Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and I don't have Korsakov.
Bacon the pig Mr. Pillow seems to be a fav. Cool, because I own him, whoohaha!
Willa j. I have no idea what will happen next. I'm a bit plotless as usual. But that has never stopped me before.
Leann Thanx!
Ishandahalf Yay! Thanx! I feel like an energizer bunny on crack! Oh, and Mr. Pillow are trademark of Fissie®, so you'll have to ask permission and pay me. My prize? Golden stars. I'm an addict, right here.
… Thanx!
RiverX-girl The Russian? Haven't thought of that yet. But it's a good idea. Maybe I'll steal it.
Ima Super Mute Ant Saw the review, here's the story
Yersi Fanel O yeah…here's more.
A/N I am so embarrassed. It took forever. Actually, I forgot all about this one…including my ideas on it. So here's another chapter, but I can't promise to write a next one on a short term basis…
Diagnosis: Korsakov
Fissie
''You don't remember your name?'' Hank asked, slightly surprised that Gambit's memory loss was so severe.
''I don' remember anythin' 'bout me.''
''Maybe your reflection will bring back your memory.'' Hank proposed as he took a mirror from the corner. He showed the mirror to the Cajun.
''This is you. Do you recall now?''
Gambit slowly moved his hand to his face as he saw his eyes. ''I'm a mutant.'' He sounded surprised.
''Yes, you are.''
Gambit started remembering. ''Always been like dis, dese eyes…'' He tried a bit harder, but nothing more came to mind. ''Dat's all I recall. Not very informative, ney. What's m' power?''
''You kinetically charge inanimate items and let them explode.''
''Sounds handy. How d' I do dat?''
''I have no idea.'' Hank honestly answered.
Gambit sighed. ''Peachy.''
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Xavier's study''He doesn't remember anything?'' Xavier asked.
''That is the curious thing. First I thought of temporary retrograde-amnesia. However, it seems to be slightly more complicated. His neuronal patterns show a slight imperfection. At first I had not even noticed it, but it seems to be causing a certain…'' Hank's musings were interrupted by a gruff voice.
''Examples, bub, not medical terms.''
''Very well, my impatient friend. He remembers certain parts of his general knowledge, but not the details of himself. He remembers Orson Wells' 'Island of Dr. Moreau', but does not recall his own name. He remembers he is Cajun but he does not remember anything from his past. Quite frankly, a most peculiar distortion.''
''He doesn't remember his name?'' Xavier was more then surprised.
''I'm afraid not. Nor does he remember us and I doubt he remembers Magneto.''
''How do we bring his memory back?''
''I cannot simply 'bring' it back. It must be recalled bit by bit. There is no reason to believe this slight neurological flaw is not of a temporary nature.''
''Yes. Usually, relatives, friends and familiar locations bring back memories. However, we are not his friends and this is a new surrounding. It will take time for him to remember everything, we will have to be patient.''
''Patient? What do you mean Professor? You are going to let him stay here?''
''Chuck?''
''Magneto left him behind to die. I do not intent to simply drop the young man back into the hands of that man.''
''Chuck, the kid will remember Magneto eventually.''
''Logan is right.''
''He will stay here.'' Xavier was determined.
''I do hope you know what you are doing. We do not know his motives or his background history. It could be dangerous.''
''My mind is made up. I believe everyone deserves a chance here. For Gambit it will be no different. Where is he now?''
''He went to the kitchen with Rogue for lunch.''
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The kitchen''Ah could die for a bite to eat.'' Rogue said to no one in particular.
''Dan sit back, chere, I make you a sandwich.''
The memory-lost Cajun opened one of the cabinets, in search of a dish.
''No, Gambit! That's Logan's cabinet, we're not allowed to…''
Gambit looked up to the ceiling, excited. ''Merci, Dieu.''
''What?''
''Look at dis. Cigarettes an' whiskey'' he started to take out the bottles ''an' more whiskey, an' brandy, an' cognac…Hey!''
''HEY!'' Gambit's expression of happiness and surprise were overruled by Logan's low and angry growl. ''What do ya think your doin', bub.''
Gambit lifted a bottle of Remy Martin cognac and smiled. ''I just remembered m'name. It be Remy.''
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Xavier study''Remy?'' Xavier asked.
''Dat's m'name, don' wear it out.'' Remy proudly stated.
''Does the name bring any memories back to you?''
''…''
''Try and think.''
''Nice cognac.''
''You're not trying.''
''I remember I like cognac an' bourbon an' good wine.''
''That is not the type of memories I was going for.''
''It be what I remember. An' port.''
The professor shook his head.
''I got a question f'r y'. Y'know me?''
''Why do you ask?''
''I get de feelin' y' do. De way McCoy lookes at m'. De way Logan glares at m'. De way Rogue called m' Gambit. 'S dat m'nom de guerre?''
''Yes it is. And we do know you, but only vaguely.'' Xaiver knew he should tell him about Magneto, but decided to let it go until he remembered more. He knew it was an excuse to let the youngster stay with them instead of returning to Magneto but he tried to make himself believe that it was due to the fact that the patient himself should recall memory. A very lame excuse.
''I like de name, fits m', non? Also remember likin' Guinness
''This is hardly the kind of memory we are trying to retrieve here.''
''It could mean I been t' Ireland, non?''
''Hardly.''
''ehm……I remember…I see a face…. Johnny!''
''Who is he?''
''Everyone knows Johnny.''
''I do not believe I know…o wait…that Johnny.''
''Oui. M'dear ole Johnny Walker.''
''Look we're not getting anywhere like this. Maybe we should try another day.'' Xavier got ready to open the door to his study and letting Remy out.
''Wait! I jus' remembered a crucial thin'.''
''Jack Daniel?'' The professor asked, sarcastically.
''Dat too, but non, somethin' else.''
''Really?'' Hope sparkled, maybe this would be a break-though.
''Oui, really. Widout dat crucial piece o' info I wouldn't be my same charmin' ole self.''
''Tell me.'' Xavier was very curious.
''I got a better idea. I show y'. Got an ashtray?''
A/N Hope you liked it. Hey, it's better then nothing…
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