It was a quiet morning. Bobby lay in bed, watching Remy, who was still asleep. He looked oddly peaceful, and there were a few strands of brown hair falling across his face. Bobby gently reached out and brushed them aside. His touch was light, but Remy's eyes still flicked open. He looked up at Bobby and smiled.
"Morning." Bobby murmured.
"Mmm." Remy mumbled, snuggling up close to Bobby.
Bobby leant in and kissed Remy gently. Remy kissed him back, hinting at something a little more serious, but before things could progress any further, the door flew open and two figures came rolling into the room. One was quiet clearly Wolverine, judging by the glint of silvery claws, and it looked like the other was Cyclops. The two were wrestling, each trying to gain an advantage over the other. They abruptly stopped when an ice clod wind blew around them. Looking up from the floor, they saw Iceman, sitting up in bed, his right arm iced-over and stretched towards them. The icy wind intensified, and hail began to assail them. The two mutants left the room hurriedly.
Bobby turned back to Remy, letting his right arm return to normal. He curled up next to Remy again, closing his eyes. Suddenly, he had a blinding headache. He tried opening his eyes again, but the feeble amount of light in the room hurt his abruptly sensitive eyes, and he winced in pain.
"Bobby?" Remy asked, sounding worried "comment ça va? "
"Not so good." Bobby managed around gritted teeth. He was starting to feel nauseous too. He felt Remy's cool touch on his forehead.
"Merde ." Bobby heard Remy mutter. And knew it was bad. Remy hardly ever swore.
Bobby tried to speak, to ask Remy what was wrong, but he was too weak. The last thing he heard was Remy's voice, saying "Bobby, Ah love y'.", before he felt himself slipping away from consciousness.
When Bobby came to he was in the sickbay. He looked around. A little way off, he could see Jean and Remy in conversation.
"Est-ce que ça vous dérange si je séjour ?" He asked. Bobby understood every word perfectly.
"That's fine." Jean told him. She left, and Remy came over to Bobby. He sat down and took one of the younger mutant's hands in both of his.
"Bobby." He whispered. "Ah 'ope y' can 'ear me." Bobby turned his head to look at Remy.
"I can hear you." he responded. "why are you whispering?"
Remy grinned momentarily, and then his face grew serious.
"Bobby cher." he said, "y' 'ave Darinne Syndrome. You're losing your mutation."
"As in becoming normal?" Bobby asked.
"Oui, cher." Remy nodded.
"But if I become normal…" Bobby was silent for a moment as what this meant sunk in, "if I become normal, then I'll have to leave."