My Heart in Your Hands
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 15
Pyro burned the disclaimer to a crisp.... Poor disclaimer, it gets so abused!
And speaking of Pyro.... I have no idea how to write his accent. So if I get it completely wrong, give me helpful suggestions please!
As Remy walked into the warehouse, he was whistling an annoyingly jaunty French tune. Even nearly getting his trench coat burned by St. John, who was practicing with his flame throwers again, couldn't put a damper on his spirits.
Shedding his coat as he went to his own corner of the practice area, he began stretching, preparing to go through a routine with his staff. He had nervous energy to burn, and working out was the only inconspicuous way of getting it out of his system.
As he went through the movements of the sequence, he focused his mind, reining in his emotions. Breathing evenly, using carefully controlled, fluid motions, he completed one pattern, and began another. He could hear St. John babbling on about something- he had apparently stopped playing with fie long enough to watch Remy- but it was all just meaningless background noise until he heard the other man say "An wot's with yeh lately, anyhow? Yeh got a sheila in the side or sommat?"
With a sudden violence that surprised him, Remy had St. John backed up against the wall, with his staff pressed u0p against the smaller man's throat. "Remy ain' got no femme, mon ami. A'right?"
St. John looked at the Cajun, uncomfortable for a moment, and then said, with easy acceptance of the situation, "Sure mate, wotever yeh say." Being not quite sane allowed him to accept other people's craziness with equanimity.
Remy lowered the staff and tried to resume his routine, but his concentration had been broken and the calm equilibrium he sought had been shattered. Sighing, he gave up, and left the room, coat and staff in hand.
Behind him, St. John seemed to have forgotten Remy's violent outburst; he was nattering on again, mumbling to himself about his current obsession. He'd caught a glimpse of her on a spy mission to the Xavier Institute a few weeks earlier, and since then, he'd ramble on about her at any opportunity. Seems she had the ability to control fire like he did. Her name was some volcano thing- Lava or Molten Heat or something silly like that; Remy could never remember, and didn't much care in the first place.
As he closed the door, he could hear St. John saying "I tall yah, wot's not t' love about a girl who can set 'erself on fire like that?"
Remy rolled his eyes, heading down the hall to the bathroom for a much needed shower. _The things some people find attractive,_ he thought with a small smile, remembering the irresistible allure of Rogue's untouchable moonlit skin.
As Rogue turned to face Kurt, she could see how angry he was. Kurt's tail was swishing in agitation, no longer covered by the hologram, and Rogue mutely pointed at it, scared someone would see. With a growl, he got it under control and hidden again.
"Vell? Vhat vas that?" He demanded again, and Rogue's bad mood returned.
"None of yoah business!" She spat. "Or do ya not trust me anymore? Ya think Ah'm some kind 'a spy now, is that it?" Hands on her hips, feet planted firmly, she suddenly reminded him of a wild animal preparing to charge.
"Uh, nein! But vhy vere you vith him, then? You know who he works for!"
"Yah, Ah know, but do ya see Magneto heah? Ah don' think so! Remy ain' who he works for, no more'n y' are." At this point, Rogue wasn't sure if she was defending Remy, or merely her own decisions.
"Oh, it's Remy now, is it? He's still the enemy, Rogue- you don't know anything about him! How can he be trusted? And vhat about all the things you could be giving avay to him about the Institute or the X-Men?" Kurt didn't know how to explain the depths of his worry to her. She was one of his best friends, and he was scared for her, that she could get hurt, or be kidnapped. She'd been smiling at him- Rogue, the girl who never smiled at anyone! It was like he was her new best friend or something, like she didn't even see the danger.
"Ah have had it with mah friends passin' judgement on me! Ya either trust me ta not betray yer secrets or ya don't, an Ah guess ya don't! An Ah thought ya'll had finally quit holdin' mah bein' in the Brotherhood against me, but Ah guess Ah was wrong 'bout that, too. Yer jus' a great big hypocrite, Kurt Wagner! Ah trust ya ta not tell Amanda secret things, but ya can't trust me ta do the same! What kind of a friend are you anyway?" She was absolutely disgusted- first Kitty calling her a coward, and now Kurt was calling her a betrayer. _Anyone else planning on assassinating my character this week?_ she wondered, seething.
Meanwhile, to Kurt, Rogue's outburst had seemed to come from nowhere. He could almost understand why Kitty wasn't speaking to her. "Nein! The Brotherhood has nothing to do with this! And I am not judging you! Vhat if you get hurt, vhat if he's the one trying to be spy? Of course I trust you, Rogue, but I don't have any reason to trust him!"
Somewhat mollified, Rogue said "Oh," feeling slightly stupid for going off at him that way. In an almost pleading tone, she said "Look, Kurt, ya said ya trust me, so jus' keep trustin' me. Ah know he ain' gonna hurt me, and Ah know he ain' tryin' ta be a spy." As Kurt opened his mouth, she held up a hand to forestall his question. "Don' bother askin, Ah ain' gonna tell ya. Ah jus' know. Remy- he's a'right." A faint blush was discernable under all the layers of makeup, and Kurt felt vaguely surprised and embarrassed- anything that could make her blush was probably something he didn't want to know about in the first place.
But something in his head couldn't leave it alone, and he suddenly remembered Amanda's comment from earlier in the week, about Rogue having a crush on someone. He'd scoffed then, but what if Amanda had unknowingly been right? _Does she have a crush on that Acolyte?_ He wondered briefly, before dismissing the thought. _No, of course not- Kitty might be ditzy enough to fall for someone on the other side, but Rogue wouldn't do that._ Convincing himself of Rogue's sensibility, he was willing to let the matter drop.
Rogue was glad to drop the subject, especially when she realized how long they'd been standing around. "Kurt, we're gonna be late for class, an Ah don' wanna get a detention for ditchin' when Ah didn't do it!"
Kurt shook his head. "That's vhy I came out here in the first place. Classes are cancelled- the power's out. So ve're all going back home, and Scott sent me to get you."
Rogue narrowed her eyes. "Didn't Bobby an Ray have a bio test sixth period?"
Kurt nodded conspiratorially. "Ja- I heard someone say it looks like all the fuses vere shorted out at once!" They both knew only one person who could manipulate electricity enough to fry all the circuit breakers at once.
"They are so busted!" Rogue laughed triumphantly. "Karmic revenge on Bobby for freezin' mah shoes! An' Ray's jus' a bonus."
Still laughing, they walked to Scott's car, all conflict apparently forgotten.
by Princess of Monkeys
Chapter 15
Pyro burned the disclaimer to a crisp.... Poor disclaimer, it gets so abused!
And speaking of Pyro.... I have no idea how to write his accent. So if I get it completely wrong, give me helpful suggestions please!
As Remy walked into the warehouse, he was whistling an annoyingly jaunty French tune. Even nearly getting his trench coat burned by St. John, who was practicing with his flame throwers again, couldn't put a damper on his spirits.
Shedding his coat as he went to his own corner of the practice area, he began stretching, preparing to go through a routine with his staff. He had nervous energy to burn, and working out was the only inconspicuous way of getting it out of his system.
As he went through the movements of the sequence, he focused his mind, reining in his emotions. Breathing evenly, using carefully controlled, fluid motions, he completed one pattern, and began another. He could hear St. John babbling on about something- he had apparently stopped playing with fie long enough to watch Remy- but it was all just meaningless background noise until he heard the other man say "An wot's with yeh lately, anyhow? Yeh got a sheila in the side or sommat?"
With a sudden violence that surprised him, Remy had St. John backed up against the wall, with his staff pressed u0p against the smaller man's throat. "Remy ain' got no femme, mon ami. A'right?"
St. John looked at the Cajun, uncomfortable for a moment, and then said, with easy acceptance of the situation, "Sure mate, wotever yeh say." Being not quite sane allowed him to accept other people's craziness with equanimity.
Remy lowered the staff and tried to resume his routine, but his concentration had been broken and the calm equilibrium he sought had been shattered. Sighing, he gave up, and left the room, coat and staff in hand.
Behind him, St. John seemed to have forgotten Remy's violent outburst; he was nattering on again, mumbling to himself about his current obsession. He'd caught a glimpse of her on a spy mission to the Xavier Institute a few weeks earlier, and since then, he'd ramble on about her at any opportunity. Seems she had the ability to control fire like he did. Her name was some volcano thing- Lava or Molten Heat or something silly like that; Remy could never remember, and didn't much care in the first place.
As he closed the door, he could hear St. John saying "I tall yah, wot's not t' love about a girl who can set 'erself on fire like that?"
Remy rolled his eyes, heading down the hall to the bathroom for a much needed shower. _The things some people find attractive,_ he thought with a small smile, remembering the irresistible allure of Rogue's untouchable moonlit skin.
As Rogue turned to face Kurt, she could see how angry he was. Kurt's tail was swishing in agitation, no longer covered by the hologram, and Rogue mutely pointed at it, scared someone would see. With a growl, he got it under control and hidden again.
"Vell? Vhat vas that?" He demanded again, and Rogue's bad mood returned.
"None of yoah business!" She spat. "Or do ya not trust me anymore? Ya think Ah'm some kind 'a spy now, is that it?" Hands on her hips, feet planted firmly, she suddenly reminded him of a wild animal preparing to charge.
"Uh, nein! But vhy vere you vith him, then? You know who he works for!"
"Yah, Ah know, but do ya see Magneto heah? Ah don' think so! Remy ain' who he works for, no more'n y' are." At this point, Rogue wasn't sure if she was defending Remy, or merely her own decisions.
"Oh, it's Remy now, is it? He's still the enemy, Rogue- you don't know anything about him! How can he be trusted? And vhat about all the things you could be giving avay to him about the Institute or the X-Men?" Kurt didn't know how to explain the depths of his worry to her. She was one of his best friends, and he was scared for her, that she could get hurt, or be kidnapped. She'd been smiling at him- Rogue, the girl who never smiled at anyone! It was like he was her new best friend or something, like she didn't even see the danger.
"Ah have had it with mah friends passin' judgement on me! Ya either trust me ta not betray yer secrets or ya don't, an Ah guess ya don't! An Ah thought ya'll had finally quit holdin' mah bein' in the Brotherhood against me, but Ah guess Ah was wrong 'bout that, too. Yer jus' a great big hypocrite, Kurt Wagner! Ah trust ya ta not tell Amanda secret things, but ya can't trust me ta do the same! What kind of a friend are you anyway?" She was absolutely disgusted- first Kitty calling her a coward, and now Kurt was calling her a betrayer. _Anyone else planning on assassinating my character this week?_ she wondered, seething.
Meanwhile, to Kurt, Rogue's outburst had seemed to come from nowhere. He could almost understand why Kitty wasn't speaking to her. "Nein! The Brotherhood has nothing to do with this! And I am not judging you! Vhat if you get hurt, vhat if he's the one trying to be spy? Of course I trust you, Rogue, but I don't have any reason to trust him!"
Somewhat mollified, Rogue said "Oh," feeling slightly stupid for going off at him that way. In an almost pleading tone, she said "Look, Kurt, ya said ya trust me, so jus' keep trustin' me. Ah know he ain' gonna hurt me, and Ah know he ain' tryin' ta be a spy." As Kurt opened his mouth, she held up a hand to forestall his question. "Don' bother askin, Ah ain' gonna tell ya. Ah jus' know. Remy- he's a'right." A faint blush was discernable under all the layers of makeup, and Kurt felt vaguely surprised and embarrassed- anything that could make her blush was probably something he didn't want to know about in the first place.
But something in his head couldn't leave it alone, and he suddenly remembered Amanda's comment from earlier in the week, about Rogue having a crush on someone. He'd scoffed then, but what if Amanda had unknowingly been right? _Does she have a crush on that Acolyte?_ He wondered briefly, before dismissing the thought. _No, of course not- Kitty might be ditzy enough to fall for someone on the other side, but Rogue wouldn't do that._ Convincing himself of Rogue's sensibility, he was willing to let the matter drop.
Rogue was glad to drop the subject, especially when she realized how long they'd been standing around. "Kurt, we're gonna be late for class, an Ah don' wanna get a detention for ditchin' when Ah didn't do it!"
Kurt shook his head. "That's vhy I came out here in the first place. Classes are cancelled- the power's out. So ve're all going back home, and Scott sent me to get you."
Rogue narrowed her eyes. "Didn't Bobby an Ray have a bio test sixth period?"
Kurt nodded conspiratorially. "Ja- I heard someone say it looks like all the fuses vere shorted out at once!" They both knew only one person who could manipulate electricity enough to fry all the circuit breakers at once.
"They are so busted!" Rogue laughed triumphantly. "Karmic revenge on Bobby for freezin' mah shoes! An' Ray's jus' a bonus."
Still laughing, they walked to Scott's car, all conflict apparently forgotten.