Chapter 10

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Sunlight is baaaaaad...

So is wearing your boots to bed. Gets dirt and stuff all over the place.

Even worse is when your so-called friend comes in and starts talking about runny eggs and sausages with little white chunks of fat in them.

But the absolute baddest thing was now, leaning over the toilet and just wishing you'd start puking so you can start feeling better.

That, and having said friend standing there and laughing to themselves.

"Do you have ta stand dere?" Hung-over Remy mumbled.

"Da, I think that I do." Piotr chuckled. "I must admit, that was an excellent plan to stop Pyro."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever..." He started when he felt the taste of bile rise in his throat, but swallowed it back. "Ugh...wish I was dead."

"I have heard that from you before." Laughing, Piotr was about to go on when another person came up behind him.

"Hey, what's going on with you guys?" Kitty pushed her way in to see both men. "Breakfast is gonna be over soon."

"Argh! Don't mention food..." Remy moaned from his spot by the porcelain throne.

"Holy crap! What's wrong with you?!" She cried. Remy winced at the increase in volume. "Are you hung over?"

"No...I'm bulimic!" He managed to lift his head up off the seat and put on a weepy face. "I am soooo fat! Nobody likes me!" That earned him a scowl from Kitty and more laughter from Piotr.

"Oh, that's just soooo funny." She rolled her eyes. "But if you ever managed to tear yourself away from your little friend there, the Prof wants to go over what happened last night at some point today. Oh, and there's a DR session in an hour. Ta ta gentlemen!" With that, she left with an evil (for Kitty anyways) smirk on her face.

"Why de Hell didn't you tell me dat!?"

"I thought this would be more fun."

Damn Russians.

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The session had been, to say the least, very painful. And now, instead of being able to slink off and continue with the rest of their day, the team got to stay behind and watch the 'initiation' of Lorna Dane.

Standing away from the others in a rather hideous 'new recruits' uniform, Lorna was looking rather nervous. Most of the other mutants were sitting on the floor, waiting for this to be over, and one of them almost looked like he was dead. Actually, he looked dead when he came in. It was more the fact that she had to show off her powers to these people, it had more to do with the whole, She's-just-like-Magneto-so-let's-all-be-against-her thing.

"Alright kid, here's the deal," Scary old Wolverine started. "The point is to not get hit by anything. Dodge, blast, duck and cover, whatever. Think you can handle that?"

"Y-Yeah, sure, no problem." Oh boy.

With that, the lights dimmed, and the exercise began.

Lorna stood at the ready, her powers of magnetism enabling her to be aware of any presence of metal around her. Unfortunately, that didn't keep the first one from bonking her in the head.

"Ow!" She cried, rubbing the back of her head. "What the Hell was...Aw shit!" Lorna learned an important lesson: The session does not stop just because you got bonked in the head. The next one she managed to throw up a magnetic shield and just barely avoided getting hit. She kept the shield up for a bit, just incase anymore projectiles decided to get violent, and picked up the one that had hit her.

'Let's make this interesting, after all, gotta show theses guys that I know what I'm doing.' She thought and began to manipulate the molecules of the football sized projectile. She managed to change the shape into a perfect sphere, and lowered her shield.

Controlling the sphere was the easy part; it was making sure she nailed all the other flying objects with it that was a bit trickier. From the rest of the teams' vantage point, it was like watching a weird version of some video game. Suddenly, the level of difficultly went up, and Lorna saw about double the amount of hurty thingys come flying at her.

"Aw, double shit!" She broke the sphere into two and went back to destroying everything that came at her.

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"Well, that was certainly interesting." Was the general consensus of the demonstration.

"That's all you can say?! It was way cool!" Bobby exclaimed. "Like some crazy kind of pinball! And her form was perfect...and her hair was all shiny...and stuff..." He trailed off with a far away, glazed over look.

"Hey! Earth to the Ice dude!" Kurt tried snapping hid fingers in front of Bobby's eyes. "I think ve lost him."

"That's for sure." Scott came up behind them. "Come on Bobby, no drooling on the floor." He led the dazed Iceman down the hall to the elevator.

Still lingering outside the Danger Room, Rogue stood looking down at the still-looking-a-little-like-hammered-shit Cajun, who had decided to take up residence of the floor.

"Remy?" She gave him a little nudge with her foot. "Hey, ya dead?"

"Yes." Came the muffled reply. "Dead an' gone. Don' mourn me chere, move on wit' your life."

"Don't be such a baby! You can't honestly tell me that you're gonna be done in by a little booze." She said as she bent to help him up.

"I just might be!" He said a bit louder, then winced and grabbed his head. "What I wouldn't give for some kinda healin' power like ol' Wolvie got."

"Well, you ya settle for a cup of coffee and some aspirin?" Rogue asked as she led him down the hall to the elevator.

"Dat sounds great, but I gotta go meet wit' de Prof first. Wants to hear about last night."

"The bender you went on with Pyro, or the stopping of Pyro?"

"De second one."

"Ah, alright." She gave him a small smile. "How about I have coffee ready for when ya done?"

"You're a gem, you know dat?"

"Yeah, but you can keep saying it."

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"Well, seems you had a productive mission last night."

"I guess you could say dat."

They sat opposite each other with Xavier's massive desk between them. He couldn't help but notice how worn out the former Acolyte looked.

"So, tell me," Xavier started. "What gave you the idea to stop Mr. Allerdyce by getting him inebriated?" Remy just kind of looked at him like he was an alien. He tried again. "Why did you get him drunk?"

"Oh, yeah, dat." Remy stretched his arms over his head, trying to gather his thoughts so as not to sound like the incoherent moron that he was at the moment. "Best way to get Johnny to stop doin' anyt'ing, not just burnin' things, was to shove some liquor in his face. Always calmed him down."

Xavier had a small laugh at this. Looking at the young man across from him, he couldn't help but feel a sort of pity. Partly for how he must be feeling like Hell at the moment, but also for what was to come. This man, this mutant, this human being, was going to go through one of the most trying experience he would ever face; what he didn't know for sure was if Remy would even survive it. There was a chance, of course, but with all the obstacles that laid ahead even before they got to that point.

Turning his attention to Remy, he tried to mask his concerns, getting back to the matter at hand.

"So, after all this, do you feel that you're ready to par take in full team missions?"

"Huh?" Remy popped his head up like he had just been shook awake.

"Alright, no need to worry about that now." He wheeled out from behind his desk. "We'll talk more after you've had a chance to get some sleep, as well as something for your headache."

Remy looked at him for a moment, then gave a weak smile

"Thanks, 'ppreciate it." He made his way over to the door and was about to leave when Xavier stopped him.

"Remy..." He trailed off. Remy stopped and turned to look back at him

"Yeah? Somethin' wrong?" He noticed the worried look the Professor had on usually calm exterior.

"Just...look out for yourself." Was all the Prof would say.

"Hey, no worries." Remy opened the door to leave. "been doin' that for years, not gonna change now." With that, Remy left the office.

Xavier watched the spot where the mysterious Cajun had stood, and hoped to whatever Gods there were, that the young man was right.

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Whoo! There it is! Awesome Possum!

I have to give a great big honkin' shout out to EmeraldKatsEye, it was your random, kinda out of nowhere review that prompted me to finish this chapter and get it posted! Kudos to you! And a big round of applause!

Looking back, I think I shoulda titled this chapter "Remy is hung over and everyone notices it." Hehehehehe.

Onto the reviews!

EmeraldKatsEye: Again a big whoo hoo to you! Bishop around ain't a good thing at the moment, but that might all change...oooh, suspense!

nessie6: Damnit, don't you hate it when a reviewer dies? But fear not! For it was not actually nessie6, but a clone! The real nessie6 she be brought back with some retarded explanation as to why she was gone in the first place! (Grrrrr.....can ya tell, I'm not too thrilled with how they brought Colossus back in Astonishing? Grrrr...Stupid Marvel) And don't you worry, those crazy BH buggers will be sowing up here again within the next couple of chapters!

ishandahalf: Drunk John and Remy are lots of fun, aren't they? Hungover Remy isn't too fun though. If I had left them to their own devices, they probably would have wandered off a cliff, and then we'd have no John and no Remy! Oh the Horror!! Hehehe

Pomegranate Queen: Thanx for the B-day wish! Hope you liked this one.

Well, that all for now. Keep the reviews coming, they give me inspiration!

Leishy