Heads we dance

Note: The song is Kate Bush's "Heads we're dancing". I'm not going to give you the lyrics, because I think you'd appreciate the song itself much more. The album is Sensual World, if you're interested.

This is almost… and could be considered… a prequel for Trials Unending. But is standalone too.

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Storm could feel the tears streaming down her face, sitting in front of a computer monitor, staring at the spinning icon that told her there was one message on the mansion's system. She had already watched the message twice. The first time she had barely got past Hank's opening statement.

"Hey." He showed her the coin in his palm. "Heads, we're dancing." He caught up her hands and drew her, whirling, into the crowd.

"Gambit… Remy LeBeau was responsible for the Morlock Massacre." Hank took off his glasses and ran a hand across his face. "He has been exposed as the mercenary who was working for Sinister when the Marauders were assembled and was pivotal in their gaining access to the tunnels."

"So." She asked through laughter. "What does tails get me?" His eyes flashed and he pulled her close into the circle of his arms.

"Wan' find out, cherie?"

"These accusations were made in person, and he denied nothing, indeed invited any retribution that his actions might warrant. When it became obvious that the judge in this case sought no less than his life, we made an attempt to rescue Gambit. There were unforeseen complications. We failed."

"They say the devil is a charming man." Storm teased.

"Oh, I met him. He got not'in' on me. Can' even dance." He winked.

"Really? Then, sir, I must get to know you better."

"No chance o' dat, Cherie." She couldn't help at laugh.

Remy's file photo appeared beside his meagre file. He was in uniform, stood tall and posture strong, a devilish grin spoiling any image of responsibility. The bar at the bottom showed 'updating information'. Ororo's eyes remained glued to that photo as a red bar pasted itself across it, reading 'deceased'.

"Who are you?" She whispered. "I don't know you. I won't even get the chance. You have taken that gamble away from me. What gave you the right?"

With a grin, Remy handed over the coin.

"D'y' wanna dance?"