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Scene 12

Wanda left the mansion via a taxi Storm had called for her. As soon as the car door shut on the Brotherhood girl, she took out her mobile and made a very important call. In the spirit of friendship with Tabby and Blaze, she had allowed the Professor access to her memories of the evening. He had removed the parts relating to the Blackbird and the mansions lower levels, but her upfront admission that he might want to do this had stayed his hand regarding the rest of the night. His trust in her was sweet, a word that could not be used to describe Wanda herself.

"Father," she greeted Magneto on the other end of the line. "I'm about to send you some coordinates. There is a mutant there that I think you might find useful for the project. He has already proven himself. He almost killed Gambit today. His name is Behemoth."

Wanda hung up, then looked down at her cell phone to type in the coordinates of Behemoth's position. She sent them via email to her father, and then sat back to watch Bayville stream passed the car window.

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Gambit was sat up in bed in the infirmary supported by more fluffy white pillows than he could count. Wrapped in bandages all around his middle and his chest he looked somewhat like he'd dressed up as an Egyptian mummy, had Halloween not been three days ago. He'd been out of it for two days, but thanks to Logan's first aid and the Professor's medical attention he was now feeling much better. This was the first time he had sat up, but despite that achievement he was already itching for something else to do.

"Morning invalid," Blaze chirruped from behind a massive stack of magazines and various other goodies. "Thought you might be twiddling your thumbs down here all by yourself, so I've bought these for you." She waltzed into the room, dropping the pile of goodies over the end of the bed and perched on the side of the mattress next to Remy. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she didn't meet Gambit's eyes, but instead sifted through the pile so he could see what she'd brought.

"I got car magazines, bike magazines, sport magazines, music magazines and magazines the cashier looked at me funny for buying…" Blaze listed, before picking up a couple of paperback novels and putting them on the table by the bed. "I know you won't read the books, but they'll brighten the place up a bit."

"What about the food?" Gambit asked eagerly, nodding to the takeout coffee and bag of croissants by Blaze's hand.

"Hands off, that's my breakfast," Blaze smiled, looking up at her friend for the first time. The smile became a grin as she said, "You do look loads better mon Ami. Not that you could've looked a whole lot worse."

"T'anks to you," Gambit pointed out. "I'd have been a goner if you hadn't found me."

"No, you would have been a goner if Logan hadn't found us. Not to mention Beast," Blaze allotted praise where it was due. She did not mention Vixen's addition to the rescue. Gambit didn't argue the point; he knew she'd never accept the credit. She was too hard on herself sometimes.

"Feelin' better Gumbo?" Logan asked, coming into the room and leaning nonchalantly on the doorframe. Gambit felt a shiver run up his spine. There was something in the way Wolverine spoke those words that sounded like a threat. He looked from Logan to Blaze, who smiled reassuringly and squeezed Gambit's hand that rested on the sheets. Gambit only had one question for the pair of them, "Why?"

"The Professor has given me and Logan a job to do," Blaze explained. "We've hatched a bit of a plan to get you back fighting fit ASAP, if that's alright with you?"

"Do I get a choice?" Gambit wanted to know.

"Not really," Wolverine smiled menacingly. "We start training just as soon as you are back on your feet."

"No offence Logan," Gambit drawled. "But that ain't exactly motivation."

"Relax Rem," Blaze told him, kissing his cheek, taking her breakfast and starting towards the door. Gambit watched her walk across the room, hips swaying and shoe heels clicking on the hard floor. She paused in the doorway by Logan's side, glancing back over her shoulder with a pretty pout. There was humour in her voice as she told the injured man, "You're going to need all the energy you can get."

"You heard the lady," Wolverine added, ushering Blaze out of the room and following after her. "Get some rest," he called back to Remy. Gambit pressed his lips together in a thin line, not very impressed. He'd been knocking on death's door, for cryin' out loud. How did they expect him to get better with the threat of being at the mercy of those two the minute he was back on his feet? He should have taken his chances with Behemoth out in the woods…

"Glad to be back, Logan?" Blaze asked as she walked through the subbasement with Wolverine.

"Are you kiddin'?" Logan laughed, sounding more and more like his old self. "Feels like I never even went away."

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A/N: Credit where it's due, a big thank you to Corrinth for the loan of the amazing Ilehana Xavier, and of the monstrous Behemoth. Also thank you to all my wonderful reviewers, especially Nettlez, you are too kind!