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Drifters
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Chapter 21: Information
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Rogue stood outside of the sliding glass doors looking in on the two unconsciouses people lying in the beds. One was a woman no older then her with died black hair. She looked almost peaceful, Rogue thought. The other was a young man; he also looked about her age. But there was something different about him. It wasn't the fact that he had greasy hair or an unusual greenish tone to his skin. He looked peaceful as well. As if he were merely sleeping.
It was the late afternoon and Rogue was glad to receive some alone time. She had seen Mr. McCoy in here earlier and when she asked about it he said it wasn't important and she should try focusing on getting better. With that thought Rogue looked down at her damaged shoulder held in a white sling. It didn't hurt right now just stung like hell whenever she moved her arm. He'll be back soon Rogue thought as she stood stone still out side the room. Just a quick peak Rogue told herself then she would leave cause he would be retuning soon. He came in every half-hour or hour to check on them. The only question was who was them?
Rogue gathered up her courage and walked into the room. The sliding doors whooshed open and she cautiously stepped in. She walked over to the foot of the boy's bed and stared at his content features. There was a small odor that reached her nose but she chose to ignore it. It wasn't that bad, she thought.
Mr. McCoy had told her that she and Remy were welcomed here in his home and she was free to roam around where ever she wished. She was grateful to the man she didn't know but felt that she could trust him. She couldn't figure out exactly why she couldn't remember everything. Some things were coming back but others remained a mystery. Like Remy for instants.
According to Mr. McCoy two nights ago he had brought her here for medical help. She had been shot and a new weapon against mutants was injected into her system. But she felt that there was something else he wasn't telling her. She hadn't told him about her resent dreams with him in them. She wasn't even too sure that they were all about him either. But she could tell they were memories. She really didn't see much of a point in telling him anyway. What was she going to say, " My dreams lately have been your memories." That would really be smooth, yup. They would think she was crazy for sure. She was already hearing more and more voices but in some way they seemed so familiar and…comforting. Like they had always been there.
For some reason unknown to her, Rogue felt that she was the reason that these two were lying helpless in a bed. She had no memories of this place, nothing felt familiar to her but she somewhere deep in her gut felt as if it was her fault that something she had done had caused them to be in the present state they were in now.
" Ah'm sorry if this was mah fault." Rogue told them quietly as she left the room.
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" So what your saying is there's nothing wrong with him?" Pietro asked in an annoyed tone. He was trying to show more patience something his father had told him to work on but this idiot that was running the med lab at the moment wouldn't give him a straight answer to his question he would answer Pietro's questions with a question of his own.
" Did I?" A man with a white lab coat asked scratching his head asked. His hair was jet black and his skin pale-white compared to his hair and bright white lab coat with the exception of a small pizza sauce stain on the left pocket. And a coffee stain on the collar and a grass stain on the knee, how he got that one was still a mystery considering he never got out much. And a blue inkblot on the, well there were several inkblots and the coat was actually a mess. "I could have-um-sworn that I had said there seems to be-um-nothing wrong with him but I could have be-um-wrong. So you-um-think I'm wrong? Oh, I hope I'm not; you aren't going to, like-um. fire or kill me are you?" He asked looking right at Pietro the light catching on his round thick-framed glasses causing a small glare over his left eye.
" Not yet." Pietro told him, tapping his foot repeatedly on the cold metal floor. A habit he had when he was really annoyed. Taking a deep breath Pietro chose his words carefully. " Look. Doctor Caprice. Is Max injured?" Pietro asked. Dr. Caprice was about to answer as he opened his mouth but Pietro stopped him. " Now before you answer." Pietro told him putting a hand up to stop him. " I only. ONLY. Want you to shake your head yes or no. You got me?" Pietro asked his gray eyes glaring furiously at the doctor.
" Ye-."
" No. Nod your head yes or no." Pietro ordered him. Dr. Caprice nodded his head yes. " Good boy. Now is Max Cooper injured?"
Dr. Caprice nodded a yes but then a quick no. Pietro gave him a funny look and sighed.
" Good grief. Is he bleeding?" Pietro tried.
Caprice nodded no.
" Well then is he unconscious then?" Pietro asked.
Caprice nodded a yes.
" Alright then. That's all I needed to know. Post two men outside his door and check on him every 15 minutes." Pietro ordered as he began to leave.
" But sir." Pietro halted to a stop, he was not in the mood for this. He had to prove that he was far better then Electra was at running this base.
" Yes Matt?" Pietro answered in a tired tone.
" Mathew." Dr. Caprice corrected him.
" Whatever. What is it?" Pietro asked.
" It's just that well um…" He was stuttering again. " It's just that um while we… were going over the um….other body…." He stopped.
" Yes what about the other body?" Pietro asked beginning to become interested.
" Well it would seem that um…the body you brought-um-in…" He took a gulp.
" Well is she dead?" Pietro asked in a panicked tone. His one job was to make sure that her body stayed alive.
" No." Mathew Caprice stated flatly. Relief washed over Pietro.
" Well then what is it?" Pietro asked.
" We were running a DNA test to find out who she was or is." He paused and pulled out his file reports. " It would seem that she is Max Coopers half sister Alexandra Christine Cooper. She only recently changed her name back to Cooper from Heart after her biological mother told her on her 18th birthday that it was her biological fathers name whom she had had a short affair with that lasted little less then a year. To a Jonathan Nathaniel Cooper. Her mother also informed her of a half brother Max that live somewhere in the northeast area working at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters as a counselor. Alexandra is 24 years old where she is currently working at a small police station in Salem, she is for the time on leave saying she needed to find her roots." Doctor Caprice informed Pietro handing him the file they had dug up on Alexandra Cooper. Pietro took the folder handed to him but said nothing. As soon as the folder left Caprice's hands he seemed to revert back to his old jittery self.
Pietro's _expression was shocked. One he didn't know that Max had a sister, two he didn't know how Max would react to the fact of know that his sister's mind was in another person's body and three Pietro could not believe that Doc Caprice said all that information with out stuttering once. " You got all this information out of her file?" Pietro asked.
" No." Doctor Caprice shook his head. " We had Ezekiel go into her head and-um-find the information." Caprice answered.
" How did he find this information when her mind is in another person's body?" Pietro asked as he gazed about the room for the first time really. And he noticed that everyone was looking at them. " Get back to work you lazy bums." He cried out causing Dr. Caprice to jump a bit and straighten his glasses.
" Well it would-um-seem that-um…"
" The brain stores our memories so her memories were still stored in her brain where I could easily access them with out any hassle." A pale looking man with some war paint covering his face. He wore dark pants and instead of a white lab coat he work a black one looking a lot like robes. His head was bald but not due to his age but due to his mutation.
" Ezekiel where have you been?" Pietro asked a tad startled that he just all of a sudden jumped into the conversation. " You were suppose to report to the meeting that Electra set up a few hours ago."
" My sincere apologizes but my services were needed here." He answered. Nodding his head in a slight bow to show he was sorry.
" Stop sucking up, Zeke. Report to Electra for your assignment." Pietro ordered cringing at the thought. It should be him running the show not her. But he did get her good earlier. Noticing them looking strangely at them Pietro scowled. " I want two guards as well posted out side her door as well. No one without authorization is aloud in. I want you to check on her every half-hour that is all."
" But-um-sir."
" I said that's all." Pietro bit back.
" Oh-um-yes sir." Caprice said turning around immediately to go and find some work to do. Ezekiel didn't say anything he just nodded and walked out of the room.
So Max has a sister, well half sister. Pietro thought as he walked down the hall carrying the file under one arm. He smiled a small evil smile that always seemed to play on his features when he was wondering how to use information that only a handful of people knew.
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" She hates me." Remy stated as he watched Hank go over Wanda and Todd's vitals.
" What makes you say that?" Hank asked as he took down some notes on Wanda's heartbeat and brain wave patterns.
" Didn't you see it? The look she had in her eyes when she saw me. It was like she was seeing through me or something." Remy said in an aggravated tone. He took a deep breath and sighed, looking down at Todd and Wanda.
" I think maybe you're over reacting. Give her some time. The girl just lost her memories and your expecting her to welcome you with open arms." Hank told him jotting down the information for Todd now.
" I'm afraid that time is not on our side, mon ami." Remy told his shaking his head.
" What makes you say that?" Mr. McCoy asked finishing up.
" Remy don' t'ink dat Magneto is goin' t'let him and de fille go free after what three years of planning to get his revenge. Now he's going t'do whatever it takes to see dis whole t'ing through." Remy told him with a bitter after taste left in his mouth.
" Well this makes things a bit more complicated." Hank said to no one really. " There done." He said as he finished scribbling something down.
" Dat it does." Remy said rubbing the stubble on his chin. He hadn't had the chance to shave today or yesterday for that matter so he was getting a little hairy. " Okay so maybe Remy was over reacting a bit. But her attitude just... I don' know... just bugged me."
" I think the way you treated her this morning didn't really help the situation either." Hank added putting away his charts.
" Me?" Remy asked. " She acted like she was de Queen of Sheba. She is so stubborn, and dat mouth. And what de heck is wit' her naming all Remy's faults? I know my faults thank y'very much. I don't need her pointin' them out to me." Remy called out, really over-reacting. Hank had to chuckle.
" So you like her?" Hank asked. Remy seemed almost appalled by Hank's statement.
" Hell no. She is far to stubborn and pushy and confussin' how could Remy like a fille like dat?" Remy asked Hank.
" Deny it all you want." Hank said under his breath.
" SO changing the subject. Can Rogue use her powers yet?" Remy asked. Mr. McCoy paused for a moment letting the thought sink in.
" Perhaps. Yes, they should have returned by now. Why do you ask?" Mr. McCoy pondered. It really wasn't his business but he just felt like asking.
" Oh no reason." Remy waved him off as he walked out of the room calling out a last minute thanks.
" Your welcome. I think." Hank said as he watched Remy leave. The boy was just as confusing as Rogue.
Authors Note: Alright sorry this took so long. I was in San Diego all last week so I couldn't really update. But here ya go and i'm sorry there is no Romyness in this chapter. The next chapter should be out by the end of the week.
Take Care,
Rogue Star
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Drifters
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Chapter 21: Information
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Rogue stood outside of the sliding glass doors looking in on the two unconsciouses people lying in the beds. One was a woman no older then her with died black hair. She looked almost peaceful, Rogue thought. The other was a young man; he also looked about her age. But there was something different about him. It wasn't the fact that he had greasy hair or an unusual greenish tone to his skin. He looked peaceful as well. As if he were merely sleeping.
It was the late afternoon and Rogue was glad to receive some alone time. She had seen Mr. McCoy in here earlier and when she asked about it he said it wasn't important and she should try focusing on getting better. With that thought Rogue looked down at her damaged shoulder held in a white sling. It didn't hurt right now just stung like hell whenever she moved her arm. He'll be back soon Rogue thought as she stood stone still out side the room. Just a quick peak Rogue told herself then she would leave cause he would be retuning soon. He came in every half-hour or hour to check on them. The only question was who was them?
Rogue gathered up her courage and walked into the room. The sliding doors whooshed open and she cautiously stepped in. She walked over to the foot of the boy's bed and stared at his content features. There was a small odor that reached her nose but she chose to ignore it. It wasn't that bad, she thought.
Mr. McCoy had told her that she and Remy were welcomed here in his home and she was free to roam around where ever she wished. She was grateful to the man she didn't know but felt that she could trust him. She couldn't figure out exactly why she couldn't remember everything. Some things were coming back but others remained a mystery. Like Remy for instants.
According to Mr. McCoy two nights ago he had brought her here for medical help. She had been shot and a new weapon against mutants was injected into her system. But she felt that there was something else he wasn't telling her. She hadn't told him about her resent dreams with him in them. She wasn't even too sure that they were all about him either. But she could tell they were memories. She really didn't see much of a point in telling him anyway. What was she going to say, " My dreams lately have been your memories." That would really be smooth, yup. They would think she was crazy for sure. She was already hearing more and more voices but in some way they seemed so familiar and…comforting. Like they had always been there.
For some reason unknown to her, Rogue felt that she was the reason that these two were lying helpless in a bed. She had no memories of this place, nothing felt familiar to her but she somewhere deep in her gut felt as if it was her fault that something she had done had caused them to be in the present state they were in now.
" Ah'm sorry if this was mah fault." Rogue told them quietly as she left the room.
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" So what your saying is there's nothing wrong with him?" Pietro asked in an annoyed tone. He was trying to show more patience something his father had told him to work on but this idiot that was running the med lab at the moment wouldn't give him a straight answer to his question he would answer Pietro's questions with a question of his own.
" Did I?" A man with a white lab coat asked scratching his head asked. His hair was jet black and his skin pale-white compared to his hair and bright white lab coat with the exception of a small pizza sauce stain on the left pocket. And a coffee stain on the collar and a grass stain on the knee, how he got that one was still a mystery considering he never got out much. And a blue inkblot on the, well there were several inkblots and the coat was actually a mess. "I could have-um-sworn that I had said there seems to be-um-nothing wrong with him but I could have be-um-wrong. So you-um-think I'm wrong? Oh, I hope I'm not; you aren't going to, like-um. fire or kill me are you?" He asked looking right at Pietro the light catching on his round thick-framed glasses causing a small glare over his left eye.
" Not yet." Pietro told him, tapping his foot repeatedly on the cold metal floor. A habit he had when he was really annoyed. Taking a deep breath Pietro chose his words carefully. " Look. Doctor Caprice. Is Max injured?" Pietro asked. Dr. Caprice was about to answer as he opened his mouth but Pietro stopped him. " Now before you answer." Pietro told him putting a hand up to stop him. " I only. ONLY. Want you to shake your head yes or no. You got me?" Pietro asked his gray eyes glaring furiously at the doctor.
" Ye-."
" No. Nod your head yes or no." Pietro ordered him. Dr. Caprice nodded his head yes. " Good boy. Now is Max Cooper injured?"
Dr. Caprice nodded a yes but then a quick no. Pietro gave him a funny look and sighed.
" Good grief. Is he bleeding?" Pietro tried.
Caprice nodded no.
" Well then is he unconscious then?" Pietro asked.
Caprice nodded a yes.
" Alright then. That's all I needed to know. Post two men outside his door and check on him every 15 minutes." Pietro ordered as he began to leave.
" But sir." Pietro halted to a stop, he was not in the mood for this. He had to prove that he was far better then Electra was at running this base.
" Yes Matt?" Pietro answered in a tired tone.
" Mathew." Dr. Caprice corrected him.
" Whatever. What is it?" Pietro asked.
" It's just that well um…" He was stuttering again. " It's just that um while we… were going over the um….other body…." He stopped.
" Yes what about the other body?" Pietro asked beginning to become interested.
" Well it would seem that um…the body you brought-um-in…" He took a gulp.
" Well is she dead?" Pietro asked in a panicked tone. His one job was to make sure that her body stayed alive.
" No." Mathew Caprice stated flatly. Relief washed over Pietro.
" Well then what is it?" Pietro asked.
" We were running a DNA test to find out who she was or is." He paused and pulled out his file reports. " It would seem that she is Max Coopers half sister Alexandra Christine Cooper. She only recently changed her name back to Cooper from Heart after her biological mother told her on her 18th birthday that it was her biological fathers name whom she had had a short affair with that lasted little less then a year. To a Jonathan Nathaniel Cooper. Her mother also informed her of a half brother Max that live somewhere in the northeast area working at Xavier's school for gifted youngsters as a counselor. Alexandra is 24 years old where she is currently working at a small police station in Salem, she is for the time on leave saying she needed to find her roots." Doctor Caprice informed Pietro handing him the file they had dug up on Alexandra Cooper. Pietro took the folder handed to him but said nothing. As soon as the folder left Caprice's hands he seemed to revert back to his old jittery self.
Pietro's _expression was shocked. One he didn't know that Max had a sister, two he didn't know how Max would react to the fact of know that his sister's mind was in another person's body and three Pietro could not believe that Doc Caprice said all that information with out stuttering once. " You got all this information out of her file?" Pietro asked.
" No." Doctor Caprice shook his head. " We had Ezekiel go into her head and-um-find the information." Caprice answered.
" How did he find this information when her mind is in another person's body?" Pietro asked as he gazed about the room for the first time really. And he noticed that everyone was looking at them. " Get back to work you lazy bums." He cried out causing Dr. Caprice to jump a bit and straighten his glasses.
" Well it would-um-seem that-um…"
" The brain stores our memories so her memories were still stored in her brain where I could easily access them with out any hassle." A pale looking man with some war paint covering his face. He wore dark pants and instead of a white lab coat he work a black one looking a lot like robes. His head was bald but not due to his age but due to his mutation.
" Ezekiel where have you been?" Pietro asked a tad startled that he just all of a sudden jumped into the conversation. " You were suppose to report to the meeting that Electra set up a few hours ago."
" My sincere apologizes but my services were needed here." He answered. Nodding his head in a slight bow to show he was sorry.
" Stop sucking up, Zeke. Report to Electra for your assignment." Pietro ordered cringing at the thought. It should be him running the show not her. But he did get her good earlier. Noticing them looking strangely at them Pietro scowled. " I want two guards as well posted out side her door as well. No one without authorization is aloud in. I want you to check on her every half-hour that is all."
" But-um-sir."
" I said that's all." Pietro bit back.
" Oh-um-yes sir." Caprice said turning around immediately to go and find some work to do. Ezekiel didn't say anything he just nodded and walked out of the room.
So Max has a sister, well half sister. Pietro thought as he walked down the hall carrying the file under one arm. He smiled a small evil smile that always seemed to play on his features when he was wondering how to use information that only a handful of people knew.
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" She hates me." Remy stated as he watched Hank go over Wanda and Todd's vitals.
" What makes you say that?" Hank asked as he took down some notes on Wanda's heartbeat and brain wave patterns.
" Didn't you see it? The look she had in her eyes when she saw me. It was like she was seeing through me or something." Remy said in an aggravated tone. He took a deep breath and sighed, looking down at Todd and Wanda.
" I think maybe you're over reacting. Give her some time. The girl just lost her memories and your expecting her to welcome you with open arms." Hank told him jotting down the information for Todd now.
" I'm afraid that time is not on our side, mon ami." Remy told his shaking his head.
" What makes you say that?" Mr. McCoy asked finishing up.
" Remy don' t'ink dat Magneto is goin' t'let him and de fille go free after what three years of planning to get his revenge. Now he's going t'do whatever it takes to see dis whole t'ing through." Remy told him with a bitter after taste left in his mouth.
" Well this makes things a bit more complicated." Hank said to no one really. " There done." He said as he finished scribbling something down.
" Dat it does." Remy said rubbing the stubble on his chin. He hadn't had the chance to shave today or yesterday for that matter so he was getting a little hairy. " Okay so maybe Remy was over reacting a bit. But her attitude just... I don' know... just bugged me."
" I think the way you treated her this morning didn't really help the situation either." Hank added putting away his charts.
" Me?" Remy asked. " She acted like she was de Queen of Sheba. She is so stubborn, and dat mouth. And what de heck is wit' her naming all Remy's faults? I know my faults thank y'very much. I don't need her pointin' them out to me." Remy called out, really over-reacting. Hank had to chuckle.
" So you like her?" Hank asked. Remy seemed almost appalled by Hank's statement.
" Hell no. She is far to stubborn and pushy and confussin' how could Remy like a fille like dat?" Remy asked Hank.
" Deny it all you want." Hank said under his breath.
" SO changing the subject. Can Rogue use her powers yet?" Remy asked. Mr. McCoy paused for a moment letting the thought sink in.
" Perhaps. Yes, they should have returned by now. Why do you ask?" Mr. McCoy pondered. It really wasn't his business but he just felt like asking.
" Oh no reason." Remy waved him off as he walked out of the room calling out a last minute thanks.
" Your welcome. I think." Hank said as he watched Remy leave. The boy was just as confusing as Rogue.
Authors Note: Alright sorry this took so long. I was in San Diego all last week so I couldn't really update. But here ya go and i'm sorry there is no Romyness in this chapter. The next chapter should be out by the end of the week.
Take Care,
Rogue Star