Disclaimer: I claim dis: I don't own them.
Star-of-Chaos Be careful what you ask for...Oh and I have come up with what to do. Finally!
Ima Super Mute Ant Sanity is most certainly overrated. I do not suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
DarkElf3 Okay here's more (and sorry for not warning you about my update *apologetic smile*).
Caliente LeBeau means 'the beautiful', reason for Gambit to get all full of himself. Reason for Rogue to bash the arrogant behavior. :) And, John, let's just say he got some useful lessons from a friend...
Ishandahalf Thank you for agreeing with me that it is wrong, so spontaneously.:) That's why I've decided to do something about it but not in this chappie yet, so you'll have to wait a bit longer.
Rogue14 I'm writing, I'm writing As Silly As Possible.
Shadow-Spider It is isn't it...:) I'm writing a horror story... Anyway, it's really just that he suspects something but just doesn't know what yet. He's gonna find out soon...
Leann Don't worry, if I do that it will have to be for a very, very, very, very good reason. :)
Takara, Lady of Western Lands I'm taking po' Remy to a mall soon, in chapter seven.
Piotr's girl Nah, he's a master thief and master thieves are very careful where they park cars and bikes (well their own cars and bikes, that is...)
A/N Okay, one more babble-chapter, but after this, I'll start with something real. I posted this pretty quickly, just to be rid of it, but maybe I'll run over it again and change one or two things. Just warn me if my grammar starts looking too much like garmamr.
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Bang goes another year
Fissie
As agreed on earlier, Xavier showed him the Danger Room. They stepped in as the large room turned into a dojo. Remy had put on black training trousers and a black shirt, all borrowed, but good enough.
''Hank agreed on a small training session. Wolverine will be here shortly and you can start then. Maybe you will remember something more.''
''Merci.'' Remy sounded more grateful than he really felt. He knew Xavier was hiding something about him. He did not appreciate being left in the dark.
Wolverine stepped in the dojo, wearing white karate-trousers and a black belt.
He stepped on the mat. ''Alright, kid. What do you want to do?''
''Grab a beer, sit back an' do nothin'.'' Remy nonchalantly suggested as he sat on a bench next to the mat. He rested his head on the wall and looked up to the control room. It was packed with people and if his eyes were not fooling him, they all wore ridiculous and colored clothing. He found it a pretty stupid situation.
Of course, what Remy didn't know is that Xavier had told everyone to get ready for battle, in case Gambit should remember anything about Magneto. Surely he would understand the situation if he knew the whole story about Magneto leaving him there to die them saving his life, but he might panic at first. So just in case, everyone was ready for the worst.
''Not an option.'' Wolverine opened a door and a rack with a large variety of weapons rolled out.
''Since you don't remember your powers, I got some weapons here. Got a bo too. Take a pick.''
Gambit examined the racks. He raised a brow. ''No guns?''
''What's the fun in them?'' Wolverine grinned.
Remy shrugged. ''Dey're effective.''
Remy took out a weapon. Why he chose it he really didn't know, it just looked okay to him. Familiar. ''A floret?'' Wolverine looked at the kid incredulously.
''You said pick a weapon. I jus' did.'' He shook the floret, whipped it a few times and got into position. Somehow he seemed to know exactly how to move. ''I'd slap y' wid a white glove, but I seem t' be out o' dose.'' He added, while putting a hand on his back.
''Fine. Just bare in mind you're taking on these.'' A slight 'snickt' was heard and Wolverine's claws were brightly shining in the well-lit room.
Remy carefully placed the floret back in the rack. ''So much for style.'' He mumbled to himself. In stead he took a bo. Like it would help against six sharp claws. He got into position. ''Let's do dis.''
The fight started. Wolverine's strength matched Remy's agility and speed so the fight was nowhere near ending soon.
During the fight, Remy's hands began itching. He felt the need to grab something, throw it but really didn't know why.
The fight went on for about forty-five minutes, until Wolverine's healing factor beat the Cajun's exhaustion. Remy got smashed into the mat and three claws pointed near his face.
''Not bad, kid.''
''Any time, mon ami.'' Remy panted. Wolverine reached out a hand to help him up. Remy smiled and placed a hand on Logan's shoulder. ''An' I'll beat y' again.''
''Go shower. You're killing my nose here.''
''Oh an' you smell like daisies, right?'' Remy retorted. But regardless, he had to agree that he indeed could use a shower. A very long shower.
Up in the control room Xavier was pleased he had not remembered Magneto, but did recall his fighting skills. A shame that he could not remember how to use his powers, which had been the aim of this session. Suppression of powers could prove unhealthy.
While going back to the upper levels of the mansion, Xavier made up his mind to inform the Cajun on the Magneto-issue later. ~Later.~
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At night, 3.00 am
Remy really didn't feel like 'Searching For His True Self' anymore. He found it utterly boring and quite useless. Memories just flashed him by, making no coherent thoughts and only succeeding in making him even more confused.
Oh, he probably wouldn't mind finding out more about himself, but everyone's attempt to kindly 'help' him with it was extremely annoying. Xavier had suggested he should try different activities to remember more about himself. Instantly Gambit had suggested to go to town and find a nice bar, some nice girls and initiate some interesting activities there. The idea was not appreciated and he received a little speech on responsibility and moral. So instead of in a nice bar Remy found himself joining each student in different activities during that entire afternoon, after his much needed shower. Sitting on his bed he remembered them well.
Bobby had made him watch the Simpsons and a Sponge-Bob marathon in the rec room. He was more than surprised when Gambit had said that neither of those shows rang any bells.
''You don't know the Simpsons? Where have you been the last few decades?'' Bobby yelled at him in a too excited way while bouncing on the sofa, nearly pushing the stuffed penguin off.
'''F I'd knew dat, would I be sittin' here?'' Gambit was too close to grabbing Bobby's collar and smashing it into the TV.
''And you can't not know Sponge Bob!'' He pointed at the television. ''This is what we call 'fun'. Do you understand fun? Because I can explain.'' He smiled and took a deep breath.
Remy looked his straight in the eyes. ''You sing dat song once more an' I swear I'll stuff de TV down y'r t'roat.''
Bobby leaped on the armrest of the sofa and started singing.
''F is for friends who do stuff together, U is for you and...'' his song was abruptly cut out by a flying stuffed penguin. He lost balance, iced up, tried to blast the penguin away with a beam of ice, failed, fell down, de-iced and got squashed by a soaking cold stuffed penguin.
Remy laughed at the pathetic sight. ''Dat, mon ami, is what I call fun.''
Kitty had shown him her computer. She let Remy surf on the Internet. After about fifteen minutes the computer was crashed beyond repair. Ah, yes, Remy remembered. ~Computers don' like m' much.~ He tried to calm her telling her the problem would probably solve itself. Kitty however, did not seem so sure of it. ~Note to self: Tell everyone not to come near dat girl yet.~ She had gotten a bit murderous and Remy had decided to leave the room, quietly..
He met up with Evan, who decided to make him remember sports. Well, at least one sport. Skating. He rubbed his back and remembered the expirence. Remy did not and will never skate. ~Never.~
Storm showed him all the plants in the greenhouse. All that green only brought back some unclear memories of the swamps. Nothing really useful. Meanwhile Storm was getting carried away. So, Remy helped her water the plants and got out of there, undetected, right between Storm's speech about the care of cactuses and the diversity of grass. ~Borin'.~
Jean showed him, something...he didn't really remember. He had just been admiring the view.
When it was Scott's turn, he had shown him the wonderful world of College, to see if Remy ever studied anything, and only succeeding in making him wish he were with Storm and her weeds again.
Hank wanted to show him his lab, but Remy decided he had seen enough of it as it was.
''But I have some very interesting results on...''
''Non.''
''...the various...''
''Non.''
''...''
''Non! Dere's notin' in dat place dat I need or want t' know.''
''But...''
''Nothin'.''
Luckily, Kurt passed by and Remy took the chance to get out of Beast's view. Although, luckily? Kurt showed him Europe. To be precise, a particularly large collection of photos, all starring 'ze fuzzy blue dude'. The pictures were taken mostly in Germany, but the Netherlands, Spain, Belgium, Italy, Austria, France and even Luxembourg were also largely represented. Remy remembered traveling to a lot of countries, and _knew_ he had been to France, but simply couldn't pinpoint exactly where or why. Possibly the Louvre, although he didn't really know why he of thought that as a possibility.
Rogue showed him nothing. She simply had refused to show him anything. That girl had some serious issues, and they revolved around him. But how could anyone not be charmed with this fine Cajun? He pondered this briefly and couldn't come up with anything. So he just assumed Rogue was suffering from severe PMS. ~Mos' likely.~
And then, finally, finally, Wolverine took him to a pub. Against Xavier's direct orders, which is probably why had done it in the first place.
Right after dinner, Wolverine had caught up on him and spoke the Words of Liberation:
''We're taking the jeep, you drive.'' The keys were shoved in his hands. The keys to freedom.
The road to liberty led them to a place called Harry's, a sanctuary.
Wolverine would drive on the way back, because alcohol did not affect him, so Remy was free to drink. They played pool for a while, in which a few very important things became apparent. Remy played a pretty good game of pool and most importantly, alcohol did not seem to affect him either. Could life get any better?
After an hour or two of pooling and boozing, two gruff (you know the type) bikers, apparently acquaintances of Logan, which we will affectionately name Biker nr 1 and Biker nr 2, asked them to join in on a game of poker. Remy had agreed before even thinking about it. They sat down at a round table, ordered some more bears and got started.
A deck of cards was placed in front of Remy. ''You shuffle.''
''Right.'' He could do this. So he started shuffling the cards a bit clumsily, somehow it didn't feel right. He spotted the queen of hearts that nearly fell out of the pack and he briefly remembered an explosion, but he quickly dismissed the thought, it didn't make any sense. Did it?
Biker nr 1 looked at the clumsy display and raised an eyebrow. ''Have you ever played, kid?''
''Oui.'' Again he had said it in a reflex. In truth, he didn't even know what he was doing.
''Then deal, bub.'' Wolverine took another drag of a cigar.
''Right.'' He dealt the cards and looked at his hand.
''Well?'' Biker nr 2 asked.
''Quoi?'' Remy looked up from his cards.
''What?'' The biker was not familiar with the French language.
''What?''
''Do you want a card?''
''Oh. Eh...'' He took a look at his cards. ''...yeah.''
Slowly, the rules and tactics of the game came back to his mind.
The game continued until only Biker nr 1 and Remy were left.
''Let's see what you got.'' Biker nr 1 said, while taking another gulp of his drink.
''Eh?'' Remy was deep in thoughts about some tactic.
''Now you have to show your cards.'' Wolverine explained, a bit annoyed, a bit amused.
''Oh, yeah. I knew dat.''
Biker nr 1 lay down his cards.
''Dat's a full house right?''
''Yup.'' The man got ready to collect his money, the kid seemed lost and without a clue.
Remy nodded and looked to the side and lay down his own cards. A straight flush.
Wolverine placed a hand on the biker's arm. ''Hold on, bub, the kid beat ya.''
The man snorted. ''Beginners luck.'' Remy collected the money. ''Shuffle.''
Remy looked at the cards again, held them in his right hand turned them and passed them to his other hand. ''I said shuffle, not disorientate.'' Biker nr 1 was clearly annoyed.
He took half the pack in each hand and looked at it. ''Sorry, dere's somethin' wrong, dat's all.'' That's when he started to shuffle the cards like a pro with agile hands and a cocky grin. ''Think I'm gettin' de hang o' it, non?''
The games continued. Remy won them all.
At the last game, he had out-bluffed them all with no more than a pair of two's. Usually, when all the competitors fold, the winner does not show his cards. Remy couldn't resist. He grinned while he lay down for everyone to see, the most horrible hand he had ever had.
''Oops.'' He said while collecting the cash.
He had won that last game honestly. Yeah, the last game. He had never told them about the cards up his sleeve in every other game. They seemed to slip there almost by accident. He flipped a card and made it disappear and appear, and disappear again. He remembered those tricks. Actually, he remembered a bit more than just that. All the pieces fell in place; the tunnels, the jewels, the painting, the museum, the biker's wallet that had magically materialized in his pocket just before they left the pub, it all made sense now. But he couldn't tell anyone. ~Don' need no one gettin' all moralistic on m'.~ Besides, they would surely throw him out, he suspected that it was not what Xavier knew about him. But he knew it non-the-less: he was a thief. A thief with no criminal records; meaning a pretty damn good thief.
Tired but not wanting to go to sleep yet, Remy walked to the basketball field. His eyes could see pretty well in the dark, so he had no trouble at all that it was nearly half past three at night. The court was far enough away from the mansion to not wake anyone. Well, except maybe Wolverine, but Remy found himself not really caring about that.
Soon Remy realized shooting hoops was a very monotonous and boring activity. He didn't miss one time. Not from the left, not from the right, not with his left hand, not with his eyes closed, not while standing on one hand, not while making a back flip, not hanging upside down from a tree, not while having a smoke, not while *insert stupid activity *, not ever. It made the game pretty boring.
He dribbled the ball, how could he make this game a bit more interesting...
''No fair! A normal human would've never been able t' do dat!''
''Yeah! You a cheat!''
''You jus' jealous cos you suck at dis game!''
''Least I don' cheat.''
''I don' cheat.'' Remy looked at him harshly with a slight sparkle in his eyes.
There was a slight change in Lapin's expression but it rapidly changed back. ''Yeah, y' did.''
''I didn'.''
''Did too.''
''Did not.''
A pink glow slowly started radiating from the ball. ''Remy, mon cousin, no need to get all worked up, ney?''
''Duck!'' He yelled at the same time as throwing the ball into a nearby tree. It exploded at impact. The man that had been hiding there fell to the ground, and his rifle hit him the head knocking him out cold.
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The mansion was pretty peaceful; everyone was asleep, when suddenly a big and extremely loud explosion came from de basketball field. Everyone woke up and ran out as fast as they could, thinking they were under attack.
''I remember how t' use m'powers!'' Remy shouted. Another explosion followed. ''Jus' don' remember how t'control dem!''
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A/N I've more or less decided what I'm going to do about this story. Finally.
On next: New clothes, some more memories and a confrontation...ooh, aren't you curious? So am I!
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