She was seated by the lake, her feet creating gentle ripples in the cool still water. From a distance he could see her…the moonlight illuminating her features. She looked so beautiful. He could feel her smiling for he knew she was at peace now, away from the demands of the others and the expectations of being the co-leader of the group. She was in Tranquility, in her own world. Yet he still needed to talk to her.
For weeks he had been trying to get a hold of her, talk to her…tell her how he felt. He wanted to apologize to her for not knowing. Not knowing that it had been her all this while. He had failed her, he had failed to notice. Notice how beautiful she looked even when she just woke up, how hot she looked after her work at her green house, even if she was covered up in weeds and dirt. How could he have missed the look in her eyes when she sounded surprised or when she laughed along with Bobby or the stern look she gave him anytime he pissed her off? Had it taken him this long to realize that he was falling for her? He shook his head in amazement.
Few weeks ago she was just Ororo Munroe the co leader of the X-men, a goddess. He was blindly in love with another, who completely used him. She had taken him for granted and made her his bait to get another man jealous. When he found out, his world crumbled, and he did the first thing that came to his mind. He fled. Away from the people that would remind him of the excruciating pain he was suffering because of her.
However, like always, he couldn't stay away for long. After the unsuccessful search for answers to his questionable past, he decided on returning to the place that would always welcome him back in. Ororo was the first person he saw, and without reluctance, welcomed him with a warm embrace. From then on, they shared many stories together, laughed together and got to respect each other more. It was also during this period that he found himself growing fond of her. But he didn't understand the goddess completely. He was scared, scared because he didn't know how she felt about him. However each time their eyes met, he fell…no matter how hard he tried; he couldn't stop thinking about her.
Today he had ceased the opportunity. After dinner, she had excused herself telling everyone she was going for a short walk. He had quietly followed her. Now was his time. It was now or never.
He followed her through the forest, making sure that a suitable distance was kept between them, not wanting to throw her off guard. When she got to the lake, he stopped a few feet behind her, a blueberry bush hiding him from her sight.
Now was the time, he told himself. He straightened himself and was about to walk towards her when he heard someone call her name. He retreated immediately.
"Ororo!!"
What is he doing here??
"Remy?" she quickly stood up to face the Cajun.
Too quickly, he thought. He opted to watch and see what was happening. He didn't like what he was seeing so far. Remy being there meant only trouble.
Remy approached her and held her close. They were talking low, and it pissed him off that he could still hear them.
"Chere, Remy wants to talk."
Yeah, Cajun…me too.
"No, need talking anymore, Remy. I…I…am sorry." She was avoiding his eyes.
Sorry about what? What was she sorry about?
"Mais non!" the Cajun exclaimed.
"I am, Remy…"
"Stormy…"
Don't call her that she fucking hates it!
"Don't call me that…please." She tried to push away from him.
That's my girl.
" Mon Dieu...LISTEN TO REMY!" he raised his voice, but Ororo continued to struggle free from his grip.
He is holding her tighter…I should intervene…but she would hate me for it.
"I love you, Chere!"
She stopped immediately.
"I love you!" he repeated it again, his voice…a pitch higher. Looking into her eyes…he was smiling.
Fuck! The Cajun was in love with her too…and I thought this was platonic.
"Remy…"
"Remy, loves you. Not like a friend or a brother. Remy loves you chere…always has, always will." He was pulling her closer.
Damn third person speaking fool. He looked at the two, the moon illuminating their shadows. The ball was now in Ororo's hands. He felt his heart falling.
"What about…Ro…" Remy didn't let her speak, pulling her close to him. His lips met hers and they kissed.
Nooo!
She turned away. Not looking into his eyes.
"Remy talk to ha. Ain't nothing gonna work btwn us no more."
Fucking Liar!
"Don't say that Remy…you're just going to hurt me. Like him." She pulled away from him, this time he let her go. She didn't want another Forge story. She was done with all the hurt. "You will always be hers…"
There is still a chance…for me.
"Jesis! Ororo! Why you dis way?"
"What way?" her voice sounded bitter. "You think I am not saying the truth? You think I don't know? That all you want is to fuck me and when you are done with me you will leave me for…"
"Shut up, Ro!"
I call her Ro…Cajun scum! He was smiling now, there is a chance.
"No…you shut up Remy! Shut up with your lies!! Don't use me!! Don't! Be my friend…but don't do this." She was holding back her tears.
"Stormy, you gon say you don't feel what I feel??" he hit his chest, hard and looked at her wildly. "I've always loved you…always."
"Don't say that…please." She covered her face and walked away.
He watched her leave…it was the second time he had let her go. "DON'T HIDE IT STORMY!" Remy yelled after her, watching her disappear in the night, glancing down at the lake he lit himself a cigarette and walked in the opposite direction.
"She loves me!" he said to no one in particular. Singing an old French hymn as he faded into the night.
Behind the blueberry bush he sat, pissed off by his revelation. So the Cajun loves Ro. What about Ro? Did she love him? She kissed him. But it was different… He lit his cigar. The plan to tell Ororo how he felt about her had failed drastically. Today, he discovered that he had a rival.
Gambit… of all people!
Everyone knew they were close, he hadn't expected that the Cajun would have fallen too.
What was Ororo sorry about in the first place?
He shook his head in disbelieve inhaling the thick smoke of his pricey Havana cigar.
He was confused, what were her true feelings for the Cajun? Was he too late?
He decided that it wasn't too late. Ororo still didn't know how he felt about her.
I'm not gonna tell her how I feel about her, but I'm sure gonna keep her safe and clear from that Cajun charm.
He smiled to himself. With time, she will make a choice.
Fair enough. But one thing is for sure, he wasn't going to let Ororo Munroe slip away from him easily.
Not without a fight, Logan. Not… without… a fight.