"I love this part of town!" Gambit sighed happily. He and Kurt were walking
down a rather poverse, slightly run-down street.
"Why?" Kurt asked, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Well, it reminds me of home for one thing, and some of the best Cajun diners are around the corner."
"Oh.." Kurt sighed.
"Kurt? Kurt Wagner is that you?" Gambit and Kurt turned as a feminine figure stepped from the shadows.
She was a little taller than Kurt, about Gambit's height. She had shoulder length blondish hair, and sporty blue eyes. She grinned wildly at Kurt.
"A-Amanda!" Kurt ran from Gambit's side and threw his arms around her.
"Stand back, stand back! Lemme get a look at you!" She held him out at arms length, looking him up and down as he posed. She giggled.
"You look great!"
"So do you!"
Gambit put his hands in his coat pockets, slightly uncomfortable as they continued with the small talk.
His stomach rumbled.
"I'm gonna go get some grub, Kurt, then I'm headin' back."
"A-are you sure Remy? We can go with you if you'd like?"
"No! You two catch up, I like eating alone better anyway." He smiled. "Catch ya later." He flashed a grin, and started down the street.
He grinned inwardly as their voices faded.
'What are the chances of that?'
A slight shudder passed over him as he thought of something else.
'Hope I don't meet anybody I used to know..'
He smiled again as he looked up. A nice Cajun restaurant was just ahead. It consisted of a nice, outside cafe with a total of seven tables, and a small building where the cooking and cleaning took place. Gambit sauntered over and sat down at a table near a small brick wall. Seeing that all the waiters were busy, Gambit pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and began to shuffle them absently.
"'Ello!" Gambit looked up as a thickly accented voice greeted him. "May I.. uh, take your order?" Gambit looked the waiter over. He was tall and lanky with shaggy hair and mischievous eyes. His accent was thick Australian.
"Well," Gambit drew his eyes to the name tag. "John, I have yet to see a menu.."
"Oh, yeah.. Yo, Fred! Bring me a menu!" Gambit sighed as Fred walked over. He was no tall and lanky John, he looked slightly obese, and almost towered over the other two.
"Thanks.." Gambit mumbled, taking the menu. He sighed and attempted to look it over, but his thoughts wondered.
Amanda, a girl who'd known Kurt in Germany had miraculously found him here. She knew him when he was a free-spirited circus performer, what would she think of him now that he belonged to the X-men?
X-men...
Gambit stitched his eyebrows together.
When Kurt lived in Germany, he was a 'circus freak' because he couldn't hide his true form. Because he didn't have Professor Xavier's technology.
He wouldn't have had his image inducer.
Amanda had recognized a form of Kurt she'd never known.
She was a fake.
"Kurt.." Gambit stood slowly, shocked that he hadn't realized sooner. "Kurt!"
'They could be anywhere by now!' He thought bitterly. 'They could be-'
Gambit fell forward onto the table. Unconscious.
"Nice work, Fred." Saint John said as he moved towards the fallen boy. Fred's well placed punch would render the young mutant unconscious for hours. Plenty of time to relocate him.
"Let's pick him up and take him out before someone notices.." John stripped off his waiter garb as Fred tossed the boy over his shoulder.
"Why?" Kurt asked, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Well, it reminds me of home for one thing, and some of the best Cajun diners are around the corner."
"Oh.." Kurt sighed.
"Kurt? Kurt Wagner is that you?" Gambit and Kurt turned as a feminine figure stepped from the shadows.
She was a little taller than Kurt, about Gambit's height. She had shoulder length blondish hair, and sporty blue eyes. She grinned wildly at Kurt.
"A-Amanda!" Kurt ran from Gambit's side and threw his arms around her.
"Stand back, stand back! Lemme get a look at you!" She held him out at arms length, looking him up and down as he posed. She giggled.
"You look great!"
"So do you!"
Gambit put his hands in his coat pockets, slightly uncomfortable as they continued with the small talk.
His stomach rumbled.
"I'm gonna go get some grub, Kurt, then I'm headin' back."
"A-are you sure Remy? We can go with you if you'd like?"
"No! You two catch up, I like eating alone better anyway." He smiled. "Catch ya later." He flashed a grin, and started down the street.
He grinned inwardly as their voices faded.
'What are the chances of that?'
A slight shudder passed over him as he thought of something else.
'Hope I don't meet anybody I used to know..'
He smiled again as he looked up. A nice Cajun restaurant was just ahead. It consisted of a nice, outside cafe with a total of seven tables, and a small building where the cooking and cleaning took place. Gambit sauntered over and sat down at a table near a small brick wall. Seeing that all the waiters were busy, Gambit pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and began to shuffle them absently.
"'Ello!" Gambit looked up as a thickly accented voice greeted him. "May I.. uh, take your order?" Gambit looked the waiter over. He was tall and lanky with shaggy hair and mischievous eyes. His accent was thick Australian.
"Well," Gambit drew his eyes to the name tag. "John, I have yet to see a menu.."
"Oh, yeah.. Yo, Fred! Bring me a menu!" Gambit sighed as Fred walked over. He was no tall and lanky John, he looked slightly obese, and almost towered over the other two.
"Thanks.." Gambit mumbled, taking the menu. He sighed and attempted to look it over, but his thoughts wondered.
Amanda, a girl who'd known Kurt in Germany had miraculously found him here. She knew him when he was a free-spirited circus performer, what would she think of him now that he belonged to the X-men?
X-men...
Gambit stitched his eyebrows together.
When Kurt lived in Germany, he was a 'circus freak' because he couldn't hide his true form. Because he didn't have Professor Xavier's technology.
He wouldn't have had his image inducer.
Amanda had recognized a form of Kurt she'd never known.
She was a fake.
"Kurt.." Gambit stood slowly, shocked that he hadn't realized sooner. "Kurt!"
'They could be anywhere by now!' He thought bitterly. 'They could be-'
Gambit fell forward onto the table. Unconscious.
"Nice work, Fred." Saint John said as he moved towards the fallen boy. Fred's well placed punch would render the young mutant unconscious for hours. Plenty of time to relocate him.
"Let's pick him up and take him out before someone notices.." John stripped off his waiter garb as Fred tossed the boy over his shoulder.