feet, but Remy landed on Hank, sending both crashing to the floor.
"Oof!" Hank gasped, his eye shooting open. Remy groaned and rolled off the large blue man.
"Bad landin' chere," the Cajun gasped. Kitty giggled as Remy got to his feet. Then he saw Hank, who was blinking at the ceiling as if waiting for more strangers to fall on him through it. "Sorry," Remy said, holding out a hand and helping Hank up. Then he turned around and ran to Milana, Kurt, and Jean.
"Wha' happen t' Lan?" he asked immediately. Jean shook her head and continued to check Milana's vital signs.
"I have no idea, but she seems to be only unconscious. Maybe it was drugs or something," the doctor replied.
"Milana does not do drugs," Kurt protested. Remy nodded.
"De petite raggin' on Remy fer only smoking," he said. Hank stepped forward.
"Let me get a blood sample," he said, taking out the needle he needed. "Then perhaps we can find out what's wrong with her."
"Maybe this?" Ororo asked, walking in and gingerly holding another needle in her hand.
"What's that?" Jean asked, looking at it closely. Ororo shrugged.
"I found it in Milana's room, it musty have fallen out of her hand when Kurt picked it up. There's still some of whatever it is in there." Ororo handed the needle to Hank, who also took the needle with Milana's blood over to his computers to check the samples.
"Well, she's not in any trouble right now," Jean sighed. "All we can do is wait for her to wake up." Kurt looked over at Remy, who was staring at Milana with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Perhaps you two should get some food," Jean suggested, looking at the two men.
"Nah, Remy stay here an wait for de chere t' wake up," Remy said, shaking his head. Kurt just stared at her with slightly glossy eyes.
"Alright," Jean sighed. "But it may take a while."
"I vill vait," Kurt said.
*****
"They're the same," Hank announced an hour later. Kurt and Remy looked up. "The drug in Milana's blood matches the drug that's in the needle Ororo found."
"What kind is it?" Jean asked. Hank shook his head.
"I have never seen anything like this before, but it's obviously very powerful, Milana did not receive that much this time." He said.
"Lan sleep long time at Remy's home," Remy said, thinking. "Was dat de problem wit 'er?"
"Wait a minute, how did you find her anyway?" Hank asked, looking at the young man closely.
"De petite was in de city, Remy foun' her when I was gettin some food. She was breathin, so Remy took 'er home 'n kept her safe. She woke up two days 'go, yellin' bout mistakes 'n getting home. Remy heard 'bout dis place an took Lan here." Remy said.
"She vos asleep for two veeks?" Kurt asked. Remy nodded. "And you are friends now?"
"Yeah," Remy said. "N' Remy don' let anyone hurt 'is frens, so I stay here."
"Milana is our friend to," Jean said automatically. Remy narrowed his eyes.
"Dat short man proves chere's point well," he said darkly. Kurt looked at his daughter and then closed his eyes when he saw the bandage that covered her shoulder, what Logan had done in his rage.
"If Milana was out all that time..." Jean broke off, thinking. Kurt didn't answer or look up, but the guilt was written all over his features. He had doubted his daughter, and then turned his back on her when she needed someone to stick up for her. It wasn't the alcohol, it was Kurt believing his mislead friends and leaving Milana to depend on a stranger for help. He was furious with himself.
"Fine then, I think I got it all. Let me wrap it and then I'll help you find Milana." She said, wrapping Remy's chest tightly. "Is that alright?" she asked.
"Righ' an' tigh'," Remy said, trying to make enough room to breathe in the tightly bound bandage. Jean didn't say anything and looked over at Kurt, who was sitting on an examination table and staring at his hands, he hadn't moved since Milana had left.
"Kurt, would you like to come? The professor said Milana is up at her room," Jean said. Kurt nodded slowly and got up, and then taking the lead as Ororo and Remy followed.
"Dis mansion, bigger den i' looks from de outside," Remy commented. Ororo looked at him and then smiled.
"Yes, it has to be in order to fit everything," she said. Remy nodded and sped up a little to keep up with Kurt, who had suddenly found his speed and after a moment was nearly running down the halls. They went up an elevator and then down another hall and then reached Milana's door.
"Milana? Milana!" Kurt called, knocking on the door. "Milana, please open the door." He sighed and his shoulders dropped, his forehead hitting the door. Remy stepped forward and gently pushed him aside.
"Le' Remy try," he said. Kurt moved away from the door to let Remy up to it.
"If she vill come out," he said.
"Hey petite," Remy called. "Why you leave Remy t' deal wid de ol' frens 'lone for?" he joked. Then the Cajun listened for a moment but didn't hear anything, so he knocked again. "Petite, open de door, you scarin' de papa." Remy waited, but still got no answer.
"We haven't heard anything from her since she was muttering to herself in there," Kitty said from behind them, her head sticking out from a wall. Remy raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, turning back to the door and knocking harder.
"Petite, you worryin' Remy now," he said.
"Kitty, would you please unlock the door? Just stick your hand in," Ororo said. Kitty nodded and emerged fully from the wall, walking forward and waiting for Remy to move out of her way before sticking her arm through. A moment later they heard a soft click and the knob turned. Kitty stepped back and allowed Kurt and Remy to go by.
The room was an absolute mess; trash wall all over the floor and so was most of the drawers and the things in them. The closet and bathroom doors were swinging open, and the bedding was all thrown around on the floor. In the middle of the catastrophe was Milana, laying facedown on the comforter. Kurt and Remy ran in.
"De petite breathin," Remy said. But before anything else happened Kurt gathered Milana into his arms and with a puff of blue smoke and loud *bamf* he and Milana disappeared. "No!" Remy shouted, frustrated. He got up and looked angrily at Ororo and Kitty, who were both just staring at him and trying to get over what they had just seen. Then Kitty spoke.
"I can get you down there almost as fast," she said.
Down in the med-bay Jean was cleaning up the scraps of bandages and other medical supplies when Kurt suddenly appeared, holding Milana in his arms and struggling to keep a hold of her and remain staying.
"Kurt?" Jean asked, startled as she hurried over and helped the blue man put Milana on one of the examination tables. "What happened to Milana?"
"I don't know," Kurt said, frustrated. "Ve valked in and found her, vot if she vos attacked?"
"Who was attacked?" Hank asked, coming in through the door he stopped when he saw Milana, but further talk was cut off as Remy and Kitty fell out of the ceiling. Shadowcat landed on her feet, but Remy landed on Hank, sending both crashing to the floor.
"Oof!" Hank gasped, his eye shooting open. Remy groaned and rolled off the large blue man.
"Bad landin' chere," the Cajun gasped. Kitty giggled as Remy got to his feet. Then he saw Hank, who was blinking at the ceiling as if waiting for more strangers to fall on him through it. "Sorry," Remy said, holding out a hand and helping Hank up. Then he turned around and ran to Milana, Kurt, and Jean.
"Wha' happen t' Lan?" he asked immediately. Jean shook her head and continued to check Milana's vital signs.
"I have no idea, but she seems to be only unconscious. Maybe it was drugs or something," the doctor replied.
"Milana does not do drugs," Kurt protested. Remy nodded.
"De petite raggin' on Remy fer only smoking," he said. Hank stepped forward.
"Let me get a blood sample," he said, taking out the needle he needed. "Then perhaps we can find out what's wrong with her."
"Maybe this?" Ororo asked, walking in and gingerly holding another needle in her hand.
"What's that?" Jean asked, looking at it closely. Ororo shrugged.
"I found it in Milana's room, it musty have fallen out of her hand when Kurt picked it up. There's still some of whatever it is in there." Ororo handed the needle to Hank, who also took the needle with Milana's blood over to his computers to check the samples.
"Well, she's not in any trouble right now," Jean sighed. "All we can do is wait for her to wake up." Kurt looked over at Remy, who was staring at Milana with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Perhaps you two should get some food," Jean suggested, looking at the two men.
"Nah, Remy stay here an wait for de chere t' wake up," Remy said, shaking his head. Kurt just stared at her with slightly glossy eyes.
"Alright," Jean sighed. "But it may take a while."
"I vill vait," Kurt said.
*****
"They're the same," Hank announced an hour later. Kurt and Remy looked up. "The drug in Milana's blood matches the drug that's in the needle Ororo found."
"What kind is it?" Jean asked. Hank shook his head.
"I have never seen anything like this before, but it's obviously very powerful, Milana did not receive that much this time." He said.
"Lan sleep long time at Remy's home," Remy said, thinking. "Was dat de problem wit 'er?"
"Wait a minute, how did you find her anyway?" Hank asked, looking at the young man closely.
"De petite was in de city, Remy foun' her when I was gettin some food. She was breathin, so Remy took 'er home 'n kept her safe. She woke up two days 'go, yellin' bout mistakes 'n getting home. Remy heard 'bout dis place an took Lan here." Remy said.
"She vos asleep for two veeks?" Kurt asked. Remy nodded. "And you are friends now?"
"Yeah," Remy said. "N' Remy don' let anyone hurt 'is frens, so I stay here."
"Milana is our friend to," Jean said automatically. Remy narrowed his eyes.
"Dat short man proves chere's point well," he said darkly. Kurt looked at his daughter and then closed his eyes when he saw the bandage that covered her shoulder, what Logan had done in his rage.
"If Milana was out all that time..." Jean broke off, thinking. Kurt didn't answer or look up, but the guilt was written all over his features. He had doubted his daughter, and then turned his back on her when she needed someone to stick up for her. It wasn't the alcohol, it was Kurt believing his mislead friends and leaving Milana to depend on a stranger for help. He was furious with himself.