Chapter 25: Because We Separate

Remy didn't think that what he was seeing, was actually real. It was still pretty early in the morning. He hadn't gotten enough sleep, so maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. He stood still, still looking at the bench. Was that Alyce? It couldn't be.

Remy blinked his eyes. Kitty had stormed in the mansion last night, crying, but she wouldn't say why. What had happened to Alyce no one knew, not even Kitty. But that was her, right on the bench. With a bandage on her arm, and her clothes dusty and torn.

"Merde Sainte!" Remy cursed, finally snapping back to his senses. He ran over to the bench, and took a closer look. It was her. "Hé!" Remy yelled, taking Alyce's face in his hands. He lightly tapped her cheek, trying to her to wake up. "Réveillez-vous!" He called out.

His mind was too full of panic to worry about speaking English. What was he going to do? Remy gently patted her cheek, her eyes stirring. "Mon ami, Wake up! What happened? Are you ok?"

Alyce's eyes hurt to much for her to open them. But all she heard was Remy. Remy and his barrage of questions. She moaned, turning her head to the direction of his voice.

"What happened?!" Remy asked again. He carefully grabbed onto her shoulders, trying to sit her up.

Alyce let out a cry of pain. "Shoulder...." She winced, grabbing onto Remy's arms to steady herself. She was trying to open her eyes, but the morning light was piercing. Her chest ached horribly, and as she sat up, a bubble of blood traveled up her throat and came out of her mouth.

"Oh Dieu, oh Dieu. Qu'est-ce qui n'est pas juste?"

Alyce smiled meekly. "Remy..."Her voice croaked. "Calm down, I'm fine." He sounded cute when he was worried. It must be the French. She had never heard him speak it fully, only in little phrases.

"You're not fine, mon ami. Remy needs to get you to the infirmary. Come, on. Remy is going to carry you, ok?"

"No." Alyce whispered. She held onto Remy's arms, looking at him. "Just sit down..." She coughed once more. "Just sit down next to me. Tell me what happened to Kitty."

Remy took in a deep breath. He just wanted to get her inside, but if she wanted him to sit down here, he would. "Are you sure, you can sit out here? You're bleeding!"

Alyce smiled and tapped the space next to her. "Sit, Remy. I'll go inside in a bit, ok?"

"Fine, but if mon ami, keeps spitting up blood, then Remy is taking you inside." Remy sat down next to Alyce grabbing her hand lightly. "What happened to your hand?" He asked, running his fingers over the bandage that lay on her hand.

Alyce leaned her head on Remy's shoulder. He smelled good. Men's cologne, something she had smelled before. Probably her father used the same one. "Got in a fight with some girl."

"Everyone was worried about you, chere. Le Chaton, wouldn't say what happened to you."

"Kitty? Is she ok?"

"Oui, she is fine. Le Feu, was the most upset. He didn't want to say, but Remy could tell."

Alyce let out a sigh, wiping blood from her mouth using her good hand. "He didn't want me to go with Kitty to the movies, but I had too..."

"Shhhh, Remy knows. Remy saw what happened in the parking lot. Don't talk, it looks like it hurts too try."

He was right. Every breath she took, a sharp pain shot into her chest. She looked up at Remy and smiled. "You talk, then." Read the look on her face.

Remy nodded his head, trying his best not to look at her. She looked so beat down, her face tired and pale. Her eyes looked defeated, like they were almost loosing their vibrant blue colour. She was in pain and he needed to get her inside. Without saying anything, he picked her up into his arms. "Remy will explain on the way."

Alyce nodded, wrapping her arms around Remy's neck. He was strong, his arms wrapping around her, made her feel safe. She closed her eyes, and placed her head on his chest, listening to his slow breathing and fast heart beat.

"Remy knows John likes you. Everyone knows that, Le Feu, makes it so obvious. When you left with Kitty and her friends, when all of us got back to the mansion, Le Feu was mad. But Remy could tell he was also very hurt. Like he had just lost something so special." Remy gently lifted Alyce up a bit more, as he walked through the garden.

"Remy would be, sad too, if he had lost someone he loved. Or someone he loved went with someone else. If something happened to you, Chere, Remy would be sad. If something happened to Jubilee, Remy would be sad. Remy thinks that white haired kid you went with, also likes you."

Alyce smiled to herself. "You're like a mind reader?"

Remy hushed her. "Remy said to be quiet. Now, Remy doesn't know the whole story, but he believes Alyce will tell him sooner or later. You're getting yourself into something that is going to turn into something big. Remy doesn't like John, and Remy doesn't like that other kid. In fact!, Remy doesn't like anyone who he thinks is strange."

All Alyce wanted to do was laugh, but it would hurt her if she did. Remy was too caring for his own good. And though his voice was serious, his face stern, his accent is what made everything so light hearted. She stood quiet, paying attention to Remy.

"Now, Remy isn't saying he should control who or what Alyce dates. All Remy wants is for Alyce to be safe. Just be careful, mon chere. And if any one of them hurt you, Remy will be here to help you."

They entered the mansion, the morning sun peaking threw the windows. A few students were up and about, but they stood quiet as Remy walked through the halls, Alyce in his arms. He made his way to the nearest elevator, to take Alyce down to the infirmary.

"Remy, do me a favour."

"Remy said to be quiet."

Alyce chuckled. "Don't tell anyone you found me. I don't want anyone to get worried."

Remy sighed looking down at Alyce. "Remy won't tell, if Remy gets a kiss on the cheek."

Alyce smiled and wrapped her arms tight around Remy's neck. He lowered his cheek to her and she placed a small kiss on it.

"Ok, Remy won't tell."

Remy was just too adorable. She felt safe with him, next to her. Safe like, a family safe. In the beginning, he was the first to befriend her, to talk with her. And she liked him for that. But as she spent time with the team, she always knew that he would be there to help her. And she was right. This was someone who would stick with her, and always help her. It was a different feeling, a feeling of friendship.

"La Chere will go to sleep now. You're safe."

Alyce nodded, closing her eyes, letting the sleep wash over her.

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Glossary de la Gambit

Merde Sainte- Holy Shit

Hé-Hey!

Réveillez-vous!- Wake up!

Oh Dieu, oh Dieu. Qu'est-ce qui n'est pas juste- (Roughly translated to) Oh god, oh god! What is wrong/not fair.

Le Chaton- The Kitty