Note, again : Okay, that fic is gonna be really different than the others you may have read, you already guessed that. It Is getting different to write since I'm going to have to open my history books in order to give correct information. Now, I based my vision on Remy's powers on many fics I read, which gave him strong but telepathic abilities, like being able to block his mind from whoever wants to read it, or to hurt someone by concentrating (wich I don't have the intention to use). All of the characters are Marvel properties, I do this just for fun, not for money. Only Gabrielle is mine, thanks for asking before using her.

Oh, I just hope you like the time travelling idea… A few reviews said it was original, but please tell me. I'm so stressed! I want you to love this!

Enjoy.

Chapter 6

Time travel

I stood like a young soldier at boot camp, with Jean on my right and Jubilee on my left. The guys formed another line in front, facing us. Remy winked at me and I returned a febble smile. All of us were nervous. We were used and trained to fight and defend ourselves. And now, we were going to have to face something we didn't know. Something we couldn't fight, anyways. And something we might have to face alone, in another time, two hundred years from now. Yeah, nervous indeed.

We were in the Danger Room, the largest one available. Gabrielle was sitting in her wheelchair at the end of the two lines. I smiled when I saw our clothes. We had dressed in 18th century clothes and looked like bad actors waiting for the producer to clap his hands. I wore a woollen beige dress, with a thin chemise under it and a large number of petticoats. I wore old mules that hurt my feet like hell and held a chale to my shoulders. Most of the other X-Gals wore the same, but I had to wear a laced brown cap on my head to hide the white band in my hair. Ororo was out because of the colour of her skin. It had hurt her when we said it, but black slavery was still a very popular thing in the 18th century, and we didn't want anybody to get into serious trouble. I looked at Remy and smiled. He always looked good in anything he wore, and 18th century brown breeks and an woolen shirt beneath a not-very-white chemise, along with leather-like shoes weren't an exception. Some guys had something to hide as well. Kurt was out of the expedition; we were afraid the travel wouldn't work on a teleporter. Besides, it was too hard hiding his blue skin and shinning yellow eyes. Cyclops couldn't come either, his eyes having to be hidden under special glasses. The Professor had wanted us to be as dircreet as possible and sunglasses weren't the perfect way to stay dicreet in 1765. That had caused Remy trouble, but he was now wearing a dark hooded cloak. With the large hood on his head, his red-on-black eyes were invisible to the eye, unless he wanted them to be seen. He did, and I saw one of the red glitters wink and a brief flash of white as he smiled. Fine. Let them think he's a vampire, if not a demon. That would help. And of course, Hank McCoy was to stay here as well.

The Professor entered the Danger Room. He looked at us in the eyes, and finally spoke.

"There are some things you have to know before you go. Time is a very difficult thing to control. It goes on parallel worlds, each one separated by more or less thirty to fifty years from the others. Each of these worlds is an copy of the other, but everything that happens in one world has effects on all the parallel worlds. If you change the past, you will change the future. That is why I want you to be as discreet as possible and to never use your powers in front of human beings. Rogue, you will take your pills at all times, we must not take the risk of you absorbing anyone. Stop taking it only when you have found where Essex is. The mutants are not to be known until this time. Now. We know that Nathaniel Essex has lived in England, in a small city called St-Johns *, all his life. Gabrielle's power allows her to manipulate the different parallel worlds in order to ship something or someone into one of these. What we want is for you to be as close as possible to the city of St-Johns, England, and as close as possible to 1765, when Essex was only 20 years old. You will have to dispose of him so he cannot cause any more trouble. I do not like this way of resolving our problems by destroying. But Sinister has given us no choice." He paused and took a deep breath. "By telepatic ways, I have been able to communicate with Gabrielle, who told me some things about the time travelling. Not every human being, mutant or not, is compatible with this travel, and some of you she wont be able to send away. It is even possible that nobody here is able to travel time. If only one of you gets there, you must be reassured. I can contact you telepathicaly through Gabrielle's mind. You will have fourteen days to find Essex and destroy him. Good luck, my friends."

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Gabrielle's wheelchair rolled to stand in the middle of the room. She motionned us to stand around her in a circle. She raised her hands in the air and yelled. I put my hands to my ear and squinted my eyes. I wasn't the only one. Everyone seemed to think that sound was unbearable. Scratching nails on a black board made more beautiful music and my ears were ringing before very long. Then it stopped. I opened my eyes.

I first thought Gabrielle was standing, but then I saw her feet floating in the air. Her arms were still over her head, and she was looking up to the ceiling. I saw black tears trickle from her eyes as a black smoke began to twirl around her feet. I looked at my feet to see the same smoke, forming a small tornado and lifting me in the air. I was becoming dizzy, everything turned in my head and black dots were having a party in front of my eyes. I screamed when I had the feeling of hitting a wall at about a hundred miles an hour, at least. The felling slowly subsided, though, to a wet feeling. I opened my eyes to realize I was lying in a puddle of water, in the middle of the nature. I blinked once or twice, and got up. I was wet all over and had a large patch of mud on the front on my dress. My cap had untied and layed on the ground, and my hair was loosely having fun going in all directions. I picked up the cap and put it back on. Was I in the past? And was I alone?

*Rogue, are you all right?*

"Professor! Oh Ah glad to hear yah! Ah'm alone, Professor!"

*No, Rogue. Remy has gone too. Though he will have to get rid of his bad habit of blocking his mind to any communication. I cannot find him, but he can't be very far from you*

"Oh, okay, Ah'll search for him"

*Rogue, please be careful. I will take contact with you shortly. Good luck.*

"Thanks"

I began looking around me. The forests were thicker than in our time, and I had a lot of trouble finding my way through the bushes. "Swamprat! Where are yah!" Blocking his mind to communication, the Professor said. But I didn't think he would do so in such circumstances. I slowly began to worry after half an hour looking for him in that forest, when I saw him. He was lying under a tree, face down in the mud, not moving. I gasped. I ran to him and turned him on his back.

To be continued…

* I do not believe there is really a city called St-Johns in England. If there is, I'm sorry, I made this one up. I needed a name that souded like a small city J