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The Rogue and Gambit Experiment	By : celticmanou Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anna felt heavy and tired... So tired... She usually drained someone's energy before using their abilities. Now she had used her own energy to power up, she knew why her power worked that way. She somehow imprinted her body with someone else characteristics. She absorbed personalities so she could have an optimized use of the newly imprinted ability. She absorbed energies so she wouldn't burn all her own energy. It was now crystal clear to her. She understood how her mutation worked.

Her eyes closed and her body limp, she felt that she was in the car and that it was moving fast. She heard faint whispers. She was tired, she let herself drift away again.

Sage kept shooting glances at Remy. He felt a bit unnerved by her attitude. "I know what happened to her. We have a mind-link. It means I can get into her mind and she can get into mine at will. I saw something she didn't fully understand. You were ready to lose the use of your hands to help her."

Remy looked at her, speechless. "There is also something I know, as I saw it in Destiny's mind. She's a precog, you know. Rogue and you, you're soul-mates. Star-crossed lovers. Whatever. In every single future she foresaw, you were meant to be together. This is the reason why I pushed you and Rogue together. Beside the fact I was atoning for what I did to her."

Remy shook his head. "What's this multiple future business? Are you trying to tell Remy what happened to us in New Orleans could have been prevented?"

Sage sighed. "Don't beat yourself up with this. You got me wrong. What I meant is that it won't be easy but the two of you can work through it. I'm sure she'll master her powers again. She needs to be in control."

Remy glanced outside at the fast-moving scenery. "I don't know, Sage."

She remained silent a while after that. She let him time to process the data. Both would need healing and time. Remy was pretty much shaken in his self-esteem and his ability to protect the woman he loved. Anna ended up saving him, even more than she would ever know. She gave him hope and faith that he could someday deserve her affection. He looked at the back seat where Anna's sleeping form laid. "We'll help her," he finally said. She gave him strength. He would make sure she was drawing strength from him too.

He saw Wolverine on his motorcycle, following them, through the back window. He waved at him. In answer, Wolverine unsheathed his claws and showed them to Gambit. The warning was clear. Touch her and I'll cut your guts. Gambit nodded curtly in acknowledgment and faced the road again.

"This is really frustrating, LeBeau." Sage said unexpectedly.

"What is, Sage?"

"I can't read you. I couldn't read Rogue at first with all the psyches mixed with her but now I'm mind-linked with her, I'm wired to her true self. I could even get a good read on Mystique with time. But you? I don't get anything but statics from you. The most powerful telepath taught me and I can't even tell what's on the surface of your mind."

Remy shrugged. "There has always been more to this Cajun than the good looks and sweet tongue. You ever doubted it, Sage?"

She shook her head. "I know your reputation, LeBeau. You're seductive and you often get the ones you want but you're not disrespecting women. You are not a taker but a giver. I don't need telepathy to see you're a good man."

Stunned, he blankly looked at Sage. No one had ever guessed that he loved to give pleasure more than receive it. No one before Sage. "If you weren't driving, ma douce, I would kiss you."

She smiled. "Keep your kisses for our sleeping beauty. She'll be able to get them really soon. We'll see to that. And don't call me sweet anymore."

They spent the rest of the journey chitchatting easily. From time to time, Gambit talked with his usual flirtatious wit but Sage kept him in check. She didn't hold it against him. The man was smooth, it was in his nature. She was glad her mind was apt at multitasking. She had to monitor the road, monitor Rogue and chitchat with the Cajun. Not mentioning all the data processing she was doing at the same time. Everything she saw, heard, smelled, tasted, touched was instantly memorized and classified. She sighed.

Remy turned his red eyes again toward her. "Anything the matter, Sage? Care to talk with this homme?"

She shook her head. "no, nothing of your concern, thanks."

"Your call."

They fell back into silence as they neared the Mansion. They parked the car and Remy opened the passenger's back door to carry Anna inside. He froze when he heard the 'snikt' of unsheathing metal claws.

"Don't touch her, Gambit." Wolverine said.

A pained look on the face, Remy turned his back to them and got into the medical ward. As much as he wanted to help Anna through this he wouldn't be much of help with his broken hands and wounded body. Wolvie was her father. While she was unconscious it was his privilege and his duty to see to her well-being, not Remy's. Beast, warned by the professor, got into the medical ward as Remy was lying on an examination table.

Beast examined Remy, stitched the wider cuts, realigned the broken bones and immobilized Remy's hands in casts. He could use his fingers to some extend. Remy, behind the closed curtain of his examination box, heard Wolverine bring Anna in. Sage was with them. She whispered reassuring words to the man and he heard her take care of the young woman. Beast was securing the second cast around his hand already.

Once done, he motioned to the scientist that he could leave him. Remy wondered why it took so long for Sage and Wolvie to bring Anna in the medical ward. Had they talked? He secured as well as he could a robe to cover is almost nakedness - he was wearing nothing but black boxer briefs. Not that he was modest but it wasn't the best time to flash people. He arrived as Beast was about to speak up.

"Exhaustion. She's in no danger. I'll hook her on monitors. If she remains unconscious too long, I'll place an IV so she won't dehydrate. There's nothing more to do. She's in better shape than last time." Hank McCoy, AKA Beast, shot a quick glance at Remy. "You too, by the way. They kept your hands motionless, it helped the healing process. I suspect you won't need those anymore within two weeks. We'll X-ray you again before removing the casts."

Remy thanked Beast. Soon Sage and Gambit were the only ones remaining by Rogue's side. Remy, exhausted, dropped his muscled and scarred body on a nearby armchair. He was soon dozing off, sleepy.

Ororo arrived a little later. It was nightfall. Gambit was fast-asleep and Rogue still comatose. The machines she was hooked on revealed normal sleeping activity. Sage, gloved, was cleaning the blood on Rogue's body with a soft sponge and a bucket of warm water. "How are they?" Ororo asked the improvised nurse.

"Fine. They're both recovering. Body functions are well. I'm cleaning her... I think she wouldn't like to see her bloody reflection once awake."

"This is really considerate of you, Sage. What about him?"

"He fell asleep. I won't wake him, he needs to rest too. He was tortured during weeks and the last two days were harder on him. His stitches can't be cleaned with water yet. We'll see when LeBeau wakes up what is Hank's opinion."

"I'm curious, Sage. Why do you keep calling him by his family name?"

"LeBeau... The handsome, don't you think it's fitting?"

Both women turned to look at the sleeping Cajun. His muscular figure, his perfectly chiseled face, those eyes no woman could ever forget, his smooth talk, his confidence... Everything in Gambit screamed handsome. As in love as Ororo was, she could appreciate the sight. The robe didn't hide his strong, slightly hairy, very manly chest. Ororo's thought was: "Too bad I'm taken." Sage's was: "Too bad he's taken."

Ororo turned toward Rogue, Sage was still observing the sleeping Cajun. She noticed his cocky grin before she saw his slightly opened eyes. She blushed, caught ogling him shamelessly. He checked her out in return, his eyes appraising her beauty. The heat in her cheeks reached an unknown level. She turned away and sat next to Rogue's bed, her back to the Cajun. Lust. She could deal with lust. She could ignore it, just another data in her brain. She didn't want lust. You can feel it for any person who physically appeals you. She wanted love.

As she never knew love... She never lost her virginity. She was as pure as a girl can be in that department. The last time she kissed someone... She was fifteen. She had a mind-link to the boy until he got killed. She had felt his dying pain as her own. She never told anyone but she wasn't from the USA. She was from a country ravaged by war. Her combined telepathy and cyberpathy had allowed her to learn flawlessly any language. The only person who knew her real origins was Charles Xavier and they never discussed about it.

War wasn't the best circumstance to grow up but with her friend they learned survival. They could use any weapon found on soldier's bodies. She killed the men who tried to abduct her because they had killed her friend and were about to use her body. She heard it in their minds. She didn't know how to manipulate people's thoughts like Charles taught her afterwards so she fought how she knew, survived at any cost. Charles couldn't understand her because he hadn't been there when they killed the boy, he hadn't seen the men's fantasies as she did.

Men desired her, she knew it as a fact, she could see it in their eyes, read it in their minds. None respected her or wanted more than her body though. Oh the hard life of a young and sexy telepath, she humorously thought.

The only kisses she ever had were with that boy, and she couldn't even think his name because it still hurt too much.

She took Rogue's hand between her own hands. She had kept the gloves on. They would work again. She had sensed Rogue fleeting consciousness back in the car and knew approximately what she had realized. Once Rogue came to, she would teach her how to use the mind-link as a both way communication mean. She would expose herself and her past as Rogue had exposed hers. She trusted the girl - the third person she ever trusted her whole life.

Somehow things would be fine. She was sure about it.

Anna stirred. She had slept well. She opened her eyes. She sat up as she didn't recognize her bedroom. Then she realized where she was. Medical ward. Again. She felt a body pressed against her side. She found Sage sleeping on the side chair, her head in her folded arms, laying on the hospital bed. Her head was softly poking Anna in the thigh, in rhythm with her soft breathing. She laid a hand on the top of her best friend's head. She looked grateful and at peace.

Remy was still in his armchair, asleep. Rogue heard someone move and turned her head toward the noise. "Dad!" she sighed, relieved. He got closer with a sad smile.

"How you doin', kiddo?" he asked with his husky voice reduced to a whisper.

Rogue took the time to ponder. She stretched her sore limbs and listened to the voices in her head. All was rather quiet and content. She smiled to him and talked with whispers. "Better. Can you tell me why I'm here? I know the fight with BellaDonna ended but I have no idea what happened afterwards."

"You used up all your energy. You fainted when you didn't have enough to sustain you. Hank said it was the way your body found to allow a quick recovery. I wanted to make you absorb my energy but Sage and Hank disagreed. They said you needed to recover naturally."

"Thank you, dad. I appreciate that you want to help me but... I appreciate more that you didn't add more to the Wolverine who's already in my mind."

"I wouldn't want you to grow as hairy as I am. Claws and healing are enough." He said with good humor and a wink.

She laughed and it awoke Sage and Gambit. "Imagine me with a beard," she managed to say before going down in laughter. She held her ribs. It hurt to laugh so hard and her body was sore of all the fighting but it felt good. Sage tapped in the mind-link to know what was going on and she soon joined Rogue and Wolverine. Remy was completely dumbfounded, ignoring what was going on.

It was good to see the girl laugh with such good humor, after the latest ordeals. He grinned his best cocky smile. If she was enjoying herself, he could enjoy with them. They were alive - Alive! - and if Belle kept her word... He was free. He stood up, tightening his loosened robe around his muscular figure. He nodded to Anna and left the room.

As soon as he closed the door his features darkened. when he got on his feet, excruciating pain shot him. He wasn't well, he could tell that much. He had to find the Bête. Doctor Bête would help him...

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Remy slowly opened his eyes. He could tell he was in a narcotic daze. Did someone make him sleep for some reason? He remembered the pain and the black hole that swallowed him. He stirred and moved, trying to see his surroundings. "Shhh, sugah, don' move." a voice with a sweet southern twang whispered to him. He turned his head toward the voice and tried to smile. She was there, beautiful, worry and care on her face. She was sitting by his side, her body slightly leaning toward him.

"What..." he tried to say but croaked. He cleared his throat. "What happened to me?"

"You're lucky to be alive, that's what happened."

"Chérie... Please..."

"Internal bleeding. Hank says that an artery broke open when you stood up. The blood vessel was fragile because of BellaDonna. The cutting and beating had it almost open and the first slight effort you made tore it apart. Hank performed surgery and you're almost as good as new... If you take it easy. He said..." her voice broke. "He said that you'd be dead if we didn't find you so soon."

"Then Remy's thankful to the person who saved his life... Who found me?"

"Sage. I sent her after you when you left. Some presentiment you'd need help."

"Thank you, Anna." He raised his hand to caress her face but remembered his signature gloves were gone, replaced by the cast, and he stopped. She took his hand in her gloved ones. He looked at their intertwined hands with sadness. She still hadn't regained control. She gave him a saddened smile.

"I guess I need more time. I'll train with Sage again. I understood a few things about my power, lately, and I think I'll gain a new level of mastery. I may be able to choose what I absorb. I will be able to choose if I imprint someone's power, copy bits of that person's personality or just take energy."

"Chérie...“ he said, still weak. "Remy, non, je vais t'aider. I will help you." He was fighting the urge to refer to himself as 'Remy' or 'This Cajun' or any of his tricks to withdraw from emotional involvement.

"Rest and heal. I'll be fine. Sage will help me on this." She patted his hand comfortingly.

"Bon sang, Rogue," he snapped. "When will I be able to help you? You did so much to me, saved my life, and I can do nothing, NUTHIN', in return?"

"But you helped me, Remy. Can't you see that? I was happy in your arms."

"Was. That was before... Before those monsters... Because of me. How can you stand me, how can you let me touch you, even if it's only your gloved hands? I..." he unlocked their hands and turned away from her as much as he could. "I'm no good for you. I've done things I'm not proud of and can never atone for. You'd be better off with someone else."

"How selfish, Remy," she said as she stood up, obviously pissed. "You're only thinkin' about yourself. Swallow your self-pity and misplaced pride, sugah, and let me have my own opinion."

With that, she turned away and left the room. Remy shook his head. She needed to move on, she needed to leave him alone, it was best for her. Let her be pissed at him, let her hate him even. He would be no good. He could only hurt women, he had never experienced anything else. It didn't matter how much he loved Rogue, she was hurt because of him.

Who was he kidding? He was burying himself with self-pity. It was not the Cajun's character to do so. He needed to recover from the wounds covering his body. Once he started to feel better he would think clearer. Probably. He let himself drift back into the medicated sleep.

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Rogue wandered aimlessly in the Mansion. She was feeling better. If anything, she felt a little dizzy and lightheaded. She decided to go to her bedroom and sleep a little more... Or cry, as Remy had rejected her. She had acted brave in front of him but he had confirmed her darkest fears: now she had been damaged by the rape, he didn't want her anymore. He wouldn't touch her anymore.

But he said that he loves you, a part of her mind retorted. In the jail, when you found him. he said it. He feels something for you. He's probably blaming himself for everything you've been through. You should blame him too...

She shook her head. Either way, he just told her off. That little voice that said she should blame him sounded too much like Carol for Rogue's comfort. She wouldn't listen to it, but she wouldn't force herself on the Cajun. Not until she reached control. She still felt that it was unfair to engage a relationship with him while she couldn't touch.
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