(Five)
"Look at this!" Fallen scolded Seth gently. "You really must be more careful!"
"Ze fault isz all mine," Aiden lied smoothly. "It isz no trouble."
"No, he does this all the time," she complained irritably as though Seth wasn't still on his knees next to her. She reached for a couple of boxes and began to stack them. Seth watched her, a frown ruining the lines of his face.
Aiden watched, perplexed, as Seth's shine changed and became cloudy and dark. He understood now that this was Seth's Mistress, realizing his error as soon as he saw her. Of course, he should have remembered. When Remy had visited Trishnar's all those years ago, he had told the story of Fallen and her two Siskans, a tale Aiden had paid close attention to. Aiden now assumed that this pilot was that same Fallen and that she had somehow learned the art of making Siskan Courtesans, a craft he had thought long lost with the destruction of his home world. This young 'gram in peril here had to be one newly made. That jived with his scan and the way Seth was so shaken by her censure. Seth hadn't given the newcomer his name, therefore Aiden concluded he was brand new and weak.
What added to the mystery was that it was bizarre enough already for Seth's Mistress to be a pilot of all creatures, but it was even more unusual for Seth to be so unhappy to be near her. Seth was clearly angry she had criticized him and she couldn't see it. It must be an affect of being so young and fragile, Aiden surmised. Of course Seth's problems ran much deeper than that, Aiden could see it even if others here did not. Seth was in serious emotional trouble. The thought of Seth's distress saddened the Dreamer, but he was unsure of what to do about it.
It was okay, the solution to Seth's current unhappiness presented itself on its own.
"What's goin' on?" Kimble asked, coming up behind Aiden, his own shine bright and happy. The past couple of days in Aiden's company had lifted his spirits and he was practically walking on air.
"Kimble!" Seth shouted happily and found his feet, jumping up into his brother's open and eager embrace. "You're okay!"
" 'Course I'm okay. Had lotsa good folks watchin' out fer me," Kimble replied, giving his brother a nice big squeeze. He could see Seth's unhappy shine as well as Aiden did, but being Seth's older brother had its advantages, he knew how to fix it. Seth could never resist being held, loving the intimacy as much as he did himself.
"I missed you!" Seth breathed against Kimble's neck. "No one would let me come see you."
"It's all right now. I missed ya, too," Kimble said, his face an open dreamy smile as he looked up into Fallen's face. He was pleased to no end to have his brother again and was thankful Fallen had thought to bring him. Kimble expected his former Mistress to be happy to see him, but he could see now that was far from being true. Seth's being here was an accident, one she wasn't happy about at all.
/ Get away from him, you monster! she was vibrating. She felt this, yes, but was doing her best not to show it. It didn't stop her hands from clenching or widen the hard, tight line of her mouth. / I'm sorry I ever let you out! I won't let you hurt my Seth! He's mine! You can't have him! You can't break him like you broke yourself!
Kimble blanched and took an awkward step back, trying to cover it up with a clumsy smile. / She hates me! She used to love me and now she hates me! It hurts! It hurts real bad! he let slip, blinking rapidly to stop his eyes from tearing.
Seth was caught in the middle, bombarded by both sides with his new sensitivity. His Mistress' hatred and Kimble's wounded hurt choked him. He shuddered in misery, squinting as a bright lance of pain stabbed him between the eyes.
"You okay, buddy?" Kimble asked, instantly concerned. He took Seth's head in his hands, tipping his chin up so he could see him better. "What's wrong?"
"I'm fine," Seth lied, turning his eyes away to hide it. "Just a headache." So much for the joyful reunion. He had planned this event from the moment the possibility presented itself, but now all he wanted to do was go somewhere small and quiet.
Kimble shot Fallen a hard look. He was hurt from her vibrations sure, but of more concern to him now was Seth's state of mind. This wasn't the first time she had scolded Seth for something that wasn't his fault, but it was more than that. He had been aware on some low level that Seth had been out of sorts lately, even before all this with Mary. He had put it off as Seth's struggling with the move and the changes just as he himself had. It now looked like things were a bit more serious than that, something that was perhaps his own fault to boot. Between losing custody of Angel and now Seth's tension with his Mistress, the collateral damage from Zander's protective actions just kept rumbling on, spreading its destruction all around.
Fallen met his eye and didn't back down from it. Her dislike of him was still there, not wilting a bit from his direct stare. She reached for Seth to take him away, but Kimble held his brother firm in his hands, not letting him go just yet.
With a regretful, pained smile on his face, Kimble gave Seth a kiss on his forehead and out of habit, automatically released a small sip of Kundatesh to soothe, to take away the pain from his headache the way he'd so often done for Remy.
Seth gasped out loud, he couldn't help it. He had never complained to Kimble about anything to do with pain before and so his brother had never done this for him. It rocked through him as Aiden's inquiry had done, but was far less powerful. It didn't arouse him, instead it filled him with the weightless euphoria of being truly, deeply, and forever loved. / I loves ya, Seth. I don't wants ya ta ever be in pain, the vibration spoke as it blasted away his headache. /Never doubt that I loves ya, nuthin' kin ever change that. Nuthin'. /
Fallen didn't like Seth's noise and wasn't about to wait for him to explain it. She pulled him away from Kimble and moved him behind her. "It's time for us to go."
"But the supplies!" Seth protested, not ready to leave. Giddy from Kimble's benevolent and affectionate vibration, he wanted only to lie in Kimble's arms again. Kimble had always been there for him, offering brotherly love and support. He felt so foolish now for not having gone to him with his troubles. If anyone could help him through this, it was good ol' Kimble, the one who had seen him through everything else.
"It ain't no problem," Kimble answered, his voice rough from the hard lump in his throat. He knew the score now, knew just what Zander had brought to bear down on him. All he could hope for now was that Seth would feel that vibration and not grow to hate him forever, tainted by the bad vibes of his Mistress. With a thought, Kimble concentrated on the scattered boxes, lifting them all with invisible hands as he used his telekinetic power to collect what was left and arrange it back into a more manageable stack for his brother. His ease with his powers had grown over the years and he was well in control of it, cleaning up a mess like this was snap.
"I could have done that!" Fallen complained, reacting to what she perceived was an unspoken challenge for Seth's affections.
"Yeah, butcha didn't," Kimble replied a little sharp, just enough to let her know he was irritated with her, that he was hurt.
She looked back at him and scowled, not wanting a full out argument out here in the Lab. She said nothing more, but took the boxes in Seth's place and walked away, giving Seth a telekinetic nudge. Seth trailed her, obeying her silent order, his head down and submissive. He felt buffeted and a little sick now, tossed about from all the emotions sloshing around in his head. He grasped onto Kimble's affectionate vibration and it settled him enough to keep him quiet. They went to the back of the room and began putting the stuff away.
" 'E isz very new, him," Aiden commented, still standing behind Kimble and looking the way Seth had gone. He had been struck numb with wonder at the exchange he had just witnessed, never had he seen such a bizarre triangle of love and hate. Remy's tale did not include the events that had led to this. Of course he had heard the story before Kimble had been repaired, before Fallen had time to grow so afraid of the hologram she had discovered and brought back to life.
What a strange place this was, the Dreamer couldn't help but think. Seth was an infant Siskan owned by a pilot. Kimble was a mature 'gram who wasn't owned by Remy anymore but kinda still was, enough to at least be under his rule. No, Kimble was actually owned by his Angel, a bewildering state of being. Angel was a child, therefore Kimble wasn't even being used by his Mistress. That left Kimble all inside out and lonely, a Courtesan in dire need of one good fuck. No, check that. A few days of decent fucking, and that just for starters. A job Aiden was all too willing to take on, by the by.
Still, all this was perplexing to the newcomer. What the hell was going on? How could all this be? Aiden had never been in a situation where the boundaries were so clearly undefined. The Master owned the Siskan, a creature who lived only to please him, that was all Aiden really knew. He might not agree with the status quo on that, but at least the structure was there so that everyone knew where they belonged, and so did anyone else looking in. He could see now how a fragile young Siskan could begin Shemusk here and not be noticed, nothing here was as it should be.
Trying to work all this out in his mind, Aiden thought to break the tension left by Seth's departure by saying, "Didn' t'ink anyone make de Sziszkansz anymore."
"Fallen made him," Kimble replied, trying to shake off how shitty he felt at that moment. He couldn't believe Fallen's hatred of him. He tried to think back now at the last few times they had been together, had she hated him even then? Was it possible that he had been so blinded by his own problems that he hadn't felt this from her sooner?
Aiden gave a look of surprise, hoping to get Kimble away from his melancholy thoughts. He forced Kimble to recap and refresh his memory of Remy's tale by asking, "Ze pilot? 'Ow isz disz posszible?"
Kimble was all too happy to oblige him, his shine brightening a little as he explained, "It's kinda complicated. I wuz real broken, smashed. Not even a 'gram really, anymore. She stuck me in her computer an' used me ta help her fly her ship. I wuz all messed up and she made Seth ta help me be one person again. Later on me an' Seth got separated. I got out an' wuz a 'gram again. He got left behind. After a while, she got him out, too, but he ain't like me. He ain't gots no powers and he's real fragile. He don't have all the codes, he ain't finished. He don't see the shines or feel the vibrations none, but he kin have a hard time with folks some. He gits swamped a lot."
Aiden nodded, remembering some of this tale from the story Remy had told his Master years ago. What was perplexing of course was that he had assumed Seth was much too young to be the brother the story had spoken of. Turned out he was mistaken, Seth was closer to nine years old, something that sharply contradicted the scan he had just made. Perhaps his whole take on things was wrong and Seth was not in Shemusk, but merely damaged, incomplete. It would be a relief, Shemusk was not pretty if left to go too long. But Kimble was mistaken about one thing - Seth could feel the vibrations. Aiden recalled how quickly Seth had been unnerved by just a simple reading. Aiden wondered how it was that Kimble did not know this, perhaps they were simply too close for Kim to realize it. "Set', 'e isz szwamped by ze Kundatesh all ze time?" Aiden gently probed.
Kimble looked back at him, confused by the word. It sounded vaguely familiar, like something Remy might have said. Gambit had explained about the Kundatesh years ago, but it had been at a time when Kimble was still recovering from the Games Master's repair and not quite straight. As time went by, Remy didn't use the formal Siskan word, he spoke of the power as empathy or simply as the bond between the pilot and himself. "What?"
"Not'ing," Aiden replied quickly, shaking his head a little in perplexed confusion. He could see now that Kimble had never been formally or properly educated in this power, something exasperating. He wondered now just how much Kimble really knew about himself and what he was capable of. It was like Kimble had been living in a bubble, isolated from everything he truly was. What a strange Siskan 'gram, this...and so wonderful. He moved closer, touching Kimble on purpose and the pilot smiled back at him, his eyes glittering with amusement.
Kimble was all too happy to compartmentalize the wounding Fallen had given him and he now banished it away, giving all of his attention back to the one who could brighten his ugliest thoughts just by being near. The growing attraction between them was so powerful, it could almost be seen as a real thing, obvious to anyone who spent more than a few minutes in their company.
Seth certainly noticed it, even as far away as the back of the room. He had looked up from his labor for a moment, still trying to quietly recover from the Kundatesh coaster he had just tripped on. He saw the way the two of them were standing so close to one another, his brother and the Dreamer.
Aiden was oblivious to the observation, he was back to playing the game. He sniffed at Kimble and grinned when the pilot shivered and lowered his eyes without moving away. Indeed, Kimble took a half step back so he could lean against him a little.
Seth felt a surge of jealousy he didn't want or understand. He hadn't forgotten the message Aiden had sent him in that first vibration of sexual intent. Was it that he would like Aiden for himself, just once? Or was it because he could sense something powerful going on between these two he would never be capable of feeling himself? He loved his pilot Mistress beyond all others and couldn't even contemplate leaving her, but sometimes he could sense there was a much larger world out there, one he had only just begun to explore, but was too afraid of getting hurt to wander out further into. He could see Kimble was responding to the same magic Aiden had used on him, only he wasn't getting blown away by it. In fact, he clearly was getting off on it and wanted more.
Kimble turned to return back to what he was doing before Seth's little spill. He turned into Aiden to go back and raised his chin as he passed so that his mouth passed by Aiden's almost close enough to touch, but not quite. Kimble licked his lips as he did this and left with a smile when he saw Aiden's response. It was a flirtation, a tease, a demand for attention. It was Aiden's turn now to shiver and show his want. Aiden didn't have a prayer of hiding such a powerful desire and didn't even try.
Seth trembled where he stood and a perplexed look creased his brow. He had never really seen Kimble at play like this. Kimble played games with him and spent time with him over the years, sure, but Seth hadn't really taken the time to see his brother act like a Courtesan, not like this. Seth never went to the Common Room to see his brother prowl or chase women. He never watched Kimble dance in a crowd to see the way his eyes roamed over them all until he had chosen the one he would pursue that evening. He had certainly never seen his brother actually lay with anyone.
Kimble was hunting now, though. He was prowling and Aiden was the prey. It was like his brother was someone else. Someone big and strong and powerful. A pure sexual animal, full of grace and wonder. Someone capable of the magic Aiden had used and could feel things on a scale Seth would never understand. The thought of it sent a shiver through Seth's very soul and roused him again as Aiden had done.
In all the time Kimble had been here in his life, not once had Kimble made any kind of sexual move towards him, not even when it was just the two of them alone in the system and he could feel Kimble's heart ache in a way he never understood until now. Kimble was his brother, his father, his protector. Never a lover, though his presence could offer Kimble comfort. For one moment, Seth wished just once he could watch his brother at play. What things he could learn, what things could he feel if he were only brave enough to try! He didn't dare. He was a fool for even thinking it.
He didn't understand how Kimble could be so many things at once. A father, a brother, a lover, a broken child, a vicious killer. How was this possible? He knew that lately Kimble was out of sorts, not quite well at times. It was only today that Kimble seemed more like his usual self. Seth had expected the worst after the horrible episode with Mary, but Kimble seemed okay now. It seemed that Aiden couldn't have picked a better time to arrive. Kimble was interested in Aiden and it had revived him, making him revert back to his more playful self.
Fallen bumped him, breaking into his thoughts. "Hey? You okay?"
"Yes, Fallen. I'm fine."
She did not quite believe. There was something in his eyes, something that had been brooding there for a while now. He always looked a little sad and lost, but it seemed worse just now. She tugged on him and pulled him into her arms, giving him a gentle squeeze. He laughed and lay against her, happy now from her vibration of love. Mingled with Kimble's, he couldn't feel any better. He loved her so much. She was his whole life, his everything. How silly of him to want anyone else. Fallen petted him gently and said, "Let's go topside and have lunch outside? You look like you could use a little fresh air."
"That would be great," he replied, staying right where he was. He seldom went outside but always enjoyed it. Everything was fun when it was with her. He opened his eyes and saw Aiden was still there where Kimble had left him. He was watching them rudely, that small smile still there on his lips as if he had known that Seth had been thinking about him and Kimble. He nodded at Seth and sent him another vibration of comfort and apology, one he could feel even though they were pretty far apart now. Aiden withdrew finally then, going the way Kimble had gone.
Aiden found Kimble in the back testing room, doing some light housekeeping. It was quiet and the lab was empty for a moment, a prime opportunity for some play. He could see Kimble was already beginning to brood a little over the exchange that had just taken place and Aiden wasn't about to let it continue.
Kimble looked up at Aiden as he came in and smiled, an unspoken invitation in his eyes. Not one to turn anything down and taking advantage of the privacy, Aiden approached him boldly without speaking. He backed Kimble into a darkened corner, burying his hands in the pilot's rich ebony hair and kissing him with passionate abandon, happy now for this opportunity to play a little with his new friend.
Kimble laughed as they kissed, happy for the attention. His woes were fading fast, replaced by a strong desire to play. He was eager for this, they had been building up to it for a while now. It was a simple guilty pleasure, this fooling around out of sight.
Aiden was just as pleased, happy he had chosen to pursue Kimble like this. Kimble was a joy to kiss, his touch gentle and very, very receptive. Kimble was ready to do whatever he might want. Curious about his new friend, Aiden released a little of his backwash, just to see how sensitive the pilot would be.
Kimble reacted immediately. He moaned and trembled against the wall, made mad with desire. His hands reached out and gripped Aiden's hips tightly, pulling him against himself and not letting him go. He could sense what Aiden was doing with his power, the way he was using it, and was a bit surprised. He thought he was the only one who had this ability, this spell. Remy had it, sure, but it had come from himself. It had taken Kimble a long time to understand what he could do, he was still learning it even now, but had never really mastered it or explored its full potential. He knew he could use it to ease the suffering of others, but had rarely consciously used it to seduce like this. He couldn't control it very well, not like Aiden obviously could. The small taste of it drove him crazy with desire and he wanted more of it. He wanted it now.
Aiden sensed Kimble's reaction to the Kundatesh and was pleased. Kimble wasn't as sensitive to it as others he had met, certainly not as overwhelmed as Seth had been, and this pleased him. It meant that perhaps, when the time came to finish this game, the mutual release of their pleasure waves might not make them stupid. It was an unfortunate thing that Siskan 'grams of their caliber could actually stun and stupify themselves by laying with one another. The Kundatesh blew them away when they climaxed and they would lay still for hours, their eyes glazed over and drool leaking out of their mouths. It was common knowledge that this condition was possibly harmful to the hardware of Siskans, so Aiden was cautious with it, careful not to release too strong a blast when he was at play.
Kimble writhed against Aiden with shameless want as he surrendered to his deep kisses, making soft moans of pleasure even as his lips were crushed and bruised. His hands slid from Aiden's hips, up under his shirt to touch warm bare skin, their silent pleas demanding more of his attention. He was showing his acquiescence, but at the same time, his eyes were low and his chin down. This told Aiden all he wanted to know about how Kimble wanted to be pleased.
Aiden realized now that Kimble was a blatant submissive even when in play and there was only one way a Siskan became that way, Aiden knew. It was the way of pain and abuse, of forceful handling and breaking. The thought of anyone doing harm to this magnificent creature filled him with anger and frustration. They had all been abused, treated like trash and it seemed as though that would never end. Well, he was going to show this treasure in his hands that he would receive better treatment here. He could be rough the way Kimble desired, but he could do it with finesse, not with malice. He gripped Kimble's long ponytail and carefully pulled his head back, exposing his neck to be gently nipped and licked. Aiden couldn't help but chuckle softly when he felt the eager response from the pilot.
Kimble had arched his back, grinding his hips against him in an unsubtle outcry that he was more than ready to go all the way with this. Yet still, his eyes were closed, submissive. He was still doing all the asking even though it was Aiden who had initiated this. Kimble wanted to be dominated, he wanted Aiden in charge.
Not getting anything more from Aiden than another soft, patient chuckle, Kimble was forced to vocalize. "Uhnn... lay with me, please!" he wheezed as he trembled uncontrollably. "I wants ya so bad!"
"Non. Not juszt yet," Aiden answered, dragging his tongue across the bright white sweet skin of his neck and tasting the soft sweet Siskan flavor that was Kimble. He nibbled there, hard, and laughed when the pilot bucked against him again. "Don' wanna be rushin' disz, usz. When Aiden takesz you - an' 'e will - it ain't gonna be in no corner where we gotta be szo quiet, szo careful. Aiden want to 'ear you szing for 'im wit your whole body an' mind, eh? We gonna do disz right, usz. It gonna be 'ard an' faszt, den nize and szlow, undersztand?"
"Please!"
"For disz we muszt be patient."
Kimble snickered softly in spite of his need. "I ain't 'xactly been known fer patience."
"Disz Aiden can szee. Perhapsz den, it will be Aiden who teachesz it to you."
Kimble whimpered and trembled, quieting only when Aiden kissed him again. He was overcome with desire and being slowly driven mad, but this was delicious, so delicious. He had no doubt Aiden would honor his word, he could sense Aiden's desire for him and his tight control of it. This was no endless game with no conclusion like Bruce had tortured him with way back on Cerise. Aiden would take him and it would be like nothing else. Aiden's shimmer was bright like Kristalay's and powerful, it was intoxicating and full of promise.
Aiden slid a curious hand down between Kimble's legs and felt the hardened heat there, checking out what Kimble had to offer under the soft blue pants he was wearing. Kimble whined sharply and his body gave a mighty shudder, he couldn't control it. He was just going to die if Aiden left him like this. He pushed out at Aiden with his mind, purposely sending out an impatient wave of his own Kundatesh without really being able to control it. It was an act of desperation, of his intense need. He wanted Aiden now! "Please...!" he whimpered again.
Aiden shivered with arousal, enjoying what Kimble had released, but he was much too well trained to be swept by it. He was sympathetic to Kimble's plight, yet firm in his resolve. He wanted to do this, but not here, not like this. It would be in a private place, one where he could make Kimble scream with ecstacy and passion and not send an army of alphas stomping in to rescue him. But then again... perhaps he could ease Kimble's suffering just a little, progress to the next stage of the game. Just to see how Kimble would respond. He lowered Kimble's sweatpants a bit and placed the pilot's hands there. "Go on, Aiden won' sztop you."
"No, it ain't the same. It ain't..!" His protest was cut off when Aiden pushed against him and kissed him roughly. Kimble's hands went to work, he couldn't resist. Eager to assist in his own way, Aiden kissed him and explored him with quick and nimble hands, brushing his hips and running his fingers through the silky white fur of his thighs.
"Szo szoft disz, yesz. Dat'sz szo nize..." Aiden said in approval, happy he had found this compromise. He didn't want Kimble to think he was being teased.
Kimble was wound much too tightly to last long from such practiced treatment. He whimpered and moaned, his legs shaking and threatening to buckle. When Aiden sensed he was almost ready to let go, he let Kimble have another sip of his power.
It was more than Kimble could withstand. He cried out sharply and finished violently with a startled shout, his whole body shaking and tears leaking from his eyes. His legs gave way and Aiden snatched at him with a snicker, not letting him fall even as he glanced at the door to see if Kimble's outcry had been overheard. So far, so good. No one was coming.
Kimble leaned against him, gasping for air and trembling. His head lay against Aiden's shoulder, grateful for the save. He had expected to hit the floor. What was it going to be like when Aiden finally took him for real? He couldn't wait to find out.
Aiden chuckled softly, enjoying the game. He pushed Kimble away from him gently, back against the wall. He saw Kimble had made a mess of himself and raised the pilot's hands to his face. He wanted to taste what Kimble had given before it shimmered away. He licked at Kimble's sticky fingers, taking one into his mouth and snickering with amusement when Kimble shuddered and groaned again. "You taszte szo szweet, my preciousz pilot."
The words made Kimble's desire flare up again as if he hadn't just gotten off. "Don' make me waits too long, please...! I wants ya so bad!" Kimble gasped, tears of joy streaming from his eyes. He couldn't believe the intensity of his hunger. He hadn't felt desire on this scale since he first lay with Remy all those years ago. Not since then had he felt this way. It made all those stupid pickups in the Clubs seem like empty wastes of his time. He couldn't image what it would be like to have this one take him all the way, he was certain to be blown away.
Aiden seemed to sense Kimble's thoughts and was pleased. "Don' worry. Aiden will do for you, me. Zen you do for 'im, neh?"
"Anything...I'll do anything ya wants," Kimble promised, still overcome. "Just kiss me. Kiss me like ya done before...please!"
Aiden laughed and kissed him, at first a searing kiss, rough with passion, then slowing down to become more tender and loving, a sign of better treatment to come. He was just as trapped as Kimble was, his being on top and in charge of this not withstanding. He was crazy in love and drowning here. This pilot had infected his sensibilities and was making him vulnerable to whole lot of pain and hurting, but at the moment, with Kimble's warm body so close and so eager for him, he just didn't care. He couldn't get enough of Kimble's attention and the thought of having him thrilled him beyond measure. He never wanted this moment to end, this small spot in time where Kimble wanted only him, needed only him. He felt valuable and important in a way he never felt at Trishnar's. Kimble didn't want to share, not in this moment. Kimble was his.
Aiden slid Kimble's pants back up, making sure to fondle and grope him some more as he did so. Kimble's response to his attention was another delightful shiver. Aiden backed away, giving Kimble a freedom he didn't want. He smiled shyly and picked up where Kimble had left off at the housekeeping, as if their quick groping hadn't happened. As if he still didn't have Kimble's intoxicating taste in his mouth or a hard on of his own only just starting to calm itself down. This wasn't the time. He had a feeling to rush this would be a mistake. He wanted Kimble to take him seriously, to understand the depth of his want.
Kimble reluctantly joined him, grabbing a discarded broom. He hadn't wanted to move, hopelessly thinking Aiden would change his mind and come back to him. Aiden's resolve was all too clear, however. He would just have to wait. Kimble wasn't known for his patience but he wasn't going to have his way here. That was all right, he would wait and Aiden would take him, it was just a matter of time.
Aiden smiled when there was a soft rap of knuckles on the doorframe. "Yesz, Remy?"
"T'ought I lost you," Gambit said, the lie as clear as the bemused grin on his face. He had arrived in the Lab just in time to see Aiden follow Kimble through here. The guard had started to give chase, but he had sent the guy off. Knowing the Lab fairly well now, Remy knew there was no way the Siskans could get in trouble in the small testing room... except perhaps with one another. While giving the appearance of guarding them, he had actually been covering the door, letting them have their private moment undisturbed.
"Jus' doin' some chores," Kimble offered as an excuse.
"Well, it's good dat a Siskan keep busy, n'est ce pas?"
Aiden chuckled at that, but added nothing as he continued to pick up the room.
A nurse poked her head in the door, interrupting anything Kimble might have had to add. "Kimble, your daughter's on the phone."
"Right," he replied and left, letting a happy contented vibration drift over Remy as he passed by.
" 'E's a 'appy boy," Remy commented. "Whatever you done, 'e really needed it."
Aiden nodded, momentarily proud, then asked warily, "Can we talk a bit, neh? While 'e'sz buszy?"
Gambit tensed and braced himself, sensing something in Aiden's tone. Outside, Logan had mentioned in passing that his guards had overheard Aiden having nightmares almost every time the Siskan had slept. He had asked Remy to look into it, to see if he could coax Aiden into talking about what might be bothering him. Perhaps now, Aiden was going to make this easy for him and open up on his own. Remy smiled at him disarmingly, hoping to set the Siskan at ease. "Sure, cher. What you want?"