It's finally here. My Romyness chapter. This chapter is dedicated to all
those that have been asking for the Romyness to come since the first
chapter. Thank you all for you patience and I promise there will be more
Romyness in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. There plain and simple people. :
" " - Talking vocally
* * - Alex and Rogue talking
( ) - Flaskback bit or recovered memories you pick
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Drifters
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Chapter 20: They Just Do
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" I fear that I still don't quite understand the concept." Hank told Remy with a confused _expression on his face as he sat at the kitchen table with Remy sitting across from him eating a bowl of Apple Jacks. It was late afternoon and they both had chosen to sleep in. A rare thing for him, but he was all right with it after staying late up into the night watching and checking over Toad, Wanda and Rogue; he was quiet exhausted. So for the first time in three years Hank Richard McCoy woke up at 12 noon, exactly twenty minutes before his guest Remy LeBeau awoke.
" What concept? There is no concept to understand." Remy told Mr. McCoy as he took another bite of his cereal. Hank watched him eat it a change from Todd that was for sure. The boy would eat cereal and at the same time he would try to catch flies and talk. It was a nightmare and you had to see it to believe it.
" How can there be no basic concept?" He asked. They had been debating for the last five minutes over this. And during the short morning, or rather afternoon, Hank believed that he and Remy had formed a somewhat good friendship. They managed to clear up there misunderstandings and Remy told him the full reasons as to why he was working for Magneto, but he still didn't believe it was the right thing but it was Remy's life and from what little he told him of his past it was not a pretty childhood or teenage years.
" Easy." Remy said swallowing another bite. He reached for the box of Apple Jacks and poured another bowl. " Y'see here Henri there is no concept because y' jus' don' need t' know why. De jus' do. An' if y' like um den go ahead, y' don' need a reason why." Remy explained sliding the bowl of Apple Jacks across the table to Mr. McCoy. The table itself was a fine cedar wood table. And the kitchen had a nice homey feel to it with a quaint little island in the center with the stove and oven on the right side and plenty of counter space on the left.
" No reason at all?" Hank asked as he picked up a spoon and stirred around his cereal around in little circles.
" Non." Remy answered between a mouthful shaking his head. Hank pondered the thought for a moment.
" But I still-" Mr. McCoy was cut off.
" Look Henri dey don' taste like apple. Dat's it. End o' story. Bye-bye. See y' later." Remy told him raising his voice louder then needed to be. " Now eat." Remy ordered him. It was actually quiet humorous Mr. McCoy thought.
" Alright." He told him as he fiddled around with the cereal like a little kid trying to avoid eating something they didn't want to eat. He sighed and finally took a bite. The cereal was tad soggy but other then that it had pleasing taste. He smiled and Remy gave him this I-told-you-so grin.
" Told y'." Remy said pouring himself another bowl. Hank smiled as he continued to eat the cereal.
" I still don't get it." Hank stated and Remy looked up to him. " Why do they call them Apple Jacks if they don't taste like apple?" Remy let out a laugh and Hank sat there clue less. Remy sighed and put his elbow on the table supporting his head with hand. Giving him an amused look.
" Y' worse den mon pere." Remy said in a light-hearted tone.
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He had yet to open his eyes but he was awake and a part of his face felt numb. He couldn't really remember what happened. The last thing that he could remember was Magneto coming and almost telling Logan that he used to work for him and- Max froze in realization. Magneto had told him. And the last thing he could remember was Logan's fist coming at him and that would explain why he felt like he got hit by a bus.
Slowly he opened his eyes. He was still in the cell from what he could tell. His vision was a tad blurry but images were starting become clearer but his right eye stayed bad like it was half open. But his vision was slowly improving it wasn't just blobs of color anymore. Again he froze sitting in front of him and staring at him was Logan.
" Welcome back Sleeping Beauty." Logan said gruffly. Max gave him a faint smile and Logan returned it with an amused look. " Don't worry I'm not goin' ta hit ya again. Nice shiner by the way." Logan commented. Embers then slowly reached up to his right eye and lightly touched it. In that instant it feel like someone had just dropped lemon juice into his eye. And a burning pain ripped threw his whole face.
" Aye puta madre." Embers cursed as he in a blinding speed removed his hand from his eye and clenched his fist in pain. From what little he felt it was pretty swollen. He heard Logan laughing from across the room and Max groaned as he started to try and get up.
" Stay down." Logan ordered, not in the mood to have the other eye in the same condition Max did as he was told.
" Why?" Max asked.
" They're coming for ya if you're unconscious." Logan whispered and he looked like he was straining his ears to hear them outside.
" Huh? How long was I out? And why do I need ta be unconscious?" Embers began to question. " And why didn't ya kill me? I sold you guys out."
Logan shushed him. " Quiet. Six hours. So they can take you and we can escape. I'll kill ya later and I know you did." He answered quickly.
" I know this won't mean much but I'm sorry." Embers told him with shame written on his face. He looked over to Logan and saw disappointment. He had never felt as horrible as he felt right then.
" You're not forgiven yet. You betrayed me and Rogue most of all. I'm used to it but the kid won't take it too well. So you're going to help me save her. I heard one of them say they were sending someone in for you if ya weren't up yet ta make sure you didn't have a concussion or something. Oh yeah and later you're telling me everything we just have to escape first." Logan said with an evil smile.
" What do I have ta do?" Embers asked not to sure if he really wanted to know.
" It's very simple." Logan told him as he got up and began to whisper his plan to the boy. * * *
" That's it. HERE TAKE IT!" Creed yelled out throwing a small package of trail mix at the boy. John's eyes lit up like a kid running down to see the Christmas tree full of presents beneath it on Christmas morning as he caught the very small 6 oz package.
" Oh my God. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you." John cried out in pure joy as he tried to open the small bag.
" You know you could of given it to him hours ago and save us both a head ache." The Russian informed Sabertooth. Creed growled.
" I just remembered I had it." Creed grumbled.
" Darn bag. How the bloody hell do you get this thing opened?" John asked having major difficulties opening the bag of trail mix as he fiddled around with the package.
" How long have you had it?" Piotr asked, the two of them a few feet ahead of John whom had stopped to try and open a very simple to open package of Trail Mix. " You don't want to know." Creed told him. " Well at least he's."
" Oh bloody hell." John yelled out as he violently ripped the package of trail mix open causing all of the trail mix to fall to the ground. " No, no, NO!" John wined as he collapsed done to his knees looking at his last chance of food. " Why God? Why are you torturing me so?" John cried out to the sky in agony.
" Were you about to say quiet?" Colossus asked Creed with an amused smile on his face.
" Shut up." Creed grumbled as he turned to continue walking.
" John." Piotr called back to him, John looked down and over to Piotr. " Come on. I promise the first place with food we pass, I'll buy you something okay?" Piotr told him.
" Promise?" John asked from the ground refusing to get up yet.
" Would I lie to you?" Piotr asked. John took a moment to think hard about it.
" Yes." He said after a few silent moments.
" John." Piotr said in shock he then sighed. " I swear I will get you food the first chance I get."
" You swear?" John asked raising an eyebrow.
" Yes." Piotr told him.
" On what?"
" Do I need to?"
" It would make me feel better."
" Look, I give you my word zat should be good enough."
" You make sure the first place or I'll tell Magneto about the brunette. You know the one at the bar, the one you left with when your buddies where getting attacked by an angry mob of MUTANT HATING MORONS." John yelled out the last part of his threat. Piotr's eyes grew wide in shock. He didn't know that John knew about that; guess the boy wasn't as drunk as he thought. Piotr thought wirily.
" You wouldn't dare." Was all Piotr could think of saying.
" Don't push me. I'm a starving Pyromaniac on the edge." John yelled out as he jumped up to his feet dusting off some dirt and mud from his pants.
" Okay. Okay, calm down." Piotr told him, he then sighed in defeat. " Alright, I promise the first place." Piotr told him. John smiled grateful that he had won.
" Alright then. Let's go. The faster we go the sooner I get my food. And I intend to be well fed when I am done, meaning my usual three or four meals won't be enough." John said marching ahead in a better mood.
" What have I gotten myself into?" Piotr muttered to himself as he followed behind John.
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" I'm in hell." Pietro muttered to himself as he watched Electra also known as Kim Grainger run the base. A job that should be his. He was Magneto's only son, it should be his job to run the base while he was away. But no, his father seemed to think that Electra was a better choice. He was sitting at a table in one of the offices with his feet propped up on the table during a meeting of the few heads of the base.
" What was that Pietro?" Electra snapped at him causing Pietro to jolt up into a straight sitting position.
" What? I didn't say anything." Pietro lied. The blond woman smiled evilly at him, her perfect lips curving into a smirk.
" Oh really? Cause I could of sworn I heard you say something." Kim told him shaking her head. " Nope, maybe you're just hearing things?" Pietro commented idly.
" People." Electra addressed the rest of the room. " That's all for now. I'll check up on what I asked of you in a few hours to make sure it is being taken care of." There were a few grunts of approval as they left the room.
Pietro smiled outwardly but inside he knew something was up. Being alone in a room with Kim was never a good thing. But he was never one to show fear outwardly so he decided to push her buttons a bit, have some fun get some revenge because she had his job. " Couldn't wait to get me alone could ya?" Pietro smirked as he plopped his feet back on the table.
" Please." Kim said rolling her ice blue eyes at the boy. " Look, daddy's boy, I worked hard to get here so don't go taking it out on me." She blew up at him.
" Whatever. I didn't bring it up, you did Kimi." Quicksilver informed her.
" Yeah but you were thinking it." Electra glared at him. " Look, I need you to go check on Embers for me. If he's out, take him to the med lab." Electra instructed him.
" He's your ex. You go check on him." Pietro shot back. He saw Electra's mouth drop. She quickly recovered and threw a lighting bolt right at him. If it wasn't for his super speed he would have been fried.
" He is not my ex." Kim told him slowly with venom in her voice. " Nothing ever happened, or will ever happen." She glared at him wanting to draw blood.
" Your just jealous that he chose Jean and not you. He didn't kill her when he was suppose to, he was ordered to and he didn't. What's worse was he saved her, and fell in love with her. You know that's why he left and sold out his so-called friends. Leaving us here. " Pietro told her. Kim clenched her fists at her sides other then that she appeared completely calm.
" I gave you an order, Maximoff. Now follow it." Electra said slowly and dangerously as a few sparks generated from her hands. Her long hair that reached to her mid back began to rise up slowly due to the excess electricity.
" Wow, someone's a little touchy." Pietro said as he walked to the door.
" I said go, Pietro." Electra said barley holding onto her sanity.
" Very well. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya." Pietro called out as he left the room in a white blur.
" AHHHH." Electra screamed out after she knew he was gone letting lose the building electrical charge that was gathering. Sending lighting bolts and waves of electricity threw out the room. Frying all furniture that wasn't metal in the room.
Once she let out all her energy she collapsed to the floor. Panting deeply out of breath, she was on her knees supporting her upper half of her with her hands. Then a small drop of liquid hit the ground gently. She tightened her eyes shut to keep any other tears from following the first one. " I'll get my revenge." She told herself.
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" Alright they're coming." Logan whispered to Embers. Max didn't respond to Logan but Logan knew Max got the message.
" Okay you hold back Wolverine and I'll get Embers." Logan heard a voice from outside give out orders. He then backed away from the door as it slowly opened. " Where is he?" A silver headed boy asked. Logan nodded in Embers direction and one of the guards walked up five feet away from his with a spear looking thing.
" Like that'll hold me back." Logan said with a disappointed look.
" Oh I think it will. It has about a 10,000 watts of voltage in it. So I wouldn't try any funny business if I were you." The nameless guard warned Logan. Logan didn't say anything he just watched as the silver headed boy checked on Embers body, knowing he would find Max appearing to be unconscious.
" He's out." The silver headed boy stated as he threw Embers over his shoulder to carry him out.
" Take care of him, would ya." Logan called out from his spot pinned against the wall.
" Oh I'll do just that." The lean silver headed boy said with an evil smirk. As he walked out, the other guard walked back slowly carefully watching Logan to make sure he didn't try any funny business.
" Perfect." Logan said to himself. His first part of his plan already in action.
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" So we all squared away?" Remy asked Hank whom nodded.
" Yes. Apple Jack don't taste like apple. You eat it because it's good and high in sugar and the fact that it has no nutritional value," Mr. McCoy explained. Remy smiled.
" Close enough," Remy said pouring his fourth bowl of cereal.
" Good." Mr. McCoy smiled as he sipped his coffee and continued to read his paper, for a moment thinking how one simple question could lead to a half hour discussion. He glanced at Remy and watch him eat his bowl of cereal. He then saw him pause with a spoon full of cereal right in front of his mouth.
" So chere, how long y' gonna stand dere?" Remy asked then he fed the spoon into his mouth not bothering to look at her. Mr. McCoy was a bit startled he glanced over to the kitchen entrance and saw Rogue standing there watching them. He took notice to her attire right away. She was dressed in some of Wanda's spare clothing a pair of black sweats and a red long sleeve along with a pair of red gloves. Her right arm was still in the sling he had given her. Apparently she had been up for a while. Hank thought as he took another sip of his coffee.
" Good afternoon." Hank greeted. He saw her smiled faintly.
" 'Member ant'ing yet?" Remy asked with a mouth full still not looking at her.
" No." He heard her say faintly, she still remained in the doorway.
" How's your shoulder?" Mr. McCoy asked her.
" Better." Was all she said.
" Care to join us?" Hank asked. Rogue didn't really make a move.
" Come on chere we don' bite." Remy told her finishing off his cereal. " Alright I t'ink now I am finally full." He told Mr. McCoy.
" And it only took you four bowls of cereal." Hank commented dryly.
" And two pieces of toast." Remy added on with a smirk. He slowly got up and put his plate in the sink.
" With Grape Jelly?" Rogue asked from the doorway. Remy paused his hand still in the sink and he looked over towards her.
" Non. Henri here don' have grape, only raspberry. Why would y' say dat chere?" Remy asked turning around to fully face her.
" It's ya favorite right?" Rogue asked a little hesitantly. Remy was so shocked all he could do was nod. How did she know that? Was the main question plaguing his mind.
" How'd y' know dat p'tite?" Remy asked her. He saw Rogue gulp.
" This voices in my head. There are tons of them and one of them just said it. It almost sounded like you." Rogue said a little shaken up.
" Well dat explains it." Remy said a little unsure of what else to say. " So these voices remember who they are?" He asked.
Rogue thought for a moment then answered him. " Kind of." Remy nodded.
" Do y' know how many dere are Rogue?" Remy asked Rogue shook her head no.
" They just come and go. It's like their ghost or something whispering in my ear." Rogue told him still standing in the doorway.
" Huh." Remy said he looked to Hank. He was silent threw out the whole thing.
" You know you may come in and eat with us my dear." Mr. McCoy said gesturing towards an empty seat at the table.
" Yeah Rogue we don't bite." Remy told her. " Toast?" Remy asked as Rogue cautiously took a seat across form Hank in Remy's old seat.
Rogue had to think for a moment. Did she even like toast? Was the main question in her head. The voices in her head kept on putting in their two cents. Yes, No, wheat, white. Make it stop she wanted to scream.
* Rogue you okay?* It was Alex. She had gotten to know the girl trapped inside her head.
* Fahne. * Rogue answered trying to think straight.
* I can put them away if you want?* Alex asked, and a question popped into Rogue head.
* Ya can do that?* Rogue asked.
* Not really, but I can ask them to quiet down. You had some wall up before but it's gone now.* Alex explained to her. * No. They're part of me right?* Rogue asked.
* Kind of. I think.* Alex answered.
* Good enough.* Rogue told her.
" Rogue?" Remy called to her, snapping Rogue out of her conversation with Alex. Both men were looking at her with a worried glance, Rogue shook her head clear for a moment.
" Ah'm fahne." Rogue answered the question she knew they would ask any moment.
" So do y' still want de toast?" Remy asked. Again Rogue had to think. What was her favorite breakfast? After a few more moments of silence Rogue nodded. " Chere, Remy would hate t' see how long it takes y' t' make a life altering decision." He said with a laugh. Rogue frowned at him not liking his joke.
" Hey ya try an' go around forgetting who ya really are." Rogue bit back at him. Remy's smile faded a bit.
" I've been pretty damn close chere." He told her. Rogue felt herself remember part of her dream or rather his memory.
(He started referring to himself in the third person because he didn't want to forget his name. He had seen mutants in there that had to think long and hard about what there name was and he didn't want to let himself get to that. So he stared saying it whenever he could.)
There then was an eerie silence between them as Rogue felt these memories flow threw her. He was afraid of forgetting who he was in that place.
Mr. McCoy not liking the silence decided to break it. " Rogue my dear is there anything else you would like for breakfast?" Hank asked.
Rogue was about to say no but something she wasn't sure what, an image of some sort came to her.
(" And ah'll have coffee, eggs, wheat toast, and side of bacon." Rogue ordered. Smiling to the waitress she smiled and walked away. " What?" She asked trying to find out what Logan was looking at.)
Rouge had to blink a few times to feel she was really there. Where had that come from? She could tell that it was her own voice that time, not the others. But that was all that came to her. She couldn't remember anything else. It was like someone had released the dam but only let a small bit go then cut it off that quick. " Can ah have some coffee, eggs, and wheat toast?" She asked. She wasn't that hungry so she decided to skip on the bacon.
Remy gave her a blank look. " Y' 'member o' somthin'?" He asked. Rogue shook her head no.
" Just that. Ah didn' think about it an' it kind of just came." Rogue told him. Remy nodded and grabbed some toast that popped up from the toaster and sat down. Rogue gave him a funny look. Again Mr. McCoy was ignored but he was fine with that he was deeply involved with the paper and reading about what was going on in town last night. " Well?" Rogue asked.
" Well what?" Remy asked taking a bite of his toast.
" Aren't ya going ta make meh breakfast?" Rogue asked. Remy let out a small chuckle.
" Do y' know how t' use a stove chere?" Remy asked.
Rogue had to think a moment and felt the information there. " Yeah." She answered. Remy nodded as he took another bite.
" Den make it yourself chere." Remy told her, Rogue opened her mouth in shock.
" Yar serious?" Rogue asked.
* Jerk. * Rogue heard Alex comment, she didn't take the time to answer her though.
" But ah'm." Remy didn't give her a chance to finish.
" Do y' legs feel okay chere?" Remy asked swallowing.
" Yeah." Rogue answered.
" Den y' should have no trouble making y'self breakfast chere." Remy told her finishing off his toast.
" Remy." Hank interrupted.
" What?" Remy asked turning to look at Mr. McCoy. " She can make it herself. The fille has t' learn t' be independent an' not have everythin' handed t' her on a silver platter." Remy explained.
" Yes, that is true. Or you could be to lazy to do it for her." Hank informed him of his theory. Remy grumbled a maybe. And Hank smiled. " And what of her shoulder?" Hank asked.
" Oh yeah." Remy commented looking at Rogue's bandaged shoulder as if he had forgotten. In truth he had. Remy gave a small grin. Rogue was glaring at him, something in her head went off at that cocky grin of his.
" No, no. Ah can handle it. Ah should be able to manage some bacon and eggs." Rogue told them standing up.
" Y' never said y' wanted bacon." Remy told her.
" Ah'm allowed ta change mah mind. Aren't ah?" Rogue informed him as she managed to grab two eggs from the fridge with one hand. It wasn't easy holding the eggs with her gloves on.
" Oui." Remy answered as he watched. She sure was stubborn, he thought. He also wondered if she was like this all the time or just cause she couldn't remember. " Y' want some help chere?" Remy asked after watch her appear to be stuck.
" No. Ah'm fiahne." Rogue told him.
" Sure." Remy said under his breath but Rogue still heard him.
" Hey Ah'm not the one that said y' can make it y'self chere." Rogue mocked him. Remy chuckled causing Rogue to scowl.
" Remy was being rude." He offered.
" Ya forgot lazy." Rogue told him as she attempted to crack an egg into the skillet with one hand and a glove on.
" Oui. Lazy as well. Here." Remy said pushing her aside away from the burner.
" What, ya don' think ah can do it?" Rogue asked a tad mad. A few of the voice got angry as well, obviously not liking to be pushed around. Alex had been pretty quiet as well. But earlier she had told Rogue that she was trying to find a what - did she call it - a physic that knew the real Rogue.
" Non. Remy never said dat." He told her scrambling her eggs.
" Actions speak louder then words." Rogue informed him. Remy smirked, as he pulled out another pan to cook the bacon.
" Why does Remy get the feelin' dat no matter what he does y' gonna yell at him?" Remy asked pausing for a moment to look at her.
" Cause ya just that annoying." Rogue answered him with a fake smile.
" So y' sayin' dat Remy is rude, lazy, an' annoyin' now?" He asked putting down some wheat toast in the toaster.
" An' arrogant." Rogue added on.
" When has Remy ever been arrogant?" He asked scrapping the eggs onto a plate for her.
" Since." Rogue didn't really know. Just one of them told her.
" It's okay chere. Y' be correct about dat one." He told her grabbing the toast that just popped up.
" Well kudos for me." Rogue said sarcastically. She then froze over the words she just spoke. Those weren't her words. She knew she never said anything like that someone else did.
" Y' also forgot charmin' an' handsome, as well as sexy." Remy informed her, Rogue had to choke back a laugh.
" An' full of bull." Rogue added on chuckling a bit.
" Here y' go chere. Eat up, p'tite, y' too skinny." He told her putting a plate of bacon, eggs and toast on the table ignoring her last comment.
" Ah could have made it mahself ya know." Rogue told him taking a seat behind the food.
" Remy knows chere. Next time y' can make Remy breakfast what da ya say?" Remy asked with a sly smile.
" Ya forgot mah coffee." Rogue reminded him ignoring his question. Remy sighed.
" First ya want Remy t' help den ya don' now ya do. Chere make up ya mind." Remy told her walking over to the coffee pot and pouring her a cup.
" Kind of hard when there's more then one." Rogue informed him taking a sip of the coffee he had just handed her. Remy took a seat next to her and slowly reached for a strip of bacon. Rogue then slapped his hand away from her food.
" Hey." Remy said retracting his hand quickly.
" It's mine, Remy. Get ya own." Rogue told him taking a bite of 'her' bacon. Remy looked at her in shock never had he met such a confusing and stubborn woman before. Both of them were so caught up with each other that nether of them noticed that Mr. McCoy had left the room some moment's prior.
" Hey, Remy made it, Remy can eat it." He told her quickly grabbing apiece before she could hit him.
" Hey that was mine." She yelled at him as he ate it.
" Correct chere, WAS." He informed her with a smile on his face laughing as he took another bite with Rogue glaring at him.
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Author's Note: It's here it's finally here. Your Romy chapter. It's not a fluff chapter so sorry. I'm going to ease into the fluff and there relationship. But I asure you it will come.
I found writing this chapter pretty fun, I was in a good mood and I am seeing this as the eye of the storm chapter type thing. Next chapter there will be some more action. And well check up with Magneto that's for sure. Again a very special thank you to Ravyn Nyte for beta reading this for me.
Well that's about it. I have nothing else to really say about this chapter other then the fact that I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter.
Now to your reviews. Sorry if I missed anyone.
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Take Care, Rogue Star
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" " - Talking vocally
* * - Alex and Rogue talking
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Chapter 20: They Just Do
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" I fear that I still don't quite understand the concept." Hank told Remy with a confused _expression on his face as he sat at the kitchen table with Remy sitting across from him eating a bowl of Apple Jacks. It was late afternoon and they both had chosen to sleep in. A rare thing for him, but he was all right with it after staying late up into the night watching and checking over Toad, Wanda and Rogue; he was quiet exhausted. So for the first time in three years Hank Richard McCoy woke up at 12 noon, exactly twenty minutes before his guest Remy LeBeau awoke.
" What concept? There is no concept to understand." Remy told Mr. McCoy as he took another bite of his cereal. Hank watched him eat it a change from Todd that was for sure. The boy would eat cereal and at the same time he would try to catch flies and talk. It was a nightmare and you had to see it to believe it.
" How can there be no basic concept?" He asked. They had been debating for the last five minutes over this. And during the short morning, or rather afternoon, Hank believed that he and Remy had formed a somewhat good friendship. They managed to clear up there misunderstandings and Remy told him the full reasons as to why he was working for Magneto, but he still didn't believe it was the right thing but it was Remy's life and from what little he told him of his past it was not a pretty childhood or teenage years.
" Easy." Remy said swallowing another bite. He reached for the box of Apple Jacks and poured another bowl. " Y'see here Henri there is no concept because y' jus' don' need t' know why. De jus' do. An' if y' like um den go ahead, y' don' need a reason why." Remy explained sliding the bowl of Apple Jacks across the table to Mr. McCoy. The table itself was a fine cedar wood table. And the kitchen had a nice homey feel to it with a quaint little island in the center with the stove and oven on the right side and plenty of counter space on the left.
" No reason at all?" Hank asked as he picked up a spoon and stirred around his cereal around in little circles.
" Non." Remy answered between a mouthful shaking his head. Hank pondered the thought for a moment.
" But I still-" Mr. McCoy was cut off.
" Look Henri dey don' taste like apple. Dat's it. End o' story. Bye-bye. See y' later." Remy told him raising his voice louder then needed to be. " Now eat." Remy ordered him. It was actually quiet humorous Mr. McCoy thought.
" Alright." He told him as he fiddled around with the cereal like a little kid trying to avoid eating something they didn't want to eat. He sighed and finally took a bite. The cereal was tad soggy but other then that it had pleasing taste. He smiled and Remy gave him this I-told-you-so grin.
" Told y'." Remy said pouring himself another bowl. Hank smiled as he continued to eat the cereal.
" I still don't get it." Hank stated and Remy looked up to him. " Why do they call them Apple Jacks if they don't taste like apple?" Remy let out a laugh and Hank sat there clue less. Remy sighed and put his elbow on the table supporting his head with hand. Giving him an amused look.
" Y' worse den mon pere." Remy said in a light-hearted tone.
* * *
He had yet to open his eyes but he was awake and a part of his face felt numb. He couldn't really remember what happened. The last thing that he could remember was Magneto coming and almost telling Logan that he used to work for him and- Max froze in realization. Magneto had told him. And the last thing he could remember was Logan's fist coming at him and that would explain why he felt like he got hit by a bus.
Slowly he opened his eyes. He was still in the cell from what he could tell. His vision was a tad blurry but images were starting become clearer but his right eye stayed bad like it was half open. But his vision was slowly improving it wasn't just blobs of color anymore. Again he froze sitting in front of him and staring at him was Logan.
" Welcome back Sleeping Beauty." Logan said gruffly. Max gave him a faint smile and Logan returned it with an amused look. " Don't worry I'm not goin' ta hit ya again. Nice shiner by the way." Logan commented. Embers then slowly reached up to his right eye and lightly touched it. In that instant it feel like someone had just dropped lemon juice into his eye. And a burning pain ripped threw his whole face.
" Aye puta madre." Embers cursed as he in a blinding speed removed his hand from his eye and clenched his fist in pain. From what little he felt it was pretty swollen. He heard Logan laughing from across the room and Max groaned as he started to try and get up.
" Stay down." Logan ordered, not in the mood to have the other eye in the same condition Max did as he was told.
" Why?" Max asked.
" They're coming for ya if you're unconscious." Logan whispered and he looked like he was straining his ears to hear them outside.
" Huh? How long was I out? And why do I need ta be unconscious?" Embers began to question. " And why didn't ya kill me? I sold you guys out."
Logan shushed him. " Quiet. Six hours. So they can take you and we can escape. I'll kill ya later and I know you did." He answered quickly.
" I know this won't mean much but I'm sorry." Embers told him with shame written on his face. He looked over to Logan and saw disappointment. He had never felt as horrible as he felt right then.
" You're not forgiven yet. You betrayed me and Rogue most of all. I'm used to it but the kid won't take it too well. So you're going to help me save her. I heard one of them say they were sending someone in for you if ya weren't up yet ta make sure you didn't have a concussion or something. Oh yeah and later you're telling me everything we just have to escape first." Logan said with an evil smile.
" What do I have ta do?" Embers asked not to sure if he really wanted to know.
" It's very simple." Logan told him as he got up and began to whisper his plan to the boy. * * *
" That's it. HERE TAKE IT!" Creed yelled out throwing a small package of trail mix at the boy. John's eyes lit up like a kid running down to see the Christmas tree full of presents beneath it on Christmas morning as he caught the very small 6 oz package.
" Oh my God. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you." John cried out in pure joy as he tried to open the small bag.
" You know you could of given it to him hours ago and save us both a head ache." The Russian informed Sabertooth. Creed growled.
" I just remembered I had it." Creed grumbled.
" Darn bag. How the bloody hell do you get this thing opened?" John asked having major difficulties opening the bag of trail mix as he fiddled around with the package.
" How long have you had it?" Piotr asked, the two of them a few feet ahead of John whom had stopped to try and open a very simple to open package of Trail Mix. " You don't want to know." Creed told him. " Well at least he's."
" Oh bloody hell." John yelled out as he violently ripped the package of trail mix open causing all of the trail mix to fall to the ground. " No, no, NO!" John wined as he collapsed done to his knees looking at his last chance of food. " Why God? Why are you torturing me so?" John cried out to the sky in agony.
" Were you about to say quiet?" Colossus asked Creed with an amused smile on his face.
" Shut up." Creed grumbled as he turned to continue walking.
" John." Piotr called back to him, John looked down and over to Piotr. " Come on. I promise the first place with food we pass, I'll buy you something okay?" Piotr told him.
" Promise?" John asked from the ground refusing to get up yet.
" Would I lie to you?" Piotr asked. John took a moment to think hard about it.
" Yes." He said after a few silent moments.
" John." Piotr said in shock he then sighed. " I swear I will get you food the first chance I get."
" You swear?" John asked raising an eyebrow.
" Yes." Piotr told him.
" On what?"
" Do I need to?"
" It would make me feel better."
" Look, I give you my word zat should be good enough."
" You make sure the first place or I'll tell Magneto about the brunette. You know the one at the bar, the one you left with when your buddies where getting attacked by an angry mob of MUTANT HATING MORONS." John yelled out the last part of his threat. Piotr's eyes grew wide in shock. He didn't know that John knew about that; guess the boy wasn't as drunk as he thought. Piotr thought wirily.
" You wouldn't dare." Was all Piotr could think of saying.
" Don't push me. I'm a starving Pyromaniac on the edge." John yelled out as he jumped up to his feet dusting off some dirt and mud from his pants.
" Okay. Okay, calm down." Piotr told him, he then sighed in defeat. " Alright, I promise the first place." Piotr told him. John smiled grateful that he had won.
" Alright then. Let's go. The faster we go the sooner I get my food. And I intend to be well fed when I am done, meaning my usual three or four meals won't be enough." John said marching ahead in a better mood.
" What have I gotten myself into?" Piotr muttered to himself as he followed behind John.
* * *
" I'm in hell." Pietro muttered to himself as he watched Electra also known as Kim Grainger run the base. A job that should be his. He was Magneto's only son, it should be his job to run the base while he was away. But no, his father seemed to think that Electra was a better choice. He was sitting at a table in one of the offices with his feet propped up on the table during a meeting of the few heads of the base.
" What was that Pietro?" Electra snapped at him causing Pietro to jolt up into a straight sitting position.
" What? I didn't say anything." Pietro lied. The blond woman smiled evilly at him, her perfect lips curving into a smirk.
" Oh really? Cause I could of sworn I heard you say something." Kim told him shaking her head. " Nope, maybe you're just hearing things?" Pietro commented idly.
" People." Electra addressed the rest of the room. " That's all for now. I'll check up on what I asked of you in a few hours to make sure it is being taken care of." There were a few grunts of approval as they left the room.
Pietro smiled outwardly but inside he knew something was up. Being alone in a room with Kim was never a good thing. But he was never one to show fear outwardly so he decided to push her buttons a bit, have some fun get some revenge because she had his job. " Couldn't wait to get me alone could ya?" Pietro smirked as he plopped his feet back on the table.
" Please." Kim said rolling her ice blue eyes at the boy. " Look, daddy's boy, I worked hard to get here so don't go taking it out on me." She blew up at him.
" Whatever. I didn't bring it up, you did Kimi." Quicksilver informed her.
" Yeah but you were thinking it." Electra glared at him. " Look, I need you to go check on Embers for me. If he's out, take him to the med lab." Electra instructed him.
" He's your ex. You go check on him." Pietro shot back. He saw Electra's mouth drop. She quickly recovered and threw a lighting bolt right at him. If it wasn't for his super speed he would have been fried.
" He is not my ex." Kim told him slowly with venom in her voice. " Nothing ever happened, or will ever happen." She glared at him wanting to draw blood.
" Your just jealous that he chose Jean and not you. He didn't kill her when he was suppose to, he was ordered to and he didn't. What's worse was he saved her, and fell in love with her. You know that's why he left and sold out his so-called friends. Leaving us here. " Pietro told her. Kim clenched her fists at her sides other then that she appeared completely calm.
" I gave you an order, Maximoff. Now follow it." Electra said slowly and dangerously as a few sparks generated from her hands. Her long hair that reached to her mid back began to rise up slowly due to the excess electricity.
" Wow, someone's a little touchy." Pietro said as he walked to the door.
" I said go, Pietro." Electra said barley holding onto her sanity.
" Very well. See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya." Pietro called out as he left the room in a white blur.
" AHHHH." Electra screamed out after she knew he was gone letting lose the building electrical charge that was gathering. Sending lighting bolts and waves of electricity threw out the room. Frying all furniture that wasn't metal in the room.
Once she let out all her energy she collapsed to the floor. Panting deeply out of breath, she was on her knees supporting her upper half of her with her hands. Then a small drop of liquid hit the ground gently. She tightened her eyes shut to keep any other tears from following the first one. " I'll get my revenge." She told herself.
* * *
" Alright they're coming." Logan whispered to Embers. Max didn't respond to Logan but Logan knew Max got the message.
" Okay you hold back Wolverine and I'll get Embers." Logan heard a voice from outside give out orders. He then backed away from the door as it slowly opened. " Where is he?" A silver headed boy asked. Logan nodded in Embers direction and one of the guards walked up five feet away from his with a spear looking thing.
" Like that'll hold me back." Logan said with a disappointed look.
" Oh I think it will. It has about a 10,000 watts of voltage in it. So I wouldn't try any funny business if I were you." The nameless guard warned Logan. Logan didn't say anything he just watched as the silver headed boy checked on Embers body, knowing he would find Max appearing to be unconscious.
" He's out." The silver headed boy stated as he threw Embers over his shoulder to carry him out.
" Take care of him, would ya." Logan called out from his spot pinned against the wall.
" Oh I'll do just that." The lean silver headed boy said with an evil smirk. As he walked out, the other guard walked back slowly carefully watching Logan to make sure he didn't try any funny business.
" Perfect." Logan said to himself. His first part of his plan already in action.
* * *
" So we all squared away?" Remy asked Hank whom nodded.
" Yes. Apple Jack don't taste like apple. You eat it because it's good and high in sugar and the fact that it has no nutritional value," Mr. McCoy explained. Remy smiled.
" Close enough," Remy said pouring his fourth bowl of cereal.
" Good." Mr. McCoy smiled as he sipped his coffee and continued to read his paper, for a moment thinking how one simple question could lead to a half hour discussion. He glanced at Remy and watch him eat his bowl of cereal. He then saw him pause with a spoon full of cereal right in front of his mouth.
" So chere, how long y' gonna stand dere?" Remy asked then he fed the spoon into his mouth not bothering to look at her. Mr. McCoy was a bit startled he glanced over to the kitchen entrance and saw Rogue standing there watching them. He took notice to her attire right away. She was dressed in some of Wanda's spare clothing a pair of black sweats and a red long sleeve along with a pair of red gloves. Her right arm was still in the sling he had given her. Apparently she had been up for a while. Hank thought as he took another sip of his coffee.
" Good afternoon." Hank greeted. He saw her smiled faintly.
" 'Member ant'ing yet?" Remy asked with a mouth full still not looking at her.
" No." He heard her say faintly, she still remained in the doorway.
" How's your shoulder?" Mr. McCoy asked her.
" Better." Was all she said.
" Care to join us?" Hank asked. Rogue didn't really make a move.
" Come on chere we don' bite." Remy told her finishing off his cereal. " Alright I t'ink now I am finally full." He told Mr. McCoy.
" And it only took you four bowls of cereal." Hank commented dryly.
" And two pieces of toast." Remy added on with a smirk. He slowly got up and put his plate in the sink.
" With Grape Jelly?" Rogue asked from the doorway. Remy paused his hand still in the sink and he looked over towards her.
" Non. Henri here don' have grape, only raspberry. Why would y' say dat chere?" Remy asked turning around to fully face her.
" It's ya favorite right?" Rogue asked a little hesitantly. Remy was so shocked all he could do was nod. How did she know that? Was the main question plaguing his mind.
" How'd y' know dat p'tite?" Remy asked her. He saw Rogue gulp.
" This voices in my head. There are tons of them and one of them just said it. It almost sounded like you." Rogue said a little shaken up.
" Well dat explains it." Remy said a little unsure of what else to say. " So these voices remember who they are?" He asked.
Rogue thought for a moment then answered him. " Kind of." Remy nodded.
" Do y' know how many dere are Rogue?" Remy asked Rogue shook her head no.
" They just come and go. It's like their ghost or something whispering in my ear." Rogue told him still standing in the doorway.
" Huh." Remy said he looked to Hank. He was silent threw out the whole thing.
" You know you may come in and eat with us my dear." Mr. McCoy said gesturing towards an empty seat at the table.
" Yeah Rogue we don't bite." Remy told her. " Toast?" Remy asked as Rogue cautiously took a seat across form Hank in Remy's old seat.
Rogue had to think for a moment. Did she even like toast? Was the main question in her head. The voices in her head kept on putting in their two cents. Yes, No, wheat, white. Make it stop she wanted to scream.
* Rogue you okay?* It was Alex. She had gotten to know the girl trapped inside her head.
* Fahne. * Rogue answered trying to think straight.
* I can put them away if you want?* Alex asked, and a question popped into Rogue head.
* Ya can do that?* Rogue asked.
* Not really, but I can ask them to quiet down. You had some wall up before but it's gone now.* Alex explained to her. * No. They're part of me right?* Rogue asked.
* Kind of. I think.* Alex answered.
* Good enough.* Rogue told her.
" Rogue?" Remy called to her, snapping Rogue out of her conversation with Alex. Both men were looking at her with a worried glance, Rogue shook her head clear for a moment.
" Ah'm fahne." Rogue answered the question she knew they would ask any moment.
" So do y' still want de toast?" Remy asked. Again Rogue had to think. What was her favorite breakfast? After a few more moments of silence Rogue nodded. " Chere, Remy would hate t' see how long it takes y' t' make a life altering decision." He said with a laugh. Rogue frowned at him not liking his joke.
" Hey ya try an' go around forgetting who ya really are." Rogue bit back at him. Remy's smile faded a bit.
" I've been pretty damn close chere." He told her. Rogue felt herself remember part of her dream or rather his memory.
(He started referring to himself in the third person because he didn't want to forget his name. He had seen mutants in there that had to think long and hard about what there name was and he didn't want to let himself get to that. So he stared saying it whenever he could.)
There then was an eerie silence between them as Rogue felt these memories flow threw her. He was afraid of forgetting who he was in that place.
Mr. McCoy not liking the silence decided to break it. " Rogue my dear is there anything else you would like for breakfast?" Hank asked.
Rogue was about to say no but something she wasn't sure what, an image of some sort came to her.
(" And ah'll have coffee, eggs, wheat toast, and side of bacon." Rogue ordered. Smiling to the waitress she smiled and walked away. " What?" She asked trying to find out what Logan was looking at.)
Rouge had to blink a few times to feel she was really there. Where had that come from? She could tell that it was her own voice that time, not the others. But that was all that came to her. She couldn't remember anything else. It was like someone had released the dam but only let a small bit go then cut it off that quick. " Can ah have some coffee, eggs, and wheat toast?" She asked. She wasn't that hungry so she decided to skip on the bacon.
Remy gave her a blank look. " Y' 'member o' somthin'?" He asked. Rogue shook her head no.
" Just that. Ah didn' think about it an' it kind of just came." Rogue told him. Remy nodded and grabbed some toast that popped up from the toaster and sat down. Rogue gave him a funny look. Again Mr. McCoy was ignored but he was fine with that he was deeply involved with the paper and reading about what was going on in town last night. " Well?" Rogue asked.
" Well what?" Remy asked taking a bite of his toast.
" Aren't ya going ta make meh breakfast?" Rogue asked. Remy let out a small chuckle.
" Do y' know how t' use a stove chere?" Remy asked.
Rogue had to think a moment and felt the information there. " Yeah." She answered. Remy nodded as he took another bite.
" Den make it yourself chere." Remy told her, Rogue opened her mouth in shock.
" Yar serious?" Rogue asked.
* Jerk. * Rogue heard Alex comment, she didn't take the time to answer her though.
" But ah'm." Remy didn't give her a chance to finish.
" Do y' legs feel okay chere?" Remy asked swallowing.
" Yeah." Rogue answered.
" Den y' should have no trouble making y'self breakfast chere." Remy told her finishing off his toast.
" Remy." Hank interrupted.
" What?" Remy asked turning to look at Mr. McCoy. " She can make it herself. The fille has t' learn t' be independent an' not have everythin' handed t' her on a silver platter." Remy explained.
" Yes, that is true. Or you could be to lazy to do it for her." Hank informed him of his theory. Remy grumbled a maybe. And Hank smiled. " And what of her shoulder?" Hank asked.
" Oh yeah." Remy commented looking at Rogue's bandaged shoulder as if he had forgotten. In truth he had. Remy gave a small grin. Rogue was glaring at him, something in her head went off at that cocky grin of his.
" No, no. Ah can handle it. Ah should be able to manage some bacon and eggs." Rogue told them standing up.
" Y' never said y' wanted bacon." Remy told her.
" Ah'm allowed ta change mah mind. Aren't ah?" Rogue informed him as she managed to grab two eggs from the fridge with one hand. It wasn't easy holding the eggs with her gloves on.
" Oui." Remy answered as he watched. She sure was stubborn, he thought. He also wondered if she was like this all the time or just cause she couldn't remember. " Y' want some help chere?" Remy asked after watch her appear to be stuck.
" No. Ah'm fiahne." Rogue told him.
" Sure." Remy said under his breath but Rogue still heard him.
" Hey Ah'm not the one that said y' can make it y'self chere." Rogue mocked him. Remy chuckled causing Rogue to scowl.
" Remy was being rude." He offered.
" Ya forgot lazy." Rogue told him as she attempted to crack an egg into the skillet with one hand and a glove on.
" Oui. Lazy as well. Here." Remy said pushing her aside away from the burner.
" What, ya don' think ah can do it?" Rogue asked a tad mad. A few of the voice got angry as well, obviously not liking to be pushed around. Alex had been pretty quiet as well. But earlier she had told Rogue that she was trying to find a what - did she call it - a physic that knew the real Rogue.
" Non. Remy never said dat." He told her scrambling her eggs.
" Actions speak louder then words." Rogue informed him. Remy smirked, as he pulled out another pan to cook the bacon.
" Why does Remy get the feelin' dat no matter what he does y' gonna yell at him?" Remy asked pausing for a moment to look at her.
" Cause ya just that annoying." Rogue answered him with a fake smile.
" So y' sayin' dat Remy is rude, lazy, an' annoyin' now?" He asked putting down some wheat toast in the toaster.
" An' arrogant." Rogue added on.
" When has Remy ever been arrogant?" He asked scrapping the eggs onto a plate for her.
" Since." Rogue didn't really know. Just one of them told her.
" It's okay chere. Y' be correct about dat one." He told her grabbing the toast that just popped up.
" Well kudos for me." Rogue said sarcastically. She then froze over the words she just spoke. Those weren't her words. She knew she never said anything like that someone else did.
" Y' also forgot charmin' an' handsome, as well as sexy." Remy informed her, Rogue had to choke back a laugh.
" An' full of bull." Rogue added on chuckling a bit.
" Here y' go chere. Eat up, p'tite, y' too skinny." He told her putting a plate of bacon, eggs and toast on the table ignoring her last comment.
" Ah could have made it mahself ya know." Rogue told him taking a seat behind the food.
" Remy knows chere. Next time y' can make Remy breakfast what da ya say?" Remy asked with a sly smile.
" Ya forgot mah coffee." Rogue reminded him ignoring his question. Remy sighed.
" First ya want Remy t' help den ya don' now ya do. Chere make up ya mind." Remy told her walking over to the coffee pot and pouring her a cup.
" Kind of hard when there's more then one." Rogue informed him taking a sip of the coffee he had just handed her. Remy took a seat next to her and slowly reached for a strip of bacon. Rogue then slapped his hand away from her food.
" Hey." Remy said retracting his hand quickly.
" It's mine, Remy. Get ya own." Rogue told him taking a bite of 'her' bacon. Remy looked at her in shock never had he met such a confusing and stubborn woman before. Both of them were so caught up with each other that nether of them noticed that Mr. McCoy had left the room some moment's prior.
" Hey, Remy made it, Remy can eat it." He told her quickly grabbing apiece before she could hit him.
" Hey that was mine." She yelled at him as he ate it.
" Correct chere, WAS." He informed her with a smile on his face laughing as he took another bite with Rogue glaring at him.
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Author's Note: It's here it's finally here. Your Romy chapter. It's not a fluff chapter so sorry. I'm going to ease into the fluff and there relationship. But I asure you it will come.
I found writing this chapter pretty fun, I was in a good mood and I am seeing this as the eye of the storm chapter type thing. Next chapter there will be some more action. And well check up with Magneto that's for sure. Again a very special thank you to Ravyn Nyte for beta reading this for me.
Well that's about it. I have nothing else to really say about this chapter other then the fact that I really enjoyed writing it. I hope you all enjoyed reading this chapter.
Now to your reviews. Sorry if I missed anyone.
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