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Hidden Rarity
Part Two
by Chigliak
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Hank, Scott, and Logan met up by the stairs, after searching for the woman for half an hour.
"No signs?" Scott asked.
"None," Logan confirmed.
"I've seen no sign of her, either," Hank put in.
Scott's jaw tightened in annoyance. None of them said aloud what they were all worried about--was the woman *sent* here, for this reason? To get into the X-Mansion and spy on them? Or was she here to obtain secret information?
For all they knew, she could've been beaten up for the sole purpose of getting into the X-Mansion.
"We should continue searching." Scott looked around. "Let's continue for another hour. She couldn't have gone far; and someone would have noticed if she'd left the mansion."
Hank nodded. "A battered, unknown female mutant would not go unnoticed--even in here."
Logan didn't say anything. He had a bad feeling about this woman--more so now that she'd disappeared on them. He just wanted to find her and make she wasn't up to anything.
"Let's go; we're not gettin' anywhere just standin' here talkin' about her."
The three parted once more, and continued their search.
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Rareza looked around the room she'd floated and phased into.
*Who owns this office?*
She settled from her stance in the air down onto the floor, and walked to the desk. Several files were open on it, but Rareza ignored these. They'd be no help to her; she didn't know how to read. Her gaze reached a computer, but that meant nothing to her as well. Computer had never been a part of her world.
"Well, I'm assuming a man owns this room," she said aloud. There were absolutely no feminine touches to the place--a plant, a picture, anything.
*Not even a family picture. Weird.*
Her gaze included the walls, which had several certificates on them.
*Whoever this guy is, he's important,* Rareza concluded. She headed to the door, put an ear against it, and listened to find out if anyone was around. When she didn't hear anyone, she phased out into the hallway.
The size of the building was overwhelming. She didn't know where she was going, and she could've sworn she was going in circles.
*The hell with this. I'm not getting anywhere--why not just go through the next room and out the other side?*
She stopped at a room, but could hear activity in it. The next room also had someone in it.
*Dammit--just how many people live in this goddamn place, anyway?*
The next room was quiet. Rareza cautiously phased into it. The inside was dark, and there was a smell of cologne in the air. She could hear the shower running.
Rareza quietly cursed this. She couldn't see a thing, and there was no way she could phase keep on phasing, the whole way across the room--her phasing abilities weren't that strong. But if she turned on the light, the person in the shower would notice it.
She was beginning to panic. Her sense of direction was horrible--already, she was unsure of just which direction she'd came in.
*You fuckin' idiot,* she silently berated herself, *why did you have to come in *this* room, of all the rooms in the mansion?*
Oh, shit. The shower had just turned off.
*Just go through the room,* Rareza frantically told herself, *and you'll come to the end eventually.*
She took five steps--and promptly ran into something.
"Dammit!" she cried loudly, in spite of her situation.
*Great. I've probably given myself another black eye.*
"Rogue?" a voice called from the bathroom. "Dat you, cherie?"
*Rogue?*
She could hear someone walking into the room. "Cherie? Why you be hiding from Gambit?" the person asked.
*Cherie? Gambit?*
She couldn't move. It was just like her dream, only come to life.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands clamp around her shoulders.
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Logan, Hank, and Scott had just met up after yet another unsuccessful attempt to find the woman, believing now that she'd left the mansion, and wondering how they were going to tell the Professor--they didn't like the prospect of having to say they hadn't been able to handle a woman who'd so recently been unconscious.
Fortunately, before any of them could even say a word, a female voice echoing in a shriek on the second floor startled them all.
"That came from Gambit's room!" Scott said, alarmed. They hurried up the stairs and to the room mentioned, to discover--
--the woman. And Gambit. A butt-naked Gambit.
"What th' hell is goin' on, Cajun?" Logan demanded.
Gambit and the woman both looked at the three, surprised. The woman's bluish face flushed a purplish color, as Gambit tried to explain what was going on.
"Gambit was just comin' outta da shower when dis girl comes into da room. Gambit be thinkin' it was Rogue," he finished.
"And you grabbed me," the woman snapped, speaking to them for the first time. "And why the fuck are you talking in the third person?"
"Hey *you* was the one sneakin' into Gambit's room--"
"Speaking of Rogue," Scott addressed Gambit in a You-Should-Have-Known-Better tone of voice, "why would you approach her undressed? You know how dangerous that is, with her mutant powers."
"Speakin' of Rogue," Logan smirked, in a smart-ass voice, mocking Scott's admonishmont, "you'd best get some clothes on, Cajun." It was advice Remy was more apt to follow than anything Scott could've said. "Rogue'll kill ya if she sees you with another lady like that."
Hank gently placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "We had better all leave," he told her.
Out in the hall, Scott awkwardly tried to apologize to the woman for the site she'd just seen, not knowing it was Rareza's fault she had been in there in the first place.
"Don't worry," Rareza said sullenly, "it's not like I've never seen a naked man before."
None of them really knew how to answer this one, so they said nothing at all. Finally, Hank mumbled something about needing to complete some computer work, and left Scott and Logan alone with the woman.
"So," Scott said, "what's your name?"
The woman looked at him suspiciously. "Rareza." She had wild, bruise-purple eyes that had an almost angry look to them.
"That your *real* name?" Logan asked.
"Who wants to know?"
"We do."
"And what if *I* don't feel like telling you?"
"Won't matter," Logan shrugged. "The Professor's a telepath--he can just read your mind."
Rareza looked frightened. There was a lot she didn't want anyone to know, no matter how prestigious or how mutant-friendly they were. After hearing Logan mention the Professor, making him sound so authority-like (Like a cult leader, she thought), she decided he must be the one who owned the office she'd first gone into. None of these people seemed too intent on harming her, and she'd already noticed more than a few were mutants, but what did that prove? Just because they were also mutants didn't mean they'd automatically be on her side.
"He's going to read my mind?" she repeated, not liking the thought. She wondered if there was any way out of this place, and if there was, if she could get to it before they got there.
Scott glared at Logan. He didn't like this woman's attitude so far--she seemed rather bitchy, at first glance--but that was no reason to scare her. "He wouldn't do that unless you gave him permission first," he assured her. "But the Professor will want to talk to you."
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Hidden Rarity
Part Two
by Chigliak
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Hank, Scott, and Logan met up by the stairs, after searching for the woman for half an hour.
"No signs?" Scott asked.
"None," Logan confirmed.
"I've seen no sign of her, either," Hank put in.
Scott's jaw tightened in annoyance. None of them said aloud what they were all worried about--was the woman *sent* here, for this reason? To get into the X-Mansion and spy on them? Or was she here to obtain secret information?
For all they knew, she could've been beaten up for the sole purpose of getting into the X-Mansion.
"We should continue searching." Scott looked around. "Let's continue for another hour. She couldn't have gone far; and someone would have noticed if she'd left the mansion."
Hank nodded. "A battered, unknown female mutant would not go unnoticed--even in here."
Logan didn't say anything. He had a bad feeling about this woman--more so now that she'd disappeared on them. He just wanted to find her and make she wasn't up to anything.
"Let's go; we're not gettin' anywhere just standin' here talkin' about her."
The three parted once more, and continued their search.
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Rareza looked around the room she'd floated and phased into.
*Who owns this office?*
She settled from her stance in the air down onto the floor, and walked to the desk. Several files were open on it, but Rareza ignored these. They'd be no help to her; she didn't know how to read. Her gaze reached a computer, but that meant nothing to her as well. Computer had never been a part of her world.
"Well, I'm assuming a man owns this room," she said aloud. There were absolutely no feminine touches to the place--a plant, a picture, anything.
*Not even a family picture. Weird.*
Her gaze included the walls, which had several certificates on them.
*Whoever this guy is, he's important,* Rareza concluded. She headed to the door, put an ear against it, and listened to find out if anyone was around. When she didn't hear anyone, she phased out into the hallway.
The size of the building was overwhelming. She didn't know where she was going, and she could've sworn she was going in circles.
*The hell with this. I'm not getting anywhere--why not just go through the next room and out the other side?*
She stopped at a room, but could hear activity in it. The next room also had someone in it.
*Dammit--just how many people live in this goddamn place, anyway?*
The next room was quiet. Rareza cautiously phased into it. The inside was dark, and there was a smell of cologne in the air. She could hear the shower running.
Rareza quietly cursed this. She couldn't see a thing, and there was no way she could phase keep on phasing, the whole way across the room--her phasing abilities weren't that strong. But if she turned on the light, the person in the shower would notice it.
She was beginning to panic. Her sense of direction was horrible--already, she was unsure of just which direction she'd came in.
*You fuckin' idiot,* she silently berated herself, *why did you have to come in *this* room, of all the rooms in the mansion?*
Oh, shit. The shower had just turned off.
*Just go through the room,* Rareza frantically told herself, *and you'll come to the end eventually.*
She took five steps--and promptly ran into something.
"Dammit!" she cried loudly, in spite of her situation.
*Great. I've probably given myself another black eye.*
"Rogue?" a voice called from the bathroom. "Dat you, cherie?"
*Rogue?*
She could hear someone walking into the room. "Cherie? Why you be hiding from Gambit?" the person asked.
*Cherie? Gambit?*
She couldn't move. It was just like her dream, only come to life.
Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands clamp around her shoulders.
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Logan, Hank, and Scott had just met up after yet another unsuccessful attempt to find the woman, believing now that she'd left the mansion, and wondering how they were going to tell the Professor--they didn't like the prospect of having to say they hadn't been able to handle a woman who'd so recently been unconscious.
Fortunately, before any of them could even say a word, a female voice echoing in a shriek on the second floor startled them all.
"That came from Gambit's room!" Scott said, alarmed. They hurried up the stairs and to the room mentioned, to discover--
--the woman. And Gambit. A butt-naked Gambit.
"What th' hell is goin' on, Cajun?" Logan demanded.
Gambit and the woman both looked at the three, surprised. The woman's bluish face flushed a purplish color, as Gambit tried to explain what was going on.
"Gambit was just comin' outta da shower when dis girl comes into da room. Gambit be thinkin' it was Rogue," he finished.
"And you grabbed me," the woman snapped, speaking to them for the first time. "And why the fuck are you talking in the third person?"
"Hey *you* was the one sneakin' into Gambit's room--"
"Speaking of Rogue," Scott addressed Gambit in a You-Should-Have-Known-Better tone of voice, "why would you approach her undressed? You know how dangerous that is, with her mutant powers."
"Speakin' of Rogue," Logan smirked, in a smart-ass voice, mocking Scott's admonishmont, "you'd best get some clothes on, Cajun." It was advice Remy was more apt to follow than anything Scott could've said. "Rogue'll kill ya if she sees you with another lady like that."
Hank gently placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "We had better all leave," he told her.
Out in the hall, Scott awkwardly tried to apologize to the woman for the site she'd just seen, not knowing it was Rareza's fault she had been in there in the first place.
"Don't worry," Rareza said sullenly, "it's not like I've never seen a naked man before."
None of them really knew how to answer this one, so they said nothing at all. Finally, Hank mumbled something about needing to complete some computer work, and left Scott and Logan alone with the woman.
"So," Scott said, "what's your name?"
The woman looked at him suspiciously. "Rareza." She had wild, bruise-purple eyes that had an almost angry look to them.
"That your *real* name?" Logan asked.
"Who wants to know?"
"We do."
"And what if *I* don't feel like telling you?"
"Won't matter," Logan shrugged. "The Professor's a telepath--he can just read your mind."
Rareza looked frightened. There was a lot she didn't want anyone to know, no matter how prestigious or how mutant-friendly they were. After hearing Logan mention the Professor, making him sound so authority-like (Like a cult leader, she thought), she decided he must be the one who owned the office she'd first gone into. None of these people seemed too intent on harming her, and she'd already noticed more than a few were mutants, but what did that prove? Just because they were also mutants didn't mean they'd automatically be on her side.
"He's going to read my mind?" she repeated, not liking the thought. She wondered if there was any way out of this place, and if there was, if she could get to it before they got there.
Scott glared at Logan. He didn't like this woman's attitude so far--she seemed rather bitchy, at first glance--but that was no reason to scare her. "He wouldn't do that unless you gave him permission first," he assured her. "But the Professor will want to talk to you."