"Alright chyall," said the Cajun. "Who wants to play a game wit Remy?"
"I'm in," said Jubilee and Dazzler at the same time.
"Let me see you shuffle," said Piotr.
"No prob, homme" Remy did some trick shuffling, sending the cards in intricate arches and keeping them all in line. "Whatchyou tink?" Remy asked with a cocky smile.
"Do you haf any udder nick names?" the Russian asked again.
"Well. . . Mebee Remy sometimes called Nawlins LeBeau."
"I am not playing." Everyone looked at Piotr and he explained. "My father taught me two things about playing cards. Try not to play vit vone who trick shuffles, and Never gamble vit somevone nicknamed after a geographical location."
"Dats good tinkin homme," Remy smirked. "But dis jes a friendly game. C'mon, who in?"
"I'm in," said Scott Summers tersely.
"Bon, 'ow bout you mon frere?" Remy asked Alex. Scott growled under his breath.
"sure, why not." Alex sat down next to Dazzler who smiled sweetly at him.
"Can I play Remy?" Jean asked putting her arms around him as she walked up from behind.
"Much as Remy love you chere, non."
"Why not." Jean fake pouted, just to play with her Cajun.
"'Cause, Remy's daddy teach him, neva' play wit someone 'oo reads people betta den you."
"Hmm . . . Good point."
"Mebee Remy let you in when d'game get more interestin'.
"I'll watch till then." She pulled up a chair between Scott and Remy.
"'Ow bout you Azure?" Remy said to Kurt.
"Nein, I am no good at gambling."
"Ah'll play." Rogue pulled her own chair in, and caused Jubilee, who was on her right, to scoot down a little more than she might have needed.
"Dis look like a good game to Remy." He dealt the cards around the table, to Scott, Alex, Dazzler, Jubilee, (Kitty was busy at the moment with extra homework), and Rogue. Alex, Allison, and Jubilee had horrible poker faces, and kept giving themselves away. Scott's glasses gave him an advantage in that Remy couldn't read his eyes. Rogue's face was, as always, expressionless. The only time she bothered with an expression was when Kurt put his hand on her shoulder.
They played for seven hands without betting money. Scott often changed his mind with a fairly dreamy expression on his face in the middle of his plays. The reason for this was that Jean was helping him. No matter who she was dating, Scott was still her best friend. At the end of the eighth hand Remy said, "'Ow 'bout we make dis more interestin'?"
"What are you thinking Swamp Rat?" asked Scott. Alex nudged his brother, but said nothing. It was well known that Scott and Remy didn't get a long. It was also well known that they only had one thing in common; Alex looked up to them both.
"Remy tinkin' dat de winnah o' every hand get to ask someone at de table to take off one piece of clotin'."
"Erm . . . I don't think I'm in for this," said Jubilee.
"Come one Jubes!" begged Dazzler.
"Yeah, C'mon Petite. It be simple fun. 'sides, Remy gon' let his Cherie play, so de tables, dey might be turnin'."
"Oh, alright," she relented.
"This is a little to daingerous fer me ta play. Kurt, whah don't you take mah place. I'm headed ta bed."
"Alright," Kurt said. "Gute Nacht." He said as she walked away. He bamfed into her seat and smiled his unique fanged smile.
Jean pulled her chair to the table and said, "So I'm in this hand?"
"Definitely Cherie, and you gon be wearin' less when you leave de table."
"Hmmm . . ." Jean hummed in mock thought, "Now do I want me or you to win?"
"I'm outta this." Scott said as he stood up and stormed off.
Half an hour later Every one had lost at least their shoes and the following were the standings. Kurt had his shorts and boxers still on, Alex was in his T-shirt, and boxers, Jean was in just her large dress shirt and socks and underwear, Jubilee and was in her underwear and skirt, Dazzler was in her shorts and underwear. Nothing "naughty" had yet been revealed but by far the closest was Remy, who sat in only his boxers.
"Full House!" Jean called with satisfaction as she laid the cards on the table. She grinned evilly at Remy.
"C'mon cherie, don chyall wanna see wear de fur en' on Azure?"
"Boxers. Now." She demanded.
"Aw, but dis put Remy out de game." His pleas fell on deaf ears. She shook her head and pointed at his boxers. Remy stood and said, "Aight, but 'member, Remy jes doin dis for his cherie." With that he threw the card he had been holding at the table, and it exploded giving off volumes of smoke. When it finally cleared, every one could see Jean laughing hysterically and they all began to "whoop" scandalously. The reason was that in Jean's lap were the boxer shorts that Remy had been wearing before he disappeared.
The next morning Remy got a stern lecture from Mr. Forge regarding the molding of impressionable minds such as Alex and the girls. What Remy didn't know was that in another part of the building a conversation was being held regarding him.
"But Professor, you can't just toss him!" Jean pleaded. "He is one of the strongest members of the team."
"I understand Jean, but unless his grades come up to par, I am afraid I will need to ban Remy from participating in X-Men activity." The Professor looked at the two students in front of him; Jean Grey and Scott Summers. While Jean was upset about Remy's possible Removal, Scott was barely containing his glee.
"What if he is just having some problem he doesn't want to tell anybody about? Couldn't we just kinda . . . Peek?" Jean, unlike Scott, thought that Remy's talents were of invaluable help to the team.
"Jean, I know you have feelings for Mr. LeBeau, but the fact is that he is not pulling his grades, and those must be first priority. I have told you two because you are the team leader, and his closest friend. I hope that you can somehow influence him. I am sorry, but you have two weeks to illicit some change in Mr. LeBeau or he is off the X-Men."
As Jean and Scott walked out, Jean turned to Scott, who quickly wiped away his smile, and said, "Try not to hurt yourself jumping for joy." With that she stormed off.
"Remy!" she called when she found him.
"Wheh ya'll at cherie?" Remy greeted her as he always did.
"I'm fine, but Remy we need to talk."
"Uh oh, dat don sound good." They sat on a near by couch.
"Remy," she began. "Are you having problems with your school work?"
"Dats what you wan talk to Remy bout? School work? Remy taut dis was important."
"It is Remy." She said sternly. "If you don't pull your grades up in two weeks, then Prof. Xavier is going to take you off the X-Men."
Remy's black and red eyes went wide, "Non, he can' do dat. Who be dere to protect you and de petites?" he stood in anger.
"Remy you can stay on, all you have to do is bring your grades up." She took his hand, but he pulled away. She focused and then said, "Remy what are you hiding?"
"You probin' me Chere?" he turned on her with an angry expression on his face.
"I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong Remy." She explained.
"Don't go peekin' in Remy's head Jean." This was not a request or a recommendation. For the first time since she had met him, he had given her a point blank, dead-serious command.
"Why? What are you hiding from me?" she pleaded.
"You won' like what you find." He turned and was walking out of the room when she called, "I thought you cared about me. I thought you trusted me. But I guess I'm just another little tryst, another check mark in the famous Remy LeBeau's score book."
Remy stopped and turned, "Fine chere. You wan' know what Remy hidin?"
"Yes Remy, I do."
"Fine, here yo' laugh; Remy cain' read." With that said he turned and walked right out. He made it to the room he shared with Scott before he was confronted.
"Hey Swamp Thing!" Scott yelled to get him to stay.
"Listen Summers, Remy not in de' mood right now to deal wit' you. So back off, o' Remy gonn' do some'tin dat make Jean hate him."
"Coward," Scott said simply.
Remy rounded on him and grabbed him by the throat. "What you say?"
"Jean told me what you said. If that's true you should have told somebody. We could help you."
"Das rich comin' from you. De las' t'in you wanna do is help Remy." He turned and was walking away.
"If you give up Jean and Alex are mine." Remy stopped. He turned to look at him. "we aren't that different," Scott continued. "We care about the same people. We are both leaders. The difference is, when I had a problem with my eyes I got help."
"How you know it de' eyes?" Remy asked. He took a seat on his bed across from Scott.
"Just in the way you treat them. The way they look. It was a wild guess. Listen, you aren't the only one who came here with serious problems. When Peter came here, he could barely read Russian, let alone speak English. The Professor worked with him and Peter is reading both now. When I came I had had my eyes shut for five months. Also I can't see the color red. I cant see Jean's hair. We all have problems, Kurt has a hyper speed metabolism, and Rouge . . . well you know. We get help and we move on. It's the other side of evolution; adaptation."
"I'm in," said Jubilee and Dazzler at the same time.
"Let me see you shuffle," said Piotr.
"No prob, homme" Remy did some trick shuffling, sending the cards in intricate arches and keeping them all in line. "Whatchyou tink?" Remy asked with a cocky smile.
"Do you haf any udder nick names?" the Russian asked again.
"Well. . . Mebee Remy sometimes called Nawlins LeBeau."
"I am not playing." Everyone looked at Piotr and he explained. "My father taught me two things about playing cards. Try not to play vit vone who trick shuffles, and Never gamble vit somevone nicknamed after a geographical location."
"Dats good tinkin homme," Remy smirked. "But dis jes a friendly game. C'mon, who in?"
"I'm in," said Scott Summers tersely.
"Bon, 'ow bout you mon frere?" Remy asked Alex. Scott growled under his breath.
"sure, why not." Alex sat down next to Dazzler who smiled sweetly at him.
"Can I play Remy?" Jean asked putting her arms around him as she walked up from behind.
"Much as Remy love you chere, non."
"Why not." Jean fake pouted, just to play with her Cajun.
"'Cause, Remy's daddy teach him, neva' play wit someone 'oo reads people betta den you."
"Hmm . . . Good point."
"Mebee Remy let you in when d'game get more interestin'.
"I'll watch till then." She pulled up a chair between Scott and Remy.
"'Ow bout you Azure?" Remy said to Kurt.
"Nein, I am no good at gambling."
"Ah'll play." Rogue pulled her own chair in, and caused Jubilee, who was on her right, to scoot down a little more than she might have needed.
"Dis look like a good game to Remy." He dealt the cards around the table, to Scott, Alex, Dazzler, Jubilee, (Kitty was busy at the moment with extra homework), and Rogue. Alex, Allison, and Jubilee had horrible poker faces, and kept giving themselves away. Scott's glasses gave him an advantage in that Remy couldn't read his eyes. Rogue's face was, as always, expressionless. The only time she bothered with an expression was when Kurt put his hand on her shoulder.
They played for seven hands without betting money. Scott often changed his mind with a fairly dreamy expression on his face in the middle of his plays. The reason for this was that Jean was helping him. No matter who she was dating, Scott was still her best friend. At the end of the eighth hand Remy said, "'Ow 'bout we make dis more interestin'?"
"What are you thinking Swamp Rat?" asked Scott. Alex nudged his brother, but said nothing. It was well known that Scott and Remy didn't get a long. It was also well known that they only had one thing in common; Alex looked up to them both.
"Remy tinkin' dat de winnah o' every hand get to ask someone at de table to take off one piece of clotin'."
"Erm . . . I don't think I'm in for this," said Jubilee.
"Come one Jubes!" begged Dazzler.
"Yeah, C'mon Petite. It be simple fun. 'sides, Remy gon' let his Cherie play, so de tables, dey might be turnin'."
"Oh, alright," she relented.
"This is a little to daingerous fer me ta play. Kurt, whah don't you take mah place. I'm headed ta bed."
"Alright," Kurt said. "Gute Nacht." He said as she walked away. He bamfed into her seat and smiled his unique fanged smile.
Jean pulled her chair to the table and said, "So I'm in this hand?"
"Definitely Cherie, and you gon be wearin' less when you leave de table."
"Hmmm . . ." Jean hummed in mock thought, "Now do I want me or you to win?"
"I'm outta this." Scott said as he stood up and stormed off.
Half an hour later Every one had lost at least their shoes and the following were the standings. Kurt had his shorts and boxers still on, Alex was in his T-shirt, and boxers, Jean was in just her large dress shirt and socks and underwear, Jubilee and was in her underwear and skirt, Dazzler was in her shorts and underwear. Nothing "naughty" had yet been revealed but by far the closest was Remy, who sat in only his boxers.
"Full House!" Jean called with satisfaction as she laid the cards on the table. She grinned evilly at Remy.
"C'mon cherie, don chyall wanna see wear de fur en' on Azure?"
"Boxers. Now." She demanded.
"Aw, but dis put Remy out de game." His pleas fell on deaf ears. She shook her head and pointed at his boxers. Remy stood and said, "Aight, but 'member, Remy jes doin dis for his cherie." With that he threw the card he had been holding at the table, and it exploded giving off volumes of smoke. When it finally cleared, every one could see Jean laughing hysterically and they all began to "whoop" scandalously. The reason was that in Jean's lap were the boxer shorts that Remy had been wearing before he disappeared.
The next morning Remy got a stern lecture from Mr. Forge regarding the molding of impressionable minds such as Alex and the girls. What Remy didn't know was that in another part of the building a conversation was being held regarding him.
"But Professor, you can't just toss him!" Jean pleaded. "He is one of the strongest members of the team."
"I understand Jean, but unless his grades come up to par, I am afraid I will need to ban Remy from participating in X-Men activity." The Professor looked at the two students in front of him; Jean Grey and Scott Summers. While Jean was upset about Remy's possible Removal, Scott was barely containing his glee.
"What if he is just having some problem he doesn't want to tell anybody about? Couldn't we just kinda . . . Peek?" Jean, unlike Scott, thought that Remy's talents were of invaluable help to the team.
"Jean, I know you have feelings for Mr. LeBeau, but the fact is that he is not pulling his grades, and those must be first priority. I have told you two because you are the team leader, and his closest friend. I hope that you can somehow influence him. I am sorry, but you have two weeks to illicit some change in Mr. LeBeau or he is off the X-Men."
As Jean and Scott walked out, Jean turned to Scott, who quickly wiped away his smile, and said, "Try not to hurt yourself jumping for joy." With that she stormed off.
"Remy!" she called when she found him.
"Wheh ya'll at cherie?" Remy greeted her as he always did.
"I'm fine, but Remy we need to talk."
"Uh oh, dat don sound good." They sat on a near by couch.
"Remy," she began. "Are you having problems with your school work?"
"Dats what you wan talk to Remy bout? School work? Remy taut dis was important."
"It is Remy." She said sternly. "If you don't pull your grades up in two weeks, then Prof. Xavier is going to take you off the X-Men."
Remy's black and red eyes went wide, "Non, he can' do dat. Who be dere to protect you and de petites?" he stood in anger.
"Remy you can stay on, all you have to do is bring your grades up." She took his hand, but he pulled away. She focused and then said, "Remy what are you hiding?"
"You probin' me Chere?" he turned on her with an angry expression on his face.
"I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong Remy." She explained.
"Don't go peekin' in Remy's head Jean." This was not a request or a recommendation. For the first time since she had met him, he had given her a point blank, dead-serious command.
"Why? What are you hiding from me?" she pleaded.
"You won' like what you find." He turned and was walking out of the room when she called, "I thought you cared about me. I thought you trusted me. But I guess I'm just another little tryst, another check mark in the famous Remy LeBeau's score book."
Remy stopped and turned, "Fine chere. You wan' know what Remy hidin?"
"Yes Remy, I do."
"Fine, here yo' laugh; Remy cain' read." With that said he turned and walked right out. He made it to the room he shared with Scott before he was confronted.
"Hey Swamp Thing!" Scott yelled to get him to stay.
"Listen Summers, Remy not in de' mood right now to deal wit' you. So back off, o' Remy gonn' do some'tin dat make Jean hate him."
"Coward," Scott said simply.
Remy rounded on him and grabbed him by the throat. "What you say?"
"Jean told me what you said. If that's true you should have told somebody. We could help you."
"Das rich comin' from you. De las' t'in you wanna do is help Remy." He turned and was walking away.
"If you give up Jean and Alex are mine." Remy stopped. He turned to look at him. "we aren't that different," Scott continued. "We care about the same people. We are both leaders. The difference is, when I had a problem with my eyes I got help."
"How you know it de' eyes?" Remy asked. He took a seat on his bed across from Scott.
"Just in the way you treat them. The way they look. It was a wild guess. Listen, you aren't the only one who came here with serious problems. When Peter came here, he could barely read Russian, let alone speak English. The Professor worked with him and Peter is reading both now. When I came I had had my eyes shut for five months. Also I can't see the color red. I cant see Jean's hair. We all have problems, Kurt has a hyper speed metabolism, and Rouge . . . well you know. We get help and we move on. It's the other side of evolution; adaptation."