Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men characters. The only character in this story that belongs to me is Cally, she is my own character who is part of the Brotherhood. This story takes place after the end of season 4. Rogue and Remy did go out at one point, but Remy refused to join the X-Men, so it ended. He has also come back to the Brotherhood house. This is a Lance/OC and eventually might be a Remy/OC fiction with implied Lance/Kitty and Remy/Rogue. So here's the *semi* beginning. It's going to be a bit out of order, but I can't always get it in the exact order I want on the first shot. So, now that I've done that little blurb, on with the story.
Cally walked around the Brotherhood house, half dancing through, and her medium length black and purple hair dancing along with her. She wore short denim shorts and a black tank top with dark purple gloves up to her elbows. She looked around the house, trying to find out if anyone was home. So far she had seen nobody. They all must be out, she thought. Wanda being somewhere with her father, Cally thought. Pietro, Toad, and Lance out shopping for something and she thought Blob was with them, but he had left earlier than the other three and brought a bigger backpack with him. Cally finally stopped dancing, walked back to her room to grab her book, the top on the pile in her room that she recognized as the "Unread" pile. Then, she danced back down the stairs, her favorite song playing through her headphones.
Cally sat on the couch in the Brotherhood rec room. Music blasting in her ears and a book in her hand, she put her feet up on the coffee table and started reading. She didn't know how long she had sat there, but she was nearly half way done with her book, which she had only started that day. She knew the first of the guys to bug her, other than Lance, that is, would end up on his back with something broken. As soon as she thought about it, she heard the door open followed by three sets of footsteps and a rush of wind. Great, Pietro, she thought. She looked up from her book to find him right next to her. "Hello Pietro. What can I do for you?" she asked in an icy tone, pulling her headphones off and putting them around her neck.
Pietro looked at her and sighed. "Ok, so Blob is off doing his 'strongest teen' thing, so he'll be gone for a bit, and we've got a tag along," he informed her, seeming to ignore her icy tone. Cally cocked her head, slightly confused. "Gambit," he said to answer her unasked question.
Cally looked to the door of the rec room, there she saw Gambit leaning against the door jam. "Hello," Gambit said with a nod to her. Cally smiled.
"Hey, ya crazy Cajun!" she said, dropping her book on the table and jumping up to walk to him. "Where ya been? I haven't seen you in months!" Gambit grinned at her response to his presense.
"I been about. Mostly in New Orleans, but that went down the drain, as I'm sure you'd have realized by the face that I'm here," Gambit said. Cally's grin widened. She hugged him gently, wrapping her small arms around his neck. Gambit hugged back, around her back. "Enough about me," Gambit said, pushing her to arm's length, "how 'bout you?"
Cally shrugged. "Same old, same old. You know, living here, making my way and all that crap," Cally said, her smile fading. She hated talking about herself. And most things never went well in her life, except Lance, that is.
Lance walked up the doorway. "Hey Cal," he greeted her. Cally smiled again while Gambit's smile faded quickly. He didn't know exactly what was going on between the two, but he knew there was something. Lance pulled Cally into a quick but compassionate kiss by wrapping one arm around her waist and then releasing her when the kiss was done.
Oh, that's what's going on between them, Gambit thought, Damn… There goes my chances, huh? Gambit grimaced unnoticeably. Cally put her hand on Lance's chest lightly, turning towards Gambit slightly.
She smiled at him as well. "So, staying long, Ga- I mean, Remy?" Cally asked. Remy's heart nearly exploded with joy. She had used his real name, that meant everything to him even though he didn't know why. It was so weird how he was around her. She made his heart beat faster and his head spin. He almost recognized this feeling. Only one other person had made him act like this. Rogue. Cally looked at him curiously. "You ok, Remy? You're being really quiet," she said, looking up at his face.
That's when Remy realized how much time he had spent thinking. Dammit Remy, respond you idiot! he yelled in his head. He looked at her. "That was the plan, if you guys will take me in," Remy finally responded, "and yeah, I'm fine, just thinking about some stuff."
Cally's eyes lit up. "Great! Uh, I mean, Lance, you don't have a problem with this, do you?" she asked. Lance took one look at her expression and then looked at Gambit. Lance sighed. As much as he wasn't Gambit's biggest fan, he knew that Cally liked Gambit as a friend. Only as a friend, Lance hoped. And he couldn't see Cally upset, Lance couldn't bear it.
"I—I don't see a problem with it," Lance said simply. Cally grinned, jumping into Lance's arms. Damn, maybe I should do stuff like this more often. I'm liking the result, Lance joked to himself. Lance put a hand on her back as she clung to him tightly.
Cally jumped down. "Come on, Remy, I'll take you up to a room," she said. She looked at Lance one last time, kissing his cheek, and then leading Remy upstairs. "There's an extra open room. I think it's your old room, but I'm not so good with memory. Come on," she said, grabbing Remy's arm and pulling him up the stairs. Cally laughed, causing Remy to laugh with her. Cally stopped them at the third door on the left in the upstairs hallway. "Here we are," she said, pushing the door open.
Remy smiled at the nearly bare room. "I think it'll work. It'll definitely do," he said. Cally punched him in the arm playfully. "Hey!" the Cajun exclaimed. "What in hell was that for?"
Cally shrugged. "I dun know, but it was fun," she said, punching him playfully again. Remy smiled, cowering away from her. Cally's gentle laugh subsided and she turned to leave.
"Wait, Cally. Where are you going?" Remy asked. Cally turned in the doorway gracefully.
"I'm going out with Lance tonight. And by tonight, I mean in about a half hour. I'd love to stay and help you unpack and stuff, but I gotta get ready. Sorry," Cally said with a shrug. Remy nodded in understanding. Cally turned to leave again, but she turned back on her own accord this time. "Remy?" Remy turned to the door, surprised she was still there. "I'm glad you're back," Cally said simply. She smiled once more and left completely. Remy looked up through his open door and listened closely. It sounded like the door next to his room had just shut.
So she had the room next to him. He thought. So who had the first room? He had a good guess, but he wasn't sure. He looked away from the open door and sat down on his bare bed. He stared down at the floor and gripped the foot board of the bed. He heard a set of footsteps come up the stairs and down the hall, stopping at his door. "Hey Gambit," Remy heard Lance say.
"Hello Lance. What can I do for you?" Remy asked, looking back to the door. Lance was leaning against the door jam, looking straight at Remy.
"Nothing really. I just need you to know some things. First thing, the only reason why I'm letting you back in this house is because it makes Cally happy. Second, one screw up and you're out, I'll explain to Cally someway. Third, I know you're probably still upset about Rogue, but you're the one who pushed away Cally's help. Finally, don't try anything stupid. We are involved in small mischief, nothing larger. We don't work for anyone, so don't try and recruit us for any big jobs because we're not interested. Got it?" Lance said, his eyes locked on Remy, searching for a reaction.
Remy nodded. "I got it. I understand. And I know that if I screw up, I'll be out. Wouldn't be the first time I've been sent out because of one mistake. I get it, Lance," Remy said almost as if he had planned it all out on his way there. The words just flowed out of him like silk.
Lance was taken aback by how calm Gambit was being. Lance had just set down rules that he almost knew that Gambit couldn't follow. But Lance recovered quickly. "Good," he said, almost like when a woman ended a fight. "Well, that's it. I'll see you, Gambit."
Gambit rolled his eyes. Of course they would see each other, they now lived in the same house. But just to be polite, Gambit gave Lance a quick wave. Lance looked at him for another second, and then walked out of the room, down the hall. By the length of time it took for the footsteps to stop and a door to close, Remy guessed that the first room in the hall, on the left belonged to Lance.
So, that's all for this chapter. I will continue if I get reviews. Please tell me how my writing is and if you like it, I'll keep writing from this story. I await your feedback.