Part Nine
written by Soar
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When Remy awoke again his head felt a lot clearer. He looked around. Ororo had gone. The red haired woman was sleeping in her place. Where was Ororo?
He tried to get out of his bed, but once again he was hooked up to the monitors. He remembered what had happened last time he'd taken them out. How was he going to get out of here and find Ororo without disturbing anyone.
"You shouldn't be going anywhere," a voice said.
It was the red haired woman. She had awoken and was watching him.
"'Ow you know what I be t'inkin?" he asked warily.
Jean smiled, "I'm a telepath."
A spark of curiosity lit Remys eyes, "What's dat?"
Jean looked at him before speaking, "It's someone who can hear the thoughts of others, and also talk to other people through their minds."
Remy was interested, "Anyone can do dat chere?"
Jean laughed, "No, it is my own gift. Not everybody is born with a gift like mine."
Remy felt a presence approach and his head whipped round just as Doctor Hank entered the room.
"And how is our young patient now. Acting far more sensibly I hope, I would hate to have to keep you in here for longer while your wound heals," he said.
He came over to Remy to inspect the progression of the healing. As his hand came out to touch Remy, Remy jumped back as far as he could.
"Remy what's wrong?" Jean asked concerned.
"Non, don' touch me," Remy said shivering.
"What's wrong Remy?" Jean asked again.
"Is your wound troubling you?" Hank asked.
His hand reached out to Remy again.
Remy tried to scramble back even further, "Leave me alone," he shouted.
"He's becoming severely distressed Jean, can you calm him down?" Hank asked, watching the monitors as they measured Remys racing heart beat.
Jean tried to enter Remys mind to calm him down but was forcefully ejected by a psychic blast. It wasn't strong enough to hurt her, it merely left her with the feeling of an approaching headache.
Remy was terrified, when he saw the hand reaching for him it brought back memories of other hands that had also reached for him. Hands that wanted to hurt him. He didn't want anyone to touch him. His mind was so caught up in it's own nightmare that he did not notice Ororos arrival.
"Remy, my friend, what is wrong?" she asked, a very concerned frown etched on her forehead.
The sound of a familiar voice brought his head up for a second and he became aware of Ororo watching him with tears in her eyes.
He looked at her, his eyes pleading, "Don' let dem touch me."
She moved slowly towards him with her arms stretched out, "I will not let anyone touch you Remy." She moved up alongside him and climbed up onto the bed. She slowly moved closer to him, and he watched her, making no move to escape. She slowly laid a hand on his cheek and he felt comforted by her touch. She was his friend. His only friend. She would not let the others hurt him. He began to calm under her touch and his exhaustion caught up with him. As Ororo pulled him into her arms his eyes drifted shut.
Jean watched the children. Ororo gently holding Remy as he slept. She wondered what had happened to make Remy fear the touch of another human so much. She felt saddened by his reaction because only moments before she felt that he had begun to open up to her.
"We have to be careful with him Hank. He's so delicate," she said
"Indeed. His reaction indicates a past trauma suffered, but what sort of trauma could be so fear inducing. He is so young."
The two adults sighed, and then Hank looked up at Jean.
"What happened when you tried to enter Remys mind?'
"I'm not sure. It was a blast, similar to the one the professor experienced I would guess, but without the same power. No doubt about it, I think Remy does have some telepathic ability. I just wonder why he never let any of us know."
"Who knows what our Cajun friend has been hiding from us. It appears that his life has not been conducive to open honesty, and even less warmth. Perhaps we can make up for some of that."
Ororo was worried about Remy. He did not seem to trust these people as she did. She did not know why. Ororo liked these people. Especially the Jean lady. She was especially nice. Maybe Remy was just still feeling unwell. She would show him around this huge house and they could have some fun here too. There was lots to explore and she felt safe here.
"Ororo?" a voice called to her.
She turned to see the man everyone called Professor. He sat in a funny chair that moved without wheels.
She looked at him, "I am here," she replied.
The Professor smiled and glided up to her on his chair. He had heard her thoughts. "I was wondering if you and I could have a little chat?" he asked.
"About what?" she asked curiously.
"Why don't you hop up for a ride on my chair and I will take you somewhere where it is more comfortable to chat."
Ororos eyes lit up with pleasure at the thought of taking a ride on this funny moving chair. She quickly scrambled up onto the Professors lap and they moved off together. She grinned all the way to his study.
The Professor smiled to himself at Ororos thoughts. The pure innocence of her mind made a refreshing change from the minds he normally looked into.
When they reached his study he told Ororo to make herself comfortable on his couch.
"Now Ororo, I need you to tell me about what happened to you, so that I can help you and Remy to get home."
"Will you separate us?" she asked with a tremor in her voice.
The Professor smiled reassuringly, "No of course not. You and Remy will stay together if that is what you both wish."
Ororo thought about this and then nodded. "I remember being on the streets in Cairo. Then I am not sure what happened next because I remember waking up in a strange house with Remy, that's when we escaped. I do not know how I got there but I remember," Ororo choked back a sob of fear, "I remember the Nanny laughing."
The Professor pulled the crying Ororo up onto his lap to comfort her. Inside his mind he contacted Jean.
*Jean it is true. Ororo has just told me that she remembers the Nanny. I do not know how she came back, we all thought her to be dead, but it appears not to be the case.*
*If that's true then she's going to be looking for them. We need to make security a number one priority*
*Yes you're right. Assemble the X-men in the war room. We must make plans.*
Jeans mind was in turmoil. The Nanny back! Jean moved over to look down at the still sleeping Remy. She bent down and quickly kissed his forehead before leaving to gather the x-men.
end of part 8
how's it coming along, please some objective replies, because I am anything but objective.
BTW would someone like to be my editor. I could really use someone to go over this stuff before I post it, just so as I can get someone else opinion.
Part Nine