"My, My, what do we have here?"

My hands gripped hold of Wolfy, any pup would have let out a little squeak (but this boys a man), the moment I caught sight of the sonofabitch and all the joy of this my new home flew out the window.

(remembering names is going to be a bitch)

"What the hell are you doing here, Remy?"

If my new leader hadn't already taken his arm back, with a blush slowly spreading, I would have crushed it the moment my ears head that accent coming my way with a few 'cheres' just for me.

"I'm apart of your little team here, ready to put some spandex on, chere. Just ask the bossman, I'm here to stay."

A list of all the pretty boys I've hand wrapped around my finger can go on for miles (and Peter thinks he was number one, moron) but there are only a handful of men that have had me under their spells and Gambit was one of a kind.

(that son of a bitch Sylar doesn't even come second)

"Don't you look at me like that, El, we need him on our side you should know that most of all. Now be a good sport and welcome Gambit into our band of mismatched soldiers."

I knew that this little spat of ours was over, don't worry there is so many more of them to come (with Remy there is no way of knowing), because it's not smart to go against the big bad boss and this is said from gallons of experience.

(which hurt like hell the next day)

"Fine, but I'm not going to be happy about it, not even a little."

A good pout and a stomp of my brand new pair of heels (that set back Wofly back quite a lot) got across that just because I was caving this time doesn't mean I will do it ever again.

(this was something very and I mean very rare)

"You'll be eating those words, coming from those oh-so pretty lips of yours, before you can say 'chere'."

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"The parade of pretty boys never ends, does it Elle?"

On our little tour, it didn't include my room which he was begging to find (trust me he would find it sooner or later), it did not help that we ran into Scott who he knew was the most recent name on my ongoing list.

(before he came little Johnny boy was up next)

"Who the hell is he?"

Green was filling both of their faces, still oh-so pretty even with sneers lining their lips (and my hands glowing ready to break them up) and it was clear that these two were not going to be the best of friends.

(which means Wolfy would be his best)

"Number one of her little list and trust me not even that pretty face of yours will change that."

Before this could explode into something more, Gambit pulling out his many queens and kings in my name ('that's what get, chere, for being so damn cute'), I pulled him along before the whole 'mine is bigger' thing got started once again.

"Watch those pretty fingers of yours, honey, I may love to kiss them but they do have a shocking bite."

And instead of giving him a taste of the pain he's been missing I finally gave in and kissed those smirking lips of his that have been waiting so patiently for me.

"Now it's about time, El."

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Years Ago:

"I'm Remy at your service. Aren't you a little slip of a chere, and your name would be?"

Everyone of daddy's many guests, all kinds of shapes, sizes, and species, always were armed with smirk after smirk but this one had something wonderful behind his.

(much better then all those 'the better to eat you with my dear' smirks)

"Elle, Elle Bishop. Don't forget the name, Remy, or I'll hurt you."

My smirk was a match to his, mine with damaged brain cells, daddy issues, and lightning behind it, as I slipped my own hand in his and welcomed him into my life with a shock.

"Don't worry, El, that would be a very hard thing to do."

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