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Disclaimer: All characters belong
to Marvel comics which means the author doesn't intend to
make any money off of them. This tends to be a spin off from
the animated series with elements from the comics (no, #350
did not occur in this). This is a toned down version of a
previous submission.
Part Two
Sleep would not come. The mansion lay quiet,
but in Gambit's room a storm brewed. He wanted her and the
haunted look out of her eyes so much he felt compelled to
put aside his pride and mistrust to ask for help. Again he
considered asking the Professor if he thought something could
be constructed with whatever he salvaged from Sinister's lab.
Except there might not be anything either Xavier or he could
do that Rogue would accept.
When Gambit finally sighed in surrender, daylight
glared through his window. He rose with a groan and took a
cold shower. Maybe Wolverine would take him on in the Danger
Room or in a game of basketball after he finished the business
at hand. That was if he proved successful in finding what
he needed. Despite his weariness, physical exercise might
take the edge off the tension building inside him. But first,
breakfast and the Professor.
Professor Xavier shook his head. "I doubt
we could reproduce the machinery, much less for such a small
area. There are such things as the collars they used on New
Genosha, though. However, I'm not certain it would be wise
to develop another such a device."
"Don' want ta use it ta hurt anyone,"
he said in desperation. He knew Rogue wouldn't agree to wear
such a thing as that collar again. There had to be another
way.
"You must have a good reason for such a
request, Gambit. Unless you tell me I can't even begin to
help you."
Gambit stared blindly at the wall. Somehow he
knew the Professor wouldn't help him with this unless he spelled
the purpose out. His jaw ached with tension. He couldn't get
out of confiding some of it to the Professor.
"What you hear mus' go no further, mon
profesor." He held up his hand at the other's protest.
"Gambit trusts ya far as he trusts any
man. Still need your word ya won' say anyt'ing, 'cept mebbe
ta Beast, 'less I tell 'em first."
"Then I give it. Nothing of your request
will be mentioned to anyone except Hank, if necessary."
The Professor frowned. "Now, why do you need such a device?"
"Know you've been workin' wit' Rogue ta
help her control her powers. But also know dere's been little
success wit' it." He felt an unaccustomed heat in his
face; suddenly certain Xavier knew how he felt about Rogue.
He rushed on.
"Her future looks mighty lonesome if dere's
no way she can turn 'em off when she wants ta . . .for a few
hours. T'ink I might be able ta scare up at leas' some plans,
mebbe some hardware from somewhere dat could be useful."
The Professor looked thoughtful. Then, he nodded
his head. "All right. I'll see what I can do if you can
bring me either one. No promises except that."
Gambit grinned. "Merci beaucoups, Pr'fessor."
He nearly skipped out the door toward his room. If he left
right away he could make it to Sinister's old lab and back
by tomorrow morning.
He used the skills he learned from his Thieves'
Guild days to sneak a mini-jet out of the hanger without the
others knowing. While he knew the Professor probably had a
good idea of his intentions, he didn't think Xavier would
stop him.
The abandoned lab in the swamp still smelt of
chemicals and singed electronic gadgetry. Knowing from past
experience the sort of safeguards his former employer used,
Gambit quickly disarmed both the alarms and the lasers to
rummage through the wreckage.
Though the place gave him the creeps, his persistence
won out as he ran across a partially burned schematic to the
damping field generator and some circuitry tagged with the
same numbers under a slagged desk. The ease of it made his
skin crawl. What had made the ugly villain abandon something
as damning as what a thief could find?
"Not like you ta be so sloppy, you foul
t'ing. Musta been in a real hurry ta leave." He grimaced
as he stuffed what he needed under his arm and left.
The night air held a hint of dawn, the sounds
changing from crickets, frogs and gators to an isolated birdsong
here and there. Gambit hurried back to the mini-jet after
setting a few well-placed charges to complete the lab's destruction.
"No use in leavin' anyt'ing for another ta find."
As he sped away, reassuring blasts sounded behind
him. No need to worry now another might stumble onto anything
else Sinister had left behind. Remy arrived at the mansion
bone weary, yet still on edge. He took his finds to the Professor
who accepted them with a faint smile and no questions then
passed them over to Beast.
"Doctor McCoy, perhaps these might help
in the matter we discussed earlier."
"Certainly." Hank McCoy's eyes gleamed
at what he held, then he looked up. "Check back with
me later and I'll let you know how I am progressing."
"My t'anks, Beast…Pr'fessor."
Gambit nodded to both of them, then headed to his room to
change. He knew he ran on nervous energy alone. A bout in
the Danger Room might help to work off some steam and take
up time while he waited for word.
In spite of his fatigue, a sense of excitement
lent a bounce to his step. Wolverine, lounging against the
door outside the Danger Room gave him a skeptical look.
"What's your problem, Gumbo?" he growled.
"Not'ing now, mon ami. How 'bout you an'
Gambit play a little game?"
"Any time."
"Den, let us begin." He nodded to
Storm in the control booth. "Level Three, sil vous plait?"
As Gambit had hoped, the workout exhausted him
to the point where he could sleep. After a soak in the Jacuzzi,
he headed back to his room. Unless trouble came, he intended
to make up for the last two nights.
"Gambit, wait," Jubilee yelled.
"What ya need, petite? Gambit's dead on
his feet."
"Have you seen Rogue this morning?"
"Unh-uh. Why?"
"She promised we'd go shopping, but I can't
find her."
"Did you check her room?"
"Yep. Nada."
"What 'bout de roof?"
"The roof? No. She doesn't usually go up
there. I'll try it. See ya." The girl giggled. "Better
get some sleep. You look awful."
"Huh! T'anks. Now git." He watched
her run off and smiled. Most likely she was right. If he looked
like he felt, he could join the zombies.
Continued
in Chapter 3
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