Will You Accompany Remy?

Professor Xavier turned his attention towards the door, "Come in, Gambit."

The door opened to reveal Remy, with a cheesy grin on his face, "You know, Professor, Remy sure does find it quite étrange when you do that. He hadn't even raised his fist yet." He walked up to the back of the chair that I was sitting in. Smirking down at me, he gave me a wink. "Good morning, Chérie. Did you sleep well?"

Giggling, I nodded. "Yeah, if you don't count listening to Alvara snoring all night." I turned back to Professor Xavier. He was now leaning against his desk, sitting on the edge of it with an envelope in his hand. I still couldn't believe from what the other had told me, that a few years ago, he was paralyzed to a wheelchair.

"Here you go, Gambit." He stretched out his arms, handing over the envelope. "This came this morning for you."

"A letter? Not many knows Remy is even here, much less address." He turned it over in his hands, a look of surprise on his face. "Why! It's from my cous', Emil!" He smiled graciously at the both of us. "I hope the two of you don't mind, Remy'd like to read this in his own quarters."

Xavier waved him away, "No, of course not. If it somehow pertains to either of us, I'm sure you will let us now later in the evening."

I nodded agreeing with him. "Just don't forget to come on down for suppa', again. Last night ya promised to eat with me, LeBeau, but when I came up to ya room, you weren't there." I huffed and crossed my arms in mock anger, but I couldn't keep from allowing the smirk to show on my face."

Bowing, he grabbed my hand and gave my knuckles a swift kiss through my gloves. "Many pardons, my Chérie. Remy had to help out Jubilee with her College Physics studies. The poor girl was a seven ways crazy ta Sunday with her test in a few days." He pressed his lips to the tips of my fingers, and then smiled as my cheeks pinked. "Remy promises to make it up to you though, you can guarantee that."

I brought my hand back to my chest and glanced sideways out the window to avoid that knowing smirk I knew he had on that smug, gorgeous face of his.

"Now, if the two of you will pardon Remy..." With that, he turned around and headed out the door. But not before giving a wink in my directions before shutting the door.

I released the groan I was holding in my throat and let my head rest in my hands. Stiffening slightly, I remembered Charles standing next to me. I looked up to see him smiling at me, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Glaring at him, I crossed my arms again and turned to the window.

"Don't you even start, Charles." Looking up at the blue spring sky, I didn't have to turn around to know what was going through the Telepath's mind, especially since he was vocalizing it with his quiet chuckling.

"Why, my dear Billie-Jo, whatever does you mean by that?" Oh that old man, I oughta show you just what I mean by way of my foot up your-!

'Your foot up my what, Billie?'

Jumping a foot in the air and turning, I pointed an accusing finger at him. "Oi! Ya know I hate it when ya do that! Stay outta my head and I won't tell Beast that you're the one that's been sneaking into his Twinkie stash!"

The room was quiet for a few minutes.

"I believe it's time for tea, don't you agree, dear?" He turned quickly towards his door, opening it for me to walk through. On our way to the kitchen I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's so funny, Billie?" I could tell he was rather confused by the way his eye brows were so close together.

"Well, you let the cat out of the bag, Charles. See, I didn't really know that you were the one eating Hank's Twinkies. It was only a hunch cause I had seen you eating one the other day." The look on his shock stricken face over did it for me. I collapsed to the floor in a fit of giggles at pulling one over on one of the world's most powerful telepaths.

"Oh my, what did I miss?"

I looked to the end of the hallway to see Hank staring at me, quizzically. I busted out in larger hysterics at the irony. "A-ask the, hahaha, Professor! Oh my sides!"

"Knock, knock."

I walked over to my bedroom door, tightening my robe. Opening the door, I instantly wished I was fully dressed. Remy was leaning against my door frame, arms crossed with the letter from earlier clutched in his left hand. His lips slid into a full-out grin as his eyes took in my not-so-covering robe. Mentally sighing, I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. You'd think after 7 months of living here at the mansion, I'd recognize his knock.

"What do you want, Remy?" I inwardly winced. That came out a lot harsher than I meant for it to. I grabbed the back of my neck and squeezed it a little. "Sorry, Remy. It's just been a long day since my nightmares have been pretty bad lately, and I was about to get me a shower."

Standing up straight, he shrugged a little. "Is ok, JoJo." He dodged my fist and ducked under my arm to slide into my room. He jumped onto my bed, laying down. "Mmmmm, nice and comfy. Smells like honeysuckles in here."

I clenched and unclenched my fist, trying to get rid of my anger as I shut the door. "Damnit, LeBeau! How many times do I have to repeat myself?" I spoke when my fist connected to something of his. "Do. Not. Call. Me. JoJo!" Breathing hard I glared at him through my bangs. He looked up at me and sheepishly smiled. I grumbled and turned away from him.

"Hey, now," his fingers intertwined with my right hand, pulling me backwards and onto the bed next to him, "don't be like that, Chérie. You know Remy calls you that as a form of endearment." He brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes. Blushing, I looked at my bed, trying to control my flushed face. His thumb and forefinger pressed against my chin, lifting my purple eyes up to his red ones.

"You're Remy's JoJo, like Rogue is Logan's Marie. I'm the only one you allow to call you that. And I plan to keep it that way."

My mind went into overdrive when he started leaning towards me. Reacting without thinking, I shoved him hard against the chest, making a yelp come from him before his back meet the carpeted floor between Alvara and mine's beds. Slowly, I inched over to the edge to peak down at him. As I expected, he was on his back, an annoyed look plastered to his usually joyful face.

His eyes moved to me. "Ya know, Chérie, you could have just said no. Remy would have backed off, like every time before." He moved to sit up, leaning back on his hands. His right hand coming up to run through his shaggy hair. I loved it when he didn't wear his uniform. It let his hair hang down into his face, slightly covering his eyes in shadow, to make them really glow red.

I placed my legs underneath me, suddenly becoming aware again to the fact that the only thing on me was the not-so-covering robe. Fidgeting with the hem of it, I slid off the foot to go to my dresser where my clothes were laid out. "I'll be out in a minute, let me get my shower done and over with and then we can talk about what in that letter pertains to me." I was barely able to catch the look on Remy's face before slipping into the small bathroom. Was that embarrassment? Or fear?

"So you're cousin, Emil, he's getting married?" Flipping over the invitation in my hand, reading again the beautiful handwritten calligraphy on the creamy paper.

"Yes, next Saturday. He wants me to come on home for it." What was up with that nervous look on his face?

Laying down the invitation between us, I looked at him expectantly, "Alright, LeBeau, what's this got to do with me?" When he wouldn't look me in the eye, I got worried but wouldn't dare show it. So, I just raised an eyebrow and sat there, waiting.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, ya see, Remy can't quite right show up after all this time gone from home, and not have a date to his cous' wedding." The look in his eyes was almost pleading, begging. Wait, begging? Remy 'Gambit' LeBeau begging? Uh oh.

"Hmmm, so let me get this straight, you're asking me to come meet your family, and what? Act like a loving girlfriend?"

My fingers were twitching from the urge not to tap them against something. But that would give away my anxiousness.

"Well," he paused to clear his throat, "the last time the family and me got to conversating on the phone, Remy was, quite drunk. And wasn't thinking clearly, or in his right mind, so he may have fibbed without intending to." His eyes were everywhere but on mine. A feeling of dread started creeping up my neck.

"Remy, what DID ya tell ya family?" I flattened my hands down on the comforter to lean forward slightly.

"Remy may have told the family that he was married to you." His arms went up defensively to cover his head. "Remy's mighty sorry Hun, but please, will you accompany Remy as his wife?"

Thunk.

Remy peeped over his arm to look at me. He leaned over to look on the floor, where I had landed when I passed out.