| PART FIVE
Author: SisterWine Rating: NC-17 Archive: I guess. But, give proper credit, please. Warnings: Sex. Summary: Sequel to "Memories of the Future". Disclaimers: Not mine, don't own X-Men. Marvel and 20th Century Fox retains rights over anything remotely concerning X-Men and other characters (Sinister, BellaDonna, Tante Mattie). Entertainment only. No money exchanged. But, KEEP YOUR PAWS OFF MY RHYTHM! Remy pushed in one last time. He was tired and could tell Rogue was too. The effects of whatever Sinister had given him were still running strong inside him. He hadn't remembered all of how he had managed to get from sitting on a table across the room, to removing his clothes, to making multiple love to his wife. The warmth started almost immediately after the syringe left his arm. Whatever it was hadn't felt right but, Sinister insisted on Remy taking it. Flinching at the pain, and then waiting as Sinister left them alone in the huge, half-darkened lab, he had to force himself back from pouncing her. He had been gentle and laid her down on a padded over table before unbuttoning her short dress as it had been the kind to button in front. Helping her to slip her arms out of the sleeveless dress, he started by kissing her and massaging her as he reached for the blanket that had been draped over the end for them, and pulled it over top. Watching as he slowly slipped her bikini-style panties off, she shivered. "Remy, Ah... Ah can't do this here." She was nervous and it showed clearly in her voice. Her eyes stared up at him and she did her best to relax and feel more comfortable with him there. Fingers brushing over his soft chest, her legs spread willingly, and she really had wanted him. But, not where they were. He nodded and laid a finger on her soft, pink lips as she spoke. "Go wit' dis, chere. All over soon, no?" Leaning in to kiss her and simultaneously placing himself at her entrance, her hand brushed his as they both pushed him into her. He groaned and slipped all the way in, before breaking the kiss to ask her. "It's okay, chere. We be jus' fine, non? We try 'gain wit a chile, an' maybe dis one won' break....?" "Okay." Feeling slightly unsure of everything, even him, she reluctantly nodded and smiled nervously as he started to move. Her lips met his and then parted to meet his tongue. She could feel him tense and grunt into her mouth, she began to pant and absorb the intensity of the actions. Remy's hips had been the only part of his body that had moved, at times. His arms braced himself above her, shakily. Eyes aglow and lust full and ready for her, Remy's mind was a jumble of things that none of which connected or made any sense. Pushing in, he orgasmed immediately with bright lights bursting against the back of his eyelids. He didn't dare pull out for fear that he would only push right back in. The warmth of the drug washed over him like wildfire. The strange thing about it was, he hadn't really needed any assistance in the arousal field. He groaned and kissed her shoulder before whispering into her left ear. "Sorry, Rogue. Feelin bit tired. No sense killin de bot' o' us for a baby, no?" Sweat had dampened his hair and glistened his skin. "Ah know, shugah. Ah'm tired too." She soothed his hair back and kissed him. His skin felt warm as he tensed and tried to hold back his last orgasm but failed. Gasping loudly as he pushed himself all the way in, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as he shook in exhaustion. Panting and rolling off of her, he whispered softly, with what little strength he had left. "Dat's it, chere. Can' go no more." The drug was still working it's way through him as he was still very erect and forcing back wave upon wave of orgasms. He had been too tired to care about his surroundings, and drifted into a soundless sleep. Anything after Rogue saying she loved him, he hadn't heard. A door creaked open and shut with the same horrible sound. "Did you two have a lovely time?" An eerie voice asked as Rogue was finishing getting into the hospital gown she was instructed to wear. Rogue glared at the doctor as he came into the lighted circle. "Not that it's any o' your business, we were just fine. Thanks." Remy lay sleeping behind her, and she glanced back to make sure he was okay before sliding off of the table and immediately falling to the floor. Her body shook as the mutant doctor grabbed her arms and helped her to stand up. "What'd you give him, anyway?" Sinister smiled evilly. "Just some vitamins, as I see he must have needed them for such a non-stop woman such as yourself. Love should be a lasting experience, don't you think? It won't hurt him, or the child you carry. He will be fine in a couple of hours." A mischievous grin tainted his lips. "Now, my dear Rogue, shall we begin?" "Now?" Her voice echoed through the large, mostly darkened room. A light from the ceiling shown down into the middle of the laboratory, creating a halo of light around them. He smiled. "Yes. Gambit's potency levels are far more higher than they would regularly be, if he hadn't have accepted the vitamins. They work very quickly, and are measured to his exact structure." He turned to another table that sat behind him, and waved a gloved hand to it. "Would you please place yourself on the examing chair?" He watched her climb up and ease herself down, a pained expression on her face and then shock at the freezing metal under her. Waiting until she stopped moving around, he took a seat on the stool in front of her and moved each of her legs apart, putting her bare feet into stirrups on either side of the chair. It was a table that had one end propped up to become the back to a chair. A metal chair with metal railings was what it had been forged to. It was clad only with a thin piece of paper that had been laid over it for sanitary measures. Beside that, sat a small table of organized operating utensils. Everything in the room had the same amonia smell as if it were a hospital. But, what had seemed sterile, might often be not. Sinister had even dressed appropriately, surgeon's garb and papered slippers over black boots. It had been more than enough to keep Rogue unsure. The first instrument that was inserted was a thermometre. A cold one, at that. Rogue gasped and grabbed onto the left railing from the underside of it. She held it tightly and turned her head away, closing her eyes. Holding her breath until the instrument was removed before releasing it and going back to watch him. Two gloved fingers entered her next, and twisted around in her entrance before removing themselves. Gasping again and fixing an angry and shocked gaze on the man before asking. "What was that for?" She watched him smear the clear fluid onto a clear glass slide and cover it with another before setting it separate on the table for later. He ignored her until he was finished and turned back to look at her and then continue. "Just for observation purposes only, I assure you." He busied himself with the tray of instruments, again. Knowing that she was not liking such intimacies with him, he grinned to himself as if holding some dark secret over her and Remy. "And now, Mrs. LeBeau, please relax, and let me do what you came to me for. It will go much more smoothly if you relax." Getting up from his stool, he turned away from her and walked to a table that sat just outside of the light. He held up several vials and looked at hem before replacing each one and settling on a thin vial filled with bright purple fluid. Returning to the stool, he handed the vial to her and told her to drink the contents. "What is it?" She snapped. Sinister sat back down and glanced over at Remy's still sleeping form and spoke. "This will curb your's and the child's powers until after the child is born. It won't harm either of you, I can assure you." Holding it up to the light, and then cautiously sipping at it, she flinched at the taste. It hadn't really tasted all that bad, but it hadn't tasted good, either. In fact, after it was in her mouth, it had begun to taste like strawberry. Taking a deep breath as she tossed it back, she grimaced and blinked at the aftertaste. Rogue woke up from sitting on the floor, beside Rhythm's bed. Her legs were resting off to the right, and she leaned against the side of the bed and her left arm lay on the mattress, her hand holding Rhythm's. "What have we done, Remy?" She stared into the small, sirene face as Rhythm slept. ****************************** "Remy! I'm havin your chile, cher." BellaDonna spoke, trying to get his attention. She lay beside him, naked in her bed. Since their night started, he had been distant from her, and getting farther away each minute. Laying to his right, she rolled over to sit up, on top of his thighs and stare down at him. Remy had, of course, been on his back and stared up at the ceiling while deeply in thought. "What?" He asked, dazedly. His eyes flashed red as he focused on her. His expression changed rapidly, from blank to shock as her comment registered. She giggled and leaned over to kiss him. "I said, you're so far from me, cher. Y' still worryin bout de petite?" Her right hand ran lightly over his smooth chest. He sighed and nodded. "Dis fever's not goin away. She's so small. How de girl gonn' survive it, non?" There was definate concern in his voice and slight strain from a rising headache centered between his eyebrows. He lay there for a good part of the late night and early morning. Only half-noticing that Belle had woken up to whisper his name in attempt to get him to join her. The pillow his head rest on was flat, and the sheets were chilly when he moved. "De chile be okay, cher. Mattie is a good voodoo woman." She began nibbling on his neck and chest, elegantly working her way down to his waist. He gasped as the tip of her tongue ran along his limp manhood. Looking up at him, she smiled. Her blonde curls caped her slim facial outline while her smoothe jasmine eyes blinked at her lover. Remy gasped again at the licks and dabs of wetness, closing his eyes as her warm fingers wrapped around his length and stroked him. He sat up and gasped loudly as she enveloped him with her mouth. "Non, non, stop chere. Belle!" Shoving her away, Remy stared at her hurt expression and apologised. "I gotta go home, chere. My li'le cherie needs me." Nodding in understanding, BellaDonna sat up and watched him slip out of bed and get dressed. "She'll be fine, Remy. She got a poppa dat cares 'lot for her." She giggled, softly. As she pushed herself up to her knees and grabbed his shoulders to turn him around to face her, she kissed him and buttoned his blue dress shirt for him. "De girl's momma is still dere?" She asked as she straightened his collar. "Oui. She's stayin to make sure de girl is okay but, I wanna know myself. She's my only baby, and she told me I was her future husband, no?" He laughed at the childish thought. He had even laughed when Rhythm had asked him that childlike question when she was 4 years old. Next to Rogue and the X-Men, Rhythm was the one thing he'd drop everything for and come running to save her if she needed. BellaDonna smiled. "Such a sweet poppa. I bet she's gonna have such a time growin up." Sitting down to put on his shoes, Remy smirked. "You comin, or are ya gonna stay here in dreamland?" Remy slipped on his shoes and turned his head to glance over his right shoulder to see her sitting on her legs and leaning forward on her hands. "Yea, sure. I'd love to see de petite, too." She smiled and crawled to the edge of the bed while Remy stood up and handed her the dress she had been wearing. ******************** "Poppa! Poppa!" Rhythm stepped down the stairs, one step at a time. She was still in her pajamas and Scooby slippers, as it had only been half 8 in the morning. By the time she got to the bottom of the steps, Remy had swept her up into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Mornin, Boo. Sleep good?" Remy smiled and patted her back. Rhythm nodded, and looked to the woman behind him. Her smile faded after a curt nod and a glance to the kitchen. "Momma made pancakes. Can smell dem all de way upstairs." "Did you wash up, shugah?" Rogue came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a white dishtowel. She looked from the little girl to Remy and Belle as she greeted them as well. "Remy, Belle. Lotsa pancakes, y'all can help yerselves." She had cleaned up but, wore the same clothes as the day before. Remy smiled and rubbed Rhythm's back. "Not really hungry. Just came back to see how Boo was." Smiling and playfully bumping his forehead to Rhythm's as she smiled back and giggled. "Baby, why don't you go eat. Yer tummy is rattlin louder than yer daddy's." Rogue smiled. She waited for Remy to set the child down before she finished the rest of her talk with them. "Logan called this mornin. Asked if she was all right, and that he'd be home late tonight." Half-turning to go back to the kitchen, she mentioned that now that Remy was there, she could go home. "Ah'm just gonna say bye to her before Ah go." Rhythm was already in the kitchen, at the table, eating the two pancakes on a plate that Rogue had placed at her chair. Butter glazed the top of one while the second had been hidden under it. Chewing a mouthful of a bite of each pancake and wiggling on the cushion to get comfortable, Rhythm held up her fork for Rogue to cut more small pieces for her. As she waited while Rogue cut her pancakes for her, she was also being told that Rogue was leaving to go home. Confused and speechless, Rhythm looked to Remy for any sign of truth. She liked having her mother there, and was hoping Rogue and Remy would patch things up. It was becoming more obvious as Remy nodded, that it would not happen. Kneeling beside the girl on the chair and laying the fork down on the plate, Rogue stared into the huge violet orbs that fiercely fought back any tears. "Baby, momma has to go." Sniffles. "No." A low whine and a slow blink that understood more than what was spoken. Rogue took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yes, dumplin. But, you just tell yer daddy when you wanna come see me, and Ah'll always be right there, baby. Okay?" Nodding and whining a small "Kay." Rhythm turned in her seat to hug her mother and kiss her cheek. Another sniffle before her tears were wiped away by Rogue's fingertips. BellaDonna sat down in the chair to the right of Rhythm and talked to her while Remy and Rogue went out front to talk before saying goodbye. "Your momma still love you, chile. She jus' has ta go home so she can come visit ya, again. You want her to come back, right?" Rhythm nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "Good girl." Belle patted her head, softly and stood up to look around the kitchen for a napkin for her tears. ******************* Her room was dark but, lit only by the moonlight from the window beside her bed, and a small Tigger nightlight by her door. Huddling her bear close, she sat up and stared at the open door before getting out of bed and walking over to it. It had only been open a crack, though it was just enough for a little breeze to come in. "Poppa? Logan?" She squeaked. Opening the door wider and turning to look down to their rooms, she blinked. Perking up when she heard a noise come from downstairs, she huddled her bear closer and cautiously stepped to the staircase. She listened and heard a trumpet playing a song. "Poppa?" Inching down the stairs and stopping at the bottom, she looked about for either Remy or Logan. Neither had been present. Rhythm turned to stare at the empty livingroom. The television was on but, no one was watching it. She started to pant and tried to speak but no words came. She was too scared that she was really alone. Was she? Had she done something wrong or, was she just that bad that Remy and BellaDonna snuck out to get away from her? Where was everyone? Another noise came from the kitchen. Footsteps were coming back, towards her. She closed her eyes and jumped as hands on her shoulders were turning her around. "S'posed to be in bed, Boo." Remy had bent down and spoke softly. Rhythm opened her eyes and blinked at him as she shook her head. "Not tired, poppa." The microwave beeped and Remy turned to look at the television a moment. "Go sit down, I'll be right back." He sighed and stood up to turn and go back to the kitchen. She watched him turn the corner to his left before moving into the livingroom. Climbing up onto the plush sofa, she turned around and stared at the advertisement on the screen. Rhythm waited as close to patient as she could for Remy to come back. Car ads, market ads, and restaurant ads played in one long string that seemed unending. A sigh and a small yawn of boredom that sounded like a wisp of air and a few grunts as she scoot back to get more comfortable. Remy glanced at the clock on the microwave and sighed to himself as he grabbed the bowl of buttered popcorn and headed back into the livingroom. Since it was already late on a Saturday night, he figured he'd let her stay up a little while longer. He sat down beside her, on the left, and placed the bowl in his lap before draping his right arm around her shoulders. Feeding her the first bite, he smiled as she "mmm-ed" and playfully bit his fingertip. "De popcorn, petite, no' my finger." "What ya watchin, poppa?" She asked as she scooted closer to him. The room was dark except for the light from the television. The show was starting and it was set on a bright, sunny day in the middle of an Army camp. Taking a handful and pouring half of it into her cupped hands, he answered and glanced at the screen. "S' called 'M.A.S.H.', petite." "Oh." Laying her head against his right shoulder, she nibbled at her popcorn and watched the program. A minute passed before she spoke again. "Ya like dis show, poppa?" She looked up at him and blinked. Remy debated his answer. "Yea. S'ok." Taking a few more pieces into his mouth and chewing, he handed her some more from the bowl. He wondered if Rogue had ever done this type of thing with Rhythm while she was living with her and Erik. He doubted it. Rogue had been strict when it was Rhythm's bedtime. But, it was Remy who had been more laid back when it came to staying up during the summer months. "Oh." She went back to watching the screen and nibbling on popcorn. A hairy man in a dress was talking to two doctors in green khaki clothes before sauntering off the frame in pink heels. She laughed a bit and then asked. "Why's he wearin a dress, poppa?" Remy smiled and couldn't put to words how to describe the man. "Bein silly, Boo." He decided, and she accepted it. As that show ended, Rhythm was still awake. Another show started but, this one was set in a bar, in Boston. Customers and bartenders bantered back and forth over drinks for the customers and dating mishaps of staff and patrons. Rhythm started to yawn. Clearing his throat and moving the bowl to the left of him, Remy patted his lap and told her to lay her head on it. A folded soft-knit blue blanket lay draped over the back of the sofa, to her right. Reaching for it and pulling it so that it unfolded enough to cover her arms, he covered her up to her neck as she curled up to get warm. As he settled himself, he soothed her hair and continued watching the show. Yawning again and her bear in front of her, she stared at the screen and asked. "Ya like dis one, poppa?" Remy pet her hair and answered. "Yea, I like dis show, Boo." "I like it, too." She smiled. He smiled and stole glances every few minutes to see if her eyes were closed. The volume on the television hadn't been too loud so, she would hopefully go to sleep soon. Remy knew she was fighting her tiredness but, he didn't mind it so much as he normally would. Finally at halfway through the show, Remy smiled as she was sound asleep in his lap. He silently breathed in relief as he watched the final minutes of the program before thinking about how he was going to get her upstairs without waking her. If he kept her wrapped up and slid his hands under her carefully, it might not disturb her. A key turned in the front door and a turn of the knob as Logan opened the door and stepped inside. "Hey." He nodded to Remy. "What's she doin up?" He noticed the sleeping child on Remy's lap. Closing the door and locking it, Logan set his bag down, in front of the door and walked over to where Remy still sat. Remy shrugged. "She say she can' sleep so, I let her stay up wit' me. She fell asleep a lil while ago. Gotta take her upstairs to bed." Remy started to turn her and carefully lift her up, off of the sofa as he stood up. He took the lead as Logan nodded and followed. Logan picked his bag up and followed Remy upstairs and down the long corridor, as Remy ducked into Rhythm's room. He tossed the bag onto his bed and sighed in being glad to be home again. Laying Rhythm down and covering her up, he felt her eyes on him. "Sleep time, Boo. S' late." He stood up from his bent position and stared down at her in the darkness. "Poppa, you gonn' marry dat lady?" Rhythm lay on her back and calmly asked him. Remy sighed. "No, Boo. She's jus' a friend o' yer poppa's. She's nice, an' I love her very much but, she no' yer momma." Bending to kiss her forehead, he whispered. "Go to sleep, Rhyt'm. We talk in de mornin." Nodding, she rolled over and was asleep before he could stand up. Silently closing her door but leaving it open a crack, he turned around to see Logan waiting for him. He sighed and seemed relieved that she was finally asleep for the night. "She okay?" Logan questioned as they both went back down stairs to clean up. He had been worried about her since he'd left that he had been barely focussed on his mission. Remy nodded as he led the way back down to the kitchen. "De fever's finally gone. Mattie stayed wit' her for awhile, and Rogue." He sat down at the table, with his back to the backyard. "Rogue came back?" Logan dropped two pieces of white bread into the toaster slots and pushed them down. He turned around to retrieve the jam out of the fridge while he waited for Remy to finish. His appetite hadn't been very big but, he figured he at least had to eat something. Setting the jam down on the counter, he glanced over at the Cajun and noticed that Remy had been quiet lately. "Hey....?" Shaking himself loose from his thoughts, Remy turned to look at Logan who was now standing beside him. "Yea, she came after you left. She stayed wit' her t'rough de night but left in de mornin." His gaze shifted back to the wall that separated the kitchen from the livingroom. Toast was up and Logan turned back to fix his snack. He wasn't sure what it had to do with him, or Rhythm but, he needed to know what was going on. "What's goin on with Rhythm, Rem? You've been awful distant the past few times I've seen you with her." He held his breath. He had to ask, just hadn't wanted to hear the gruesome details that involved the innocent little girl upstairs. "You can start with Sinister." He finished in time to steal a glance over at Remy, who flinched at the name. Setting the knife down on the counter and picking his paper plate up, he came to sit to Remy's right and wait while he ate his snack. "Had a feelin that slimeball was behind this." Remy sighed and nodded and calmly told Logan the whole story. The End. |