Whispers

 
 
It was only after a long, dark, warning glare from Logan in the background of Hank's frightening—though Remy was fairly certain it was supposed to be reassuring—speech on the ethics and generally trustworthiness of the Professor with other people's minds, and after a very long speech from Xavier himself on what areas of the mind he would limit himself to in his evaluation, that Remy grudgingly agreed to the mindscan.

And really, it was those big, shiny claws and wicked grin behind the oblivious Hank and Xavier that did it.

So it wasn't really Remy's fault if the Professor was more than a little startled at the profane thoughts running through Remy's head in French when he entered. Of course not. It was Logan's.

"Do try to...compose your thoughts a little, Remy," the Professor said mildly.

Remy crossed his arms and stared upward. The room had finally stopped spinning around him, but he wasn't about to compromise a real good glare by stumbling around like a drunk fool for getting up.

Hank muttered to himself while jotting down notes from all his equipment. Logan examined his claws. He certainly wasn't looking for any weak points though. Remy scowled. The Professor had closed his eyes and was frowning slightly.

"Something wrong?" Remy asked lightly.

"You have a unique way of organizing your thoughts." The Professor opened his eyes and reached out for a clipboard from Hank. "This seemed largely undisturbed from Rogue's absorption."

Remy looked at him oddly. "Organizing my thoughts?"

As I'm not a professional thief, I doubt I would be able to break the security on your private mental space.The Professor's voice echoed inside of his head, making Remy shout and nearly jump right off the bed. Perhaps you should be less paranoid.

Remy glared at the Professor.

Hank and Logan looked at him oddly.

"Is your wellbeing uncompromised?" Hank asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," Remy ground out.

Xavier merely looked highly amused.

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"Rogue!" Kitty shook her shoulder mercilessly. "Stop ignoring me!"

"Go away," Rogue pouted. It just wasn't fair. She had to be submitted to several thoroughly uncomfortable monitors that Hank (and she) could really do without, be manipulated into absorbing that... that...

Hottie?

Idiot swamp rat! She glared into her pillow.

Chère. Y' wound me.

She snorted indignantly. Remy may have been intelligent, but it was an evil, conniving intelligence that was scheming to drive her insane. Because after absorbing him and all his terrible thoughts toward herself (and she was not flattered by him fantasizing about her at all--Tell yourself anything, chère.), she was stuck with an inescapable, excessively interested Katherine Pryde trying to pry out all the details of his perverted mind from her.

Nope. Not fair at all.

"Rogue!" Kitty whined.

Rogue groaned and rolled over to throw her arms up in supplication to the ceiling. "Please! Spare me!"

BAMPH!

Both Rogue and Kitty immediately started hacking and coughing at the rather inescapable smell of sulphur and brimstone. An enthusiastic furry blue face emerged from the black cloud of smoke, and Kurt asked loudly, "So what happened?" His tail twitched back and forth excitedly.

Kitty coughed again. "I don't know." Cough. Cough. Glare at Rogue. Cough. "And she won't tell me!"

"What?" He turned to Rogue, who threw back her head and groaned.

"If this is all the help I get from on high, I want a refund!" she shouted.

Kitty's eyes went round as saucers. "Oh, boy," she muttered.

Kurt's eyes went round too, then lit up with a holy fervor. "Rogue, that isn't how prayers work. Gott is not some magician who..."

How could she have forgotten? Never, never get Kurt wound up on a spiritual topic. Rogue covered her face with her pillow and groaned.

It just wasn't fair.

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"I believe I have enough data to begin my analyses," Hank began, mouth still open in speech.

"Merci!" Remy bolted from the bed, darted past the startled Wolverine, and made good his escape, closing the door behind him.

Logan looked at Hank. Hank looked at the Professor.

Professor Xavier laughed.
 


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