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Tensions were high at the breakfast table the next morning. Rogue had come into the dining room, grabbed a plate of food and promptly walked out to the patio where she proceeded to eat her breakfast alone. Storm had tried to go out to talk to her but Gambit stopped her.
"Non, Stormy, dis time, she need t' be by herself. If she wanna talk to us, she'll tell us."
She shot him a look of pure venom and went back to her place at the table. Both she and Gambit spent their time staring at their plates, scooting bits of food around. Storm looked up to say something, but at that moment, loud voices began to echo into the room.
"I can walk on my own ya big furball!! At least give me the decency to walk in there on my own two feet!"
"Very well, but do not expect me to come to your aid when you fall on your ass!" the voice of Beast snapped.
"I ain't gonna fall on my ass, blueboy!"
At that moment, the dining room doors burst open and Donnie stormed in. She had abandoned her hospital gown and was now wearing very baggy clothes, probably due to her thin frame. She glanced around the room, her blood red eyes absorbing every detail.
"Mon Dieu..." Gambit remarked.
She looked straight at him and gasped. "Your eyes..."
"Yours, too darlin'," Logan stated, "Or do you not remember that either?"
"Give me a mirror!"
"There's one back in the hallway," Beast told her.
She ran out to the hallway and they all heard her gasp again. "Good lord I look like shit!" The X-men couldn't help but laugh. She walked back into the dining room, a glare in her eyes. "Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like death warmed over?"
Most of the shrugged. "Well, you did get shot," Kurt began. She whipped her head towards him and her eyes widened. She stumbled towards him, her eyes focused on the priest's colar around his neck.
"Amazing..." she began and then stopped. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. You're in the middle of a meal." She picked up a plate, filling it with toast and eggs and then turned back towards him, "I would like to speak with you later father, if you don't object."
"Of course, Kind," Kurt said, slightly stunned.
She nodded and headed out to the patio where Rogue was sitting.
"I'd leave her alone if I were you," someone said. She merely turned and smiled, a mischevious glint playing in her eyes.
The X-men all stared at each other, then went back to their breakfasts, smiling and laughing quietly to themselves all thinking the same thing. Donnie was impulsive, stubborn, and mischevious, but she added definite character to the group. It was almost like having a female Wolverine combined with a female Gambit stuck in one thin, tiny body. It was somewhat frightening, but each of them wanted to see what would come of it.
Donnie put her plate down next to Rogue and sat next to her. Rogue looked up and gave her a hard stare. "Ah came out here cuz Ah wanted to be alone."
"No y' didn't. You came out here because of what the big furball told you."
"You heard?"
"Yep, good thing too, otherwise no one would have ever mentioned it to me. Am I right?"
"Yeah," Rogue muttered.
"Uh huh. Look, you need any company you can get right now and while me and the midget might not be the best people to hang with, we're your best options. So just think of me as your new best friend until you can get past this, kay?"
"Ah don't want a best friend, Ah just want..."
"For this to be over. Fine, I'm not a best friend, but I am someone who's willing to help, and from what I gather, so is everybody else in there. You just have to let them. You saved my life, let me return the favor."
Rogue glanced up from her plate again. "You got a deal, sugah."
"Great, then you can go shopping with me today."
Rogue looked at her with utter amazement, "You got some nerve."
"Yeah I do, and these are the only clothes I've got seein as how the clothes I came here in are bloody and full of holes. Dr. McCoy suggested I get one of you gals to give me a hand and you're the most likely candidate. If you want, we'll drag Logan along, since you know him better than you know me."
Rogue snorted, "Logan, shoppin'? Good luck gettin' him to come along."
"He'll come if he knows it's for your benefit as well as mine."
"You two known each other two days and you already know that much about each other?"
"Well, our personalities are kinda similar. That and I spent a lot of time talkin' to the doctor about you."
"What did you talk about?" Rogue said in a skeptical tone.
"Just things really, how you came to be a member of the X-men, shit you've gone through, how you and Logan are really good friends, all sorts of stuff."
"Stuff, huh?"
"Stuff."
Rogue raised her eyebrows and Donnie raised hers in response. A smile spread across Rogue's face and she began to laugh. At first it was forced, but then it opened up into a full throaty laugh and Donnie joined her. Neither knew why they were laughing, but it felt right.
Gambit stood by the doorway listening. It had been a while since Rogue had truly laughed, it was refreshing. He idly fingered the lump in his jacket pocket, letting his mind wander. He had been surprised by today, what would tomorrow hold?
It had taken a little effort to get Logan to come along, but he finally caved. They spent the day in and out of clothing stores, Logan groaning the entire time about how women could shop endlessly without a sweat, which of course Rogue and Donnie laughed at. They spent some time in a hair salon, fixing Donnie's ragged hair. Now it was cut to her chin in a straight line that curved around her pixish face. Most of the clothes they bought for her were a size or two too big because she was so skinny and Rogue expected that Beast would demand to have her fattened up. Because Logan was totally exhausted from being dragged everyplace but up, they stopped in one last store after the salon before going home. It was a tiny boutique next door to a music shop. Donnie had insisted that Rogue buy an emerald green dress that matched her eyes. Donnie said it was for the next time Rogue went on a date, to which Rogue roled her eyes. Content with their day's shopping, they left the store and started heading towards the car, but Donnie had stopped. She was standing outside the music store, staring into the window.
"What's wrong, D?" Logan asked.
She turned her head, "I dunno, it's just something feels familiar..."
He stepped up to the window to see what she was looking at, "What the violin?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I used to play."
The shop owner stepped out, "Something you like miss? The items in the window are on sale, if you see anything that strikes your fancy."
She shook her head, "No I don't think so."
"Go on Sugah, we got a little extra, why don't you get one of them little beginner violins or somethin'?"
"You sure?"
"A course Ah am, anythin' t' help you remember."
She turned to the shopkeeper, "How much?"
"75 with the bow, it's the last day for the sale."
She turned to Rogue who nodded. Donnie followed the shopkeeper inside and bought a little Yamaha beginner's violin. She came back out with the case tucked under her arm and turned to head for the car. Logan and Rogue looked at each other with a tiny smile on each of their faces and followed her.
When they got home, Donnie dropped her stuff on the bed in the room she had been given. It felt a little odd to be out of the medbay, but she knew it was an idea she could get used to. She still had to visit Dr. McCoy once a week to see how her wound was. The price one pays for freedom, she supposed. She stared at the box that contained the violin. It had felt comfortable in her hands when she picked it up. She looked at the fingers on her left hand. There were definite calluses, but they were all over her palms and on her right hand as well. She might have played violin, but then again, she might have not, it could have all been a figment of her imagination. She sighed and sat down next to the box and started to open it. Just then, there was a knock on her door.
"Donnie?" a distinctly German voice said, "It's Kurt, we spoke earlier."
"Come in, Father."
He stepped in the room, "Just Kurt, please. It's what everyone calls me around here. Well, that and Elf."
She looked at his pointy ears and smiled, "I can see where you got the name."
He grinned back, "Yes, it is a bit obvious, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"You wanted to speak to me, did you not?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I did."
"Is something troubling you, Kind?"
"No, not really, it's just that it was nice to see something familiar."
"Familiar?"
"Well, you're a Catholic priest, right?"
"Yes. You are Catholic?"
"As far as I know, yes."
"Then your memory is coming back?"
"Not really, it's all kinda fuzzy still, like names and faces, and where I grew up, but I can remember that I was raised in the Catholic church."
He raised an eyebrow and she started reciting a Hail Mary. When that was done, she started a Catholic mass in Latin, as much as she could remember.
"Hmmm, it's not much, but it is something. I will help you in any way that I can. I hold regular mass at the school chapel on Sundays if you wish to come."
She nodded again.
"Come on, I will show you where it is," he held out a three fingered hand. She took it and followed him to the chapel, the violin forgotten.
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Okay, there's chapter 10, go review, now!!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, I really appreciate it. Once again, if anyone thinks they know what's going on, keep yer mouth shut! Y'll ruin it fer everyone! K, til next time.
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Tensions were high at the breakfast table the next morning. Rogue had come into the dining room, grabbed a plate of food and promptly walked out to the patio where she proceeded to eat her breakfast alone. Storm had tried to go out to talk to her but Gambit stopped her.
"Non, Stormy, dis time, she need t' be by herself. If she wanna talk to us, she'll tell us."
She shot him a look of pure venom and went back to her place at the table. Both she and Gambit spent their time staring at their plates, scooting bits of food around. Storm looked up to say something, but at that moment, loud voices began to echo into the room.
"I can walk on my own ya big furball!! At least give me the decency to walk in there on my own two feet!"
"Very well, but do not expect me to come to your aid when you fall on your ass!" the voice of Beast snapped.
"I ain't gonna fall on my ass, blueboy!"
At that moment, the dining room doors burst open and Donnie stormed in. She had abandoned her hospital gown and was now wearing very baggy clothes, probably due to her thin frame. She glanced around the room, her blood red eyes absorbing every detail.
"Mon Dieu..." Gambit remarked.
She looked straight at him and gasped. "Your eyes..."
"Yours, too darlin'," Logan stated, "Or do you not remember that either?"
"Give me a mirror!"
"There's one back in the hallway," Beast told her.
She ran out to the hallway and they all heard her gasp again. "Good lord I look like shit!" The X-men couldn't help but laugh. She walked back into the dining room, a glare in her eyes. "Why didn't anyone tell me I looked like death warmed over?"
Most of the shrugged. "Well, you did get shot," Kurt began. She whipped her head towards him and her eyes widened. She stumbled towards him, her eyes focused on the priest's colar around his neck.
"Amazing..." she began and then stopped. "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. You're in the middle of a meal." She picked up a plate, filling it with toast and eggs and then turned back towards him, "I would like to speak with you later father, if you don't object."
"Of course, Kind," Kurt said, slightly stunned.
She nodded and headed out to the patio where Rogue was sitting.
"I'd leave her alone if I were you," someone said. She merely turned and smiled, a mischevious glint playing in her eyes.
The X-men all stared at each other, then went back to their breakfasts, smiling and laughing quietly to themselves all thinking the same thing. Donnie was impulsive, stubborn, and mischevious, but she added definite character to the group. It was almost like having a female Wolverine combined with a female Gambit stuck in one thin, tiny body. It was somewhat frightening, but each of them wanted to see what would come of it.
Donnie put her plate down next to Rogue and sat next to her. Rogue looked up and gave her a hard stare. "Ah came out here cuz Ah wanted to be alone."
"No y' didn't. You came out here because of what the big furball told you."
"You heard?"
"Yep, good thing too, otherwise no one would have ever mentioned it to me. Am I right?"
"Yeah," Rogue muttered.
"Uh huh. Look, you need any company you can get right now and while me and the midget might not be the best people to hang with, we're your best options. So just think of me as your new best friend until you can get past this, kay?"
"Ah don't want a best friend, Ah just want..."
"For this to be over. Fine, I'm not a best friend, but I am someone who's willing to help, and from what I gather, so is everybody else in there. You just have to let them. You saved my life, let me return the favor."
Rogue glanced up from her plate again. "You got a deal, sugah."
"Great, then you can go shopping with me today."
Rogue looked at her with utter amazement, "You got some nerve."
"Yeah I do, and these are the only clothes I've got seein as how the clothes I came here in are bloody and full of holes. Dr. McCoy suggested I get one of you gals to give me a hand and you're the most likely candidate. If you want, we'll drag Logan along, since you know him better than you know me."
Rogue snorted, "Logan, shoppin'? Good luck gettin' him to come along."
"He'll come if he knows it's for your benefit as well as mine."
"You two known each other two days and you already know that much about each other?"
"Well, our personalities are kinda similar. That and I spent a lot of time talkin' to the doctor about you."
"What did you talk about?" Rogue said in a skeptical tone.
"Just things really, how you came to be a member of the X-men, shit you've gone through, how you and Logan are really good friends, all sorts of stuff."
"Stuff, huh?"
"Stuff."
Rogue raised her eyebrows and Donnie raised hers in response. A smile spread across Rogue's face and she began to laugh. At first it was forced, but then it opened up into a full throaty laugh and Donnie joined her. Neither knew why they were laughing, but it felt right.
Gambit stood by the doorway listening. It had been a while since Rogue had truly laughed, it was refreshing. He idly fingered the lump in his jacket pocket, letting his mind wander. He had been surprised by today, what would tomorrow hold?
It had taken a little effort to get Logan to come along, but he finally caved. They spent the day in and out of clothing stores, Logan groaning the entire time about how women could shop endlessly without a sweat, which of course Rogue and Donnie laughed at. They spent some time in a hair salon, fixing Donnie's ragged hair. Now it was cut to her chin in a straight line that curved around her pixish face. Most of the clothes they bought for her were a size or two too big because she was so skinny and Rogue expected that Beast would demand to have her fattened up. Because Logan was totally exhausted from being dragged everyplace but up, they stopped in one last store after the salon before going home. It was a tiny boutique next door to a music shop. Donnie had insisted that Rogue buy an emerald green dress that matched her eyes. Donnie said it was for the next time Rogue went on a date, to which Rogue roled her eyes. Content with their day's shopping, they left the store and started heading towards the car, but Donnie had stopped. She was standing outside the music store, staring into the window.
"What's wrong, D?" Logan asked.
She turned her head, "I dunno, it's just something feels familiar..."
He stepped up to the window to see what she was looking at, "What the violin?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I used to play."
The shop owner stepped out, "Something you like miss? The items in the window are on sale, if you see anything that strikes your fancy."
She shook her head, "No I don't think so."
"Go on Sugah, we got a little extra, why don't you get one of them little beginner violins or somethin'?"
"You sure?"
"A course Ah am, anythin' t' help you remember."
She turned to the shopkeeper, "How much?"
"75 with the bow, it's the last day for the sale."
She turned to Rogue who nodded. Donnie followed the shopkeeper inside and bought a little Yamaha beginner's violin. She came back out with the case tucked under her arm and turned to head for the car. Logan and Rogue looked at each other with a tiny smile on each of their faces and followed her.
When they got home, Donnie dropped her stuff on the bed in the room she had been given. It felt a little odd to be out of the medbay, but she knew it was an idea she could get used to. She still had to visit Dr. McCoy once a week to see how her wound was. The price one pays for freedom, she supposed. She stared at the box that contained the violin. It had felt comfortable in her hands when she picked it up. She looked at the fingers on her left hand. There were definite calluses, but they were all over her palms and on her right hand as well. She might have played violin, but then again, she might have not, it could have all been a figment of her imagination. She sighed and sat down next to the box and started to open it. Just then, there was a knock on her door.
"Donnie?" a distinctly German voice said, "It's Kurt, we spoke earlier."
"Come in, Father."
He stepped in the room, "Just Kurt, please. It's what everyone calls me around here. Well, that and Elf."
She looked at his pointy ears and smiled, "I can see where you got the name."
He grinned back, "Yes, it is a bit obvious, isn't it?"
She nodded.
"You wanted to speak to me, did you not?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I did."
"Is something troubling you, Kind?"
"No, not really, it's just that it was nice to see something familiar."
"Familiar?"
"Well, you're a Catholic priest, right?"
"Yes. You are Catholic?"
"As far as I know, yes."
"Then your memory is coming back?"
"Not really, it's all kinda fuzzy still, like names and faces, and where I grew up, but I can remember that I was raised in the Catholic church."
He raised an eyebrow and she started reciting a Hail Mary. When that was done, she started a Catholic mass in Latin, as much as she could remember.
"Hmmm, it's not much, but it is something. I will help you in any way that I can. I hold regular mass at the school chapel on Sundays if you wish to come."
She nodded again.
"Come on, I will show you where it is," he held out a three fingered hand. She took it and followed him to the chapel, the violin forgotten.
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Okay, there's chapter 10, go review, now!!! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, I really appreciate it. Once again, if anyone thinks they know what's going on, keep yer mouth shut! Y'll ruin it fer everyone! K, til next time.