Scott helped Logan into an arm chair slowly, careful not to rupture any of his many wounds. There was no telling how 'healed' he actually was. Hank, Emma, and Ororo joined them in the common room. Professor Xavier was curiously absent, claiming he was 'not feeling very well' despite the crisis in the school. That worried them all but they chose not to speak of it.
"This place is always in crisis," Emma said. "Leave him be." Something had been off about him lately and she felt it better not to push him. Logan sighed, looking around the room at familiar faces he hadn't seen in so long.
"So," He growled. "Who wants to start?" Emma opened her mouth but Ororo sent her a look, silencing her. Scott's face glazed over and Hank sighed.
"I don't, but I suppose I will anyway..." Hank began. "I'm afraid you aren't gonna like what I have to say." A smile flashed on Logan's face for the first time since he woke up. He was glad to see them despite the circumstances. He had missed them all terribly. He had gone through most of the grieving in about a year. The rest was strictly research. He had been deeply worried about the school and he knew his suspicions were about to be confirmed.
"I'm sure I won't, Hank. Hit me anyways." Hank grimaced.
"Very well then. Logan... There have been casualties. Student casualties." He closed his eyes, bracing for impact. Shaking bone claws emerged from Logan's hands, causing Ororo to whimper.
"What." Hank shut his eyes, knowing all too well what rage was coming.
"Rahne..." Scott began, forgetting suddenly what he was going to say.
"Rahne?" Logan snarled, stuttering to his feet. "How? No... She's not... How did she-"
"I took her on a mission to stop an anti mutant rally." Emma cut in, her voice chilly. Logan's wild eyes slid to her.
"You let that heartless bitch take the young ones on a mission?" His glare slid to Scott. "I guess you weren't back yet, huh?" Scott's gaze dropped silently to the floor.
"I didn't anticipate there being military presence there ready to detain mutants, much less a third of the team." She answered calmly, knowing it was very much a losing battle.
Logan waved a hand dismissively in Emma's direction and looked at Scott and Hank. "How did she die." His voice caught suddenly and he clutched his fists in response. Scott sighed loudly.
"The labs they were taken to were bioengineering a virus. A virus that targets mutants..." He began explaining. Fear washed over Logan's tired, grizzled face.
"Y-You don't mean the Legacy Virus?" They all exchanged looks. Ororo stood now.
"I'm afraid probably... Yes, that's exactly what we mean. It... It killed her in hours." She shook her head and covered her mouth. She cursed to herself. Logan muttered a prayer and steadied himself.
"This is important 'Ro. Was anybody else infected?" They exchanged helpless looks, like they all got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. He snarled. "What's up!?" He barked. Ororo stepped up reluctantly.
"Piotr's little sister. Illyana Rasputin. She was infected but not symptomatic when we were rescued." Logan scrubbed a hand over his face in worry.
"She okay?" He asked breathlessly. He liked the Russian mutants. Piotr was honest and hardworking, and he took care of Kitty as well as Logan could've asked him to. He knew he was devastated if his little sister was ill. Everyone nodded.
"She's fine, Logan." Hank said quietly, his voice a bit sullen. Why was everyone acting so sad?
"Then what's the problem?" Scott squirmed.
"Logan, Rogue infected herself with the Legacy Virus." Silence. He took in a deep breath and stared at all of them.
"No, Logan." Hank cut in. "I injected her with a culture I took off of them. She wanted her healing factor to start fighting it so I could derive a cure for them." Logan blinked. After a long moment he sniffed.
"Did it work?" He snapped, so frustrated he had been laying in a bed and across the world when this happened.
"It was too late for Rahne but she saved Illyana's life." Emma answered, her face solemn. Logan sighed. He was so incredibly angry with her but how could he be? He would've done the same if he had been there. This was his fault for leaving the school under her defense. He shuddered.
"Just be straight. Does Rogue have that virus?" You could hear a mouse's digestive system in that room.
"Yes," Hank answered. his eyes becoming teary. "I thought she had healed successfully but she was just asymptomatic. The virus was triggered when she used her natural mutation." Logan threw his head in his hands. Nick had made it very clear to him how lethal and fast acting that virus was. 'Rogue, she's...'
"And now Gambit's got her." Everyone frowned. "Why did she smell like Sabretooth? Why is he here, damn it?!"
"He was crippled in the Morlock sewers. Professor Xavier didn't think we could just leave him there..." His hair stood on end.
"The Morlock tunnels? What the fuck happened to the Morlocks?" He looked around frantically. "Ororo-"
"They were massacred, Logan. Ray... Evan as well,... Dropped on our doorstep-" He tore away from the group of mutants towards the door, panting.
"Logan..." Ororo tried.
"Stop this." Emma sighed. Scott ran ahead of him and blocked his way.
"You're not going anywhere, not like this." Logan stared at Scott, wondering why he gave a damn if he dropped dead at all. 'Because someone would be heartbroken if something happened to you right now...' He thought. He wrapped his arm around his shoulder and supported his weight.
"I can find her, fast." He insisted. Scott nodded.
"Maybe. But we both know you can't heal." He looked around, ready to drop the bomb. "I've been in communication with Jean." The room erupted into hushed murmuring.
"You've what," Ororo began, her eyes wide with shock. "Scott-"
"In what way?" Emma demanded, her arms crossed. "Does anyone not remember how she was going to burn earth from the universe?" Scott sighed.
"No, not that Jean. She doesn't stay but she visits... Tells me things." Everyone stared at him. "She talked to me about Rogue." Logan grabbed on to the collar of his sweater.
"What did Jeannie say?" He looked around.
"That Gambit had to take Rogue. Take her to Mr. Sinister." He looked into his eyes. "He's the only one who can save her, now."
Genosha Ruins, Wednesday Mar. 13th 2:13 am
Remy barely had time to lay Rogue down on the observation table before Sinister snatched him in a violent, telekinetic, hold. "Remy LeBeau." He hissed, squeezing tighter. He screamed out in surprise, writhing in agony. "What did you think you were doing, and bringing back a guest no less..." He sent a pinched look over at the girl on the table. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Remy stared at him, helpless to defend himself. "Did you think that I would heal her? For you?"
"..." He just stared at him. He had been so desperate he hadn't thought about Sinister not healing her. He just watched him as he hovered in the air.
"So lucky for you as always, Gambit, that I'm highly interested in this so called 'virus.'" He flashed an evil smile. "I might cure her, but not without a price." He dropped Remy to the floor. "And someone's feeling warm and fuzzy inside. We'll have to do something about that." Mr. Sinister crossed the floor to him, a fierce look on his face. "Don't disobey me again." He knew the sentence was death if he ever did anything like this again.
He sat up, watching as Mr. Sinister floated over to Rogue. Remy's skin crawled as he brushed her hair aside.
"Oh yes, this will be fun."
He shivered. 'What have I done?'
"Yes," He continued. "I have just the thing for her-"
"Jus' fix de damn virus!" Remy snapped before he could think of it. Sinister just smiled, placing a hand on Rogue's hair.
"Ah, Remy. Ordering me around for the sake of this girl, I'm touched. Truly." He looked back down on her incapacitated form. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked, causing Remy to scream out.
"Non, do-"
"You are at my mercy, Remy." He was silent as he stared at him. he knew he was right. Everyone was, really. "You'll do well to remember that." Rogue moaned weakly as he kept a handful of her hair in his hands. Remy found himself breathless as he was forced to watch Rogue wince in pain.
"Monster!" He spat.
"You delivered her to this monster, Mr. LeBeau." He clenched his teeth together. "Yes. Silent as always in the face of common sense..." He released Rogue and she went slack on the table. "Very well. Time to get to work."
Xavier Institute, Wednesday Mar. 13th 1:56 am
"We need to get her back." Logan said blankly, still trying to process the multiple deaths in his absence. Including his own metal claws and healing factor. 'What happened to these kids while I was gone? I failed them. I failed them all...' He was already suited out and ready to board an aircraft. Scott shook his head, a frown on his face.
"You almost died!" Kitty chided, a worried look on her face. "Would you please give it a rest?" She asked, a tear slipping past her eye. Kurt put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hush, everything is fine now." He assured her, used to Kitty bursting into sobs at this point. It was not weird behavior for being at the institute. "It's not like you expect him not to come." She huffed, wiping at her eyes.
"I just wish you'd slow down." She looked into his face, searching for any sign of injury. He half sighed and half growled, secretly glad for Kitty's concerned nature. He threw an arm lazily around her.
"Can't darlin', not when Stripes is involved." His throat tightened involuntarily when he thought about her. He was so worried, he wouldn't forgive himself if she wasn't okay. "She needs me. And if it was the other way around you wouldn't be able to keep her off the jet." Kitty laughed a little.
"Yeah, you're right."
"Don' worry, Half-Pint." He hugged her closer to him. 'Not about me...'
"Emma was just able to lock onto her signature with Cerebro. He got her to Genosha." Scott reported, thinking about Jean's ominous messages. 'Jean...' What did they mean? 'How could letting Gambit take Rogue to Sinister be the right thing?' He sighed. He trusted Jean with his life.
"Good." Logan grunted, shuffling toward the elevator. "We should get goin'. Bring mini-me and Kitty's guy." He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. Kitty turned beet red but didn't say anything. "Ice boy too." Scott fought the smirk on his face. He fought the urge to say "I was going to take them all, anyways" and headed towards the X-Jet.
"I'll have Emma contact them."
xxXxx
They made it to Genosha just under an hour thanks to Ororo's guiding winds. She was still feeling raw from Evan's fate. Sinister and Remy seemed like as good as any punching bags for the grief she hadn't had a chance to deal with. She couldn't prove it, not yet, but she was willing to bet the genocide of the Morlocks had something to do with them. They had been running into his name consistently.
They left the plane to find Remy waiting for them, his red eyes cast to the ground. He looked so guilty. Mr. Sinister thought the best solution would be to leave his humanity in tact, knowing that if he defected he would only remove it again. He looked small under his long, brown trench coat. Logan's blood boiled when he saw him. Traitor. Defector. He fumbled the opportunity to kill him when he had it. He began growling involuntarily as Mr. Sinister appeared next to him grinning.
"Oh, friends. Mr. Summers... As always I'm delighted to see you."
"Cut it, Sinister." Scott cut in, scowling. "Where the hell is Rogue?" Sinister laughed heartily.
"Aw, not even a thank you for saving her life?" Scott's face hardened. "That is why you let Gambit take her, right? You knew I could do what dear Hank can't. Fix her." He interlocked his fingers together. "And fix her, I did. Show them, darling."
Rogue teleported beside him. Her skin was like Piotr's and her claws were out, Kurt's tail flicking behind her. She hovered in the air, a strange helmet strapped to her head. Everyone could only guess what it did. 'Oh no,' Scott thought. 'It's going to control her, damn it.' "Rogue," He began. "I know you're fighting but fight harder." He instructed.
A tear slipped out of her eye that was glowing white. It fell quickly down her titanium skin. "I-I'm tryin', Scott..." She moaned. "Just leave me here, go while you can... I'm too powerful." He shook his head.
"We'd never do that, darlin'." Logan stepped forward, his eyes misty. Even as an adversary he was so relieved to see her. Another tear slipped out of her eye.
"L-Logan... You fool, please go..."
"Ve von't leave you here!" Kurt insisted angrily. "Don't say that." Sinister gestured forward.
"Rogue, please entertain our guests." Against all her might Rogue's arms moved forward, her fists shaking.
"You need to go." She ordered through clenched teeth. "Go..."
"No!" Kitty shouted.
"You are there for others, we are there for you." Said Piotr firmly. The ground began to shake and rumble beneath them. As quick as his current body would allow Logan leapt at the girl, tackling her out of the air. She teleported away before she hit the ground, resurfacing in the air. Emma watched her carefully.
"Kitty," She said carefully. "You need to disable that helmet before she kills us." Kitty nodded, her face determined. She climbed into Piotr's arms and planted a kiss on his lips. With a grunt he tossed her toward the hovering mutant but she phased as well, so they went through each other. Kurt teleported and caught her, watching his sibling wearily.
He placed Kitty onto the ground and ported, trying to capture Rogue. She phased out of the way and teleported, causing another earthquake. Kitty and Logan stuttered to their knees. "Kid," Logan called. "I know you're tired of fighting. But you've got to! We can't fade you!" He called, pulling Kitty out of the way of one of her optic blasts.
With a snarl, Laura leapt in the air and tackled Rogue to the ground. "Careful, Laura!" Logan ordered, watching them carefully. Rogue swiped angrily at her with her claws before teleporting away, bristling.
"Let's expedite this process, shall we." Sinister snapped, watching them carefully. Rogue's eyes began to glow and they all hit the ground in pain, even Emma.
'What the hell is this?' She thought, a searing pain searing through all her nerves. Kitty and Bobby screamed as the pain worsened. Rogue clutched her own head, trying desperately to stop assaulting her friends. 'No, no! Fight it!' She thought desperately.
"No... NO, please!" She wailed, tears streaming down her face. The device he had made was too strong. Sinister chuckled.
"Painful, isn't it? My invention can amplify her powers too. That's quite a headache!" Despite the deafening pain, Scott reached for his visor, his teeth gritting.
"Sinister..." He snarled, managing to fire an optic blast. It disappeared midway to Sinister's laughter.
"Ah, this is why you're my favorite." Rogue fell to her knees, grunting. "Don't fight it, my dear..." She shook her head.
"Turn this off, you're making her mad..." Rogue warned, shaking her head violently. Remy's heart began to beat faster. 'Does she mean... Jean?' "You're provoking her Sinister." She looked at him seriously. "Don't do it." He laughed at her.
"My, my. You're spirited, Rogue. No matter what it feels like you are completely under my control." Rogue began to glow with an orange light. "No mutant is powerful enough to-" The black helmet went up in flames suddenly. The pain ceased. Everyone watched as Rogue was shrouded in fire, a scary smile on her face. Sinister had provoked the wrong Jean.
"I'm sorry?" She began, shaking her head. "What were you saying? No mutant is what?" She clenched her hand and both he and Remy fell to their knees. "NO MUTANT IS WHAT?"
"Rogue, okay! Enough!" Scott screamed from behind her. "Come back! Don't!" Logan watched, remembering their training together. 'She's lost in Jean's psyche from usin' that telepathy.'
"Rogue, you're on Genosha! You're with the X-Men" He called to her. "You're fine!"
"Your science, your physics, Dr. Essex. They don't apply to me." She grinned cruelly at him as for once, he cowered. 'This power... This insanity...'
"Rogue!" Logan barked, suddenly breaking her from the trance. She fell to her knees, suddenly dazed.
"Scott..." He jerked back. It wasn't her voice, it was Jean's.
"N-No... Why?"
"Scott? What's going on? Why are we here, again?" Sinister took the moment to teleport away, Remy following suit quickly. Everyone stared at Rogue, unsure of what to do. Logan came forward, placing his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm Logan," He said firmly. "You're Rogue." She blinked, taking a deep breath.
"L-Logan?" He smiled with relief at her, bringing her close and laying her head on his shoulder.
"Hey, Kid." He sighed, so relieved to smell her scent. She smelled healthy. For all the things Sinister had done he'd seemingly healed her illness and extensive injuries. She collapsed against him with a loud sob, Kitty joining the hug eventually. He stroked both of their heads, glad he'd survived to be reunited with some of his obvious favorites. Laura stood at his side, not jealous and happier to not be so physical.
"I'm so glad you're okay Logan. I've missed you..."
"I know, Stripes. I'm sorry for goin'." He hugged her tighter. "I had to." She nodded, staring up at him as though he were a mirage. He played with her long hair with wonder. "Not..."
"What you were expecting?" She thought for a moment about how long it'd been since she'd seen him.
"Keep it." She smiled at him as they broke apart. Scott filed beside her quickly, clasping her shoulders and inspecting her for harm. When she seemed okay he sighed and pulled her into his own embrace. Slow and tender. Careful.
"I'm glad you're okay." He fought to keep his voice even. She smiled up at him as she waded into Kurt and Kitty's arms.
"Hey guys," She said tiredly. "Sorry about all this." Emma smiled.
"Not a whole lot of this was your fault, believe it or not." Emma responded sarcastically. Even she couldn't ruin Rogue's mood.
"Thank you for coming to get me." She said, looking over the whole team.
"Don't thank us, silly. I'm glad we got you back." Bobby responded incredulously. Rogue's smile didn't last long. Logan noticed immediately as they boarded the jet.
"What is it?" He asked, his voice leaving no room for her to back away. She sighed, looking out the window.
She looked into his dark eyes. "I'm really worried about the professor."
Somewhere in the far future, maybe in a different time...
"There's a traitor... Someone who's been here for so long..." The dreaded man squinted at the tape player in his hands. "Our only hope for the X-Men... For the future is someone goes back in time. To stop the seeds of betrayal from blossoming within us." Jean Grey's voice sighed. "If you're listening to this it's already too late. You're our only hope, please help us."
He clutched a fist. It was nothing to go on. But he would have to go back in time and stop the traitor.
A different time, a different place
It had happened so fast. The time traveller appeared, breaking the dynamic of the X-Men. It was always Wolverine and Jubilee (in her long, yellow rain coat). Scott and Jean were always paired off together. Even Rogue and Gambit when she could tolerate the schmoozing cajun. But Bishop appeared and everything changed. His skin was the same color as Storm's. He was a large, broad man with the curious power of absorbing energy and reflecting it back.
He was a known ally from another time (possibly another timeline) who had tried to aid this version of the X-men a few times. He appeared and whispered to Scott. Then everything changed.
The ways they looked at him were different. He brought news of a traitor, and somehow Scott was figuring it was him. Rogue started being a lot nicer and tolerant of him. And she started getting into it with other teammates suddenly. Gambit had never seen anything like it.
But then the trial happened and it all made sense.
Magneto (going by Joseph) dug into Remy's past and felt the need to put Remy on trial. On trial for crimes against mutant-kind. Rogue's heart shattered into a million pieces that day. The bright, brilliant, bubbly woman didn't actually trust easy. Not by a long shot. And it had been a nightmare for Remy to even get the woman to consider him a friend, and now Magneto of all people was putting him on trial? But it got worse. Remy was guilty of what he accused him of.
Decades separated that Remy and this Gambit. He was a lonely, scared child exiled from his home and in possession of powers he couldn't possibly expect to learn to control. He had stumbled across Sinister and it sealed his fate. He hadn't harmed a Morlock himself but he lead the psychotic Marauders there. How much of the blame did he deserve? It didn't matter. The X-Men would see it as a pretty open and shut case, he knew that.
But he didn't expect them to use Rogue as the judge, the jury, and the executioner. In her magenta and yellow Shi'ar mining suit. She appeared at the trial, vivisecting Remy's heart as it beat.
"We need not drag this out longer than we have to." Joseph had said, his eyes cold. "Anna..." She removed her gloves. She would really seek the truth from him this way.
"Rogue,"
"If you have nothin' to hide it'll be okay, Sugah." She bit her lip, trying not to cry as she held her shaking hand in front of his face. "P-Promise me, Remy. You promise." He dropped his red and black eyes.
"Don't do this. Please." She pressed her warm hand against his flesh.
His memories said what his mouth never would.
He had set up the innocent, peaceful Morlocks. He didn't harm one. He didn't stick around for the show. But he gave them the resources. It was something that still kept him up at night. It's why he joined the X-Men in the first place, to attempt to redeem himself. But Rogue wouldn't tell anyone about those feelings. Just the things he omitted.
She shuddered back into Joseph's broad arms, weeping. With a sigh she collapsed, causing the court to burst into shocked and awed gasps.
"It is worse than we could've thought." Joseph boomed, staring at Remy through streaks of silver. "We know, Gambit, that at the very least you're guilty of lacking a conscience." His glare hardened as he looked at the other X-Men. Logan kneeled beside Rogue, a scowl on his face. "Your affiliates should think about that."
The X-Men didn't take long. The Blackbird hovered in Antartica. Remy didn't have a boarding pass.
"There's nothing we can do, Gambit." Scott snapped. Nobody even faced him, Rogue's stare glued to the silver floor of the jet. "You can't come with us. You aren't an X-Man anymore." Nobody protested.
"B-But..." His voice broke. He knew he'd fucked up. He knew it'd been unforgivable. He even understood being ejected from the team effective immediately. But abandoned? In Antarctica? "Y-You can't... " He searched for Rogue's stare. "Rogue," He pleaded.
"No." Was all she said, avoiding his face.
"Bu-"
"You could've told us!" She screamed, staring hatefully at him. "You've could've been honest! Told the truth! Asked for help, Remy! You let it come to this?!" She pointed at her head. "You let me have to touch you to know the truth? Leave all that swirling in my head?" Scott's fist clenched.
"She's leaving the X-Men for some time too, thanks to you." He added, a deep frown on his face.
"I-I'm sorry..." He stammered, his stomach somewhere around his knees. Rogue shook her head. "Please, tell me what I can do? Chére?" She looked away again.
"Sorry Remy. But the only thing hat could come close to fixing this is a time machine." Scott shoved Remy lightly and he stumbled out of the jet into the icy tundra. They shut the door. Nobody looked out the window as the flew away. They left him. Left.
He watched the jet's black form disappear in the sky as he was left alone. "A time machine..." He repeated, thinking of Rogue's silvery bangs. She had seriously underestimated his determination.
xxXXxx
Both time travelers would end up in the wrong time. This one.
The team had barely walked back through the doors of the institute with Rogue when a frantic knock was heard at the door. His leather jacket shrugged on over his X-Suit, Scott approached the door with one hand on his visor. He opened it to find none other than Remy.
"You-"
"Please, help me. Y'have to help me!" Scott paused. There was no way they could keep him in the institute. He looked a mess. He was pale and sweaty, bags under red eyes.
'Let him in, Scott.' He was surprised the professor was awake and saying to let the traitorous mutant inside. Especially when he was lusting after Rogue's blood. 'Now, please.' Shocked, Scott stood aside and Remy shakily walked inside the door.
"Scott," Logan snarled. "What are you doing?"
"The professor said..."
"What is he doin' here?!" Rogue screeched, her voice rising higher as she spoke.
"Please, I teleported all de way here... I need-" He collapsed suddenly, leaving everyone confused as to what to do. Logan shot his claws out but Scott held a arm out.
Hank appeared, looking weary. "Somehow Cain disappeared but the professor isn't worried about it..." He reluctantly scooped Remy up in his arms. "Charles has asked I save him from the lynch mob out here." Logan snorted but did not interfere as he lugged him towards the infirmary. Rogue and Scott locked eyes. "Don't trust the professor." They both shivered at the same time.
"Well, I've seen just about everything." Logan growled, secretly eyeing the closing in proximity of Scott and Rogue. They were close. Jean and Scott close. He made a mental note.
"I'm uh, going to bed. Maybe you..."
'Stay in my room tonight? Especially with him in here...' She blushed furiously.
"Yeah, def gonna hit the shower." She chuckled awkwardly. 'Yeah... I mean, sounds like a good idea. Safe idea, I mean...' She fumbled telepathically. Scott smiled a little. Logan watched them for a moment but ignored it. He knew now wasn't the time and he didn't have a leg to stand on as far as those two went. He disappeared up the stairs to hopefully figure out what was up with the professor.
He opened the door without knocking, knowing the bald telepath was awake. "Chuck, wh-"
"I don't believe you knocked." He hadn't expected his reunion with his oldest friend to be like that. His face was impassive but he was watching Xavier closely, now. Something was off, from his scent slightly to his affect. "You interrupted me. I was corresponding with several time traveling mutants." Logan narrowed his eyes.
"You what?"
"They'll be here soon, we need to be prepared." He turned to Logan, his face cross. "Logan, he is attempting to break free of Sinister's chains and achieve some form of redemption. You of all people should relate to that." Logan clenched his teeth. He would never trust or forgive the mutant and he certainly didn't care about his redemption. Rogue wasn't safe when he was there. He chose to be silent, sensing the tone in his voice. "I'm sure Rogue will be fine. She's been acting as an adult in your absence. That's all." He didn't like what Xavier said but he chose to skip this battle and be vigilant in the institute.
"Sure, Chuck." He backed out of the room, seriously wondering how much time had passed since he had been in the place. He walked away, his head lost in thought. He noticed when Laura fell into his stride but didn't say anything. She was a little insomniac like him. He could use the company, his mind was racing. 'What is goin' on...'
Xavier Institute, Wednesday Mar. 13th 10:34 am
Scott, Logan, and a tired looking Xavier were waiting to receive one of the 'time travelers'. He appeared at their front door, relieved to see his communications reached the professor. He had long, black dreads and dark skin. An 'M' was branded over his eye (standard for mutants in his time). "Professor. Scott. Wolverine." This wasn't Logan's first run in with him but this was new to Scott. He waved awkwardly. Xavier nodded.
"Bishop. I'm so glad you got here safely." He nodded, looking around wearily.
"Yes. Forge is a master." His face hardened. "I need to speak with Jean Grey." All their faces fell. Their was a long, uncomfortable silence. "Is that possible?" He asked.
"Uh, no. It isn't. Jean's..." Logan tried.
"Gone." Scott filled in, looking at the ground, Bishop looked around in confusion.
"But I came so far back in time, y-you're so young? How is she gone already when she left that tape?"
Xavier frowned. "Bishop, what tape?" He fished it out of his uniform.
"This led me to travel here, at the time we deduced the traitor appeared. I don't know who that could be... She didn't say." Scott swallowed.
"She's been gone almost two years, Bishop." Scott informed. "So I don't know..." He punched his hand in frustration. He looked at them with wide eyes.
"Then... I'm not in the right time." He sighed heavily. "We might still be fucked, but I guess that doesn't mean I can't help you." He stuck the tape in his uniform. "A traitor is going to appear here soon," He looked around suspiciously. "They might already be here." Scott and Logan looked at each other, thinking the same thing.
'Gambit.'