Chapter 5
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Remy looked up at the man. He didn't know how long it took to get a first aid kit from the mansion they stayed at, but if this fellow said she's been gone a little too long, then Remy'd agree... and he didn't like the idea of Rogue missing.
"Why don' yo go lookin' for her den? Remy'll be fine fer now." Remy said to him hoping Rogue was okay. He closed his eyes as a quick wave of pain went through him and almost regretted telling Wolverine to leave, but he rathered he found Rogue and made sure she was alright so he bit back the pain and forced a somewhat re-assuring smile on his face for the Wolverine so he'd go look for her.
Kitty hummed to herself, "Red and black? So not you." She smiled, and ruffled his hair once more, "Naw, I like you just the way you are. No amputations today."
She took in a deep breath, letting the moment get to her. For this moment, she actually looked a lot more tired than she had been acting. Just putting on a strong face for everyone, it appeared. She blinked, "Gambit? He's over there... don't worry about it."
Logan grunted, he wasn't exactly up to leaving Kitty alone with these vigilantes. He took one more look at the 'reassuring' smile on the Cajun's face. But, it wasn't like they could hurt her, they were too far gone themselves.
"Kitty, make sure they stay here. I'll find the Rogue." Logan took off at a fast paced walk toward the mansion.
Kitty made a face as Logan decided to investigate after Rogue. "Greeaaat.", was all that she could muster.
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Logan made it to the door when something hit his nose. Another mutant was here, but the scent was unfamiliar. Unfamiliar, but fresh. Keeping his eyes open he slunk inside. He growled softly picking up the scent again, Rogue's as well. Both scents led down the stairs. He stalked up the stairs, a certain familiar Snikt sound filled the the hallway that the two mutants had went down.
Chartreuse had almost reached the elevator went she heard a metallic sound. She turned, someone was coming down the hall. She gasped and quickened her pace, not wanting to be caught by them. She turned down a smaller hall, it obviously led to some bedrooms. She quickly tried a door; locked. Without thinking, a small glass pin slid into her hand. She focused herself, though rushing, on the hopeful sound of a click as the door unlocked and slipped open. She congradulated herself on the quick job, she usually couldn't get a door unlocked in such short time. Hearing no one coming down the hall she pushed open the door and slipped inside.
'Oh great.' Char mentally smacked herself, she had managed to slip into an exitless bathroom. At least there was a mirror.
Logan stopped, he thought he heard something. A click, like a lock. He stopped at the intersection between the hallways. Rogue had gone one direction and the other mutant had gone the other way. He didn't think of this new mutant to be dangerous, her scent was filled with vanilla and some hope, not hate and putrice. He called out lightly.
"Rogue? Stripes." Maybe she was still in the medlab. Hank sometimes displaced things. Alot of things, come to think of it. He shook his head, Rogue could take care of herself, just as she had with Gumbo. He turned down the separate hallway, following the mutant's trail to the bathroom. Why would someone want to hide in a bathroom? Logan reached for the doorknob, it wasn't locked but something was leaning against the door.
Char heard the handle turn. The person must have heard or seen her. Her blue eyes narrowed, getting an icy glaze. She leaned her body against the door, her weight wouldn't be much held, though. This was one of the moment she wished she had different powers. She through open the door and concentrated on the man infront of her. She held out her hand, a thin glass layer firmly planted his feet to the ground and she frantically looked around for somewhere to run to. Stupid move. She was stuck in a bathroom, with no escape route, and a scary looking man with sharp, knife-like, claws.
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And so... Wolverine left him. Remy was kind of relieved though. The man was kind of intimidating. If he'd have been his normal self he'd have barely noticed and ignored it, but in his condition he had noticed it.
Remy looked around as much as he could without actually turning his head. He didn't like being here, this vulnerable, with only one ally that was nearly as vulnerable as himself, a witch with a bad temper whom was also injured because of him, and an X-girl he knew nothing about.
Remy attempted to sit up but he couldn't and he figured he needed to stay as still as possible to keep his heart from beating as slowly as he could. The slower it beat the less blood he lost.
Remy sighed. "'Ey.. John... how y'doin'? Hope Remy didn' hurt ya Too bad."
John quickly cut his eyes over to where Remy sat.
"Me?" He asked, feigning surprise. "Oh, I couldn't be better mate. Come to think of it, when I got this morning I said to myself: 'Self...' I said 'It's such a beautiful day today, but you know what could make it so much better? If one of my teammates CAUSES A CAVEIN AROUND MY BLOODY ASS!!!"
John coughed again after raising his voice. He probably shouldn't have strained himself like that, but he felt a point needed to be made.
Remy winced as the each yelled word hit him like a physical blow. His ears pounded and his blood rushed. He had too bad of a headache to listen to his friend scream. Although.. he had every right to.
Wanda watched them, only half paying attention, she was more concerned about what exactly was wrong with her. Could she stand if she tried too? Was anything broken? She knew something was wrong with her ribs. Maybe if she was lucky then she only bruised a few, IF she was lucky.
But seeing as how she woke up in a cave this morning she wouldn't consider this one of her lucky days. And the fact that she would consider hersekf lucky if only a few bruised ribs were her only injuries didn't make her feel all that lucky.
And who was to blame for her wonderfully healthy condition? The Cajun. She just wanted to ring his little neck at the moment, but she was to weak. Dam him.
"Mark my words Cajun, once I'm healed, I'll Hex your ass to kingdom come, for this." She threatened, feeling it needed to be said. Just sitting her like that made her feel weak, and she hated feeling weak.
'Yup' Remy thought to himself. 'Remy be killed for dat. T'ought he was actually gonna make it fer a second dere.' He thought in amusement, but he didn't risk saying any more. If Wanda did feel she had enough strength to hex him... it'd probably kill him.
Kitty stretched, and then stood up. She moved over to Gambit's side to check on his injuries (Not that she could do much or anything).
"How're you feeling?" Kitty asked Gambit. "I think you're in the worst shape out of everyone here." Obvious, duh. "Anything I can help you with?" Kitty idly thought to herself, 'Totally feeling useless here. Way to go, Pryde.' She shrugged as she checked on Gambit quietly.
Remy grinned. Of course it'd be Rogue's friend who spoke in a low voice so pain didn't enfulf him again... of course it'd be an X-man who'd show some caring. But then again, he really didn't blame the others for wanting to pound his head in. Remy grinned at Kitty, "Remy'll be fine. Jus' as long as my chere arrives."
John strained and slowly rose to his feet, wobbling a little as he did so.
"Speakin of your 'Chereee...'." John drug out the word. "Shouldn't she and the Badger be back by now?" He asked, looking in the direction of the Mansion.
Kitty scrambled to her feet as she saw John stand. She quickly moved over to help support him (if he needed it). "Hey, watch out. Don't need to go hurting yourself more."
She made a face, "You guys must think I'm totally weird by helping out like this, huh?"
Remy tried to look up at his friend but as usual still couldn't move his head. "Y'guys can go ahead and look for 'em den. Remy t'ink he'll stay here. He can't move anyway 'less someone carry 'im.. and he ain't gonna let y'guys do dat." Remy said with a grin. He then turned to Kitty "An' they're yo're friends.. so y'better go check on 'em."
Kitty shrugged, "Yeah, but... knowing who's involved, it's safe to say that if something got them, I have even less of a chance. In retrospect, it's safer to be here. Not to downplay myself, but Logan can certainly take care of himself. And I realize you all aren't defenseless." She shook her head, "They'll be back soon. I'll stay."
Remy grinned at the girl. She seemed to have found an odd liking to Pyro, but Pyro had seemed to have found an odd liking to the Scarlet Witch, and he was highly amused by the whole thing.
"Suit yerself p'tite." Remy said with a shrug, but he knew if he was in good enough shape... or even if he was at least able to walk he would be out searching for Rogue. If this girl was so confident they'd be okay though, Remy should just trust her. He just hoped that'd they'd return soon.
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Logan stared down at his feet. "What the..." He seemed surprized, partly because she encased his feet in glass but also because he had no idea what she was doing in the bathroom. She looked afraid of him. But, then again, alot of people were.
"It's okay kid, I'm not gonna hurt you." He reached down and sliced the glass around his feet, causing it to break apart. He pulled his claws back in. She wasn't a threat, not yet anyway.
"So, what are ya doing here?" Logan asked.
Char took a hesitant step back. "Um..." She fought for the words she was looking for. "Mr. Xavier...he sent for me." She hoped she had picked the right words. She stared down at her feet and the broken shards of glass. "I knocked on the door, earlier, but no one answered and then I saw..." She narrowed her eyes in thought, absentmindedly tugging on a few locks of ebony hair. "I saw a girl come inside...so I followed her, but got lost in here." She glanced down, pretending to become fascinated by the cowboy boots she wore. She smirked when she noticed he was wearing a pair as well. Good time to change the subject.
"You like horseback riding?"
Logan raised an eyebrow at the question. He ignored it as well. "So, Chuck sent ya here." He stated, musing calmly. "I suppose your power is that?" He motioned to the glass on the floor. He turned around and took a few steps out of the bathroom.
"Ya comin' or not, 'cause I've got people to see, places to go." Logaan quoted the well known line. "And at the moment the people need help." He smirked at the girl. "So, doll, know anything 'bout first aid?"
She shook her head gently. Frowning at being called 'Doll.' "Nothing really." She said quietly, suddenly shy. "Is someone hurt?" She asked, the urgency rising in her voice.
Logan shrugged. "You could say that." He turned to the girl. "Coming?" He rather hoped the girl would come, she reminded him of Rogue slightly. Even though they seemed like nearly complete opposites. He smiled as though he suddenly remembered something. "I'm Logan"
She nodded. "Chartreuse." She mildly stepped out of the bathroom and glanced down the hall, she looked around and tugged her leather jacket tighter around her body. Not out of cold, but of comfort.
He nodded. "Alright, Char." He has dubbed her with two nicknames in one day, that was a first. He took a step into the bathroom and grabbed a first aid kit from under the sink. Logan took off at a medium pace down the hall. He could barely hear the girls steps beside him; lightfooted. He hated it when people were quiet, like that Cajun. It made him feel like someone was deliberatley trying to follow him. He tried the elevator; no luck. He shrugged, Rogue could take care of herself. She probably wanted to be alone right now. He growled out of habit and paced down the hall, toward the stairs.
Char glanced around, looking amazed at some of the beautiful vases. She followed Logan down the stairs. "Hey, Slick." She called out, "Where we going?"
Now he had a nickname. He shrugged it was bound to happen sometime. "Out back," He said. "The people...they need help." He pushed open the back door and headed for the gazebo that was near the back of the property.
Chartreuse followed, glancing over the large mansion grounds, fascinated. As they neared the gazebo she began to hear voices. She focused her hearing on them and brushed her long black hair out of her face.
Logan made his way to the gazebo. "Half pint." He growled at Pyro, just for fun. He knelt down and opened the kit, pulling out some bandages and a few bottles of ointments. He held one up, ignoring everyone, and reading the labels. He snorted. Mumbling something about Hank. He tossed a few rools of bandages at Kitty. "Wrap up the Witch and Firefly." He squinted at Gambit and again looked around for Rogue.
Kitty blinked as Logan re-entered, catching the bandages (just barely). "Wha..what?"
As the doors opened, Rogue found a... normal sight...it didn't look like anyone had entered or anyone had been there...
Slowly she exited the elevator and strolled down the halls, speeding up with each step until she was finally at a run. Taking off back down the stair case running to the open doors. With a pant she sped out of the door and back into the gardens, her hands brought over her head to protect herself from the thorny vines and bushes. She cursed under her breathe as a thorn hit againts her arm, even if she would have wanted to take a jacket something just told her to get out of the mansion and fast.
Rogue let a sigh of relief as she came back to the staircase, quickly she ran down, stumbling and tripping every so often.
As she reached the end, she took off to the mouth of the cave, clutching the bag hanging off of her shoulder. She had taken too long to return, way too long, Remy could have needed her! And -ahem- the other's too.
As she reached the cave, she immediately fell to her knee's, crawling to where Remy lay
Rogue, still panting, hovered over Remy smiling sweetly "Hi" she managed in a deep breathe, letting the bag fall off of her shoulder and to his side. "How're yeh, sugah?"
She appeared so suddenly that his temporarily slow mind took a few seconds to process it. As soon as it had though, Remy smirked at her. "Ahh, chere, y'face de most potent medicine y'could give dear ol' Remy." He said in his hoarse but still charming voice. "But he could still use whateve' y'have dere in dat bag." He finished, his eye flickering for the slightest instant to the bag but returned immediatly to Rogue's face.
John watched the brunette fumble with the medical supplies.
Kitty fumbled with the bandages and asked Pyro politely, "Uh... so where are you hurt? I'm new at this whole first-aid thing. So I might suck at this."
At least she's being honest.
He took a shaky step back, nearly stumbling in his weakened state. The words "I might suck at this" ringing through his head.
"Uh... I'm not that bad off... Really." He stammered. She held a couple simple rolls of gauze in her hands, but John wasn't 100 sure needles wouldn't be involved. "Just a whack on the head and a hurt back..." He tried to laugh, to find anything to divert the possibility of being stuck with a needle.
Then he found his diversion.
"Go ahead and help her." He pointed directly at Wanda. "Ladies first."
Wanda sent a quick glance towards him. " Coward." She muttered. Just her luck, she was going to kill John for this, and Remy, both for different reason, both would die slowly and painfully, if she was lucky, and healed up here pretty soon. Meaning she may need some help here. But she wasn't about to take it here in front of everyone, she could do it on her own.
"Just give me the bandages, I can do it myself." Wanda told, more like ordered Shadowcat to hand over the gauzes and Hydrogen Peroxide. As she struggled to get up and hold her own, her ribs retracting in enormous pain. Her bruised legs wobbling under her weight, her gash on her left arm stinging beyond belief, and her pounding head set everything else in sync. She could do this she told herself, trying to ignore the corsing pain, she could stand with out anyones help, she wasn't weak.
Kitty rolled her eyes at John's 'fear', and handed the bottle and some gauze over to Wanda as requested. She took the remaining bandages and moved back over to John, "Now you're just being a baby. I'm not completely inept, I'm just not an expert, okay? Now where are you hurt?"
She nodded silently as Rogue re-entered the area, she turned around to behind John and noticed some slight scratches through his costume there. "You're not fine." She touched the area beside it.
John grit his teeth and jerked as Kitty touched his back.
"Yeah, well maybe not." John said, feeling a bit weaker at the knees. "Just don't go wiggilin your fingers around in there okay?" He asked as Rogue came back into view.
Kitty let out an annoyed 'ugh'. "Look, just relax and take it." She gets all demanding like.
She opened up a tube of anticeptic since she already handed Wanda over the Hydrogen Peroxide. She smoothed over the cream on the visible wounds John had on his back, then started to cover and carefully wrap the wound. She's not as much of a clutz as she claimed she'd be, actually, she's rather gentle.
Logan watched the two X-men take care of their so called 'enemies.' They didn't seem like much of a threat now, except Wanda, but then again, she even scared him. Logan watched Rogue care for Gambit and Kitty for Pyro, and then Wanda... herself. Slightly amused Logan turned to watch the mansion.
Everything confused him. His past, the present, and the future. He wasn't sure if he would ever remember his past, even what had happened in the last few hours. Even now, the present, where had the new girl come from, when did the Professor meet with her, did he even tell anyone about her? Logan was sure she wasn't lying, but, he wasn't close to trusting anyone here, not anymore.
His brow furrowed in thought. What happened to everyone? The mansion was empty, not a trace of any of the X-men. Even Magneto was gone. Why would Magneto leave his lackeys here? With Logan. It just didn't make sense. There must be someone else behind this, but who?
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Wanda watched them for but a moment, as she slowly walked away from them. She didn't need them, she could survive on her own, Wanda told herself, though it was kind of nice, to have someone actually care.
She stopped when she was a safe distance away, and was hidding behind some bushes. She carefully and slowly raised her once skin tight and favorite black tank top, but now pretty much a tattered rag up about three or four inches above her navel.
She cringed at the sight of her bruised and swollen ribs. This was gonna hurt, she thought as she slowly began to wrap the bandages around the injured area, taking slow deep breaths as she tightened the bangades. Dam it hurt like Hell, it hurt so much that she let a tear slide down from her eye.
Wanda let out a long deep breath when she was finally done. "I hate that stupid Cajun." She said, blaming her whole rotten cave experiance on him, him and Pyro, and Rogue, and well Kitty was the only one out of the group she actually liked, well repected at least. What did possess that girl to try and attack her anyway? She would have to ask her later, Wanda thought.
She had cleaned up most of her minor scatches and all she had left was the gash on her left arm, this was going to be tricky she thought. The wound was deep, and still lightly bleeding, not only that but it was high on her arm, she couldn't reach it all that well, espscailly not with her ribs in the condition they were in.
So she tried as best she could to reach it with the Hydrogen Peroxide, she slightly tipped the bottle so a small doseage would hit the wound, but a slight slip of the wrist and a shot of pain from Wanda's ribs caused her to spill the enitre bottle, all over her wound. It stung like a thousand knives. " Oh F#!" Wanda yelled out, dropping the bottle and instanting applying massive presure to her throbing wound, she hoped and prayed no one had heard that.
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Rogue nodded, beaming at Remy, "Course, darlin." Rogue pulled the bag onto her lap, eyes moving onto Remy every five seconds as she searched through the bag for what she would use "That head wound needs treatin to first, iodine?" she pulled out a bottle, she smirked at him "It'll sting, bad"
Rogue shrugged, if it stung it meant it was doing something, knowing quite well he was in no condition to scramble away she set the bottle down and pushed the bag off of her lap "Now...how Ah'm ah gonna do this" she thought aloud, rubbing her hands together getting a strange satisfaction out of having the ability to help her Remy (though you'd never catch her calling him that, specially now that he was conscious) cautiously she slid her hands under his covered back (by the trench coat) and lifted his limp upper half closer to her, letting his head rest againts her lap again.
It seemed everyone else around her, their words or actions were just soundless to her as she gazed down on Remy, only thinking one thing 'Once Ah fix him up Ah can get back to the way things were...'
'...eeh...remotely anyways...' Rogue thought.
Remy bit his lip in pain as Rogue moved him onto her lap, once he was there though... let's just say he didn't mind.
"It'll sting." Rogue repeated, still smirking "Bad." She warned him, almost as if finding pleasure in the fact. Remy couldn't help but grin. He loved the girl's spunk, just another thing that had drawn him to her.
"Remy'll live, jus' be gentle." He replied, giving her his trademark grin. All the while though he was bunching up the sleeves of this trenchcoat so that when he clenched his fists in pain, he would send his fingernails right through the skin, which he knew he would if he didn't have something between them.
John raised his arms over his head, trying to get a look at the bandages now wrapped around him.
"Not bad." He commented. John's head craned around to the bushes Wanda had disappeared behind.
He looked over at Kitty. "Better be glad she wanted to do it herself."
Kitty glanced toward the direction Wanda yelled her explicitive. She shook her head. "Be glad? I don't know. I just hope she's fine."
Kitty rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She didn't know what else to do, at this point. Maybe check on Wanda? She's not really sure if she SHOULD, considering what she just heard. Kitty took a few steps into that direction and made a fake-nervous-situation-interruption type cough, "Uh... hey uh... would you like a hand, Wanda? Just... y'know... wonderin'."
"Yeah." John agreed. "Lets go see if she is alright." He said as he laid his hands on Kitty's shoulders and nudged her along, hiding behind her as they walked around the bushes.
Once the initial shock was over and the burning feeling that shot through her entire arm had died down, Wanda didn't feel quite as bad.
She took a deep breath to help relax her. She felt a bit better, considerig what a wreck her body was in.
Now for the tricky part, how to wrap a bandage with one hand? Life sucked Wanda thought as she looked up at the sky, it really did.
She began a failing atempt to wrap up her wound when all of a sudden she heard someone coming.
Kitty blinked and stammered, "Wha--?!" as she's pushed forward by John toward where Wanda is.
"Hey!" Is all she can really mutter out before they turned the corner and approached Wanda's area.
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Rogue looked down on Remy, opening up the bottle with one hand, pushing stray strands of his dark hair with the other.
"Ah'll try" she replied, with a saucy smile, letting her hands go to work preparing to treat his wound as she took to spouting small talk to ease his troubles "You know, you'll never be in this position again" she smirked "So live it up Cajun"
"Once we get yeh fixed up good enough we'll take yeh back up to the mansion and to the infirmary--Logan can maybe give yeh a blood transfusion, since he can heal and then you'll be just fine--and as payment Ah want your jacket" as she spoke, keeping her green eyes locked on his she lifted up his head and brought the iodine damped cloth to his wound, continuing to flirt so subtly with the Cajun hoping it would distract him from the pain.
"Remy's jacket chere? Non, y'better step back now. He can' give dis away, it be a gift. He could alwyas lend it to ya dough." Remy replied lightly, smiling up at Rogue with the little bit of strength he had left.
"As fo' Remy never bein' in dis posistion again..." Remy snuggled his head into her lap as best he could, but with the limited amount of strength he had... he wondered if she even felt it. "Remy was hopin' dis would be de first in many." He finished with a cocky grin. He knew what Rogue was doing though... try to distract him from the pain. That was okay, he appreciated it... though he didn't know if it was going to work, so he braced himself for the worse.
Logan heard his name a looked over. Rogue flirting with Gumbo? That was new, but not unexpected. He almost laughed when she asked for the jacket. The Cajun did look rather pale, almost sickly. Rogue was right, he would need a blood transfusion. Not wanting Char to feel left out he walked over to her.
"Doll, might want ta introduce yerself." Logan said to the glass weilding mutant.
Rogue stuck out her tongue playfully, pressing her luck with his good attitude by pushing the moist cloth againts his open wound gently.
"Maybe" she began, now feeling nausceous "Someone else should be doing this, someone who can be more careful" her voice broke a bit at 'careful' "Someone who doesn't have to worry about draining the very life outta yeh"
Rogue cleared her throat, looking away from him and pressing even harder against his wound she glanced at Logan, then to the girl, then back to Logan again "We've got to get him back to the Infirmary, there's litte we can do here" she said quickly, her voice light and brisk. Absentmindedly she stroked Remy's hair with her free hand and continued to massage the back of Remy's head with the cloth.
It had hit her, just how normal she was being. Just how careless she was being.
Fingerless gloves, bare arms, and torn clothing. And it didn't help she was a emotional wreck. How little it would take to just have an accident and touch Remy? Draining the life from his already limp body? She couldn't afford a slip up like that, still, thought Logan had said he would be 'just fine' she still felt like the man laying in her lap was in more critical condition that they would admit.
She cursed under her breathe, as--even though she had only spoke seconds ago--the silence that met her was infuriating.
Quickly she removed the cloth and moved Remy off of her lap, pulling her bag back onto her lap and searching around inside.
Rogue stuck her tongue out him playfully but then she finally put the cloth against Remy's head and his head began to sting so bad his eyes began to water. He quickly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. He couldn't think of anything else besides the pain now though and the fact that whatever it was hurting his head was pressing down harder against it didn't help.
Blinded by the pain he felt ready to attack whatever it was hurting him but something broke through his blindness... he felt soemthing else. Someone was stroking his hair, and not just anyone, but Rogue. So, despite the pain he wished she wouldn't stop and for a while she didn't.
Quickly, too quickly, she pulled the cloth away and Remy let out a soft, short wheeze of pain that he was greatful he didn't think anyone could hear. Before he could recover from the shock though his head was being lifted and moved and more pain seared through his body. His head felt like it was on fire, the room spun, and his vision blurred for a second.
When she finished moving his head he just laid there for a second, eyes closed, and breathing deeply as the worst of the pain began to diminish again.
She began to mutter, gibberish and what she read from the labels she flashed by "
She looked so funny trying to be the nurse... she just didn't seem the type to him. He appreciated it at the moment though and wasn't about to try and stop her. But tease her... Remy couldn't resist.
"Y'make such a great nurse." Remy said teasingly. "Now jus' get one o' dose tight lil' white dresses on an' Remy be Really happy." He winked at her.
Logan walked over to the two. "Stripes, you're right." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He needs more help than what we can give." He sighed and turned to Remy. "I'm gonna take you to the Med Lab." He looked over at Rogue and Chartreuse. "Rogue, Char, get the others down there, too. I'll take Gumbo." Logan measured the distance from the gazebo to the mansion. He growled inaudibly. He had to carry him there, and the Cajun wasn't exactly light. He reached down, and surprisingly gently, pulled up the Acolyte's arm and pushed it over his shoulder. Thus getting him off of the ground.
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To Be Continued...
Authors Notes:
-- Characters/Authors --
Casakitten: Rogue Eixid: St. John "Pyro" Allerdyce KiyoneKatz: Kitty "Shadowcat" Pryde Sarah Crysala: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau Roguestar1: Wanda "Scarlet Witch" Maximoff The Gothic Kleptomaniac: Logan "Wolverine", Chartruese.