Whispers

 
 
"Is Rogue okay?" The St. Croix twins were next.

Logan wondered when it would ever end but glared at them before saying, "Rogue is not receiving visitors right now."

Nicole and Claudette exchanged looks.

"So it's really bad," one of them said.

"No. It's not," Logan replied.

The other one gave him a skeptical look while Shiro and Julian Keller approached from behind.

"We heard Rogue was down here," Shiro said with a concerned look on his face. "Is she all right?"

Julian nodded in agreement.

Logan raised one hand, claws drawn. "She's fine. As long as all these concerned interferers stay out of the room."

Julian gave him a once-over. "I think he's big enough to practice on."

Shiro clapped a hand over his friend's shoulder right as Nicole and Claudette turned to him in horror. Recently Julian's telekinesis couldn't lift a paper clip from the floor, but he could certainly decimate the floor.

"Don't even think about it," Shiro whispered, apparently forgetting that Logan could hear it quite easily.

Julian shrugged. "Never let me have any fun, huh?"

"But what's wrong with her?" The twins returned to the important subject in stereo.

Logan forgot how perniciously insistent those two could be and stifled a groan. "She's fine."

"Yeah," Tabitha Smith said, walking up, crossing her arms, and tapping her foot. "And that's precisely why she's in the medical bay, right?"

The twins, Julian, and Shiro gathered around the generally explosive Tabby.

"Do you kids ever grow up?" Logan finally demanded.

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Rogue waited patiently, counting the second hand ticks on the big clock on the wall.

Okay, so maybe patience wasn't her specialty. She sighed and glanced over at Remy, who would have been impossible to find if she hadn't known where he was already, he was being so quiet. Then she listened to Kitty and Kurt debate over everything from the nonexistent decor in here to what exactly was wrong with Rogue's power.

"Please keep it down," Piotr reminded them yet again.

Kitty immediately dropped her voice to a whisper.

Kurt rolled his eyes.

Piotr glanced at Rogue as if to ask if he could resort to stronger measures.

She shrugged and returned to more important things. "Hank!"

"Yes?" he asked, not looking up from his petri dish.

"When we goin' to hear your theory?" she asked.

"In just one more minute..."

Rogue crossed her arms and huffed, blowing one strand of white hair upwards and then watched as it slowly fell back again.

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Remy watched Rogue, enjoying the view as she crossed her arms and pushed certain assets more into focus. She was a pretty girl, with that distinctive white stripe running through her hair, with those bright green eyes, with that lovely--

Shut up, Remy, he told himself firmly.

He was not here to find another girl, though preferably one less high-maintenance than Bella Donna and sans the whole bona fide insane future brother-in-law and it would certainly be nice to drop their rather gruesome day jobs too... Remy let his eyes run over Rogue again. Yep. That was one belle fille.

Kitty put a finger over her lips, attracting his attention.

He watched as the four friends held a quick, whispered conference. Piotr grinned, Kurt's eyes gleamed, Rogue laughed softly—he liked that sound a lot, and Kitty crouched down and eased toward her target, presumably the grinning, humming big blue doctor who was reading his notes through tiny glasses then scratching down more.

Remy watched the Chaton with undisguised interest as all that excessive, bubbly cheeriness turned into almost professionally bridled glee and she approached Hank by moving through things, keeping well out of his sight.

Oh, the thoughts that provoked!

Jean-Luc would just love this girl, her unique power. Imagine going through walls, security systems, locks, doors... Remy's eyes practically glowed with the thought. He should seriously teach this girl to thieve.

She reached her target, slowly circled around behind Hank, then stood up, and stepped into him.

"Oh my stars and garters!" he yelled.

Remy blinked for a few seconds. The beast wore garters? He glanced him over but noticed no signs of that purely feminine garment. He eyed the doctor with deep suspicion. No man, furry or otherwise, should use that word paired with a possessive.

Hank looked around for the now completely absent Kitty that sat innocently buffing her nails on the corner of Rogue's medical bed.

"What's wrong, Hank?" Piotr asked, the mirror of concern.

Remy wanted to just burst out laughing as four pairs of patently concerned, puzzled, or nonchalant eyes settled on Hank, much to the doctor's bewilderment.

"Y'all figure out what's up yet?" Rogue drawled, once again bringing the topic back to her mutation and the purpose of her exam.
 


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