A/N: HERE ITS IS, THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!
Du Solie : At your request and somewhat demand, here it is. Exactly what you asked for.
Kyler: If you give it a chance, youd see Scott isn't "bashed" throughout the whole story.
Chapter 54
Rogue groaned, her head pounding and her cheek stung from the excessively hard back hand she had taken from the metal man. And no wonder, she thought, he was metal. She moved her hand up to her face, but found she was incapable of it. Her hands were behind her back, chained and locked tightly with gloves on and locked to her wrists to prohibit her power. She jerked at them, trying to get the chains off but couldn't, the more she strained the more her shoulders ached from the pressure.
"Rogue?" a voice whispered behind her.
She pushed her head back as far as she could from where she lay on the ground to see Bobby. He too was chained. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," he said and paused. "Is it you?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be me?" she asked then remembered the other Rogue which had been Mystique with Bobby.
"Well, it wasn't you earlier," he said from where he sat, arms behind his back.
She sat herself up, the ache in her head throbbed quickly then dulled as soon as it came. Taking a moment to gain herself, she scooted back, though he found her legs chained to, connected to the ones at her wrists. Either way she sat or laid made it uncomfortable, might as well sit up. She moved over to Bobby and leaned her head back against the metal.
"Are ya okay?"
"I'm fine," he let out a deep sigh. "But we're here…wherever here is."
She nodded. "Have ya tried gettin' us outta here with yar powers?"
He let out a noisy breath. "You bet. But I'm cuffed just like you."
"Are yar hands covered?"
"No, but the cuffs prevent me from freezing anything. They're some kind of disabling metal. Special design of some sort."
Rogue looked around. "Wha' do we do Bobby?"
"I don't now, Marie," he shook his head. "I just don't know."
"Do ya think Tristian will find us?" she asked and couldn't keep the fear from her voice.
Bobby leaned his head on hers. "Yeah, he will. He always saves us."
Rogue noticed the doubt in his voice and wondered if he was saying it to make herself her feel better, or trying to convince myself. She was about to close her eyes when she noticed something from the corner of her eye, something ahead of them in the dark room. A pair of lights, red blinking lights. Then she heard the growl and knew it wasn't lights. A light blinked on above them, swinging dimly in the dark room that with the light on looked like a basement.
"Bobby," she whispered loudly, breathing hard. "Wha-Whass that?"
"I- I don't know," he said and pressed himself back more from the glowing eyes in the darkness that moved around.
"And believe me," Rogue heard another voice and footsteps appearing into the ring of light they sat in. It was a tall slim blonde woman with the iciest blue eyes Rogue had ever seen, they were pure blue and so frozen cold Rogue shivered. She heard eyes were the windows to your soul. This woman didn't appear to have one. She smiled and it was as frigid as her eyes. "You don't want to know."
She moved closer, high heels clicking and kneeled down next to Rogue, so close she could smell her perfume, a deep fragrant of lavender. She brushed the white strand of hair from Rogue's face gently but she still jerked back, not wanting to be touched by this woman.
"Ohhh, darling, there is no reason to fear me…least not yet. If you cooperate I cooperate, it's that simple and that creature," she pointed with a slim manicured nail to the red eyes, "won't touch you unless I give him command."
She smiled at Rogue and Bobby. "I'm Frost, Emma Frost. What's your name?"
Rogue and Bobby said nothing, just glared at her.
Emma chuckled. "That's all right. I know already." She tapped her head with a nail. "I'm a mind reader just like your red headed friend."
Rogue's eyes widened at the mere description of Jean.
Emma nodded at her physical response. "Oh yes, I know about her, just as I did Tristian. She was quite pretty, perfect match for Tristian. He just loves read heads," she chuckled. "You should have seen his face when he saw I wasn't her, but that she was unconscious on the floor and that's when I gave him that little shove down the stairs. I didn't bother to see if he was all right though."
"Tristian?" Rogue repeated in a small voice.
"Mmm-hmm, he belongs to me you know. I just want to know more about him since he's been gone and I think you have that information. I want it. If you give it to me freely, I'll let you live. If not," she shrugged and glanced into the darkness where the thing growled, "then he's wanted some friends to play with for a while now."
Rogue swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and felt Bobby move closer to her as the thing growled deeper and its eyes slanted dangerously.
Emma looked back at them with a cold smile. "What's your choice?"
"What's your name?" Tristian asked the dark haired man who was sitting up on Jean's table, his leg stretched out in front of him and bent at the point of break near the knee.
"Which one?"
Tristian's eyes narrowed. "Don't get smart with me?"
"I'm not!" he said and winced as Jean put an ice pack on his knee. He spoke through gritted teeth. "I've got two names."
"Give both," Scott said from the other side where he leaned against the wall arms folded. John sat quietly in a chair nearby. Scott had found him hiding out in a room upstairs when Xavier located him there. He had run from Havoc and hid for his life, not being found by the others.
Gambit glanced at him with black and red eyes. "Remy is my given name. Most call me Gambit."
"Why?" Wolverine asked from where he stood near the door.
Gambit gave him a crooked smile. "I gotta gamblin' problem, but I win a lot. I'm pretty good wit cards."
"Why did you save me?" Jean questioned this time. She stood closest to him, near the table.
"Cuz ya had no idea it waz comin'. It wasn't fair to ya and Havoc had it comin'. Then Tabitha tried to blow ya up so I knocked ya out of the way."
"But why leave Frost?" Tristian asked.
His eyes darkened if possible. All the light heartedness left him if possible. "The same reason as you. She waz usin' me for her own pleasure. I waz just a toy to her that she could play with and she'd hurt me if I didn't do what she wanted."
"For her pleasure?" Storm lifted an eyebrow.
Gambit grinned, his eyes trailing her body pausing in certain places that he could please the most until he met her eyes one more. "Much pleasure."
Storm blushed and smiled slightly. Kurt put an arm around her glaring at Gambit, begging him to even try it.
"But why did you help?" Tristian asked.
"What would ya do if ya were gonna be traded for information?"
"What information?" Xavier asked, wheeling himself closer.
"I dunno," he shrugged and fidgeted then winced. "Can I please get this fixed now?"
Tristian glanced at Jean and she nodded. He sighed and healed it while Xavier continued to speak. "What information?"
"Somethin' about getting' in here," Gambit informed. "With some machine."
"Cerebro?" he filled in.
"Yeah thass it," he nodded and bent his leg, flexing it to work again now that it was healed.
"Were you going to be traded to a guy named Magneto by any chance?" Wolverine asked him, pushing away from the wall and walking closer as the rest did.
Gambit either didn't notice or ignored the fact he had their attention. "Yeah thass him."
"Son of a bitch," Scott growled and punched the wall with his fist.
"He's gone now. The anger will do ya no good. He was leavin' right after this was over. Your fight is wit Frost. 'Specially if ya want your friends back."
"Rogue and Bobby?" John spoke for the first time since they found him, eyes bright and wide.
He nodded. "Guess thass them. She has 'em now. They're probably hangin with Emplate."
Tristian moved faster then any of them could follow. He had Gambit's shirt bunched up in his fist and pressed close. "Where?"
"I can get ya in, but get off me or I'll make ya," Gambit snarled.
Tristian let go and stepped back. "Take us there."
"I will, believe me, I wanna get at her back juss as much as you do," he smiled. He got off the table. "Get me a map, I'll show you everything. No tricks, I swear it as long as ya let me stay here, with your team. If not, I'll give her the heads up. Whass your choice?"
Tristian nodded and Scott hit a few buttons on a nearby console, bringing up an interior map of Frost's company. "Deal, now tell us."
Du Solie : At your request and somewhat demand, here it is. Exactly what you asked for.
Kyler: If you give it a chance, youd see Scott isn't "bashed" throughout the whole story.
Chapter 54
Rogue groaned, her head pounding and her cheek stung from the excessively hard back hand she had taken from the metal man. And no wonder, she thought, he was metal. She moved her hand up to her face, but found she was incapable of it. Her hands were behind her back, chained and locked tightly with gloves on and locked to her wrists to prohibit her power. She jerked at them, trying to get the chains off but couldn't, the more she strained the more her shoulders ached from the pressure.
"Rogue?" a voice whispered behind her.
She pushed her head back as far as she could from where she lay on the ground to see Bobby. He too was chained. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," he said and paused. "Is it you?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't it be me?" she asked then remembered the other Rogue which had been Mystique with Bobby.
"Well, it wasn't you earlier," he said from where he sat, arms behind his back.
She sat herself up, the ache in her head throbbed quickly then dulled as soon as it came. Taking a moment to gain herself, she scooted back, though he found her legs chained to, connected to the ones at her wrists. Either way she sat or laid made it uncomfortable, might as well sit up. She moved over to Bobby and leaned her head back against the metal.
"Are ya okay?"
"I'm fine," he let out a deep sigh. "But we're here…wherever here is."
She nodded. "Have ya tried gettin' us outta here with yar powers?"
He let out a noisy breath. "You bet. But I'm cuffed just like you."
"Are yar hands covered?"
"No, but the cuffs prevent me from freezing anything. They're some kind of disabling metal. Special design of some sort."
Rogue looked around. "Wha' do we do Bobby?"
"I don't now, Marie," he shook his head. "I just don't know."
"Do ya think Tristian will find us?" she asked and couldn't keep the fear from her voice.
Bobby leaned his head on hers. "Yeah, he will. He always saves us."
Rogue noticed the doubt in his voice and wondered if he was saying it to make herself her feel better, or trying to convince myself. She was about to close her eyes when she noticed something from the corner of her eye, something ahead of them in the dark room. A pair of lights, red blinking lights. Then she heard the growl and knew it wasn't lights. A light blinked on above them, swinging dimly in the dark room that with the light on looked like a basement.
"Bobby," she whispered loudly, breathing hard. "Wha-Whass that?"
"I- I don't know," he said and pressed himself back more from the glowing eyes in the darkness that moved around.
"And believe me," Rogue heard another voice and footsteps appearing into the ring of light they sat in. It was a tall slim blonde woman with the iciest blue eyes Rogue had ever seen, they were pure blue and so frozen cold Rogue shivered. She heard eyes were the windows to your soul. This woman didn't appear to have one. She smiled and it was as frigid as her eyes. "You don't want to know."
She moved closer, high heels clicking and kneeled down next to Rogue, so close she could smell her perfume, a deep fragrant of lavender. She brushed the white strand of hair from Rogue's face gently but she still jerked back, not wanting to be touched by this woman.
"Ohhh, darling, there is no reason to fear me…least not yet. If you cooperate I cooperate, it's that simple and that creature," she pointed with a slim manicured nail to the red eyes, "won't touch you unless I give him command."
She smiled at Rogue and Bobby. "I'm Frost, Emma Frost. What's your name?"
Rogue and Bobby said nothing, just glared at her.
Emma chuckled. "That's all right. I know already." She tapped her head with a nail. "I'm a mind reader just like your red headed friend."
Rogue's eyes widened at the mere description of Jean.
Emma nodded at her physical response. "Oh yes, I know about her, just as I did Tristian. She was quite pretty, perfect match for Tristian. He just loves read heads," she chuckled. "You should have seen his face when he saw I wasn't her, but that she was unconscious on the floor and that's when I gave him that little shove down the stairs. I didn't bother to see if he was all right though."
"Tristian?" Rogue repeated in a small voice.
"Mmm-hmm, he belongs to me you know. I just want to know more about him since he's been gone and I think you have that information. I want it. If you give it to me freely, I'll let you live. If not," she shrugged and glanced into the darkness where the thing growled, "then he's wanted some friends to play with for a while now."
Rogue swallowed the lump of fear in her throat and felt Bobby move closer to her as the thing growled deeper and its eyes slanted dangerously.
Emma looked back at them with a cold smile. "What's your choice?"
"What's your name?" Tristian asked the dark haired man who was sitting up on Jean's table, his leg stretched out in front of him and bent at the point of break near the knee.
"Which one?"
Tristian's eyes narrowed. "Don't get smart with me?"
"I'm not!" he said and winced as Jean put an ice pack on his knee. He spoke through gritted teeth. "I've got two names."
"Give both," Scott said from the other side where he leaned against the wall arms folded. John sat quietly in a chair nearby. Scott had found him hiding out in a room upstairs when Xavier located him there. He had run from Havoc and hid for his life, not being found by the others.
Gambit glanced at him with black and red eyes. "Remy is my given name. Most call me Gambit."
"Why?" Wolverine asked from where he stood near the door.
Gambit gave him a crooked smile. "I gotta gamblin' problem, but I win a lot. I'm pretty good wit cards."
"Why did you save me?" Jean questioned this time. She stood closest to him, near the table.
"Cuz ya had no idea it waz comin'. It wasn't fair to ya and Havoc had it comin'. Then Tabitha tried to blow ya up so I knocked ya out of the way."
"But why leave Frost?" Tristian asked.
His eyes darkened if possible. All the light heartedness left him if possible. "The same reason as you. She waz usin' me for her own pleasure. I waz just a toy to her that she could play with and she'd hurt me if I didn't do what she wanted."
"For her pleasure?" Storm lifted an eyebrow.
Gambit grinned, his eyes trailing her body pausing in certain places that he could please the most until he met her eyes one more. "Much pleasure."
Storm blushed and smiled slightly. Kurt put an arm around her glaring at Gambit, begging him to even try it.
"But why did you help?" Tristian asked.
"What would ya do if ya were gonna be traded for information?"
"What information?" Xavier asked, wheeling himself closer.
"I dunno," he shrugged and fidgeted then winced. "Can I please get this fixed now?"
Tristian glanced at Jean and she nodded. He sighed and healed it while Xavier continued to speak. "What information?"
"Somethin' about getting' in here," Gambit informed. "With some machine."
"Cerebro?" he filled in.
"Yeah thass it," he nodded and bent his leg, flexing it to work again now that it was healed.
"Were you going to be traded to a guy named Magneto by any chance?" Wolverine asked him, pushing away from the wall and walking closer as the rest did.
Gambit either didn't notice or ignored the fact he had their attention. "Yeah thass him."
"Son of a bitch," Scott growled and punched the wall with his fist.
"He's gone now. The anger will do ya no good. He was leavin' right after this was over. Your fight is wit Frost. 'Specially if ya want your friends back."
"Rogue and Bobby?" John spoke for the first time since they found him, eyes bright and wide.
He nodded. "Guess thass them. She has 'em now. They're probably hangin with Emplate."
Tristian moved faster then any of them could follow. He had Gambit's shirt bunched up in his fist and pressed close. "Where?"
"I can get ya in, but get off me or I'll make ya," Gambit snarled.
Tristian let go and stepped back. "Take us there."
"I will, believe me, I wanna get at her back juss as much as you do," he smiled. He got off the table. "Get me a map, I'll show you everything. No tricks, I swear it as long as ya let me stay here, with your team. If not, I'll give her the heads up. Whass your choice?"
Tristian nodded and Scott hit a few buttons on a nearby console, bringing up an interior map of Frost's company. "Deal, now tell us."