Note : Getting interesting, isn't it? I can't wait to write the rest of the story. The action is there, more to come. More Remy/Rogue sweets to come too. Some S.E.X. in this chapter, do not read if you're a nun. All of the characters in the chapter are property of Marvel, except for Gabrielle and her mother. Gabrielle is a invention my sometimes cracked mind comes out with, once and a while. No suing, please, my lawyer is on vacation for two weeks. Please call back for any complaints referring to the law, it'll lend me time to get my plane tickets for a unknown country far, far away. Any other reviews are welcome and praised.

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Chapter 5

The newcomer

We were all in the Professor's study, waiting. Ororo and Logan were standing near the door. Jean was sitting in a chair with Scott standing near her. The others were standing at the back of the room. Remy was sitting next to me on the small couch. He had his left arm slinged and had a dark angry glow in his eyes cercled with black rings. We all had some, I saw. Nobody could sleep well. Two days ago, I had found Remy craddling his broken arm in his bed. An arm he had broken in his dream. A dream we had shared. A dream we now shared with another X-Men each night.

Oh, sure, we had all tried not to sleep. We stayed all together in the living room, watching TV. But it seemed to be inevitable. Now, both Jean and Logan were stuck in the dream with us. The others were nervous. Who would come next?

"My dear X-Men" began the Professor. He seemed as afraid as we all were. What was happening was totally new, unpredictable. And it also was something we couldn't do anything against. "I'm afraid, my friends, that I… I do not know what do to. This is evidently a new trick of Sinister's, but entering your dreams is a dangerous way to enter your minds. Psylocke, Jean and me have tried to stop him during the night, but it only resulted as the apparition of Jean in the dream too." He looked over us with desolated soft eyes. "I am not able to locate Sinister nor his Marauders, nor anyone who might help us find him. But we must. I have great fear that his plan is to get us all into that dream where our powers are useless, and kill us all. I can only be glad he doesn't kill you one by one." He closed his eyes. "Sinister must be stopped." Scott opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, the phone rang.

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I looked at the freaky looking girl we had in front of us. A woman was standing next to her wheelchair, barely smiling. "I thank you so much for accepting Gabrielle in your school, Professor Xavier. I… I just don't know what to do with her."

Nor did we, I thought. The girl must not have been older than 17, but she wasn't mooving. She just sat straight in the wheelchair, thin arms crossed over her chest. Her skin was the purest white, a hard contradiction with the dull black hair that hung loose on her shoulders. She would have had a pretty face if she wouldn't have been so freaking scary looking. She had a slight, long face, a delicate straight nose, with round cheeks and nice neat brows. She had incredibly long lashes that fluterred once and a while when she blinked, and strikingly red full lips. She had slanted eyes that could have been beautiful if only they weren't entirely black. In fact, looking at the nervous woman at her side gave us a good idea of what she could be like if she were normal. The poor woman kept looking around her, pale blue eyes searching for understanding.

"She wasn't like that a few years ago. Beautiful, my Gabrielle was, absolutely beautiful. Then PAF!" She snapped her fingers an inch from the girl's ear, but she didn't even flinch. "One morning I found her lying in her bed, eyes gone totally black. She wouldn't talk anymore, just sitting all day long, sometimes eating some fruits, and playing with the clock. I don't really mind my daughter being a mutant, you know." She looked at us and smiled a little. "My brother is one, he can hover in the airs for a few seconds. But I really wish this didn't take my only daughter's mind away." Tears filled her eyes, and so did mine.

"Ma'm" said Remy's voice. The girl's eyes went straight towards the voice and she just went on staring at him. He coughed, uneasy. "Excusez-moi, ma'm, but… what did you mean by "playing with the clock"?"

"Oh. Well, it's her mutant power, you know." She paused, and put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. Gabrielle just tilted her head, but didn't stop staring at Remy. A strong shudder went throught his body and into mine as I put a hand on his good arm. The woman continued. "She'll be able to manipulate time and space, my Gabrielle."

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I put down the glass of water on the counter, and felt the pill dissoluting in my body. I went back to the living room and put my hands on Remy's eyes. "Guess who, sugah." He smiled. Wake-up pills and rented movies had kept all of us awaken for a while, and the Professor had found a way to protect us from the dreams, one at a time, by putting us into a kinda magneto-like mind-shell helmet Hank and the Professor had made. Not comfortable, but useful. We had been using the helmet for a few weeks. The search for Sinister had been put away for some time, at least until the Professor had helped Gabrielle out of her strange transe. A shudder went throught my whole body, as it always did when I thought of the girl.

I sat next to Remy, who started the DVD player. He bent his head to kiss me and cupped my face in his two hands. His arm had healed enough for him to wear only a light splint that gave him more freedom in his movements than the big plaster cast he had to wear for a few weeks. The kiss went deeper as I ran my hands in his dark auburn locks, and I held the back of his head and pulled him to me. He pushed me back into the cushions and half layed on me, hardly breathing. I heard light footsteps in the near corridor, then a small feminine chuckle, and the sound of the door closing as someone politely walked away. Remy just smiled and resumed with the kissing. His right hand went to my waist to slowly creep under my shirt and up to my breast, witch he gently cupped. His mouth went to bite my earlobe and his breath tickled my neck. He pulled up my shirt and his mouth went to my breasts. I sat up to take off his T-Shirt and ran my hands on his chest and shoulders, raising gooseflesh all over his body. He groaned a little and took my mouth, his tongue touching mine, as he rummaged to get my short skirt up. I managed to break free of the kiss long enough to fill my lungs with air, and he whispered in my ear, his voice husky with desire. "I want you, Rogue. I love you so, my heart feels like its gonna blow." Then his lips came on mine again.

I don't remember anything about the movie.

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The Professor had made us come again in his study. We were all watching Gabrielle as her startling black eyes travelled from a X-Man to another. Well, she didn't talk, but at least she looked conscious enough to understand what we said.

"My friends, I have thought of a way to stop Sinister. It is farfetched, very dangerous, and quite incredible to believe, but it is the only way to make sure that Sinister disapears." He hovered to the window and looked out for a moment. He turned back to us and gave us a light smile. "We all know that Sinister isn't really human, but he was once. Nathaniel Essex was born in the north of England, near Scotland, in 1745. He was what could be called a doctor at these times, before he was transformed into the monster we know today by Apocalypse." His eyes travelled through the room to meet our startled looks. "Gabrielle has the power to manipulate time and space. She is capable to transport herself or any other living creature back into time, and anywhere in the world, as long as the place exists, and as long as the time she aims already occurred."

"So she is not capable of travelling into the future" said Logan. "Are you proposing, Professor, that we go back in time?"

"I am, Logan. It is the only way of destroying Sinister before he ever get to be as dangerous as he is today." I felt my heart beat faster. "But not all of you can travel through time, my fellow X-Men. Some of you will make it, and some of you will not."

To be continued…

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