Designated Things

Designated Things

Chapter 20

A/N: This update did take a while but not as long as Chapter 19, thankfully. I didn't want to take as long as I did the last time! That was unacceptable. Also, I responded to some of the early reviews on my profile.

I think the end will come along in a few chapters. The next chapter should be the climax, so I'm thinking 2 more chapters, perhaps three...

Oh! No Beta so please don't butcher me about typos. I read over it quickly in an effort to post it tonight.

Gator Bait: You bring up some interesting questions. I'd say that stealing did become a part of his life post abandonment. However, he really didn't realize that it helf power over others until he stole from his therapist. There you go, making me think again.

RavenWolfe: I loved the thought of these two together before I ever started reading fanfic of any kind. I was actually shocked to see there weren't that many stories featuring this pairing, so I thought I'd give it a go. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Just Curious: Jean-Luc knows of Remy's past. He and Mrs. LeBeau initially sent him to therapy to deal with it. I think that's why J-C often gives his sometimes wayward son the benefit of the doubt.

IGP: His previous last name? I have no idea! lol Something very authentically Cajun.

Zephyr: I wanted to use some characters from his background even though Camille was out of her usual manipulative character. But yes! Ginny is something else to deal with in the series and I wanted to get that across here too. I just thought the kid aspect was cute. I could have made her a teen or pre-teen. I think that would have been fun too...but definitely not cute.

Black Water: Emma's coming soon.

Venom Queen: Oh my gosh! Don't remind me! It's been over a year! I thought I'd be done by now! Soon though. I have others waiting on my hard drive that would love some attention.

Thanks to all that read and reviewed or just read and liked it. I appreciate it a lot.

Ororo lay in the dark, staring up at the ceiling listening to Jean's contented sighs. As much as she liked Jean, Ororo couldn't wait for her to fall asleep. Sure, Jean had asked about her time with Remy but the hyper redhead monopolized most of the conversation about her time with Scott. Now, finally Ororo could reflect on her time with Remy.

Her body still hummed with energy from the closeness they had shared. She smiled to herself as she went over every detail of their evening, from the moment he stepped through Jean's door to the moment he kissed her goodnight.

Remy had revealed things to her that he hadn't even told Logan and Jean, his dearest friends. Her heart ached as she listened to him talk. She began to understand his complexities. He was passionate about everything and everyone in his life to extreme degrees. That thought worried Ororo. He was bound to be hurt over and over again if he continued to allow others to burrow their way into his heart so deeply.

A chill ran over Ororo's body, even under the batting of the handmade quilt she lay under. The small smile she wore slowly left her face as she thought about the last remaining months she had in New Orleans. Just that day she had received her acceptance letter to NYU.

For the sake of her parents, she feigned excitement even though her thoughts were on Remy as she listened to her mother read the letter aloud. The subject of college hadn't even been a topic of conversation between the two. Being that Ororo was forbidden to see him they only shared rushed moments during their school day, no time for in depth conversations about their future.

Ororo shut her eyes tightly trying to sigh out her frustration. It didn't work. She hoped that she wouldn't wake Jean with what she knew would be a restless night of tossing and turning for her.

Remy sat at him desk staring at his laptop screen. He was waiting somewhat impatiently for the smiley face next to StormyGirl to turn yellow. He'd been waiting ever since he and Ororo parted ways at Jean's house.

The couple had the opportunity to spend a few more hours together before Ororo was due home. Remy could sense that something was bothering Ororo but when he'd ask if everything was okay she only replied with a smile and "Everything's fine."

Remy knew better. Not only was he blessed with book smarts but he could also read others easily and he wasn't buying her response. Her behavior unnerved him. He had opened up to her and it seemed that she had slept on all that he had said the previous night and decided that maybe he was too much trouble for her to deal with.

He tried to be optimistic and tell himself that he was just overreacting. As he took a deep breath the smiley turned yellow. He blew out the breath while quickly navigating the tiny arrow to click on her name.

BayouBoy: I've been waiting.

StormyGirl: I know. I'm sorry. Dinner.

BayouBoy: Ok

BayouBoy: I missed you.

StormyGirl: You saw me today.

BayouBoy: Doesn't matter. I miss you whenever you're not around.

Ororo stared at his words thinking about how they would handle or if they would even try to handle their separation after high school.

Remy sat waiting for Ororo to respond. The blinking cursor on his screen taunted him. His heart tightened as he read her next entry.

StormyGirl: We need to talk.

Anger and hurt washed over him before he took another deep breath before placing his fingers on the home row of the keyboard.

BayouBoy: Go ahead.

StormyGirl: No. In person.

BayouBoy: No. Now.

Remy felt his pulse quicken and his breathing become deeper as he tried to reign in his emotions.

StormyGirl: Not now. We'll talk when we see each other.

BayouBoy: I'll see you in a few minutes.

Ororo frowned before realization set upon her at the sound of the door closing coming through her speakers and Remy's yellow smiley stared back at her with a black and white blank expression.

"Oh no," she gasped.

She didn't know what Remy was planning to do but she knew if he showed up on her doorstep it wouldn't be pretty.

Ororo leapt up from her seat still staring at Remy's screen name. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what to do next. He has a cell phone. She'll call him.

Ororo bolted down the stairs in search of the cordless phone. Now was one of those times that she wished she'd accepted the cell phone her grandmother offered her for her last birthday instead of the one hundred dollar savings bond. Her grandmother gave her one every year for her birthday, she didn't want to break the tradition.

Luckily, David and N'Dare were busy finishing up the dishes and didn't notice her snag the phone from her father's office.

She was dialing as she ascended the stairs and was safely in her room when she placed the phone to her ear and listened to the digital sounds of ringing. No answer.

Remy didn't bother looking to see who was calling as he felt the vibration of the phone he'd placed in the inside pocket of his duster of his chest. He couldn't hear it over the thoughts that screamed at him from his head.

He wasn't going to let Ororo off easy. He'd trusted her and exposed himself in a way that he'd never done before. She was going to look him in the face when she betrayed him. Remy pressed the gas of the Mercedes just a little bit harder.

Ororo didn't bother leaving a voice mail. She hung up and tried to reach Remy several more times only to be met with the same robotic voice reciting the phone's number before urging her to leave a message.

Pressing the redial button again she heard firm raps on her window. Looking up, she was surprised to see Remy's dark eyes staring at her.

"Oh my God…Remy!" she hissed before crossing her room in a few steps, unlocking and lifting the window. "Are you crazy? What do you think you're doing?"

Remy was perched on her faux iron balcony banister. He had little room to maneuver but was safely seated on the sturdy architecture.

Ororo strained to see through the screen that separated them curious as to how he could have possibly gotten up there. It could only be assumed that he climbed over on the limb of the huge oak tree that ruled over her backyard.

Ignoring her questions Remy got to the point of his sudden visit, "You said we needed to talk, so talk."

Hearing the harshness and edge in his voice that she couldn't interpret through the impersonal text of instant messaging, Ororo's panic waned. She realized what he thought she wanted to talk to him about.

"Oh, Remy," Ororo spoke softly, lifting her hand touching the screen separating them. "You really are adorable."

Remy's anger on its on accord tried to subside due to her subtle gesture but he forced it back into place, looking her steadily in her clear blue eyes.

"Talk," he said, this time with most of the bitterness gone.

"Remy…I don't know," she hesitated, looking away before continuing, "I don't know if we should bother. I think I'm wasting your time."

Remy once again softened at the frailty of her voice, "Wasting my time? What do you mean, Cherie?"

She met his eyes once again, "After summers over, I'm going back to New York to attend NYU. I got into NYU."

"Oh," suddenly Remy understood Ororo's confusion. He honestly hadn't thought about what they'd do after school was over. He had acceptance letters from multiple schools across the south. Jean-Luc didn't want his only child to be too far from him. And to be honest, Remy didn't want to be too far away from his father either.

Their moment of contemplation was broken by a voice calling on the other sided of the door.

"Ororo?"

"It's my dad!" she blurted as she quickly closed her curtains.

"One second, Daddy!" Ororo rushed to the door and only opened it wide enough for him to see her.

"I'm getting ready for bed, Dad. I'm really tired."

"That's okay, Stormy. I was just looking for the phone. Do you have it?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here it is," she said handing it to him. "Anything else?"

Ororo tried her best not to look guilty, straining as she smiled. She had been told that she was a horrible liar and was praying that her father didn't notice.

Arching his eye at his wide eyed daughter he asked, "Is everything okay, sweetie?"

"No, everything is fine. I'm just trying to wind down from my day with Jean. She really knows how wear me out." Ororo nodded her head in an effort to farther convince her father of what he'd already called Jean's "wacky" personality.

David gave her a small chuckle of understanding, "Oh yes, that girl is something else. Goodnight, sweetie," he said as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Night, Daddy," Ororo said as she closed the door. She pressed her ear to the door to listen to his footsteps fade down the stairs before running back over to the window and throwing the curtains open.

"Oh my God! We were almost caught!" she gasped, her face full of what Remy could only describe as a surprised delighted.

It amused him to watch her discover that it can be fun to be a little bad. He wondered how much further she'd be willing to go.

"Let me in."

"You're insane. No way," she absently looked back at her bedroom door.

"Okay," Remy conceded. Apparently her threshold for badness was only so far. Another moment of silence passed between them before he spoke again. "When did you find out?"

"Friday."

"Why didn't you tell me that night?"

"To be honest with you, I was more excited about our date," she said shyly. "I couldn't think about anything else."

"Oh, Cherie," he breathe. "Let me in," he urged again.

"No!" The simple word came out in almost two syllables.

"I'm coming in," Remy stated as he started feeling around the perimeter of her window.

"Remy LeBeau, you'd better stop it right now!"

"I can't. It's impossible. I can't see you without wanting to touch you." Remy's eyes and fingers frantically searched for an entry. "And you, my dear, must learn that I get everything I want."

"Really? Is that so?"

"Oui."

"Not tonight. The latches to take off the screen are on the inside, silly."

Ororo smirked at the look on Remy's face. It was one of slight defeat but it didn't still lack determination.

"Ororo, ma dame douce, s'il vous plait."

She narrowed her eyes at his choice of speaking so eloquently in French and the deeper tone of his voice. "I'm definitely not letting you in now."

Remy chuckled. "I won't come in but I can't leave without kissing you goodnight."

Ororo stood unmoving for a moment before slowly shaking her head at her dwindling will, "Okay! But you're not coming in."

"Okay," he replied as he watched her struggle with the clips on bottom of the screen. He silently marveled at her naivety. Of course he was going to come in once free to do so.

Remy held the screen as she released the pins, holding it briefly before looking at Ororo with what can only be described as a devil's grin. Without a word Remy used the screen as a Frisbee sending it sailing over the six foot privacy fence and into side neighbor's yard.

Ororo could only gasp but it was cut short by Remy's lanky body making its way through the opening.

"You said…"

"I know." He smiled before he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. He reluctantly pulled away from her. The smile that he had just moments ago was replaced with a serious intensity.

"We're going to spend every moment we can together, even if we have to steal them. After you leave, we're going to see each other every break, vacation, or even three-day weekend. I'm not ever letting you go, Ororo. I just found you. I'm not losing another person I care about if I can help it."

"Goodnight," he said, placing another soft kiss on her lips before turning and disappearing back out of the window.