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Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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Logan sat in the chair. It had been five minutes since either of them said anything. He was thankful that Ororo was coming in next. He simply didn't want to put up with Jean's attitude. She was starting to grind on his nerves. The silence, that was comfortable for Logan, was awkward to Jean.
"Is Storm coming in to replace me or you?" She asked. Logan sighed. He really wished he could tie her to the chair and put a gag in her mouth. He didn't reply, only sunk deeper into his chair. He didn't want to be down there with her anymore. "Nevermind.." Logan held his tongue. He wished he could just tell her to leave or shut up or something. He wasn't in the mood for her chatter. The door slid open and in walked Ororo.
"Okay, Jean, you can leave." As soon as the girl was out of the room, Logan sighed. "You don't look good."
"Bein' in here with her was worse than doin' time." He mumbled. Ororo sat down in the chair on the other side of Gambit. She sighed and shook her head.
"What was it this time?" Her lame tone reached him, causing him to look at her.
"Her attitude problem." He replied with a shrug. Gambit said something but neither of them caught it. Logan leaned forward slightly. He could sense fear on the Cajun.
"Non.." The words were nothing more than a breath. Ororo looked at Logan, who shrugged.
"Beast did say that he was having nightmares.." Storm said. "What do you think they're about?"
"He did say what was said from the Cajun. He calls out to Rogue most of the time." Logan answered. They could tell his condition wasn't getting better. His pulse was dropping rapidly.
"Get Hank!" Ororo raced to the computer and tried to find Hank's files on Gambit. Logan came back in a few minutes with a panicked, wide-eyed Beast. "You have to help him!" Her blue eyes were filled with concern and alarm. Hank had already set to work.
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Once Gambit was back in his normal condition, they calmed down. An hour ago they had almost lost him.
"We must keep him alive under all circumstances." Xavier said, his eyes on the Cajun. "We must not lose him."
"I will try my best, professor." Hank said, bowing his head. His eyes drifted to his patient. "He is almost a lost cause. I have no idea how to get him out of that state he's put himself in."
"And there is no way to get into his mind to find out what happened." Xavier added solemnly. He had no idea what to do about this. He wished something would happen. Something good. And soon. If he knew anything about the institute and the people in it, this news will be all over by morning.
"I wish this was easier." Ororo said with a sigh as she sat back down. She looked tired and so did Logan.
"It would be best if we try not to alarm the students."
"They're gonna wonder what happened, Charles." Logan looked up at the professor. "We can't lie to 'em."
"No, this is true." Xavier looked at Hank, who was typing away at the computer and monitoring the results of a few tests he ran. "You two should get some rest." When Logan and Ororo left, Hank told him all about the results.
"It seems as though he wants to die. I have no idea why, of course. He will not get better by just lying there, wanting to die. I've heard some of the things he said in his sleep."
"I believe there is something that we are missing."
"A vital clue." Hank scratched his head.
"Rogue."
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Gambit heard voices and he slowly wrapped his arms around his knees. He was stuck inside of his head. He didn't know what was going on. He could hear every word, feel every pain. He felt tears come to his eyes. Rogue was gone. Dead. They didn't know that. He listened to the conversation. It was between Beast and the professor. He had to find a way to tell them about his mistake. He had to apologize before it was too late and he died.
"Remy needs de Chére.." He rested his head on his arms. His red-on-black eyes closed. There was nothing but darkness around him. His memories were so vivid. "She can' be dead.." He trembled.
"Oh, but y' saw her die." A voice said in his head. He shook his head vigorously and looked up into the billowing darkness.
"Non!" He shouted back. The words echoed and hurt his head. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Remy couldn' save de fille."
"Keep tellin' yoself dat an' y' might believe it." The voice returned bitterly. He started rocking back and forth. This couldn't be happening.
"Remy dun believe y'." He whispered softly. The darkness seemed to laugh at him. A tear dropped to the ground and Gambit realized it was his. He was crying all this time. His cheeks were soaked. He put his legs down and looked at his hands. The darkness changed on him and he was back in his nightmare. His hands were covered with blood. He looked up and saw Rogue lying on the floor, the flames flickering around her. The orange glow reflected in his eyes as they widened in realization. His hands were covered in her blood. Her cuts were bleeding violently and the fire spread more, growing dangerously closer to her. "Rogue.." He tried to move but found himself paralyzed with fear. His gloves were gone. Her skin was almost fully exposed. He couldn't touch her.
"Rogue! Gambit!" The calls echoed in his mind. He put his hands over his ears. His breathing quickened.
"STOP!"
All grew silent and dark once again as he laid there and cried.
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The next day they found nothing new with him. He didn't change at all. Hank heard him cry out the word 'stop'. He looked back at Gambit. There was nothing he could do for the boy and it was driving him insane. Kurt bamf-ed into the lab with the Beast's coffee and stared at Gambit in wonder.
"Vill ve ever find Rogue?" He asked absent-mindedly. Hank turned around and took his coffee with a quiet thanks.
"I really don't know, Kurt. Gambit isn't exactly in mint condition." He said, turning around to type on his computer.
"Iz zere hope?" Hank frowned then forced a smile and looked at Kurt.
"Always." Kurt bamf-ed out of the lab with hope shining in his eyes. His thoughts consisted of 'maybe ve vill find Rogue!' and other such things.
"Hey, Mr. McCoy? You, like, wanted me to bring down the wash?" He turned around and smiled slightly.
"Yes, thank you, Kitty." She smiled cheerfully then it faded when she looked over his shoulder at Gambit.
"Mr. McCoy? Will he, like, be okay?"
"That, Kitty, I can't tell you. Just hope for it." She smiled timidly and nodded, leaving the room.
"See ya later, then." She phased through the door and Hank sighed dejectedly.
"When will you get better, Gambit?" He asked quietly. "I don't feel like going to your funeral." He sighed and went back to work. The odd thing was, he just noticed that the Cajun was crying. "What the..?"
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Gambit had stopped crying by now and was just sitting there quietly, hugging himself. He stared into the darkness blankly. He literally could not cry anymore. His eyes stung and they felt dry. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
"Remy! Remy.. Remy.." Her voice echoed through his head and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Roguey.. Remy is sorry." He whispered. He opened his eyes and started longingly into the darkness. "S' sorry.." He was laying on his side and his legs were pulled up to his chest. He tightened his grip on his legs and bit his lip. How long would his suffering last?
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"Roguey.. Remy is sorry.." Hank's eyes widened. "S' sorry.." He didn't think Gambit was conscious.. He checked and found that he wasn't. He was just talking in his sleep. Hank knew he wasn't really asleep. He was in it deep. He was lingering on a dangerous line. If he was to cross that line, he could fall into a coma and die. But if he fell over the side, he would be put into a critical state. All Beast was doing was hoping and praying that he didn't do either.
"Gambit?" He asked. He wanted to know if the Cajun could hear him. No response. He sighed.
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That's it for this chapter. Woo! I'm in a depressed/angry/bad mood. I think I write pretty darn good in this mood. n.n
-Jess-
Disclaimer - I do not own X-Men: Evolution.
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Logan sat in the chair. It had been five minutes since either of them said anything. He was thankful that Ororo was coming in next. He simply didn't want to put up with Jean's attitude. She was starting to grind on his nerves. The silence, that was comfortable for Logan, was awkward to Jean.
"Is Storm coming in to replace me or you?" She asked. Logan sighed. He really wished he could tie her to the chair and put a gag in her mouth. He didn't reply, only sunk deeper into his chair. He didn't want to be down there with her anymore. "Nevermind.." Logan held his tongue. He wished he could just tell her to leave or shut up or something. He wasn't in the mood for her chatter. The door slid open and in walked Ororo.
"Okay, Jean, you can leave." As soon as the girl was out of the room, Logan sighed. "You don't look good."
"Bein' in here with her was worse than doin' time." He mumbled. Ororo sat down in the chair on the other side of Gambit. She sighed and shook her head.
"What was it this time?" Her lame tone reached him, causing him to look at her.
"Her attitude problem." He replied with a shrug. Gambit said something but neither of them caught it. Logan leaned forward slightly. He could sense fear on the Cajun.
"Non.." The words were nothing more than a breath. Ororo looked at Logan, who shrugged.
"Beast did say that he was having nightmares.." Storm said. "What do you think they're about?"
"He did say what was said from the Cajun. He calls out to Rogue most of the time." Logan answered. They could tell his condition wasn't getting better. His pulse was dropping rapidly.
"Get Hank!" Ororo raced to the computer and tried to find Hank's files on Gambit. Logan came back in a few minutes with a panicked, wide-eyed Beast. "You have to help him!" Her blue eyes were filled with concern and alarm. Hank had already set to work.
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Once Gambit was back in his normal condition, they calmed down. An hour ago they had almost lost him.
"We must keep him alive under all circumstances." Xavier said, his eyes on the Cajun. "We must not lose him."
"I will try my best, professor." Hank said, bowing his head. His eyes drifted to his patient. "He is almost a lost cause. I have no idea how to get him out of that state he's put himself in."
"And there is no way to get into his mind to find out what happened." Xavier added solemnly. He had no idea what to do about this. He wished something would happen. Something good. And soon. If he knew anything about the institute and the people in it, this news will be all over by morning.
"I wish this was easier." Ororo said with a sigh as she sat back down. She looked tired and so did Logan.
"It would be best if we try not to alarm the students."
"They're gonna wonder what happened, Charles." Logan looked up at the professor. "We can't lie to 'em."
"No, this is true." Xavier looked at Hank, who was typing away at the computer and monitoring the results of a few tests he ran. "You two should get some rest." When Logan and Ororo left, Hank told him all about the results.
"It seems as though he wants to die. I have no idea why, of course. He will not get better by just lying there, wanting to die. I've heard some of the things he said in his sleep."
"I believe there is something that we are missing."
"A vital clue." Hank scratched his head.
"Rogue."
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Gambit heard voices and he slowly wrapped his arms around his knees. He was stuck inside of his head. He didn't know what was going on. He could hear every word, feel every pain. He felt tears come to his eyes. Rogue was gone. Dead. They didn't know that. He listened to the conversation. It was between Beast and the professor. He had to find a way to tell them about his mistake. He had to apologize before it was too late and he died.
"Remy needs de Chére.." He rested his head on his arms. His red-on-black eyes closed. There was nothing but darkness around him. His memories were so vivid. "She can' be dead.." He trembled.
"Oh, but y' saw her die." A voice said in his head. He shook his head vigorously and looked up into the billowing darkness.
"Non!" He shouted back. The words echoed and hurt his head. He squeezed his eyes shut. "Remy couldn' save de fille."
"Keep tellin' yoself dat an' y' might believe it." The voice returned bitterly. He started rocking back and forth. This couldn't be happening.
"Remy dun believe y'." He whispered softly. The darkness seemed to laugh at him. A tear dropped to the ground and Gambit realized it was his. He was crying all this time. His cheeks were soaked. He put his legs down and looked at his hands. The darkness changed on him and he was back in his nightmare. His hands were covered with blood. He looked up and saw Rogue lying on the floor, the flames flickering around her. The orange glow reflected in his eyes as they widened in realization. His hands were covered in her blood. Her cuts were bleeding violently and the fire spread more, growing dangerously closer to her. "Rogue.." He tried to move but found himself paralyzed with fear. His gloves were gone. Her skin was almost fully exposed. He couldn't touch her.
"Rogue! Gambit!" The calls echoed in his mind. He put his hands over his ears. His breathing quickened.
"STOP!"
All grew silent and dark once again as he laid there and cried.
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The next day they found nothing new with him. He didn't change at all. Hank heard him cry out the word 'stop'. He looked back at Gambit. There was nothing he could do for the boy and it was driving him insane. Kurt bamf-ed into the lab with the Beast's coffee and stared at Gambit in wonder.
"Vill ve ever find Rogue?" He asked absent-mindedly. Hank turned around and took his coffee with a quiet thanks.
"I really don't know, Kurt. Gambit isn't exactly in mint condition." He said, turning around to type on his computer.
"Iz zere hope?" Hank frowned then forced a smile and looked at Kurt.
"Always." Kurt bamf-ed out of the lab with hope shining in his eyes. His thoughts consisted of 'maybe ve vill find Rogue!' and other such things.
"Hey, Mr. McCoy? You, like, wanted me to bring down the wash?" He turned around and smiled slightly.
"Yes, thank you, Kitty." She smiled cheerfully then it faded when she looked over his shoulder at Gambit.
"Mr. McCoy? Will he, like, be okay?"
"That, Kitty, I can't tell you. Just hope for it." She smiled timidly and nodded, leaving the room.
"See ya later, then." She phased through the door and Hank sighed dejectedly.
"When will you get better, Gambit?" He asked quietly. "I don't feel like going to your funeral." He sighed and went back to work. The odd thing was, he just noticed that the Cajun was crying. "What the..?"
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Gambit had stopped crying by now and was just sitting there quietly, hugging himself. He stared into the darkness blankly. He literally could not cry anymore. His eyes stung and they felt dry. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
"Remy! Remy.. Remy.." Her voice echoed through his head and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Roguey.. Remy is sorry." He whispered. He opened his eyes and started longingly into the darkness. "S' sorry.." He was laying on his side and his legs were pulled up to his chest. He tightened his grip on his legs and bit his lip. How long would his suffering last?
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"Roguey.. Remy is sorry.." Hank's eyes widened. "S' sorry.." He didn't think Gambit was conscious.. He checked and found that he wasn't. He was just talking in his sleep. Hank knew he wasn't really asleep. He was in it deep. He was lingering on a dangerous line. If he was to cross that line, he could fall into a coma and die. But if he fell over the side, he would be put into a critical state. All Beast was doing was hoping and praying that he didn't do either.
"Gambit?" He asked. He wanted to know if the Cajun could hear him. No response. He sighed.
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That's it for this chapter. Woo! I'm in a depressed/angry/bad mood. I think I write pretty darn good in this mood. n.n
-Jess-