Disclaimer: Hey I don't own X-men if I did then Rogue would be dating Remy
in the X2 movie. I hate it how he wasn't in X2. The only part was when his
name was in the computer. But hey this is a disclaimer not a review, so
read the chapter and review.
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Drifters
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Chapter 11: Fifty Miles East
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Gambit sat there in silence listening to everything that was said between Magneto and the others. Earlier Remy gave John a two-way radio so they could hear each other if they needed help, otherwise don't turn it on and leave it alone. Were Remy's words, as he gave it to John. It was connected to his earring that he always wore, and fiddled with. So Remy wasn't sure if he had either intentionally or unintentionally turned him on, so Remy heard everything that was said and wasn't too happy. He was totally pissed off to be precise. One that Magneto had lied to him, he said just the girl no one else will be taken or harmed. And the fact that he now knew Magneto had no intentions of letting him go, he wanted revenge.
Remy sighed and shook his head of his plots for revenge, for now any way. He had to focus on helping Rogue, whom was the only one that he knew he could get to help him get his revenge, considering that Magneto had a lot of friends in high places.
First thing he noticed was she had his coat and gloves. Remy chuckled still pretty weak he said " Y'd make a good t'ief chere." He then picked up his gloves and put the on, like a doctor prepping for surgery. Carefully he inspected the bullet wound on her right shoulder, and cringed when at the sight of it. " Remy t'ink y' made dis worse p'tite." Remy said quietly as he took a deep breath. " Remy sorry 'bout dis." He said as he put his gloved thumb and pointer finger inside the wound to retrieve the bullet. Rogue's body tensed but she did no wake. Remy was grateful that she was still out of it. No need for her to go through more pain then she needed to.
Finally he found the bullet and slowly pulled it. There in the palm of his bloody gloved hand lay a small inch long silver tranquilizer, practically empty except for a few drops of a green chemical that Remy had never seen before. ' Dam.' Remy thought, the dart had poisoned her. That's why see became so out of it and collapsed.
Remy pocketed the dart and tried to figure out how he could help her, but nothing came to mind. There was nowhere he could really take. She needed medical attention but where? She was a mutant and he couldn't get doctors to help her with out them figuring out she was a mutant, and Remy was willing to bet that the hospitals here were not mutant friendly.
Remy tried to think of where he was. His first instinct was to take her to the hospital but that was out the window, his next thought of a totally safe place was his home, in New Orleans. It was the only place that he could be sure that she would be completely safe. Though he wasn't too sure that his family would be willing to help, of course they would help. Not for him but because it was the right thing. He tried a couple other scenarios in his head but they all played out all wrong. Rogue's only hope was if he took her to his hometown, as much as he didn't want to. Remy sighed he had no choice. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let her die. And besides New Orleans was only six hours away, and knowing him he would be able to cut it down to four maybe three and a half.
Remy took his trench coat and covered her making sure that none of her skin was exposed. Going over his so called brilliant plan that made no sense what so ever. He was going to steal a truck, motorcycle, car whatever drive about four, five hours to the Bayou in New Orleans, to a family he wasn't to sure would even want to see him but at least he knew they would help Rogue. He wasn't even sure why he was so determined to help. He was willing to go back to a family that he hadn't seen in years. He was supposed to take her to Magneto so that he could get his revenge. Remy himself wanted revenge against Magneto. And helping Magneto was not an option.
He wanted to get back at Trask for locking him up. It was after he left home, Trask had found him captured him, and then experimented on him. Even though Magneto saved him from that hellhole with Trask. Magneto didn't exactly give him the freedom he hoped for. He basically gave him an ultimatum of either staying with Trask or working for him. At the time going with Magneto sounded a lot better, with all his talk of making things better for mutants he didn't think it would require him to do some things even he wasn't to proud of. On a few occasions when he got up enough courage to leave Magneto or disobey him Magneto would beat him to a bloody pulp for even attempting such a thing. Throwing anything that he could grab with a magnetic pull and fling it at him while he ranted on and on, made him see where his daughter got the temper. He didn't want to go back but he had to get this stupid tracking devise behind his ear removed. He didn't know if others knew about it, but he found it after the first time tried to escape, he figured it was there before that though. All Magnetos' lackeys had them whether he trusted them or not. And the only non life threatening way to remove it was to have the devil himself, the master of Magnesium remove it cause it was connected to some important vain that led to the brain, how something so small could be such a problem he didn't know.
Remy walked cautiously down the way to quiet streets, caring a totally out of it Rogue bridal style in his arms, he was still aware of Trask's men still wandering around as he walked. Some people had returned to the streets, a very few number of people, most were injured and appeared to be heading toward the hospital, which were Remy would have been taking Rogue if he felt that she would be safe there. Why her safety at the moment meant so much to him he didn't know and didn't dwell on it. It was then that an elderly man walking alone down the streets appearing to be injured, as he walked with a limp either of old age or injury he didn't know. Remy tried to avoid walking by him but the man came walking right up to him, giving him a questionable look.
The old man eyed Remy and the girl in his arms; he could see the blood that had begun to sink threw Remy's trench coat, and the small blood trails that were on her face. " You should take her to the hospital young man." He said simply, acting like it was no bid deal. Remy nodded, to act as if he was going to take his advice but the old man shook his head and gave him a knowing smile. " You know about 50 miles out of town heading east, there is a man that used to live her until his mutation. He now lives alone and takes care of injured mutants that the rebels attack, the ones that we can save at least. He can help you and her." He said as he began to limp off towards his destination. " His name is Hank, Hank McCoy. Tell him Peter Samora sent you." He said as he gave him a final look.
Remy stood there shocked. How did he know? What made him think he knew he and Rogue were mutants? Remy turned around quickly to see the old mans retreating form." Hey Monsieur, how'd y' know?" Remy had to ask; it was one of those things that if you didn't find out and you missed an opportunity to find out you would kick your self later. The man slowly turned around at the sound of his voice. He didn't say anything just gave Remy that knowing smile that all elders have when they are trying to teach you something important. The old man looked over his shoulder and with his right hand brought two fingers up and pointed at his own eyes, smiled and kept on limping off.
It was then that Remy realized he had yet to put his sunglasses back on, in fact he remembered taking them off or rather them falling off when he had help Rogue in the alley, when he collapsed. So she saw him his eyes and didn't say a thing. Granted she was poisoned and totally out of it but still, it was nice that someone didn't totally freak out about his eyes. Remy walked away with out looking back in search of a car he could hot wire and get to this Doc McCoy. It was better then risking his family's wrath at the moment, so his new destination was now to head 50 miles east. Although it could be a trap, but for some reason he felt he could trust the old man. Why he didn't know? Turns out he didn't know as much as he thought he did this night. Every thing was thrown out of perspective.
Remy walked the streets still holding Rogue's body close to his until he came upon an old looking beat up truck with the paint chipping away, with a trailer hitched up the back, covered by a tarp, obviously hiding something. To his luck the door wasn't too difficult to unlock with Rogue still in his arms, of coarse this was after he picked the lock a bit. Remy slid Rogue into the passenger side of the truck then slid into the driver's side. After checking the dashboard, sun visor, and under the ignition for the keys Remy settled on crossing a few wires and hot wiring the truck. Finding a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment he slid them on a drove off no need to freak out any more people with his eyes.
At first he drove the run down old truck slowly and cautiously a big change for the mad driver he usually was. So that he wouldn't add more trouble to the situation. He had been lucky so far; he hadn't run into a single soldier yet. He couldn't see why not. Why wouldn't they suspect a teenager leaving town at about one in the morning?
Just when he thought he was home free he came across a roadblock that was crawling with soldiers just his luck. What could he say? Anything but the truth, hello sir me and my friends here are mutants running away from you, we just need to get by and to the doctors. Thank you. Sure that would work. He looked over at Rogue and pulled her a bit closer to him so that she was resting her head on his shoulder. Making sure to hide the blood that was still flowing from her wound. While putting an arm behind her back and across her shoulder being mindful of her wound he began to slow down, as an officer walked up to the window. Remy took a deep breath to try and clam down and come up with a better excuse in oh about three seconds.
He was at a complete stop now about a few feet away form the barricade. About six men with flashlights stopped what they were doing and stared at them. Four out of the six had firearms and two of them had them already aimed at him. Remy gulped. Never before had he ever been so nervous. Why? Maybe cause he knew that if they caught him they would drag him back to area 51. Back to his life of being experimented on, and this time no one would be there to save him. He didn't want to go back to being a lab rat; there was no way he would go down with out a fight. So what if there was no one to save him, he didn't ask Magneto to save him. He could of broken out, eventually.
A tall man in a dark navy blue suit with patches of bulletproof vests shown threw in areas mostly targeted for gunshots. He was obviously a captain. He held a flashlight a little above his head as he walked toward the truck window. Remy greeted him with his best there's-no-problem-here-smile.
" Where are you off too, this late?" he asked coldly, glancing into the truck at Rogue resting comfortable in Remy's arms. He shown the light in on Rogue's face causing her to squirm a bit, apparently she was no long unconscious.
" Logan?" She said in a tired and completely out of it voice. Remy shushed her quietly and then hugged her closer to him.
" Easy p'tite we be dere soon. Go back t' sleep." Remy then looked over at the angry looking soldier. " We.we be goin' t' a'loop." He lied. That was it, this was his brilliant plan, to lie and say he and Rogue ran away to get married. Why? He was such an idiot. Even he wouldn't believe it if he heard it. So this was it, he was going to go back to Trask and be experimented on like a lab rat. All thanks to his dumb ideas, why did he take this way? Why didn't he just wait it out? Why was he in such a rush and couldn't think straight recently? Why was he second-guessing himself? What's with all the questions? Remy's mind was a confused mess at the moment with all these questions plaguing his mind.
The captain gave him a skeptic look, like he was trying to figure him out. It was also a look of I-wasn't-born-yesterday-you-know. He looked over his shoulder to another officer that had just walked around the back end of the truck and he nodded. The man that he emerged form behind the truck nodded in response, he was much younger and beneath his helmet you could see his light blonde hair. Which confused Remy a bit, why were they nodding. " Alright you can go." Relief washed over Remy, inside he was overjoyed, as he externally remained calm, and nodded. The barricade lifted and Remy slowly drove off.
That was too easy he thought. There is no way that he would just let them go with that lam ass excuse. He didn't even believe it himself, why should he? Why did they let them go that easily?
" Why did you let them go so easily Captain Garcia?" The one younger man asked the captain. The captain looked down at him and snorted.
" Are you questioning my authority? We have more important things to do them worry about a bunch of horny teenagers. Now get to work and find me those mutants." He ordered as he walked back to his tent, as he turned to walk back his eyes let off a small faint flash of a yellow glow.
" Yes Sir." The blonde saluted and turned around to follow orders.
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Once out of view form the city Remy hit the gas and sped off, fifty miles east. From what he could tell Rogue fell back into the unconscious, she was still losing blood and really needed some professional help. Even though he wasn't too sure if he could trust this Doctor Hank McCoy he was still willing to risk it.
He was hitting about ninety miles per hour as he hit the fifty-mile mark and began to slow down. Then he saw it a small old country cottage came into view. It was a deep brown color though who could tell at the dead of night. It was surrounded by a small area of rather large trees and a glass green house on the far right of the property about 20 feet or so away form the house it self. He thought he heard some toads, and crickets from a near by swamp but it was again too dark to tell.
Remy carried Rogue out of the truck bridal style as he continued to huge her limp form close to his. He walked up the four small steps that led up to the porch. On the porch were a number of flowers and on the far end form what he could make out was an old white porch swing. . He slowly approached the large oak door, and looked around the frame for a doorbell. He found one easily on the left side and bumped his elbow into it. The loud ringing of the bell echoed in the empty house. Remy waited a few seconds, and then rang the bell again when there was no answer. This time he heard a small thud every so often. Not at all like footsteps, it was as if some one was hoping to the door. Before Remy could think about this anymore the door swung open. Remy look ahead but saw no one, until an extremely tired voice from below caught his attention.
" What? It's like two in the fricken morin' yo." A filthy looking teenage boy about 16 or 17 complained, one hand holding the doorknob and the other rubbing his tired sleep filled eyes. He had greasy looking hair that went every which way and was in a pair of green and yellow frog boxers, and a dirty white T-shirt. He was crouching down on the floor just looking up at Remy waiting for answer. Remy couldn't really answer. This was the Doctor McCoy he was sent to?
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Authors Note: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! I have the worst writers block ever. This is as much as I wrote before I got stuck. But here you go please enjoy and sorry for the late update. Oh and just for those of you that didn't get it, the Captain was Mystique, and the frog boy at the door is Toad. Until my next update. Which will be while thanks to my writer's block. Suggestions are welcomed. And does anyone out there know what the one guy, Master Minds, real name is. You know the guy that altered Wanda's memories in the show, if you know please tell me. I need it for future chapters.
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Take Care Rogue Star
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Drifters
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Chapter 11: Fifty Miles East
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Gambit sat there in silence listening to everything that was said between Magneto and the others. Earlier Remy gave John a two-way radio so they could hear each other if they needed help, otherwise don't turn it on and leave it alone. Were Remy's words, as he gave it to John. It was connected to his earring that he always wore, and fiddled with. So Remy wasn't sure if he had either intentionally or unintentionally turned him on, so Remy heard everything that was said and wasn't too happy. He was totally pissed off to be precise. One that Magneto had lied to him, he said just the girl no one else will be taken or harmed. And the fact that he now knew Magneto had no intentions of letting him go, he wanted revenge.
Remy sighed and shook his head of his plots for revenge, for now any way. He had to focus on helping Rogue, whom was the only one that he knew he could get to help him get his revenge, considering that Magneto had a lot of friends in high places.
First thing he noticed was she had his coat and gloves. Remy chuckled still pretty weak he said " Y'd make a good t'ief chere." He then picked up his gloves and put the on, like a doctor prepping for surgery. Carefully he inspected the bullet wound on her right shoulder, and cringed when at the sight of it. " Remy t'ink y' made dis worse p'tite." Remy said quietly as he took a deep breath. " Remy sorry 'bout dis." He said as he put his gloved thumb and pointer finger inside the wound to retrieve the bullet. Rogue's body tensed but she did no wake. Remy was grateful that she was still out of it. No need for her to go through more pain then she needed to.
Finally he found the bullet and slowly pulled it. There in the palm of his bloody gloved hand lay a small inch long silver tranquilizer, practically empty except for a few drops of a green chemical that Remy had never seen before. ' Dam.' Remy thought, the dart had poisoned her. That's why see became so out of it and collapsed.
Remy pocketed the dart and tried to figure out how he could help her, but nothing came to mind. There was nowhere he could really take. She needed medical attention but where? She was a mutant and he couldn't get doctors to help her with out them figuring out she was a mutant, and Remy was willing to bet that the hospitals here were not mutant friendly.
Remy tried to think of where he was. His first instinct was to take her to the hospital but that was out the window, his next thought of a totally safe place was his home, in New Orleans. It was the only place that he could be sure that she would be completely safe. Though he wasn't too sure that his family would be willing to help, of course they would help. Not for him but because it was the right thing. He tried a couple other scenarios in his head but they all played out all wrong. Rogue's only hope was if he took her to his hometown, as much as he didn't want to. Remy sighed he had no choice. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let her die. And besides New Orleans was only six hours away, and knowing him he would be able to cut it down to four maybe three and a half.
Remy took his trench coat and covered her making sure that none of her skin was exposed. Going over his so called brilliant plan that made no sense what so ever. He was going to steal a truck, motorcycle, car whatever drive about four, five hours to the Bayou in New Orleans, to a family he wasn't to sure would even want to see him but at least he knew they would help Rogue. He wasn't even sure why he was so determined to help. He was willing to go back to a family that he hadn't seen in years. He was supposed to take her to Magneto so that he could get his revenge. Remy himself wanted revenge against Magneto. And helping Magneto was not an option.
He wanted to get back at Trask for locking him up. It was after he left home, Trask had found him captured him, and then experimented on him. Even though Magneto saved him from that hellhole with Trask. Magneto didn't exactly give him the freedom he hoped for. He basically gave him an ultimatum of either staying with Trask or working for him. At the time going with Magneto sounded a lot better, with all his talk of making things better for mutants he didn't think it would require him to do some things even he wasn't to proud of. On a few occasions when he got up enough courage to leave Magneto or disobey him Magneto would beat him to a bloody pulp for even attempting such a thing. Throwing anything that he could grab with a magnetic pull and fling it at him while he ranted on and on, made him see where his daughter got the temper. He didn't want to go back but he had to get this stupid tracking devise behind his ear removed. He didn't know if others knew about it, but he found it after the first time tried to escape, he figured it was there before that though. All Magnetos' lackeys had them whether he trusted them or not. And the only non life threatening way to remove it was to have the devil himself, the master of Magnesium remove it cause it was connected to some important vain that led to the brain, how something so small could be such a problem he didn't know.
Remy walked cautiously down the way to quiet streets, caring a totally out of it Rogue bridal style in his arms, he was still aware of Trask's men still wandering around as he walked. Some people had returned to the streets, a very few number of people, most were injured and appeared to be heading toward the hospital, which were Remy would have been taking Rogue if he felt that she would be safe there. Why her safety at the moment meant so much to him he didn't know and didn't dwell on it. It was then that an elderly man walking alone down the streets appearing to be injured, as he walked with a limp either of old age or injury he didn't know. Remy tried to avoid walking by him but the man came walking right up to him, giving him a questionable look.
The old man eyed Remy and the girl in his arms; he could see the blood that had begun to sink threw Remy's trench coat, and the small blood trails that were on her face. " You should take her to the hospital young man." He said simply, acting like it was no bid deal. Remy nodded, to act as if he was going to take his advice but the old man shook his head and gave him a knowing smile. " You know about 50 miles out of town heading east, there is a man that used to live her until his mutation. He now lives alone and takes care of injured mutants that the rebels attack, the ones that we can save at least. He can help you and her." He said as he began to limp off towards his destination. " His name is Hank, Hank McCoy. Tell him Peter Samora sent you." He said as he gave him a final look.
Remy stood there shocked. How did he know? What made him think he knew he and Rogue were mutants? Remy turned around quickly to see the old mans retreating form." Hey Monsieur, how'd y' know?" Remy had to ask; it was one of those things that if you didn't find out and you missed an opportunity to find out you would kick your self later. The man slowly turned around at the sound of his voice. He didn't say anything just gave Remy that knowing smile that all elders have when they are trying to teach you something important. The old man looked over his shoulder and with his right hand brought two fingers up and pointed at his own eyes, smiled and kept on limping off.
It was then that Remy realized he had yet to put his sunglasses back on, in fact he remembered taking them off or rather them falling off when he had help Rogue in the alley, when he collapsed. So she saw him his eyes and didn't say a thing. Granted she was poisoned and totally out of it but still, it was nice that someone didn't totally freak out about his eyes. Remy walked away with out looking back in search of a car he could hot wire and get to this Doc McCoy. It was better then risking his family's wrath at the moment, so his new destination was now to head 50 miles east. Although it could be a trap, but for some reason he felt he could trust the old man. Why he didn't know? Turns out he didn't know as much as he thought he did this night. Every thing was thrown out of perspective.
Remy walked the streets still holding Rogue's body close to his until he came upon an old looking beat up truck with the paint chipping away, with a trailer hitched up the back, covered by a tarp, obviously hiding something. To his luck the door wasn't too difficult to unlock with Rogue still in his arms, of coarse this was after he picked the lock a bit. Remy slid Rogue into the passenger side of the truck then slid into the driver's side. After checking the dashboard, sun visor, and under the ignition for the keys Remy settled on crossing a few wires and hot wiring the truck. Finding a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment he slid them on a drove off no need to freak out any more people with his eyes.
At first he drove the run down old truck slowly and cautiously a big change for the mad driver he usually was. So that he wouldn't add more trouble to the situation. He had been lucky so far; he hadn't run into a single soldier yet. He couldn't see why not. Why wouldn't they suspect a teenager leaving town at about one in the morning?
Just when he thought he was home free he came across a roadblock that was crawling with soldiers just his luck. What could he say? Anything but the truth, hello sir me and my friends here are mutants running away from you, we just need to get by and to the doctors. Thank you. Sure that would work. He looked over at Rogue and pulled her a bit closer to him so that she was resting her head on his shoulder. Making sure to hide the blood that was still flowing from her wound. While putting an arm behind her back and across her shoulder being mindful of her wound he began to slow down, as an officer walked up to the window. Remy took a deep breath to try and clam down and come up with a better excuse in oh about three seconds.
He was at a complete stop now about a few feet away form the barricade. About six men with flashlights stopped what they were doing and stared at them. Four out of the six had firearms and two of them had them already aimed at him. Remy gulped. Never before had he ever been so nervous. Why? Maybe cause he knew that if they caught him they would drag him back to area 51. Back to his life of being experimented on, and this time no one would be there to save him. He didn't want to go back to being a lab rat; there was no way he would go down with out a fight. So what if there was no one to save him, he didn't ask Magneto to save him. He could of broken out, eventually.
A tall man in a dark navy blue suit with patches of bulletproof vests shown threw in areas mostly targeted for gunshots. He was obviously a captain. He held a flashlight a little above his head as he walked toward the truck window. Remy greeted him with his best there's-no-problem-here-smile.
" Where are you off too, this late?" he asked coldly, glancing into the truck at Rogue resting comfortable in Remy's arms. He shown the light in on Rogue's face causing her to squirm a bit, apparently she was no long unconscious.
" Logan?" She said in a tired and completely out of it voice. Remy shushed her quietly and then hugged her closer to him.
" Easy p'tite we be dere soon. Go back t' sleep." Remy then looked over at the angry looking soldier. " We.we be goin' t' a'loop." He lied. That was it, this was his brilliant plan, to lie and say he and Rogue ran away to get married. Why? He was such an idiot. Even he wouldn't believe it if he heard it. So this was it, he was going to go back to Trask and be experimented on like a lab rat. All thanks to his dumb ideas, why did he take this way? Why didn't he just wait it out? Why was he in such a rush and couldn't think straight recently? Why was he second-guessing himself? What's with all the questions? Remy's mind was a confused mess at the moment with all these questions plaguing his mind.
The captain gave him a skeptic look, like he was trying to figure him out. It was also a look of I-wasn't-born-yesterday-you-know. He looked over his shoulder to another officer that had just walked around the back end of the truck and he nodded. The man that he emerged form behind the truck nodded in response, he was much younger and beneath his helmet you could see his light blonde hair. Which confused Remy a bit, why were they nodding. " Alright you can go." Relief washed over Remy, inside he was overjoyed, as he externally remained calm, and nodded. The barricade lifted and Remy slowly drove off.
That was too easy he thought. There is no way that he would just let them go with that lam ass excuse. He didn't even believe it himself, why should he? Why did they let them go that easily?
" Why did you let them go so easily Captain Garcia?" The one younger man asked the captain. The captain looked down at him and snorted.
" Are you questioning my authority? We have more important things to do them worry about a bunch of horny teenagers. Now get to work and find me those mutants." He ordered as he walked back to his tent, as he turned to walk back his eyes let off a small faint flash of a yellow glow.
" Yes Sir." The blonde saluted and turned around to follow orders.
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Once out of view form the city Remy hit the gas and sped off, fifty miles east. From what he could tell Rogue fell back into the unconscious, she was still losing blood and really needed some professional help. Even though he wasn't too sure if he could trust this Doctor Hank McCoy he was still willing to risk it.
He was hitting about ninety miles per hour as he hit the fifty-mile mark and began to slow down. Then he saw it a small old country cottage came into view. It was a deep brown color though who could tell at the dead of night. It was surrounded by a small area of rather large trees and a glass green house on the far right of the property about 20 feet or so away form the house it self. He thought he heard some toads, and crickets from a near by swamp but it was again too dark to tell.
Remy carried Rogue out of the truck bridal style as he continued to huge her limp form close to his. He walked up the four small steps that led up to the porch. On the porch were a number of flowers and on the far end form what he could make out was an old white porch swing. . He slowly approached the large oak door, and looked around the frame for a doorbell. He found one easily on the left side and bumped his elbow into it. The loud ringing of the bell echoed in the empty house. Remy waited a few seconds, and then rang the bell again when there was no answer. This time he heard a small thud every so often. Not at all like footsteps, it was as if some one was hoping to the door. Before Remy could think about this anymore the door swung open. Remy look ahead but saw no one, until an extremely tired voice from below caught his attention.
" What? It's like two in the fricken morin' yo." A filthy looking teenage boy about 16 or 17 complained, one hand holding the doorknob and the other rubbing his tired sleep filled eyes. He had greasy looking hair that went every which way and was in a pair of green and yellow frog boxers, and a dirty white T-shirt. He was crouching down on the floor just looking up at Remy waiting for answer. Remy couldn't really answer. This was the Doctor McCoy he was sent to?
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Authors Note: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!! I have the worst writers block ever. This is as much as I wrote before I got stuck. But here you go please enjoy and sorry for the late update. Oh and just for those of you that didn't get it, the Captain was Mystique, and the frog boy at the door is Toad. Until my next update. Which will be while thanks to my writer's block. Suggestions are welcomed. And does anyone out there know what the one guy, Master Minds, real name is. You know the guy that altered Wanda's memories in the show, if you know please tell me. I need it for future chapters.
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Take Care Rogue Star