My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 29
Thanks for all the positive reviews! I was practically squealing when I checked my email and saw all the review thingies. And it was sort of amusing, because I was at work, and everyone in the office was trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Oh well, they all think I'm crazy anyways.
About the card.... It was very significant for Remy to leave her that particular card. See, the Jack of Spades corresponds to the Prince of Swords card in Tarot, and that card is supposed to signify a young, headstrong man coming to the rescue. So, he left that card for her to mean that he was going to protect her, that he was going to try and save her from whatever would go wrong. Sweet, huh?
Anyways, I'm not really happy with the way this chapter turned out. I rewrote it a bunch of times, and I still don't like it. I can't seem to get some of the characterizations right in this one, no matter how many times I rewrite. But even though I hate it, it was a necessary transitional chapter. So, if you think this one sucks, you're not alone. But I wanted to get it out tonight, because I know people have been waiting, and since it's my birthday, please be nice with the reviews! Pretty please? With cherries on top? I swear the next one will be way better!!! And it will be up a lot sooner!!!
Atop the roof of the warehouse, a lone figure stood, watching as the X-Men and Rogue's Acolyte departed. _I was so close to having my children back! If she'd accepted me, I know Kurt would have gone along- he's such a follower, he would have never stood up to her if she'd wanted to join me._ In her won twisted way, she really did love her children, but her sense of motherly affection expressed itself in ways no sane person could ever understand.
Engrossed in pondering other ways to get into her children's' good graces, Mystique didn't sense the presence of another person until it was too late. Even as she turned, throwing herself into a defensive position, something hard and heavy hit her on the side of the head, throwing her clear across the roof top to lie in a heap of crumpled unconsciousness. Letting out a roar of triumph, feral eyes glowing in the moonlight, he stalked across the roof and roughly picked her body up, carelessly throwing it across his shoulders. Oh yes, his hunt tonight had definitely been good.
For Remy, the ride to the Institute seemed like a painful eternity. Rogue's breathing was shallow and labored, and he added another worry to the ever growing pile in his mind. What if she didn't wake up? What if she did, but she wasn't his chere, but instead some manifestation of one of the memories trapped inside her mind? What if she could never get her memories under control, and became even more unstable? She had to come back to herself, come back as herself. Everyone else he'd ever cared about was lost to him, one way or another- he couldn't stand the thought of losing her too.
He hardly noticed when the van pulled through the wrought iron gates and up the long sloping drive towards the house. When motion ceased, he exited with all the others, moving mechanically, like an automaton, devoid of all feeling. He simply followed them inside, not speaking; going through a labyrinth of hallways and corridors he didn't even try to remember. Either he'd be staying here and he'd figure it out another time, or his memories would be wiped, so what was the point? He looked down at her every few seconds- she lay so still in his arms, so peaceful and serene seeming- but with such wrongness!
At some point the teenagers had broken away, leaving him with only Xavier, Storm and Wolverine for guides. Moments later, he found that they had entered a medical ward of some kind, and a large, blue-furred man entered the room at a run, demanding that he put Rogue down. For a moment his mind shut down, and he refused to put her down, fearing that if he did, she would just fade away, just vanish before his eyes.
The sudden, calming voice of Charles Xavier broke through his mental fog. "It is all right now, you can put her down. She is safe here, Dr. McCoy will help her. You must let us help her." Rogue's Professor spoke calmly and soothingly, and his voice immediately snapped Remy out of his mental fugue. Gently, he lay her down on the closest of the hospital beds and stood there looking down at her, lost.
Xavier spoke again. "Logan, Ororo, why don't you go help Jean and Scott with the others." It was a politely framed order, and while Ororo complied with her usual grace, Logan shot the Professor a look that clearly stated that he was leaving under protest. When the doors swished shut behind them, Charles suggested "Please, take a seat," and the young man with the strange eyes collapsed into a nearby chair, still silent.
Hank turned to them, pausing to grab a hospital gown, and as he pulled a curtain shut around the bed, asked "Charles, what happened to her?" His eyes asked another question, flicking towards the Acolyte seated in the chair.
Out loud, Xavier said "It seems that Rogue had some sort of mental overload and lost control of her powers." Telepathically, he said *the young man is no threat, Hank. He brought her to us, and he is the only one who knows exactly what happened to her.*
Hank had disappeared behind the curtain; his words were muffled as he commented "Sounds similar to what happened to Jean a few months ago."
"Perhaps," Charles replied, watching Remy out of the corner of his eye. "But this seemed more like overextension, not growth of her powers. The fact that worries me is that these sorts of mental stresses come on gradually- she would have been suffering the effects for some time before tonight."
"And she would have been much too stubborn to come to us for help, either." Hank replied, a steady beeping noise indicating that he had managed to attach a heart monitor to Rogue's unconscious form.
In the sudden silence that followed, Charles took the opportunity to study the young Acolyte. He was fully aware of the man's identity- when he had briefly touched Rogue's mind, her consciousness had been fighting for control, and her thoughts had been full of him. It was a delicate situation- Remy was the only one besides Rogue herself who knew what had happened, and that was information they desperately needed to know. The young man kept glancing over at the curtain hiding Rogue from his view, and his distress when he had brought her in and refused to let go of her was telling. It bespoke a strong bond between the two, which further complicated matters. He knew how the others would react to Remy's presence in the first place, especially Logan and Scott- their reactions had been obviously negative even before they had reached the mansion. _But if they are close, his presence could be beneficial to her, and could help her to heal. The others might not agree, but for now, it is the best course of action._ Confident in his decision, he spoke aloud. "Remy, is there anything you can tell us about what happened?"
Instead of answering, Remy reached absently for Rogue's gloves, lying at the top of the pile of her clothing that Dr. McCoy had placed on the bed next to him. The curtain had been pulled back, and he could see her now, lying on the bed so pale and still, looking so small, almost swallowed up by the blankets. Clutching the gloves like talismans, he stared at Xavier for a moment before speaking. Succinctly, he told them about how he had seen her sleeve ripped off, and how everyone had run into her at once, touching her bare skin. He described how, after touching Risty, she had screamed, and then changed into first Sabretooth, then Juggernaut. He told them how she had run towards the stage, busting through the wall, and how he had tracked her to the warehouse. "She be holdin' 'er side when Remy find her- Eye-boy got her couple a times." His voice clearly expressed his dislike for Cyclops attack on Rogue; he hadn't realized that they didn't know it was her. "Dere be somethin' more. Risty nevah existed in de first place. Magneto nevah could find nothin' on 'er. When Rogue touched de girl- she turned into Mystique."
Xavier expression was full of kindly, grandfatherly sadness. _Of all people to betray........._ He did not continue the thought. Rogue had been through so many betrayals, had been lied to so many times... He feared for her, for her ability to trust people. _We have to stand by her, show her that people can be trusted not to betray her._ Remy had subsided back into silence, watching the rise and fall of Rogue's breath, seemingly oblivious to everything else. Hank had left the room briefly, going into his lab to pull Rogue's medical file, and it was just him and Remy now.
Charles spoke again. "I want to thank you for helping her, Remy." The young man's strange eyes narrowed. "Remy din' do it f' thanks, did it f' her." Xavier nodded, expecting this answer. "Will you be going back to Magneto, then?" He asked, his tone conversational.
Remy gave him a strange, inscrutable look. "Don' think so. Already left de man's organization. Why don' y' jus' look in m' head, if y' don' believe me?" He was suddenly weary of the mistrust, the questions, the whole thing. But surprisingly, Xavier shook his head. "No, I believe you."
At that moment, Hank came back in. "She has some cracked ribs, a sprained ankle and some scrapes and bruises, but other than that, her injuries are minor. She should heal perfectly fine- when she wakes up." The look he shared with Charles communicated his concern over that point. The trauma to her mind had been very severe, and no one knew when she would come out of her unconscious state. The Professor nodded, and began wheeling himself to the doors. "I need to go speak to the others students. Someone will come down to show Remy to a room when we are finished." Hank merely nodded, looking over at the still figure on the bed and the young man even now holding her small hand between his gloved ones, whispering softly to her in French. He flicked the switch to turn his portable monitoring device on- it would allow him to get readouts on her heart rate and other physical data even if he wasn't in the room. With one last look at the two still in the room, Hank turned and followed the Professor out.
By unspoken consent, the rest of the students and staff had gathered in the rec room. When Charles entered the room, a scene of mild chaos greeted him. Some of the younger recruits were being calmed by Ororo- they were worried about losing control of their powers too, since it had now happened to two of their peers. Jean and Scott were talking worriedly to Kurt, while Logan wore his usual impassive scowl. Kitty sat on a couch, halfway phased into it, looking lost and alone.
One by one, as they noticed his presence, the students quieted, looking expectantly towards him for any news about their fallen friend. Before he could say anything, Kitty spoke up. "Did she wake up yet, Professor?"
He shook his head sadly. "Not yet, Kitty. But there is no reason to believe she will not. Exhaustion after a mental trauma of this sort is common." She looked crestfallen, and he hastened to add "I expect she will recover, but it is going to take time. She will need all of our help to get through this." He paused, debating the wisdom of the next thing he wanted to say, but hen thought _No, there have been too many secrets already. They deserve to know._ "It has been revealed that Rogue's friend Risty Wylde was really Mystique. She will be feeling very angry and betrayed, and now more than ever, you will need to prove to her that you are her true friends."
For a moment, all Kitty could think was _I was right to not like her after all!_ But she immediately felt ashamed of herself. _what kind of a friend am I? Rogue just got hurt by the one person she let herself trust, and I'm gloating because I was right to never have liked her?_ She shook her head, unaware of the Professor watching her.
Scott asked "Professor, is she hurt?" He bore a look of shame, and Xavier realized that Scott blamed himself for not realizing that they weren't attacking enemies, but a teammate. "Her injuries are minor, Scott. Do not blame yourself- you had no way of knowing." But he shook his head, refusing to renounce the blame. "No, I should have known where she was." Jean laid a hand of comfort on his shoulder, and he bowed his head.
When Logan commented "you left that Acolyte in the med lab with her, Chuck?" Scott looked up, eyes blazing. "How could you leave her down there with him? He's one of Magneto's- how do we know this whole thing with Mystique wasn't just some plan of his?"
Although the Professor's voice was calm, it carried authority. "Remy has left Magneto's service, and he will be staying here for a time. It is possible that he can help Rogue to recover." Outrage greeted this announcement, and for once, Charles allowed himself to feel annoyance. _How can mutants and humans ever hope to live in peace when mutants themselves are so divided by ideology?_ Logan looked dangerously thoughtful, while Scott looked like he was about to storm out any minute. "We will give him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone deserves a chance to start over." Were his last words on the matter, and Scott did storm out. Jean gave the Professor one look, and then went after him. Even though she wasn't sure she trusted the Acolyte, she had faith in the Professor's decisions.
The other students also left- Scott's abrupt departure had signaled the end of the meeting. Before Kitty could make it to the door, Xavier called her back. "Kitty, could you please show our guest to one of the available rooms?" He had picked her because she had evidenced the least hostility when the Acolyte had been mentioned. "Sure," she said, subdued, before leaving the room.
Logan had stalked off, muttering something about familiar scents, and Ororo had left with Jamie, who as the youngest, was rather confused about the whole situation. Hank gave Xavier a long look, and commented "well, that went exceedingly well." It could only be construed as sarcasm, and the Professor nodded absently, sighing. "Things will get better, Hank. I will help her try to regain some sort of control over her own mind. It's the only thing we can do, for now." They each left the room, lost in their own respective thoughts.
When Kitty reached the med bay, she saw Remy, still in the same position as when Hank and Xavier had left the room, holding Rogue's hand as she slept the sleep of the deeply unconscious. The sight made her feel better and worse all at once. Better, because it meant she had been right in her estimations of his feelings for Rogue; and worse because she was so scared that Rogue wouldn't ever come out of it. She phased through the doors and said his name, but he didn't respond. She even tapped him on the shoulder a couple of times, but he didn't respond to that either. _Fine then, time to do this the hard way._ She phased completely through him, turning to stand directly in front of him. "Hi, I'm Kitty. The Professor told me to come down and show you where your room was."
He just looked at her in surprise for a moment- the sensation of being phased through wasn't exactly pleasant. Then, comprehension of her words registered with him, and he slowly let go of Rogue's hand, rising to his full height to tower above Kitty. She backed away a bit- having the full intensity of his devil-eyed gaze turned on her was a bit unnerving. "Somebody should stay wit' her'- it not be good for her t' wake up all alone down 'ere." Kitty nodded, shaking off her momentary sense of uneasiness, and said "Dr. McCoy's gonna stay down here with her. So she won't be alone." Kitty could tell he wanted to stay, but he finally turned and followed her to the door.
Wordlessly he followed her up several flights of stairs and down several more hallways, before she finally stopped before one particular door. "Here's your room. You're next to Kurt, and he doesn't, like, really hate you that much, so if you need anything, he'll probably help you." She was too upset and worried about Rogue to notice how harsh her words sounded to Remy. He simply nodded, accepting her words and trying not to dwell on them too much. She turned to go, walking briskly down the hall, but his voice stopped her. He didn't know what possessed him to ask.
"Remy suppose y' hate 'im too, huh?" But surprisingly, the young girl shook her head, blue eyes bright and earnest. "No, I'm probably, like, the only person around here who understands. She told me a little bit...." here her voice faltered, but she continued a moment later. "She's, like, gonna need you. Even if she never admits it." Remy blinked at her, taken aback somewhat by her honesty, and she smiled at him- a tired, ragged edged smile, but a welcoming one nonetheless. "Goodnight, Remy," she said, moving off down the hall again, and he said "Goodnight t' you, chat petite." As he pushed open the door to his room, he heard her giggle, and he smiled, for some reason feeling a little more hopeful.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 29
Thanks for all the positive reviews! I was practically squealing when I checked my email and saw all the review thingies. And it was sort of amusing, because I was at work, and everyone in the office was trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. Oh well, they all think I'm crazy anyways.
About the card.... It was very significant for Remy to leave her that particular card. See, the Jack of Spades corresponds to the Prince of Swords card in Tarot, and that card is supposed to signify a young, headstrong man coming to the rescue. So, he left that card for her to mean that he was going to protect her, that he was going to try and save her from whatever would go wrong. Sweet, huh?
Anyways, I'm not really happy with the way this chapter turned out. I rewrote it a bunch of times, and I still don't like it. I can't seem to get some of the characterizations right in this one, no matter how many times I rewrite. But even though I hate it, it was a necessary transitional chapter. So, if you think this one sucks, you're not alone. But I wanted to get it out tonight, because I know people have been waiting, and since it's my birthday, please be nice with the reviews! Pretty please? With cherries on top? I swear the next one will be way better!!! And it will be up a lot sooner!!!
Atop the roof of the warehouse, a lone figure stood, watching as the X-Men and Rogue's Acolyte departed. _I was so close to having my children back! If she'd accepted me, I know Kurt would have gone along- he's such a follower, he would have never stood up to her if she'd wanted to join me._ In her won twisted way, she really did love her children, but her sense of motherly affection expressed itself in ways no sane person could ever understand.
Engrossed in pondering other ways to get into her children's' good graces, Mystique didn't sense the presence of another person until it was too late. Even as she turned, throwing herself into a defensive position, something hard and heavy hit her on the side of the head, throwing her clear across the roof top to lie in a heap of crumpled unconsciousness. Letting out a roar of triumph, feral eyes glowing in the moonlight, he stalked across the roof and roughly picked her body up, carelessly throwing it across his shoulders. Oh yes, his hunt tonight had definitely been good.
For Remy, the ride to the Institute seemed like a painful eternity. Rogue's breathing was shallow and labored, and he added another worry to the ever growing pile in his mind. What if she didn't wake up? What if she did, but she wasn't his chere, but instead some manifestation of one of the memories trapped inside her mind? What if she could never get her memories under control, and became even more unstable? She had to come back to herself, come back as herself. Everyone else he'd ever cared about was lost to him, one way or another- he couldn't stand the thought of losing her too.
He hardly noticed when the van pulled through the wrought iron gates and up the long sloping drive towards the house. When motion ceased, he exited with all the others, moving mechanically, like an automaton, devoid of all feeling. He simply followed them inside, not speaking; going through a labyrinth of hallways and corridors he didn't even try to remember. Either he'd be staying here and he'd figure it out another time, or his memories would be wiped, so what was the point? He looked down at her every few seconds- she lay so still in his arms, so peaceful and serene seeming- but with such wrongness!
At some point the teenagers had broken away, leaving him with only Xavier, Storm and Wolverine for guides. Moments later, he found that they had entered a medical ward of some kind, and a large, blue-furred man entered the room at a run, demanding that he put Rogue down. For a moment his mind shut down, and he refused to put her down, fearing that if he did, she would just fade away, just vanish before his eyes.
The sudden, calming voice of Charles Xavier broke through his mental fog. "It is all right now, you can put her down. She is safe here, Dr. McCoy will help her. You must let us help her." Rogue's Professor spoke calmly and soothingly, and his voice immediately snapped Remy out of his mental fugue. Gently, he lay her down on the closest of the hospital beds and stood there looking down at her, lost.
Xavier spoke again. "Logan, Ororo, why don't you go help Jean and Scott with the others." It was a politely framed order, and while Ororo complied with her usual grace, Logan shot the Professor a look that clearly stated that he was leaving under protest. When the doors swished shut behind them, Charles suggested "Please, take a seat," and the young man with the strange eyes collapsed into a nearby chair, still silent.
Hank turned to them, pausing to grab a hospital gown, and as he pulled a curtain shut around the bed, asked "Charles, what happened to her?" His eyes asked another question, flicking towards the Acolyte seated in the chair.
Out loud, Xavier said "It seems that Rogue had some sort of mental overload and lost control of her powers." Telepathically, he said *the young man is no threat, Hank. He brought her to us, and he is the only one who knows exactly what happened to her.*
Hank had disappeared behind the curtain; his words were muffled as he commented "Sounds similar to what happened to Jean a few months ago."
"Perhaps," Charles replied, watching Remy out of the corner of his eye. "But this seemed more like overextension, not growth of her powers. The fact that worries me is that these sorts of mental stresses come on gradually- she would have been suffering the effects for some time before tonight."
"And she would have been much too stubborn to come to us for help, either." Hank replied, a steady beeping noise indicating that he had managed to attach a heart monitor to Rogue's unconscious form.
In the sudden silence that followed, Charles took the opportunity to study the young Acolyte. He was fully aware of the man's identity- when he had briefly touched Rogue's mind, her consciousness had been fighting for control, and her thoughts had been full of him. It was a delicate situation- Remy was the only one besides Rogue herself who knew what had happened, and that was information they desperately needed to know. The young man kept glancing over at the curtain hiding Rogue from his view, and his distress when he had brought her in and refused to let go of her was telling. It bespoke a strong bond between the two, which further complicated matters. He knew how the others would react to Remy's presence in the first place, especially Logan and Scott- their reactions had been obviously negative even before they had reached the mansion. _But if they are close, his presence could be beneficial to her, and could help her to heal. The others might not agree, but for now, it is the best course of action._ Confident in his decision, he spoke aloud. "Remy, is there anything you can tell us about what happened?"
Instead of answering, Remy reached absently for Rogue's gloves, lying at the top of the pile of her clothing that Dr. McCoy had placed on the bed next to him. The curtain had been pulled back, and he could see her now, lying on the bed so pale and still, looking so small, almost swallowed up by the blankets. Clutching the gloves like talismans, he stared at Xavier for a moment before speaking. Succinctly, he told them about how he had seen her sleeve ripped off, and how everyone had run into her at once, touching her bare skin. He described how, after touching Risty, she had screamed, and then changed into first Sabretooth, then Juggernaut. He told them how she had run towards the stage, busting through the wall, and how he had tracked her to the warehouse. "She be holdin' 'er side when Remy find her- Eye-boy got her couple a times." His voice clearly expressed his dislike for Cyclops attack on Rogue; he hadn't realized that they didn't know it was her. "Dere be somethin' more. Risty nevah existed in de first place. Magneto nevah could find nothin' on 'er. When Rogue touched de girl- she turned into Mystique."
Xavier expression was full of kindly, grandfatherly sadness. _Of all people to betray........._ He did not continue the thought. Rogue had been through so many betrayals, had been lied to so many times... He feared for her, for her ability to trust people. _We have to stand by her, show her that people can be trusted not to betray her._ Remy had subsided back into silence, watching the rise and fall of Rogue's breath, seemingly oblivious to everything else. Hank had left the room briefly, going into his lab to pull Rogue's medical file, and it was just him and Remy now.
Charles spoke again. "I want to thank you for helping her, Remy." The young man's strange eyes narrowed. "Remy din' do it f' thanks, did it f' her." Xavier nodded, expecting this answer. "Will you be going back to Magneto, then?" He asked, his tone conversational.
Remy gave him a strange, inscrutable look. "Don' think so. Already left de man's organization. Why don' y' jus' look in m' head, if y' don' believe me?" He was suddenly weary of the mistrust, the questions, the whole thing. But surprisingly, Xavier shook his head. "No, I believe you."
At that moment, Hank came back in. "She has some cracked ribs, a sprained ankle and some scrapes and bruises, but other than that, her injuries are minor. She should heal perfectly fine- when she wakes up." The look he shared with Charles communicated his concern over that point. The trauma to her mind had been very severe, and no one knew when she would come out of her unconscious state. The Professor nodded, and began wheeling himself to the doors. "I need to go speak to the others students. Someone will come down to show Remy to a room when we are finished." Hank merely nodded, looking over at the still figure on the bed and the young man even now holding her small hand between his gloved ones, whispering softly to her in French. He flicked the switch to turn his portable monitoring device on- it would allow him to get readouts on her heart rate and other physical data even if he wasn't in the room. With one last look at the two still in the room, Hank turned and followed the Professor out.
By unspoken consent, the rest of the students and staff had gathered in the rec room. When Charles entered the room, a scene of mild chaos greeted him. Some of the younger recruits were being calmed by Ororo- they were worried about losing control of their powers too, since it had now happened to two of their peers. Jean and Scott were talking worriedly to Kurt, while Logan wore his usual impassive scowl. Kitty sat on a couch, halfway phased into it, looking lost and alone.
One by one, as they noticed his presence, the students quieted, looking expectantly towards him for any news about their fallen friend. Before he could say anything, Kitty spoke up. "Did she wake up yet, Professor?"
He shook his head sadly. "Not yet, Kitty. But there is no reason to believe she will not. Exhaustion after a mental trauma of this sort is common." She looked crestfallen, and he hastened to add "I expect she will recover, but it is going to take time. She will need all of our help to get through this." He paused, debating the wisdom of the next thing he wanted to say, but hen thought _No, there have been too many secrets already. They deserve to know._ "It has been revealed that Rogue's friend Risty Wylde was really Mystique. She will be feeling very angry and betrayed, and now more than ever, you will need to prove to her that you are her true friends."
For a moment, all Kitty could think was _I was right to not like her after all!_ But she immediately felt ashamed of herself. _what kind of a friend am I? Rogue just got hurt by the one person she let herself trust, and I'm gloating because I was right to never have liked her?_ She shook her head, unaware of the Professor watching her.
Scott asked "Professor, is she hurt?" He bore a look of shame, and Xavier realized that Scott blamed himself for not realizing that they weren't attacking enemies, but a teammate. "Her injuries are minor, Scott. Do not blame yourself- you had no way of knowing." But he shook his head, refusing to renounce the blame. "No, I should have known where she was." Jean laid a hand of comfort on his shoulder, and he bowed his head.
When Logan commented "you left that Acolyte in the med lab with her, Chuck?" Scott looked up, eyes blazing. "How could you leave her down there with him? He's one of Magneto's- how do we know this whole thing with Mystique wasn't just some plan of his?"
Although the Professor's voice was calm, it carried authority. "Remy has left Magneto's service, and he will be staying here for a time. It is possible that he can help Rogue to recover." Outrage greeted this announcement, and for once, Charles allowed himself to feel annoyance. _How can mutants and humans ever hope to live in peace when mutants themselves are so divided by ideology?_ Logan looked dangerously thoughtful, while Scott looked like he was about to storm out any minute. "We will give him the benefit of the doubt. Everyone deserves a chance to start over." Were his last words on the matter, and Scott did storm out. Jean gave the Professor one look, and then went after him. Even though she wasn't sure she trusted the Acolyte, she had faith in the Professor's decisions.
The other students also left- Scott's abrupt departure had signaled the end of the meeting. Before Kitty could make it to the door, Xavier called her back. "Kitty, could you please show our guest to one of the available rooms?" He had picked her because she had evidenced the least hostility when the Acolyte had been mentioned. "Sure," she said, subdued, before leaving the room.
Logan had stalked off, muttering something about familiar scents, and Ororo had left with Jamie, who as the youngest, was rather confused about the whole situation. Hank gave Xavier a long look, and commented "well, that went exceedingly well." It could only be construed as sarcasm, and the Professor nodded absently, sighing. "Things will get better, Hank. I will help her try to regain some sort of control over her own mind. It's the only thing we can do, for now." They each left the room, lost in their own respective thoughts.
When Kitty reached the med bay, she saw Remy, still in the same position as when Hank and Xavier had left the room, holding Rogue's hand as she slept the sleep of the deeply unconscious. The sight made her feel better and worse all at once. Better, because it meant she had been right in her estimations of his feelings for Rogue; and worse because she was so scared that Rogue wouldn't ever come out of it. She phased through the doors and said his name, but he didn't respond. She even tapped him on the shoulder a couple of times, but he didn't respond to that either. _Fine then, time to do this the hard way._ She phased completely through him, turning to stand directly in front of him. "Hi, I'm Kitty. The Professor told me to come down and show you where your room was."
He just looked at her in surprise for a moment- the sensation of being phased through wasn't exactly pleasant. Then, comprehension of her words registered with him, and he slowly let go of Rogue's hand, rising to his full height to tower above Kitty. She backed away a bit- having the full intensity of his devil-eyed gaze turned on her was a bit unnerving. "Somebody should stay wit' her'- it not be good for her t' wake up all alone down 'ere." Kitty nodded, shaking off her momentary sense of uneasiness, and said "Dr. McCoy's gonna stay down here with her. So she won't be alone." Kitty could tell he wanted to stay, but he finally turned and followed her to the door.
Wordlessly he followed her up several flights of stairs and down several more hallways, before she finally stopped before one particular door. "Here's your room. You're next to Kurt, and he doesn't, like, really hate you that much, so if you need anything, he'll probably help you." She was too upset and worried about Rogue to notice how harsh her words sounded to Remy. He simply nodded, accepting her words and trying not to dwell on them too much. She turned to go, walking briskly down the hall, but his voice stopped her. He didn't know what possessed him to ask.
"Remy suppose y' hate 'im too, huh?" But surprisingly, the young girl shook her head, blue eyes bright and earnest. "No, I'm probably, like, the only person around here who understands. She told me a little bit...." here her voice faltered, but she continued a moment later. "She's, like, gonna need you. Even if she never admits it." Remy blinked at her, taken aback somewhat by her honesty, and she smiled at him- a tired, ragged edged smile, but a welcoming one nonetheless. "Goodnight, Remy," she said, moving off down the hall again, and he said "Goodnight t' you, chat petite." As he pushed open the door to his room, he heard her giggle, and he smiled, for some reason feeling a little more hopeful.