It was cold. It was dark. He felt exhausted. He could feel a foamy
ground pressing against his spine, but that was all. He couldn't feel
anything people are supposed to feel. He was empty, totally empty. No
emotion, no memory not even the feeling of his heart beating inside of his
chest.
"Oh my God!" It was Kitty; he could feel the vibrations of the 14-year- old's voice reverberating through the floor and his body. He was just an empty vessel, in which her words were free to echo off the blank walls,
"Rogue you shouldn't have done that!" Jean's voice. He couldn't see her but he could sense her physic presence. What had Rogue done? He couldn't think, couldn't remember. He knew who the voices belonged to but he didn't know why he knew them, where was he? Somewhere soft. Not a bed. Not a sidewalk. Was he dead? Maybe he had been shot down by.by.by an enemy. He had enemies, lots of enemies. Why? He tried to think but he just plunged further and further into a black ocean. He was being rocked back and forth in waves of nothingness. Remy knew that his whole life he wanted to forget his past. Wanted to be different. Wanted it change. But what wouldn't he give to just remember anything. Then he knew he was moving.
Slowly it was coming back. Thoughts were leaking into his ears, like the echoing voices of his teammates. That's how he knew them. They were X- men. So was he. Right? He was an X-man? Right.
Scott was talking. "Nothing like this was supposed to happen! I should have stopped them I just thought Rogue was smarter then that. Holy Jeez Proffesor Xavier is going to kill me!" Proffesor Xavier? Proffesor X? Bald guy, wheelchair, heavy eyebrows and.and a mustache? No.the mustache was someone else, someone with a stick. Someone.Papa? Right. Jean- Luc.Pricard.No LeBeau.
"Right and your taking the full blame. I didn't have anything to do with this." Jean again. He could feel two fingers on his neck. The first thing he had felt in a long time. In an eternity. Since. arms? Arms around his neck? Someone else's lips on his own. Pain. Rogue. Right. That wave was successfully ridden out, but then just as one was concurred another swelled up behind. How did he know Rogue? Who was she? The River Rat.
"Your lucky he's still alive." A new voice, even newer then the others. Totally different. No physic presence obviously not Jean, but still a woman. 'Ro. No. Annie. Right? He didn't know Annie all that well. He couldn't even remember who Annie was.
"Ew! I hate needles." It was Kitty again. Then he felt a little prick. Obviously the needle Kitty hated. But why? "Obviously your friend doesn't." Annie again. What was she talking about? Needles, before. He was lost.
"I remember when he got that." Ororo. That was her, the Egyptian born car- jacker who.who he knew before. He didn't know how. He didn't know why. When he got what? He could hear the dings, clicks, and the other famous sound effects of a hospital. Time was passing so quickly now, as he fought to steady his mind, as he fought to answer all of those questions that were laid in front of him.
"He'll be fine," that was Annie. "Stop checking up on him already!" He knew he would be fine. Not even Rogue could keep the Gambit down. Where was Rogue? He wanted to know. Remy remembered her kissing him. He could remember the way her lips felt against his own. He could remember her arms wound around his neck and he remembered how natural that had felt. How good it felt. How perfect it had felt. How.God. She was alone somewhere now. With memories that he could remember, and remember why he wanted to forget. He had been lying there for what felt like days. Maybe even weeks. She needed him. Rogue.
"Rogue," his voice. His words. He found his voice but it was tiny like that of a dying man. His eyes jerked open. Blurry. Nothing was clear. Nothing made sense. The foggy shapes began to weave in and out of focus people were standing around him.
"He's really okay!" Storm looked happy. She bent down and hugged her friend. "It's been almost three days, I didn't think you were really going to come to."
"Where's--" he began, but Logan cut him off.
"Damn, if he died I woulda gotten his motorcycle. Oh well, good ta have ya' back, Gumbo."
"R--" Again he was cut short, this time by Kitty.
"You should talk to Scott: he's being all leadery and taking on himself."
"Where's the--" Yet again he was cut short. Now he knew how Phoenix felt.
"Jeez, can't you guys tell he's trying to talk?" said Bobby, throwing his arms out. Steam spiraling from his mouth as usual.
"T'ank you, where de 'ell is Rogue?" Gambit asked, his voice steadily becoming stronger.
"Oh my God!" It was Kitty; he could feel the vibrations of the 14-year- old's voice reverberating through the floor and his body. He was just an empty vessel, in which her words were free to echo off the blank walls,
"Rogue you shouldn't have done that!" Jean's voice. He couldn't see her but he could sense her physic presence. What had Rogue done? He couldn't think, couldn't remember. He knew who the voices belonged to but he didn't know why he knew them, where was he? Somewhere soft. Not a bed. Not a sidewalk. Was he dead? Maybe he had been shot down by.by.by an enemy. He had enemies, lots of enemies. Why? He tried to think but he just plunged further and further into a black ocean. He was being rocked back and forth in waves of nothingness. Remy knew that his whole life he wanted to forget his past. Wanted to be different. Wanted it change. But what wouldn't he give to just remember anything. Then he knew he was moving.
Slowly it was coming back. Thoughts were leaking into his ears, like the echoing voices of his teammates. That's how he knew them. They were X- men. So was he. Right? He was an X-man? Right.
Scott was talking. "Nothing like this was supposed to happen! I should have stopped them I just thought Rogue was smarter then that. Holy Jeez Proffesor Xavier is going to kill me!" Proffesor Xavier? Proffesor X? Bald guy, wheelchair, heavy eyebrows and.and a mustache? No.the mustache was someone else, someone with a stick. Someone.Papa? Right. Jean- Luc.Pricard.No LeBeau.
"Right and your taking the full blame. I didn't have anything to do with this." Jean again. He could feel two fingers on his neck. The first thing he had felt in a long time. In an eternity. Since. arms? Arms around his neck? Someone else's lips on his own. Pain. Rogue. Right. That wave was successfully ridden out, but then just as one was concurred another swelled up behind. How did he know Rogue? Who was she? The River Rat.
"Your lucky he's still alive." A new voice, even newer then the others. Totally different. No physic presence obviously not Jean, but still a woman. 'Ro. No. Annie. Right? He didn't know Annie all that well. He couldn't even remember who Annie was.
"Ew! I hate needles." It was Kitty again. Then he felt a little prick. Obviously the needle Kitty hated. But why? "Obviously your friend doesn't." Annie again. What was she talking about? Needles, before. He was lost.
"I remember when he got that." Ororo. That was her, the Egyptian born car- jacker who.who he knew before. He didn't know how. He didn't know why. When he got what? He could hear the dings, clicks, and the other famous sound effects of a hospital. Time was passing so quickly now, as he fought to steady his mind, as he fought to answer all of those questions that were laid in front of him.
"He'll be fine," that was Annie. "Stop checking up on him already!" He knew he would be fine. Not even Rogue could keep the Gambit down. Where was Rogue? He wanted to know. Remy remembered her kissing him. He could remember the way her lips felt against his own. He could remember her arms wound around his neck and he remembered how natural that had felt. How good it felt. How perfect it had felt. How.God. She was alone somewhere now. With memories that he could remember, and remember why he wanted to forget. He had been lying there for what felt like days. Maybe even weeks. She needed him. Rogue.
"Rogue," his voice. His words. He found his voice but it was tiny like that of a dying man. His eyes jerked open. Blurry. Nothing was clear. Nothing made sense. The foggy shapes began to weave in and out of focus people were standing around him.
"He's really okay!" Storm looked happy. She bent down and hugged her friend. "It's been almost three days, I didn't think you were really going to come to."
"Where's--" he began, but Logan cut him off.
"Damn, if he died I woulda gotten his motorcycle. Oh well, good ta have ya' back, Gumbo."
"R--" Again he was cut short, this time by Kitty.
"You should talk to Scott: he's being all leadery and taking on himself."
"Where's the--" Yet again he was cut short. Now he knew how Phoenix felt.
"Jeez, can't you guys tell he's trying to talk?" said Bobby, throwing his arms out. Steam spiraling from his mouth as usual.
"T'ank you, where de 'ell is Rogue?" Gambit asked, his voice steadily becoming stronger.