Disclaimer: Don't own Xmen. Don't own sanity, either, but that's another matter.
Oh, which reminds me, this version of Gambit isn't an acolyte. I haven't seen any ones with him in yet, and besides, I like him good.
------o(O)o------
Siannagh raised her eyebrows. The strange blue woman walking down the stairs was clothed in an unusual white dress and thigh-high white boots. She wore a belt of skulls, with a matching pendant on her forehead below her bright red hair. Her eyes were similar to Kurt's in their colouring.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you ever again," she said. "Long time no see. So you discovered the dark secret you have been keeping without knowing?"
Siannagh had thought of so much to say on her walk to this place, while she had been pretending to listen to Gambit's life story, but suddenly on seeing this woman every clear thought in her head was shoved aside for a pure, desperate terror. Instinctively, she clung to Remy. Of course, Remy didn't object, but he didn't say anything either.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, venom plastered over her blue face. "Come on now, I'm not that scary, am I?"
"Considerin' wha' y' did t' her..."
"Shut up, Gambit," Mystique snapped. "Why are you even here? No, don't tell me, she was a damsel in distress and you just couldn't resist?"
"Somet'in like dat," he muttered. "Bitch."
"Bit too old to be calling names, aren't you?"
"Shut up!" cired Siannagh suddenly. The other two both looked at her. "Remy, I'm sorry, but can you wait outside? I have to talk to her."
"D'accord, chere," he nodded and slammed the door shut behind him. A layer of dust became unsettled and fell around them. Mystique brushed it away impatiently.
"How could you do such a thing?" Siannagh asked. As nasty and malicious this woman seemed to be, she couldn't picture her ... doing what she did. "Why me?"
"I haven't got a good excuse," she admitted. Her whole tone softened as soon as Gambit was out of the room. "I was drunk, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Get that arrogant bastard Logan into a little bit of trouble. As much as I hate to admit this, I am sorry."
This stunned Siannagh for a moment. Anger was brushed away with the dust. "Did you intend to get me pregnant?"
"Of course not!" she cried, half laughing. "I didn't even know it was possible for that to happen, but you live and you learn. How ... how is it?"
"How is what?"
"The child."
"She's alright," she replied, with a slight head inclination. "Have you seen her?"
"I was Rogue," she admitted. "I was curious to see what it looked like. She has a visible mutation, I saw."
"Of course," she muttered bitterly. "Yet another child brought into a world where she cannot and will not be accepted."
"Chere? Are y' alright?" called Gambit from outside. There was no crashing and thumping, he realised, so they weren't fighting or if they were they were doing it successfully silently. "Wan' me t' help?"
At his voice, Mystique's whole posture and facial expression changed as quickly as she could change shape. She was once again Mystique, überbitch, full of egotism and anger.
"Get out," she hissed. "Don't come back."
-------o(O)o------
Logan looked in confusion at the nappy in front of him. Salla was wiggling her legs at him as she lay on her back on the towel he had spread, waiting for him to sort it out. She was wearing the top he had picked up and was grasping fondly at the teddy bear, but still looked disgruntled.
"How the fu-" he started, then corrected himself. He had already been told that this little girl could copy voices and he didn't want her swearing at Charles. He gathered his breath and attempted to work out the nappy.
Eventually, he managed to attach it to her in a reasonable manner. He pulled her little baby sized skirt back on and stood her up. She wobbled ominously for a second or two, then thumped back to the ground. She must have shook something inside for she started wailing loudly, the sound tearing at Logan's eardrums.
"Argh, shut up!" he hissed, and picked her up carefully. Of course, Jean Grey took that exact moment to walk in and see the normally unshakable man look completely and utterly flustered. He cursed under his breath. "Whadd'you want?"
"I heard some crying," she explained, stifling a giggle. "Came to see what's up. Thought perhaps you'd finally had a nervous breakdown."
"In a bathroom?" he laughed, dispite himself. "Never gonna happen, red."
"Do you need some help?" she asked, kneeling down next to him and Salla. The baby had quietened, but was still sobbing gently into her teddy bear. "Here, let me take her."
"I can handle it," he said, but let her take the child anyway. He had the feeling she needed a woman's care, now that her mother had buggered off to seek revenge, apparently. "Careful."
"You like her, don't you?" Jean asked, pointing out the obviously. It took a second or two for Salla to settle down, but soon enough she began to giggle. Logan nodded and Jean smiled. "She's adorable."
"I can handle it," Salla mimicked in the exact tone of Logan's rough voice. Jean laughed and Salla switched to Jean's voice. "Scott is sooo cute."
Logan laughed, and Jean blushed. "When did she hear you say that?" he asked.
"It might not have been me," she pointed out, but it was. She sighed. "This child is going to be a nightmare, I can just see it."
"You were calling her adorable a second ago."
"Opinions change, Logan," she laughed. "I used to think you wouldn't touch a child with a ten foot bargepole, but there you go."
She handed the now gently burbling child back to him, and walked away.
Oh, which reminds me, this version of Gambit isn't an acolyte. I haven't seen any ones with him in yet, and besides, I like him good.
------o(O)o------
Siannagh raised her eyebrows. The strange blue woman walking down the stairs was clothed in an unusual white dress and thigh-high white boots. She wore a belt of skulls, with a matching pendant on her forehead below her bright red hair. Her eyes were similar to Kurt's in their colouring.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing you ever again," she said. "Long time no see. So you discovered the dark secret you have been keeping without knowing?"
Siannagh had thought of so much to say on her walk to this place, while she had been pretending to listen to Gambit's life story, but suddenly on seeing this woman every clear thought in her head was shoved aside for a pure, desperate terror. Instinctively, she clung to Remy. Of course, Remy didn't object, but he didn't say anything either.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, venom plastered over her blue face. "Come on now, I'm not that scary, am I?"
"Considerin' wha' y' did t' her..."
"Shut up, Gambit," Mystique snapped. "Why are you even here? No, don't tell me, she was a damsel in distress and you just couldn't resist?"
"Somet'in like dat," he muttered. "Bitch."
"Bit too old to be calling names, aren't you?"
"Shut up!" cired Siannagh suddenly. The other two both looked at her. "Remy, I'm sorry, but can you wait outside? I have to talk to her."
"D'accord, chere," he nodded and slammed the door shut behind him. A layer of dust became unsettled and fell around them. Mystique brushed it away impatiently.
"How could you do such a thing?" Siannagh asked. As nasty and malicious this woman seemed to be, she couldn't picture her ... doing what she did. "Why me?"
"I haven't got a good excuse," she admitted. Her whole tone softened as soon as Gambit was out of the room. "I was drunk, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Get that arrogant bastard Logan into a little bit of trouble. As much as I hate to admit this, I am sorry."
This stunned Siannagh for a moment. Anger was brushed away with the dust. "Did you intend to get me pregnant?"
"Of course not!" she cried, half laughing. "I didn't even know it was possible for that to happen, but you live and you learn. How ... how is it?"
"How is what?"
"The child."
"She's alright," she replied, with a slight head inclination. "Have you seen her?"
"I was Rogue," she admitted. "I was curious to see what it looked like. She has a visible mutation, I saw."
"Of course," she muttered bitterly. "Yet another child brought into a world where she cannot and will not be accepted."
"Chere? Are y' alright?" called Gambit from outside. There was no crashing and thumping, he realised, so they weren't fighting or if they were they were doing it successfully silently. "Wan' me t' help?"
At his voice, Mystique's whole posture and facial expression changed as quickly as she could change shape. She was once again Mystique, überbitch, full of egotism and anger.
"Get out," she hissed. "Don't come back."
-------o(O)o------
Logan looked in confusion at the nappy in front of him. Salla was wiggling her legs at him as she lay on her back on the towel he had spread, waiting for him to sort it out. She was wearing the top he had picked up and was grasping fondly at the teddy bear, but still looked disgruntled.
"How the fu-" he started, then corrected himself. He had already been told that this little girl could copy voices and he didn't want her swearing at Charles. He gathered his breath and attempted to work out the nappy.
Eventually, he managed to attach it to her in a reasonable manner. He pulled her little baby sized skirt back on and stood her up. She wobbled ominously for a second or two, then thumped back to the ground. She must have shook something inside for she started wailing loudly, the sound tearing at Logan's eardrums.
"Argh, shut up!" he hissed, and picked her up carefully. Of course, Jean Grey took that exact moment to walk in and see the normally unshakable man look completely and utterly flustered. He cursed under his breath. "Whadd'you want?"
"I heard some crying," she explained, stifling a giggle. "Came to see what's up. Thought perhaps you'd finally had a nervous breakdown."
"In a bathroom?" he laughed, dispite himself. "Never gonna happen, red."
"Do you need some help?" she asked, kneeling down next to him and Salla. The baby had quietened, but was still sobbing gently into her teddy bear. "Here, let me take her."
"I can handle it," he said, but let her take the child anyway. He had the feeling she needed a woman's care, now that her mother had buggered off to seek revenge, apparently. "Careful."
"You like her, don't you?" Jean asked, pointing out the obviously. It took a second or two for Salla to settle down, but soon enough she began to giggle. Logan nodded and Jean smiled. "She's adorable."
"I can handle it," Salla mimicked in the exact tone of Logan's rough voice. Jean laughed and Salla switched to Jean's voice. "Scott is sooo cute."
Logan laughed, and Jean blushed. "When did she hear you say that?" he asked.
"It might not have been me," she pointed out, but it was. She sighed. "This child is going to be a nightmare, I can just see it."
"You were calling her adorable a second ago."
"Opinions change, Logan," she laughed. "I used to think you wouldn't touch a child with a ten foot bargepole, but there you go."
She handed the now gently burbling child back to him, and walked away.
