Disclaimer: Still working on hacking into the lawyers' databases… the second firewall is proving to be quite difficult, considering that I haven't made any progress at all, even though I've been working at it for close to what, five months? Yeah, no progress at all…
A/N: … Hi there… I'm not dead, that's the good news. So, before you all kill me let me explain my long, unexpected absence. College is a pain in the ass, and with so much work I had almost no time left to write or even update. So, in the hopes that you all don't murder me and leave my corpse somewhere to rot, here's the long-awaited chapter 50. Enjoy!
"…"- conversation
'…'- thoughts
(…)- extra facts/actions (some)
((…))- author's/my own thoughts
'blah…' -telepathy/what people say mentally
Chapter 50: Rescuing Magma and Iceman
Hallway #1, Asteroid Evolution, Orbit of the Moon, Milky Way Galaxy- May 17, 12:00 AM
Amara's eyes slowly opened and when they did met with a welcome sight. "Rogue?" she whispered, her voice hoarse from all her forced screaming.
Rogue started; she had been working on Bobby's door slowly so as to not raise suspicion or noise at what was happening. She turned around and on seeing Amara's dark eyes looking at her let out a strangled cry and ran through the door to Amara's cell and dropped to her knees, startling the young mutant. Remy glanced over out of the corner of his eye at the scene and continued to work on Bobby's door.
"Amara, sugah, are yah alright?" Rogue asked, her emerald eyes showing the depth of her concern.
Amara just continued to stare at Rogue, her eyes showing confusion and pain. After a few moments Amara said, "How… how did you phase through the door?"
Rogue just smiled and replied, "Later sugah. Right now all tha's important is to make sure yah're well enough to travel and help us free everyone else and get off this damn asteroid."
Amara nodded in consent and with Rogue's help slowly sat up, taking her time because of small bouts of dizziness that ran through her head. Once she was successfully sitting up Rogue placed her hands on Amara's shoulders and closed her eyes, concentrating. Slowly a light white aura began to surround the two of them and Rogue began to transfer some of her own energy to Amara. Amara closed her eyes and felt what wounds that had been left on her begin to heal and close and she also felt her energy return.
After a minute, Rogue broke contact and Amara opened her eyes only to see Rogue before her, her emerald eyes glittering with a hint of exhaustion and happiness. "What did you do?" Amara asked her voice as strong as it had been before she had been captured.
Rogue shook her head and replied once more, "Tha's a story for later, Amara. Right now we need ta free Bobby and everyone else so we can go home." Amara nodded her consent and got to her feet, relishing in the feeling of being able to stand on her feet again without it involving pain, along with added bonus of not being forced to see those bloody images in her head.
Rogue took Amara's hand and phased them through the cell and walked over to Bobby's door, which unlike Amara's was tougher to get off, considering Apocalypse thought Bobby the leader of X-Factor, and therefore the strongest of the team. Remy was struggling to get the door off using the copied ability to lengthen his nails to such a length and sharpness that he would be able to pick the small keyhole and open the door.
Remy saw the two women coming his way and asked, "Would tous le deux (you two) mind terribly if vous (you) would get ça porte (this door) open for Remy?" Amara just stared blankly, not being able to understand French very well but Rogue simply nodded, came over, and, using her super strength ripped the door open with the least amount of noise as she could manage
"Merci," Remy replied, rushing into the cell as soon as the door was open. He knelt next to Bobby and examined the X-Factor leader, feather light touches telling him all he needed to know. He groaned and said, "Merde, Bobby's hurt real bad; he has scars and blood all over son visage (his face) and he's weak; Remy don' know…" Remy thought for a moment, with Amara and Rogue looking on, and then snapped his fingers.
"Remy got de answer…" Remy then took off his gloves and gently placed his hands on Bobby's face, taking some of his energy and donating it to Bobby. Amara watched in amazement as a white aura surrounded Remy and Bobby, the scars and blood on her team leader's face fading until they were non-existent. After a few moments Remy took his hands off Bobby and put back on his gloves. He then nodded to Rogue, who came over and, using Lorna and Erik's ability to control metal took the collar off Bobby.
The screaming soon stopped and Bobby's eyes slowly opened; what he saw quickly brought his vision into focus. "Rogue… Amara? What's going on? Why is he here?" Bobby's tone went from confused to angry as soon as he saw Remy standing next to Rogue, an arm draped casually over her shoulder. He got to his feet and almost fell down again due to the bout of dizziness that suddenly overwhelmed him.
"Careful Bobby; you've just gotten a boost of energy from Remy; he and Rogue saved our lives. Don't get angry at Remy; he's here to help," Amara commented, having picked up on the relationship that seemed to exist between the two Southern mutants as she helped Bobby to his feet and let him lean on her shoulder for support.
"You sure?" he asked, doubt lacing his words as his light brown eyes glared into Remy's demon eyes.
"I'm sure," Amara answered confidently, having complete faith in Rogue's actions and reasons for being with Remy.
Bobby sighed and, after gaining his equilibrium once more, stuck out a hand towards Remy. "If both Rogue and Amara trust you Gambit then… then I suppose I trust you too." Remy, grinning took Bobby's hand and grimaced as he felt a thin layer of frost cover his hand.
"Bobby!" Rogue exclaimed, having seen the ice-wielding mutant perform the trick endless times before.
Bobby shrugged and said, "Sorry; couldn't help myself." He broke the handhold and Remy shook his hand to get the ice off his hand.
"C'est bon, mon ami. (It's good, my friend.) Remy is used to such stunts," Remy replied, shrugging the prank off as if it were nothing. Remy was used to such stunts from Pietro and John, both annoying him in any way possible with practical jokes; Remy shrugged them off often but also got his revenge in small ways like hiding Pietro's clothes and taking John's lighters…
Bobby grinned and was about to remark on what Remy had done for him when the door to the hallway slammed open. Rogue and Remy instantly got in front of the two X-Factor members and both of their faces paled when they saw Lucas, black eyes burning brightly, standing in front of the door to Bobby's cell, a light purple aura surrounding him.
"Hello ye scoundrels; ready to fight?" Lucas questioned, a large smirk gracing his features as the purple aura began to increase in intensity.
"We're in deep shit; aren't we?" Bobby questioned, his voice hoarse and containing a hint of fright.
"Oui, mon ami; we are in deep shit," Remy commented, ready in a battle stance to face whatever Lucas threw at him.