AN: Once again I urge you all to go read Wandering Souls by Calliann and I also recommend Ideologies by Khay. Both wonderful fics that deserve the highest of praise, they're much better than this one.
'Thoughts'
*Telepathy*
{Written word}
#Flashbacks#
[Dreams]
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it ain't mine.
Chapter 5
Rogue woke groggily to a stark, brightly lit room much like the one in her dream but when she tried to get up she realised that she was strapped to the table. "What th' HELL is goin' on here?!" she demanded to the room around her.
A deep chuckle came from her left side and a shadow passed across her vision, "Don't you recognise this place Meggie?"
#Rogue cowered in a corner, her arms above her head, as the man advanced on her, "Now Meggie, we're just going to do a few tests. It won't hurt," he hissed, his tone of voice contrasting with the comforting words.#
#"Now Megan, if you just let go of David for a moment we can give him his medication," the man in the bright, white coat loomed over the children a hypodermic needle barely hidden in his hand as he tried to separate his experiments.#
"No," Rogue whispered as the flood of repressed memories raced through her mind. This place was the exact room from her dream but she wouldn't be seeing the little girl anywhere, she WAS the little girl. But that would make the boy… "Remy."
The man -- Dr. Lexmark, she remembered him now -- looked down at her, his face hidden in shadows, "Who? Oh, you mean David, I assure you he is quite fine my dear. Once I have conducted my tests you will be able to see him." With that he removed a needle from a sheath in his pocket and injected her with something.
"Remy…" his name was the last thing that crossed her mind as she slipped into unconsciousness.
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"Is she back yet Chuck?" Logan asked as he walked into the kitchen to find the X-Men assembled there. One look at Jean's teary expression told him all he needed to know. It was noon and Rogue still wasn't home.
"I am sorry Logan, are you sure she didn't leave any other message?" the professor tried to placate the other man even as he hid his own worry for his headstrong charge. Rogue had been his third student, she had willingly sought him out after realising that Magneto's methods were not as good as he made them out to be.
Logan took the note out of his pocket and read trough it for the hundredth time since breakfast. {Hey sugar, Couldn't sleep so went out. Back by breakfast. Rogue} There was nothing there that could indicate that she had planned to be out later than she had stated, "'Back by breakfast'," he read to the wheelchair bound telepath, "No doubt 'bout that."
The professor looked at the Canadian, the first signs of worry crossing his features, "I see," he turned to the students, "Scott, could you please take the X-Men and New Mutants for their scheduled Danger Room session while Jean and I attempt to locate Rogue with Cerebro. Logan could you try and track where she last was?"
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Remy was lying on the same table the boy from his dream had been on, only now he knew now that his dream had been part memory. There was only one man standing over him though, the man in charge of the experiments he remembered being conducted on him.
He turned his head slightly and saw something which made his heart stop beating, Rogue was sedated on the table next to him. They had brought her in a few minutes ago saying something about 'genetic manipulation' and 'completing earlier procedures'. Apparently they were both experiments in some twisted scientists experiments. The doctor had explained to him that his powers weren't natural, that he shouldn't be able to absorb other mutants powers, but were a government sanctioned 'improvement' to make them into the perfect spies.
Unfortunately for Dr. Lexmark the original Brotherhood had found out about this project and had stormed the place, freeing the children before they had a chance to make the changes to him permanent or start doing these things to Rogue.
Now they planned to rectify that, starting with the removal of the fading absorption powers to make his DNA 'untainted' so they could replace it with something controllable. It meant that for a few days he would have the same powers as Rogue and his eyes would no longer be brown.
Dr. Lexmark stood over Remy with a hypodermic needle in one hand and a strange device in the other, "This will be all over soon David," he whispered as Remy slipped into unconsciousness.
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"Are you sure this is the place?" the auburn haired woman asked her brunette companion nervously. She was pretty, in her late 30's early 40's with delicate features and warm chocolate brown eyes.
The other woman looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand then up at the address on the mansion gate, "Yes. Karen this is it, this is where she lives." There was a quiet desperation in her soft voice that matched the almost pleading look in her emerald green eyes. After 18 years Elizabeth Pierce was finally going to meet her daughter.
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Logan snarled softly as he found Rogue's abandoned bike outside a nightclub, along with one that was coated in the scent of that Cajun Acolyte. It was obvious to him now that something bad had happened to her, nothing on earth could make his Rogue leave her bike in such a public location over night.
He sniffed around a little, hoping to get a scent that could tell him what had happened, but it was no use. Too many people had used that stretch of pavement since Rogue had been there. Logan wondered for a moment whether the Acolytes had taken her but dismissed it almost instantly, there would have been signs of a struggle had she run into them. No there were only two possibilities, either she had known and trusted her kidnapper or she had been drugged. At the moment he was leaning towards the second.
He turned at the sound of a door opening behind him to see a young man with curly black hair standing there watching him, "Can I help you sir?" he asked with a friendly smile.
Logan appraised him quickly, there was no fear in him and he was perfectly sober, it was worth a chance, "Were ya anywhere 'round here 'bout two o'clock this mornin'?" he asked gruffly.
The man's smile widened, "Not out here no, I was working last night, in the bar," he saw the look of hope in Logan's eyes and his smile faltered a little, something was wrong here, this guy shouldn't ever have a look like that, "Perhaps you'd like to come inside and discuss this?" he offered.
"Thanks bub."
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"Has Logan checked in yet?" the professor asked Storm as he exited Cerebro, leaving Jean to find her friend since their connection was stronger than the one he had to either of them.
The white haired woman shook her head slightly, "I'm afraid not Charles. Have you found anything?"
This time it was the professors turn to shake his head, "I have Cerebro on it's highest settings and there is still no sign. There is still the chance that she is merely unconscious or out of Cerebro's range. Could you please notify me the instant Logan contacts you?" the professor asked as he turned and headed back into Cerebro, refusing to give up on his student.
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A soft knock sounded on the mansions front door surprising Henry McCoy who happened to be passing at the time. He glanced around him to see if there was anyone else who could answer it, not really wanting to frighten the visitor. Unfortunately there wasn't.
He slowly opened the door to reveal two women, both of whom flinched back at the sight of him. After a moments hesitation one of the women, a slender brunette, stepped forwards, "I was wondering if you could help me," she stated in a soft musical voice, "I'm looking for my daughter," she handed Hank a newspaper clipping of the X-Men in their battle with the sentinel, "She's the one with the white streak in her hair."
"Oh my," he stepped back from the door, "Perhaps you should come in and talk to the professor," he suggested.
The women looked at each other in silent communication before stepping across the threshold, "Thank you."
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"The girl with the red and black eyes? Yeah she was in here last night," the barman told Logan, "Came in with her boyfriend just before closing time, they left again when I told them we were closing."
"Did you just say BOYFRIEND!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Logan roared causing the poor barman to scurry away to the relative safety of behind the bar.
"Uh… yeah," he whispered slightly nervously, "Cajun guy, been in here a lot, looking for her. Last night was the first time the came in together, looked pretty loved up too," he had forgotten his nervousness as he talked about the young couple, both of whom he had grown fond of.
Logan regained his cool slightly, though it took a great deal of effort, and asked, "You don't know where they went after?"
The barman shook his head, "No sorry. I wish I did though, they seem like nice kids."
Logan nodded, "Thanks bub, I'll let ya know when we find them." With that Logan left, a newfound liking for nightclubs settling inside him. If all the barmen were like that guy perhaps they weren't so bad.
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"Professor, I've found her!" Jean cried as she took the Cerebro helmet off, "She's on the north coast of England, and Gambit's with her."
Hmmm, looks like I've left a slight cliff-hanger there. Well at least the X-Men know where to rescue them from now.
Bad-girl4: Ok, now YOU'RE psychic. I'm sorry I doubted that you meant it but sometimes me and compliments don't get on too well (low self-esteem issues)
Lupine Draconis: Hee, and I don't even speak Latin. Y'know, if you keep on like that my ego won't fit through the door. Thank you for doing that though.
Brandy: Since you asked so nicely.
Winter Fire: Thank you so much for saying that hon. Was this quick enough for you?
Queen of the Night: Thanks hon. I promise to take care and was this update quick enough?
Ishandahalf: Hello again hon. At last? Well I guess it did take a while didn't it but yeah they're together, an' they're gonna stay that way, promise. I must admit I loved the scene with the barman too, I'm quite fond of him really. He'll be appearing more probably, how do you feel about him becoming a friend of Remy's and actually getting a name? Did this chapter clarify anything to do with the weird dreams? I agree with your logic though, evil guys are always stupid. Couple more chapters till she tells her heartbreak story. You are loved hon, very much. That's what 3 gold stars now? And the bunny is very rested so it's working hard now. I have a question for you though, have you ever thought of keeping a crack bunny for yourself and writing a Romy? I'm pretty sure that every other Romy writer would read and review if they saw your name next to a fic, I know I would.
Rogue Warrior Spirit: Hello, welcome. Thank you so, so much for saying that.
Calliann: Yay I can surprise you now that you're un-psychic. You didn't have to wait to long did you? As for the publicity, ulterior motive here, I'm hoping that by mentioning the fic so much you'll update sooner.
'Thoughts'
*Telepathy*
{Written word}
#Flashbacks#
[Dreams]
Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it ain't mine.
Chapter 5
Rogue woke groggily to a stark, brightly lit room much like the one in her dream but when she tried to get up she realised that she was strapped to the table. "What th' HELL is goin' on here?!" she demanded to the room around her.
A deep chuckle came from her left side and a shadow passed across her vision, "Don't you recognise this place Meggie?"
#Rogue cowered in a corner, her arms above her head, as the man advanced on her, "Now Meggie, we're just going to do a few tests. It won't hurt," he hissed, his tone of voice contrasting with the comforting words.#
#"Now Megan, if you just let go of David for a moment we can give him his medication," the man in the bright, white coat loomed over the children a hypodermic needle barely hidden in his hand as he tried to separate his experiments.#
"No," Rogue whispered as the flood of repressed memories raced through her mind. This place was the exact room from her dream but she wouldn't be seeing the little girl anywhere, she WAS the little girl. But that would make the boy… "Remy."
The man -- Dr. Lexmark, she remembered him now -- looked down at her, his face hidden in shadows, "Who? Oh, you mean David, I assure you he is quite fine my dear. Once I have conducted my tests you will be able to see him." With that he removed a needle from a sheath in his pocket and injected her with something.
"Remy…" his name was the last thing that crossed her mind as she slipped into unconsciousness.
| | | | | | | | | | | |
"Is she back yet Chuck?" Logan asked as he walked into the kitchen to find the X-Men assembled there. One look at Jean's teary expression told him all he needed to know. It was noon and Rogue still wasn't home.
"I am sorry Logan, are you sure she didn't leave any other message?" the professor tried to placate the other man even as he hid his own worry for his headstrong charge. Rogue had been his third student, she had willingly sought him out after realising that Magneto's methods were not as good as he made them out to be.
Logan took the note out of his pocket and read trough it for the hundredth time since breakfast. {Hey sugar, Couldn't sleep so went out. Back by breakfast. Rogue} There was nothing there that could indicate that she had planned to be out later than she had stated, "'Back by breakfast'," he read to the wheelchair bound telepath, "No doubt 'bout that."
The professor looked at the Canadian, the first signs of worry crossing his features, "I see," he turned to the students, "Scott, could you please take the X-Men and New Mutants for their scheduled Danger Room session while Jean and I attempt to locate Rogue with Cerebro. Logan could you try and track where she last was?"
| | | | | | | | | | | |
Remy was lying on the same table the boy from his dream had been on, only now he knew now that his dream had been part memory. There was only one man standing over him though, the man in charge of the experiments he remembered being conducted on him.
He turned his head slightly and saw something which made his heart stop beating, Rogue was sedated on the table next to him. They had brought her in a few minutes ago saying something about 'genetic manipulation' and 'completing earlier procedures'. Apparently they were both experiments in some twisted scientists experiments. The doctor had explained to him that his powers weren't natural, that he shouldn't be able to absorb other mutants powers, but were a government sanctioned 'improvement' to make them into the perfect spies.
Unfortunately for Dr. Lexmark the original Brotherhood had found out about this project and had stormed the place, freeing the children before they had a chance to make the changes to him permanent or start doing these things to Rogue.
Now they planned to rectify that, starting with the removal of the fading absorption powers to make his DNA 'untainted' so they could replace it with something controllable. It meant that for a few days he would have the same powers as Rogue and his eyes would no longer be brown.
Dr. Lexmark stood over Remy with a hypodermic needle in one hand and a strange device in the other, "This will be all over soon David," he whispered as Remy slipped into unconsciousness.
| | | | | | | | | | | |
"Are you sure this is the place?" the auburn haired woman asked her brunette companion nervously. She was pretty, in her late 30's early 40's with delicate features and warm chocolate brown eyes.
The other woman looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand then up at the address on the mansion gate, "Yes. Karen this is it, this is where she lives." There was a quiet desperation in her soft voice that matched the almost pleading look in her emerald green eyes. After 18 years Elizabeth Pierce was finally going to meet her daughter.
| | | | | | | | | | | |
Logan snarled softly as he found Rogue's abandoned bike outside a nightclub, along with one that was coated in the scent of that Cajun Acolyte. It was obvious to him now that something bad had happened to her, nothing on earth could make his Rogue leave her bike in such a public location over night.
He sniffed around a little, hoping to get a scent that could tell him what had happened, but it was no use. Too many people had used that stretch of pavement since Rogue had been there. Logan wondered for a moment whether the Acolytes had taken her but dismissed it almost instantly, there would have been signs of a struggle had she run into them. No there were only two possibilities, either she had known and trusted her kidnapper or she had been drugged. At the moment he was leaning towards the second.
He turned at the sound of a door opening behind him to see a young man with curly black hair standing there watching him, "Can I help you sir?" he asked with a friendly smile.
Logan appraised him quickly, there was no fear in him and he was perfectly sober, it was worth a chance, "Were ya anywhere 'round here 'bout two o'clock this mornin'?" he asked gruffly.
The man's smile widened, "Not out here no, I was working last night, in the bar," he saw the look of hope in Logan's eyes and his smile faltered a little, something was wrong here, this guy shouldn't ever have a look like that, "Perhaps you'd like to come inside and discuss this?" he offered.
"Thanks bub."
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"Has Logan checked in yet?" the professor asked Storm as he exited Cerebro, leaving Jean to find her friend since their connection was stronger than the one he had to either of them.
The white haired woman shook her head slightly, "I'm afraid not Charles. Have you found anything?"
This time it was the professors turn to shake his head, "I have Cerebro on it's highest settings and there is still no sign. There is still the chance that she is merely unconscious or out of Cerebro's range. Could you please notify me the instant Logan contacts you?" the professor asked as he turned and headed back into Cerebro, refusing to give up on his student.
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A soft knock sounded on the mansions front door surprising Henry McCoy who happened to be passing at the time. He glanced around him to see if there was anyone else who could answer it, not really wanting to frighten the visitor. Unfortunately there wasn't.
He slowly opened the door to reveal two women, both of whom flinched back at the sight of him. After a moments hesitation one of the women, a slender brunette, stepped forwards, "I was wondering if you could help me," she stated in a soft musical voice, "I'm looking for my daughter," she handed Hank a newspaper clipping of the X-Men in their battle with the sentinel, "She's the one with the white streak in her hair."
"Oh my," he stepped back from the door, "Perhaps you should come in and talk to the professor," he suggested.
The women looked at each other in silent communication before stepping across the threshold, "Thank you."
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"The girl with the red and black eyes? Yeah she was in here last night," the barman told Logan, "Came in with her boyfriend just before closing time, they left again when I told them we were closing."
"Did you just say BOYFRIEND!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" Logan roared causing the poor barman to scurry away to the relative safety of behind the bar.
"Uh… yeah," he whispered slightly nervously, "Cajun guy, been in here a lot, looking for her. Last night was the first time the came in together, looked pretty loved up too," he had forgotten his nervousness as he talked about the young couple, both of whom he had grown fond of.
Logan regained his cool slightly, though it took a great deal of effort, and asked, "You don't know where they went after?"
The barman shook his head, "No sorry. I wish I did though, they seem like nice kids."
Logan nodded, "Thanks bub, I'll let ya know when we find them." With that Logan left, a newfound liking for nightclubs settling inside him. If all the barmen were like that guy perhaps they weren't so bad.
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"Professor, I've found her!" Jean cried as she took the Cerebro helmet off, "She's on the north coast of England, and Gambit's with her."
Hmmm, looks like I've left a slight cliff-hanger there. Well at least the X-Men know where to rescue them from now.
Bad-girl4: Ok, now YOU'RE psychic. I'm sorry I doubted that you meant it but sometimes me and compliments don't get on too well (low self-esteem issues)
Lupine Draconis: Hee, and I don't even speak Latin. Y'know, if you keep on like that my ego won't fit through the door. Thank you for doing that though.
Brandy: Since you asked so nicely.
Winter Fire: Thank you so much for saying that hon. Was this quick enough for you?
Queen of the Night: Thanks hon. I promise to take care and was this update quick enough?
Ishandahalf: Hello again hon. At last? Well I guess it did take a while didn't it but yeah they're together, an' they're gonna stay that way, promise. I must admit I loved the scene with the barman too, I'm quite fond of him really. He'll be appearing more probably, how do you feel about him becoming a friend of Remy's and actually getting a name? Did this chapter clarify anything to do with the weird dreams? I agree with your logic though, evil guys are always stupid. Couple more chapters till she tells her heartbreak story. You are loved hon, very much. That's what 3 gold stars now? And the bunny is very rested so it's working hard now. I have a question for you though, have you ever thought of keeping a crack bunny for yourself and writing a Romy? I'm pretty sure that every other Romy writer would read and review if they saw your name next to a fic, I know I would.
Rogue Warrior Spirit: Hello, welcome. Thank you so, so much for saying that.
Calliann: Yay I can surprise you now that you're un-psychic. You didn't have to wait to long did you? As for the publicity, ulterior motive here, I'm hoping that by mentioning the fic so much you'll update sooner.