Samson Hmmm. Interesting, it's probably not how I would put these figments of my mad imagination, but hey, if it works for you, it works for me. Thanx, here's the update.
Cyberlink42 Okay.
Caliente Awesome, wow, my fic is awesome. *dreams away* …and the Oscar for best fanfic writer goes too…Wow, I'd like to thank all my reviewers for reviewing, and my computer for never tuning it's back on me…
Andi Amusing? Amusing? Amusing?! It's totally hilarious!…sorry I mistook me for an actual comedian…won't happen again, promise. Thanx!:)
FlamingCammi Johnny Walker, it's booze. Oh, yeah, Gambit's an alcoholic alright. Pyro first? Yeah, okay, sounds good. Deal.
Chibidrummergirl I don't need whole booklet-reviews, it's good to hear you like it!
Ishandahalf Remy's fun as an boozin' smokin' rollin' man. But, unlike your bunnies, he's not on crack. :)
Eileen Blazer Thanx. I'd been walking around with that idea for quite some time as well. I really liked your review, especially the part when you wrote 'charmingly funny as you did'-part. *big fat hint.*
Yersi Fanel That is my aim: to serve and write fics…Thanx.
Lealann37 More alcohol or more Gambit? Gambit I hope, cos I'm broke and can't afford any liquor.
Rogue14 Okay! Here it is!
RoguesHeart Hilarious? Finally, someone who appreciates my humor the way it is meant. Thank you for seeing talent when you come across it. :)
Piotr's Girl A cookie? You think you can bribe _me_ with a cookie?! Oo, are those chocolate chips? :O… Here's an update.
A/N Wow, an update. Did I do that?
All I need is the air that I breathe…and a spice rack
Fissie
Xavier's study
Ah, discussiontime at the Xavier's institute for the gifted.
''You can't let him stay here!'' Rogue shouted.
''Then what do you suggest?'' Xavier tried calmly.
''Beat the memory back into his brains and kick him back to Magneto.'' Wolverine suggested while putting his feet on the desk.
''I will do no such thing.'' Xavier replied while pushing Wolverine's feet off the desk.
''We have to try and help him. I'm with the professor on this one.'' Scott said.
''Duh. You're always with the professor.'' Rogue retorted.
''We should let him stay.'' Kitty decided.
''Why do you say that, Kitty?''
''Well,'' She started seriously. ''Because he's like totally cute.'' She squealed.
''O yeah.'' Jean agreed.
''I only fear of what he will do when he does remember Magneto? He could turn his back on us. Betray us.'' Hank considered.
''That is a risk I am willing to take.''
''Your mind's made up?''
''Yes.''
''Great!'' Kitty walk out door, excited.
''Great.'' Rogue stomped out door and smashed the door shut.
''We have to go back to the site of the event. We must find what it was Magneto was looking for. It may very well have to do with the memory loss our resident Cajun is having.'' Hank suggested.
''You are right. Wolverine, you and Storm will go there. Try to find the crate Magneto was trying to destroy. Maybe you can find some clues.''
''Got it, Chuck.''
''Excellent. Meanwhile, may I be excused. I have a three o'clock appointment with Gambit in my laboratory.''
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The Medlab, 15.00
Remy knocked on the door.
''Come in, please.'' Hank said, sounding reassuring. He realized that Remy did not much enjoy labs and tried to make him feel more comfortable. ''Seat yourself over there on that examination table, I'll be taking a blood sample first.''
''Can' y' jus' wait till I lie somewhere bleedin' t' death an' take a sample den?'' Remy pouted as he seated himself on the examination table. He really didn't feel comfortable amongst syringes and tubes and way too thick books and medical gizmos and…~Is dat a human skull?~ Remy really, really didn't like this place.
''You need a check-up, this won't take long.'' Hank approached the bed with a hypodermic.
''I don' like needles, I got a good reason t'!'' He warned menacingly.
''Really, which reason would that be?'' Hank inquired.
''Don' remember.'' He still sounded menacing, but he realized he had lost.
''My dear Acadian friend, I need to recheck your blood, and do some mild tests to see how you are healing. You'll be out of here before you know it.''
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Medlab, 15.05
Hank took the blood-filled syringe out of the Cajun's arm.
''Okay, good as new, I can go now.'' Remy was ready to stand up and leave, when a huge blue paw was pushed on his shoulder. ''I haven't even started. You were lying here unconscious just yesterday. You are lucky to be able to walk around like you do. Now, let me fill these progress reports.''
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Medlab, 15.10
Remy tapped nervously with his hand on the metal bar of the bed.
''Can I go now?'' He whined.
Hank sighed and looked up. ''No. I'm not finished yet.''
Remy held up his hands. ''Jus' askin', jus' askin'. Don' go get all worked up. Jus' do y'r work. Vite.''
Shaking his head, Hank went back to his reports.
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Medlab, 15.15
''Can I go now?''
Hank took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. ''Are you going to ask that every five minutes?'' He tried to remain calm.
''Ar' y' lettin' me go in de next five minutes?'' The Cajun smiled.
''If you stop talking, I might.''
''…''
''Good.'' A content blue furry doctor went back to work.
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Medlab, 15.25
The files were filled, so Hank continued with a variety of routine tests. Eye-movements, check. Depth-vision, check. Balance, check. Knee-reflex, che...
''Can I go now?''
''NO. We are not done yet!'' Hank was definitely loosing his patience.
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Medlab, 15.30
''I will have to make a scan, please lay down there…'' Gambit shot the doctor the most frightful look he could manage. ''…It's a routine procedure, do not worry.''
''I never worry. Don' know de meanin' o' de word.'' Still he gulped when he was lead inside the scanner.
Lights where turned on. ''Ahh!'' Remy screamed as he tried sitting up straight and hit his head. ''Merde!''
Hank turned off the scanner as quick as he could. ''What is it?''
''Y' could've _warned_ m', homme! Don' like bright lights, me.''
''Of course. Your eyes are be photosensitive. I should have realized. I'm awfully sorry. Close your eyes, please.''
''Really? Think dat'll help?'' He said sarcastically. He closed his eyes and continued muttering some inaudible curses.
''I'm turning it on again.''
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Medlab, 15.30.10
''Can I go now?'' Being blind and caught in a loudly humming, ticking, small space annoyed the Cajun beyond exasperation.
''I cannot make any scans if you move your head while talking. You are only making it more difficult for yourself.'' Hank explained.
Some more annoyed muttering came from the scanner's interior. When the sounds died off, Hank continued scanning.
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Medlab, 15.35
''Cwn W gw nww?'' Remy tried to say through gritted teeth, not moving his head.
''My dear impatient friend. Might I remind you that I am a physician. I know how to make murders look like accidents. I can make it happen.''
Not another sound escaped from the Cajun's mouth.
''Good. Now stay that way.''
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Medlab, 15.50
Remy gave the doctor his best puppy-dog-eyes look and smile, as he sat on the table again.
Hank sighed. ''Yes, yes, you may go now. Go.''
''Thanks, mon ami.'' He was out of there sooner than Hank could say. "You're welcome''.
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The Docks
The dock was in ruins. The flames were long gone and some wooden debris were still wet from the water that had extinguished the fire. All and all, the place was a mess.
''I doubt we will find anything here.'' Storm reckoned.
Wolverine sniffed. ''This way.'' They turned left through some twisted and torn apart metal gates.
''What scent are you picking up?''
''Gumbo's.''
After some more high quality sniffing, they reached the crate Magneto had destroyed. They moved the debris away and found a small purple looking gadget with a broken glass window and wires sticking out of it.
''This should be it.'' Wolverine said, as he lifted it, carefully, not to break the thing even more than it was already.
''Perhaps Hank can look at it. Maybe even fix it.'' Storm said. She looked around a bit more and found a curious metal object.
''What's this?'' She lifted the thing, it was a metal cane of some sort.
''That's that irritating bo-staff the Cajun keeps spinning around.'' Wolverine remembered that thing well. Some righteous blows had been dealt out with it.
''How does it open? I see no button.''
''Let's go back and find out.''
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Back at the mansion, the rec. room.
Kitty, Kurt and Evan were watching TV. Rogue was there too, but her eyes were directed to the Cajun who was sitting in an armchair at the other side of the room. When they had shown him this room, he immediately took a pack of cards, started shuffling and lay down a game of solitaire. Ever since, Rogue had been keeping an eye on him. No way on earth was she going to trust that Cajun with a pack of cards in his hand. Ever.
Wolverine and Storm entered the room, quickly followed by Hank and Xavier. The general idea was that the bo was going to bring back some memories, and if those memories were to bring back the idea that Gambit was actually an enemy, they might need to fight him. Xavier doubted this, but Wolverine insisted.
''We went back to where we found ya, kid. We found this.''
Remy looked up from his game of solitaire. ''M' bo!'' He shouted happily and snatched it from Logan's hands.
''You remember it?'' Xavier asked.
''It was a gift. From mon pere…'' For a brief second, Remy considered this new information. But he couldn't make any coherent memories about his father. ''…I can' remember him.''
''Try and think more closely, when did he give it to you?'' Xavier tried to help. This was good. Though he didn't remember Magneto, it did bring something back.
''I did somethin'… I earned it.'' He twirled the bo-staff around and opened it. At full length the bo was almost as tall as the Cajun himself.
''You remember how to use it.'' Xavier sounded content about this small progress.
Gambit twirled the stick around and made a few acrobatic jumps around and on the lounger.
''Young man!'' Hank interrupted. ''You have not healed completely yet. Please do not jump around like that.''
Remy twirled the bo once more, closed it, smiled contently and sighed. ''Oh, dis thing brings back memories…''
''It does?'' Xavier said curiously.
''Not really.'' Then suddenly a thought hit him. ''…Except…Dis once, don' know how, but I fell on de floor…''
Flashback
The explosion pushed the girl on top of him as they fell on the hard cold floor.
''Ouch.'' Remy gasped for air. She didn't weigh that much, but Remy was always in for dramatics.
''Don' whine, Cajun.'' She pouted in mock. Suddenly, her facial expression changed, the pout turned into a smile. ''Why, honey,'' She said seductively. ''Is that a flashlight in y'r pocket or you jus' happy t' see me?''
Remy rolled his eyes. ''It's m' _bo_, chere. Don' go get all excited.'' He retorted annoyed.
''Y'r _bo_'s on de floor, sugah.''
''No it ain'.'' He patted his leg in search of the bo.
''Right dere.'' She pointed at the bo, which was lying, peacefully, calmly and definitely in the far corner of the dark and by now ruined room. The patting came to a slow end. The darkness hid the redness now forming on his face.
''Eh…Achem…Let's get out 'fore dey find us.'' He tried to lift her and get up.
She grinned. ''Yeah. Let's.''
End Flashback
''…non, sorry, don' remember anymore. Well, I'm hungry. What's f'r dinner?''
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Ah, dinnertime at the Xavier's institute for the gifted. A lovely gathering of young people at the dinner table, happily talking about all sorts of things. It had been Jean's turn to cook. She was serving the bowls, when Remy came in. One glance at the table and he knew something was amiss. Something was terribly wrong. Something vital was missing on the table. He could smell it, in the atmosphere. It was almost tangible. Still, he couldn't really recall it, so, he just seated himself at the table.
''Remy, pass me your bowl.'' Jean held out her hand and Remy handed her his bowl. ''Just say when.'' She added, while filling the bowl with decent homemade soup.
''When.'' Remy said when the bowl was full.
''Wow, you're really hungry.'' Jean smiled and handed the bowl back. ''Here you go. Enjoy.''
At those words everyone started eating. Remy merely looked at his bowl and frowned. He was so close to knowing what was amiss. It was at the tip of his tongue. He took a spoon and took a careful sip. Suddenly he remembered what had been missing. After careful reconsideration he pushed the bowl away.
''I think I jus' remembered how t'cook. Anyone in f'r a nice pot o'somethin' dat ain' dis lame ole soup?''
''Hey, I put my heart and soul in that soup!'' Jean retorted insulted.
''Yeah, well I'm gonna put de contents o' m' stomach in it if I eat more o' it.''
''It's perfectly fine soup!''
''It needs salt, cayenne, an' where de …''
''It's just fine the way it is.''
''It's disgustin'.''
''Oh, and I suppose you're a regular five star cook.''
''How 'm I supposed t' know? Could be de president o' de U.S. for all I know.''
''I assure you that is not the case.'' Hank remarked.
''Y' don' say.''
''Hey! Maybe we _should_ let him cook. See if that makes him remember anything. Man, I can't wait. Bring on the Cajun Food!'' Evan shouted. The thought of good food brought happiness in his life.
~Bring on de Cajun food?~ Lights sparkled in Remy's eyes. Literally. ~Bring on de Cajun food?~ ''I heard dat before.'' His eyes narrowed, deep in thoughts. ''Bring on de Cajun food!'' He shouted. ''I remember! Bring on de Cajun food! Bring on de dance! Laizzez le bon temps rouler! Vive le Mardi Gras!'' He sort of chanted in a horrific yet cheerful voice.
''Wow, that's gotta be so informative it scares you, right?'' Rogue said sarcastically.
''No, y' don' get it. I never forgot what Mardi Gras is, I jus' didn' remember what _I_ did durin' dat time. Now I do. 'Member de beads an' de ladies an' de food an' de drinkin' an' de ladies an' dancin' an' de ladies an' de dri...''
''Well, that's just wonderful.'' Jean said annoyed still. ''Can we continue eating now?''
''Nah, too excited bout dis. Dis calls f'r celebration. Pizza anyone? I remember de number.''
A/N Well, that's all for now. A bit silly, a bit short, but I hope you liked it. Oh and I promise, soon a plot will actually arise…
Review so my yard gnomes realize that people _do_ read what I write, maybe they will finally stop insulting my sanity then.