Note : Not mine, Marvel's. Tired, got a sunburn and a headache, but had to finish…And I promise something big to celebrate my 30th chapter! Oh and thanks for correcting my mistakes. And don't feel bad! I really appreciate!
Enjoy.
Chapter 29
Sparks
I found him on the roof of the mansion, looking down on the park, his arms around his knees and his chin resting between them. I slowly walked to him and kneeled behind him, putting my hands on his shoulders. He had a strangled sigh and leaned back, eyes closed, and I circled my arms around his shoulders and chest, locking my hands over his heart. "Ah love you. And Ah glad yah're back."
"I'm glad to be back too, but…" he lifted his hands in front of his face, turning them before his eyes in bewildement. "It's gone, Rogue. He left with m'powers, leavin'me nothing."
"Ah love tha man, not tha powers.Yah don't need your powers to be the man yah are…"
"Non? But I need'em to be an X-Man… non?" Was there something to answer to that? He couldn't be an X-Man without his powers, and it was a fact. I stayed silent as he shifted his weight a bit to be more comfortable, waiting for him to say more. "I keep tellin' m'self I lived without these powers for fifteen years, and dat now I'm 28, I'm still alive and well without'em… But Rogue, I feel empty inside. Somethin's missin'." I sighed. I could only understand, the powers were part of us. The pill I took turned them off, but I could still feel them in my chest, burning in my heart. It was part of our blood, and I shivered, thinking of the feeling of loosing that part of myself, even if I had often wished it.
"Ah don't know what to say, sugah. Ah wish Ah could give them back ta yah, but Ah can't. All Ah can do is tell yah Ah love yah, but it sounds useless to mah ears." He turned his head to look at me and gave me a loopside grin.
"Oh, it ain't useless, Roguey. I'll manage without the powers, maybe we can find a way to get them back… or not. But either ways, I'm glad your by m'side." I gave him back the smile, and streched my neck to kiss him.
"Ah'll always be."
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Putting his hands under the running water, he splashed his face with it and rubbed it hard, trying to wake up. It seemed to him he hadn't had a good night sleep for ages, and kept dreaming about his powers coming back, to wake up gasping in his bed. Putting his hands each side of the sink, he stared at his image in the mirror, and gave a little smile at himself. "We we aren't at our best when we wake up, aren't we?" he said softly, before reaching for his razor. His hand stopped in mid-air, though, and his face went blank. A tingling sensation was running up his arm, raising heat in his veins and burning the tip of his fingers. He balled the hand into a fist and the tingling dissapeared, but he stood in the bathroom for many minutes, staring in the mirror at his face blank with shock.
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Jubilee and I were on the patio, taking the most of the last summer sunrays on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. We chatted a bit and laughed at Remy and Logan, washing their motorcycles, and getting themselves very wet. Soon the heat made my head turn and I closed my eyes, lulled to sleep. There was a suddent change of tone in Remy and Logan's exclamations, and I opened sleepy eyes to see what was going on. What I saw quickly drew me to my feet, and my jaw dropped, as did Jubilee's.
Logan was standing near his bike, mouth agape. Remy was quickly backing off form his own motorcycle, wich was slowly beginning to have a red glow spreading on it. Then it vibrated, as shook by an internal quake, and exploded in pieces.
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Logan had the reflex to put his arms on his head to protect it as Harley bits and pieces flew all around both men. Then he lifted his head and moaned when he saw the vestiges of the motorcycle. Remy walked towards it, his arms limp on his sides, face gone completely blank. He could see Rogue and Jubilee were on their feet, running towards the alley way, and curious faces appeared in the mansion windows, trying to see what had caused the explosion.
Then he heard a moan, and he turned back to Remy, who was now on his knees near what was left of the motorcycle. Rogue stopped and kneeled next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What happened, sugah?" Logan heard her say in his ear. Remy just shook his head in shock, and got on his feet again. Then he looked at each one of them, and ran inside the mansion, leaving Logan, Jubilee and Rogue standing next to the flaming motorcycle pieces.
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Xavier watched the tall figure pacing back and forth in the big study, cursing in French and gesticulating, long and slender hands moving in the air like butterflies as the angry man let out his fury. Hank was standing next to the desk, his head following Remy's movements. The Beast sighed, and said was he shouldn't have.
"It was only a motorcycle, Gambit." The Gambit in question suddently stopped and turned squarely to meet Henry's eyes with his angry ones.
"Just a bike, Hank? First of all, it's not only a bike, it was my bike! Ma moto! Compris?* Second, it's not only de bike!" Remy turned to look at the Professor. "M'powers are comin' back. I can feel it. But I can't control it, dammit! I could blow off anythin'!" The Professor simply nodded.
"It seems it is coming back. As to control it, I'm afraid we'll have to wait." Henry coughed lightly and stepped forward.
"I have made a analysis of your DNA, Remy. You know being a mutant is written in someone's genes, and you still have these mutant genes in your cells. It has been damaged by Sinister's action, and your powers were taken away, but I think it is only temporarily. Your cells will heal eventualy, it could take some time, and you will experience bursts of powers like this one occasionaly. And I am afraid you won't be able to control it until your powers are fully operational. It is all a matter of time."
"And dat could take some time." Remy's features had darkened, and he sighed deeply. "Yay. Do y'know if they will be like they were before Sinister changed them, or if I'll be as… powerful as when he entered m'mind?"
"It is a good question, I can't say from the DNA analysis. I guess we will see in time. Until then, the only thing you can do is not entering in contact with anything if you feel that burning feeling again." Remy snorted.
"I could'have figured dat alone. Well… Thank you, Hank, Professor." Xavier nodded to the young man leaving his office, and turned to Hank.
"Do you think it will take a lot of time to heal?" Hank shook his head.
"It could be days, or it could be months. Let us just hope it will not take too long, or the whole mansion will blow up."
To be continued!
* My bike! Understand?
