(Seven)
"Well, now that's somethin' ya don't see everyday," Logan joked wryly. He was feeling a little better now after some time to heal, and was sitting up with his back to the wall as he watched the big screen. He had stripped his shirt off and was using the blanket to feebly wipe off the blood smeared all over his body.
The files were being played back on the screen, but they didn't have the benefit of Gambit's perspective. They saw only what Young Kimble was seeing and not what she was thinking. They had watched her go under the flower bush and only vaguely saw the two ghosts of Remy and the pilot Kimble talking outside. They couldn't hear what was said because it wasn't part of the memory file, it was all in the minds of the two men. They next observed as Kimble said something with that teasing grin and touched Remy on the forehead. The image of the bush froze as it was paused. A second window opened up on the Main screen and then the sex file was played. Again, they didn't hear Remy's thoughts or anything other than what Young Kimble said out loud. They didn't even know if Remy was even seeing this or not. Everyone in the pleasure room was speaking in Siskan and Seth translated from a separate window screen as he had been all along. They didn't see the glows either. That was a special range of perception that didn't come up on the playback. What they were looking at was like a home movie. You never quite see everything that's there.
Fallen had turned Maylee's head aside when Young Kimble went to work. Maylee laughed a little. "It's nothing I haven't seen before, Momma."
"Where did you see that? Never mind. I probably don't want to know."
Logan had sat quietly scowling as the sex file was played. He could grasp that this more than a simple pornographic time out, but it still made him uncomfortable. He didn't know Carnya was sick or how bad off Hayden was although he looked terrible. All he saw was the Siskan hologram somehow manipulating his two clients. It made him suddenly and intensely angry. He disliked anything where someone controlled another like that, especially in matters of sex. It was too much like rape. It didn't matter to him that Young Kimble's partners didn't complain. Free will was Logan's one undeniable right. No one messed with his without paying dearly and he made a point of protecting that right for others with just as much dedication.
Henry stood next to Logan and handed him a wet towel he'd brought from the barracks lav. He also brought him a change of clothes. Henry was smiling sheepishly as he kept one eye on the screen. "Why do you suppose Kimble played that file?"
"Maybe he was showin' Remy what he was missin'," Logan joked without humor as he cleaned up. He was painfully aware of Maylee's presence in the room and was uncomfortable with every inch of this.
"Maybe, but I don't see him or our Kimble ghosts in the room. I can't help but wonder just how much Remy got out of that."
"Judgin' from the look on his face right now, I'd say more than he wanted," Wolverine commented, pointing to the screen.
