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Chapter Three
"Achoo!" a violent sneeze erupted from Remy's nose. This sucked. However, the Cajun knew his jaunt out on the ice could have had far worse complications than a simple cold. Pneumonia for instance, if not something worse. A wave of dread moved through his body as he thought about that.
Yes, Remy had been very lucky. His hands were still a bit stiff, but that faded more with each passing hour. A bit longer though and he could have ended up with a serious case of frostbite, permanent nerve damage. Which would have certainly been the end of his career, a thief needs steady hands.
Slowly Gambit inched a bit further from his doctor. In all honestly, there really wasn't anywhere left to scoot. As it was, the Cajun was perched precariously on the very edge of the examination table. One good shove was all it would take to knock him to the floor, even with his balance.
"Remiel," Sinister sounded faintly displeased as he looked up from his notes. "If you do not cease that immediately I will have no choice but to have Scalphunter and Vertigo tie you down." It wasn't as though he was hurting the other. "Really," the scientist sighed faintly. "You act as though I have cooties."
Remy froze, staring at the older man with wide eyes. His previous comment about Vertigo tying him down being somewhat pleasant under the right circumstances completely forgotten as it died in his throat. The thief coughed, using the distraction to regain a bit of his wits. "I can't believe you just said dat."
Sinister took the opportunity to grasp his patient firmly by the bicep, yanking him more fully onto the table. "This is for your own good my boy," he completely ignored Gambit's previous comment. "It will not benefit you should you relapse." He injected something into the thief's arm.
Gambit didn't even bother to protest the shot. It wasn't as though it would do any good. "I don't see why you care anyhow," he huffed leaning back against the headrest. The Cajun did not expect an answer, however he was surprised.
"In truth my boy," Sinister purred, now sounding insufferably pleased with himself. "I am a little disappointed you haven't figured that out by now."
A pair of red on black eyes narrowed suspiciously, a long held though flitting through his head. It was something he had considered on and off over the years, but had never really dwelled on. To be honest, he tried not to think about it.
"Figured out what?" Gambit asked cautiously. Mentally though, he was crossing his fingers. Please don't say it, he prayed. Pretty please, with sugar on top. In retrospect, the Cajun thought he shouldn't have said anything. He didn't really want to know. No such luck.
"You see Remiel, I am your Father."
The Cajun groaned dramatically, whacking his head back against the hard surface. "Merde,"he swore. "You just had to say it." Remy paused for a moment. "So is there a Mother in this picture or. . ." he let the question linger in the air, his fingers moving in a you know gesture.
The pale man's amused expression slid into one of distaste. "Certainly not," in fact Sinister seemed slightly insulted. "You are the accumulation of decades of genetic research and experimentation."
For a moment, Remy studied the features of his Father before shrugging. "D'accord." He stretched back out against the table.
Sinister frowned peering down at Remy's face. Perhaps the other was feeling worse than he believed. "You are taking this far better than I anticipated my son," he commented. No yelling, no denials, it was unlike the younger man to say the least.
"So Remy be a test tube baby, probably some weird combination of cloning and genetic engineering. I can deal." He looked up at the gathered group through coy eyes, a faint smirk crossing his features. " 'S far preferable to the thought of you having sex."
Vertigo couldn't help it. She clamped one hand over her mouth, face going as green as her hair. Then she rushed out of the room, nearly knocking Scrambler over on her way out.
Gambit just rolled his eyes. "Cast iron stomach that one."
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