" What do you see now? " Dr. McCoy asked.

" Black. " Came the curt reply.

Hank, formally known to the world as The Beast, steped back for a minute . Still staring at the young man sitting on one of the med beds.

" Well Remy, I regret to inform you that at the present I can not bestow you a precise answer as to how execrable the blast of light has affected your eyes. I'll look over the results of the few tests I've already completed more meticulously. I will come and assist you down here again in a few hours. But it's hard to predict what will befall your vision. Your eyes are ...unquestionably unique. This could last an hour or a day or...."

Hank keft the end of his speech hanging uncomfortably. How was he supposed to say * or forever * easily? Remy however, saved him the trouble of figuring that out

When Remy had first gotten off the ground from the initial blast, his head had swam with colors so extremly bright that he had squeezed his eyelids tighter still. But as the colors dimenished everything had gone earily dark, even when his eyelids had fluttered open nothing changed. After that shock, everything seemed like a blur of thought and motion. He couldn't quit recall exact details of what ensued, except now he sat on one of the Infirmiry's med beds.

And was at the moment being somewhat of an unruely and stubborn patient. The fact that he couldn't see didn't stop the cold dread that ran through his body everytime he was in here. Though he couldn't see the sterile white walls and equipment didn't mean they weren't there. He could smell the cleaness of the room, the way every Hospital, Lab, Infirmiry seemed to emit. Could hear the tiny whirs and little sounds Hanks equipment made.

He was only half listening to what the blue furred dactor was saying to him. But caught the important phrases and noticed when Hank abruptly trailed off. Remy could sense some of the stronger emotions coming from the doctor, somthing akin to pity. Almost like when a parent broke the news to their child that their favorite pet and best friend was at the vets and may never come home.

Remy shook himself out of the thought. It felt like the room was closing in on him, like Storms clousterphobia but with little fear in the reaction. Taking Hanks silence as an opener to leave, he jumped off the medical bed. Although his kinesthetic sense detected movement, it did little to tell him where walls and motionless obstacles were.

" Where are you going Remy? "

" Out. "

" Wait, least allow me the pleasure to direct you to the appropriate door? "

The question was nothing more than Hank being considerate and helpful. But it only added to fuel the Cajuns cindering rage as to the fact he was somewhat helpless. But what was he to do? Walk into walls, trip up and look a fool all because he refused the offered help?

" . . . . . Merci mon ami. "

" Where to? Oh Cajun commrade. "

With a big smirk Remy answered. " De Cajuns room. "

Ororo Munroe silently walked into Hanks lab, she had been waiting for Remy to leave so she could talk to the doctor alone. There was an unspoken understanding between Remy and herself. Ororo herself didn't want to be pitied or moped around by comrade or friend and nor did Gambit. Though Remy seemed to go one step further, he never admitied injury or hurt, if possible neither showed it. So Storm obliged him.

" Hello Hank. "

" Stratled somewhat by the intrusion on his thoughts, McCoy looked up to see Ororo standing elagantly behind him.

" Hey 'ro..sorry I didn't hear you enter. "

She only smiled a little and looked as if she was going say something but Hank suspected he knew just what, and spoke be she had put together what she intended to ask.

" You want to know how Remy's fairing? "

" Taken aback slightly at his abrupt bluntness, she answered. " Yes. "

" I'm guessig alright. But as far as his injury...to be honest I don't know. " Hank looked tired. " It's not like he's ever stayed here long enough for a propper physical before, or come to think of it, ever. " Ororo studied her blue furred friend for a moment. Then looking resigned, excused her self and left.

An hour later Storm wondered into the kitchen for a drink only to see Rogue sitting at the table cradling the mug infront of her. Opening the fridge door she took out the milk and poured some of it into her glass, placing the jug back and closing the refridgerator door.

Rogue watched as Storm casually walked into the kitchen and poured herself some milk and although Storm sat across from her, neither women said a word right away.

" Hey 'ro. "

" Hello Rogue. "

" Couldn' sleep either huh? "

" No. Can not say that I can..though I should, Scott still has an early morning Danger Room practice schedualed. "

" Oh Damn !!! Forgot about that, shoot ah wish that boy would sleep in just once. "

Ororo finished her milk, though looking none to happy with what she had drank. " I'm off to bed, good night Rogue. "

" Don' ya mean Morning? " Ororo glanced at the coffee maker which had a digital clock at the bottom right hand corner. Two in the morning. * Can not say that I'm surprised. * " So it is. See you later in the Danger Room Rogue."

A groan sounded in the empty dark kitchen in Rogues protest, following Ororo as she headed out to her loft, a small smile playing across her lips. * grrrrrrrrrrrrr.....aw shoot!! C'mon girl better get yoah butt to bed, Remy not goin' no where. *

Wolverine had actually settled back into the den, comfortably sitting back in the cuchions. If one didn't know better you'd think this odd for the feral Canadian who usually patrolled the grounds. But thats what he had been doing ever since the team got back home and Bishop had asked for the pleasure to take over till morning, so Logan obliged. At the moment he was waiting for the early News to come on, a tape sat patiently in the VCR ready to record with but a touch of a button.

His gut was telling him that somthing was amiss, why was it when Gambit and himself showed up everything ended? They didn't do jack all !! Was it just that the crazed loonies inside got over excited by the arrival of two more mutants that they were unable of rational thought and action? Or was it all coincidental to the point of dumb luck?

Other possibilities had been running through his mind all night too, but not so much that he took any of them seriously. But nagging enough to the point where he decided watching the News coverage might be benificial.

Remy lay on his back sightlessly starring up at the ceiling. Arms streached out to either side of his huge mahogony four posted bed, the black satin bed spread soft beneath his fingers. Though this did nothing to calm the rage he felt, how could he have let this happen to him again, why the hell hadn't his sight returned yet? Other disembodied thoughts swirled within his head, most of them angry.

Getting up Remy walked to his door and locked it, the last thing he wanted was one of the X-Men inviting themselfs in for what ever reason. * T'ink boy * Leaning against the door Remy let his body slowly slide to the awaiting floor. * Was in California. . . . Los Angeles. . . merdi dat be ten year' go. W'at was 'er name...Jade? non..June, Jane, Jan...Jude Neri. Dats it, li'l two timin' bitch she go' w'at she dese'ved. *

Thinking about this his mind wondered back to that night, the night when he had vented his rage on a young women. He didn't have much regret for what he had done, not even now. It all started when he had gone to california for a job. Getting there he'd met up with a clean cut, business suit gentleman who had hired him. Hanging off his shoulder a pretty young blond, one need only say " air head'. So with little effort the pinch was done and walking through the alley to his bike, Remy was ambushed.

Well the ambush started with a blinding flash of light directed straight at him, the pretty blond turned out to be the cunning fox and made off with his bounty. Leaving him hunched over in pain and blind, well he'd stumbled back to his hotel and waited lying on his bed like now for a few hours. His sight did return but only in red. This was good enough to find little miss blue eyed and find her he did, sorting through the lute he has so thoughtfuly collected. Apparently crossing her lover in the scheme of things as well.

Stalking up behind her, the snap of bone in her neck was clearly audiable in the quiet motel room that she was occuping. Gathering up the product of his work Remy left without a second glance behind.

Remy snapped out of his reverie, the outline of his bed was barely visible. Shocked and releived beyound belief, he rose to his feet and walked over to the huge bed, reaching out for one of the posts. The mohogony wood cool to the touch. Though the entire bed could have been mistaken for red as well, for as before his vision was red. Anoying as it may be it gave him extrodinary night sight, more so then usuall.

Remy turned to his window, his kinesthetic sense alerting him to a foreign object, small in size coming his way. Gambit darted behind his bed grabbing the deck of cards off his night stand in one fluid motion. Unlikly as it was that anything or anyone was on the mansion grounds, Remy was in no mood to be taken by unawares again.

A small explosion rocked his room, small parts of his wall and little bits of glass flying inwards. More resilient peices logging themselfs into the far wall. The smaller chunks and bits simply littering the floor. Through the clearing dust and debris a dark but smiling figure appeared.

" Hello Gambit, long time no see eh? "