Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution/
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)
Chapter 8: Tempers
A few hours after the hanger had exploded:
His eyes burned red and the glow could be seen escaping from the bottom of
his closed eyelids.
Dr Hank McCoy could only assume that his patient was going to wake up rather,
for lack of better words, 'pissed'.
Ignoring any immediate danger from his totally unrestrained new patient, Hank
had decided that it would be best if the teenager woke up in a nice free VIP
room (with its own homely security camera), the best idea they'd had so far
in their efforts to recruit the Gambit Rogue.
The objective now was to try and avoid scaring the boy- though Hank suspected
that they'd already blown that one -three times over, at least.
Hank left to check on his other patients. He raised an eyebrow, just as he
was about to depart, at a soft snore emitted from the teenager.
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Gambit woke up, his eyes nothing but red flare and his hands powering up with
a burning glow. He sat up and blinked up towards the camera. Leaping to his
feet on the bed, he used the springs to propel himself up to the camera. The
brief contact with the camera by an out-stretched finger made it explode in
an un-dramatic puff of fried wires.
He landed on his feet at the door. Finding it unlocked he turned the knob- his captors
must have underestimated him, he reasoned. Perhaps they hadn't expected him
to recover so fast.
He snapped his powers off like a light switch but his red glowing eyes flared
even more, revelling in his demonic appearance as he cracked a rather
cocky grin. He turned his head to inspect the room; nothing of value to
steal. He was a creature of habit, bad habits.
Gambit pushed down the door handle and cautiously exited the room. He looked
down at himself and the shock that he felt accidentally released his eyes
demonic glow- he was wearing a white hospital gown that barely
covered...much. He gritted his teeth. Someone had a really sick sense of
humour.
Hearing footsteps, he quickly ducked back into the room and hid behind the
door, forcibly slowed his breathing and closed his eyes to listen.
Dulling one of his senses helped him increase another.
The footsteps stopped at his door and the person outside slowly turned the
handle, no doubt a guard/minion trying to discern as to why the camera had
been cut.
She walked into the room, leaving the door open and walking past the hidden
Gambit.
Her scent attracted him and he opened his eyes to watch his captor carelessly
walk into his current domain. She wore a thick turtleneck jumper with long
jeans and her brilliantly auburn/brown hair, with a white streak through,
flowed loosely down her back.
Somehow he was sure that he knew her. Not allowing any memories or further
thoughts to wash over his considerably torturous past, he regained his focus
with a single blink.
He sneaked up behind her just as she'd passed him and caught her in a head
lock- luckily for him, he never touched her skin.
She granted him a weak struggle but if he'd seen her face- he'd have seen a
tender grin grace her face.
'That's the last time I decide to show some kindness towards someone who
blows up large aircrafts," Rogue nearly laughed, this guy totally thought that
he had the edge in this little confrontation.
She decided to show him other wise. What was it 'normal' humans say, 'if
you've got it- flaunt it!'
In what was a display of immeasurable strength, the female gripped his wrist
and threw him across the room. The bed softened his landing but he still
hurt as numerous old bruises were assaulted.
He got up onto his hands and knees on the bed to face her. She towered over
him with her hands on her hips. She couldn't see his face behind that
ridiculously long fringe but he could see her- and he liked what he saw.
Then he found himself almost blushing as he remembered his current attire.
Pulling the back of his hospital gown down to try and gain some dignity, he
glowered up at her face.
She looked straight back at him and admired his scruffy hair as he, in turn,
looked into her beautiful emerald eyes.
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"Remy?" a little Rogue watched her best friend train with his boa staff
whilst constantly pushing his dark shades back up on his nose, "why don't you
just take them off?"
"They look stupid!" Carol Danvers personality got it's say in.
"Non.. I prefer dem on Caz" he spat the 'other girl's name' and continued
softly in a reply that was only meant for his little Rogue, " Don' want to
scare you petite," he grimaced and turned his back on 'them'.
"I've seen them before!" Rogue protested with big green eyes.
"Not like d' are now." And he left the warehouse with slumped defeated
shoulders.
Rogue knew that he was depressed, and with everything that she'd put him
through he was allowed to be, but it didn't help her fight her own internal
battle. She was slipping into her own personal hell. She was only a kid.
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He brushed an arm cross his face to get a better view of the very attractive female, he couldn't help it- she was so familiar?
He heard a faint gasp from her, she'd obviously got a good view of his eyes
now that his bangs were behind his ears. He blinked and looked away in mild
anger and sadness. He moved to sit on the side of the bed, feet on the
floor, " It' rude to stare, cher." He tried to sound arrogant but it came out
as a defensive snarl.
She was startled from her thoughts and glared at him, "I wasn't staring!"
"Sure" he retorted and then stifled a groan as a headache assaulted him, "
Where are m'clothes?"
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Kurt was a medical enigma, it was difficult to tell whether his appearance
was due to his mutation or Weapon X. Hank had tried to ask the child some
questions to quell his curiousity whilst examining him, but the child had
'politely' demanded food.
"I'm hungry and you don't look cooked, fried or grilled!" the child had
sharply rebuffed all of Hanks questions. His lingo was something not to be
desired and Hank was rather suspicious of whose influence had caused it.
"Fair enough," Hank had smiled at the child's wit and in discovering that Kurt
had an incredibly fast metabolism, he gave the kid an upside down piggy back
ride at high speeds towards the kitchen.
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AN: I really wish that I'd divided this story into three now- a Wolverine
one, a Kurt one and a Gambit one. My problem, I'll know better next time I
try to produce something bigger than my usual.
Oh yeah, I was informed that Skyes code name : Sprite- was the original code
name of Kitty Pryde in the X-Men comics. On that note- should I add her to
this story?
There are a lot of comic elements, since 'somebody' got me mildly addicted
I'm just assuming that the spelling is fine and grammer, i have a beta reader now ( yeah!) - but as usual - If its not then tell me and i'll change it.
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)
Chapter 8: Tempers
A few hours after the hanger had exploded:
His eyes burned red and the glow could be seen escaping from the bottom of
his closed eyelids.
Dr Hank McCoy could only assume that his patient was going to wake up rather,
for lack of better words, 'pissed'.
Ignoring any immediate danger from his totally unrestrained new patient, Hank
had decided that it would be best if the teenager woke up in a nice free VIP
room (with its own homely security camera), the best idea they'd had so far
in their efforts to recruit the Gambit Rogue.
The objective now was to try and avoid scaring the boy- though Hank suspected
that they'd already blown that one -three times over, at least.
Hank left to check on his other patients. He raised an eyebrow, just as he
was about to depart, at a soft snore emitted from the teenager.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Gambit woke up, his eyes nothing but red flare and his hands powering up with
a burning glow. He sat up and blinked up towards the camera. Leaping to his
feet on the bed, he used the springs to propel himself up to the camera. The
brief contact with the camera by an out-stretched finger made it explode in
an un-dramatic puff of fried wires.
He landed on his feet at the door. Finding it unlocked he turned the knob- his captors
must have underestimated him, he reasoned. Perhaps they hadn't expected him
to recover so fast.
He snapped his powers off like a light switch but his red glowing eyes flared
even more, revelling in his demonic appearance as he cracked a rather
cocky grin. He turned his head to inspect the room; nothing of value to
steal. He was a creature of habit, bad habits.
Gambit pushed down the door handle and cautiously exited the room. He looked
down at himself and the shock that he felt accidentally released his eyes
demonic glow- he was wearing a white hospital gown that barely
covered...much. He gritted his teeth. Someone had a really sick sense of
humour.
Hearing footsteps, he quickly ducked back into the room and hid behind the
door, forcibly slowed his breathing and closed his eyes to listen.
Dulling one of his senses helped him increase another.
The footsteps stopped at his door and the person outside slowly turned the
handle, no doubt a guard/minion trying to discern as to why the camera had
been cut.
She walked into the room, leaving the door open and walking past the hidden
Gambit.
Her scent attracted him and he opened his eyes to watch his captor carelessly
walk into his current domain. She wore a thick turtleneck jumper with long
jeans and her brilliantly auburn/brown hair, with a white streak through,
flowed loosely down her back.
Somehow he was sure that he knew her. Not allowing any memories or further
thoughts to wash over his considerably torturous past, he regained his focus
with a single blink.
He sneaked up behind her just as she'd passed him and caught her in a head
lock- luckily for him, he never touched her skin.
She granted him a weak struggle but if he'd seen her face- he'd have seen a
tender grin grace her face.
'That's the last time I decide to show some kindness towards someone who
blows up large aircrafts," Rogue nearly laughed, this guy totally thought that
he had the edge in this little confrontation.
She decided to show him other wise. What was it 'normal' humans say, 'if
you've got it- flaunt it!'
In what was a display of immeasurable strength, the female gripped his wrist
and threw him across the room. The bed softened his landing but he still
hurt as numerous old bruises were assaulted.
He got up onto his hands and knees on the bed to face her. She towered over
him with her hands on her hips. She couldn't see his face behind that
ridiculously long fringe but he could see her- and he liked what he saw.
Then he found himself almost blushing as he remembered his current attire.
Pulling the back of his hospital gown down to try and gain some dignity, he
glowered up at her face.
She looked straight back at him and admired his scruffy hair as he, in turn,
looked into her beautiful emerald eyes.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Remy?" a little Rogue watched her best friend train with his boa staff
whilst constantly pushing his dark shades back up on his nose, "why don't you
just take them off?"
"They look stupid!" Carol Danvers personality got it's say in.
"Non.. I prefer dem on Caz" he spat the 'other girl's name' and continued
softly in a reply that was only meant for his little Rogue, " Don' want to
scare you petite," he grimaced and turned his back on 'them'.
"I've seen them before!" Rogue protested with big green eyes.
"Not like d' are now." And he left the warehouse with slumped defeated
shoulders.
Rogue knew that he was depressed, and with everything that she'd put him
through he was allowed to be, but it didn't help her fight her own internal
battle. She was slipping into her own personal hell. She was only a kid.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
He brushed an arm cross his face to get a better view of the very attractive female, he couldn't help it- she was so familiar?
He heard a faint gasp from her, she'd obviously got a good view of his eyes
now that his bangs were behind his ears. He blinked and looked away in mild
anger and sadness. He moved to sit on the side of the bed, feet on the
floor, " It' rude to stare, cher." He tried to sound arrogant but it came out
as a defensive snarl.
She was startled from her thoughts and glared at him, "I wasn't staring!"
"Sure" he retorted and then stifled a groan as a headache assaulted him, "
Where are m'clothes?"
--------------------------------------------------------
Kurt was a medical enigma, it was difficult to tell whether his appearance
was due to his mutation or Weapon X. Hank had tried to ask the child some
questions to quell his curiousity whilst examining him, but the child had
'politely' demanded food.
"I'm hungry and you don't look cooked, fried or grilled!" the child had
sharply rebuffed all of Hanks questions. His lingo was something not to be
desired and Hank was rather suspicious of whose influence had caused it.
"Fair enough," Hank had smiled at the child's wit and in discovering that Kurt
had an incredibly fast metabolism, he gave the kid an upside down piggy back
ride at high speeds towards the kitchen.
===============================================================
AN: I really wish that I'd divided this story into three now- a Wolverine
one, a Kurt one and a Gambit one. My problem, I'll know better next time I
try to produce something bigger than my usual.
Oh yeah, I was informed that Skyes code name : Sprite- was the original code
name of Kitty Pryde in the X-Men comics. On that note- should I add her to
this story?
There are a lot of comic elements, since 'somebody' got me mildly addicted
I'm just assuming that the spelling is fine and grammer, i have a beta reader now ( yeah!) - but as usual - If its not then tell me and i'll change it.
Please review
