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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....
Chapter 5: We have our mutant???
(Slightly Thief POV ... but not)
Have you ever woken up and decided that it would probably have been better if you hadn't?
He was blind, he was relatively sure that that was the reason he couldn't open his eyes.
With a stiff movement of his arm, he touched his face. His head felt huge and tended to throb in rhythm with his heart-he was very skittish about where he could possibly be- his rhythm was snared in 'mambo mode'
He tried to move but found himself 'secured' to a rather uncomfortable bed, his hands weren't burning- which would have been something to sing about if the rest of him was not.
There was an IV or something happily flowing into his blood stream- he prayed it wasn't blood- he was definitely not compatible with normal blood.
He was on fire, cold, miserable and trapped like an animal all at the same time. Having said that- being a mutant did instantly get you classified as an animal to most 'normal folk''.
He was determined not to show any fear, though when he discovered it was a blindfold over his eyes he was hard pressed not to breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn't blind.
He tried to draw power into his hands, a mere security measure, but the power was apparently on one of its road trips.... again.
He gritted his teeth in agitation and allowed his temper to flare as he started to violently struggle against the restraints. His knife was gone, he was beginning to piece together the recent events and cursed himself for allowing the two strangers to 'help' him- look where it had got him!.
Ceasing his incredibly futile struggle, he wondered if the dampening of one sense (his sight) was magnifying his other senses (mainly feeling, touch) because he was sure that he was in a damn sight (awful pun) more pain than he was in that alley.
A hand came down onto his chest to still any movement and he thought with a touch of resentment, 'bit too late t'stop me hurtin' m'self now!'
He balled his useless fists.
"Please try to remain calm" it was that same calm voice that he'd heard before.
"At least his fevers broke" came a male voice that sounded a little further away.
"How long until we reach the Institute?" the female asked, and by the volume of her voice, she'd turned her head.
He took the opportunity to grimace, 'An Institute'. Was he being committed? He would have shrugged if he could have but he settled for the thought 'Go figure!'
" Let me go" he decided to speak as clearly and as dangerous sounding as possible.
"You're awake!" the female was surprised.
"It a bit hard to stay 'sleep when you got someone's hand on you're broke' rib" he half joked, half snarled.
A beeping sound infiltrated the ship speakers and the male excused himself- this guy was way too formal for the thief to feel even remotely comfortable with the strangers.
Regretting...everything. He groaned at the silence that followed. To be honest he wasn't sure whether they were ignoring him or they just didn't understand his accent.
Normal people either ignore mutants or 'beat d' crap out of them'- that was thief logic.
He loved his accent; it was one of the favourite bits about himself that he liked. Things that he liked about himself were running low. Its not that he was constantly assaulted by his own self-loathing however he did tend to under value his existence. He was reckless.
After wading through potentially dark thoughts/memories he spoke in what he hoped was a 'charming' voice, "Please chere, m'nothin but trouble- it best for all if y' let me go."
"Injured, alone and blind?" the female replied, surprisingly un-smug but it did remind him of his situation.
"Oui- that would be fine!" he plundered on regardless with a smirk and although he couldn't see the woman, he was sure that she'd raised her eyebrow sceptically.
"We don't abandon our own" the male had somehow moved in the 'room' and was now right next to his head! - 'When had that happened?!' the thief felt very off balance suddenly.
"Don' abandon but you abduct- strange philosophy, mon ami!"
It got a little worse when the male put his hand on the thief's shoulder in what was meant to be a comforting action- the thief couldn't prevent himself from flinching.
"Are you ok? You cold?" the male had misinterpreted the thief's action.
"Fine, jus let m'go!"
They ignored him again- did they know that he was a mutant? It was difficult to know. He couldn't remember if they'd seen his eyes (his telltale sign) or not.
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The stealthy Blackbird began its decent through the white delicate looking clouds, its motion flawless and smooth but still….
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"We in a plane?" the thief spoke after a long while of bitter silence.
"Yeah!" the male seemed thrilled at the question and started to spout of numbers, letters and how 'the Blackbird' had been improved from such in such's schematics.
The thief didn't care until he started to mentally wonder 'Worth stealin?'
Out loud the teenager asked, " What are your names?" he changed tactics - if they wouldn't release him then he decided to ' Know thy enemy'.
"Scott Summers" Scott sounded so formal. He was obviously the type that shook your hand instead of coolly nodding his head.
"Ororo Munroe" Ororo was far too cheerful, "And yours?"
He wasn't quite comfortable about this situation so he lied, "Gambit Rogue."
"Strange name" Ororo commented a little dryly. Scott didn't comment.
Now he knew that he was a good liar- so why were they acting a little off. He could feel their feelings shift slightly. They were suspicious.
"So Gambit…" Ororo made the name sound like a foreign language, " You feeling any better?"
He twitched a little.
" M' feelin fine, t'anks for askin" he lied again, " but if you'd jus' let me go…"
" Injured, alone, blind", Ororo reiterated.
"True. M' also - cute, hot, smart, charming. Have I mentioned hot?"
"Arrogant, stupid…" Scott continued but was interrupted by the thief.
"N' seriously! I'm hot, really hot… my hands… m'burning again- just let me go!"
He started struggling, pointlessly trying to strain away from the IV, his hands were glowing a faint red and the red glow emanating from them was travelling up the IV, he was panicking.
Ororo narrowed her eyes.
Scott rushed out the conformation, "At least we have our mutant, we'll be landing in one and a half minutes"
Ororo continued watching the thief's hands, "Why are they glowing?" The unusual red aura had spread to the IV bag.
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Rads AU: Back! (waves a little flag) How's 'Thief's' accent? I'm not too sure about it-maybe it would be best if I just stopped the accent thing. Up to you guys- yous can comment by reviewing if you's want.
(blinks) It may not have been a very exciting episode and a guffy cliffhanger but at least they've nearly reached the institute.
Please- if theres bad spelling or grammer tell me and i'll change it but you have to tell me where the problem is.
Next chapters going back to Kurt/Wolverine and Rogue- for most of it at least.
As always- Please review.
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....
Chapter 5: We have our mutant???
(Slightly Thief POV ... but not)
Have you ever woken up and decided that it would probably have been better if you hadn't?
He was blind, he was relatively sure that that was the reason he couldn't open his eyes.
With a stiff movement of his arm, he touched his face. His head felt huge and tended to throb in rhythm with his heart-he was very skittish about where he could possibly be- his rhythm was snared in 'mambo mode'
He tried to move but found himself 'secured' to a rather uncomfortable bed, his hands weren't burning- which would have been something to sing about if the rest of him was not.
There was an IV or something happily flowing into his blood stream- he prayed it wasn't blood- he was definitely not compatible with normal blood.
He was on fire, cold, miserable and trapped like an animal all at the same time. Having said that- being a mutant did instantly get you classified as an animal to most 'normal folk''.
He was determined not to show any fear, though when he discovered it was a blindfold over his eyes he was hard pressed not to breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe he wasn't blind.
He tried to draw power into his hands, a mere security measure, but the power was apparently on one of its road trips.... again.
He gritted his teeth in agitation and allowed his temper to flare as he started to violently struggle against the restraints. His knife was gone, he was beginning to piece together the recent events and cursed himself for allowing the two strangers to 'help' him- look where it had got him!.
Ceasing his incredibly futile struggle, he wondered if the dampening of one sense (his sight) was magnifying his other senses (mainly feeling, touch) because he was sure that he was in a damn sight (awful pun) more pain than he was in that alley.
A hand came down onto his chest to still any movement and he thought with a touch of resentment, 'bit too late t'stop me hurtin' m'self now!'
He balled his useless fists.
"Please try to remain calm" it was that same calm voice that he'd heard before.
"At least his fevers broke" came a male voice that sounded a little further away.
"How long until we reach the Institute?" the female asked, and by the volume of her voice, she'd turned her head.
He took the opportunity to grimace, 'An Institute'. Was he being committed? He would have shrugged if he could have but he settled for the thought 'Go figure!'
" Let me go" he decided to speak as clearly and as dangerous sounding as possible.
"You're awake!" the female was surprised.
"It a bit hard to stay 'sleep when you got someone's hand on you're broke' rib" he half joked, half snarled.
A beeping sound infiltrated the ship speakers and the male excused himself- this guy was way too formal for the thief to feel even remotely comfortable with the strangers.
Regretting...everything. He groaned at the silence that followed. To be honest he wasn't sure whether they were ignoring him or they just didn't understand his accent.
Normal people either ignore mutants or 'beat d' crap out of them'- that was thief logic.
He loved his accent; it was one of the favourite bits about himself that he liked. Things that he liked about himself were running low. Its not that he was constantly assaulted by his own self-loathing however he did tend to under value his existence. He was reckless.
After wading through potentially dark thoughts/memories he spoke in what he hoped was a 'charming' voice, "Please chere, m'nothin but trouble- it best for all if y' let me go."
"Injured, alone and blind?" the female replied, surprisingly un-smug but it did remind him of his situation.
"Oui- that would be fine!" he plundered on regardless with a smirk and although he couldn't see the woman, he was sure that she'd raised her eyebrow sceptically.
"We don't abandon our own" the male had somehow moved in the 'room' and was now right next to his head! - 'When had that happened?!' the thief felt very off balance suddenly.
"Don' abandon but you abduct- strange philosophy, mon ami!"
It got a little worse when the male put his hand on the thief's shoulder in what was meant to be a comforting action- the thief couldn't prevent himself from flinching.
"Are you ok? You cold?" the male had misinterpreted the thief's action.
"Fine, jus let m'go!"
They ignored him again- did they know that he was a mutant? It was difficult to know. He couldn't remember if they'd seen his eyes (his telltale sign) or not.
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The stealthy Blackbird began its decent through the white delicate looking clouds, its motion flawless and smooth but still….
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"We in a plane?" the thief spoke after a long while of bitter silence.
"Yeah!" the male seemed thrilled at the question and started to spout of numbers, letters and how 'the Blackbird' had been improved from such in such's schematics.
The thief didn't care until he started to mentally wonder 'Worth stealin?'
Out loud the teenager asked, " What are your names?" he changed tactics - if they wouldn't release him then he decided to ' Know thy enemy'.
"Scott Summers" Scott sounded so formal. He was obviously the type that shook your hand instead of coolly nodding his head.
"Ororo Munroe" Ororo was far too cheerful, "And yours?"
He wasn't quite comfortable about this situation so he lied, "Gambit Rogue."
"Strange name" Ororo commented a little dryly. Scott didn't comment.
Now he knew that he was a good liar- so why were they acting a little off. He could feel their feelings shift slightly. They were suspicious.
"So Gambit…" Ororo made the name sound like a foreign language, " You feeling any better?"
He twitched a little.
" M' feelin fine, t'anks for askin" he lied again, " but if you'd jus' let me go…"
" Injured, alone, blind", Ororo reiterated.
"True. M' also - cute, hot, smart, charming. Have I mentioned hot?"
"Arrogant, stupid…" Scott continued but was interrupted by the thief.
"N' seriously! I'm hot, really hot… my hands… m'burning again- just let me go!"
He started struggling, pointlessly trying to strain away from the IV, his hands were glowing a faint red and the red glow emanating from them was travelling up the IV, he was panicking.
Ororo narrowed her eyes.
Scott rushed out the conformation, "At least we have our mutant, we'll be landing in one and a half minutes"
Ororo continued watching the thief's hands, "Why are they glowing?" The unusual red aura had spread to the IV bag.
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Rads AU: Back! (waves a little flag) How's 'Thief's' accent? I'm not too sure about it-maybe it would be best if I just stopped the accent thing. Up to you guys- yous can comment by reviewing if you's want.
(blinks) It may not have been a very exciting episode and a guffy cliffhanger but at least they've nearly reached the institute.
Please- if theres bad spelling or grammer tell me and i'll change it but you have to tell me where the problem is.
Next chapters going back to Kurt/Wolverine and Rogue- for most of it at least.
As always- Please review.
