Fic:Mnemosye (All X-men, plus OFC)
- Title: Mnemosye
Author: Ephiney AmazonBard
Rating: PG-13 tops.
Disclaimers: I own the mutant known as Mnemosye. I don't own the X-men in
any way shape or form, for which I'm sure they're all very greatful. I'm
making no money, so please don't sue!
Summary: Rogue's not the only girl at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
who always wears gloves. Oh, and Logan comes back trying to make sence of
what little he's found out.
Type: GenFic, POV Rogue
They call her Mnemosye. I asked Scott what that meant the other day and he
made me do a research project on the Greek Gods. I should have just asked
Ororo or Jean. Maybe that big fella they call Hank, the one with all that
blue fur. Anyhow, I found out that Mnemosye was the Greek Goddess of Memory
along with being the mother of nine gals called the muses. All at once at
Well, I haven't seen nine little babies crawling around so I guess her
mutant power has something to do with memories. All I really know is that
she always wears gloves, too. But they aren't black like mine, her's a grey
cotton, like they used to be white and the dirt never quite washed out.
At any rate, Professor Xavier called me into his office and there was Logan
sitting bold as you please on one corner of the Professor's desk with his
legs crossed at the ankles. He looked worried for a moment then held his
arms out for me with one of those small smiles of his. The kind where just
the corners of his lips move up. "Marie."
That's all the Professor wanted. To let our reunion be private. I didn't ask
what Logan found out when he went looking for his past. I knew he'd tell me
when he was ready.
Scott was not happy to see Logan when we finally came out for dinner. I
thought for a second that it was the warm greeting Logan got from Jean,
turns out the bike got wrecked. Not that I cared, I was just glad that Logan
Someone must have said something to Mnemosye a little later, because she
jumped up so fast that her tray went flying. She stared from the Professor
to Logan with what I knew was terror then she bolted from the dining room
like her tail was lit on fire.
A few students started after her, Bobby, Kitty and that boy they call
Gambit, but Professor Xavier told them to let her be.
"Mnemosye will have to come to this decision alone," he told all of us
I was walking in the gardens long after I was supposed to be asleep that
night when I found Mnemosye staring up at the stars. She whirled around with
a panic struck expression and her thick black hair swirling around her face.
After a few moment's of staring at me in shock her breathing leveled out and
she gave me a weak smile.
"You're Rogue, right?" she asked softly from behind the safe curtain of her
"And yer Mnemosye," I answered as I sat down on one of the stone benches.
"What's wrong? I ain't nevah seen ya out here before."
"Doctor Grey wants me to do something, and I have to think about it." She
gave me another of those weak smiles then looked back up at the stars.
"Want ta talk about it? The Professor's always saying that helps."
Her lips curled up on one side. It was a sort of bitter little smile. I'd
seen one like it on my own face often enough. "She wants me to touch your
friend. That man called Wolverine."
I blinked. "Would it hurt?"
"Him? Depends on what's in his own head. Me? Have you ever drowned?"
I shook my head. "I don't get it. What does drowning have to do with what's
in Logan's head?"
Her laughter stunned me. It was so low and harsh, but she had such a gentle
voice. "Because no memory is ever truely lost, and that's what I do. I
recover memories that have gotten misplaced in someone's mind."
"Sort of like my power," I muttered.
"Only I just get their memories until I can barely figure out which are mine
and which are theirs." She turned that bitter smile on me again. "All of
their memories, even the ones they've forgotten or blocked."
She only nodded.
We stayed there in the dark for a long time, not saying anything.
"Some of the stuff in Logan's head is pretty scary," I said finally. "And
he's done some pretty scary stuff just in the fifteen years he can remember.
But when his past was taken he must have lost some good stuff too."
I didn't notice that I was playing with the dogtags around my neck until I
caught her staring at them. She was blushing.
"You understand I'll get *everything* in his head don't you?" she whispered.
"Even his fantasies?"
I frowned not understanding then blinked. "But those'll prob'ly be about
Jean or Storm or..."
"Some of them, yeah. But I saw how he was looking at you at supper." She
smiled a little, not so bitter that time. "You really want me to see what he
wants to do to you?"
I made a face at her with my eyes crossed and my tongue sticking out. "If ya
decide to help Logan I think I can live with it."
Mnemosye only nodded a little then went back into the mansion.
I was there with the Professor, Ororo and Jean when Mnemosye used her powers
to help Logan. She took one of those grey gloves off and held out her hand
for him to make the first move.
"If you really want to remember," she told him softly, "you have to do it,
because once we touch there is no going back."
He took her hand gently and let their fingers tangle together. Their eyes
drifted shut and the room fell into total silence.
Then the screaming started and I was glad that we were doing this down in
the subbasement's medical facility with it's sound proof walls. It felt like
it took days, but it was just hours. Two very long hours. One time I hear
Jean whisper to Ororo that it's never taken Mnemosye this long to retrieve a
life time worth of memories.
Finally they both dropped, unconcious. They would have hit the floor if Jean
hadn't caught them both with her telekinetic gift. Logan woke up almost
right away. Mnemosye was still out of it two days later.
But Logan had his memories back. All on hundred and ninety years of them.
Turns out I was right, Logan had a lot of happy times before a bunch of
government goons up in Canada tried to make some kind of superwarrior. His
family had called his mutation a gift from God. Turns out it first
manifested when his baby sister got lost in the woods and he sniffed her out
like a bloodhound.
Mnemosye must agree, because sometimes she gives him the warmest smile. And
yesterday she thanked me.
"There was so much bad stuff in there before," she confided with a tap to
her head. "But he was happy for more than a hundred years, Rogue. I can
remember clean air, hard work on a farm, half a dozen brothers and sisters
to play with. Parents who loved me... Loved him the way mine never did."
"Yeah," I said with a smile of my own. "I like having him up there too."
Her smile changed a little. "He loves you. I don't think he'll say anything
himself until you're older, but I was right about his fantasies about you.
Except several of them have to do with you in a wedding dress."
I blushed that time while she only giggled and scrambled out of the way when
I swatted at her playfully.
"He's a good man, Marie," she said before leaving the library where we'd
been studying. "If I were you, I'd wait for him."
"You know I can't touch him."
"He had some pretty interesting ideas about getting around *that* too!" she
giggled then ducked out the door before my notebook could introduce itself
to her head.
Mnemosye still wears her gloves, but she doesn't hide from the rest of us
anymore. Not behind her hair or behind a crowd of the rest of us.
And Logan? He's still a rough edged, growly fella, but he smiles more and he
stopped calling Scott a dickhead.
"He reminds me of my youngest brother," he chuckled.
I think Cyclops is still squirming over that one.
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