Kitchen Woes

April 29, 2018:

Jhiao, Logan and Remy try to catch up on the recent happenings with Lorna.

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Fade In…

Cloud spends so much time around the school, and around everyone at the Institute, on four feet with her service animal X-vest on that most tend to forget that she has the ability to take on a two-footed form. Jhiao's face is seen so infrequently that it tends to take most several beats to recognize her when they see her. But Jhiao never makes an issue of this. She just goes about doing whatever it is she needs to do. Currently, she appears to be working in the kitchen, preparing several different quite fragrant dishes in the oven, on the stove, and on the counter. The only shortcut she has taken is using a specialized rice cooker; it really does make things so much easier when one only has two hands.

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+MEET: Logan has arrived via +meet.

*

Lorna was on her crutches, or at least she should be, leg squeezed to pulp by the Hulk when Malice had taken over. But that was passed. Now, she floated on her toes, dark green cast scribbled over with odd doodles by various of the younger students were scrawled over the plaster. She sighed, her hair dyed black, and wearing an oversized band shirt and sweatpants. Painkillers were good and all, but she was getting restless staying in the medbay.

Though for now, she was hungry. A blink as she came through the kitchen, following the delicious scents that promised food.

*

No one had seen much of Logan lately around the mansion since Lorna's wedding day. In part he wanted to avoid any dealings with Bruce Banner. Luck, he knows that this Bruce Banner has not done anything wrong to him yet, but he can't help getting worked up around him. He also did not particularly want to see Scott either. Though Logan knows he needs to bring up the issue regarding the Phoenix Force again. On the other hand, he knows Scott has ordered a psychic evaluation on him. So, it's probably a good idea to lay low for the moment.

*

When Lorna floats in, the small-framed, almost tiny Oriental young woman inside, dressed in what appear to be homespun robes of a pale, patchy grey, is ambling around actively, stirring, chopping, keeping everything going, her long mane of almost black hair bound in a tight rope braid. She glances up as Lorna comes in, eyeing the green-haired woman, and then continues her efforts. She doesn't bother to say anything, though perhaps that is because she doesn't feel the need?

After a minute, perhaps two, Jhaio dips out a little bit from one of the pots into a tiny bowl, and then slides it across the counter towards Lorna, along with a spoon that appeared mysteriously beside it. And then she keeps going. Not a word. Just that efficient.

Logan might recognize elements of the young woman's scent as being in common with a certain vested leopard who has been spending a lot of time around the mansion and grounds the last year or so. Maybe.

*

Lorna knew and yet didn't know for certain who the woman was. Part of her on the magnetic level had grown aware of the different beats of electric synapses that made up an individual. A few months spent in Genosha and under Magneto's training and roof had keyed her senses to a more refined level. But it wasn't always clear as day. For now, it was the familiar spark that let the normally green haired mutant know the Asian woman was familiar. And that was enough.

Not that she'd ever seen Jhiao in her human figure much, but the food was much welcomed.

Green eyes flickered up toward Logan as she started to dig into the bowl of food placed before her with a thanks.

"Hey Logan."

*

Logan looks up when he hears his name. He realises that he has wondered into the kitchen. He is wearing a string vest and a pair of torn jeans. An outfit that he hardly wears anymore, now that he is older, yet he feels that it still works for him.

"Hey Lorn." Logan replies, "Hey to you too, Jihao." Logan had become very familiar with Lorna in this universe. Yet back in his own universe, he hardly familiar with that Lorna at all. However, the opposite was true for Jihao. He had only met her a couple of times in this universe, and less often in human form. Back in his universe, he was very familiar with that Jiaho.

*

The tiny amount of food is a mere sample, a few choice bites of the cubed chicken and spicy broth in which it has been steeped, along with some of the vegetables in said broth. And no, it's not soup. It is a rather traditionally done - if with modern accoutrements - Szechuan chicken meal.

"Good afternoon." Jhiao offers softly when she is addressed by name, offering a tiny bob of her head. Then she goes back to cooking preparations. However, if the timer on the rice cooker is to be believed, it's just minutes away - like well less than ten - before she'll be serving the finished product.

*

Lorna ate whatever was placed in front of her quite happily, and she set the small bowl aside immediately after. She settled on the bar stool nearest, flashing Jhiao a grin. "Thanks for the snack. It's really good." She mused, and glanced toward Logan once more and arched a brow upwards as she considered his outfit but otherwise didn't comment.

"How are you doing, Logan? Feels like it's been a long time." It had been sometime. Since her wedding which had been ruined. A good deal had changed about her. She was no longer pregnant. Her hair was trimmed shorter and a tangle of black dye smelled fresh and new, covering her green locks.

*

Logan walks over towards Lorna, "Yeah, I'm trying to lay low." As he moves he sees Lorna at different angle, and he does a double take. "Wait, you're not pregnant now? When did this happen?"

*

"Two weeks ago." Jhiao murmurs very softly as she starts to turn off burners and stoves, pulling out mits and rags as she extracts things that are fully prepared. Then she cracks the seal on the rice cooker and turns, smiling as she watches the others. "You still hungry?" she asks.

*

Lorna sighed softly, glancing toward Jhiao then back to Logan. "Since Sinister? Aurora.. she's alive. Just in an incubator until she can survive outside of it." She made a face, leaning over the counter to try to steal more of the chicken covered in sauce. It was delicious and she really wanted more. It was a spicy bite that she hadn't had in far too long.

"We figured out that she'll need a few months until then. Took a while." Her expression twisted with hard emotion and as Jhaio spoke of wanting more food she cleared her throat, looked sheepish and nodded.

"Painkillers are making me really hungry, so yes please."

*

Logan raises an eyebrow at Lorna's apparent nonchalance to her child being on life support. He looks over at Jhiao and back to Lorna. He walks over and leans against the kitchen wall. He watches Lorna intently, trying to see if he can pick up on any other odd behaviours.

*

Logan says, "If you're offering, can I get some food?" He asks as keeps his eyes on Lorna. "So tell me Lorna, how are you doing with all of that?""

*

Jhiao simply nods, a tiny smile, and starts serving up food. A plate with rice spooned out and spread over it, the meat and vegetables and some sauce then spread oer it, the way most westerners seem to prefer. She has tiny bowls for the rice for those who would prefer a more traditional serving. And she adds some broccoli in garlic sauce to the side for even more iron and veggies. This she slides across to Lorna, and then starts on a plate and bowl for Logan, remember that he prefers a more traditional Eastern style, so she puts his rice in the bowl, meat and veggies on the plate, and slides him chopsticks instead. "Of course."

*

Lorna glanced up at Logan, pursing her lips together as she swallowed down another bite as Jhiao settled another serving in front of her. She smiled weakly, and offered another mumbled thank you. A sigh followed as he asked how she was doing with all 'that'. She shook her head. "I'm trying to not break down? Someone ran around in my head for several weeks. My daughter was ripped out me before she could live on her own by some crazy asshole that wanted to use her as an experiment. I had my wedding destroyed and everything I worked towards on Genosha ruined." She closed her hands into fists, that shook and then stabbed at the rice and veggies with a fork.

"I'm on more painmeds that are likely safe just so my legwhich the Hulk turned into mush doesn't make me cry every time I move.. I'm just peachy Logan. What do you think?"

*

Logan walks over picks up the chop sticks and bowl in one hand and the plate in the other. He places the food down in a position where he can eat and look at both women. Then he begins eating he rice with the chopsticks. Logan of course having spent so much time in Japan, finds this almost natural.

He nods as Lorna seems to complain about her situation, and gives him a telling off. Logan keeps his face looking stern, whilst inside he is relieved that Lorna is acting this way. To him it means that despite her leg injury and all things considered, she is at least emotionally healthy.

"I told Scott, that Banners is bad news. Now look at what's happened." Logan seems to be more concerned about being vindicated than anything else at present.

*

Jhiao frowns momentarily, but says nothing as Lorna explodes. She is not upset with the other woman; merely upset that there seems so little she can do to help. Most of her 'help' seems to have been spending spates of time curled up around the incubator, purring to the little one inside. She seems to have taken a break from that right now, to be here cooking. As usual, she's not terribly talkative.

*

Storm arrives from The Sub-Basement 1 - Xavier's Institute.

*

Lorna exhaled a rough breath as Logan seemed to nod in regards to her emotional state and she leaned over the bowl with a tremble in her hand, the fork she'd been using quivered and nearly rolled in on itself as she struggled with her emotions. To swallow down the pain and anguish and torment of her own chaotic life. She closed her eyes briefly and then returned to picking at her food.

"Banner stopped the mutant that was using me as a sock puppet and held her from fleeing with Aurora. I can't really hold him turning my leg into powder against him." She whispered, and glanced toward Jhiao with a crease in her eyebrows.

"Thanks for the food. It's.. it's really good."

*

The little Oriental woman nods to Lorna. "Happy to help. You need this." What 'this' is, she does not specify; is it the food? the talk with Logan? Just getting up and about? Jhiao doesn't say. She just serves up a small plate and a bowl of rice for herself, and then another set of chopsticks, as she eats some herself. She made quite a lot, likely intending to keep feeding any who are drawn by the scents.

*

Logan thinks for a moment as eats another mouthful of rice. Once he finished, "So you are telling me that with everyone in the X-men, from powerful to psychics who can literally blast her with psychic energy to those whose powers boarder on the mystic. With all of that, the best action was for Banner to turn into the Hulk to pulverise your leg?" Logan looks at Lorna incredulously. As he says this he has begun to stab at his chicken with a fork. "I'm sorry, but I find that very hard to believe."

*

Lorna shrugged lightly, and gave Jhiao another strained smile. Whatever 'this' was indeed, was worth it. Or at least, it felt like it was. Lorna wasn't sure what to do going forward, but sitting there and eating was a good start. She ate in silence for a long moment, contemplating, before Logan spoke and her gaze turned toward him. Her brows furrowed.

"Do you know what I could do if someone used me with intent to really do damage, Logan? I caved in the floor and knocked Scott out. I nearly killed Marcos. My powers with some psycho directing them?" She shook her head.

"I don't care what had to be done to stop Malice. It was done and it saved my daughter. That's all that matters in the end. My leg will heal."

*

Jhiao honestly has nothing useful to say to any of this; she is doing what little she can to help, without interfering. She will not say she enjoys the sight or smell of the Hulk. But it did not hurt her, and the person most hurt by its presence apparently is accepting this. So she simply keeps eating, slowly but steadily.

*

"'Your powers directed by a psycho?' Yeah, I think I know a guy like that, I think you call him dad or father. We have seen the extent of damage that Mags has done. Yet we have always stopped him. And you know what? We didn't need any damn Hulk to do it." He finishes the chicken. "And another thing, last time I remember your father was hardly ever pulverised in stopping him. As for Slim, he gets knocked out all time. In fact, he might be the main competitor to my title of 'X-Men who gets knocked out the most.'" He pauses again as leans back up against the wall again. "I'm sorry but having Banner around is just going to cause us more harm than good."

*

Lorna grimaced, glanced toward Jhiao and resumed picking at her food, this time with less gusto. The emotions that hung around her seemed to choke out the appetite that had surfaced and the formerly green haired mutant set her fork down in thought. "My Dad and I are on two very different spectrums of power, Logan. I learned that very well while in Genosha. If Malice had taken over him, things would have been very, very bad." She pursed her lips and bit back another sigh.

"I'm not saying that we absolutely need Doctor Banner. That's not my call to make. We are a people of dangerous powers. More than a few of us lack control. And some are walking nukes… The man stopped Malice. In my book, the broken leg is a minute issue. My daughter's life was at stake. And sorry, but having her here and not being experimented on by Sinister matters a whole lot to me." Her voice was calm, soft and trembled faintly.

A look was returned to Jhiao. "Thank you for staying in the med bay with Aurora… by the way."

*

The little oriental woman offers a tiny smile and a nod, almost more of a bow. "Wherever I am needed, however I can help. It soothes her, almost as well as the recordings of your heartbeat." And that makes it worth doing, in Jhiao's book. She has no opinions about Magneto, or Lorna, or Banner. Or if she does, she does not speak them. She glances at the food Lorna sits down, without actively frowning in displeasure. But she does not take it away. She just keeps eating her own, calmly.

*

Logan decides to concede, for the moment. "OK, fine. You're happy you are free of Malice, and Aurora is here with you, if in the med bay. If you are fine with the leg, then great. We can all congratulate Banner on job a done well. Heck having Banner around could help with us on coming Phoenix problem. That has crossed my mind. We are currently lacking in scientific minds." He pauses.

"But what happens the next time he Hulks out? This time it was your leg, and you will heal. The next time it could be the death of minor. Could you live with that? I couldn't. Hell, it could be Aurora who loses her life at his green hands. Which could have been prevented if we didn't keep him around." Logan felt guilty at putting idea into Lorna's already troubled mind. It was clear that she had a lot on her plate already. The issue was, what he said was true. And Logan knew that too well.

*

Lorna flashed a smile, weak and wobbling toward Jhiao once more. "I'm just glad her powers haven't hurt anyone yet. Whatever they are. I'm still not sure.. But.. I appreciate it." She whispered, and picked at her food once more. It was a slow process. One filled with stops and starts as she listened to Logan. Another sigh pulled from her and she slowly shook her head.

"Logan. I don't even know if I'm safe to be around my daughter. To raise her. She's had her life threatened.. her very existence threatened from before I knew she was alive. Please don't bring up how someone else might yet be a threat to her." Her voice was brittle and she closed her eyes tightly.

*

Logan stands up and moves around to Lorna. He places a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. "Look you will be a great mother. I don't just believe it. I know it." He sighs. "Unfortunately, we mutants, we don't often get privilege of living the quiet normal life. So, we must consider all threats. Too many times have we missed out on our children growing up. I should know. And I'm not even a great day. I hold no delusions in that regard."

*

Lorna lowered the fork once more to the counter top as Logan stood up and settled a hand on her shoulder. It trembled faintly as she struggled to hold her tears back. "I can't raise her Logan." Her voice broke. "I couldn't even carry her to term without someone trying something against her. How can I keep her alive and safe long enough for her to grow up?" She exhaled roughly through her nose and her eyes blurred with tears.

"She's Magneto's granddaughter, and a mutant. If those were black marks enough to make people want her dead… now Sinister.." She reached up with both hands and clamped them over her mouth.

*

"I will watch her. Protect her. Always." Jhiao murmurs softly. She's not declaring that she is somehow enough, all on her own. What she's promising, more than anything else, is that Aurora will never need to be alone unless that is what Aurora demands, when she's ready to do that demanding. And even then, Cloud will be there, skulking around. Ready to throw herself bodily into protecting the child. Jhiao cannot be Aurora's mother, and would never pretend that she could. But she, herself, is no one's target. Most of the threats that endanger the X-Men would - rightly so - ignore her as being no threat whatsoever. But she can and she will protect the child with her own life. And she does tend to survive a lot more than anyone gives her credit for. Not quite so good as Logan. But she's still here, after all she's seen and done.

*

Logan looks at Jhiao and nods, before turning back to Lorna. "Well as I see you have two options right now, if you want to keep her safe and watch her grow up. Either stay here surrounded by X-Men. I don't know if you and Scott are seeing eye to eye right now. Though I would kick his ass if he refused to let you stay. All of us would make sure your we tried our best to protect her. You can damn well be sure of that." He takes a deep breath.

"The other option is run off. Get away from here. Go into hiding. Because we too are targets, and whilst we do have security… it will never be enough. And I'm not even just talking about you hiding out in some back-water place. See if Cable can take you to the future. That's what Cable back in my world did with Hope." He pauses. "I know that you'd have to wait. You can't go yet. But at the end of the day Hulk is the least of your concerns, even Sinister is not that big of a threat. Not when we face cosmic entities, and world ending threats on a regular basis."

*

+MEET: Remy LeBeau has arrived via +meet.

*

Lorna rubbed at her cheeks with her hands, fighting back the urge to cry, even as Jhiao swore to protect her daughter with her life. A smile through the hopeless feeling washing over her stung, but that was what she offered the woman. "I know you would, I know everyone here would… I can't ask that of anyone. To protect my daughter at the risk of their own lives. It's.." She swallowed hard and shook her head as Logan spoke of her and Scott not seeing eye to eye.

Her head lowered into her hands as she sighed heavily once more. Her normally green hair a mass of black, tangling into her hands. "From what I've been told, I don't think the future is a good place for my daughter to grow up in, Logan." She pursed her lips, and pinched the bridge of her nose. There were no good options.

*

"You did not ask. I offered. Protecting the innocents." Jhiao gestures to the robes she wears; she is no Westerner, attired in pickings from malls. "This, I live to do. It is my honor to do so, as my Sifu taught me. He gave me a purpose, and a name, when he found my two-foot form." Jhiao explains to Lorna. Then she quietly just walks over, asks nothing at all, and embraces the formerly green-haired woman. "Not really your decision. Is mine. As long as I can find her, I will protect her. And I will not make it easy to take her where I cannot find her." There. It's said. And then Jhiao looks at Logan, shrugs, and walks back to her food. Yeah, it's almost done. But there's more to be served when others arrive. She has said her peace.

*

"Logan, Scott's in dhe Garage standin' over a pack o' beer and demanding someone move their motorcycle before 'e runs it ovah." Gambit says as he hobbles out of the doorway with a long black and pink stripped cane held heavily in one hand. His leg lands heavily on a cast as he inches into the room and looks around. "Ah'd hurry if Ah was you." The cajun says with a smirk and a glance around the room towards everyone else.

*

Logan scratches his head, and sighs. "OK, well you could try seeing if Illyana could hide you somewhere in Limbo? Not sure if that is any better. Anyway, think about what I said." Then Remy bursts in. "Slim said what? Lorna hold on a sec, I'm going to go sort him out. When I get back I'll come back with the best alcohol from my secret stash. I think you need a drink." Logan makes a move to leave. As he passes by the Cajun, he stops and prods the taller mutant in the chest, "You better not be lying to me, Swamp Rat."

*

A pained look covered Lorna's features as Jhiao corrected her when it came to protecting her Aurora and the woman's promises. She exhaled a breath, heavy and piteous in nature. She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, her voice cut off as she sat there on her stool, hand clapped against her lips. She struggled for her own breath, to hold it as Jhiao came about to hug her. It was as if someone had knocked the breath out of her, for the reaction to the simple embrace.

Of course, then Remy was entering the room and telling Logan he was wanted. Green eyes, damp with unshed tears turned toward Logan as he promised her a drink. She laughed, weak and brittle, and rubbed at her eyes with the back of her palm. "Sure Logan. Sure.." She murmured.

*

"Mixing strong alcohol with your painkillers may not be healthy." Jhiao comments. Then the quiet robed young woman looks to Remy. "Are you hungry?" she asks, the kitchen ripe with the scents of the very rich, spicy Szechuan meal she has prepared.

*

The cajun steps into the kitchen and looks down at Logan's finger where he was poked. "Ah hope ya know ya threat's don' work on t'e southerners 'roun' 'ere." His ruby eyes squint via his smile as the tall man steps closer and sees a quiet moment happening between Lorna and a woman he doesn't quite recognize.

Remy leans heavily on his cane as he clomps over towards the fridge, though he keeps a keen eye on Lorna's direction as he shuts the door with a frown and grabs a plate. "Ah'll try anyt'in' once. T'ank ya."

*

Jhiao bows to Remy briefly, then takes his plate, spreads out freshly cooked rice, and spoons over Szechuan chicken and vegetables, then adds some broccoli in garlic sauce to the side, and hands Remy silverware, assuming him - from her own observations - to eat in Western style, rather than Eastern. "You are welcome, Remy." She apparently knows who he is. But he should not be blamed for not recognizing the mansion's leopard contingent in her two-footed form, which she rather rarely takes for long, or often at all.

*

Lorna glanced toward Jhiao with a hint of a smile on her features. "You're certainly right on that case.. definitely not healthy. Probably a bad idea.." She muttered and gestured to her own bowl of food as Remy rooted around in the fridge, and then to the second laid out for him.

"Remy, come eat something. She's a good cook." Her features were still bent with the twist of concern and emotional distress. Her own cast half hidden beneath over sized sweat pants. She had no real need for crutches or anything else, not when she could fly.

*

"T'ank you." Remy says with a soft kindly bow in return to Jhiao, though he continues to rely on his cane. Taking a seat at the island, Remy leans his cane against the wall beneath the counter top, though he frowns and seems to be avoiding eye contact or any conversation with Lorna.

Yeah, he's being quite childish, but she did drop a canon on his foot and he hasn't gotten so much as an apology.

Of course he doesn't know about her recent events, nor her own broken leg. "Wait, Ah should know you, huh? Ah'm sorry d'e pain killers 'ave been treatin' me quite well…"

*

Jhiao fetches another large mug of water for herself and drinks slowly while watching over her foot, and Remy as he enjoys it. It's spicy, and tasty. She really has done a good job. She bobs her head. "Yes. You know me." she offers, without explaining, without giving her name. How mean!

*

Lorna glanced side long at Remy, her brows furrowing as she noted his broken leg. Only vague memories of what Malice had done while in her body reminded her that it was in part, her fault. She swallowed hard, and she shook her head slowly. "I know her name and I'm on those same pain killers Remy." She murmured softly, and got up to put the empty bowl into the skin for later. She floated her way back to her stool and settled once more.

*

"This is delicious." Remy reports as he dives into the rice and chicken as if he hasn't eaten in a few days. Which, honestly isn't totally inaccurate. "Ah… Li… right?" The cajun asks as he looks up from his plate and seemingly ignored Lorna, yet the man asks something quietly, in a hushed tone towards the verdant colored woman. "Were ya really possessed?" The cajun asks.

*

Lorna shifted on the bar stool as she tried to get comfortable, propping her chin up with her hands as she fought back the urge to heave yet another sigh. She was exhausted and felt miserable on more than one level. Green eyes slid back toward Remy and she lofted a brow upwards as she looked at him sideways. "If you mean some psionic mutant played me like a sock puppet, then yes. I was."

*

"Li was my Sifu." the young woman answers. "I am Jhiao. But most here know me as Cloud." Yes. Cloud. The leopard with the X-service vest that wanders around and randomly (or maybe not so randomly) snuggles with kids and adults having a difficult time. And has taken, the last two weeks, to curling up around Aurora's incubator and purring at the little girl. "Glad you like the food, Monsieur."

*

"Ah like every food." The cajun replies with a smirk as his eyes light up, "Ah, Cloud! Forgive me." Remy says as he lifts his hand and leans over to pat Jhiao on top of her head as if that was something normal people did.

"So, … Ah'm glad y're feelin' bettah Lorna. Ya seemed … Ah dunno." He doesn't know what she seemed like. More fun wouldn't be the smartest thing the cajun could say in the moment.

*

Lorna glanced at the young woman, who spent more time as a feline, but still. Was a fantastic cook. She offered another small smile toward Jhiao as the woman corrected Remy gently with what her name was. Green eyes were amused faintly at that, but that humor died as she glanced back at the Cajun with a raised brow. "It's okay, not many people seemed to notice that something was off. She had my memories. Knew everything I knew. She just didn't give a shit about Aurora or Marcos.. or how my wedding got trashed.. Or cared about the future. Because for Malice, everything was going really freakin' well." She snorted and rolled her eyes.

"She dropped that cannon on your leg, Remy. And she flirted with you on and off. So yeah. We're a little different."

*

Jhiao does not seem to take offense at the patting. But then again, one wonders if she would actually let that show, given how stringently polite she behaves. "I should find others who need food. Please, eat, enjoy. I will return." she offers, nodding once to Remy, again to Lorna. Then she walks over, lightly resting her hand on the normally green-haired woman's hand, briefly. "Knew. Cared. Could not do much. Very sorry. I will return to Aurora after everyone has been fed." And then she is gone.

*

"Ah appreciate ya Cloud." The cajun says as he takes another large forkfull of food and crams it into his mouth. He gives the cat-woman a wave after lifting his hand.

Then Remy slowly turns his head back to Lorna, his black and red eyes showing off a deep sensation of betrayal and yet, he understands. He fooled around and fell in love. He fooled around and got his foot broken. It's been disaster after disaster since he's returned back to the mansion. "Lorna… Ah dunno what t'say. How am Ah supposed t'respond t'dat?"

*

Lorna offered the woman a small return smile, as she patted Lorna's hand in passing. "Thanks." She murmured, and sighed as her smile slid off her features once more as she and Remy were left alone in the kitchen once again. She arched a brow upwards, her lips twisting into a faint grimace. She sighed then, her figure leaning forward to prop her chin up with both hands, elbows resting against the counter.

"I really don't have much to say myself, Remy. Sorry, this chick that possessed me broke your leg? Hey, we're even now, my leg is broken too 'cause of the Hulk?" She offered a shrug and she sat up, pushing away from the counter.

"I dunno, what to say. It's not going to make your leg heal any faster."

*

"Ah know dat Lorna." Remy says, dropping his fork onto his plate with a glance towards Lorna, as if he was upset by her lack of confidence, "Ah jus wan' ya t'feel safe. Ah ain' here t'hurt ya or anyt'in'." Gambit says with a soft tone of voice. "Ya seem liked ya didn' know what ya wanted ya life t'be. Dat kinda uncertainty is hard t'live wit'."

*

The usually green haired mutant grimaced, her lips twisting into a thin line of pressure as she finally glanced his way fully. She let her hands sink back to her lap and she rolled her shoulders back. "I don't think I'll ever feel safe again, Remy. It's all an illusion anyways. There's always something." She muttered, her eyes ringed with shadows and no small amount of exhaustion.

"I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow, much less for the future. I can't make up my mind whether I can even be a mother to Aurora. I've put her in danger by merit of just being her mother by blood. There's a chance that she'd have a better life being raised by just about anyone else out there.."

*

"Ah doubt ya honestly believe dat." Remy says, standing up from his spot and grabbing his cane with one hand and his plate with the other, the cajun slowly walks towards Lorna and with a motion of his forehead, he asks, "May Ah sit next t'ya, I'm gonna be ya frien' one way o'anot'er mon ami."

*

Lorna's expression didn't lessen from the miserable twist it held, but she flapped a hand dismissively in the direction of the stool beside her as Remy asked. "If you want to. Go for it. You lent me your apartment the night before my wedding. I owe you for that small bit of sanity." She muttered and looked away, turning her gaze to the window opposite of them that opened up to the backyard.

"And I do mean that.. It struck me last night. Why my father didn't raise me. He was leader of the Brotherhood when I was born, every government out there wanted him dead. Still do.. If he'd tried to raise me? I doubt I'd have lived all that long. And he'd already lost a daughter.." Her voice grew distant.

"Abandoning me… probably ensured I survived…"

*

"You're not wrong." Remy says, the stool making an awful screech as he pulls it out to slowly fall onto it with his cane being propped against the side of the island again. "But ya missin' a rat'er important detail." With a glance towards the food that was made for him, Remy takes a slow bite to eat before the thief turns his head to look at Lorna, but she's busy looking outside and so he moves his hand to rest on her shoulder to try and draw her attention. "You're not Magneto. You're not wanted. You're the best, mos' qualified woman 'ere t'be a mot'er. Ah'd pick you firs' if I had a choice to be raised by anyone 'ere."

*

Lorna snorted and rolled her eyes as she glanced back his way as soon as he said, in a round about way, that she was right. Of course then he was offering a sympathetic ear and a pat and… well, she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm not Magneto. I'm just his daughter. I don't instill the kind of fear he does… I don't have that kind of power… And now the world knows it. They have my face plastered all over the international media and the internet. There's no way that his enemies won't try for me and Aurora. It's already happened…" She exhaled a breath.

"It's less about my ability to be a good mother or not, and more of the issue on whether or not I could keep her alive when there's so many people gunning for her."

*

"Again, ya not gettin' what Ah'm sayin'." Remy says, taking his hand back from her shoulder. "Ya relyin' on yourself too much. Y'got friends, allies, an' dhe X-men. Ya ain' gonna parent alone, and ya certainly ain' gonna abandon ya daughter. Ah won' let ya." The cajun says with a stern look in his eyes. Hard given the fact he's wearing a pair of grey sweats and looking like a bum. "Ah, an Aurora need ya t'believe in yaself, cause we both believe in ya."

*

Lorna pushed away from the counter top with a lifting of her figure into the air. She floated there, and then lowered herself an inch or so off the ground so it looked more or less like she was able to support her own weight. Though she decidedly wasn't. She pursed her lips and shook her head. "I learned something over the last few months, Remy. From how people here tried to make me choose between Genosha or my ties here. How that's all people wanted. For me to choose. To try to force me into what they wanted me to be. And when I couldn't or wouldn't, fit that mold they refused to come to my wedding. So no. I can't rely on people here. Or people in Genosha." Her lips twisted and her hands clenched.

"That's what I've learned after having gone through all the horseshit that I've suffered. I can't rely on friends and allies. They can still fail. Even if they don't mean to." Her voice was soft and tight.

"If I can't protect my daughter even from my own body, cause someone else took control?" She shook her head. "It just makes it all pointless, doesn't it?" She shrugged and sighed, making to go.

*

Remy doesn't try to stop Lorna from going. "Ah don' trust everyone, like I jus' asked ya to." The cajun looks down at his plate, ashamed to admit such a secret, but this woman needs something, or someone constant. He looks down as she floats up and he nods once to himself. Give her the choice. A sign of trust he can give her while granting her some idea of safety and the idea that he trusts her and can possibly proove to her that he cares about her and her baby.

"Here." The cajun says with a flick of his wrist and a key ring soars through the air, aimed with precision directly at Lorna's center of mass. It's a key. One of a kind. It's the the only key that unlocks Remy's secret apartment.

*

Lorna paused as if struck by the honesty in his admittance. In his agreement that yes, he doesn't trust people either. It wasn't what she expected. What she'd grown used to with those that occupied the mansion. Sweeping oaths and promises to be there for her baby. To protect Aurora. To help out however they could.. It was just as stark an admittance as any she'd heard.

Green eyes considered Remy as he flicked a key her way, her magnetic fields catching it without her even needing to lift a hand. She reached out, catching it mid spin and turned it over in her grip. Her brows shot upwards, a question there as she looked back to him.

*

"You don't trust everyone. Ah don' blame ya. Some o'em t'ink they shit don' stink. Place is off any an' all books. Y're certainly welcome t'get away o' move in d'ere, ah don' care. Whatevah's bes' fo' you." Remy says with a shrug. Alone time is important for mutants. An a place that no one knows about could be more than a chance for relief.

*

That brought a smile to Lorna's features, a small, honest one. And she tucked the key away into her pocket and her expression lost some of that hopeless edge. "Thanks.. I'll keep that in mind." She murmured, and glanced down at his casted leg.

"Let me know if you get sick of being stuck around here and want a lift anywhere, yeah?" She shoved her hands into her pockets then, and made to go with a nod.

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