It had been a week since Remy and Rogue had arrived back from their honeymoon. A week since Belladonna had declared war on Rogue, and a week since Rogue had broke every bone in the Assassin's hand. And that's what puzzled Remy the most; he had felt her rage the second that Bella had kissed him. The entire previous week Rogue had been adamant that this was only business and that nothing was to ever come of the arrangement.
He put all those thoughts aside as he looked down at the paper in his hands. It was a contract for Rogues head. And Remy was anything but happy about it. Sure it meant that they had gotten under the Assassins skin but if Rogue's life was on the line then it wasn't really worth it. What concerned him most was that the contract was put out by Belladonna and not by Marius.
Belladonna was a hot headed spoiled brat who killed anyone in her way and right now that was Rogue. It was quiet apparent that she had blatantly gone behind her father's back to do this. Jean-Luc was currently having a shouting match over the phone with Marius while Henri was researching takers on the contract. Remy frowned as he realized they were going to have to make Rogue lay low.
He had only known Rogue for two weeks but even then he knew she wouldn't hide under the bed like he wanted her to do. No she would march down there and break Bella's neck. And while the idea rather appealed to Remy it would also start an all out war between the Guilds.
Remy looked up from the paper when he heard Jean-Luc slam the phone down. "Well?" He asked.
"He claims 'is Princess had not'ing' ta do wit' it." He growled out.
Remy snorted. "Right." He drawled out.
It was then that they all heard the doorbell ring. All movement stopped as they listened. They hadn't yet informed everyone else that they were on high alert. Remy strained his ears as he heard the door open and sprang from his chair at the sound of a gunshot. He wrenched the door open and he was sure that he had ripped it off its hinges. He tore down the hall to see Deadpool standing on the front porch with a very pissed off Rogue who had bullet holes in her shirt.
Remy stopped short when he heard the verbal lashing she was giving him.
"What the hell Wade!" She screamed as she ripped the gun from his hand.
"Aww, come on, don't be like that! I thought you would appreciate it if I was the one who took the hit!" He said trying to get his gun back but Rogue was holding her hand out preventing him from coming any closer.
Remy saw Henri, Jean-Luc and a few other thieves come to stand next to him to watch the scene play out.
"Well Ah don't!" She screamed at him and with that said, she aimed the gun and started firing at him as he began to run all over the porch. Remy had to admit that she had pretty good aim with a moving target that could teleport.
"I'm sorry I'm sorry!" He exclaimed.
"What don't ya appreciate it?" She asked, mocking him.
"Uncle! I swear I'll never try to shoot you again!" He promised her.
"This was my favorite shirt Wade!" She exclaimed as she ran out of bullets. She looked at the gun for a second before she threw it him with as much force as she could muster. Now if she had been a normal girl the gun would have knocked the breath out of Deadpool. But Rogue was anything but normal and when the gun hit the mercenary it sent him flying about a hundred feet before he hit a tree.
That was when Rogue rounded on the men behind her. The look she gave them all was enough to make him want to run as far and as fast as he could. "Who put a hit out on me?" She said in an eerily calm voice.
"Belladonna." Remy said, he hadn't wanted to tell her but he felt he might burst in to flames under her gaze if he had lied. "We jus' found out Cherie, no' even thirty minutes ago." He said holding his hands up in defense.
"An' were ya plannin' on tellin' me?" She asked crossing her arms over chest.
Remy turned to his father and brother for help. Jean-Luc's face split into a smile, "She yo' wife." He said with a broad smile.
"De truth is, Ah hadn' decided yet." He answered truthfully. She narrowed her eyes at them trying to determine if he was being honest. She turned her head to look back at Wade who was whistling a jaunty tune. He caught her gaze and gave her a crazy smile.
"Wanna take a field trip over to the assassin's place?" He asked her in a sing song voice.
"Sounds good ta me." She said as she started to walk over to him.
Remy held his hand out to stop her and almost backed up when she snapped her head to face him. "Now, Cherie, Ah know ya angry, mais we gotta be diplomatic wit' dis." He said, very proud that his voice didn't waver under her gaze. "We need ta have de Assassins, dats why we didn' have ya pere jus' take dem all out." He explained, ignoring the shiver from her icey cold glare.
"Ya gotta week ta get this bounty off my head an' then Ah'm gonna handle it." She warned him and then spun on her heel and headed into the house.
All the men watched her go, silent in thought. But as always silence never lasts around Wade. "She must like you." He said.
Remy turned to the insane killer. "Wha' makes ya t'ink dat?" He asked. Rogue had been nothing but quick tempered and aggressive since the moment he met her.
"She is so much like Logan it's scary. She has his hard head and Mystiques sense of revenge. Trust me when I say she hardly lets anything go." Wade said.
"So wha' are ya gonna tell de Assassin's?" Jean-Luc asked.
"I'm gonna tell them she shot me before I go out for Chimichanga's." He said as he studied the gun in his hands. "Anyone want to go with me?"
Remy decided to take this time to slip out unnoticed to find Rogue. Maybe there was hope for him yet seeing as how she hadn't ripped his head off. He walked up the stairs and down the hall to their shared bedroom. She had wanted her own room when they got back but he had reminded her that the Assassins could have spies in their ranks. She had grudgingly accepted the fact and had shared his bed every since. And right now she was lying on her stomach on their bed with her head at the foot of the bed. Her head was facing away from him to the window; he couldn't tell if she was asleep or not. He didn't think so because she had only arrived in their room a few minutes before he had but it was always hard to tell what was going on with Rogue.
"Rogue?" He said softly incase she was a sleep.
She turned her head to face him; she didn't exactly look like herself. The Rogue he knew was tense and paranoid. This Rogue looked tired and unguarded. "Are ya okay?" He asked. He had originally planned on talking to her about the hit out on her, but seeing her like this had him worried.
"Yeah Ah'm fine, it aint nothin' new that someone wants ta kill me." She said with a sigh. Remy noticed that her hair was spread out on the bed around her head and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to run his fingers through it.
"Don' worry Cherie, Remy won' let nothin' happen ta ya." He said as he came to sit on the bed beside her.
She rolled her eyes but smiled none the less as she rolled over onto her back. Remy noticed four bullet holes in her shirt closely grouped just over her heart. Her shirt was ruined but her skin was still the perfect porcelain it had been. "Did dat hurt?" He asked resisting the urge to finger them.
"Nah, not really." She said absently. "It's more like getting hit with a spit ball. Ah can feel it but it doesn't hurt."
"Ya know Cherie," He said as he lay down next to her on his back with one arm behind his head. "Ah thought Ah lost ya for a second dere when Ah heard dat gun shot." He admitted to her.
"Really?" She asked him.
Remy put on his million dollar smile, "Really."
"Ya know your kinda sweet when ya not drivin' me nuts." Rogue told him with a smile of her own.
Remy didn't say anything; he just laid in comfortable silence with her. After about twenty minutes he looked over to see her with her eyes closed and breathing softly. Remy wanted nothing more than to pull her closer to him and go to sleep beside her. But there were a few things wrong with that, the first being that due to his mutation he hardly ever had to sleep. The second was that not only would she drain the life from him if he accidentally touched her skin but that she would be really pissed if she woke up in his arms.
Remy didn't know what it was about this girl that drove him nuts. Maybe it was because she didn't she fall at his feet when he tried to charm her. Or maybe it was the allure of the danger she exuded. He had to admit she was a very dangerous girl and that alone turned him on.
He watched as she moved slightly in her sleep causing a strand of her hair to fall across her face. Without thinking he reached over with his bare hand to remove the offending strand of hair and paused when his finger brushed against her cheek. He froze in place with his skin still touching her skin. She had told them when she absorbed someone it was incredibly painful, but Remy felt nothing, in fact it was pleasant.
A thought suddenly dawned on him, she lied. She could control her power; she lied to him to make him stay away from her. Remy felt the anger boiling inside of him, here he was falling for her and she hated him enough to lie to him. He couldn't believe he had even been worried about her when she obviously didn't feel the same. Well no more, he was done looking like a fool. Now the only problem was he couldn't remove his fingers from her face, he loved the way her skin felt.
