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"I need to talk to Gambit. It is an emergency." Hank had said to a certain Pyromaniac the second he walked into the room. "Would you please get him for me?"
Pyro stared at the blue beast as if he had gotten hairier—god forbid. He placed his hands on his hips and snapped his gum. "Your legs aren't broken; you go get him."
Jean, who was now leaning against a table, cocked up both of her brows. Her eyes widened with surprise; she was quite taken back. That Pyro sure had spunk to say something like that at a time like this. Then again, it was Pyro. "I'll go get him." The red head offered quietly on her way to the door, Pyro grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"So, now you think you can do my job? Pyro don't think so."
She shot him a look. Her dark green eyes glared into his green eyes. "You practically just said 'no' to Hank, I just wanted to help."
"I never said 'no.,'" He stated matter-of-factly as he folded his arms over his chest. "I never do anythin' around this popsicle stand without complainin'."
She scrunched up her nose. "You're so rude."
In response, he bowed to her and then saluted at Hank. "One Cajun on rye comin' up, mate!"
Jean exchanged glances with Hank, "Was he born that way or is this a recent development?"
Hank shrugged, wondering when Pyro had lost his mind; although there probably was plausible evidence he never had one to lose. "The world may never know."
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"How?" Rogue whispered against the Cajun's velvety smooth lips. She was still flat up against the wall, feeling the warmth of his body against her. Her body felt numb except for the tingling feeling located at the peak of her nose that she wanted to scratch but she didn't dare move. She did; however, she tensed up when she felt his teeth against the bare flesh on the side of her neck. "Rem-Rem.."
"Don't know, Ro'." He answered, regrettably (and unwillingly) moving a step back. He was a ragin' Cajun with ragin' hormones. "An' right now, I don't really care."
Just the way he had said it, in his husky Cajun, made her stomach flutter. "As much as I hate to say it—" He gave her an appraising look, "I do care, Rem. If you can touch me, somethin' ain't right."
"Maybe it's fate."
"Maybe somethin' is wrong."
"You're still a girl scout, Ro'." Remy chuckled as he slowly took another step back. "Yet, there's somethin' about you.."
She smiled at him as she took a small step forward, away from the wall. "I do have a charmin' personally." She joked, wrapping her arms around herself.
"That ain't it." He decided, which made her scrunch up her nose and forehead for about two seconds. "Well, I mean, there's just always been—"
"Are ya decent?" A certain orange haired Australian wandered into the small room, one arm stretched out and with the hand from his free arm clasped over his eyes.
"Ya know, if ya shot him, no one would miss him." Rogue muttered, unwrapping her arms as she shook her head.
"I would miss him." Remy then proceeded to stick his tongue out at her. When she gave him a look, he shrugged and added, "Sort of. Kind of. Maybe." They both nearly jumped a mile when the blind sided Pyromaniac walked into a table. "John—take your hand away from your eyes."
"But you never said you were decent!"
"Okay, so I wouldn't." The Cajun, who looked slightly aggravated, said sharply at Rogue. "What do you want, John?"
"Decent?"
"Yes, I'm decent." He grumbled, running a hand through his hair. Rogue stifled a chuckle. "Now—"
"The Beastie boy wants to ch-check you out." Pyro then crossed his eyes, uncrossed them and then laughed. "Nah, he wants to talk to ya, mate! He said it was an elephant."
"An elephant?"
Pyro, who now looked dumbfounded, blinked. "No thanks. I already ate. You better go talk to Hanky-panky before he has a hernia."
Remy sighed, and walked towards the door. "Watch him." He said to Rogue before leaving.
Pyro said 'I will' as he stared blankly at Rogue. After a few seconds, he squinted at her. "Hey Absorbent Girl, is that a love bite on your neck?"
Rogue rolled her eyes and sighed heavily as she quickly exited the room. There was no way she was going to stand in a small room with that boy.
"Vacuum?" He had called after her, walking out right behind her.
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Hank felt as if the weight of the world was on him. First Kitty and then Scott. He didn't have much time for Kurt. As a blue chemical in a test tube began to boil over the Bunsen burner, Remy walked in. Jean had left a mere minute earlier to get something to eat. She was most likely going to breakdown over whatever she was eating when she remembered something about her dear Cyclops.
"The messenger said you wanted to talk to me?" Remy slurred lazily, leaving out the part about the elephant. He wasn't too sure about that. Hell, he knew Pyro wasn't too sure about that.
"Firstly, how are you feeling, Gambit?" Hank glanced over at the boiling chemical before looking over at him with a twitching eye.
Remy opened his mouth to say something but instead he thought about it. Lately, he had been feeling like his old self. Almost, at least. "Pretty good." Said the mutant who was infected with a mutant killing virus.
"I need to talk to you about what happens, before and after you were injected with—""Hank, I can barely remember what I had for breakfast."
"This is important, Gambit. The virus isn't affecting you the way it is with the others."
"You mean it ain't killin' me?"
"This is all very complicated. I need to find out what you aren't being affected like the others."
Remy sucked in air, "You think it could have some weird effect on my mutant gene?"
"Precisely."
"Hey, y'all busy?" Rogue stood in the doorway. Although her face was expressionless, Remy could see the annoyed look in her eyes. He did, however, miss the small, oval shaped bruise on her neck. "I have a feelin' I interrupted somethin'."
"Actually Rogue, I'd still have to obtain a blood sample from you."
"What?" Remy suddenly asked, giving both Hank and Rogue an absurd look. "You never got tested?" He asked Rogue, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Are you nuts? There's a chance you could have.."
Pyro appeared behind Rogue. "Got tested for what? HIV? AIDS? STDS? Roguey, how could you?"
Although he was kidding, Rogue elbowed him in the stomach as she turned on her heel. "I need a goddamn cigarette."
"Hey!" Remy walked after her, "If I can't smoke, you sure as hell aren't."
"Wait—I need to talk to you about.." Hank groaned, burying his face into his large hands. "Nothing ever goes as planned."
"Well, duh." Pyro said, rubbing his stomach with a pained look on his face. "You're better off separating the two drongos. And Panky, your test tube is overflowing."
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"Everything is so messed up." Rogue sat in the elevator, leaning against Remy.
"You should have gotten tested." He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and gently ran his fingertips up and down her upper arm. "Just to make sure, you know?" Well, apparently she didn't know. Rogue just mumbled something, not caring too much. "Hank thinks I was affected differently than the others. Think I should tell him I can.."
"You have to."
"No, I don't. Lets run away."
"Fun. Maybe Trask'll catch us again. He is still out there, y'know. Plottin' against mutants.."
"I bet he's a mutant who got a lousy power. Jealous of us, the mutants with the nifty powers."
Rogue shifted uncomfortably. "Some aren't so nifty, LeBeau."
"Shootin' lasers out of your eyes wasn't anywhere nifty to begin with anyway."
"They were optic blasts."
"Ooh, sorry. Didn't mean to offend you." He teased with a smirk. As he was about to say something else, a ding was heard and the elevator door opened. Jean walked in, looking as stoned as ever. When she saw the two, tears sprung out of her eyes, she wailed 'SCOTT' and ran away. "Wow. She's really annoyin'.."
"She has a right to be, I mean.."
"If I croaked, would you act like that?" He asked softly as the doors closed. He glanced down at her, waiting for a response.
"Nah. But I'd host the after part of your funeral."
"Don't lie."
"Oh yes, Rem-Rem. I'd be an emotional wreck. I'd cry, smoke four packs of cigarettes a day, and every night I'd save you the chicken leg, waitin' for you to come home although you're six feet under and have bugs crawling all over your luscious body and eatin' your insides." After a moment of silence, they both made a face. "You're goin' to be okay, aren't ya Rem?"
"'Dunno. We better go have a chinwag with Hank though." They slowly got to their feet. When they did, they stood face-to-face. "I still want you to get tested."
"Fine." She mumbled, not in the mood to argue. He then leaned in and softly pressed his lips against her. She jolted back when she felt a spark. Not from pain, but from being surprised. "Stupid static electricity."
"Yeah." Remy mumbled, scratching his chin as he reached over to press a button on the panel. "Stupid static electricity."
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Meh, good enough.. I went ten-ish days without my computer because it died. Now it's back although it was formatted before I could save anything.. =( There's going to be two more parts (So, Adieu Part 6 will be the last chapter.)