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Seeing
'He bettah be here soon.'
A soaking wet Rogue dragged her feet across the carpet of the girls' corridor and into her own room where she sighed inwardly, relieved that she was finally at home. She dropped her magenta backpack and raincoat into a dark, desolate corner and hauled herself over to her bed where she flopped on top of it, snuggling her head close to her soft pillow that had comforted her through many difficulties and hardships. Her shoes slipped off of her feet and landed at the foot of her bed. Freely, she wiggled her toes.
A slight gust of wind coming through the crack between her window and sill whistled and immediately caught the Goth's attention. Her head snapped up in response, while the rest of her body cautiously followed suit. 'Ah didn't leave mah window open this morning.' She stood up from her mattress and on the tips of her toes, inched toward her desk on the other side of her bedroom. The little green lamp that had been set on the wooden desk's ledge held her eyes securely. She grabbed it and tightly held it behind her back to use as a weapon if needed.
"Who's there?" She paused for a moment before continuing to provoke whoever was there by saying, "Come out and show yaself, ya spineless ninny!"
The shadows of her room seemed to shift as the door to her joint bathroom began to open. Before she got a chance to see the mysterious that had snuck into her sanctuary uninvited, Rogue pulled the lamp from behind her back and threw it towards the door with all her strength.
"It be Remy, chère!" a thickly accented, suggestive voice said to her.
"Gambit?"
"Oui, chère. De one and only." Remy stepped out of the obscurity. "We really need t' have a little talk about this throwing t'ing, non?" he asked her, being careful to step over the broken pieces of glass that covered the floor.
Rogue scowled, clearly irritated that he had violated her privacy. "Stop calling me 'chère'. And that's what ya get for sneaking in through mah window! How did ya get past security?"
"Remy's secret." He flashed a flirtatious smile at her.
Rogue stuck her finger into her mouth and gagged. "Now that ya had ya fun," she said, "let's go see Mr. McCoy. Ah bet he'll be waiting for us." She gestured for him to follow behind her.
Luckily for her and Remy, all of the Institute's residents, for the exception of Professor Xavier and Beast, were out. Storm and Logan had been assigned a small mission and wouldn't be back until Sunday. Scott and Jean were involved in after school sports that lasted until at least five o'clock. Kurt and Bobby were either stuck in detention or planning their next prank on an unsuspecting victim. Kitty had volunteered to tutor one of the foreign exchange students. As for the rest of the New Recruits, Rogue guessed they were accompanying Amara on another one of her wild shopping sprees, or at the park.
Both young adults entered the med bay to see a very anxious Mr. McCoy. His fingernails looked jagged, as if he had bitten them off, and his eyes drooped, like he hadn't got any sleep the night before. Forcing a smile upon his face, he led them into a small room with only a bed and a computer that sat on a rolling table. As Beast began to fix up all the wires and the transducer, Rogue felt the urge to use the bathroom.
"Mr. McCoy, Ah'm just gonna take a quick trip to the restroom, okay?"
"Um, actually Rogue, I am afraid I cannot let you do that. A full bladder is needed for the ultrasound."
Rogue nodded her head. She squeezed her legs tightly together and hopped onto the bed. Seeing this done on television many times before while Kitty was watching the Baby Channel, she rolled up her t-shirt, revealing her stomach that was now a medium sized, raised bump. She quickly undid the buckle of her pants and lowered her jeans and underwear to her waist so it would be easier for Hank to get a clear picture of the baby.
She looked towards her side and was appalled at the sight of Remy's gaping mouth as his lusting eyes looked her up and down. "Ah suggest ya close ya mouth and pay attention ta the screen before Ah hurt ya. Ah promise, ya won't be walking after Ah'm done with ya," she threatened maliciously. Remy raised a curious eyebrow and averted his eyes to the computer screen that began to boot up.
Hank snapped on a pair of latex gloves and spread a warm, lubricating gel onto Rogue's abdomen. "This will help remove the air pockets between the transducer and your stomach," he explained. He then grabbed the little hand device that radiated energy needed to see the baby and pressed it firmly against Rogue's belly. The different amount of pressures he applied felt very comfortable, at times, almost to the point of making her pee on herself.
"There," Mr. McCoy said. "I see it."
Rogue smiled.
Hank widened his eyes in disbelief. "There's another... and another. Three fetal heartbeats."
Rogue raised her head. "Ya kidding, right?"
"Homme?" Remy asked, snapping the older man out of his trance.
Beast shook his head. "No, Rogue. I am afraid that you have been blessed with triplets."
"Blessed?" Rogue shouted sarcastically. "Ya mean cursed! This is awful." She turned her head to face Remy and glared with unrelenting abhorrence. "And ya. Ya did this ta me!"
She got up from the bed and lunged toward Gambit. He swiftly grabbed her fists as they came close to hitting his chest. Tears spilled from her eyes as she tried to fight his hold. After realizing that she couldn't break free from the restraint he had on her wrists, she leaned up against him and cried into his shoulder.
"Shh. It gonna be okay, chère. Remy promises." He gently rubbed her back reassuringly.
Rogue continued to sob. 'It's never gonna be okay. Never.'
"There is one way to avoid this whole situation, though," Hank said quietly.
Desperate feelings flooded into her heart. "What?"
"An abortion."
