Chapter 50-Disconnecting
Chapter 50-Disconnecting
Jordan went out and bought a simple dress that day, not nearly as beautiful or elegant as the one she was hiding in her bedroom, but something that suited her. And that evening she received a phone call.
"Cleo assures me she hasn't taken your trademark, and I'd say it would be very coincidental that a copycat would steal from the same city you are in." Beau said softly.
"Just a slip, it won't happen again," Jordan promised.
"Roxy may not have been real…but she is still there," Beau breathed.
"No, no she isn't."
"I am in Bayville, waiting outside of your home. Security is top notch, but has it's flaws…"
"Is that a threat?"
"No, my dear! No! I am out here waiting for you. Come to me, I know you want to. I can hear it in your voice…Roxy."
Jordan slammed the phone down and ran to her room. She covered her face with her hands, hating how she was feeling. A part of her told her to call the police, another told her to run out there. 'I'm messed up bad. I don't just have Roxy's memories; I have her inside of me!'
Jordan couldn't believe she was sneaking out of the mansion again, jumping the gate and jumping into Beau's red Ferrari. "Drive, just…drive," she breathed, and he did so.
"Roxy…" He grinned.
"Shut up, Beau, and watch the road!" She snapped in French. "Beau…I'm…sorry."
"Don't be, love," he said softly, reaching to take her hand.
"I can't be Roxy and Jordan both," Roxy said. "And I can't keep us separate, either."
"Just be yourself, love," Beau said in soft French.
Beau parked the car several miles away from the mansion, the two of them sitting on the hood of the car and looking out at the city. "You said you were engaged?"
Jordan/Roxy nodded, the American accent switching to French, then back to American every few sentences. They were two completely different women. "Yeah, Kurt," Roxy said. "Very sweet man, I was with him several years."
"Do you love him?" Beau asked.
"Yeah, I do care very deeply for him. Part of me does," Roxy said, and turned to face Beau. "Another part of me can't stop thinking about you…and our time."
Beau's face broke out in a smile and he reached out to touch Roxy's face. She leaned back and away, "I'm sorry, Beau…please, don't." Jordan said.
Beau's smile faded, "What will you do?"
"I don't think I trust anyone else messing with my mind," Jordan stared out over the city of Bayville. "It's not like I can just erase Roxy…that part of me."
"Can the two of your share your life?"
Roxy laughed, "Life is too short to share, Beau."
Jordan shook her head, "I'm marrying Kurt in a few weeks. I just…need to find a way to control both sides of myself. No more stealing."
"You aren't happy like this," Beau said to Jordan, finding her as intriguing as Roxy. "Have you even told your fiancé about this?"
"No…no one. I can't let them worry about me…I've put them through so much already."
"But you can tell me? This makes me question how much you truly do love and trust him. Someone who spent a year without looking for you…when I've been searching for you endlessly."
"I was dead…" Jordan started.
"They never found your body. You appeared to be dead, but how could they be so sure? I would go to the end of the world to find you…"
"Beau, you are such a charmer," Roxy breathed, her heart racing quickly. "I have to get back. Thank you…for talking with me…with us."
"If you want to get rid of our old life…I would do that for you. Buy you a home, take care of you. We'd never have to steal again…if this is what you want. Anything to be with you again."
Roxy placed a gentle hand on the side of his face and kissed him softly, "We don't even know what we want anymore, Beau."
Jordan returned home, sneaking back into the mansion undetected…but her disappearance had not gone unnoticed. "What are you doing in my room, Gambit?"
Remy was sitting comfortable in a chair, "Close the door."
Jordan let it close softly behind her, "Answer my question."
He held up the note that the Kissing Burglar had left her…that she had left herself. "Who is she, Snap?"
"I don't know what you are talking about. Get out."
"That's a beautiful dress you have hidden in your closet," Gambit said quietly. "Where were you tonight?"
"None of your business."
"Maybe not. Perhaps I should get Nightcrawler." Gambit stood up, and Jordan blocked him as he tried to leave. "I've started putting pieces together. Barking orders in French, the Frenchman calling and harassing us…that year you were missing you were with the burglar I've been tailing, haven't you?"
Jordan let a smile form across her lips, "Sharp, Remy, very sharp," she breathed in a French accent, pushing Gambit back.
"Who is she?" Gambit begged.
Jordan placed a hand on the side of his face, "Rogue can't touch you like this, can she? Not without hurting you?" Gambit's jaw clenched, but he didn't try to escape her touch. "She wants nothing more than to…I can tell. You care for her so much and you can't even kiss her. When was the last time someone kissed you, Gambit? Was it me?"
Gambit grabbed her hand and pulled it away, his eyes widening, "You don't just know them…you are her, aren't you, Jordan?"
"I'm Roxy. Chasing me this whole time, Remy? I'm flattered. I wonder why you were so interested…"
"Jordan…" Gambit said, becoming pinned between her and a wall.
"…in finding me. I had theories. Maybe just professional curiosity, I can live with that. But I think I fascinated you…became an obsession. Someone just as talented as you. Mysterious. Someone you could touch."
Roxy leaned forward for a kiss, and Gambit held up a playing card that started to glow, "Get away from me."
She ran a hand down his chest before taking a step back, "Want to play hard to get? I like games as much as the next girl but…"
"Snap out of this, Jordan!" He growled.
Roxy's eyes widened, and then she swallowed hard. "Uh…Remy…I'm…going through some issues right now."
"No kidding," he said, backing away from her to get closer to the door.
"Please…you can't tell anyone, not even Rogue!" Jordan begged.
"You need help," Gambit snarled, still angry.
"I do! I need your help! Return what Roxy stole…"
"What you stole!" He hissed.
Jordan shook her head, "No…you don't get it. All…all I want to do is get married and put this behind me. That year I…I was missing…I was Roxy. I'm still…I'm both right now. I just need more time to get settled in."
Gambit put a hand to his forehead, "This is insane."
"You are the only one here who knows!" Jordan said. "Please, Gambit…return the stolen dress for me, and I promise the Kissing Burglar is gone. Just…give me time to deal with this before letting others know."
"Jordan, you are asking a lot from me. It's not like we were every very close friends. I have half a mind to turn you in!" Gambit threatened. There were several tense moments as they looked into each others eyes, "But I won't."
Jordan's face broke out in a relieved smile, "Thank you! I owe you, Remy, big-time!"
"Yeah…you do," Gambit said, taking the box out of Jordan's closet. "You just make sure you get control of…Roxy, before she comes out again."
"Definitely." Jordan breathed.
As her wedding day approached Jordan believed that would help strengthen her. With the stress of returning, trying to restart school, being engaged…had brought Roxy out.
"You look beautiful, kiddo," Logan smiled.
Jordan smoothed her white gown, "I feel like I'm going to pass out. I wasn't nervous until you stepped in."
"Sorry…it's just…we've had our ups and downs these past few years. I can't believe this is happening."
Jordan smiled sadly at her father, "Me either! It feels…surreal. Like I'll wake up any minute and…it would have all been one crazy dream. Let's get it over with."
Logan put his hand on his daughter's shoulder, "Hey! What's the rush?"
"I…feel like if I don't go out there right now, I might not ever go out there."
Logan frowned a bit, "Are you…having second thoughts?"
"No, Dad. I love Kurt, I have for years."
"You are sure?"
"More than anything," Jordan said.
"Alright, let's go."
The wedding was held in the front lawn. There were Kurt's parents, but everyone else was from the mansion. These were their friends, their family.
'You know, I'm not sure I want this,' Roxy's voice said inside.
'Shut up, shut up, shut up,' Jordan said back to her.
"Jordan…everything alright?" Professor Xavier asked quietly, noticing a disturbance.
She signaled to him that she was fine.
"Do you, Jordan Smith, take Kurt to be your…"
There was a loud crash as the gate was broken down, and over a hundred mutants stood up in shock as a white mustang drove over the grass and towards the wedding. The brakes were hit and it skid for a few feet before coming to a stop.
"Beau…" Jordan groaned as he jumped out of the car.
"Don't do this!" Beau shouted, running towards her and being stopped.
"Don't hurt him!" Jordan moaned, handing her bouquet to Jean as she walked down the aisle to meet Beau. "What the hell are you doing here! I'm trying to get married!"
"Did you tell him?" Beau asked, his eyes intense as she neared him.
"Its okay, let him go, Piotr," Jordan muttered, and Colussus released the young man. "He's only a danger to himself."
"Jordan…did you tell him?" Beau asked.
"No," she answered. "It's my problem. Get out of here."
"You don't want to get married. You're terrified, I can see it in your eyes," Beau said softly, taking a cautious step towards her.
"I'm not scared, I'm pissed," Jordan said in a low growl.
"Jordan…" Kurt said softly.
"I don't doubt that you can love two people at once," Beau said. "I can love both of you. You don't want to stay here. Roxy doesn't…and I don't think you do either. Remember our time together…we were free."
"Jordan, what is going on?" Kurt asked, standing by her side.
Her heart raced as over a hundred pairs of eyes were watching her. "Beau…"
Beau spoke in soft and slow French, "You said you didn't know what you want…you don't want this. All I want is to be with you. Come with me!"
Jordan closed her eyes, and replied in French, "I don't think I can do that to him. To any of them."
"You aren't happy here! Let me make you happy!"
Jordan turned to Kurt, "Kurt…I'm sorry…I can't do this right now," she said in a French accent. "I…I'll come back, I swear."
"Jordan…I don't understand!" Kurt said. "You can't go with him!" Jordan took Beau's hand and he pulled her to his car. "Jordan!"
And this is where I have stopped. Unable to decide if this is the ending...or just another adventure that Jordan will have to run through. If you honestly read the whole thing, please let me know, I'd really appreciate it. Any feedback is welcome. The story was just for fun, something that developed out of my obsession for the cartoon.
