Title: Ice Cold Gumbo
Author: Ragni Mithrim
Part: 1/?
Copyright: Marvel Comics, ltd.
Main Pairing: Remy (Gambit) & Bobby (Iceman), Minor: Logan (Wolverine) & Hank (Beast)
Rating: T+ for language and general angst.
Summery: Set two years after the End of "Ice and Cajun Spice", Remy and Bobby go their separate ways. Two years later Remy returns to the mansion and find a lot of things have changed..including Bobby. Is it possible for them to ever return to the happy couple they were? R&R to find out! SLASH!
Disclaimer: They're Marvel's, I have not rights to them..doesn't mean I can't play with them, and I promise to give them back as I found them.
WARNING: Language, SLASH!!!!!!
Note: Lovingly beta'd by Motu1983 on Deviantart (dot) com.
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Chapter one: Fool
"Remy Please-"
"NON! No more! 'M done Cher. Done! Can' take dis no more!" Remy yelled, waving his hand between them, as if to cut the bond they have.
"Remy please just-"
"Non, Robert. please, Bobby. Don'. Don' cry f' dis fool Cajun." Remy shook his head and picked up the bag he had packed. Stalking out of what was their room, he didn't look back, not even when he heard Bobby drop to his knees, biting back tears.
"Just tell me what I did wrong.." he whispered, dropping his head to his chest in defeat.
As the sound of a motorcycle flying out of the garage and off the property rang through the grounds, Bobby got up and slammed the door shut, so hard the paintings on the first floor rattled in their places. There was no way he was going to give into his pain..He'd just..just pack up and move back into his old room.
Yeah, he'd do that, just..just as soon as the aching in his chest eased.
Remy..
#
(Two years later....)
The sound of a familiar motorcycle pulling into the drive of the mansion drew quite a crowd.
Remy pulled his helmet off and dragged his eyes over the crowd. He didn't expect Bobby to be there to greet him, hell he'd be lucky if Bobby even spoke to him.
Stormy, Scotty, Henri, Logan..Bon Dieu is dat Bobby?!
As Ororo descended upon him like a storm, he continued to stare at the man who was hanging at the back of the group with Logan.
He had grown at least three more inches and grew his sandy blonde hair out. He had glasses, and his blue eyes shone out brightly from under them. He had an earing in both of his ears, his left one almost filled with piercings.
Bobby turned to Hank who had said something and stuck his tongue out. He had also pierced his tongue. Oookaaay.
"Dieu, Stormy is dat Bobby?" he asked, as she pulled away and started leading him over to the group.
"Yes my brother..and Do not call me Stormy!"
"Why have I missed hearing that so much?" Scott asked, taking Remy's offered hand. He went around and said 'hi' to everyone, stopping when he reached Bobby. They were almost the same height now, and Remy just couldn't take his eyes off of him.
His black 'T' was one he recognized as his-I wondered where dat one got t'- and his jeans complimented him nicely.
"Hey." He forced out, noticing that Bobby was grinning at him.
"Hey Rem." he greeted, offering his hand, wanting to just hug the man. but that would be crossing a line, one Remy made sure he would never cross again. Remy took it and pulled Bobby to him briefly.
"Y' been takin' care o' y'self?"
"Yeah, Mom, what about you? Where the hell have you been? God do you know what it's like trying to live with Storm when you just up and disappear like that?" Bobby teased, trying to hide the pain that was still with him after all these years.
Do you know how much it hurt me, seeing you leave like that? How I still don't know what I did wrong wrong and I can't make it better...You drove off with my heart you idiot....God, I still Love you Remy...
Remy shook his head and moved back to Storm. Settling his arm around her shoulders he picked up his bag and let her take him through the house, introducing him to the new members he may or may not know.
#
Dinner that night was, as per it's usual, chaos. Those who were actually there-most opting to go out to eat most nights- wanted to know where Remy had been for the past two years.
"Ah, here an' dere."
And what he had been doing.
"Dis an' dat. Mostly Guild t'in's."
And with that the game of 20 million questions was dropped. No one wanted to accidentally cross some line and get something about the Guilds they weren't suppose to know.
"Has anyone seen Robert?" Hank asked, suddenly realizing that he was missing. "I haven't seen him since this afternoon..Come to think of it, he was suppose to stop by my office." Hank's brow furrowed and he shared a look with Scott. Remy saw that and something settled in the pit of his stomach.
"I think he said he had a date tonight, Blue." Jubilee remarked, not noticing the look the two men had shared. "I think he's seeing that guy we ran into at the mall..what's his name," Jubilee snapped her fingers a few times, trying to recall the man's name, "Christian."
Whatever had settled in the pit of Remy's stomach decided to start clawing at it. He tried to calm down, but it just didn't work. So he yawned, which caught everyone's attention. The Cajun almost never yawned.
"Desolee, mais, dis ol'e boy drove near twenty hours t' get 'ere. T'ink sleep might be a good idea." He yawned again and got up, stalking out of the room.
Once he reached his bedroom, some minutes later, he sighed shakily and thought about the real reason he had come back. Yeah he had missed seeing everyone and just wanted to come back, but...
He came to realize something while he was away.
He was an Idiot. He had everything going for him there, a life, friends, and a man who loved him, faults and all..and he ran away. Because he was scared.
So he told himself he wouldn't be in the situation he was if it weren't for Bobby..but really it wasn't Bobby's fault. Hell, how could it be? But he had to blame someone. And it was a hell of a lot easier to put it on someone else than himself.
Now y' know why everyone treated y' like shit after... Remy let out an involuntary shudder. He promised himself he'd never think about that again. Right. Like y' haven' been 'memberin' every night since y' left.
Flopping down on his bed, the Cajun tried to get some sleep. He hadn't been lying when he said he was tried, just not from the drive.
#
It couldn't have been more than a few minutes since he closed his eyes. But already he was back there. The cold, the white, the emptiness. He couldn't take it! Just...
Merde, why can' I die?! WHY?!
As Remy thrashed around and cried out softly, a body snuck down the hall, stilling in front of the Cajun's room. His cries were getting louder, if someone didn't step in everyone-or at least Logan- would be banging down his door.
Just..don't kill me for this Remy, he prayed silently as he tested the door handle. Unlocked. Some thief you are. Bobby mused, still trying to figure out what it was about the Cajun and not locking his door.
Entering he shut the door softly behind him. Crossing the room silent as a wraith he sat hesitantly at the edge of the Cajun's bed. The one they used to share.
No, now's not the time. Besides, he doesn't want you..at least not any more....made that clear when he left two years ago..
Bobby gently set a hand on a shaking shoulder and was surprised when the shaking body actually turned into his touch. Usually Remy'd flinch away. Hm, must not be one of those nightmares.
"Rem. Hey, Rem, c'mon wake up. It's alright. You're safe here." he whispered, drawing the freezing body to him. It had to be at least seventy degrees in there, how the hell could he be-- damn.
"Come on Rem. 'S'okay, you're back. You're not on the ice. C'mon Babe. I know you can hear me, come back.'' he crooned, tightening his grip around Remy.
Slowly the shaking and soft whimpers stopped. "That's it. Come on. Come back. 'S'alright Rem, just come back."
Black on red eyes blinked awake as a soft voice calmed him and a warm body rocked him. His sleep fogged mind had yet to assosicate the voice with Bobby. With a muffled sigh he leaned back into the body and dropped his shield slightly to see who it was.
He audibly gasped when he felt the compassion, the affection and more importantly, the love that was pouring off of the solid body behind him. "bobby?" he questioned as the man let go and started to leave.
"I'm sorry, but you were..I just wanted to..I'm sorry." he muttered as he fled Remy's room, face baking. Oh Remy'd really hate him now, but he just couldn't get over how it felt to hold him in his arms again.
I'd sell my soul just to have him forgive me for whatever it was I did.
#
Remy was still in shock when he heard the door next to his slam shut and a body flop onto the bed that was obviously sharing a wall. His head was reeling from feelings that were still there. He must have felt wrong but...his empathy never lied before. Bobby still loved him, after all these years.
Oh LeBeau, y're a fool!
