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A/N: There will be some language in the story. I'm still trying to figure out Remy's accent so please bear with me. More specifically I'm still trying to figure out how write how Remy would say "Here."
So FYI, during Remy's dialogue he' = here
If you have any suggestions on how I can better portray Remy's accent, please feel free to let me know
Chapter 2: Three Short of a Royal Flush
"Bon jour, professeur," Remy greeted nervously. He was not expecting to have to be so close to a telepath so soon, and for a period as long as a trip to Bayville. On top of that, Remy was at a loss as to what else he was supposed to say.
"I hope Fury didn't treat you too poorly," Xavier tried to read his fellow passenger. Tense was a gentle way of putting the way Remy appeared.
"Of course not, we're amis," Remy snorted sarcastically. He pulled his deck of cards out and started cutting the deck in one of his hands. It relieved some of the tension gripping his muscles, "I take it he explained our little accord."
Xavier intertwined his fingers and nodded, "To a certain extent. He was scarce on the details."
"Avec, ya know mo' den he told ya," Remy pointing to his head, knowing the nature of telepaths. Xavier nodded.
"Just enough to be certain his activities wouldn't endanger anyone at the institute," Xavier clarified, "Now that we're on the subject, while you are living at the institute you need to be aware of some rules."
Remy groaned, "He' we go…" This triggered a glare from Xavier.
"You got yourself into this ditch, Remy. You are going to have to accept the consequences of your actions, good or bad," Xavier scolded, "Now some basic rules. Firstly, I don't doubt Fury is going to have you doing some things of questionable legality. When you are not working for Fury, you are forbidden from engaging in illegal activities. Trust me there are plenty at the institute who will be able to tell if you have. Understood?"
"What activities would dat include, professeur?" Remy asked, again another glare, "Okay, stupid question."
Remy was on thin ice as it was. He decided it would be better if he didn't push anyone's limits right now. He listened attentively as Xavier listed out the over-arching rules of the institute. They covered rules on drinking, conduct, rules concerning the opposite sex (which Remy saw coming from a mile away). He could kiss the majority of his old life good-bye, at least for as long as he was under Nick Fury's thumb. In the long run it was, without argument, much better than the alternative that awaited him in a state penitentiary. That would be the worst place for someone like Remy. The events of his life and his disposition would make him a target as soon as he entered the system. For one, he'd be a target for being a mutant. Next to that, he had made plenty of enemies over the years and prison was a killing ground for a man with enemies. At that thought, Remy considered all Xavier's rules a small price to pay.
"I'll try to behave," Remy said mischievously, under the composure he displayed he was praying to God that he could. He unrolled his window, pulled out a personally rolled cigarette and lit it with a zippo lighter. He took a drag and blew the smoke out of the window, feeling some relief from the tension. He was glad that Xavier didn't mention any rules about smoking.
"You smoke?" Xavier grimaced and wrinkled his nose.
Damn it, he' it comes, Remy thought to himself. The tone in Xavier's voice was a tell-tale to the fullest.
"Mmmm, Oui," Remy answered, taking another long drag and blew smoke out his nose, "Don't tell moi dat dere are rules about smokin' too."
Xavier knew he had his hopes up when thinking that Logan would be the only one that would ever smoke at the school. He couldn't tell Remy that no smoking was allowed, and he couldn't tell Logan he had to stop to make things fair.
"Any chance you could try quitting?" Xavier asked. Remy let out a whistle of relief. That was not no.
"Non, I gotta be able to enjoy one of my vices if non other. It'd take a lot of convincin' to get me to agree to somet'in' like dat," Remy answered, "No hahm in jus' a couple a day."
"Well, you're not the only smoker that will be living at the institute," Xavier said rolling his own window down, "But even he follows some rules."
Merde, Remy took another drag trying not to get too worked up, "What kahnd of rules, professeur?"
"You can only smoke outdoors," Xavier said. Remy could live with that. Xavier was a little uneasy about having another resident smoker. Logan was bad enough and the students were too repulsed to even consider starting up a habit because of him. If they saw a younger man, like Remy, smoking then it could possibly influence their choices on the matter later. As much as he hated lying, Xavier had to for the sake of the rest of the students. He could hear the angry phone calls he'd get if any of their parents discovered their child started smoking while away at the institute. "And you're limited to one a day. Two if you absolutely must."
Merde de plus en plus (more and more), Remy sighed, but it was better than nothing. He could limit himself to one a day if he needed to. It was not like he had an addiction. He made his own so he didn't have to deal with the nicotine. He even included a filter and all, which was the tough part of keeping his smokes stocked. On the bright side, if he was only doing one a day, he wouldn't blow through them as fast.
The new limitations on the smoking took his joy out of the one he had. He charged it and tossed it out the window, hearing a satisfying POP well behind the limo. He continued fiddling with his deck of cards to pass the time. He ceased flipping when he came across his lucky lady, the queen of hearts. He was wondering right then if it was really as lucky as it had been before, on so many occasions. He had to kiss most of his old life good-bye that night, and even his simple pleasure of cigs had been cut back because of "rules." On the other hand, he supposed the queen had not lost her touch since he wasn't on his way to prison. He pressed the smooth, sleek card to his lips with reawakened fidelity to the card. Xavier gave him a strange look but only received a smile from Remy. Xavier disregarded it as one of his weird mannerisms.
The card remained between Remy's middle and fore finger for awhile. He thought back on the wealth of memories he had thanks to this card. The fun, the exhilaration, and euphoria of cheating fate so many times brought him to his most beloved memory of this card. Oddly, it didn't involve blowing it up. All he did was slip it into the hands of a girl whose image electrified his dreams and occupied his thoughts whenever another woman crossed his threshold. He chuckled at the fact that Rogue had been his lucky lady that night on multiple occasions.
While his life was taking a sudden turn, Remy took some comfort in that he would be able to see Rogue after so long. It had been six months since their little adventure in the beloved N'Awlins Remy was not foreign to knowing sometimes less than ideal situations could bear unexpected fruit. He now had a legitimate reason for being near Rogue. There had been countless times he had fancied the idea of coming to the institute just to see such beauté, his chéri. Some force beyond Remy's own comprehension held him back. He was uncertain of how well-received his presence would be if he just showed up some random day. The last thing Remy wanted was to be seen as a creep in the eyes of the woman who understood him more than anyone he knew.
The two mutants reached LAX and went directly to the tarmac, where the black bird had landed. Remy heard the limo's truck pop open when they reached the private hangar that housed the black bird. Great, was he going to have to be Xavier's bag boy? He exited the limo and approached the trunk to find two tightly packed duffel bags.
"Fury had some of his agents pack all your clothes while you were in his custody. And he had the courtesy to transport your bike to the mansion," Xavier explained, he had picked up on Remy's worries. Remy was glad that they weren't Xavier's bags, but that was the last thing that was bothering him right then. Instinctively, Remy knew that Fury probably had anything but courtesy on his mind when he had S.H.I.E.L.D. pack all of Remy's clothes. Same with his bike.
"De man wasn' lyin' about de benefits," Remy said sarcastically. He slung one bag around his back and carried the other in one of his hands. The loading ramp lowered from the jet's portside and a man in dark blue uniform, with yellow stripes on the shoulders and sides waiting at the top. He recognized the rugged man as Logan, a.k.a. Wolverine. Remy knew he was on the man's shit list for a couple reasons. Dis flight's goin' to be fun, he groaned made his way up the ramp and past Logan. He was shocked and amazed that Logan had not uttered a word to him, given their particular standing with each other. Logan did not even snarl or growl at him. Even so, Remy could tell that the man's opinion of him had not changed.
Logan helped Xavier on to the black bird and took one of the pilot seats. As soon as the loading ramp to the black bird closed and the engines fired up, Remy felt part of his stomach lurch. He loved flying, but not when the pilot hates you.
"Better buckle up, bub," Logan said with a slight grin, he turned to see that Remy was noticeably uncomfortable with him flying. Logan got his dose of sadistic pleasure. This was going to be a fun flight, "Chuke bags are under the seat."
Xavier could only shake his head in slight sympathy for Remy. He knew full well that Logan would not be satisfied until Remy hurled the contents of his stomach into one of the small bags resting anxiously in the Cajun's hand. Logan always had to mess with new arrivals in a manner that screamed alpha-male complex. Though this particular case seemed like payback.
Poor boy, Xavier resigned himself to passivity in anticipation of Logan's antics, knowing it was now or later for Remy.
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Three and a half hours and two rancid air sick bags later, they arrived back at the institute. Remy rubbed his stomach, glad the flight was over. He stood unsteadily shooting a sordid glare at Logan, who was mildly satisfied with the young mutant's discomfort.
Logan paused next to Remy as he left the X-Jet, "That was for kidnappin' Rogue, Gumbo."
"Merci, we even now?" Remy groaned. He stood unsteadily, rubbing his stomach.
"Maybe," Logan grunted and left Remy without another word.
You'll have to forgive Logan, he is very protective of his students. Especially Rogue, Remy heard a voice in his head say. His eyes darted around for a couple seconds until he realized it was Xavier's voice. He relaxed a little; Remy was not sure he could take going nuts on top of everything else that had happened to him with in the last 24 hours.
Upon exiting the X-Jet, Remy was marveled by the sight of the hangar and the rest of the underground of the Institute. He had only seen the outside of the mansion and Rogue's room (from when he was watching her prior to kidnapping her). The stark contrast was immense and far from what Remy expected. The only time he had seen a place with a similar look was Magneto's warehouse. However, the high-tech interior of the ware house would not strike a person as surprising in comparison to having an underground base such as this.
"Hey! Cajun! Up front where I can see you!" Logan called from the other end of the hangar. Remy did not realize that the sight had distracted him as long as it did. He quickly slung his bags over his shoulder and raced over to the hangar exit. Logan snorted out of impatience and led Remy up to the mansion. Xavier had to leave to attend to some work in Cerebro, leaving a nervous Remy in the company of the one of the few men who had come close to stabbing him. Not the first person Remy wanted to be left alone with, even though he knew full well that would likely not happen. He had to keep reminding himself that it was either be there with someone who wanted to stab him or be in the prison yard with someone who wanted to stab him.
They reached the actual mansion and went to one of the spare bedrooms. The one that Remy was given was bigger than the one he had living at his foster father's villa. It even had a balcony with classical French doors. He had more space then he knew what he would do with. He set his bags down next to the dresser and looked the room up and down more. This was a true benefit.
"Some of the kids are in a training sim with Storm and Beast, you'll get to meet everyone after they get done in the Danger Room," Logan said.
"Danger Room?" Remy asked, perplexed. It did not sound like the best name for a training room.
"You'll get nice and cozy with it when you're training starts," Logan wanted to leave the poor Remy in suspense. He looked forward to the bayou boy's first training session with immense delight. However, Remy was more confused about the part where he would have to train. Fury did not mention that in their agreement.
"I don' know what the professeur told ya, but I'm jus' he' so Fury can fahnd moi easily," Remy argued. This deal was becoming less and less appealing by the hour, Come on, Remy. Jus' remember it's he' o' prison.
Logan was on Remy in an instant. He snarled and got right up to Remy's face.
"You don't like it, bub? Talk to the professor about it. So, until he says no, your ass is going to be training, capiche?" Logan growled, Remy did not cower or back down. He had taken enough slop as it was and getting really tired, really fast, of being treated like Logan's chienne.
"You may wanna back off, mon ami. Someone could get hurt," Remy twitched his wrist causing a card he had hidden in his sleeve to drop into his hand, "If we have a problem, den let's get it out on de table, shall we?"
Logan, despite his frustrated misgivings about Remy, had to respect that the young man had a backbone. He would never actually admit it, but having some resistance did some good. It was rather refreshing having a resident aside from the mature adults who stood up to him. Truth be told, he did have a problem with Remy and was very tempted to get the problem out on the table. But a trip to the medical wing was not Xavier would want. A patient hunter always gets its prey, so Logan would just have to keep an eye on Remy and be ready if the bayou boy did anything stupid.
"Ain't no problem unless you want there to be," Logan began, his tone calmer, "You got balls, Gumbo, I'll give you that. But while you live here, I will be one of the people you take orders from whether we both like it or not. Keep your head on straight, I'll keep the claws in, and we'll be fine."
"Fair enough," Remy smiled defiantly and continued to stare Logan down. While this was not getting him off of Logan's shit list, but it sure felt good. Logan growled and began to mutter incoherently as he walked away.
"Oh, your first order: be down on the foyer in a half-hour. Introductions will happen there. That too much for ya to handle, Cajun?" Logan asked briskly.
"S'il vous plaît (please)," Remy scoffed, "A chimp could do dat, mon ami."
"Yeah, but you'll do fine," Logan could not be blamed for making the remark. Remy had practically painted a target on his forehead, making him feel worse.
Finally alone in his room, Remy sat on the naked bed and sighed, still telling himself that this was still a hell of a lot better than prison. It was a change of lifestyle for sure, but he would get used to it. He took his trench coat off and tossed it on a chair across the room. He thought about changing out of his jumpsuit into something a little more casual, but he remembered that S.H.I.E.L.D. had packed his bags. He decided to deal with that later later.
The room Remy was given yearned to be explored. His closet was reasonably sized with room to spare, his bed was queen size, he had a desk, and a nightstand. It was nicer than some of the hotels he had stayed throughout his career. He moved out to check the view he had from the balcony.
This was probably the best feature of his room. He had a nice view of the mansion courtyard, front gate, and woods. After orienting himself to where he was in relation to the other parts of the mansion he had seen prior to living here, he realized that Rogue's room was on the opposite side of the mansion. Remy allowed himself a laugh. Xavier was not lying when he said Logan was very protective of her. Of course, Remy had kidnapped her and he had put her in a couple dangerous situations…well one dangerous situation. She voluntarily went into the others.
Seeing as he had a half-hour to kill, Remy decided to go surprise Rogue with his arrival, if she did not know he was there already. He left his room and made his way across the mansion, carefully gliding through the corridors to keep his element of surprise uncompromised. When he finally reached Rogue's room he knocked on her door lightly. There was no response. He pressed his ear to the crack of the door and listened carefully. It was still early in the morning during the weekend, so perhaps she was sleeping. Remy did not hear any breathing or stirring and figured she must have been one of the mutants doing a training simulation. No matter, he could still have a little fun with this.
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The locker rooms outside of the Danger Room were about as advanced as a locker room could get. Like the rest of this part of the mansion, everything was bluish-silver or metallic grey. The only sounds were the low hum of the entire big machine that was the underground installation, and a couple shower heads running.
Peeking out to see if anyone was in the locker area was Rogue. She reached her arm out from her shower stall and grabbed her towel, draping herself in it as soon as she could. Out of all the women at the mansion, she took the quickest showers. This was in part to her insecurities with her body, her powers, and other people in general. Her eyes keenly shot around the visible area as she peeked outside her shower stall one more time to see if the coast was clear. When she was certain it was, she made her way to the changing area.
After retrieving her civilian clothes from her personal locker, Rogue quickly dried herself body off, and did the best she could with her hair. It was still damp by the end, but there was not much she could do about that. She wanted to finish dressing and be out of the locker room before everyone else got done with their showers. She threw on a pair of black skinny jeans, a grey hoodie, and a pair of gloves. She took no more time than necessary with doing up her hair and made her way back up to the mansion.
On her way back to her room, Rogue passed by Xavier's study. Logan and he were arguing again. It seemed like Logan was the only one who ever managed to get away with the heated arguments. Rogue pressed her ear to the door and caught a small fraction of their argument.
"Listen Chuck, I know that bastard. He doesn't ask a favor unless there's something particularly nasty coming," Logan grumbled, he paused for a couple seconds, "I take it you read his mind."
"It was a necessary precaution. We don't have anything to worry about yet," Xavier answered, "I wouldn't have agreed if the terms did not keep us in the clear."
Logan grumbled, "You should have spoken me before agreeing with Fury, let alone speaking with him. The man's as slippery as they come."
"Do you trust me Logan?" Xavier asked. Logan groaned.
"You really have to ask that?" there was silence and another sigh, "Yeah, Chuck, I trust ya. I just don't trust him."
"You're talking about Fury?" Xavier asked.
"Him too," Logan grunted. The sound of footsteps coming toward the door caused Rogue to continue on to her room. She was curious as to who Logan and the professor were referring to, but not enough to get caught eavesdropping. She scampered away and disappeared behind the corner of the hallway before Logan was even out of the room.
Before too long, she arrived back at her room. It was just her room now. Kitty had received her own room not to long after the Apocalypse incident and Rogue was finally allowed more privacy. While it was nice having more space to her self, Rogue did miss having her around as often. She even missed Kitty's near-constant light-heartedness that would ripple for hours on end. She was one of her first real friends since the first day Rogue had come to the institute. Kitty moving out of her room gave Rogue a taste of the old saying "you don't know what you have 'til it's gone." On that note, it forced Rogue to actually get out and spend time with those she called friends.
As Rogue opened her door a small object fell from being held inside of the crack of the door. It was a playing card, face down. She retrieved the card and saw it was the King of Hearts.
"What in Sam Hill?" Rogue gawked at the card and immediately began to connect the dots. But before she could come to a concrete conclusion on who had left her the card, a pair of gloved hands covered her eyes.
"Gue- Whoa!" Rogue dropped the card, reflexively dropped her knees, gripped an arm, and threw her weight forward. The move successfully catapulted the stranger over her body and onto her bed. The strength of this feat surprised Rogue. She did not spend much time admiring the throw for she was more concerned with who she just threw. The lights were off, and the sun had barely risen, so Rogue only saw a dimly lit figure lying on her bed.
"Je suis désolé (I'm sorry), mon chéri," a familiar voice groaned and laughed. It became very suggestive in seconds, "I almost fo'got ya like to play rough."
Rogue's eyes parted like the Red Sea upon putting a name to the voice, "Remy?"
She flipped on the lights to see Remy sprawled out on her bed, with his head hanging over the bedside, directly facing her. Remy smiled pathetically, still in partial shock that Rogue had tossed him like a feather. Rogue dashed over to him to see if he was okay.
"Oh God, Remy," Rogue said regretfully. She lifted his head and helped him up so he was sitting upright, "Are ya alright? Ah had no ahdea you were-"
Remy offered her a sanguine smile, captivating her, "Don' worry, Rogue. I'm fine. You'd have to hit me hahder den dat to hurt dis Cajun."
The smile Rogue returned began to melt Remy inside out. He had to be about the last person she expected to show up at the institute. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute, wondering when he had arrived, where he had been, why he had come… so many questions and no definitive starting point. Her smile faded and she started with one that would wipe the smile of that Cajun's face. Remy saw the smile fade and got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Ay merde.
Rogue's fist plowed into Remy's shoulder, sending a sharp pain up and down his right arm. She did hit harder and Remy yelped accordingly, "That's for startlin' meh! Where do you get off sneakin' up on meh lahk that, Remy? Ugh!"
The last time he had done that she ended up waking up on a train bound for Louisiana. She shoved him lightly and stood up. Remy rubbed his shoulder tenderly. She really hit hard. The smile on Rogue's face was gone and she looked pissed. It was kind of sexy in Remy's opinion. The display she put on came off as wild and true to their southern roots. Although, he still preferred her smile.
"I jus' wanted to su'prise ya, Rogue. Dat's all," Remy sincerely answered her question as his smile crept back over his face, "Don' tell me you didn' miss dis Cajun. I know you've been t'inking about moi."
"Ugh…dream on, Swamp Rat," Rogue muttered. That was not a no, so her answer must have been hiding a yes. Remy shuffled off her bed and approached her cautiously. The jeune fille was still as feisty as she was when they parted ways, and she had proven she could toss him around like a toy if she wanted.
The truth was Remy had been on Rogue's thoughts periodically, but not as often as Remy would give himself credit for. Even so, he was on her mind and at that moment all the times Rogue had thought of him came rushing back.
"Dis any way to treat an old friend, Rogue?" Remy asked keeping his tone playful to dull the hostilities, "Not'in' so much as a hello from your lips. Dat hurts right here."
Remy crossed his heart as he drew closer to Rogue. She recoiled a little, "Remy, Ah'm warnin' ya…"
The Cajun chuckled as he continued to draw closer, "No need for dat, Rogue. I already know what you'd do."
"Remy!" Rogue snapped at him.
"Alright, alright," Remy ceased his advance. If he had not learned how to hide his emotions during card games, Rogue would have seen her tone had startled him a bit. Like he had judged with everyone else, Remy thought it best not to push certain boundaries this early into his stay. His playfulness often would get the better of him, much to the discomfort of others. Making Rogue uncomfortable was not his aim, "All I wanted to do was say hi, and dat I'll be stayin' he' for awhile."
Rogue looked cautiously into his red eyes, trying to discern fact from fiction in his words. He was a tough one to read, but that was his nature. He was gambler, thief, and scoundrel. But he had proven he had a good heart. The fact that he was apparently staying at the institute told her that he wasn't out to burn bridges. She knew Remy was smarter than that.
"Well, hi… I guess," she finally responded. Whether or not his sticking around for awhile was good or bad thing, Rogue had not the slightest answer.
"Is it goin' to be dis hahd to say hello all de time," Remy asked mischievously. Rogue did not indulge him with an answerShe wanted to ask him a lot, but the questions were going to have to wait.
"Hey, Stripes!" Logan's voice echoed from down the hall. Both Remy and Rogue's eyes shot to her door. This was the last place Logan needed to find Remy. Rogue and he began to panic. Remy needed to hide and neither of them could waste time trying to make it out of the room in time; Logan would spot Remy making an escape even if he went out the balcony. Rogue looked around her room quickly and hastily decided on the closet.
She pushed Remy backward toward her closet, "Chéri?"
"Don't ask questions! Just get in there, keep quiet, and don't touch anything!" Rogue hissed giving Remy one last forceful shove into her closet. She slammed the closet door shut before Remy could get another word out. He held his tongue, knowing that if he made any sound at that point it would not be pretty.
Logan entered Rogue's doorway just as she was stepping away from her closet, "Rogue, got a new student that arrived this morning. Introductions are in ten, okay?"
Rogue looked flustered despite her attempts to cover it up. She hoped to God that Logan wouldn't smell Remy or notice anything that was out of place. She was able to keep calm until she looked down at Logan's feet.
Don't look down, please don't look down, Rogue thought to herself. One of Logan's boots was crushing the King of Hearts she dropped.
Her anxiety must have been visibly mounting. She was twiddling with her gloves nervously, shifting her weight, biting her lip. Logan knew something was up.
"You okay, Stripes?" Logan asked. Rogue cursed at herself inside her head.
"Uh, yeah. Ah'm fahne, Logan. Just still amped from the trainin' session," Rogue slowed her voice to make it sound more convincing. She immediately stopped acting like a walking tell-tale. Logan raised an eyebrow, and looked her up and down.
Please don't take a deep breath, the suspense was killing Rogue. If she was lucky the smell of fear would overpower the essence a la Remy.
"You sure?" Logan asked.
Damn it, Logan, Rogue needed to get him away from her room, and fast, "Yeah, Ah'm sure… Ah think Ah'm gonna change first."
Take the hint, pleeeeeaaaase, Rogue had half a mind to rush him out of the room forcefully, but that would raise more suspicion.
"Whatever you say, Rogue," Logan grunted and left the doorway. Rogue waited a couple seconds before taking a breath and retrieving Remy. If she was petrified, Remy must have been sweating bullets. She opened the closet and yanked him out. When he was out he bent over, breathing deeply. Adrenaline was running high in both of them. Rogue actually felt a little sorry for him. He had to have been holding his breath. Being a thief, Remy was used to holding his breath to hide his location. But security guards typically don't have a canine sense of smell.
"Merci… beaucoup," he huffed. Remy stood up straight as soon as he could.
"Ya don't have to thank meh," Rogue said, "He would have gutted ya rahght here if he found ya in mah room."
"Oh, Chéri. You do care for dis Cajun," Remy said half-joking. Rogue simply rolled her eyes
"Ugh… Get out of mah room before he comes back," Rogue ordered. Remy chuckled lightly at her response
"Anyt'ing for you, mon Chéri," Remy bowed and hurried out of the room.
"And stop callin' meh that!" Rogue shouted after him.
Remy poked his head through her door wearing a sly grin, "Ya know ya lahke it… Chéri."
Rogue only groaned in response. She entertained the idea of throwing something at him, but he was already gone. But he poked his head through her door one last time to say, "Better, change lahke ya said, Rogue. De wolf-man will t'ink somet'ing is up if ya don'."
He had used her name that time. Rogue figured he was actually being serious, and he was looking out for her. He was gone before she could say anything. She peeked out of her door to see which way Remy went but he had practically vanished like a ghost. The only thing he left behind was his King of Hearts card. A smile crept across her face. Some compulsion caused her to retrieve the card. She went to her nightstand and placed the king next to his queen to keep it safe until she had a chance to return it to Remy
Rogue dug around her dresser to find something decent to wear. It was a tougher task than it usually would have been. Her mind was preoccupied with Remy and how life at the institute just became more interesting.
Sorry it took so long to update. I strive for polished work. Hope I kept everyone in character. Let me know what you think.