Title: Comfort
Author: Coan_teen
Archive: Fanfiction.net, whoever asks really nicely.
Category: Angst, maybe eventually Romance (I hope!). Alternate Universe, which Fanfiction.net doesn't recognize.
Rating: Oh, I'm gonna venture and say R for language and sexual stuff. It may end up PG-13, though.
Warnings: Some seriously AU character death. Therefore, no spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't personally own any piece of Marvel or anything else particularly lucrative. I do, however, own Dice. She is a mutant of my own creation, though intentionally similar to an established Marvel character.
Summary: A young mutant arrives at the Xavier Institute just as an old member leaves.
Chapter 1
Remy awoke to the searing light of an examination lamp. "Whoa, turn it down," he mumbled, his voice gravelly. Hank obliged, turning down the intensity on the lamp. Remy sat up and the other mutant didn't try to stop him.
"How are you feeling, Gambit?" he asked.
Remy flexed his muscles. "Surprisin'ly good for wakin' up in de infirmary." He stood. "Fact, Remy tinks he could run a marathon or sometin right about now." Then he looked around the infirmary. Hank looked very tired, even sad, and there were used beds that were now empty.
"Logan gave you almost four pints of blood--you match his type. You're the only one who woke up." Hank gestured. "We lost one," he said quietly. Gambit's mouth opened in shock.
"Qui?" His voice quavered.
Hank's catlike eyes watered slightly; he removed his spectacles to wipe his eyes. "I can't even say it," he said. "Next door in the morgue."
Remy shuddered as he entered the next room. The body had a sheet over it, but it was smaller, more feminine...he walked to her. Tugging the cover back, he gasped. He dropped the edge of the sheet and backed away from the body, not believing his eyes. Then he bumped into something that moved. Turning, he saw Wolverine.
"I came to see if you were gonna make it, kid," the older mutant said quietly. Tears stood out in Remy's eyes. "I see you've found out."
Gambit cried out and threw himself into his friend's arms. Logan was shocked, but returned the embrace. Remy wasn't an emotive man; but then, his girlfriend had just died. The two friends held each other for a long time. "You're gonna be okay, Remy. Ya need time, that's all. It heals all wounds."
Remy drew back, and his glowing red eyes searched Logan's face. "Why, homme? Why'd she die?" Logan shook his head.
"I don't know, bro. But I'm here for you, okay?"
The younger mutant nodded and turned away, looking at the still form under the white sheet. "Je ne t'oublierai jamais, ma chérie." //I'll never forget you, my love.// He touched her forehead through the linen, and then walked away hurriedly. Logan double-timed to keep up to the Cajun's rapid stride.
"Where ya goin', Remy?"
"De Danger Room."
Logan put his hand on the other mutant's shoulder. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, you just getting out of the infirmary and all...and having such a shock..."
Gambit whirled on Logan, and his eyes glowed more brightly than usual, lighting his entire face in a demonic red aura. "Ne touche moi, Logan!" he cried. "Remy needs to work some trucs out." Logan stood there in the corridor as Gambit stalked away from him, trench coat floating out behind him like a cape. Logan shook his head and went upstairs; there was nothing more he could do at the moment.
Author: Coan_teen
Archive: Fanfiction.net, whoever asks really nicely.
Category: Angst, maybe eventually Romance (I hope!). Alternate Universe, which Fanfiction.net doesn't recognize.
Rating: Oh, I'm gonna venture and say R for language and sexual stuff. It may end up PG-13, though.
Warnings: Some seriously AU character death. Therefore, no spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't personally own any piece of Marvel or anything else particularly lucrative. I do, however, own Dice. She is a mutant of my own creation, though intentionally similar to an established Marvel character.
Summary: A young mutant arrives at the Xavier Institute just as an old member leaves.
Chapter 1
Remy awoke to the searing light of an examination lamp. "Whoa, turn it down," he mumbled, his voice gravelly. Hank obliged, turning down the intensity on the lamp. Remy sat up and the other mutant didn't try to stop him.
"How are you feeling, Gambit?" he asked.
Remy flexed his muscles. "Surprisin'ly good for wakin' up in de infirmary." He stood. "Fact, Remy tinks he could run a marathon or sometin right about now." Then he looked around the infirmary. Hank looked very tired, even sad, and there were used beds that were now empty.
"Logan gave you almost four pints of blood--you match his type. You're the only one who woke up." Hank gestured. "We lost one," he said quietly. Gambit's mouth opened in shock.
"Qui?" His voice quavered.
Hank's catlike eyes watered slightly; he removed his spectacles to wipe his eyes. "I can't even say it," he said. "Next door in the morgue."
Remy shuddered as he entered the next room. The body had a sheet over it, but it was smaller, more feminine...he walked to her. Tugging the cover back, he gasped. He dropped the edge of the sheet and backed away from the body, not believing his eyes. Then he bumped into something that moved. Turning, he saw Wolverine.
"I came to see if you were gonna make it, kid," the older mutant said quietly. Tears stood out in Remy's eyes. "I see you've found out."
Gambit cried out and threw himself into his friend's arms. Logan was shocked, but returned the embrace. Remy wasn't an emotive man; but then, his girlfriend had just died. The two friends held each other for a long time. "You're gonna be okay, Remy. Ya need time, that's all. It heals all wounds."
Remy drew back, and his glowing red eyes searched Logan's face. "Why, homme? Why'd she die?" Logan shook his head.
"I don't know, bro. But I'm here for you, okay?"
The younger mutant nodded and turned away, looking at the still form under the white sheet. "Je ne t'oublierai jamais, ma chérie." //I'll never forget you, my love.// He touched her forehead through the linen, and then walked away hurriedly. Logan double-timed to keep up to the Cajun's rapid stride.
"Where ya goin', Remy?"
"De Danger Room."
Logan put his hand on the other mutant's shoulder. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea, you just getting out of the infirmary and all...and having such a shock..."
Gambit whirled on Logan, and his eyes glowed more brightly than usual, lighting his entire face in a demonic red aura. "Ne touche moi, Logan!" he cried. "Remy needs to work some trucs out." Logan stood there in the corridor as Gambit stalked away from him, trench coat floating out behind him like a cape. Logan shook his head and went upstairs; there was nothing more he could do at the moment.