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Dreams
Chapter 6
Remy thought a work out in the danger room would help him alleviate some of the tension he felt in his body. But it hadn't helped.
He was angry. Extremely angry, at the world and at life in general. As he turned the corner, heading toward the Professor's study, he ran into a brick wall. Jarred from his thoughts, he found Logan standing in front of him.
"Hello, Logan."
"Cajun."
They both stood there, staring each other down.
"So I take it she told you?"
"Yea. Have you talked with the Professor, yet?"
"No, I was on my way when I ran into you."
Again, there was silence for a couple of minutes before Logan broke it.
"Take care of her, Cajun."
"I will." Walking past Logan, Remy continued on his way to see the Professor.
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He didn't need to use his telepathic powers to know that they had returned. He could feel the tension level rise in the mansion. The way a father knows when one of his children is hiding a secret. And one of his children was hiding a terrible secret.
'It's times like this when I wish you were still with us, Moira.' Charles thought as he stared at a picture of his extended family; his eyes focused on the auburn hair southern-belle. 'I don't know what to do.'
Two months ago, he noticed a change in Rogue. She was losing her strength, and during a practice in the danger room, she was nearly killed. Something that shouldn't happen to a person who was invulnerable.
Shaking his head, he thought back to all of the setbacks that Rogue had experienced in her young life. But he didn't know if she would walk away from this one.
The door opened to the study and closed quietly. Charles didn't need to use his powers or turn around to know who was standing behind him.
"I take it that you both have returned?"
"Yea, we got back a couple of hours ago."
"You have questions, Remy. But I don't know if I have all the answers."
Turning his chair around, Charles stared into Remy's distraught face.
"Is there a way to save her?"
"I'm not really sure, Remy."
Remy walked over and sat down on one of the leather chairs that sat opposite of Charles.
"How much longer does she have?"
Charles hated to see his children hurting like this. Sighing, Charles told him the truth. "About four months. Maybe less, it depends on how quickly her powers drain her life."
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The glass doors to the porch were open, welcoming her. Rogue landed on the stone balcony of the Manhattan penthouse and walked inside. She surveyed her surroundings and remembered the last time she was here. It was shortly after Mystique had pulled her from Dr. Agee's lab. 'What had I said to her about this place? Oh yea, "Nice Digs, Mystique. You rent or own?" I guess the answer had been own.'
As she moved deeper into the living room, she called out, "Mystique? Are you home?" There was no answer. Rogue stood there for a moment, pondering if she should go or if she should stay when the door opened.
"Just set the packages in my room, Geoffrey. Then go ahead and take the rest of the day off. I will deal with them later."
"Yes, miss."
Rogue hurried to the balcony, not wanting to be found if she had company. She watched from her hiding spot as a petite blond walked into the living room. The young woman was dressed in a pink two-piece suit. Finally the young woman sat down on the plush couch and pulled off her shoes, placing her feet on the coffee table. The next time Rogue blinked, the blond woman was gone and had been replaced with her foster mother.
"I know you're out there, Rogue. The coast is clear. You can come in."
Rogue walked around the corner. "How'd you know I was there?"
Mystique smiled. "Call it woman's intuition or mother's intuition. So can I ask what brings you to my doorstep? Surely Charles doesn't know about this meeting, does he?"
Rogue sat down on the couch next to her. "No, the Professor doesn't know that I'm here."
"But that still doesn't answer my first question."
"Ah'm not sure if I'm ready to answer your first question."
Mystique turned toward her foster daughter. "Would you like something to drink?" Without waiting for an answer, Mystique got off the couch and headed toward the bar. She pulled out two glasses and a decanter of bourbon and poured them both a drink. Handing Rogue a glass when she returned to the couch, she said, "I know why you're here."
"No, ya don't. Only three people know what . . ."
"You're dying, aren't you?"
Rogue's eyes narrowed as she asked, "How'd you know that? And don't go and give me any BS about mothers' intuition."
Setting her glass down, Mystique reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a leather bound book. "This is how I knew." She said, handing the book to Rogue.
Carefully, Rogue took the book out her mother's hands, afraid to touch it; for it looked so brittle and fragile. Slowly, she opened the front cover and noticed the familiar handwriting of a friend.
Rogue spun around to face Mystique, a shocked look on her face. "This is one of Irene Adler's Diaries!" Turning her attention back to the diary that she held, she saw her life laid out on page after page of paper. Long before she even discovered her powers, Irene Adler had written about the events in Rogues' life. The last page of the diary held pictures of Mystique and her reading the book, excerpts of the conversation written across the page.
Turning to Mystique, she asked, "That's it? Where's the rest?" Hope bloomed inside of her. 'Maybe Irene had written down the cure.'
Mystique looked at her daughter and replied, "Yes, that is all . . . for that book. Irene wrote numerous diaries, but I only hold a few of them. I don't have the rest, but I have a good idea who does."
"Who?"
"Magnus."
A/N: Here is some quick FYI for those who aren't familiar with Irene Adler. Irene was a mutant, a precog, and therefore could foresee the future. She would write down her 'visions' of the future in diaries. She was a friend of Mystique and left most of the diaries in her care. However, no one is sure exactly how many diaries there are.
Dreams
Chapter 6
Remy thought a work out in the danger room would help him alleviate some of the tension he felt in his body. But it hadn't helped.
He was angry. Extremely angry, at the world and at life in general. As he turned the corner, heading toward the Professor's study, he ran into a brick wall. Jarred from his thoughts, he found Logan standing in front of him.
"Hello, Logan."
"Cajun."
They both stood there, staring each other down.
"So I take it she told you?"
"Yea. Have you talked with the Professor, yet?"
"No, I was on my way when I ran into you."
Again, there was silence for a couple of minutes before Logan broke it.
"Take care of her, Cajun."
"I will." Walking past Logan, Remy continued on his way to see the Professor.
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He didn't need to use his telepathic powers to know that they had returned. He could feel the tension level rise in the mansion. The way a father knows when one of his children is hiding a secret. And one of his children was hiding a terrible secret.
'It's times like this when I wish you were still with us, Moira.' Charles thought as he stared at a picture of his extended family; his eyes focused on the auburn hair southern-belle. 'I don't know what to do.'
Two months ago, he noticed a change in Rogue. She was losing her strength, and during a practice in the danger room, she was nearly killed. Something that shouldn't happen to a person who was invulnerable.
Shaking his head, he thought back to all of the setbacks that Rogue had experienced in her young life. But he didn't know if she would walk away from this one.
The door opened to the study and closed quietly. Charles didn't need to use his powers or turn around to know who was standing behind him.
"I take it that you both have returned?"
"Yea, we got back a couple of hours ago."
"You have questions, Remy. But I don't know if I have all the answers."
Turning his chair around, Charles stared into Remy's distraught face.
"Is there a way to save her?"
"I'm not really sure, Remy."
Remy walked over and sat down on one of the leather chairs that sat opposite of Charles.
"How much longer does she have?"
Charles hated to see his children hurting like this. Sighing, Charles told him the truth. "About four months. Maybe less, it depends on how quickly her powers drain her life."
****************
The glass doors to the porch were open, welcoming her. Rogue landed on the stone balcony of the Manhattan penthouse and walked inside. She surveyed her surroundings and remembered the last time she was here. It was shortly after Mystique had pulled her from Dr. Agee's lab. 'What had I said to her about this place? Oh yea, "Nice Digs, Mystique. You rent or own?" I guess the answer had been own.'
As she moved deeper into the living room, she called out, "Mystique? Are you home?" There was no answer. Rogue stood there for a moment, pondering if she should go or if she should stay when the door opened.
"Just set the packages in my room, Geoffrey. Then go ahead and take the rest of the day off. I will deal with them later."
"Yes, miss."
Rogue hurried to the balcony, not wanting to be found if she had company. She watched from her hiding spot as a petite blond walked into the living room. The young woman was dressed in a pink two-piece suit. Finally the young woman sat down on the plush couch and pulled off her shoes, placing her feet on the coffee table. The next time Rogue blinked, the blond woman was gone and had been replaced with her foster mother.
"I know you're out there, Rogue. The coast is clear. You can come in."
Rogue walked around the corner. "How'd you know I was there?"
Mystique smiled. "Call it woman's intuition or mother's intuition. So can I ask what brings you to my doorstep? Surely Charles doesn't know about this meeting, does he?"
Rogue sat down on the couch next to her. "No, the Professor doesn't know that I'm here."
"But that still doesn't answer my first question."
"Ah'm not sure if I'm ready to answer your first question."
Mystique turned toward her foster daughter. "Would you like something to drink?" Without waiting for an answer, Mystique got off the couch and headed toward the bar. She pulled out two glasses and a decanter of bourbon and poured them both a drink. Handing Rogue a glass when she returned to the couch, she said, "I know why you're here."
"No, ya don't. Only three people know what . . ."
"You're dying, aren't you?"
Rogue's eyes narrowed as she asked, "How'd you know that? And don't go and give me any BS about mothers' intuition."
Setting her glass down, Mystique reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a leather bound book. "This is how I knew." She said, handing the book to Rogue.
Carefully, Rogue took the book out her mother's hands, afraid to touch it; for it looked so brittle and fragile. Slowly, she opened the front cover and noticed the familiar handwriting of a friend.
Rogue spun around to face Mystique, a shocked look on her face. "This is one of Irene Adler's Diaries!" Turning her attention back to the diary that she held, she saw her life laid out on page after page of paper. Long before she even discovered her powers, Irene Adler had written about the events in Rogues' life. The last page of the diary held pictures of Mystique and her reading the book, excerpts of the conversation written across the page.
Turning to Mystique, she asked, "That's it? Where's the rest?" Hope bloomed inside of her. 'Maybe Irene had written down the cure.'
Mystique looked at her daughter and replied, "Yes, that is all . . . for that book. Irene wrote numerous diaries, but I only hold a few of them. I don't have the rest, but I have a good idea who does."
"Who?"
"Magnus."
A/N: Here is some quick FYI for those who aren't familiar with Irene Adler. Irene was a mutant, a precog, and therefore could foresee the future. She would write down her 'visions' of the future in diaries. She was a friend of Mystique and left most of the diaries in her care. However, no one is sure exactly how many diaries there are.