Okay update wow, I surprised anyone was still interested at all. I would
love to give you individual shout-outs but time is of pressing importance
and though I love you all!!! I figure and update is the best way to thank
ya. (though hopefully I will have more time soon to acknowledge properly).
Also for some reason my italicized words (which were thoughts) is not
uploading right so now I'll use these ( )
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
(Love is so strange.I can feel it coming from Logan, Beast, even from Marrow.Logan is worried about Rogue, even about Gambit right now, he tries to hide it, and yet, the he feels kindred to Remy, and protective of Rogue.Hank is always Hank, ready to forgive, ready to help.I never really appreciate him enough, he perhaps of all of us has the best soul. And Marrow.she is so hurt, so twisted, and yet she understands, she above all else should have reason to doubt this mission reason to hate, and yet, even as a young child she realized it, that Remy wasn't involved willingly if anything he was her savior that day.)
"Jean?" a voice interrupted her musings.
"Yes Hank?"
" We are almost to the mansion, Storm says there is something the immediately needs discussed she asked we all meet her in the War Room. "
"Thanks Hank. Hopefully she has found some clue about those drawings."
"I would wish nothing more than that to be the key in finding our friends."
"Hank, I want to say thanks for supporting this, I know I didn't mention it earlier, but really we can always count on you can't we?" saying this Jean stand and gives him a hug.
"Always my dear Jean, why else would we be X-Men if we did not choose to care for our own."
(Oh Hank, how well you spoke it. We must love our own, even if we fail to do it properly and right we must love our own. I only hope our love for both Remy and Rogue has not come to late.)
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"What are ya doin' here gal? Shouldn't ya'll be helpin' ya' daddy with some horrible scheme?" Rogue knows she shouldn't be angry with the girl, but its either that or beg to for her and Remy to be set free, and well, begging really isn't her style, though if she thought it would help Remy she would have no qualms about giving up her self-pride to save him.
"I came to ask you some things." Rogue can clearly see the girl is timid. ( But why should ya' be? Ya'll ain't the one strapped into a power sucking bed, an' about to be used for experiments ). "What can Ah do for ya? Ya' daddy trying to git information outta me?"
"No.I.I came without him knowing, I'm having problems," With this statement she taps her temple. "See, I can remember you.but I don't know why, and its not from here.this place this time.you were my friend.and yet my brother was a danger to you.I don't understand, father said that there was an accident, and Xavier stole my brother, brainwashed him.and you helped steal him away. But I can feel something different. And you.you helped me before I know you did." Clair looks at the girl.part of her hoping that she is wrong and she can go back to believing her father.but her instincts tell her different they tell her that her father is wrong and all his talk about their future doesn't make this right.
"Hold on one sec Sugah' who is your brother? Ah don't much remember ya'll and Ah'm more than sure Xavier and me didn't git together and brainwash anyone."
"You know my brother! You talk about him.you had him when I found you!"
"Remy?!?" A name whispered, one word, full of love.shock.and confusion.
"Yes, Remy my brother. Why was he in the cold to die? Why did you have him? Did he escape?"
(Why was he in the cold to die- that question echoes over and over again.Ah can't answer that one myself.but my own torment is for another time.)
'Well, sugah, Ah left him in the cold.Ah had him cause Ah love him.and Ah couldn't live without him, Ah had to go back. He didn't escape anything.however as far as he knows.and Ah know cause, honey, Ah been in that boy's head way too much in mah life. ya'll ain't his family. Nevah have been. He grew up Remy LeBeau in New Orleans. Sinister, ya' daddy would be the one person in his life, he hates the most." (Besides himself) she adds silently. As she speaks her mind flips through memories of his, stolen from him from her own mutation, never before has she summed his life up so simply, and yet it is so sad.the moments of happiness in it are so far between, mostly all with her and mostly all tainted by his own self- hate and dark thoughts of Sinister. (Oh, Rem, Ah'm sorry.for everythin'.)
(New Orleans? He did have a strange accent, but I thought it was all the brainwashing.Should I believe her)?
'Okay say I believe you about him.can you tell me why he shares my DNA, I've seen the tests myself."
"Remy, he was an orphan the LeBeau's took him in when he was little. Ah know he doesn't know who his biological parents are, so ya'll could be his sister." (No offense though, Ah hope to the lawd he isn't, especially if ya'll are really Sinister's daughter.)
"But what of my memories of you?"
"Ah don't know, but ah do know that Remy LeBeau has nevah been a danger to me. Not in this lifetime. Ah'd like to be yah friend.circumstances as they are. Ya'll seem too innocent to be mixed up with Sinister."
"I shall go speak with my brother.see if he shares your belief about his past. Then we shall decide about a friendship."
Rogue's heart jumps at the idea of Remy.the fact he is still well enough to speak.and that she may be able to pass a message to him. ( But what will Ah say.sorry for leavin ya in the snow? Sorry for turning mah back on ya? Sorry for nevah understandin' enough, nevah trustin' and tryin' enough. )
"Tell him.tell him Ah'm sorry for everythin' and Ah love him.please tell him that."
Nodding she and is gone.
And that's when the mask falls, left alone Rogue lets the emotions of the last few moments wash over her.alone strapped to a bed in the middle of an unknown base. the woman known only by an alias to the world. realizes how deep love can go by the depths the pain reaches in her soul. For the first time in her life, she let's herself see everything about the man she loves.and to her surprise, his darkest secrets and most shameful moments.only cause her to love him more. And she cries for him, for everything that has ever happened and for herself. And suddenly all the things she worried about, her powers his past.pale in comparison to the largest obstacle they both have ever faced - forgiveness of themselves.
"Here de' petit' come back 'gain. 'Tought Gambit scared ya away for good last tim'"
"I come to ask a question and bear a message." (Why do you not know me? I want you to remember me. I want a family. And yet, if this is wrong, than no matter what the cost, it must be made right.)
"Ol' Essex too busy to see 'is 'boy'" Remy says mockingly.
"No, this is for me alone. Where are you from?"
"New Orleans originally. 'Den X-Men, and currently Antarctica."
"You were raised by the LeBeaus?"
"Oui, took me in off 'de streets, know why you be askin' 'dese questions? Ya' pere should 'ave 'dat all down in 'is files."
(He too is not lying. could the brainwash be that complete.but why doesn't father just fix that. And why does he still have him strapped down, surely the healer could help him.)
"I need to go check some things. I will return soon."
"Pe'tit? Have a message for moi'?
'The girl who had you, when I got you, Rogue.says she is sorry for everything and she loves you."
At the mention of her name and the fact she is well enough to send a message Remy goes weak with relief. So much so he almost misses the message in itself. (Sorry? For what chere? And love? Must be worry.'dat is too much to hop' for more 'dan 'dat.)
"Tell 'er if ya' see er'.. tell 'er." (What LeBeau.what do you tell her? 'Dat 'ya love 'er so much 'ya can't think.can't breathe.'dat 'ya sorry 'ya messed up 'er life, drug 'er inta 'dis mess?) "'Dat she 'de queen of 'his heart.and 'dat ma Cherie has not'ing ta' be sorry for, Remy he be 'da one ta' blame."
"Goodbye brother."
And Remy LeBeau is alone again. Thinking of the woman he loves. She came back for him; she must have.the last thing he remembers is the coldness of the snow.not her having him. (Chere, would 'ave been better if 'ya would 'ave let moi in 'da snow.) Still his heart can't help but soar a little at the thought that she still cared, maybe if she cared enough to come back, maybe she might still love him.more than just in concern.( Stop kiddin' ya'self LeBeau she came back 'cause she is a good person, she wouldn't let 'ya ta' die. Even if 'ya do deserve it.)
"Jean we need you to try and locate a mutant, I believe you will recognize the name. Clarice Ferguson also known as Blink, thought to be killed during the final battle with the Phalanx."
"Storm, not that I'm not going to try my hardest but why?"
"Jubilee stayed with the girl and knew her, she insists these drawings we found at Sinister's base are hers, I have Hank checking the fingerprints on the paper to try and confirm her suspicions. We don't know if it could be a clone, however the drawings are signed Clair.which is a close form of her name. I know we are reaching here Jean, but by the goddess I hope we find something. Besides these drawings we have no clues no leads as to where they might be." Even though Storm is trying hard to be very business she can't keep a tear from forming at the last statement. The sadness emitting from her body hits Jean like a wave.
"I will try Storm, and don't worry we will find them." Closing her eyes, Jean begins to open her mind to first the town around her and then the surrounding areas. Using her powers to this extent is risky, she easily has the potential in fact is the most powerful telepath in the universe, but her powers are always tightly kept in check. Releasing them to this extent causes extreme strain on her system to hold back the dark desires of the Phoenix she cannot deny she still feels at times, and keeping others minds separate from her own.
Okay, phew that was long.as least it seemed like it.sorry if anyone seems OOC its hard to get back into this story after being away so long, the last chapter didn't involve so much character development.
So I know Clair seems cold right now, but she has to keep her emotions in check cause she has two memories trying to get space in her head. Hopefully I will have another update within a week.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
(Love is so strange.I can feel it coming from Logan, Beast, even from Marrow.Logan is worried about Rogue, even about Gambit right now, he tries to hide it, and yet, the he feels kindred to Remy, and protective of Rogue.Hank is always Hank, ready to forgive, ready to help.I never really appreciate him enough, he perhaps of all of us has the best soul. And Marrow.she is so hurt, so twisted, and yet she understands, she above all else should have reason to doubt this mission reason to hate, and yet, even as a young child she realized it, that Remy wasn't involved willingly if anything he was her savior that day.)
"Jean?" a voice interrupted her musings.
"Yes Hank?"
" We are almost to the mansion, Storm says there is something the immediately needs discussed she asked we all meet her in the War Room. "
"Thanks Hank. Hopefully she has found some clue about those drawings."
"I would wish nothing more than that to be the key in finding our friends."
"Hank, I want to say thanks for supporting this, I know I didn't mention it earlier, but really we can always count on you can't we?" saying this Jean stand and gives him a hug.
"Always my dear Jean, why else would we be X-Men if we did not choose to care for our own."
(Oh Hank, how well you spoke it. We must love our own, even if we fail to do it properly and right we must love our own. I only hope our love for both Remy and Rogue has not come to late.)
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"What are ya doin' here gal? Shouldn't ya'll be helpin' ya' daddy with some horrible scheme?" Rogue knows she shouldn't be angry with the girl, but its either that or beg to for her and Remy to be set free, and well, begging really isn't her style, though if she thought it would help Remy she would have no qualms about giving up her self-pride to save him.
"I came to ask you some things." Rogue can clearly see the girl is timid. ( But why should ya' be? Ya'll ain't the one strapped into a power sucking bed, an' about to be used for experiments ). "What can Ah do for ya? Ya' daddy trying to git information outta me?"
"No.I.I came without him knowing, I'm having problems," With this statement she taps her temple. "See, I can remember you.but I don't know why, and its not from here.this place this time.you were my friend.and yet my brother was a danger to you.I don't understand, father said that there was an accident, and Xavier stole my brother, brainwashed him.and you helped steal him away. But I can feel something different. And you.you helped me before I know you did." Clair looks at the girl.part of her hoping that she is wrong and she can go back to believing her father.but her instincts tell her different they tell her that her father is wrong and all his talk about their future doesn't make this right.
"Hold on one sec Sugah' who is your brother? Ah don't much remember ya'll and Ah'm more than sure Xavier and me didn't git together and brainwash anyone."
"You know my brother! You talk about him.you had him when I found you!"
"Remy?!?" A name whispered, one word, full of love.shock.and confusion.
"Yes, Remy my brother. Why was he in the cold to die? Why did you have him? Did he escape?"
(Why was he in the cold to die- that question echoes over and over again.Ah can't answer that one myself.but my own torment is for another time.)
'Well, sugah, Ah left him in the cold.Ah had him cause Ah love him.and Ah couldn't live without him, Ah had to go back. He didn't escape anything.however as far as he knows.and Ah know cause, honey, Ah been in that boy's head way too much in mah life. ya'll ain't his family. Nevah have been. He grew up Remy LeBeau in New Orleans. Sinister, ya' daddy would be the one person in his life, he hates the most." (Besides himself) she adds silently. As she speaks her mind flips through memories of his, stolen from him from her own mutation, never before has she summed his life up so simply, and yet it is so sad.the moments of happiness in it are so far between, mostly all with her and mostly all tainted by his own self- hate and dark thoughts of Sinister. (Oh, Rem, Ah'm sorry.for everythin'.)
(New Orleans? He did have a strange accent, but I thought it was all the brainwashing.Should I believe her)?
'Okay say I believe you about him.can you tell me why he shares my DNA, I've seen the tests myself."
"Remy, he was an orphan the LeBeau's took him in when he was little. Ah know he doesn't know who his biological parents are, so ya'll could be his sister." (No offense though, Ah hope to the lawd he isn't, especially if ya'll are really Sinister's daughter.)
"But what of my memories of you?"
"Ah don't know, but ah do know that Remy LeBeau has nevah been a danger to me. Not in this lifetime. Ah'd like to be yah friend.circumstances as they are. Ya'll seem too innocent to be mixed up with Sinister."
"I shall go speak with my brother.see if he shares your belief about his past. Then we shall decide about a friendship."
Rogue's heart jumps at the idea of Remy.the fact he is still well enough to speak.and that she may be able to pass a message to him. ( But what will Ah say.sorry for leavin ya in the snow? Sorry for turning mah back on ya? Sorry for nevah understandin' enough, nevah trustin' and tryin' enough. )
"Tell him.tell him Ah'm sorry for everythin' and Ah love him.please tell him that."
Nodding she and is gone.
And that's when the mask falls, left alone Rogue lets the emotions of the last few moments wash over her.alone strapped to a bed in the middle of an unknown base. the woman known only by an alias to the world. realizes how deep love can go by the depths the pain reaches in her soul. For the first time in her life, she let's herself see everything about the man she loves.and to her surprise, his darkest secrets and most shameful moments.only cause her to love him more. And she cries for him, for everything that has ever happened and for herself. And suddenly all the things she worried about, her powers his past.pale in comparison to the largest obstacle they both have ever faced - forgiveness of themselves.
"Here de' petit' come back 'gain. 'Tought Gambit scared ya away for good last tim'"
"I come to ask a question and bear a message." (Why do you not know me? I want you to remember me. I want a family. And yet, if this is wrong, than no matter what the cost, it must be made right.)
"Ol' Essex too busy to see 'is 'boy'" Remy says mockingly.
"No, this is for me alone. Where are you from?"
"New Orleans originally. 'Den X-Men, and currently Antarctica."
"You were raised by the LeBeaus?"
"Oui, took me in off 'de streets, know why you be askin' 'dese questions? Ya' pere should 'ave 'dat all down in 'is files."
(He too is not lying. could the brainwash be that complete.but why doesn't father just fix that. And why does he still have him strapped down, surely the healer could help him.)
"I need to go check some things. I will return soon."
"Pe'tit? Have a message for moi'?
'The girl who had you, when I got you, Rogue.says she is sorry for everything and she loves you."
At the mention of her name and the fact she is well enough to send a message Remy goes weak with relief. So much so he almost misses the message in itself. (Sorry? For what chere? And love? Must be worry.'dat is too much to hop' for more 'dan 'dat.)
"Tell 'er if ya' see er'.. tell 'er." (What LeBeau.what do you tell her? 'Dat 'ya love 'er so much 'ya can't think.can't breathe.'dat 'ya sorry 'ya messed up 'er life, drug 'er inta 'dis mess?) "'Dat she 'de queen of 'his heart.and 'dat ma Cherie has not'ing ta' be sorry for, Remy he be 'da one ta' blame."
"Goodbye brother."
And Remy LeBeau is alone again. Thinking of the woman he loves. She came back for him; she must have.the last thing he remembers is the coldness of the snow.not her having him. (Chere, would 'ave been better if 'ya would 'ave let moi in 'da snow.) Still his heart can't help but soar a little at the thought that she still cared, maybe if she cared enough to come back, maybe she might still love him.more than just in concern.( Stop kiddin' ya'self LeBeau she came back 'cause she is a good person, she wouldn't let 'ya ta' die. Even if 'ya do deserve it.)
"Jean we need you to try and locate a mutant, I believe you will recognize the name. Clarice Ferguson also known as Blink, thought to be killed during the final battle with the Phalanx."
"Storm, not that I'm not going to try my hardest but why?"
"Jubilee stayed with the girl and knew her, she insists these drawings we found at Sinister's base are hers, I have Hank checking the fingerprints on the paper to try and confirm her suspicions. We don't know if it could be a clone, however the drawings are signed Clair.which is a close form of her name. I know we are reaching here Jean, but by the goddess I hope we find something. Besides these drawings we have no clues no leads as to where they might be." Even though Storm is trying hard to be very business she can't keep a tear from forming at the last statement. The sadness emitting from her body hits Jean like a wave.
"I will try Storm, and don't worry we will find them." Closing her eyes, Jean begins to open her mind to first the town around her and then the surrounding areas. Using her powers to this extent is risky, she easily has the potential in fact is the most powerful telepath in the universe, but her powers are always tightly kept in check. Releasing them to this extent causes extreme strain on her system to hold back the dark desires of the Phoenix she cannot deny she still feels at times, and keeping others minds separate from her own.
Okay, phew that was long.as least it seemed like it.sorry if anyone seems OOC its hard to get back into this story after being away so long, the last chapter didn't involve so much character development.
So I know Clair seems cold right now, but she has to keep her emotions in check cause she has two memories trying to get space in her head. Hopefully I will have another update within a week.