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Relax, I won't sue you. I'll just ask my Cousin Tony to choke
you with his dreds. Gambit and Rogue -- because I like them.
Gambit was in a daze. His pulse hammered and his sense were
dulled yet oddly sensitive, like a pin-prick through cotton.
He looked down at himself, uncomfortable in the unfamiliar
uniform. The material scratched his legs and arms. He noticed
distantly that he was flecked with blood and carried a strange
bundle in his arms.
Ignoring that for the moment, he glanced around the chamber.
It was stark white, and from where he crouched, he could see
blood, splattering several pristine surfaces. White, so it
was not the Tunnels and he heard no screams so it was not
He stood slowly as he was approached by another figure, wearing
a similar uniform.
He couldn't quite hear what the man said. He was fixated
on Rogue's face. Her haggard form lay listlessly before him.
She was limp and exhausted and he doubted she would be conscious
for much longer. Her face was drawn with pain and she was
covered in sweat.
He desperately tried to understand what was going on. Something
in his mind made the connection for him and he realized the
blood was hers.
Tears welled up in his eyes and he felt a moan rumble in
his throat. Rogue was collared, the red and green lights on
the power suppresser mocking him in their festiveness.
One thought seemed to make it through the haze. It all
happened so fast.
Rogue tried to move her head. She knew it was important to
look up for some reason. There was something she should need
to see but she just couldn't find the energy. It gnawed at
her as a lesson her mother had taught her, only she couldn't
remember who her mother was.
That's when she noticed the Genoshan Collar and the utter
impotence of her limbs.
She struggled not to lash out, to fight. Rogue stifled a
moan and tried to assess her situation. Her tired eyes were
pained by the bright lights that glowed down on her from above.
She hovered between states of consciousness, fighting with
every weapon she had to remain alert but she was swiftly losing
She realized all the things she couldn't feel, like her legs
or anything else below her waist. Slowly she began to feel
something. It was like a cramping in her stomach only lower
and deeper. She reached for the sensation, hoping it would
help her get in touch with her situation.
Then all she felt was pain. She contracted her muscles to
push it away but it seemed to grow within her. She slipped
He tore his eyes away and stared at the man, who now had
his hand on Gambit's arm. His ears where filled with the sound
of his own blood rushing to his head.
Slowly, though, the words began to filter in. "...LeBeau
He tried to pay attention, but his eyes drifted back to Rogue's
prone form. She grunted in pain and he was suddenly covered
from his thighs to his ankles in more blood.
Hands grabbed his shoulders and demanded his attention. "Hehn?!?"
he managed to meet the man's eyes. The rest of the face was
hidden by a mask of some sort.
"Mr. LeBeau. It's all over. You did a fine job, you
both did. Now, let me have it." He indicated the bundle
in Gambit's arms and something in Remy rebelled at the idea
of giving it up.
The man sighed and spoke in the slow, calming manner reserved
for those dangerously near to a violent breakdown. "Please.
Let me have it. I just need to cut the umbilical cord. Please.
It will only take a minute."
As he coaxed, Gambit slowly came to himself.
"It's over?" He sounded so bewildered that the
doctor tried not to laugh at him. He let the man take the
bundle from his hands and stood there, dumbfounded.
It had all happened so fast.
"Yes, sir. You have a healthy baby boy. You both did
well, very well." As he spoke, the doctor cut and clamped
the umbilical cord and wrapped the little form in a receiving
blanket. "You did very well, Mr. LeBeau. Most of our
fathers stay away from the delivery area because of all the
fluids but you handled it like a pro." He gave Gambit
a once-over as placed the baby in his arms. "Well, you
are a little worse for wear -- I think you have some afterbirth
on your scrubs there -- but that's a small price to pay for
bringing your own child into the world, don't you think?"
Remy stared at the man's pleasant smile and tried to return
it. He looked down at the red, squirming form in his arms
and lost himself in the motion of those tiny hands. He didn't
even notice as the doctor put a hand to the small of his back
and guided him to where his wife lay. Rogue was being propped
up by the nurses, who urged her to stay awake.
Remy looked into those beautiful emerald eyes and then looked
back at their son. A soft smile took over Remy's face and
he felt an emotion heretofore unknown to thieves and vagabonds
like himself: Contentment. He said nothing, just angled the
baby closer to her so she could see those perfect little ears.
Rebecca's eyes misted over, with joy instead of pain and
she stroked those smooth little legs.
Storm was tempted to fly down the aisles of the hospital.
Bishop on the other hand had grabbed an intern by the throat
and shouted "Delivery" until the young man quivered
in fear. Scott had just looked at a map and herded them all
in the right direction.
An obstetrician stopped them as they approached the delivery
room. "I'm sorry, folks," she said, in a brusque
manner that reminded them of Moira Mactargett, "The show's
over. You'll have to wait in Maternity."
Hank worked his way to the front of the mob and tried to
convince the doctor otherwise but she seemed unswayed.
Storm collapsed into a hard plastic chair, disappointment
clear on her face. "I can not believe it is over so fast."
Logan sat beside her and patted her hand. "That's how
these things go, darlin'."
They stared at the little boy, soon to be christened Etienne
Cody Lebeau, and counted over and over again: 2 eyes, 2 ears,
10 fingers, 10 toes, 2 eyes, 2 ears ... The littlest LeBeau
opened his little mouth and kicked his little feet. In two
or three days, when he opened his green on black eyes, they
would marvel at that too.
Now, they looked at him and looked at each other and said
silent prayers for their good fortune.
After two years of heartbreak, three years of marriage, nine
months of pregnancy and 12 hours of labor, it all seemed to
flash by so quickly.
They sat there like that, as a perfect little family, so
excited to be together, until the nurses insisted on cleaning
their little divine gift. Then they just had each other to
hold and that was pretty good in itself.
Notes: I just wanted to mention
a few things: I have never been in a delivery room nor have
I ever had children but I watch a fair amount of ER.
This story came to me as I walked into work this morning and
so I wrote it. It struck me that with the kind of pasts Remy
and Rogue have, even such a happy moment could be shadowed
by fear. That, and I like babies but I hate blood.
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