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Title: Part Two : The Cajun Card Trick

AU: The second part of an AU arc, main characters- Gambit/Remy, Storm, Rogue, Kurt/Nightcrawler, Wolverine/Logan, Xavier, Scott/ Cyclops (in order of frequency in part 2)

This Part Two can be stand alone or not. I am still in two minds - to separate it into another story or keep it here.


Warnings-an injured Cajun....

but Kurt's in it as a special guest near the end of this chapter.


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Chapter 4: Save-yer



The four blurred figures faded like mist into the main high street, the noise from their cars sounding oddly distant, fainting into nothingness.

A teenager, a boy lay awkwardly on the cold concrete ground. He was shaking slightly and some part of his mind was aware of the fact that there was heat seeping down his wrists and palms.

If he'd been conscious then he'd have known what had just happened to him.

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She sat at the communication panel, relaying her current location and mission status, or lack off, to the Professor (her boss).

Rogue, it seemed, was doing far better in her task/mission. Rogue had not only found two of the four mutants, but she had found the child. The child was quite precious not just as another mutant. He wasn't just a power generator, a teleported, he was a… she shook her head from the thoughts and focused on the task at hand- the theif/card player.

Taking a warmer jacket with a sigh, she ended her response transmission to the Professor, sent another to her team mate and continued her search.

It was dark, more dangerous at night- just the way an ex-theif like herself liked it.

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It was a freezing hour later when the teenager became relatively conscious with a string of rather colourful phrases and a weak, "m' gonna die".

Ever the optimist he struggled with his kinetic power, a reflex response apparently, it was only when he tried to channel the power to his hands that he felt the slits on his wrist and with an "Argh!" followed by more unholy words he seethed and futilely struggled against the handcuffs again.


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It was quiet, weak but she definitely heard a pained scream of frustration catch in a breeze. She narrowed her brown eyes and turned her head towards a dead looking alley.

She felt hope build in her soul but quashed it in experienced letdowns.

Her footsteps clicked over the solid ground, her hair drifted in the light winds that seemed to be part of her aura as she swept towards the alley. She was tempted to run her fingers along the wall but didn't wish to feel the grime that she knew was there.



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'Where were his legs?' his mind was frantic but some part of the hysterics assured him, 'they still there."

He was tired and sleep looked like the gateway to heaven.

A goofy smirk appeared on his face but a grimace overtook it and a silent promise was suddenly made- 'I will not cry!' each word clear from Cajun lingo with an air of self-assurance. He didn't even know if he'd said the words out loud nor did he care.

A shudder ran threw his body and he almost giggled about 'how light his head was'- he wondered, 'If I look up -will I see my head floating in the stars?'

An attempt to open his eyes was halted by the startling realisation that the high intensity lights (high intensity to his eyes) had probably left him blind forever- such a morbid thought.

With a strong determination, he tried to stand up without the use of his legs, with the sting of stupidity he realised that what he wanted was impossible- plus there was a third hand on his shoulder keeping him on the nasty ground.

"When'd you come?" he leaned his warm cheek onto the gloved hand, it reminded him of Rogue, "Don 'member sproutin 'nother hand". He was quickly losing any coherent speech that he might have started off with.

A soft, feminine voice replied, "Try not to move, Cyclops- a friend- is coming."

The teenager failed to understand and couldn't comprehend, "I don know any cyclops, fairies, dragon or unicorn" he spoke matter-of-factly.

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Indeed Ororo had not been sent alone- she'd come with another mutant, Scott Summer; code-named Cyclops.

After reporting in to the Professor she'd contacted her team-mate and requested that they rendezvous at Main street, close to where they'd landed.

She'd called him because of an unexplainable hunch that the retreating cop cars weren't just casually passing by.

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She felt the teenagers pulse, she couldn't open his eyes. She'd tried but the boy was shaking his head in protest which in turn was making him turn a little pale green- was he going to throw up?

As long as he stayed awake, she was slightly relieved. Ororo was hesitant to touch his forehead, a nasty bruise was spreading down from the right of his forehead.

Then he'd started talking to her hand again, with a slurred Cajun accent asking, "Why'd you be a femme?"

He was well out of it, but holding onto consciousness with a plainly acknowledgeable stubborn streak.

Even in his light hearted/headed banter it was unsettling to note how he was flinching at her touch- first when she'd checked his pulse and second when she'd tried to stop his little struggle.

Ororo was leaning on the ground, one hand leaning on the thief's shoulder, the other one the ground. The hand on the ground was getting wet.

Though it was cold, the liquid seeping through her winter gloves was warm….thick….

She looked down at it in barely controlled horror and felt a cold trickle of fear crawl up her spine.

Blood.



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Scott Summer heard the unusual call from Ororo through his com unit, "Get here-now!"

He instinctively started running and tapped his com, "Wheres 'now' exactly?!"

His breaths came out in puffs of smoke, he'd been mainly inside searching the local pubs. Old jeans and a heavy coat was tonight's attire. He wore a visor tonight, just in case there was trouble. His visor allowed him better control over the optic laser beams that could burst uncontrolled from his eyes without it.

"Alley, top of main street…." Ororo paused, "third" she slowly and un-surely continued, "from the left"

The was a little static and then a, "Please hurry. Just get the ship and land it at the end of the alley"

"On main street?!" he sounded shocked.

"Yes!" she snapped.


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Scott came running down the correct alley, after one mistake, shouting with an authoritative voice, "Come on Storm, I did as you said but someone's bound to notice a massive helicopter carrier parked in the street!"

She looked up at him, he could only really notice her hair in the darkness but something in her voice beckoned him urgently forward, "We should release his handcuffs before we move the child" she requested/asked/ordered.

Scott came forward and finally the scruffy thief, that was causing him so much trouble, came into view.

"Make sure he holds still" Scott told Ororo, after assessing the teen, and shifted into a crouched position at the thief's side.

Glad that he could aim perfectly, he lightly blasted the link in the cuffs apart, but the circlets remained on each wrist.

Between them, Storm and Cyclops supported the fallen boy, as they shuffled towards the Velocity (the name of the aircraft) Scott whispered, "Is this the mutant?"
"I really don't know" Ororo replied.
"Great"


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The little blue mutant woke up with a cross between a yawn and a purr. He wondered 'when had he fallen asleep?'. His tail flickered and he felt a little travel sick.. He never got travel sick, he'd never travelled-except when he 'leaped' which was his word for 'teleported'.

He was still located on that girls lap, she was familiar somehow. With a childish curiosity he looked round, wide-eyed, at the interior of the Blackbird. His rescuer/hero/evil man was asleep in the seat next to him and there was a newer balder person piloting.

Sneaking away from the girl, whom he realised was also sleep, he walked over to the pilot, "Can I have a shot?" he asked.

The pilot didn't seem startled by his presence or appearance.

"You can speak english" the bald man smiled down at the child and lifted the kid up onto the co-pilots chair.

"My second language!" the child beamed but then he frowned, "I'm not meant to talk to strangers, who are you?"

"My name is Professor Charles Xavier"

"Oh" the child seemed to mull over the name, "X-ave-yer ... rhymes with save-yer."

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