My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 34
Ya'll get responses... And a big fat apology for this taking so long to reach your computers.
lixa- back to what I said before, of course Rogue would have some weaknesses- she never became invincible cause she never absorbed Ms. Marvel; I always thought she probably would have been weakened by using everyone's powers in the comics, except that she has the invincibility thing going. So, she can still be a one woman army- but at a price...
Ish- this plot bunny wasn't defective. Huzzah! And another huzzah to long and rambling reviews, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy, so keep it coming! And yeah, a DR session is coming up soon, but I have so much trouble writing fight scenes, so I hope it comes out okay.
Cookies go to Rogue Warrior Spirit and Gothic Cajun for being the first reviewers for the last chapter- I posted it at maybe 8:30, and when I came back to the computer at 11, they'd already reviewed. Way to be on the ball!
And Blink182dbzluvr, Ellavira, lady kaori, RoguesHeart, Danielle Wynn kidmol and everyone else- a great big thank you.
Hell, everybody gets cookies. Yummy chocolate chip cookies baked by someone other than me, cause I can't bake or cook worth a damn. (Yeah, I am so like Kitty it sometimes scares me....)
And before I forget, there is still a disclaimer around here somewhere, cause I still don't own anything. But I think it's worshipping the porcelain god, cause it was dumb enough to try Kitty's cooking, he he he....
After a rather tense lunch, Remy was closeted with the adults for quite some time. The late afternoon announcement of Remy's addition to the team didn't really surprise anyone, and it was met with rather predictable results by most parties.
As expected, Scott stormed out to the garage, keys in hand, announcing loudly that he was "going for a ride." He didn't return until very late that evening.
Kurt shot the Professor a rather disgusted look, and ported out of the room, the smell of sulfur left behind a reminder of his discontent. He remained on the roof, coming down only to get the cordless phone when Amanda called at seven thirty.
Bobby was heard to comment "Well, there goes my spot on the team," to no one in particular, to which Ray responded "Yeah, well, you sucked anyway, Ice cube."
"Iceman! It's Iceman!" Bobby protested, as usual.
Jamie commented in a quietly bitter tone, "he gets to go in the Danger Room."
Roberto and Sam were quietly polite, while Amara edged towards shy friendliness. Jean gave him an encouraging smile, instead of the hostility he'd expected, and the adults had voiced no protests, at least where he could hear them.
Out of everyone, Kitty was the only truly friendly one. In a bantering tone, she commented "Glad you left the dark side." Giving Logan a sly look, she stated "Guess you'll have to reprogram the sims, Mr. Logan."
He shot her a toothy grin. "Forgot 'bout that. Guess who just volunteered to help me, Half-Pint?" At Kitty's groan, his smile widened.
"Me and my big mouth," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she passed by Remy on her way out the door. As she stepped directly next to his chair, she wrinkled her face in distaste. "Ugh, your clothes are gross!" She stepped away quickly, suddenly having an inkling of what it must be like to be Logan, with his super senses.
Remy shrugged helplessly. "Don' got much of a choice, petite. All Remy's clothes be on de back of de bike."
Thoughtlessly, Kitty replied "well, duh, why don't you go get your bike?"
Remy just stared at her like she'd grown another head, and she belatedly remembered that Magneto's crew would probably be looking for him. "Oh, yeah. Oops." She commented stupidly, flushing.
The Professor spoke up then, saving Kitty from further embarrassment. "Logan can go pick it up for you when he and Kitty finish with the computer in the Danger Room." It was spoken like an order, and though Remy wasn't entirely pleased by the idea of Logan riding his bike, there wasn't any help for it. He told the man where he'd left it, and Logan nodded, abruptly striding out, Kitty in tow.
Remy followed them out, intending to explore the mansion a bit, and overheard the Professor's comment to Ororo and Hank.
"We'll have to see bout getting him some uniforms."
Remy scowled. He wasn't much for uniforms and conformity; but someone else was running the show now, and he had chosen to join up of his own free will.
Remy drifted around the mansion for several hours, fixing the maze of halls and corridors firmly in his mind. Back on the ground floor, wandering aimlessly, he came across a set of beautifully carved wooden doors. Curious, as he'd not noticed them before, even though he'd passed through the hallway countless times, he gently pushed down on the latch of the left hand door, and slipped inside. Closing the door quietly behind, his eyes scanned his surroundings, and a smile flitted across his face. _Figures a guy like the Professor would have a library around here somewhere._ Taking in the floor to ceiling oak shelves, overstuffed leather chairs, and deeply plush carpeting, he felt a sudden pang of longing for home.
The library in the Guild house had been one of his favorite places. Located on the top floor of the east wing, it was an enormous room full of nooks and crannies that were perfect for hiding in. The eastern wall had been dominated by intricate stained glass windows that caught the morning sunlight and turned the floor into a multi-colored mosaic. As a little boy, he'd loved sitting in the ancient leather chairs, listening to his father Jean-Luc read aloud from the histories of the Guild; often, he would fall asleep there, in the midst of a story, and dream of great epic heists and the swashbuckling adventures of the ancestors.
When he grew older, he'd had his lessons there, along with Henri and Etienne and the other children of those privileged enough to live in the main Guild house. It had been a varied and comprehensive education, encompassing everything from basic mathematics, Guild history and the classics, to sleight of hand techniques and tips for recognizing forged artworks. They had learned combat techniques and the art of moving quietly in any situation, as well as a myriad of other things too numerous to count. Everything he and the others had learned had been necessary and useful, designed to prepare them for their adult roles within the organization; even now that he had been cast out of the Guild, Remy firmly believed that he'd received a far better education at the hands of thieves than Rogue would ever get from her high school.
Pushing the nostalgia away, he moved further into the room, wandering the length of the wall and examining the titles on the shelves. Texts on advanced genetic theories and quantum physics rested side by side with dog eared paperback novels; on another shelf, several books of 18th century poetry sat smack in the middle of a row of romance novels. Looking closely, he identified most of them as being St. John's works, and he couldn't repress a snort. He couldn't for the life of him understand why girls read them- the plot lines were so thin they were practically nonexistent! After being forced to read more of his former teammate's writing than he had wanted to admit to Kitty, he was sure he'd figured out the basic romance pattern: boy meets girl, boy has to save girl from something horrible, and some big secret gets revealed that screws everything up, but then they fall in love end everyone lives happily ever after. _Who comes up with these things? The whole mess is so unrealistic- things like that never happen in real life to anyone._ Snorting again, he moved away from the offensive books, continuing his perusal of the shelves.
He moved into a second room, this one smaller and full of more shelves, containing what appeared to be reference books. This room had straight backed chairs and several lighted library tables, and he surmised that this must be where they studied. Meandering up an aisle, not paying any attention to what was ahead of him, he ran smack into Jean.
As she bounced against him, the book she'd been carrying flew from her grasp and landed on the floor. Jean quickly levitated it back into her grasp, but not before Remy caught sight of the title: "Theoretical Principles of Telepathy."
"Remy! I didn't realize-" Jean's voice faltered at the look in Remy's eyes.
Ignoring her attempts at conversation, he said caustically "stay outta Rogue's head." Unconsciously, his posture had grown defensive.
Jean blinked, confused; then she realized he'd seen the book, and she understood what he'd meant by his words. Quietly, with a trace of bitterness, she said "I wouldn't; Rogue already dislikes me enough as it is." She brushed past him, irritated by his assumption, and flopped down onto one of the leather seats in the other room. Flipping through the table of contents, she schooled her thoughts to calmness, willing herself to forget his words and the accompanying rush of emotions that had gone along with them, not wanting to be any more upset than she already was. As her mind returned to a calm state, the lamp on the table behind her stopped shaking.
Remy followed her back out, seating himself with grace in the chair across from her. "Remy be sorry," he began, not wanting to make another enemy here, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"It's okay. Nobody ever really trusts a telepath," she stated with resignation. "This isn't for Rogue- it's for me."
Reading upside down, he saw she'd turned to a chapter entitled "The Basics of Mind Links." Raising an eyebrow, he asked "who y' be mind linked wit'?"
Irritation written across her features, she said "Scott." She sighed and commented tiredly "He's been ranting for hours inside his head, and it's giving me a headache! And since I don't know how we even got linked up in the first place, I have no idea how to block him out."
Remy gave her a fleeting smile, not needing to ask about the subject of Scott's ranting. Rising from the chair, he said "well den, Remy leave y' to it." He began to head for the door, but Jean called after him.
"Remy- don't, umm, tell anyone, okay?" She looked almost ashamed.
Though he wasn't sure exactly why she didn't want anyone to know, he acquiesced to her wish. Leaving the library, he had a sudden urge to go back down to the infirmary and complain to Rogue about the strangeness of her housemates.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 34
Ya'll get responses... And a big fat apology for this taking so long to reach your computers.
lixa- back to what I said before, of course Rogue would have some weaknesses- she never became invincible cause she never absorbed Ms. Marvel; I always thought she probably would have been weakened by using everyone's powers in the comics, except that she has the invincibility thing going. So, she can still be a one woman army- but at a price...
Ish- this plot bunny wasn't defective. Huzzah! And another huzzah to long and rambling reviews, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy, so keep it coming! And yeah, a DR session is coming up soon, but I have so much trouble writing fight scenes, so I hope it comes out okay.
Cookies go to Rogue Warrior Spirit and Gothic Cajun for being the first reviewers for the last chapter- I posted it at maybe 8:30, and when I came back to the computer at 11, they'd already reviewed. Way to be on the ball!
And Blink182dbzluvr, Ellavira, lady kaori, RoguesHeart, Danielle Wynn kidmol and everyone else- a great big thank you.
Hell, everybody gets cookies. Yummy chocolate chip cookies baked by someone other than me, cause I can't bake or cook worth a damn. (Yeah, I am so like Kitty it sometimes scares me....)
And before I forget, there is still a disclaimer around here somewhere, cause I still don't own anything. But I think it's worshipping the porcelain god, cause it was dumb enough to try Kitty's cooking, he he he....
After a rather tense lunch, Remy was closeted with the adults for quite some time. The late afternoon announcement of Remy's addition to the team didn't really surprise anyone, and it was met with rather predictable results by most parties.
As expected, Scott stormed out to the garage, keys in hand, announcing loudly that he was "going for a ride." He didn't return until very late that evening.
Kurt shot the Professor a rather disgusted look, and ported out of the room, the smell of sulfur left behind a reminder of his discontent. He remained on the roof, coming down only to get the cordless phone when Amanda called at seven thirty.
Bobby was heard to comment "Well, there goes my spot on the team," to no one in particular, to which Ray responded "Yeah, well, you sucked anyway, Ice cube."
"Iceman! It's Iceman!" Bobby protested, as usual.
Jamie commented in a quietly bitter tone, "he gets to go in the Danger Room."
Roberto and Sam were quietly polite, while Amara edged towards shy friendliness. Jean gave him an encouraging smile, instead of the hostility he'd expected, and the adults had voiced no protests, at least where he could hear them.
Out of everyone, Kitty was the only truly friendly one. In a bantering tone, she commented "Glad you left the dark side." Giving Logan a sly look, she stated "Guess you'll have to reprogram the sims, Mr. Logan."
He shot her a toothy grin. "Forgot 'bout that. Guess who just volunteered to help me, Half-Pint?" At Kitty's groan, his smile widened.
"Me and my big mouth," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she passed by Remy on her way out the door. As she stepped directly next to his chair, she wrinkled her face in distaste. "Ugh, your clothes are gross!" She stepped away quickly, suddenly having an inkling of what it must be like to be Logan, with his super senses.
Remy shrugged helplessly. "Don' got much of a choice, petite. All Remy's clothes be on de back of de bike."
Thoughtlessly, Kitty replied "well, duh, why don't you go get your bike?"
Remy just stared at her like she'd grown another head, and she belatedly remembered that Magneto's crew would probably be looking for him. "Oh, yeah. Oops." She commented stupidly, flushing.
The Professor spoke up then, saving Kitty from further embarrassment. "Logan can go pick it up for you when he and Kitty finish with the computer in the Danger Room." It was spoken like an order, and though Remy wasn't entirely pleased by the idea of Logan riding his bike, there wasn't any help for it. He told the man where he'd left it, and Logan nodded, abruptly striding out, Kitty in tow.
Remy followed them out, intending to explore the mansion a bit, and overheard the Professor's comment to Ororo and Hank.
"We'll have to see bout getting him some uniforms."
Remy scowled. He wasn't much for uniforms and conformity; but someone else was running the show now, and he had chosen to join up of his own free will.
Remy drifted around the mansion for several hours, fixing the maze of halls and corridors firmly in his mind. Back on the ground floor, wandering aimlessly, he came across a set of beautifully carved wooden doors. Curious, as he'd not noticed them before, even though he'd passed through the hallway countless times, he gently pushed down on the latch of the left hand door, and slipped inside. Closing the door quietly behind, his eyes scanned his surroundings, and a smile flitted across his face. _Figures a guy like the Professor would have a library around here somewhere._ Taking in the floor to ceiling oak shelves, overstuffed leather chairs, and deeply plush carpeting, he felt a sudden pang of longing for home.
The library in the Guild house had been one of his favorite places. Located on the top floor of the east wing, it was an enormous room full of nooks and crannies that were perfect for hiding in. The eastern wall had been dominated by intricate stained glass windows that caught the morning sunlight and turned the floor into a multi-colored mosaic. As a little boy, he'd loved sitting in the ancient leather chairs, listening to his father Jean-Luc read aloud from the histories of the Guild; often, he would fall asleep there, in the midst of a story, and dream of great epic heists and the swashbuckling adventures of the ancestors.
When he grew older, he'd had his lessons there, along with Henri and Etienne and the other children of those privileged enough to live in the main Guild house. It had been a varied and comprehensive education, encompassing everything from basic mathematics, Guild history and the classics, to sleight of hand techniques and tips for recognizing forged artworks. They had learned combat techniques and the art of moving quietly in any situation, as well as a myriad of other things too numerous to count. Everything he and the others had learned had been necessary and useful, designed to prepare them for their adult roles within the organization; even now that he had been cast out of the Guild, Remy firmly believed that he'd received a far better education at the hands of thieves than Rogue would ever get from her high school.
Pushing the nostalgia away, he moved further into the room, wandering the length of the wall and examining the titles on the shelves. Texts on advanced genetic theories and quantum physics rested side by side with dog eared paperback novels; on another shelf, several books of 18th century poetry sat smack in the middle of a row of romance novels. Looking closely, he identified most of them as being St. John's works, and he couldn't repress a snort. He couldn't for the life of him understand why girls read them- the plot lines were so thin they were practically nonexistent! After being forced to read more of his former teammate's writing than he had wanted to admit to Kitty, he was sure he'd figured out the basic romance pattern: boy meets girl, boy has to save girl from something horrible, and some big secret gets revealed that screws everything up, but then they fall in love end everyone lives happily ever after. _Who comes up with these things? The whole mess is so unrealistic- things like that never happen in real life to anyone._ Snorting again, he moved away from the offensive books, continuing his perusal of the shelves.
He moved into a second room, this one smaller and full of more shelves, containing what appeared to be reference books. This room had straight backed chairs and several lighted library tables, and he surmised that this must be where they studied. Meandering up an aisle, not paying any attention to what was ahead of him, he ran smack into Jean.
As she bounced against him, the book she'd been carrying flew from her grasp and landed on the floor. Jean quickly levitated it back into her grasp, but not before Remy caught sight of the title: "Theoretical Principles of Telepathy."
"Remy! I didn't realize-" Jean's voice faltered at the look in Remy's eyes.
Ignoring her attempts at conversation, he said caustically "stay outta Rogue's head." Unconsciously, his posture had grown defensive.
Jean blinked, confused; then she realized he'd seen the book, and she understood what he'd meant by his words. Quietly, with a trace of bitterness, she said "I wouldn't; Rogue already dislikes me enough as it is." She brushed past him, irritated by his assumption, and flopped down onto one of the leather seats in the other room. Flipping through the table of contents, she schooled her thoughts to calmness, willing herself to forget his words and the accompanying rush of emotions that had gone along with them, not wanting to be any more upset than she already was. As her mind returned to a calm state, the lamp on the table behind her stopped shaking.
Remy followed her back out, seating himself with grace in the chair across from her. "Remy be sorry," he began, not wanting to make another enemy here, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"It's okay. Nobody ever really trusts a telepath," she stated with resignation. "This isn't for Rogue- it's for me."
Reading upside down, he saw she'd turned to a chapter entitled "The Basics of Mind Links." Raising an eyebrow, he asked "who y' be mind linked wit'?"
Irritation written across her features, she said "Scott." She sighed and commented tiredly "He's been ranting for hours inside his head, and it's giving me a headache! And since I don't know how we even got linked up in the first place, I have no idea how to block him out."
Remy gave her a fleeting smile, not needing to ask about the subject of Scott's ranting. Rising from the chair, he said "well den, Remy leave y' to it." He began to head for the door, but Jean called after him.
"Remy- don't, umm, tell anyone, okay?" She looked almost ashamed.
Though he wasn't sure exactly why she didn't want anyone to know, he acquiesced to her wish. Leaving the library, he had a sudden urge to go back down to the infirmary and complain to Rogue about the strangeness of her housemates.