Note : humph, this is getting hard to write! I've never been good at writting action scenes (I don't even know if there will be an action scene, but something will happen, for sure, and I simply don't know what). I wrote this right after waking up and I didn't really re-re-re-read it for mistakes, so maybe there is a lot of them. Now it's sunny outside and I don't have to work today, so you guys are going to have to wait until tomorrow. Yup.

Not mine, Marvel's. No money made, but my husband keeps telling me to stop that and write something more… hum… lucrative? Hehe, don't worry, I rarely listen to these kinds of advices. Besides I don't have any ideas, and I'm enjoying this too much. Oh my God, wait! Is something horrible gonna happen to Remy and Rogue again???? Hum, what do you think? I hate when everything's fine. It would be booooorring.

Oh, btw, *…* means telepathic communication. But I already told you that, didn't I.

Enjoy.

Chapter 27

There's nothing like a good night sleep

He was laying on the bed, under the silk sheets, staring at the ceiling. The feeling was eerie, like he was empty inside. The feeling of burning in his veins had subsided and his heart and blood pressure had slowed down, making the constant headache dissapear. The tickling in his fingers hadn't stopped, though, and the absence of powers was hard to bear, like a big hollow in his stomach.

His head felt empty, too, but that was a relief. Sinister had retired in a corner of his mind, waiting for the collar to be removed…Remy closed his eyes. His powers at full strengh were hard to bear. It wasn't only the kinetic charging, but also his telepathic abilities, and the damn empathy he wish he never had. It had its uses, but if he didn't have a telepathic shield to block any entrance in his mind, the feelings of all human creatures on Earth would soon have overwhelmed him and turned him crazy, with his abilities improved as they were.

Would he still be so powerful once he got rid of Sinister? He ran his fingers in his hair, tangling up the dark locks. He wasn't sure of it. For now, they only hurt him and made him tired, but it wasn't really different than when his powers first appeared, when he was fifteen. He smiled. Henri had made him furious during dinner and he had raised from his seat, as well as Henri on the other side of the table, both shouting. Full of teenage hormones and frustrated by Henri laughs, he had wanted to throw his big brother a ceramic plate, but instead had charged it, making it explode in the air and making the glass ceiling lamp fall on the table under the bewildered eyes of his family – and his. He had kept them under general control… until he had met Sinister, and had learned from him how to really control the powers, the telepathic shields and the empathy. Until he had made horrible mistakes that had almost cost him his life… and Rogue's love and respect. He moaned lightly and turned on his stomach, burrying his face in the soft feather pillow. It couldn't be so bad. This time, the Professor was there to help him control the newly improved powers, and such strengh could only help in the x men team. But still, something didn't feel right. Did he have these powers burried inside his body before Sinister invaded his mind? Did Sinister just turned them on, like a switch, or did he give them to him by entering his head?

He turned on his back again, trying to order his mind to sleep. His right hand went to the steel collar in his neck, and he shivered. The thing seemed to be always cold on his skin, despite the heat of his body. It was small, no bigger than his thumb, but it clung to the skin like leeches and he was feeling the drain, though it was his powers the collar was draining, not his blood. He turned in the sheets again, careful not to pull them all on his side. Rogue stirred a bit, disturbed by his moves, but relaxed back into sleep. He turned again, slowly this time, to look at her. She wasn't deeply asleep, he thought, her breathing was shallow and fast, and her fingers twitched on the pillow, next to her face. She was turned towards him, the blankets down to her waist. She was wearing the white nightshirt he had offered her a year ago, and it was now all twisted around her body.

It almost hurt to look at her. His heart gave a squeeze when she smile a bit in her sleep, and he reached to her face to push a white lock from her face. She awoke almost instantly, fluttering her eyelashes, and blushed when she saw his gaze on her. "Hey sugah" she whispered, and huddled close to him. He put his arms around her, and checked the alarm clock over her shoulder. 4h45, good. Rogue's powers weren't going to kick in before six in the morning. "Yah can't sleep either?"

"Non. I keep thinkin' and thinkin'..."

"Don't." She lifted her chin to look at him in the eyes. "Everything gonna be okay, honey. Yah're home, now." She lifted her head a little more so that their lips met. The kiss went deeper and he searched her mouth with an angry tongue. Almost two weeks since he had left. Two weeks without her, without her scent and the feeling of her skin against his… She seemed to be thinking the same thing, and she put her hands on his shoulders to push him on his back, not letting go of his lips. Images were twirling in his head as waves of sensations raised goosebumps all over his body, and her hands kept running on his arms, his chest, his…

He took her arms and turned her on her back. He kissed her again, finding her tongue, and she gave out a small moan as his hands found her breasts, cupping them as he bent his head to taste them. He was loosing his senses, overwhelmed with sensation and desire. To hell with the collar, he didn't even feel it anymore. Her body against his and her lips on his lips were enough to make him forget everything else, and he entered her like he had done in his dreams in the past days. She uttered a small shriek and burried her teeth in his shoulder, as he brought himself home in the arms of his wife.

Yah're home, now.

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That collar was too tight. Or maybe he was just very nervous. Either way, he felt his breathing difficult, and his hands were shaking as he held them together to hide it.

*Take a deep breath, Remy, this will not hurt.* Remy snapped his head up to look at the Professor, this was the first time he ever got a telepathic message from him. From anyone. Behind the Prof, Psylocke and Jean smiled. He took a deep breath and nodded, closing his eyes. *This time there is no shield to stop us from investigating in your mind. We don't know what we will find inside, and we don't know how much time it will take. But you have to stay still and focus with us, and that's why you have to lay down.* He did, and the telepaths made their way into his mind.

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He was there again. A dark place, with cement floor… Was that his mind? He turned to his right to see his three friends next to him, and he met Jean's eyes. She looked worried, but she had already been here. This time, though, no Sinister was there to menace her, and all four slowly made their way in the dark. Remy lead the way, it was his mind, after all. Soon they heard a voice, and Remy shivered.

*What a fool you are, Remington! Refusing the gift of powers I gave you!* It sounded angry enough, and he saw the Professor straighten in his chair, ready to deal with anything coming up.

*I don' refuse the gift, I refuse to be controled like a damn robot!*

*I didn't have the choice, Remington. You would never do what I want you to do on your own will. It was a surprise that you ever had any conscious moments, you must be even stronger than I thought. But these moments were doomed to dissapear, they were getting rare, and shorter everytime. But you had to find your friends, didn't you? Does the collar fit well around your neck, Remington?* Yes, he felt it, cold metal against bare skin, sticking on his neck and desactivating his powers.

*Sinister, we want you to leave. We will take extreme measures if we have to, to clean Remy's mind of your presence* the Professor thought (loudly). There was no response, and Remy turned to the Professor.

*Extreme measures? What de hell are dose extreme measures?*

*Trust me, Remy.*

(Hum, do I dare?)

(Do I continue this now, or later?)

(Hum, later)

To be continued!

Oh my, I'm sooooo sorry for the horrible cliffhanger. I have to think about what's happening next! Think hard, girl, think!!!!