Morgan wakes up! Thank you to my reviewers! You guys rock!
I don't own any X-men comics, movies or TV shows, only Morgan, Tante Cécile, and Amy.
Morgan POV
Noise drifted all around me. People scurrying by, the sound of metal scraping against metal, the rhythmic beeping and whirring of machines. Where was I?
I slowly opened my eyes, bright white light assaulting my vision. Everything seemed to be covered in a thick fog. I felt someone move to my side.
"Good, you're finally awake. I was afraid we had lost you back there. You've been in a coma for almost two months."
I must be in a hospital. I blinked a few more times, allowing my vision to clear. I saw a dark figure standing next to where I lay. The person moved into my line of sight. I looked at this person closely… they seemed so familiar…
No! I wasn't in a hospital. I couldn't be more wrong.
I started to struggle but restraints were holding me down. I tried to use my power but it wasn't responding.
The man above me chuckled. "Your powers are useless here, sweetheart."
Stryker.
The man who had taken Remy and the man who had finally captured me.
"You gave us a run for our money. No person has ever eluded my best soldier for as long as you did. And your powers! I must say, they are even more impressive than I had originally thought. A bit unstable but I think we can deal with that. You could be a very useful weapon."
I glared daggers into the man. How could he have the nerve to think I would work for him?
As if reading my thoughts he smiled down at me. "Oh yes, you will do what I say. Not only for your life, but for the life of your… friend. If you don't do what I say, when I say it, then you will watch Remy LeBeau die."
Remy? He was still alive?
A glimmer of hope sparked in me until the words Stryker had just uttered sunk in. I couldn't be the reason Remy was killed. Stryker spoke again, rousing me from my thoughts.
"But don't worry my dear. You don't have to do anything just yet. You're still too weak." He waved a soldier over. "Take her to her cell."
Remy POV
I had just finished playing a round of poker with some of the other prisoners. It was a way for us to pass the time and to keep me from thinking too much about Morgan. Sometimes the guards would play. I beat them easily, earning me the nickname Gambit. I hadn't heard anything about her since they said they had found her. I feared the worst.
I had lost all sense of time. You never knew if it was day or night for there were no windows and we were never let outside. Stryker experimented on me less and less which was a relief but also worried me. What would they do when they didn't need me anymore? Would they kill me?
I leaned against the cell wall, scanning the room. More mutants had been brought in. Many were just kids. I was enraged at the thought of Stryker hunting down young mutants for his own "experiments".
I lifted my eyes as I heard the main doors to the cell room creak open. Soldiers were escorting a young woman in, one I hadn't seen before. Creed had caught another one. This guy should be given a medal. I studied the girl carefully. Long, dark brown hair shielded her face from view. She wore cuffs around her forearms, much like the ones around my wrists, which neutralized her powers. She was put into the cell next to mine where she promptly sank to her knees. She put her face in her hands as her body was racked with silent sobs. Poor girl shouldn't be in a place like this.
She finally stopped shaking and pushed her hair from her face, allowing me to get a better look at her. Oval face, full lips, big blue eyes… wait. I shook my head, trying to clear my mind before looking back at her. I knew her. Realization dawned on me and I felt my heart rate quicken. I inched over to the bars separating our cells.
"Morgan?"
No answer.
"Voodoo?"
Morgan POV
Everything was a blur. I couldn't see clearly, I couldn't think straight. I was vaguely aware of being led to a cell that would be my home. Some home. I sank to my knees a sobbed. No more Amy, no more Tante Cécile, no more life.
I pushed my hair back and looked at the ceiling though not fully aware of what I was looking at. I heard someone utter something but ignored it. I just wanted to sleep. Forever.
"Voodoo?"
My head snapped forward. Only one person had ever called me that. I looked around slowly until my eyes landed on a man. A man I knew very well.
I inched my way towards him, afraid my mind was playing tricks on me. "Remy?" I asked silently.
He stuck one hand through the bars separating us. I carefully took it and brought it to my face, needing to know that he was real.
He was.
Tears poured down my face when I saw him smile. He rubbed is thumb in small circles over my cheek, reassuring me that he was alive.
"It's ok Chère. Everything is gonna be alright now. I'm gonna get us out of here."
YAY! They're back together though under crummy circumstances. Reviews and constructive criticism welcome.