Queen of Hearts

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The teens all groaned as Arya scooped up her winnings.

"Man, we'll never beat you Arya. Not with that pokerface of yours", Bobby said as Arya unconsciously shuffled the cards in her hands.

"Did I hear the word poker?" Logan asked walking into the game room, "What have I told you about gambling?"

She simply rolled her eyes.


That night, plagued by bad memories of home, she got up and went to the game room. She played a couple rounds of pool by herself. She suddenly heard a knocking on the door.

The front door.

She quietly padded to the front door and opened it.

A young man in a leather duster dropped to the ground in front of her.

The loud thud woke Piotr.

"Go get Logan or the Professor", she told him. She knelt down and placed the man's head in her lap.

When Logan and the Professor arrived, Charles noticed the look of young love in the girl's eyes.

She lovingly stroked the young man's hair.

Hank, who had followed Logan and the Professor, walked up to the couple. He knelt down next to them and took the man's pulse. "He'll be fine. Pretty banged up by the looks of it", Hank said, "But we should still take him to the lab".

Arya's grip tightened on the collar of the young man's leather duster. "I can heal him", she said, "Please".

"Let's just take him down to the lab", Hank said, "I can help you take care of him down there. Away from the noise". Hank took the young man from Arya's reluctant arms.

She looked at Charles before following Hank down to the lab.

"I assure you he will be fine my dear girl", Hank told her as Arya used her power to heal the cuts and bruises on the young man's face.

"What if he wakes up? He shouldn't be alone", she said.

Hank smiled knowingly and left the lab.

Arya's hands found the man's long brown hair. She gazed down at him and said softly, "Who are you?"


Remy woke up to the feeling of small hands running themselves through his hair. He opened his eyes.

At first the person was a fuzzy outline, but then developed into a pretty brunette with bright blue eyes.

She smiled when she realized he had woken up.

"Well don't you look like an angel?" he asked.

She blushed. "I found you. You passed out in front of me", she told him.

"Maybe I'll make it a habit of passing out in your beautiful arms", Remy said smiling.

Neither of them noticed Hank entering the lab. "Good morning Mister LeBeau", Hank said, "I hope Miss de Fleur kept you company".

"You didn't tell me you were French", Remy said.

"You didn't ask", she quipped.

"Beautiful and witty. Remy likes", Remy said.

"Well Mister LeBeau, I think you're healed enough to be released. Miss de Fleur will be your escort while you stay here", Hank said.

"Thanks furball", Remy said. Remy slid off the table and landed in front of Arya. "Remy LeBeau", he said.

"Arya de Fleur", Arya said, "Come on". She took his hand and pulled him into the elevator.

When they arrived, the hallways and corridors were flooded with students.

She dragged him outside to the courtyard.

The two spent all day just talking.

"Do you think you'll stay?" she asked him.

"I'm not gonna let you slip through my fingers, cher", he said. Remy leaned and kissed Arya.

Bobby and some of the other students came running over to them. "We heard you were a good poker player, maybe even better than Arya", Bobby said.

Remy looked over and Arya blushed. Remy's favorite card in his deck was the Queen of Hearts.

Arya was his Queen of Hearts come to life.