Three months; Gambit; X-Men/Heroes 1/?
Three Months
Fandom: Heroes, X-Men
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: Crossover
Characters/Pairings: Gambit
Short summary: There was a blank and he just couldn’t remember…
Any warnings: none…
Disclaimer: Heroes and X-Men and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: this is a little sequel to 'the company'... prompted by no other than brokengem herself... lol, she commented on the fic with the following "*squees* Gah I loved it! The breif mention of HRG(he would so disprove of Remy) and Eden. Remy already plotting to steal her away if Daddy Bob locks her up...well that is if his memory isn't wiped first." ... yes well, you can imagine that once the muse bites you you have no other choice then to write it... This probably will be followed soon by another chapter...
please do leave a comment and let me hear what you think...
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Three months. That was the amount of time that had suddenly just disappeared. One moment he was standing in Ireland, looking at the dock for the right container that was supposedly holding a fortune in it, then the next he was standing at a metro station in New York. Apparently he had been standing there, looking into the distance for some time, because a woman working there approached him, and asked him if he was alright.
He had then answered her with all his charm that he was fine, that he just needed a moment to compose himself, and only after he had spoken to her, had he noted her accent. American…
That had been two weeks ago. He returned to France almost instantly and tried to resume his life as before, yet knowing that something wasn’t right. Something was missing; he just didn’t know what it was. And none of his friends or family could tell him what or who it was that was missing, or what he had done in the last three months. All they could tell him was that he had been in Ireland most of the time or in America. But that was all they could tell him.
So what happened in the last three months before? Remy mussed over that thought again and again. As he was standing on his balcony looking over the city of Paris, the feeling of something missing grew inside of him. He shook his head and turned to enter his bedroom. Aimlessly he paced his room, until he stood still before his bed. Nothing was different; it was all how he had left it before leaving for Ireland. So why was it that when he looked at his bed the same feeling overcame him like it had done through the last two weeks?
He gazed at the right side of the bed, and there was again the feeling like he should know something. The feeling that it should be obvious to him, that he knew the answer, but that he just couldn’t name it. He knew it was at the tip of his tongue. It was there, but even when he tried to concentrate on it, he just couldn’t remember what it was that was amiss.
He started to pace again, and then went to his working desk. He opened a drawer and retrieved a folder. Opening the yellow folder, he looked at the contents of it. In bold letters the name of a school and the name of a headmaster were written. “Charles Xavier…” murmured Remy, as his eyes flew over the contents of the pages. Could this man really help him and remembering the time that was now lost to him? Could he unlock whatever it was that was blocking his memory? There was only one way to find out, and he decided that he would, because he needed to know. Whatever happened in those three months were much too important to him to let go of. He would find out what it was that was missing from his life… and he was going to fix it.
Fandom: Heroes, X-Men
Author: vodooman
Rating: G
Genre: Crossover
Characters/Pairings: Gambit
Short summary: There was a blank and he just couldn’t remember…
Any warnings: none…
Disclaimer: Heroes and X-Men and its characters are not mine. I only write fanfiction!
A/N: this is a little sequel to 'the company'... prompted by no other than brokengem herself... lol, she commented on the fic with the following "*squees* Gah I loved it! The breif mention of HRG(he would so disprove of Remy) and Eden. Remy already plotting to steal her away if Daddy Bob locks her up...well that is if his memory isn't wiped first." ... yes well, you can imagine that once the muse bites you you have no other choice then to write it... This probably will be followed soon by another chapter...
please do leave a comment and let me hear what you think...
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Three months. That was the amount of time that had suddenly just disappeared. One moment he was standing in Ireland, looking at the dock for the right container that was supposedly holding a fortune in it, then the next he was standing at a metro station in New York. Apparently he had been standing there, looking into the distance for some time, because a woman working there approached him, and asked him if he was alright.
He had then answered her with all his charm that he was fine, that he just needed a moment to compose himself, and only after he had spoken to her, had he noted her accent. American…
That had been two weeks ago. He returned to France almost instantly and tried to resume his life as before, yet knowing that something wasn’t right. Something was missing; he just didn’t know what it was. And none of his friends or family could tell him what or who it was that was missing, or what he had done in the last three months. All they could tell him was that he had been in Ireland most of the time or in America. But that was all they could tell him.
So what happened in the last three months before? Remy mussed over that thought again and again. As he was standing on his balcony looking over the city of Paris, the feeling of something missing grew inside of him. He shook his head and turned to enter his bedroom. Aimlessly he paced his room, until he stood still before his bed. Nothing was different; it was all how he had left it before leaving for Ireland. So why was it that when he looked at his bed the same feeling overcame him like it had done through the last two weeks?
He gazed at the right side of the bed, and there was again the feeling like he should know something. The feeling that it should be obvious to him, that he knew the answer, but that he just couldn’t name it. He knew it was at the tip of his tongue. It was there, but even when he tried to concentrate on it, he just couldn’t remember what it was that was amiss.
He started to pace again, and then went to his working desk. He opened a drawer and retrieved a folder. Opening the yellow folder, he looked at the contents of it. In bold letters the name of a school and the name of a headmaster were written. “Charles Xavier…” murmured Remy, as his eyes flew over the contents of the pages. Could this man really help him and remembering the time that was now lost to him? Could he unlock whatever it was that was blocking his memory? There was only one way to find out, and he decided that he would, because he needed to know. Whatever happened in those three months were much too important to him to let go of. He would find out what it was that was missing from his life… and he was going to fix it.