Return of the Thieves
By: skyz
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men they belong to Marvel and Chris.
A/N: Hi all. This is my first attempt at X-Men and my first Storm and Gambit fic. Forgive my mistakes and I hope you enjoy. Skyz.
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Prologue-
Spring was in full force. The skies were blue and flowers of all kinds were in bloom. It was almost enough to make a man forget.
Forget what it was like to carry the shame of actions long past. To know your hand led to the deaths of hundreds and there wasn't a damn thing you could do about it.
No amount of spring's gone by or more to come would make him forget.
No matter how hard he tried it just wouldn't work. But you couldn't fault him for effort.
Taking a sip of his beer the mutant known as Gambit studied the comings and goings of the Xavier Institute for the Gifted high atop the roof.
The sun caused his red on black eyes to shine unnaturally and to the casual observer it appeared his eyes actually burned.
And perhaps they did, he mused with silent bitterness.
Who was to say they didn't?
"It is not like you to sulk so my friend."
He tried not to stiffen at the sound of her voice, but it was nigh near impossible.
Ducking his head so that his auburn hair shielded his face he gave a shrug.
"Not sulkin' ma petite," he mumbled wincing as even to his own ears he sounded insincere.
Ororo Munroe gave a long husky laugh as she joined him.
"Of course not… On you it's more of a dark brooding quality," she mocked lightly as she reached out.
Remy slanted a curious look at her as she took his bottle of beer and took a sip.
"Dis look like sulkin' to you chere? Watchin' de view is all. What you want with Remy's beer Stormy?" Throwing his head back he revealed his grinning face.
Sipping his beer she studied him a long moment before she placed the bottle at her side.
"It is not like you to be so depressed. I would ask what was bothering you but I know it would be futile. That said tell me what is bothering you? Might I be of some help?"
At Storm's concerned voice Remy felt the urge to spill his guts and tell her everything.
But the words wouldn't come and clenching his jaw he shook his head.
"Nothin's wrong with Remy," he said gravely.
They remained in silence for a few moments before Storm spoke again.
"I came out here to speak to you about something…" she paused as she glanced at him to gauge his mood. She wasn't used to seeing him like this.
Not even when he'd been upset when Rogue had gone off with Bobby.
When he turned to face her she smiled slightly.
"Some one approached me about something," she continued. "A certain jewel that's gone missing. They requested my services."
Remy turned his body so he was facing her completely.
"What's dis then? Thought you were out of de thievin' business ma petite?" He asked teasingly.
Giving a casual shrug Storm turned her gaze from his burning eyes.
"Of course as an X-Man it would not be proper but… Why can I not have a little bit of fun?" she asked at large with a wide grin.
Remy felt the first stirrings of excitement run through him as he heard her words.
"When dis need to happen chere?" he asked curiously rubbing a hand over his stubble ridden cheeks.
Meeting his eyes Storm rose slowly to her feet.
Stuck out her hand and waited for him to take it.
Hesitating a second only he took her slender hand and clasped it in his larger one.
Getting to his feet he waited for whatever Storm had in store.
"Now would do nicely," she replied and throwing her head back let loose a gust of wind that swept them off their feet and up into the air.
"Dis de way to travel non?" Remy asked as he let his body relax and mold itself to hers.
Storm's husky laughter was answer enough to his question.
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