Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own the X-men. To the best of my knowledge, Marvel still does.
Other Paths
"Good morning, I was wondering if I could interest you in waking up?" asked a polite voice.
Hank's, she guessed.
"What time is it?" she managed to moan.
"Noon. I was so hoping that you would agree to some new tests, just…oh, well, to make sure—to make certain that everything is…alright."
"Just get to the point, Hank," she muttered, throwing off the covers and getting up, wincingly slightly as she put a hand up to her head.
"I feel funny," she said, before falling back down on the bed. "There's no need for tests. I've lost my powers, and that is final. That's all there is to it."
"Well…no. It is a bit more serious than that."
Addie jerked her head up. "Make yourself clear."
"Well, when you were in the kitchen…something happened. I am not at all certain what. But you and Remy….switched powers."
"What!"
"I know, it is very peculiar, and I have never seen it before, but somehow you did."
"Oh no, oh no. This is what I saw! Something very bad!" she wrung her hands as she got up, lightheaded but to agitated to sit down.
"Hank, what powers does Remy has?"
"Well, as far as I know he has the ability to produce kinetic energy to charge objects that explode on contact, and a very low level or empathy, or charm power, and perhaps a very low level of telepathy. That would explain why he has very strong mental shields."
"Yes, and he has been learning to control these powers since he first developed them, many years ago, right?"
"Correct."
"This is bad," she kept on pacing. "This is very bad, Hank. By the way, what is charm power?"
Oh my goodness! She was sure of it, under the heavy layers of blue fur Hank had blushed.
"Well, Addie, it is the power to seduce." The Beast quickly busied himself straightening his spectacles, then looked down at a clipboard in his hands.
"If you'd be so kind as to follow me this way, I have some tests I'd like to perform."
Addie nodded, realization sinking in as she followed Hank down the hallways and towards the lab. Now, a great part of that sexy Cajun charm, was hers!
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"Now please calm down, my friend. I assure you that this was an accident. Nobody planned to steal your powers, it was merely an unfortunate exchange…perhaps a part of Addie's powers."
Gambit was practically seething, red eyes glowing like coals as he spluttered in French, trying to get a hold on himself. "Accident, Ha! Dis is an outrage!"
"Yes, my friend, but please, calm down, I may be able to help you. I must take a recording of your brain-wave activity, then perhaps a blood test, to assure myself that all is in order…" Hank was already bustling around his lab, preparing syringes and machines.
"Dere's nobody gonna take a bloody blood test outta me, so figget' it, Hank. You can keep y' damn tests. Dere's a simpler answer out of this."
The angry Cajun turned to Addie. "Okay, chere," his menacing, reddish eyes scared her as she glazed at her with cool anger. "Where did you put them?"
"Put what?"
"Don' play funny. My powers. Y' got twenty seconds."
A.N: Just a little something to keep readers satisfied. Umm, more on the way, promise, promise.