DISCLAIMER – Marvel characters don't belong to me but the others do.
NOTES - This is the final part, I hope you liked the series. Once again a huge thanks to my beta readers, who should both write more fan fiction stories, as they are both more talented than me.
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MIDDLE OF NOWHERE PART 4
THANKS FOR RESCUING ME
After walking through sewer sludge for what seemed like hours we managed to climb up a ladder and onto the ground floor without setting off any alarms. The place looked deserted like an abandoned building should be. As soon as we walked down the corridor, however, more sensors had warned the guards and they came running towards us. Yes it was me that missed the trip-wire. No-one's perfect!
Logan and ex-Marine guy were dealing with the guards as I looked for Gambit. The place was dimly lit and there was lots of expensive equipment around. I saw a sign on the wall that said 'Operating Rooms'. I guessed that would be a good place to start looking.
I ran down the corridor and only paused to fire my optic blasts at a gun holding guard. He went through the opposite wall but I didn't check to see if he was okay, I just kept on running. I was high on adrenaline by the time I reached the operating rooms. I blew the door open on one of them but it was empty so I ran to the next. I heard voices, they'd obviously heard my blasting.
Lifting my glasses the operating doors flew off their hinges. I darted in and froze when I took in the scene. Mr Sinister was standing in front of the operating table that Remy lay on. Tubes were coming out of his mouth and nose and there was blood covering the sheets. In the corner of the room two men in surgical overalls were cowering from me.
"Master Summers. How nice of you to join us," the man I hated more than anything said.
"Sinister, I should have known only someone like you would be behind this." I lifted my hand up to my glasses.
"Don't be jealous Cyclops, you're still my favorite but I needed Gambit's powers for my new project."
"Cutting up mutants and piecing them together on some victim who doesn't know much about it."
Sinister smiled at me showing his nasty sharp teeth. "One mutant with one power is powerful enough but just imagine one man with four or five powers."
I snorted, "I heard it doesn't even work. You can't cut a body part off one person and attach it to another and expect the power to work."
"You say that as if you think I'm stupid Summers." This man made me sick. All the things that had happened in my life and he was to blame, the orphanage when he used me, creating Madelyn to get my child...The man seemed to want to destroy my life and he was doing a good job. I couldn't be bothered to talk with him anymore; he didn't deserve any of my time.
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I continued sniffing, following Cyclops' scent so we could find him. I'd already heard him blasting so I was worried he had got into trouble. Then I caught another scent – Sinister. I rapidly sped up.
I found the operating room easy enough and we both climbed over the doors that were lying very dented on the ground. Cyke was standing near the door and Sinister was standing in front of Gumbo who was lying on the operating table. It didn't look good.
Frankenstein gave Sinister the double tap with his gun. It didn't do much damage but at least it made him stumble back so he wasn't in front of Gambit, this meant Cyke could blast. And blast he did. Sinister was thrown through the wall and the next wall and probably the next wall. I ran up to the Cajun and felt sick to my stomach when I got closer.
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"Ororo's coming with the Blackbird," Logan told me. I had been sitting next to Gambit for hours since we had brought him back. Luckily Wolverine knew quite a lot about the sort of injuries Gambit was suffering from so he had patched it up good however, we really needed to get him back to the mansion.
Gambit was on the bed and I was sitting up next to him making sure every couple of minutes I could check his pulse and breathing. Nikki walked up behind me and passed me a glass of water. I thanked her and she gave my shoulder a friendly squeeze. Jacob had gone off to get more bandages, Doug (ex-Marine guy, we finally asked what his name was) was sleeping in Jacob's room as he had a broken rib from the fighting. Logan was standing the other side of the room just doing his intimidating watching thing.
Finally Gambit stirred. Well groaned anyway. I leant over him and waited until he opened his eyes. When the red and black eyes looked up at me I gave him the best smile I could under the circumstances.
"Scott?" he asked weakly.
"Yes Remy, it's me."
"Is dis heaven or are you really in my bed?" I couldn't believe it, he had just been taken by Sinister, operated on and he was still flirting with me.
"Remy, how are you feeling?"
Gambit thought for a second, "Can I swear?" I nodded.
"I feel like merde."
"Well, I've got some bad news." I didn't want to tell him but it wasn't as if he wouldn't find out soon enough. I looked over at Logan who was just standing there with his arms folded so I guess it was up to me. Remy was looking up at me worriedly.
"What is it homme?"
I decided to just come out and say it.
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I walked outside to check on our leader (and I use the word loosely). He was sitting out the back of Jacob's house. Jacob and Nikki were inside looking after Gumbo who was a lot more distressed than he was making out. Cyke was sitting on the wooden balcony, his feet digging into the dirt. He obviously heard me coming.
Not looking at me he spoke, "I was just talking telepathically to Jean." He paused so I waited for him to carry on.
"She was really angry at us for letting Gambit…well you know."
I snorted, "It wasn't our fault."
Cyke sighed and put his arms out behind himself, leaning back. Sweat was beginning to soak through his shirt. I loved Jean, he knew I did, but I still felt sorry for him. Jean had a famous short temper, and when she was angry, she was mad!
"Did you know that marriage is one of the chief causes of divorce?" I said, getting a half smile.
"Did you hear what he said after I told him?" He didn't wait for me to answer. "He thanked me for rescuing him." I hated it when Scooter did the 'I'm the leader so it must be my fault' thing. There wasn't anything we could have done differently and he knew it. I was ready to give him a big speech about it when ol'Frankie-boy (or Doug) walked up to us.
"If you aren't going to kill me can I go?" We both looked at him. What with all the stuff with Sinister we hadn't discussed what to do with the hit man. Scott got up and walked over to him.
"Doug, after everything you've done, you have our thanks." Scott shook his hand. Frankie looked confused and looked over at me. I just shrugged. He looked back at Scott.
"I hope your friend will be okay. And I hope that there won't be anymore creatures like me."
"You're not a creature Doug. You're a human being like the rest of us," Scott told him. Frankie nodded at us both and walked off towards town.
"Are you sure letting him go is the best idea?" I asked.
Cyke got up and brushed the sand off his pants.
"What else could I do? He helped us rescue Gambit and put his life in danger to save him. What option did I have?"
I wasn't sure but I thought we should have at least discussed it. That guy could well go back to killing people for money again. He sighed.
"I can't do anything right in your eyes can I Logan? If I demanded he come back to the mansion with us you would have argued about it. If I handed him over to the cops you would have told me we should have dealt with it. Now I've let him go I bet you disagree." He was losing him temper with me but I didn't mind, I loved arguing with the kid.
"You're such a moron and yes I think just letting him go is a stupid idea."
"Oh of course you do. You hate me because you think I've got a stick up my ass and that all I want is to be the perfect teachers pet." (He's a telepath!)
"If you don't like my opinion of you – improve yourself!" That was when his calm exterior burst.
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I had met many disabled people in my life and I was envious of their courage. I didn't feel at all brave at de moment, just scared. Stormy once told me dat there can be no courage unless you're scared which I guess it true. I wished Stromy was wid me at that moment. I was never afraid to show my emotions in front of her. Jacob and Nikki had gone out to de shop, as dere was no food in de house, so I was on my own lying on de couch in de living room. Logan and Scott were outside…dat was until there was a loud crash and dey both came flying through de window.
I watched dem rolling around de floor for a few seconds and I secretly wished it was me rolling around de floor wid Scott. Logan eventually untangled himself from Scott and stood up laughing.
"I hope you feel better now." Scotty was almost fuming lying on de floor. I pulled myself up to a sitting position and pain suddenly shot up my arm, or what was left of my arm. At least they had rescued me before Mr Sinister had started cutting off my oder arm, I was grateful for dat at least. I needed more painkillers but dey didn't seem interested. Logan's laughing only angered Scott more and he jumped up off de floor and lunged at de Canadian.
"Will you two stop it!" I yelled as best I could considering my throat was so dry but dey didn't pay attention. Logan had grabbed Scott's shirt and thrown him over de leather chair. I prayed dey would stop before claws and optic blasts came into use. Scott pulled himself up and threw de footstall at Logan; he managed to duck in good time. Scott ran at him again and swung his arm, which Logan bobbed to avoid, but he didn't avoid Scott's leg kicking his feet out from under him. With Wolverine on de floor Scott took his chance and kicked him, quite hard in de ribs. Logan grabbed Scott's leg and pulled him onto de floor wid him.
"What IS going on?" I turned my head and saw the best two people in the world standing in de doorway. Stormy was watching Scott and Logan, not looking very happy. Rogue, however, was looking straight at me.
"Rogue, deal with them," Stormy said. Rogue flew across de living-room and picked Scotty and Logan up off de floor by de scruff of der necks, neder were stupid enough to argue wid her. She flew out of de window and dropped dem.
Stormy turned to look at me. Den she looked down at my missing arm.
"Oh Remy," she gasped and came over, knelt down and hugged me. It was de best hug I had ever experienced.
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I pushed myself off the sandy ground and went over to Scooter, offering him my hand up. He looked up at me for a couple of seconds and then swallowed his pride, letting me pull him up. Then he took a deep breath as if it helped for him to compose himself.
"That was a very immature thing for us to do Logan."
"But do ya feel better?" I asked. He thought for a bit,
"I guess I do. I hope Storm won't tell Jean that we were fighting."
"Don't bother me, she's your wife."
"Yes she IS my wife," he told me in his 'she choose me over you' sort of way. "I'm going for a walk." He informed me and walked off away from Jacob's house.
"You want me to come?" I asked.
"No." I took that as a yes and followed him. We walked for a while and soon the house was a small building in the distance. I wondered if he was heading for the town but he suddenly stopped.
"Logan, look…the tree." I hadn't noticed it before this mission but Scott had a thing for trees. However, when I looked at where he was pointing I realized it wasn't the tree he that had his attention but the body hanging from it. I ran over, past Scott who followed me. As I got closer and got a better view I slowed down. Frankie's body was swaying slightly in the wind, red and oranges of the sun setting behind him and the quietness of the place made it very eerie. Scott ran past me and grabbed at his legs trying to lift him up but I could tell it was too late.
"He's dead Cyke." Scooter attempted to hold him up for another few seconds until he realized that I was right and let go. He wouldn't look at him; just walked back to me.
"Who did this?" He asked me. I wasn't sure if he was being stupid or just attempting to protect himself from the truth.
"He hated his life Cyke. Helping us meant he partly got his revenge, which was what he was waiting for. He didn't have anything to live for now." Scott look up at the body hanging by the rope and sadly turned away.
"We shouldn't leave him there."
We didn't, I cut him down and we dug a grave in the only grassy area in Jacob's back yard. We even made a little head stone but as we didn't know his surname or even age we just wrote 'Finally Resting In Peace.'
* * * * *
I let Storm fly the blackbird home. Rogue sat next to Gambit who was lying on the medical bed at the back of the jet. We'd pumped him with enough painkillers and he seemed to be felling better. Logan was sitting watching them, as was I. Logan was trying to cheer him up.
"You can at least change your nickname now."
Remy looked up at him.
"I can?"
"Sure, one-armed-Gambit sounds pretty cool."
"Danks Logan," Remy laughed.
"Magneto won't be worried about you anymore either."
"Why Logan?" Remy sighed.
"Well your 'armless now." Logan and Gambit laughed and reluctantly I joined in.
THE END
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Last part. Tell me what you think. I'm sorry to all the die-hard Gambit fans, I decided at the last minute to cut something off but don't be angry with me I love him too