(Four)
Henry lay Gambit down on Fallen's bed and covered him up. Remy was breathing normally and other than not waking up, seemed fine.
Maylee sat on the floor of the cage and sobbed. Kimble had saved her and now he was gone. She had never apologized for being so mean and now she was afraid she'd never get the chance. Fallen held her, crying herself. She looked down at Kimble's lifeless body and wondered what she was going to do without him if he was truly gone. He lay so still and quiet.
Henry passed them on his way out of the cage. He brushed his hands over in their heads in a gesture of comfort as he went by. He wanted to do more for them, but he had work to do.
He stepped over Kimble and picked up Joseph. His crumpled body still lay against the hatch door where Henry had slammed him, his backside already starting to purple in a huge bruise. Beast carried Joe over to the cage wall facing the Main screen and lay him down next to the other Clansmen. They almost looked like the Three Stooges, laying there all broken like discarded toys.
Henry went into the galley and got the rope and a Med kit. He began to tie the Clansmen to the fencing, making sure they could not break free easily. He knew they were all seriously injured but was more concerned about security at the moment. He would look them over after they were restrained. Of them all, Bruce looked the worst and he was quick to bandage Bruce's nearly severed arm as best he could. The bleeding had stopped and it looked ugly enough, but at least no major arteries had been severed. He would need an IV and Henry knew Fallen had some in her lav.
Next in the order of wounded was Valentin. Fallen had slammed him pretty good. It looked like some of his ribs might be broken. A bone protruded from his arm where Logan had originally broke it the first time. Henry was able to twist his arm and gently work the bone back inside. He was an experienced physician and got lots of practice in emergency triage because of living with the X-men. His adventurous teammates got injured frequently in their many battles. He worked quickly and efficiently, hoping they would all get home soon. He didn't have the tools to properly care for Valentin now. His arm was so severely damaged, he would probably need surgery for it to heal right. That and a pin or two, he chuckled to himself.
Henry was almost finished taking care of Valentin when he heard Kimble gasp and start to breathe again. Kimble gave a soft cry of distress and rolled onto his side, curling up. He groaned in pain and then lay still. He was alive, but not waking up. Henry blinked in surprise when he realized that Gambit had made the same exact sound and rolled over in exactly the same way. It was as if they were both two halves of the same person and beyond creepy. "Well, that was interesting," Henry mumbled wryly to himself and got up.
"Thank God!" Fallen cried. She went to Kimble's side and put her arms around him. He was fully charged now and didn't draw power from her. She touched his face, but he didn't stir or acknowledge she was there.
Henry walked past her to the cage bed where Gambit now lay curled up on his side. He shook Remy's shoulder, but he gave no sign of coming around either. Beast sighed nervously. "I wish he'd wake up. I don't like this."
"Seth?" Fallen called out.
He popped up on the cage screen, duplicating himself from the Main Room. He was drawn and pale. "Yes, Fallen?"
"Can you find Kimble and Gambit in the Black Room? Wake Kimble up, I think Remy's sick." Fallen had assumed that since Kimble had taken her there with a big draw of power, he must have taken Remy there as well.
Seth closed his eyes and looked around inside the system. "They're not there."
"What do you mean they're not there? What's going on?"
"Kimble's running another program."
"Then where is Remy?"
Seth closed his eyes again, concentrated and frowned. "Who's Sheyman?"
"Sheyman?" Fallen repeated in her confusion but Seth didn't answer. He was thinking too hard. One side of the Main screen buzzed and came to life. At first it was grey static, but then data scrolled up quickly and melted into hazy images. "What's this?" she asked, hopelessly lost.
"Kimble's playing back the hologram memory files. I put them up on the screen. We can watch them as they're played back. We won't know what he's thinking, but at least we can see."
"Why's he doin' that now?" Logan complained weakly from his makeshift bed on the seats. He had heard what was going on and stubbornly refused to pass out, his injuries be damned. His will was quite strong. "This ain't the best time!"
"Sheyman activated a Command Override," Seth explained.
"Kimble doesn't have any," Fallen said, perplexed. "Who is Sheyman? Is he on the ship?"
"Apparently, Kimble does have Command Overrides. They were built in the original codes. Sheyman activated one from a remote location. He's not on board the ship."
"How would Sheyman know a Command Override -" Henry started to say.
" - Unless he made Kimble in the first place," Fallen finished with breathless wonder.
The screen gradually cleared. They could see a marvelous stone building, large and open. They were seeing it through Kimble's eyes and through his perspective, though it was zooming out, changing into more of a third person perspective. Kimble was in the skin of a young girl now, running down brown sandstone hallways and past large open windows, laughing gaily in the bright, streaming sunlight. She was being chased by someone, a young man they didn't recognize. They were playing a game, tag or some such. Kimble ran quickly and passed by a shadowed ghost of another man who stood at a loss against the wall.
"Remy!" Maylee shouted in recognition and pointed to the screen.
"He's not in the Black Room," Seth said with wonder, his eyes wide and worried. "He's in the files!"
