A/N: Sooooo sorry I took so long, folks! But I had the worst case of writerz block known to man…and woman, lol. Anyways, I hope ya'll enjoy this chapt. Review!
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"We better hurry!" Jubilee hurriedly said.
"Wait, what about this jet?" Bobby asked
"It's gonna have to stay here for now," Storm replied as she ushered the team into the jet. "At least until we can find a way to get it back to the mansion."
"Right now, we gotta worry about getting us back to the mansion," Colossus pointed out as Logan called to Beast to help.
But as they moved to retrieve Scott and Jean, the comatose mutants sprang back into consciousness. This caught Wolverine and Beast by sudden surprise that they didn't have time to prepare for the telekinetic force—not slam—to the opposite wall.
Storm saw the scene and pretty much began shoving the X-Men into the smaller jet. "Oh, God. Hurry! Everybody into the jet. Now!"
"Wait," stalled Jubilee. "What's up with…Mr. Summers..?"
"Never mind, Jubilee! Get in the Jet!"
At first, Logan and Hank thought Scott and Jean were going to attack. Instead, they saw a glimpse of the couple struggling to keep control. Another powerful telekinetic wind picked up. Scott clutched his fiancée's hand in his own as he ordered, "Logan, Hank, we can hold it for a minute, but only that. Use that time to get the hell outta here."
"Whoa, you crazy, kid?" Logan regained his feet and attempted to approached the two. "We ain't leavin you two behind!"
"Logan, please! For God's sake—not to mention your own—follow my orders at least this once!"
"Don't worry," Jean added. "You'll see us again, we promise. But we've got…to do something first. You'll know Scott and Jean again." The floor of the jet began to rapidly heat up, and the edges on the outside were beginning to burn. (telepathic flames.) the couple sank to their knees, yet not letting go of each other. "Get out…of here."
Hank and Logan reluctantly moved to depart, but Logan felt a hand grab his arm and holding him back for a second. He looked down to see it was Scott, "Logan, the Professor. Muir island. Go!"
What the hell was that supposed to mean? No matter. If these two insisted they'd better leave and this place was burning to a crisp, then they were gonna skedaddle. It was a wise choice, for when he was aboard the jet and it took off, the X-Men saw everything within the eye range burst into flames. Many of the X-Men gasped. But, somehow, the Wolverine knew that the Fearless Cyclops and the Beautiful Marvel Girl were alright. Somehow.
"Anywun mand tellin' me whut's goin' on, heer?" a French accent sounded by the pilot's seat. They all turned their gaze to a red-eyed, dingy-clothed mutant. He wore a long overcoat and a band which looked like it held up his dark hair.
"Don' ask me, Remy," Jubilee spoke.
"Gambit."
"You're Jubilee's friend, here?" questioned Storm.
"Thad be me."
Kitty—as well as Marie—showed a surprisingly immediate interest in this newcomer, "So, what kinda name is 'Remy'?" she asked as she sat down in the co-pilot's seat.
Before he could answer, Rogue, leaning on the back of his seat, said, "Well can't ya read the handwritin'—not ta mention the accent—in the wind, sugah? He's French."
Remy turned to her. "Om Cajun, lil missy. And 'Remy's just mah given name and whut little Jubes heer calls me. Mah name is 'Gambit'."
"You one intrestin' fella."
Bobby immediately hurried to Marie's side. Everyone seemed to have forgotten Scott and Jean for a minute, "Uh, don't get any ideas, Remy, this one's spoken for."
"Om not serprized. A pritty lil theng lak dat is shur to call up da boys." Rogue let out a bashful giggle. "So, bak to bisnis. Any place we need to hed to?"
Immediately, Logan spoke up and walked over to the pilot's seat where Gambit sat. "Yes. We need to go to Muir Island."
"What for, Logan?" Angel pondered.
"Scott said somethin' about the Professor…and a 'Muir Island'."
"Why would he say that?" Ororo asked as she stood beside Logan. "I mean, how can Moira help us?"
"Yoo mean 'ol Moira McTaggart?" asked Gambit.
"You know her?"
"Nah. Note really. Lil Jubes told me a theng or two abowt yoo X-Men and yar friends."
"Do you know how to get there?" Hank asked.
"Nah. If any yoo can fly a plane, be mah gest, cuz I'll just git loast trin' to find dat place."
"Well, it's a good thing Scott taught Ororo and myself how to fly." Remy rose out of the pilot's eat and Storm took his place while Hank took the co-pilot's seat (obviously having to pry Shadowcat out of it).
Old Retirement Home
Outside in the clean, green lawn, Eric Lehnsherr (sorry if it's spelled wrong.) sat alone before a chess board with metal pieces. Oh, how he missed moving metal without the use of his hands. He remembered moving a giant metal bridge because of his powerful mutation. Now…it was gone. All because of a damn cure which eventually was injected into him. He was so close to destroying it. So close. Then fate came along and…
If only he had the slightest bit of his power anymore. If just enough to move a chest piece! But wait. Why not try? He felt he had to. It wouldn't hurt.
He moved his hand over the nearest piece. Concentrated. Move. But wait! It…stirred! It slid over to a square diagonal to the original. Magneto looked at it. It had, indeed, moved without him touching it. He wasn't imagining it. He can manipulate metal once again!
He kept at it, excitement swelling within. Soon, the sun set. He was still there. Practicing. Readying. Soon he would make a comeback at the X-Men. To all those bastards who invented the cure.
He focused on moving the king to its right. No sooner had he done this…
"Check." That voice. That familiar, feminine, frightening voice. Eric looked up at the sound. Unmistakably, Jean Grey, also know as the Phoenix, stood to his left before him.
"Well," Eric kept his tone as calm as possible. "Welcome back, my dear."
"Can the small talk," Magneto looked forward again to see Scott Summers standing by the chair on the other side of the small table. "We've got a few things to discuss. And I've got the feeling you aren't going to like our little talk."
A/N: I know, I know. A few background changes were made about Gambit and such, but hey, I couldn't find another way to work him in. Sorry if this is a disappointment. And, yes, I have decided on a Rogue/Gambit pairing. I just don't know what I'm gonna do with Iceman after that just yet. Open to suggestions! Remember, it will just take me longer to update if I have to think forever on it by myself, HeeHee! Anyhoo, pleez review! The more reviews, the sooner the update, lol. L8erz!
