FIC: X-Book 1 New Allies New Enemies, PG-13, Chpt 25
- X-Book 1: New Allies New Enemies - Chapter 25 - Chemistry
Summary: (See Book 1: Prologue)
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universe or any previously published work.
The afternoon was fading into evening, and Remy was walking slowly
around the grounds of the school, at the edge of the large lawn near
a line of trees. He was well rested, well fed, completely
sober and bored out of his mind.
A group of students were playing basketball in the front court, and
he could hear them laughing and chatting, enjoying the remainder of
their weekend, before another dreaded Monday was upon them. Other
students were wandering around or hanging out in small groups, but
Remy had not seen any of the adults in a few hours. He guessed they
were down in their `top secret' labs doing whatever `top
secret' stuff that a `top secret' mutant activist group
does. He had seen Kurt disappearing and reappearing around the
mansion, keeping an eye on the kids while Storm and the others were
wherever. Remy figured they knew better then to ask him to baby-sit.
Fortunately, however, Remy had also not seen any sign of the cigar-
smoking guy from last night. He was not sure what the guy's deal
was. He did not really seem like the `teacher' type but
then neither did Remy and they let him stay. Maybe he could just
buy him a round one night at that little dive down the road and make
up for the whole "calling-the-wolfie-guy-with-mutton-chops-an-
Unfortunately, now that he thought about it, he had not seen Rogue
today either. She had completely brushed him off last night, and
she was apparently dating the Ice kid, but that did not need to stop
him from throwing a little Cajun mojo at her.
Remy strolled on, shuffling his worn deck of cards lazily, and
mostly looking at the ground. He sighed and leaned over to pick up
a few small stones. He casually began to toss them into the trees,
and thought about the training sessions Storm had arranged for him
next week. He was not sure whether or not he was looking forward to
his turn in the Danger Room, but so far it sounded like the best bet
he had at learning to control his gift.
Gift he thought with frustration. He held one of the stones
between his thumb and forefinger and stared at it with a frown. He
let the small rock fall into his palm and he closed his fist around
After a moment, he felt the stone growing warm in his grasp. When
he opened his fingers, it was illuminated with a dull light, and was
quickly becoming brighter. Remy waited, watching the stone surge
with energy, as his eyes began to glow a deep red. Finally, he
threw it into the air a moment before it exploded.
The noise reverberated through the quiet landscape, and Remy glared
at the whips of smoke left by the small blast.
Gift, my ass, he thought and began the trick again. He closed his
fist around another stone, and a sudden voice made him turn around
"Hey," Rogue called as she walked toward him, "Some
people are tryin' to study around here."
Remy grinned, broadly, as she approached. She was dressed in a
simple black shirt and pants, and wore a matching pair of long black
gloves on her arms. She was holding a large book against her
abdomen, and Remy nodded apologetically.
"Sorry about that, chére," he replied, "I didn't
mean to startle you."
Rogue frowned slightly as she noticed the strange glow in the
man's eyes. Then, she smirked and walked past him.
"No harm done," she said, and did not turn as she spoke
again, "But you might want to get rid of whatever you're
holdin' onto "
Remy froze, and looked down at his fist in sudden panic. He let the
stone drop from his hand, and with a very ungraceful side step,
barely avoided the much larger explosion. He fell hard to the
ground, and coughed as dust billowed up from a hole that had
appeared where the rock had landed.
He sat stunned for a moment, and then heard quiet laughter from
behind him. Remy rubbed his head, as the red light faded from his
"Merde," he said, "That was a little to
close to the merchandise "
He heard Rogue laugh again, but this time she was standing next to
"Merchandise?" she said sarcastically, and Remy nodded.
"I consider any part of my physical being to be valuable
merchandise, chére, that I have no interest in losing," Remy
said with exaggerated solemnity, and then held his palms up and
grinned, "Especially my hands..."
He glanced up and gave her an embarrassed shrug. Rogue smirked
again, and held out her own hand to the fallen man. He took it
gratefully and she helped him stand.
Rogue watched him curiously as he dusted the dirt from his clothes,
and noticed that some of his playing cards had spilled from his
pocket. She bent down, picked them up and Remy smiled
appreciatively as he took them.
"Maybe rocks aren't the best things to direct your powers
into," she said as he shuffled the recovered cards back in with
"Yeah," he agreed, "I think you're right I guess
that's what I'm gonna learn in training, no? What is best?
How to control this thing a little better? How to keep my hands
from blowing things up? Find out where my energy is best
With the last few words, Remy flashed Rogue a flirtatious, but still
cautious, grin. He could not help but tease her, but he also did
not want her to complain to her good friend the wolf-man about
the `overly friendly' Cajun.
Rogue rolled her eyes and turned to walk away, but was still
grinning in spite of herself. She heard him following her but did
not look back. She figured his friendly bantering was just how he
usually interacted with people (especially women), and since he was
now in a place that lacked many people his age, he took every chance
he could to get some adult conversation.
She came to a long stone wall, a place under a row of small trees
that flowered in the spring, where she liked to go when she need
some quiet time. Somehow, she doubted her little haven was going to
be very quiet today.
Rogue hopped gracefully onto the wall and sat with her legs crossed
comfortably and the text book open in her lap. Remy paused before
he reached her, wondering if his continued presence would be an
annoyance to the belle, but decided to risk any unpleasant reaction.
He walked over to the wall and leaned casually against it close to
where she sat. The top of the wall reached a little past his waist
and he rested his elbow on the stone surface, a few feet from where
Rogue was sitting. She gave him a passing glance and then directed
her eyes back to the book.
After a few peaceful, quiet moments (which were driving the bored
Cajun insane), Remy sighed and looked over at Rogue curiously.
"What are you studying?" he asked, not entirely interested in
the topic as much as he was in engaging her in conversation.
Rogue glanced up quickly, "Oh um chemistry "
Remy nodded, "Oui that's like mixing chemicals to see
what happens or making potions "
Rogue gave him an amused grin, "No, not quite. It's organic
chemistry. More like, studying which chemicals in our bodies let us
do what we can do."
"Oh," Remy said significantly, and then chuckled,
"That's what kind of science they teach here.
Chemistry seeing what chemicals make us...tick...got it."
On the word `tick,' Remy grinned broadly, almost obnoxiously,
as he tried to get a reaction out of the girl. Rogue rolled her
eyes again and shook her head, but inwardly was still amused. He
may be annoying, but anything was better than studying right now.
"No," she said, trying to sound serious, "We're
studying how differences in body chemistry bring out different
abilities in mutants."
Remy sighed and his smiled faded, "Oh personally I think the
first topic sounded like much more fun "
For a few minutes, neither spoke, Rogue reading (or trying to read)
and Remy drew out his cards again and began to shuffle. Rogue was
quickly learning that he did this when he was thinking. The only
sound around them was the rhythmic shuffle and snap of the deck, and
Remy was frowning slightly.
He was thinking again about the training session he was scheduled to
have, and found that the idea made him more and more nervous. These
people actually wanted to have him blow things up so he could learn
how not to blow things up. Sounded a little weird, but, hey, he was
a mutant now, he was all about weird.
"So, do you get to try out that Room with us?" Remy suddenly
asked, and Rogue glanced up in surprise. She shook her head and
hesitated a moment before she replied.
"Um no, not right now," she said, fingering the corner of
one page nervously.
"Why is that?" Remy asked.
Rogue gave him a sharp glance, and took a deep breath before
continuing. She reminded herself that he was not being facetious;
he had no idea what kind of powers she possessed. She debated
whether or not to explain to him, but decided it was better to be
honest, considering he would most likely learn from another student
what she could do if she did not tell him herself.
"Well " she began, meeting his gaze with quick, fleeting
glances, "My powers aren't exactly the kind the Danger
Room can help with."
"Oh " Remy said, obviously still confused, but trying not to
show it. Rogue smiled apologetically for being so cryptic and
"You see " she said, turning to face him a little more,
"When I touch someone anyone, with any part of my skin,
I I absorb their body's energy. With mutants, I get a bit of
their power for a little while and with regular people well, they
be more badly hurt "
Remy was nodding as she spoke, and did not look the least bit
disturbed by her revelation. He regarded her curiously, not himself
understanding why she was so shy to talk about her powers, but
wanted to know more about them. Truth be told, it was not just her
power he wanted to learn more about, it was his own and everyone
else's, but she was the one who was here now.
"So," he said, "If you touched my arm or my hand, without
your gloves you would absorb my powers right out of me?"
Rogue nodded, a strange mixture of sadness and bitterness on her
face. She expected him to back away, be afraid to be near her, but
he just shook his head and sighed.
"Sounds like you and me got similar problems, chére," Remy
said, rotating the deck of cards in his hand slowly. Rogue frowned
and looked up at him with surprise. That was not the reaction she
had expected from him.
"What do you mean?" she asked and Remy tilted his head in
"Hmm " he said, "I guess it's more like we have
opposite problems "
"Opposite problems?" she said questioningly and Remy nodded.
"Well, yeah," he said, meeting her gaze with honest
sincerity, "I gotta problem with energy coming out of me, you
gotta problem with energy being pulled into you. Kind of the same
but different, no?"
She stared at him blankly for a moment, and slowly realized he was
right. She had always considered her powers to be completely unlike
every other mutant in the world, but really she just had a
"reverse" of power. A lot of mutants could draw energy out
of themselves, like Cyclops or Bobby or the man in front of her.
She simply drew energy in from elsewhere not entirely unlike
Storm, who drew her power from the environment around her. A power
that was still dangerous but not uncontrollable maybe she was
so different after all
As Remy looked over at her, he saw a strange smiled spread over
Rogue's face. She met his eyes, held them for a long moment, and
Remy blinked in surprise at the intensity he found there, a new
light that long been hidden from the world.
Had the Professor been there, he would have given it a name.
He would have called it hope.
Rogue's smiled lit her face, as the world was growing dim around
them. She jumped down from the wall and stood a moment in front of
Remy, looking up at him with gratitude.
"I I think you're right " she said, and then
smiled again, "Thanks "
Rogue ran off across the field, wanting to find the Professor
wanting to talk to Storm wanting to tell Bobby most of
all that she found something inside of her she thought she had
lost. If the Professor had told her hope, she would have said he
As she headed toward the house, she left Remy standing utterly
confused next to her forgotten text book. He scratched the back of
his head and frowned, not entirely unhappy but still disappointed at
her departure. He was not sure what he said to make her react like
she did, but at least she looked happier.
That's right, LeBeau, he thought, with smug amusement as he
strolled toward the house, Way to brighten the day of a beautiful
lady...just keep doing what you do best. Maybe your luck will
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