Memories to forget 9
Author's Notes: Just when you think that this story couldn't have any more twists, and turns oops I did it again. So enjoy the story, and let me know how you liked it. P.S. This story should become a little more regular.
Disclaimer: Marvel characters do not belong to me, only the ideas.
Jean Grey stood near a lighted wall monitor, looking at the results of Remy's C.A.T. Scan. She stood in place with a look of sheer astonishment on her face. She knew that Remy would have some kind of severe brain injuries from the accident. However, she never expected to find anything as unexpected as what she now saw. As it turned out, Remy still had some collateral damage to his brain. There was some swelling of the brain tissue. At the moment, the swollen tissue was pressing on Remy's brain stem. This condition would've caused paralysis of either the entire body, or the legs. However since Remy was in a body cast, no one would even know if he would even walk again.
However, what Jean didn't expect to find was two rather large brain tumors, which sat on the left side of his brain. From the look of them, they had been there long before the accident. Jen knew that they could have the tumors surgically removed, before they would eventually spread throughout his body. However, because of the severity of his injuries, that would be eventually ruled out.
Her mind was racing with thoughts about what she should do, when Hank McCoy came in looking dismal. Jean didn't even acknowledge Hank's prescience, as she continued to stare at the wall monitor. Hank stood next to her and he stared long and hard at the C.A.T. Scan before him. He took a deep inhalation when he realized what he was staring at.
"Oh my stars and garters. Is this Remy's Scan?"
"Yeah."
"Have you told him yet?"
"About the brain tumors, or the fact that he may never walk again? No not yet. I mean how could I? Do you realize how serious this is? Remy may never be the same, and somehow I feel like it's all my fault."
"Jean, let's get one thing straight already, this is not your fault."
"I'm a doctor Hank. I should be able to do something, besides twiddling my thumbs. Remy is in a bad situation, that I can't help him get out of. For once in my life my power of telekinesis or mind control is absolutely useless. I mean we can wait until the swelling around his brain goes down enough to operate, but how long is that going to take? Then again we can remove the tumors right now. Hank the chances of us successfully removing the tumor, without further aggravating his injuries are very slim. I don't to be the cause of Remy never walking again. I just can't fight the feeling that if we don't have the tumors removed, Remy will die. Hank, if anything please tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm letting my personal feelings get in the way, and that my emotions are clouding my judgment. Please tell me that I'm wrong."
"Jean I really wish I could, but you're not wrong. If these tumors aren't removed as soon as possible, Remy will die. Then again if we wait, he may never walk again. There's even the possibility that he might lose control of his powers. If that happens then he'll still be good as dead. If he loses control of his powers, then he will basically charge up from the inside of his body. His powers will basically consume him in one big explosion. Then again this could be a very process. There is the possibility that his power will slowly consume him, just like Chamber's power does him. I think the best thing we can do for Remy now is to pray. Pray for a miracle, because at this point we'll need one."
Rogue was asleep in her bed, when someone knocked on her door. She jumped up and grabbed her robe from the top of her red cherry oak dresser. She walked up to the door, as the knocks grew louder and louder. She snatched open the door, ready to give whoever was on the other side, a severe tongue- lashing. Her anger soon dissipated when she saw Logan, smoking a long cigar, and offering up one of his beers. Rogue couldn't help but smile, as she opened the door wider.
Logan stepped into her small, but efficient bedroom. He sat on her bed, and popped the lid on his beer. He finished the can with two long swallows, and Rogue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Darlin it's good to hear laugh again."
"Well there hasn't been much to laugh at lately."
"I guess you got a point there."
"Logan do you really think that Remy is going to be alright?"
"I hope so kid."
"You know this isn't fair Logan. I mean one minute I'm ready to end things with Remy, and get on with my life. I was ready to change my life around, and start doing something good for myself."
"And now?"
"I don't know. I really love Remy, and it's this same love that urges me to stay. Then again my mind is telling me to just walk away. Let's be realistic, Remy will never be able to touch me physically, and I will never be able to touch him back. What kind of relationship is that? Remy deserves better than that. He should have a woman that he can touch, and that woman is not me."
"So are you saying that you're going to leave Remy?"
"I don't think I have any other choice."
"No, you have a choice, because this decision is something that you got to live with for the rest of your life. Are you ready for that? If you think that leaving Remy would be a good idea, then leave. If you'd rather stay, you'll have to learn how to be patient, understanding, and you have to learn how to forgive. Remy has made a lot of mistakes in the past, and there's no way to change that either. The only advice that I can give you is to think about it. Try to figure out if you want to be with Remy or not. If you do, then do everything in your power to make this relationship work. If not break it to him gently. He's already been through a lot, and losing you might make this fragile situation finally break. Be honest, loving and most of all be true to your-self. If you can't be true to yourself, then there's no hope whatsoever for this relationship period."
"When did you get so wise?"
"I've always been wise darlin?"
"Yeah, I've heard them say that old people are wise."
"Funny, real funny."
Jubilation Lee raided the refrigerator, trying to find herself something to eat for lunch. She thought about Angelo walking out on her.
"What's wrong with me? I've lost the only man that has ever loved me for me. To make matters worse, it's all because of Logan. I always thought that Angelo was very understanding, but I guess I was wrong. Why couldn't he understand that what happened with Logan and I, happened long before he even stepped into the picture. Why was he so mad at me, because I didn't tell him about this whole fiasco earlier? If he really loved me, then he would've never left me like he did. Why is everyone in this mansion so screwed up? Why can't anybody in this house ever be happy in love? Everybody's so screwed up.
I mean look at Storm. She wants a man who clearly doesn't want her back. I really wish she would just tell him how she feels. Then there's Rogue. She's always playing with Remy's emotions. She'll never be able to touch him, so she needs to just let it go already. Remy. Crap I totally forgot about Remy! I was supposed to get his lunch days ago, and I totally forgot. I wondered if anybody remembered to get him something to eat."
Jubilee pulled out everything to make a salad. She wiped away the tears that were suddenly falling down from her face. After the tears were dried, she washed her hands and began making the salad.
When she finished making the salad, she walked to the Recovery room. She knocked on the door as quickly as she could, because she didn't want to drop Remy's food. She heard Remy's voice urging her to come in. She opened the door, and to her delight Remy was alone. He smiled that radiant smile, which could just about melt any woman's heart. She placed his tray on his lap, as neatly as she could. Then she pulled up a small chair, and sat down beside him. She pushed his bowl as close to his chest as she could. She didn't want to waste any salad in his lap, because she knew that she would have to go down there and clean it up. She unknowingly placed the fork against the soft skin of his belly. He had on a body cast, but Hank had left a section opened near his belly, where sixty stitches had to be placed.
"The petite returns."
"I didn't know if you had anything to eat since yesterday, but if you're still hungry I made this salad for you."
"I already ate some food this morning, but I'm sure I can make more room for this."
"I'm sorry Gambit. I've had a lot on my mind lately."
"Care to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"How can I help you, if you don't want to talk about it?"
"I don't need any help!"
"O.K. O.K. Then what do you need?"
"I don't need anything O.K."
"I see." Remy looked down sadly at his salad, as Jubilee played around with his food.
"Why would you think that something was wrong?"
"Remy just knows."
"How?"
"I don't know. I just know that you sad. I just thought that you needed a shoulder to lean on. I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry."
No Remy don't be. It's not your fault. Yes I'm upset, but I shouldn't be bothering you with my problems. You have your own issues to deal with, and here I am biting your head off. I'm the one who should be sorry."
"Don't you worry non about that."
"So do you want to eat this salad, or what?"
Jubilee pushed the bowl further into his skin.
"I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was."
The fork suddenly let off a small explosion, which sent salad flying in every direction. Some landed in Jubilee's face and hair, but thankfully no one was hit with flying glass.
"Merde!! What's going on? Petite are you all right? Are you cut? Where's Hank? What's happening?"
"Remy if you didn't want the salad, all you had to do is say so."
"What's going on, Remy just saw the bowl blow up?"
"That's your power. You can charge stuff up, and make it explode."
"Powers? How did I get these powers?"
"You were born with them. Everybody in the mansion has some type of mutation in our DNA, which causes us to display some sort of power. See." Jubilee showed him her powers, which brightened up the room.
"Cool huh."
"So everybody here has some weird powers."
"Everybody here has powers, but your Dad. He can't blow up nothing."
"So will everything I touch, blow up?"
"No, only if you charge them up."
"How will I know if I'm charging something up?"
"You will be able to feel the changes in your body, well at least I do. Tell you what. Just don't touch anything O.K. We'll probably have to train you again. You'll need to learn how to use and control your powers all over again."
"Should I worry?"
"If you get Jean, Hank, or Xavier as your teacher then the answer is no. However if you get Scott, Logan, or Storm then I really feel sorry for you."
"Thanks. You sure know how to make a guy feel special."
"Well that's what I'm here for, but for now let's clean up this mess."
"Do you want me to help with anything?"
"Well I don't see how there's very much for you do. Unless you want to shout little cheers, like they do in high school."
"Well I guess I'll sit here and cheer then."
Author's Notes: Just when you think that this story couldn't have any more twists, and turns oops I did it again. So enjoy the story, and let me know how you liked it. P.S. This story should become a little more regular.
Disclaimer: Marvel characters do not belong to me, only the ideas.
Jean Grey stood near a lighted wall monitor, looking at the results of Remy's C.A.T. Scan. She stood in place with a look of sheer astonishment on her face. She knew that Remy would have some kind of severe brain injuries from the accident. However, she never expected to find anything as unexpected as what she now saw. As it turned out, Remy still had some collateral damage to his brain. There was some swelling of the brain tissue. At the moment, the swollen tissue was pressing on Remy's brain stem. This condition would've caused paralysis of either the entire body, or the legs. However since Remy was in a body cast, no one would even know if he would even walk again.
However, what Jean didn't expect to find was two rather large brain tumors, which sat on the left side of his brain. From the look of them, they had been there long before the accident. Jen knew that they could have the tumors surgically removed, before they would eventually spread throughout his body. However, because of the severity of his injuries, that would be eventually ruled out.
Her mind was racing with thoughts about what she should do, when Hank McCoy came in looking dismal. Jean didn't even acknowledge Hank's prescience, as she continued to stare at the wall monitor. Hank stood next to her and he stared long and hard at the C.A.T. Scan before him. He took a deep inhalation when he realized what he was staring at.
"Oh my stars and garters. Is this Remy's Scan?"
"Yeah."
"Have you told him yet?"
"About the brain tumors, or the fact that he may never walk again? No not yet. I mean how could I? Do you realize how serious this is? Remy may never be the same, and somehow I feel like it's all my fault."
"Jean, let's get one thing straight already, this is not your fault."
"I'm a doctor Hank. I should be able to do something, besides twiddling my thumbs. Remy is in a bad situation, that I can't help him get out of. For once in my life my power of telekinesis or mind control is absolutely useless. I mean we can wait until the swelling around his brain goes down enough to operate, but how long is that going to take? Then again we can remove the tumors right now. Hank the chances of us successfully removing the tumor, without further aggravating his injuries are very slim. I don't to be the cause of Remy never walking again. I just can't fight the feeling that if we don't have the tumors removed, Remy will die. Hank, if anything please tell me that I'm wrong. Tell me that I'm letting my personal feelings get in the way, and that my emotions are clouding my judgment. Please tell me that I'm wrong."
"Jean I really wish I could, but you're not wrong. If these tumors aren't removed as soon as possible, Remy will die. Then again if we wait, he may never walk again. There's even the possibility that he might lose control of his powers. If that happens then he'll still be good as dead. If he loses control of his powers, then he will basically charge up from the inside of his body. His powers will basically consume him in one big explosion. Then again this could be a very process. There is the possibility that his power will slowly consume him, just like Chamber's power does him. I think the best thing we can do for Remy now is to pray. Pray for a miracle, because at this point we'll need one."
Rogue was asleep in her bed, when someone knocked on her door. She jumped up and grabbed her robe from the top of her red cherry oak dresser. She walked up to the door, as the knocks grew louder and louder. She snatched open the door, ready to give whoever was on the other side, a severe tongue- lashing. Her anger soon dissipated when she saw Logan, smoking a long cigar, and offering up one of his beers. Rogue couldn't help but smile, as she opened the door wider.
Logan stepped into her small, but efficient bedroom. He sat on her bed, and popped the lid on his beer. He finished the can with two long swallows, and Rogue couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Darlin it's good to hear laugh again."
"Well there hasn't been much to laugh at lately."
"I guess you got a point there."
"Logan do you really think that Remy is going to be alright?"
"I hope so kid."
"You know this isn't fair Logan. I mean one minute I'm ready to end things with Remy, and get on with my life. I was ready to change my life around, and start doing something good for myself."
"And now?"
"I don't know. I really love Remy, and it's this same love that urges me to stay. Then again my mind is telling me to just walk away. Let's be realistic, Remy will never be able to touch me physically, and I will never be able to touch him back. What kind of relationship is that? Remy deserves better than that. He should have a woman that he can touch, and that woman is not me."
"So are you saying that you're going to leave Remy?"
"I don't think I have any other choice."
"No, you have a choice, because this decision is something that you got to live with for the rest of your life. Are you ready for that? If you think that leaving Remy would be a good idea, then leave. If you'd rather stay, you'll have to learn how to be patient, understanding, and you have to learn how to forgive. Remy has made a lot of mistakes in the past, and there's no way to change that either. The only advice that I can give you is to think about it. Try to figure out if you want to be with Remy or not. If you do, then do everything in your power to make this relationship work. If not break it to him gently. He's already been through a lot, and losing you might make this fragile situation finally break. Be honest, loving and most of all be true to your-self. If you can't be true to yourself, then there's no hope whatsoever for this relationship period."
"When did you get so wise?"
"I've always been wise darlin?"
"Yeah, I've heard them say that old people are wise."
"Funny, real funny."
Jubilation Lee raided the refrigerator, trying to find herself something to eat for lunch. She thought about Angelo walking out on her.
"What's wrong with me? I've lost the only man that has ever loved me for me. To make matters worse, it's all because of Logan. I always thought that Angelo was very understanding, but I guess I was wrong. Why couldn't he understand that what happened with Logan and I, happened long before he even stepped into the picture. Why was he so mad at me, because I didn't tell him about this whole fiasco earlier? If he really loved me, then he would've never left me like he did. Why is everyone in this mansion so screwed up? Why can't anybody in this house ever be happy in love? Everybody's so screwed up.
I mean look at Storm. She wants a man who clearly doesn't want her back. I really wish she would just tell him how she feels. Then there's Rogue. She's always playing with Remy's emotions. She'll never be able to touch him, so she needs to just let it go already. Remy. Crap I totally forgot about Remy! I was supposed to get his lunch days ago, and I totally forgot. I wondered if anybody remembered to get him something to eat."
Jubilee pulled out everything to make a salad. She wiped away the tears that were suddenly falling down from her face. After the tears were dried, she washed her hands and began making the salad.
When she finished making the salad, she walked to the Recovery room. She knocked on the door as quickly as she could, because she didn't want to drop Remy's food. She heard Remy's voice urging her to come in. She opened the door, and to her delight Remy was alone. He smiled that radiant smile, which could just about melt any woman's heart. She placed his tray on his lap, as neatly as she could. Then she pulled up a small chair, and sat down beside him. She pushed his bowl as close to his chest as she could. She didn't want to waste any salad in his lap, because she knew that she would have to go down there and clean it up. She unknowingly placed the fork against the soft skin of his belly. He had on a body cast, but Hank had left a section opened near his belly, where sixty stitches had to be placed.
"The petite returns."
"I didn't know if you had anything to eat since yesterday, but if you're still hungry I made this salad for you."
"I already ate some food this morning, but I'm sure I can make more room for this."
"I'm sorry Gambit. I've had a lot on my mind lately."
"Care to talk about it?"
"Not really."
"How can I help you, if you don't want to talk about it?"
"I don't need any help!"
"O.K. O.K. Then what do you need?"
"I don't need anything O.K."
"I see." Remy looked down sadly at his salad, as Jubilee played around with his food.
"Why would you think that something was wrong?"
"Remy just knows."
"How?"
"I don't know. I just know that you sad. I just thought that you needed a shoulder to lean on. I guess I was wrong. I'm sorry."
No Remy don't be. It's not your fault. Yes I'm upset, but I shouldn't be bothering you with my problems. You have your own issues to deal with, and here I am biting your head off. I'm the one who should be sorry."
"Don't you worry non about that."
"So do you want to eat this salad, or what?"
Jubilee pushed the bowl further into his skin.
"I guess I'm not as hungry as I thought I was."
The fork suddenly let off a small explosion, which sent salad flying in every direction. Some landed in Jubilee's face and hair, but thankfully no one was hit with flying glass.
"Merde!! What's going on? Petite are you all right? Are you cut? Where's Hank? What's happening?"
"Remy if you didn't want the salad, all you had to do is say so."
"What's going on, Remy just saw the bowl blow up?"
"That's your power. You can charge stuff up, and make it explode."
"Powers? How did I get these powers?"
"You were born with them. Everybody in the mansion has some type of mutation in our DNA, which causes us to display some sort of power. See." Jubilee showed him her powers, which brightened up the room.
"Cool huh."
"So everybody here has some weird powers."
"Everybody here has powers, but your Dad. He can't blow up nothing."
"So will everything I touch, blow up?"
"No, only if you charge them up."
"How will I know if I'm charging something up?"
"You will be able to feel the changes in your body, well at least I do. Tell you what. Just don't touch anything O.K. We'll probably have to train you again. You'll need to learn how to use and control your powers all over again."
"Should I worry?"
"If you get Jean, Hank, or Xavier as your teacher then the answer is no. However if you get Scott, Logan, or Storm then I really feel sorry for you."
"Thanks. You sure know how to make a guy feel special."
"Well that's what I'm here for, but for now let's clean up this mess."
"Do you want me to help with anything?"
"Well I don't see how there's very much for you do. Unless you want to shout little cheers, like they do in high school."
"Well I guess I'll sit here and cheer then."
