Disclaimers aren't always easy to write, but the must be done so that everybody knows that the contents hereof are borrowed and owned by someone else with liver spots.
Amino Acids, and Strands of Damaged Code.
"You don't have the nine months needed to get the perfect cure for you, Remy." Mr. Sinister, or, should you be several centuries old, and knew him before he lost all traces of humanity, Dr. Essex, tells his captive almost like he's telling him that it's cloudy outside. "But, Rachel's umbilical cord blood should make a nice patch up while I wait."
"De jokes on you, Sinister. Chemotherapy makes men infertile." Remy tries to laugh as he attempts to sit up.
"Normal men, yes." Sinister shakes his head at Remy's ignorance. "You are a mutant, Remy, remember? That and I made sure that one of your testes weren't ever functional to start with. The hormones I'll give you will fix that in about two weeks, until then, make yourself comfortable."
"Why did you do dat?" He demands as he slumps back down.
"Why, Remy, I wanted to make sure I had grandchildren one day. Besides, surely you noticed that no matter how much you exercised, you never got bulkier. That's a hormonal problem, one to my advantage." He dismisses Remy. "Now, if you excuse me, I need to check on Ms. Grey's fertility report."
Sinister arrives a small time later at the room in which he holds Jean Grey and her daughter. He's pleasantly surprised to see that she's not plotted to escape, and that the infection she has, hasn't progressed to harming her organs, particularly the ones that Sinister needs most. Cable was infected so young, he was never of use to procreating the Grey line.
"Ms. Grey, how good to see you docile and not melting my form into puddles of goop." He smiles at her much as a cat after his prey. "The good news is that you are completely fertile, you could have multiples with no help, and your…illness is indeed as Dr. McCoy surmised, not passed through your breast milk. In fact, it's made Rachel develop immunity to the disease. Something I'll need for round two."
"What is your interest in my offspring?" She demands as she looks at him in a way that would chill any mans blood, should they have any.
"Of your precious bloodline, only you and the two Rachel's exist. I need to rebuild my stock. Nothing more." He tells her in haughty Victorian fashion. "You may continue to work from here, as I well know funds are needed to rear children, and don't worry, you won't be here long, should I get what I want." He exits to the unnaturally lit hallway. "I'll make Remy well enough now, but you'll only get your cure when my future is born."
Around two -thousand miles away, eastern bound.
"How long is it going to take to dismantle that inhibiter?" Scott asks impatiently.
"It's Forge built and he's on his honeymoon." Beast snaps at him. "I've been at this for days, and I'm wearing clothes that could pull a "Hulk" any moment, we've got missing team members, not to mention your daughter, and you're worried about getting your optic blasts back within a half -mile of this box! Did I mention my med-lab is in tatters?" He turns around, his face and older version of the one Scott first knew him with. "When and if they are returned to us, how am I going to treat them? I couldn't even do proper tests on Emma; I had to call in "I'll owe you one" to Dr. Reyes. So please, keep riding my back about as to why I gave your Ex-Wife a box that renders the mutants that could cause her, in her weakened state and your daughter harm."
"Beast…Hank, I'm sorry. I'm just exhausted and nervous. I'll see what I can do about the lab." Scott looks down ashamed.
"See if Kitty has had any luck salvaging some of the information off those computers too, if you can." He asks as he turns back to his task. His brain flips to his storage freezer, the one where he banks every child's cord blood that's been born here. He takes off running, dropping his work with the inhibiter, and reaching the basement tanks a quarter- mile under the mansion in record time, for not having his mutation to help him. He kicks himself for not thinking of this earlier, but someone only comes down here for basic maintenance, or to place something in here. It's stripped clean except of a few marrow samples of some of the death prone team members and the few Morlocke children born here. Gambit's untainted blood samples are gone, everything pertaining to Rachel and Nathan, even one from a miscarriage Madeline suffered early in her relationship with Scott. Then he remembers from when Madeline was found to be Jean's clone. Mr. Sinister has always maintained, "An original is always better than a clone."
He doesn't mean to simply cure Remy and Jean; something in each of their genetic codes provides something valuable to Sinister. Gambit was to be Sinister's new body when he was made, it's not only Remy and Jean that are sick. Sinister needs them to cure him.
"Beast," Scott puts a hand up to calm him down. "You're telling us that Sinister is going to take the DNA of a child he produces between Jean and Remy, insert some of his own during a cloning phase and make himself a new host?"
"No. An original is always better than a clone. He's going to insure twins, identical twins, leave Jean and Remy with one as a back-up and modify the other." Beast shoots him a dirty look. "How did you even think that from what I've said?"
"Why them?" Scott looks puzzled.
"And not just you?" Beast laughs at him. "You're Gambit's unmodified back-up. And Jean is as far beyond mutant as we are beyond Cro-Magnon. You and your brothers bridge that gap."
"But he's younger than me." Scott looks at him quizzically. "Are you well, Hank? I think you've been in these melted ruins too long."
"Yes, by about the time that you became brain damaged. He wasn't sure the original would survive, thus, enter Gambit. The one time you can have a clone be better than the first is to give it something the template lacks." Beast explained slowly.
"The chemo didn't make him sterile?" Scott asks, trying to wrap his brain around what Beast was getting frustrated at disclosing.
"I can't tell you, it violates doctor-patient confidentiality." Beast says as he gets to work contacting Forge. "By the way, I'm taking a bat to that box in about five seconds while Cerebra tries to get hold of Forge and Storm. Put your glasses on." He says as he starts smashing the several-thousand dollar piece of technology into recyclable bits of microchip glitter.
"Are you still here? Go get some people together with some ideas man!" Beast shouts at Scott as he sets to filling Forge in on recent events.
Two Weeks.
"Ms. Grey, as you no doubt know, invitro fertilization would take months of drugs to achieve, but, I nor any of you have that time, so by measuring your hormone levels, I can determine when you are in estrous, which is today, and I can take this sample fresh from Gambit, and because I bred you a fertile animal, I can be of good faith that you will indeed yield the child in which I seek." The man whom Jean Grey and Remy LeBeau have known most of life as, Mr. Sinister grins at her, if you can call his expression a smile, as he fills an apparatus with the milky liquid.
"Have you cured him yet?" Jean Grey half asks and half demands as she pulls at the bonds holding her tight.
"Rachel's cord blood did a sufficient job until your next child is born. And don't worry, my dear, Rachel is comfortable in the other room with Mr. LeBeau." He looks at her in a clinical manner. "Would you care to be awake for this, or asleep?"
"Awake so I can keep an eye on you, monster." She glares at him defiantly.
"Ms. Grey, you will never get better and Rachel will be stuck being Emma's red-headed step-child if you don't calm down." Sinister threatens as he places the instrument in his hands in its designated place. Her body arches in surprise, but she never turns her head, nor unlocks her gaze from Sinister, staring into his emotionless red eyes. "What I'm doing now is insuring your cervix dips into the semen pool Ms. Grey. Please don't mistake this as having any sort of compassion for you. You are merely a disobedient pet." He tells her as the apparatus sends waves through her body. "You made this easier when Rachel was conceived, you and Scott did most the work.
Gambit holds Jean's little girl a room over and he knows what just happened, what will happen several times over the next few days. Everything he hears is muffled, almost as though he's in the womb himself, but he knows from the screams muffled to moans through the wall what has happened. She did this in part to save him and in part, to save the little girl sleeping in his arms. Remy doesn't think she even cares about herself, and less so as the screams start again. He knows that Sinister will be back, to obtain another sample, he also knows that if he hadn't been so physically weak, Sinister would be insisting on the natural way to do these things.
The little girl shifts and coos in his arms. He knows Sinister placed her in here to protect her from the things that lurk these halls, things of Sinister's twisted creation. Remy knows because he once ran these walls himself as a Marauder, when he did things only monsters do, even killing children smaller than the one kept warm in his arms. He remembers when Warren found our Remy was one of them that he helped take Warren's wings, the pain on his face. Remy doesn't feel as though he even deserves the new chance at life this child gave him, and the cure the one that will be conceived will give him, but he knows he won't waste it. He will not let Sinister exploit this child further.