A/N: Welcome to chapter fourteen! Sorry for the late update, Writer's block. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! This story is going to be twenty chapters long seeing as I still have so much that I want to add. As always, I do not own X-men, just the plot for this story and any OCS! -MOTH (Maiden of the Heavens)

Chapter 14

The sounds of morning birds chirping, the low hum of radio music, and Remy drumming his fingers against the steering wheel were gone. Even the glare of the dawn hitting her face through the open car window, as the cold wind hit her face and messed with dark chocolate spring-tight curls were replaced.

Ivy's head lay against Remy's dark navy blue button-down shirt, as the world around her came in as a fuzzy half-awake state. She was wrapped in his leather jacket, his comforting scent surrounding her as she tried to focus, to figure out where they were. Well, they defiantly were not in the car anymore. This place was far too noisy. Women laughing loudly over a private joke , children squealing in delight, one giving chase to the other, their feet hitting carpeted flooring. A telephone ringing pierced through all the other noise, mixed with the ding of an opening elevator.

Then the noises of the other people disappeared, leaving only the sound of the elevator going up floors. Ivy lifted her sleepy eyes to meet Remy's, as he readjusted her in his arms.

"Où -Where-?" was the only word, she was able to form as the elevator stopped on a floor, to allow more people inside.

"New Orleans, Petite Fleur." Remy grinned and kissed her forehead. "To be a little bit more precise a nice fancy hotel in the French Quarter."

Ivy sleepy smiled back, they had finally made it to where the Cajun's roots were. Then again, she could not help but feel a little guilty, Remy had done all the driving. When she voiced this to him, he only laughed, telling her she had been the perfect passenger, seeing as she had slept all the way there, after he had woken up before the sun was even in the sky.

The Cajun set the Earth-Puppeteer down once they reached the floor their room was on. The key dangling in between his fingertips, the store bags that their new clothes had been in had been replaced with two separate travel bags, that were over one of his shoulders. Ivy still wrapped up in his leather duster, followed after him. The jacket engulfing her, the end of it dragging slightly along the dark red carpeting that covered the hallway.

She would not even ask him how he had afforded to pay for this hotel, plus probably a month of new clothes. That she did not need to know, did not have to know. All she wanted was to be happy and free with the man she loved.

Remy stopped so suddenly, Ivy almost collided into his back. The room card key slid into the slot of the golden handle, that was on the white painted wooden door and, clicked open. The room number, thirty-six, gleamed from the hallways lights in silver letters on the door.

Once inside the room, Remy tossed their bags onto the king-sized bed, and plopped down onto it, beginning to unbutton his shirt, while he unzipped one bag with his free hand, to dig out fresh clothes. Ivy unwrapped herself from his black leather duster and draped it over a chair, she glanced over at him, now far more awake then she had been.

"What do you have planned?" She asked and joined him on the bed.

"First we're goin' to take a hot shower, and then there's a restaurant within walkin' distance, that I was planning' on takin' you out for dinner."

The Earth-Puppeteer's face flared red with the mention of joining him in the shower, but then again it would save time and water…and she would get to see more of him then just the upper half of his body…feeling her face heating up even more at the thought, she nervously fiddled with the fabric of the white sundress she still wore.

Remy gathered up his clothes into his arms, and smiled at his nervously blushing girl. He lifted her chin up with a single finger, and kissed her on the mouth. Making sure that the kiss was long and slow, making her melt under his touch.

Once he pulled back, he smiled lovingly at her. And then took one of her curls in between his fingertips and pulled it, until he could watch it spring back to its original form. Once he had finished playing with her hair, Ivy kneeled over the duffle bag that had her clothes in it, and picked out an outfit before following him into the adjoined bathroom.

Steam covered the mirror, as Ivy wiped it away with her hand. Her hair still dripping a little from just getting out of the shower moments before. The scent of lavender donned her porcelain skin and hair, as she tried to dry her bouncing tresses with the towel that was on top of her head. Seeing that there was going to be no luck in taming them long enough for her try straighten them, she cast the white hotel towel aside, and grabbed for the ribbon that was on the sink counter.

Ivy hastily tied back some of her curls away from her face with the black and red swirled ribbon, that matched the black and red plaid knee-length plaid dress she wore. Making sure her leggings did not have any holes in them, she slid her feet into black ballerina shoes that tied all the way up her leg with the same blood-red color ribbon of the hair ties.

A couple minutes of brushing her teeth, and a last minute check in the mirror, she joined Remy in the bedroom. The Cajun turned to face her, just shrugging on his duster over his dark red button-down shirt, and grabbing his diamond-headed bo staff from where it was leaning against one of the nightstands.

He kissed her on the cheek before grabbing her hand, and lacing their fingers. "I think tonight I will introduce you to one of the delicacies of New Orleans."

Ivy raised an eyebrow at this, as the cold night air greeted them as they left the hotel and she was glad, she was wearing a long sleeved dress. "Which is what?"

The Cajun smiled, "Alligator meat."

Her dark rose pink eyes became wide. "La viande d'un alligator -Alligator meat-?"

Remy only continued to smile and pressed a kiss against her dark-chocolate curly tresses. "Think of it as revenge against Arnold."

Remy's smile suddenly faded, turning into a dark line. His grip on Ivy's fingers tightened, his body tensing, and she looked up at him worriedly. Her free hand slid into the pocket of her dress, her hand gripping the flower seeds that were inside, her pupils almost going into cat-like slits.

"Ne pas…-Don't-" He breathed in warning, and Ivy stopped herself from fully activating her powers.

A man stood in the half-shadow of the restaurant lights outside, as he stepped toward the two mutants, a warm smile was on his face, but Remy did not seem pleased to see him at all. His voice came out bitter and cold as he asked darkly. "You just can't give me any peace can you?"

The Cajun pushed Ivy behind him into the shadows, hoping that he would not notice her odd colored skin or unique eyes. Whatever he had planned up his sleeve, Remy did not want her to have to be involved.

"I haven't seen you in years, and this is how you greet me, Remy?" the man questioned, looking at him with disappointment.

Remy only sighed out of annoyance in reply before demanding an answer for a question of his own. "How did you know I was here?"

The man only chuckled softly, and shook his head in disbelief. "The Guild's everywhere. We've been waiting for you to return."

"I don't want any part in whatever scheme your planning, Jean-Luc." The Cajun said stubbornly, as he tried to keep Ivy behind him, to keep her away from the leader of the Guild's eyesight.

"I only came to welcome you home." He replied, but his dark brown eyes had spotted the Earth-Puppeteer. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Ivy hesitantly stepped away from where she was behind Remy, and the Cajun protectively wrapped an arm around her waist. "Petite Fleur, this is Jean-Luc, my father."

A/N: Please review and let me know what you thought of this chapter! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)