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After their her conversation with Xavier, Donnie left the kitchen and went upstairs to bed. Xavier had promised to start her training in the Danger Room in a couple of days, but she could feel that he was uncomfortable with it. She slept in late that day and came downstairs around noon. She went into the kitchen to grab a bannana and walked out to the patio. After a few minutes, Rogue followed her out.
"What did you tell the Professor last night, Sugah?"
"Not much, why?"
"Well, he's been in his study for ovah an hour with Jean and Emma. Won't let anybody in at all."
She shrugged, "Probably tellin' 'em to stay outta my head."
"Why would he do that?"
"Cuz of somethin' I told him."
"What did you tell him?"
"You don't read minds so you got nothin' to worry about. I just don't like people messin' with my mind, okay?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Okay."
"Great, what you got planned for today?"
"Meditation with Logan and then some trainin' in the Danger Room"
"So I'm on my own today?"
"Looks about like it."
She nodded, "Cool." Today was gonna be fun.
Donnie had decided that today was a good day to play the investigator. She walked down to the school hall, looking into each room, searching for a particular person.
"Ah ha," she whispered. She waited outside for the class to end and creeped in while the teacher had her back turned. She snuck up behind her and poked her in the back.
Andrea spun around, "'Ow did you do that?"
"Do what?" she shrugged, an evil grin on her face.
"Sneak up on me? Nobody can do that."
"Oh, how come?"
"I 'ave th' ability to perceive your powers, thank you very much."
"Oh you mean like telling the future?"
"Yea, kinda."
"Uh huh, and would this wonderful mutation be based on the ability to pick up on a person's brain waves and telepathic emissions?"
"Nevah really though' about i', but yea, I suppose."
"Well, you're screwed when it comes to me then, huh?"
"If I can' read ya, I can' read ya."
"Excellent."
"What d'you want, any'ow?"
"What's your obsession with the Cajun?"
"I don' 'ave an obsession wit 'im."
"I see, and that's why you follow him around all the time."
"That obvious, eh?"
"You could say that."
"I just think 'e's cute is awll."
"Well, he's got a lady, you know."
"Whot, you?"
Donnie laughed, "Goodness no! I'm here on the interest of a friend of mine."
"The skunk?"
"Watch it..."
"Look, if she like 'im so much, she should pay 'im some more attention, am I right? It's not my fawlt if 'e goes for someone 'oo's around 'im more."
"Look, lady, all I'm sayin' is this, if he likes you, he'll make the first move, otherwise, back off, k? It's gettin' kinda creepy."
Andrea rolled her eyes. Donnie clasped her hands behind her back and skipped from the classroom and down the hall. Andrea dropped her facade, "Stupid little girl," she muttered.
Donnie stopped outside the French class and knocked.
"Entrez Vous."
"Bon jour!" she exclaimed as she bounced in.
"Ah, Donnie, hello."
"You done for the day?"
"Far as I know, petite."
"Well then, whadya say we go for a little walk?"
Gambit smiled, "I been wantin' t' talk t' you anyways."
"So, how you likin' it here?"
"It's okay, I guess. I don't really have anything to compare it to."
"I know."
"Everyone's really helpful though, it's nice."
"Oui, de X-men bend over backwards fo' anyone."
"You don't count yourself among them?"
"Non, hadn't fo' a long time."
"Why not?"
"Don' really wanna talk about it now, petite."
She nodded, "that's fine." Just then a dodge ball came zooming at her face and she had to duck.
She jerked her head in the direction of the ball and saw a group of laughing boys, "YOU BETTER WATCH IT YA LITTLE PUNKS!!" The boys scattered.
Gambit chuckled, "Now dat not a good way t' be makin' friends, non?"
She glared at him, "That was intentional!"
"Oui," he laughed, "still not de best t'ing to be doin' around teenage boys, it'll only encourage dem."
She growled.
"You been hangin' around Wolverine too much, petite."
"So?"
"Not a problem really, you just be pickin' up some oh his personality traits, 'stead o' gettin' your own back."
"Maybe. Speaking of hangin' around people, that Norwood woman's trouble. She's up t' sumthin'."
"I know."
"Then why do you put up with her?"
"Knowin' de danger's dere is de first step to avoidin' it. I play along wit her until she mess up, den we have some fun, oui?"
"Oh, you are a rascal aren't ya?"
"Le Diable Blanc, dat's what dey call me."
"The White Devil?"
"Oui," Gambit raised an eyebrow, "Parlez Vous Francais?"
She stopped, a little stunned. She spoke again, "Oui, je le parle couramment, bien que je ne sache pas." Yes, I speak it fluently, though I don't know how.
"What else you speak, petite?"
"That I know of? Latin is all I think."
He nodded, "Catholic."
"Uh huh."
"Been wonderin' if dat was you in Mass."
"It was."
A smirk appeared on Gambit's face, "What do you say if we try and find out if you can speak anyt'ing else."
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow, "Whay did you have in mind?"
"We do have a multi-national staff, non?"
"I see."
"Not yet, petite, but you will."
"All right, Donnie," the Professor began, "the purpose of this exercise is to see what you know. I have no intention of stressing you out or causing you any anxiety. If you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed at any portion of this, you may leave."
She nodded. Ten staff members sat in front of her. A few of them she recognized like Kurt, Ororo, and Logan, but there were others that seemed very strange to her.
"We'll start with some of the more common languages. We already know you speak French and Latin. Let's try Spanish."
One of the teachers she didn't recognize began to speak. "¿Usted entiende lo que estoy diciendo?" Do you understand what I am saying?
"Sí, muy bien, gracias." Yes, very well, thank you.
"Italian."
Another staff member she didn't know. The sounds were very similar to French and Spanish, but she shook her head. "Not a word," she said in English.
"Alright, try Portuguese."
Again, someone she didn't know, and sounds that were similar, but nothing she recognized. She shook her head again.
"German."
Kurt spoke this time, "Ich freue, Sie in der Masse dieser Sonntag zu sehen." I look forward to seeing you in Mass this Sunday.
"Und ich freue, dort zu sein." And I look forward to being there.
"That's two, Russian now."
Storm spoke, A very good friend of mine taught me Russian.
You speak it very well.
"Three, Chinese."
Again, nothing.
"Alright, Japanese."
Logan this time, I have a feeling you probably know this.
You trust your feelings well then, Logan-sama.
"Four. Now for some of the obscure languages..."
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone stopped. Donnie stood, this was all too much for her at one time. "We've established that I can speak a whole lot of jibberish, but what have we accomplished? Not a damn thing! I don't remember anymore than what I did before, except for a bunch of mush! There are still no names, no faces. I can't remember where I was born, where I grew up, whether or not I had a dog or a cat, nothing!"
"Donnie, these things take time."
"Don't you think I understand that? And how do I know these are things worth remembering?"
"They are you're life, Donnie," Storm began.
"But I forgot them for a reason right?"
"But surely you want to remember your family?" Kurt asked.
"I don't even know if I have a family! I figure if they miss me, they would have come looking for me by now, don't you? If they don't wanna find me, then maybe I don't wanna remember them!"
"Donnie, please, you are hysterical."
"Hysterical? Who's hysterical, I'm just suggesting that maybe I'm better off not remembering anything!" And with that, she stormed out of the room. Everyone simply stared at each other. Logan was the first to speak.
"well, that went well, didn't it?"
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Wow, really long chapter that time. Guess I just had a lot to get out. Sorry it wasn't as exciting as the last one, but too much excitement makes for pretty boring reading. I'll have some fun stuff later on. Thanks to the altavista translator for the translations. I couldn't find all of them, so that's why it's like it is. Boy do I wish I spoke all those languages.
I think I'm still a ways off from finishing. It'll be anywhere between 20 and 30 chapters by the time I'm done, I think. Well, off to bed for me now. As for you, go review!
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After their her conversation with Xavier, Donnie left the kitchen and went upstairs to bed. Xavier had promised to start her training in the Danger Room in a couple of days, but she could feel that he was uncomfortable with it. She slept in late that day and came downstairs around noon. She went into the kitchen to grab a bannana and walked out to the patio. After a few minutes, Rogue followed her out.
"What did you tell the Professor last night, Sugah?"
"Not much, why?"
"Well, he's been in his study for ovah an hour with Jean and Emma. Won't let anybody in at all."
She shrugged, "Probably tellin' 'em to stay outta my head."
"Why would he do that?"
"Cuz of somethin' I told him."
"What did you tell him?"
"You don't read minds so you got nothin' to worry about. I just don't like people messin' with my mind, okay?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Okay."
"Great, what you got planned for today?"
"Meditation with Logan and then some trainin' in the Danger Room"
"So I'm on my own today?"
"Looks about like it."
She nodded, "Cool." Today was gonna be fun.
Donnie had decided that today was a good day to play the investigator. She walked down to the school hall, looking into each room, searching for a particular person.
"Ah ha," she whispered. She waited outside for the class to end and creeped in while the teacher had her back turned. She snuck up behind her and poked her in the back.
Andrea spun around, "'Ow did you do that?"
"Do what?" she shrugged, an evil grin on her face.
"Sneak up on me? Nobody can do that."
"Oh, how come?"
"I 'ave th' ability to perceive your powers, thank you very much."
"Oh you mean like telling the future?"
"Yea, kinda."
"Uh huh, and would this wonderful mutation be based on the ability to pick up on a person's brain waves and telepathic emissions?"
"Nevah really though' about i', but yea, I suppose."
"Well, you're screwed when it comes to me then, huh?"
"If I can' read ya, I can' read ya."
"Excellent."
"What d'you want, any'ow?"
"What's your obsession with the Cajun?"
"I don' 'ave an obsession wit 'im."
"I see, and that's why you follow him around all the time."
"That obvious, eh?"
"You could say that."
"I just think 'e's cute is awll."
"Well, he's got a lady, you know."
"Whot, you?"
Donnie laughed, "Goodness no! I'm here on the interest of a friend of mine."
"The skunk?"
"Watch it..."
"Look, if she like 'im so much, she should pay 'im some more attention, am I right? It's not my fawlt if 'e goes for someone 'oo's around 'im more."
"Look, lady, all I'm sayin' is this, if he likes you, he'll make the first move, otherwise, back off, k? It's gettin' kinda creepy."
Andrea rolled her eyes. Donnie clasped her hands behind her back and skipped from the classroom and down the hall. Andrea dropped her facade, "Stupid little girl," she muttered.
Donnie stopped outside the French class and knocked.
"Entrez Vous."
"Bon jour!" she exclaimed as she bounced in.
"Ah, Donnie, hello."
"You done for the day?"
"Far as I know, petite."
"Well then, whadya say we go for a little walk?"
Gambit smiled, "I been wantin' t' talk t' you anyways."
"So, how you likin' it here?"
"It's okay, I guess. I don't really have anything to compare it to."
"I know."
"Everyone's really helpful though, it's nice."
"Oui, de X-men bend over backwards fo' anyone."
"You don't count yourself among them?"
"Non, hadn't fo' a long time."
"Why not?"
"Don' really wanna talk about it now, petite."
She nodded, "that's fine." Just then a dodge ball came zooming at her face and she had to duck.
She jerked her head in the direction of the ball and saw a group of laughing boys, "YOU BETTER WATCH IT YA LITTLE PUNKS!!" The boys scattered.
Gambit chuckled, "Now dat not a good way t' be makin' friends, non?"
She glared at him, "That was intentional!"
"Oui," he laughed, "still not de best t'ing to be doin' around teenage boys, it'll only encourage dem."
She growled.
"You been hangin' around Wolverine too much, petite."
"So?"
"Not a problem really, you just be pickin' up some oh his personality traits, 'stead o' gettin' your own back."
"Maybe. Speaking of hangin' around people, that Norwood woman's trouble. She's up t' sumthin'."
"I know."
"Then why do you put up with her?"
"Knowin' de danger's dere is de first step to avoidin' it. I play along wit her until she mess up, den we have some fun, oui?"
"Oh, you are a rascal aren't ya?"
"Le Diable Blanc, dat's what dey call me."
"The White Devil?"
"Oui," Gambit raised an eyebrow, "Parlez Vous Francais?"
She stopped, a little stunned. She spoke again, "Oui, je le parle couramment, bien que je ne sache pas." Yes, I speak it fluently, though I don't know how.
"What else you speak, petite?"
"That I know of? Latin is all I think."
He nodded, "Catholic."
"Uh huh."
"Been wonderin' if dat was you in Mass."
"It was."
A smirk appeared on Gambit's face, "What do you say if we try and find out if you can speak anyt'ing else."
It was her turn to raise an eyebrow, "Whay did you have in mind?"
"We do have a multi-national staff, non?"
"I see."
"Not yet, petite, but you will."
"All right, Donnie," the Professor began, "the purpose of this exercise is to see what you know. I have no intention of stressing you out or causing you any anxiety. If you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed at any portion of this, you may leave."
She nodded. Ten staff members sat in front of her. A few of them she recognized like Kurt, Ororo, and Logan, but there were others that seemed very strange to her.
"We'll start with some of the more common languages. We already know you speak French and Latin. Let's try Spanish."
One of the teachers she didn't recognize began to speak. "¿Usted entiende lo que estoy diciendo?" Do you understand what I am saying?
"Sí, muy bien, gracias." Yes, very well, thank you.
"Italian."
Another staff member she didn't know. The sounds were very similar to French and Spanish, but she shook her head. "Not a word," she said in English.
"Alright, try Portuguese."
Again, someone she didn't know, and sounds that were similar, but nothing she recognized. She shook her head again.
"German."
Kurt spoke this time, "Ich freue, Sie in der Masse dieser Sonntag zu sehen." I look forward to seeing you in Mass this Sunday.
"Und ich freue, dort zu sein." And I look forward to being there.
"That's two, Russian now."
Storm spoke, A very good friend of mine taught me Russian.
You speak it very well.
"Three, Chinese."
Again, nothing.
"Alright, Japanese."
Logan this time, I have a feeling you probably know this.
You trust your feelings well then, Logan-sama.
"Four. Now for some of the obscure languages..."
"ENOUGH!"
Everyone stopped. Donnie stood, this was all too much for her at one time. "We've established that I can speak a whole lot of jibberish, but what have we accomplished? Not a damn thing! I don't remember anymore than what I did before, except for a bunch of mush! There are still no names, no faces. I can't remember where I was born, where I grew up, whether or not I had a dog or a cat, nothing!"
"Donnie, these things take time."
"Don't you think I understand that? And how do I know these are things worth remembering?"
"They are you're life, Donnie," Storm began.
"But I forgot them for a reason right?"
"But surely you want to remember your family?" Kurt asked.
"I don't even know if I have a family! I figure if they miss me, they would have come looking for me by now, don't you? If they don't wanna find me, then maybe I don't wanna remember them!"
"Donnie, please, you are hysterical."
"Hysterical? Who's hysterical, I'm just suggesting that maybe I'm better off not remembering anything!" And with that, she stormed out of the room. Everyone simply stared at each other. Logan was the first to speak.
"well, that went well, didn't it?"
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Wow, really long chapter that time. Guess I just had a lot to get out. Sorry it wasn't as exciting as the last one, but too much excitement makes for pretty boring reading. I'll have some fun stuff later on. Thanks to the altavista translator for the translations. I couldn't find all of them, so that's why it's like it is. Boy do I wish I spoke all those languages.
I think I'm still a ways off from finishing. It'll be anywhere between 20 and 30 chapters by the time I'm done, I think. Well, off to bed for me now. As for you, go review!