Well, here goes nothing. Chapter 2. Sorry it's a tad short but I hope you enjoy. Please R&R
Gambit sat outside of the Med Bay doors. His head was in his hands as his fingers dug through his hair. Sighing in frustration, he stood up. "Gambit needs a smoke." He turned to head outside; smoking was not allowed indoors, even after they moved the base from Xavier's mansion to their newest location. He was about to start walking when footsteps were heard heading his way. He figured it was probably Scott again, until he really listened to them. The footsteps were too light to be Scott's. They were definitely owned by a female.
Rogue turned the corner in a fury of footsteps. She was in a huge rush, her cheeks a little flushed from the hurried pace she was walking. When she saw Gambit sitting in the waiting chairs outside of the Med Bay she faltered. "Gambit….is that? The girl yah brought back….is she meh?" Her words clearly showed her confusion. She didn't know the proper way to go about asking about the girl Mystique claimed to be her sister.
"Oui chere. She's you but non." Gambit's brows furrowed as he thought through the information he stored from Scott earlier. "One-eye said she was your soeur, your sister?" Gambit's red on black orbs locked on Rogue's angelic emeralds. "That's what ah heard from Mystique. But muh aunt nevah said anythin bout a sistah." Rogue's eyes filled with want as she looked towards the Med Bay doors. "De bleu homme won't let anyone in yet. Roguey, your soeur, she aint looking non too good. She had a bullet go trew her left lung. She's gone and lost a lot of blood." Gambit looked saddened as he told her, but before she could respond Hank came through the doors.
Hanks eye's fell towards Gambit immediately. "She's stable, you should let her rest a bit before you see her." "Hank, she's muh sistah, can ah please see her?" Rogue's plea was met by a startled look. It was as if Hank hadn't noticed her there until she talked. "Your sister Rogue? Well, I guess it'd be alright. However, she must rest. Please do not disturb her sleep." With his final words Hank turned and retreated into the Med Bay. Rogue gave Gambit one last look before she turned to visit her sister.
A hand on her wrist stopped her from going too far. "Roguey, will you let Gambit know how de petite is doin'? Latah on afta your visit, bien sûr." Rogue really looked at Gambit as he asked. His eyes pleaded her to do him this favor.. "Well, sure sugah. Ah'll see yah at dinner, all right?" And with that Rogue entered the med bay to come face to face with Anya.
She looked so beautiful. Her pale skin and light hair brought out by the bleach white sheets of the hospital bed. There were a few red spots on her face, as if she had coughed up blood and it now stained her perfect porcelain skin. Her chest slowly falling and the beeping of the heart monitor were the only indications that she was still alive. Rogue walked over to the bed and laid her hand softly on Anya's cheek. She looked so much like herself, that she couldn't believe this girl was none other than her sister. Anya's eye lids fluttered slightly as a single word was uttered from her mouth. Rogue couldn't be sure, but it sounded an awful lot like "Gambit".
Later on at dinner: Most of the X-men, currently not away on a mission, were gathered at the table. Hushed voices whispered through the dining room. Gambit was positive that they revolved around Anya, the girl who could pass for Rogue's twin. He was getting antsy. He had yet to see Rogue since she left him standing in the med bay hallway. Now all he wanted to do was find her to figure out what had happened with Anya. All the whispers stopped as footsteps echoed into the room. All heads turned to see Rogue walking in talking to Hank. Normally Hank would eat alone, preferring someone drop his food off instead. But there were too many details to discuss with Rogue right now and he decided to do so over a cup of coffee and a small snack.
"Hank, maybe we should grab our food to go?" Rogue asked as she stilled. Every ear and eye were on them. Hank took a steady glance around the room before nodding his head. "I do believe you are right my dear. Let us grab our grub and head back down to my office." As they reached the line in which the food was being handed out, Gambit caught them. "Is Gambit invited to dis lil' meeting to, mon amis?" Hank nodded as he loaded his plate up with all different kinds of healthy foods. "You are the one who brought her to us, Gambit. I don't see why you shouldn't be included."
"She's muh sistah, ah think ah deserve dah right to some privacy." Rogue countered. If there was 'important information' that Hank found out about Anya, she wanted to be the first to know. She wanted to know if this girl really was her sister or what she was, and Rogue felt she didn't need an audience for that. "Now chere, you not bein non too fair with Remy." Gambit countered. Rogue hadn't been there when she was shot. She didn't see the pained look on Mystique's face as she dropped the gun and ran. Nor did she see the way that Anya looked at Remy before this all happened.
"Now Rogue, be fair. I think Remy has the right to know this information as much as you. After all, Mystique was aiming to kill him, not Anya." Hanks words were final as he turned and headed back towards the Med bay where his office was snuggled into a corner. Rogue and Gambit both followed silently after him.
Once they were all back in Hank's office, Hank began to divulge the information his tests had given him. "Rogue, this girl…she has your exact DNA. Right down to your mutant gene. In all technical terms, she is you. This could mean one of two things. She is either your twin or could be a clone of some sort." Rogue's sharp intake of breath was the only indication of surprise. However, Gambit showed no signs of surprise. He was good at hiding his emotions, and this was a good time to prove it. Hank opened his mouth to continue on as the door to his office burst open.
Clad only in a sheet, Anya leaned against the door frame. "Who are you? Where am ah? And what happened to meh?" Her icy blues frantically searched the room until they landed on Gambit. All his schooled features from earlier were gone, and surprise clearly showed on his face. "Anya, petite, you shouldn't be out of da bed. You were hurt, and you need da rest." Gambit spoke as he stood, gently making his way to her. With a light grip on Gambit's arm Anya steadied herself. "No, Gambit, ah want some ansahs."
"Chere, you can call Gambit by his name, and dat be Remy, Remy LeBeau." Gambit took Anya's hand and laid a gentle kiss on it before leading her to the chair he had just vacated. "Anya, we did not expect you up and about so soon. Your monitor did not even go off." "Look blue man, Ah just wan' some ansahs, and maybe some clothes." She motioned down to her sheet clad form. Hank nodded as he motioned for Gambit to retrieve some of the spare sweats that were kept in the med bay. "We too have questions for you, and only you can give us the answers. We will give you all the answers you want, and all we ask in return are some answers of our own." Anya nodded before repeating her previously stated questions. "Where am ah?"
Gambit, returned with the sweats answered as he laid the clothes in her lap. "You're safe chere. Away from de bleu femme who shot you." Anya's brows furrowed in a way that Gambit was all too familiar with. "Mystique? Momma shot meh?" She replied as she looked into Gambit's eyes. Within those devil's eyes she saw truth and regret for it being the truth. "And why am ah here?" She decided to keep accessing the situation before she would react. "Well, as Gambit just said you were shot. Mystique's bullet struck your right lung. Luckily, it was a clean shot. Gambit brought you here to seek immediate medical attention. You lost a lot of blood and were receiving a transfusion while you slept." Hank's medicinal answer came first.
"And what about momma? What happened to her?" Anya looked towards Gambit to receive that answer. "Nothin' happened to her chere. She shot you den left you to die in Remy's arms." Anya's eyes widened in shock as a hand came to her mouth. "Remy, please. Tell meh you're lying to meh. Momma wouldn't of done that." Gambit's eyes lowered, giving her unspoken answers. Anya silently began to weep. "Rogue, if you'd like to help her dress, I think it'd be best to let her return to sleep." Hank stood and began to scoot Gambit out. "No, ah wanna ask Remy some more questions. Please, Ah'll only be a bit to dress, then ah promise ah'll lay down." Anya's pleas hit Beast's soft spot. "Well, alright but only for an hour. We'll set your transfusion back up and then we'll give you two some time to talk."
"Thank yah." Anya responded dimly as she and Rogue headed to the bathroom attached to the med room. Rogue helped Anya dress in silence. She had so many questions, but the paleness of Anya's skin looked worse now than it did earlier. She would allow Gambit to chat with her first, but she was going to get her turn.
Rogue quickly dismissed herself as Anya was helped back into bed. The needle that was giving her a blood transfusion was replaced with a new sterile one as Anya was hooked back up to the heart monitor. Hank gave her a quick check up before patting her gently on her shoulder. "I'll be back in an hour. If you feel sleepy, don't push yourself to stay up, alright?" Anya's nod was all the response he needed before returned to his office.
Gambit and Anya were finally left alone. Anya's breathing was hitching as she looked into Gambit's ruby eyes. "So chere, you wanted to talk wit Remy?" Anya's cheeks flushed as much as her bruised body would allow before she nodded. "Why does it seem ah know yah Remy? Have we met before?" Anya asked.
bien sûr - of course