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One Step Forward, Two
Steps Back
Part Three
"Maybe dis weren't
such a good idea. It be too soon."
"Well, they are already
on their way, Remy. It is too late."
"Who's idea was this
t'ing anyway?"
"The Professor's. But
you booked no opposition. It is about time your two families met."
"Yeah, but…"
{DING, DONG}
"Oy."
Ororo clapped a hand on his
shoulder and led the man from his dresser mirror, out the room.
"Come my friend. Time
to face the music."
"Oy." He groaned.
It had been several weeks
since Remy found her and he had been shocked one day when his mother had asked,
"So, how long have you been an X-Man?" Danielle had figured
out his occupation. She had a quick mind, so it hadn't taken her long to
figure out. She was also wise enough to know that this was not new Remy wanted
broadcasted. It gave Remy a warm feeling to think that his quick deduction
skills had a source. His abilities had not come out of thin air.
The holidays had come and
gone. Remy had spent a great deal of time with his newly found family, and
Ororo had even consented to meeting them the previous week.
Remy had been fretting
about feeling as though he were imposing on Danielle by always being over
there. The Professor suggested that for a change, Remy invite his family over
to his place.
And now they were at the
door. And Remy was looking for the nearest rock to hide under.
Coming to the top of the
stairs, they could see Bobby had already let them into the lobby and was taking
their coats. John and his wife Lana, Marie, his sister and her husband Mark,
Steven, Cindy, and of course Danielle.
"Unc'a Remy!"
Cindy squealed and ran to him, barely out of her coat.
Remy picked her up in a
hug.
"Hey, petite."
"Say it! Say it!"
"Comment ca va aujourd
'hui, petite?" (Fr: How are you today, little one?)
Cindy covered her mouth and
giggled. She loved it when her new Uncle Remy "talked the funny talk".
"Jeez, Remy. Ya could'a
mentioned this place was the size of Buckingham palace." John joked.
"I was convinced this was the wrong place till we saw the sign."
"Well it is a school,
John." Danielle said. She walked over and gave Remy a tight hug, once he'd
put Cindy down.
The rest of the household
had filed into the foyer. Most of them anyway. Marrow wasn't interested in
dining with the rest of the team on normal occasions. She wasn't about to
attend this little "family get-together". The second missing member
was Rogue. In the months following his return from exile in Antarctica, Remy
had scarce said ten words to Rogue. She said even less.
Remy, a little more shyly
than the X-Men were use to, made the introductions. When Mr. and Mrs. Summers
were introduced, Mrs. LaRoche gave them both a wide hug.
"Thank you so much for
bringing my boy back to me."
Scott scratched his head
awkwardly.
"Well, we didn't want
him anymore, anyway." Jean said jokingly.
"Okay, I t'ink dat's
enough embarrassing Remy for one night." He said, ushering everyone away
from the foyer.
"Oh, no. We plan on
spreading the embarrassment throughout the evening." Bobby said. "I
mean how often do we get a chance like this."
"Is it too late for me
t'leave?" Remy whispered loudly to Storm.
"Yes."
"Damn."
* * * * *
Remy climbed the stairs to
Storm's attic apartment. He found it more than a little odd that she had not
been down to breakfast this morning, even to say hello if she was not going to
eat. He ran into Hank coming out, when he reached the door.
"Henri? Everyt'ing
okay?"
"Oh, fine, fine, Remy.
Ororo is just feeling a little run-down this morning—a headache and what not. I
believe she has contracted that flu bug that is going around."
"Uh-huh." Remy
said flatly. The fact that Hank was not looking him in the eye did not go
unnoticed.
"Can I see her?"
"Oh, of course. Of
Course." Hank waved him on.
Remy nodded and hopped up
the lead steps to the attic landing and into Ororo's room. He didn't see her.
"'Roro?"
"…"
"Stormy?"
Ororo stuck her head out of
her walk-in closet.
"Good morning,
Remy." She said with a smile, then went back in.
"You didn' know I was
here? You always know when so much as a fly set foot up here."
"Oh… I am… out of
sorts this morning-- a headache and such. The beginnings of a cold… nothing of consequence."
"…You don' get colds
Stormy."
She walked out of the
closet a silk wrap in her hand. Ororo shrugged and smiled again weakly.
"There is a first time
for everything my friend." She said softly. "Is this what you came up
here for?"
"'Course. You weren't
downstairs… gotta come see where my Stormy is."
"And…" She placed
the wrap around her shoulders and proceeded to water the small plants along the
one of her windowsills.
"And what?"
"And what else? What
was it you wanted to talk to me about? I can see it in your face."
Remy sat on the edge of her
bed.
"…I t'ink I'm gonna
tell her."
"Tell her what?"
Ororo automatically took the "her" to mean Danielle as Remy
had talked about little else lately.
"Everyt'ing. 'Bout me
bein' a t'ief, 'bout d'Guilds… Sinister."
"Sinister?!"
Ororo spun around, and tried to ignore the head-rush it gave her by placing her
hand on the sill. "Are you certain? I mean… at such an early time…"
"…Longer I wait,
harder it gonna be t'tell. Been d'ere before… Couldn' stand dat again. Better
she kick me to d'curb now den round Mother's Day."
"Oh, Remy… I am
certain it will not be that way."
Gambit shrugged, sadly.
Ororo pointed at him.
"Walk in with that face and you shall have her eating out of your
hands."
He laughed and she went back
to her plants.
"If she sees in you
what I do… you have nothing to worry about. You are too hard on yourself. You
never forgive yourself for anything. Those few who would still strive to make
you feel guilty are not worth you worry or time. Life is too short to be spent
worrying about things in the past… or things we cannot change. Enjoy what you
have now, Remy. Tell your mother. And once she has forgiven you, please, once
and for all, forgive yourself and move on."
"T'anks, Stormy."
Ororo continued water.
"…Ain't ya gonna tell
me not to call you Stormy?"
Remy could see the edge of
a sad little smile from Ororo's reflection in the glass. She stopped her
tending once more for a second, then continued.
"No." she said
quietly.
Remy raised an eyebrow.
* * * * *
'Why don' she jus'
disown me and get it over wit?' Remy thought.
When he'd gone to visit
Danielle, Remy suggested a walk. The day was pleasantly warm, but Remy's true
reason was that he didn't think he could sit still while telling what he was about
to tell.
They walked through the
park as he told his tale, and Danielle listened intently. When he'd finished
she said nothing.
That was fifteen minutes
ago.
They were now sitting across
each other in a little coffee shop, each staring down at their own beverage in
their hands.
Remy dared not speak. He
was afraid any sound he made now would shatter her into a million pieces right
before his eyes.
Instead he took a sip of
his Capachino.
"Remy…" Danielle
said quietly and found she couldn't stifle a small laugh when he looked up in
surprise-- a foam moustache covering his top lip.
He shyly wiped it away with
a napkin.
Danielle looked down a
moment and then back up to her son.
"Remy, why did you
tell me all of this?"
"Why?"
"Chances are I never
would have found out about it otherwise."
"…I lied 'bout it for
years to d'people I was closest to. It almost ruined everyt'ing I had wit dem.
I don'… didn' want dat t'happen wit you. Figured if… ya never wanted to set
eyes on me again, it'd be easier for you too. B'fore… well… b'fore…"
"…I got too attached?
Honey, that happened the moment I saw those baby reds of yours."
She reached out and touched the side of his face.
He blushed slightly.
Another first.
"I'm very proud of the
young man I see sitting in front of me. He's honorable and has a kind
heart."
Remy looked down and began
to shake his head.
"…And he's made some
mistakes. Big ones." She touched his hand. "But a blind man
could see how sorry you are for them."
"Dat I am."
"What you did for that
man… Sinister, was it?… You didn't take money for it."
"How you know
dat?"
"Because I'm getting
to know you. You would not do something that serious without a serious reason.
And money isn't worth that much. I know that more than anything, you want--
need to belong somewhere or to someone. And when you don't feel that, when
you're not secure—you do stupid things." She smiled. "I'm the same
way."
Remy raised an eyebrow.
"What'd you do?"
She sat back and laughed.
"Maybe I'll tell you… when you're a little older."
This set Remy to laughing.
Danielle took a sip.
"I love you, Remy and
I always will. Never doubt that. And what you've told me, you have my
confidence. It is going to take me a while to really absorb it all. Your life
is so… unusual. The thing you do, or have done are still a little surreal to
me."
"You forgive me den?"
"You have nothing to ask me for forgiveness for. Your actions weren't
against me."
"Dey were against any decent
person in d'city. 'Specially you."
"…And you'll never
work for that monster again?"
"Dey be ice skating in
Hades first."
"… I forgive you then.
But only if you forgive yourself as well."
"You sound like
Stormy."
"She's smart.
…Well?"
Remy dropped his head.
"Remy…" She said
in a motherly/scolding voice.
He smiled despite of
himself. "All right, all right. I forgive me too."
"Good. Now finish your
Cap before it gets cold."
"Yes'm."
* * * * *
Remy walked in the front
door his head in a bit of a fog. If it weren't for his heightened, quick
reflexes, he would have been hit in the face with a flying basketball. He
caught it only a hair away from his face.
"Hey, Cajun. 'Tryin'
ta get a game together. Wanna join?"
"Jubilee?"
"The one and
only." She said coming down the stairs. "Hey, I heard about the
family thing. Congrats!"
"T'anks. Whatcha ya
doin' up here? Long way t'go t'play hooky."
Jubilee rolled her eyes.
"Uhhh! Don't even get me started on that subject. I just talked Jean's ear
off about it. Some people are getting on my nerves. That's why Wolvie
suggested I come home for a couple of days. Cool off b'fore I fry
somebody."
"Uh-huh." Remy
chest passed the ball back to her. "Dat somebody's name wouldn't begin wit
an "M" now would it?"
"I confess nothing. So
you wanna join?"
"Who's playin'?"
"So far, Wolvie,
Kitty, Ice-boy and the Ruskie."
"C'lossus play
basketball?"
"Gonna find out."
"Dis I gotta
see."
* * * * *
Ororo sat down at her
vanity; a rare thing as Ororo spent precious little time looking at herself in
mirror. There were a few odd bottles of perfume, rarely used, and nail polish
scattered about the faux black marble counter top.
She picked up a small but
intricately fashioned bottle of perfume that Wolverine had brought her from his
last trip to the Orient. She sniffed it lightly—a light orchid scent. She
placed the fragile container back to its place and looked hard at herself in
the mirror.
'Are you in there?'
The blue eyes staring back
at her looked up and traced around her hairline, then down to her chin. It
studied the shape of her mouth and her nose, then back up to match her eyes.
The colour of the sky was
still strong there, but the eyes seemed distant and disconnected.
"Ororo?"
The eyes in the mirror
looked past Ororo to the doorway behind her.
"Jean." She said
smiling.
Jean sat beside Ororo on
the cushioned stool, facing the opposite direction. She said nothing for
several seconds.
"…Are you ever
going to tell me?"
"…Tell you what?"
"What's wrong with
you."
"…"
Ororo opened her mouth to
say something, then changed her mind. She stared back into the mirror.
Jean dropped her head.
"…Okay. Then just tell
me you're going to be all right."
"I am all right, Jean.
I have a wonderful life, I live with people who love and care about me. Things
are all right." She looked a Jean. "I am happy."
Jean shook her head and
hugged Ororo.
"You-are-a-mule, you
know that?"
"And I am not going to
change." She said returning the hug with a smile.
Jean stood up and put a
hand on Ororo's shoulder. "You do know that there is nothing you can't
ask…"
"I know." Ororo
said patting Jean's hand.
Jean nodded and left. Ororo
brought her eyes back to the mirror.
'Smoke and mirrors.'
* * * * *
"What is it with this
house and pancakes anyway?" Jubilee asked.
"We haven't had them
for a few days."
"Yeah, but when we do,
it's like a national holiday or something."
"Well, if you don't
want any…"
"Well now I didn't say
that."
"Where's Remy? He's
usually the first one down for pancakes."
"He's taking his mom
out for breakfast then they're spending the morning together."
"Again?"
"They have a lot
t'catch up on."
"Make room!" Jean
said placing the first of many stacks down on the table. "Did anyone see
Storm up there this morning?"
"She sleepin' in
again?" Logan asked.
"I'll get her."
Jubilee said swallowing a forkful of 'cake and hopping up from the table.
"I wanna borrow something of hers anyway." She ran out the door.
"Drake, stay away from my cakes!" she yelled back. "That means you
too blue boy."
"We didn't do
nuthin'!"
"Ah think that
school's havin' a strange influence on that girl."
* * * * *
"Storm? Ororo?"
Jubilee knocked as she ran
up into Ororo's loft.
"Storm? Hey you
awake?"
She looked into her
bedroom. The bed was made.
'Well, she must be up.'
"Ororo?"
Jubilee walked into the
greenhouse area. "Hey, Rain Lady?"
'Maybe she's out on one
of her cloud walk—'
Jubilee froze in her
tracks. Something behind a large planter caught her eye. She took a step
forward… and then another.
'Wha— Is that a—?'
"Oh my god!"
She ran towards the arm
that she saw lying on the floor. Coming around the planter, she saw Ororo lying
partly on her side—mostly on her front on the wooden floor. A now-empty water
can lay discarded just above the outstretched hand Jubilee had seen.
'Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.'
Jubilee turned Ororo over
and checked for a pulse. It was racing. Her breath was far too shallow and her
eyes were rolled back in her head.
"Oh m—Ororo!"
Jubilee shook her. "Ororo wake up! Oh, please wake up!"
She stood up and ran to the
door. She stopped in the doorway but didn't leave, opting to scream at the top
of her lungs instead.
"HELP! SOMEBODY
HELP!!!"
To Be Continued…
