DISCLAIMER: Gambit, Rogue, Xavier, ect.... are not mine. They belong to Marvel, except for Robin, she's mine, mine. mine.  And a big thank you goes out to Kaleidopy for the title!! *hugs*  Thank your lucky stars people.. this story use to be called Story #2!  HOW BAD IS THAT!? ICK!  Well enjoy, and keep in mind this story was written slowly as I learned to write... farther you go the better you can see that my writing changed.

Reunion

Part Ten

Christine Demerath

Five minutes passed before Hank returned to his lab. Rogue's head was resting on Remy's stomach and Jean was on the other side of the room, watching them. "Well aren't we a lively bunch," Hank managed a smile. Rogue's head shot up and looked at Hank with hopeful eyes. "Rogue as soon as he's stable he'll be fine. Keep in mind our dear lady that Remy is a survivor. Rogue, I believe they're looking for you in the Ready Room." Rogue's glanced back at Remy. "Remy is in good hands, I promise you that I'll call you if anything changes."

"I'll be back in a bit," she got up and stretched before going back to the meeting. "Ya want me to bring ya back some coffee?"

"Yes, thank you." The door slid shut, as she disappeared into the hall. Hank retreated back to his work. There was silence for a few minuets, only the acquired sounds of computer keys and beeping monitors were hear.

"Hank, is it safe to enter his mind?"

"Mmm....oh, sorry," he look up from his monitors. "He's stable for now, but I would advise against it. You know how he tries to keep others out of his mind, it may cause more strain."

"Is it safe."

He sighed knowing she wouldn't give. "Yes, but give me a minute to prepare. We don't want to have his condition worsen." He hit the wall intercom, "Scott, I'm not coming back, I'll explain later."

"Okay, Hank," Scott answer back, a little wonder in his voice, "see you than." "Is he okay?" a southern drawl interrupted.

"Yes, he's finally stable, Rogue," he dare not tell her that he might not stay that way. He turned off the intercom and turned to face Jean. "Let's get it over with," he sighed. She nodded before Hank went into a side room and came out with a fibulaitor. Jean raised her eyebrows uneasily. "It's only a persuasion."

"I know, I just don't like the idea," she sighed deeply, "I going in." "Remy? Remy?" She called out before even thinking of going into his mind. No answer. Cautiously she scanned his mind, not entering. She could feel the presser against the thin wall around Remy's mind. It's shouldn't be like this, he'd always kept his mind so tight. Now his memories, feelings, his life were on the brink of being set free. "Remy, if you can hear me, I'm coming into your mind. Please, don't fight me." Still nothing, she sighed. "Hank, I'm going through his outer wall." Slowly she approached his mind and separated a part of the shield, but not before putting a bubble around herself and his mind. She was overwhelmed my memories and emotions, her shields almost crumbled under the presser. Barley managing to keep her walls up she regained her footing. Even with the flow of memories she had learned nothing. There were too many and all so jumbled. She looked around to see different colors and shades pass by so fast that it was impossible to see. Oh, my God! No wonder his brain waves are so active. She turned around, hoping to find her friend. Instead she found nothing, just an empty hallway of sorts. She quickly crept down the corridor, turning once or twice down corners. And there he was, building what looked like a brick wall. "Remy!" He didn't notice, just kept on building his wall. She approached him and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Remy?" A wave of energy hit her as he spun around. She stumbled to the floor.

"Jean?" he cried out in shock. "Are ya okay, chere?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good," he reached down to help her up. His emotions suddenly turning from concern to raw anger. Still she took his hand, knowing he had every right to be. "What ya be doing here, chere?" The intensity of his glowing eyes scared her a little. She saw the fear come to his eyes as he realized, for the first time, that someone else was in his mind, then came pain to his eyes. The corridor Jean had entered and the wall behind Remy both locked up tight. He crumbled to the flood, gripping his head.

"Remy!?!" She swiftly moved to his side, cradling him in her arms.

"I'm alright," he groaned.

"Remy, you have to let down your shields."

"Non!" he shook his head weakly, but there was force behind the pained voice.

"Remy, I know whatever you did, you regret it. And I'll make sure no one else knows your secret." He shook his head persistently. "Please, Remy, trust me!"

"I do trust ya, chere. But I know ya also trust me."

"For God's sake, Remy, your killing yourself. Your secret isn't wealth the price! Let me help you!" There was a hint of panic in every word.

"I can't," he whispered.

"If you can't do it for yourself, do it for your friends. Hank is going wild trying to keep you breathing and stay calm at the same time, Rogue is worried something awful, and what about the girl we brought with us! Bishop even looks weary! Please, Remy, drop your shields." She whimpered her reply as well.

"Please, chere, don't do this." He quickly glanced at her face. Her face was twisted with a fear of it's own. He could she the concern and the truth to it all. "Oui," she almost missed it. Slow and ever so slightly his shields melted, as Jean prevented his memories from leaving.