Redeeming Myself
Hello all, just going to talk to some of my reviewers quick before getting on with the story.
Wildfirefriendship: Sorry about all the errors in the last chapter. Yes I do get lazy when it comes to proof read, so this chapter will be dedicated to you and my eighth grade typing teacher, Mrs. Wolfe I believe was her name, its been like seven years since then and probably much to her dismay, I still do not proof read, but this chapter will be proofread.
Bunny angel: Is this going to be a Romy fic? Honestly no.I prefer to think of it as a Regue fic. As for them sparring, maybe we'll see if I can fit that in somewhere. I got plans for everyone, and a grand design, but sometimes my mind wanders and I go in a different direction.
Ishandahalf: Ok, I really don't have much against Scott. In fact in the comic books I like him. Well I did till they revamped them all again. Now he looks like a reject from Star Trek. But the fact that Scott and Remy's personalities clash so nicely and Gambit is by far my favorite character. In fact I have a picture of Gambit hanging in my living room that my wife hates, but its framed so nicely. Scott and Remy will clash, I'm just not sure when yet.
Enemy no More?
Logan had just returned home, Storm had returned maybe five minutes earlier. Each were looking for the Professor. This lead them to the garage, Logan followed the Professor's scent. The students were returning home from school now, and Logan's ears perked up at the sound of a motorcycle. He was confused for a second, he could have sworn he smelt the Professor's scent and the Cajun's where the Rolls-Royce is usually parked. He was assuming the worst, but if the Cajun was on his bike, then what the hell is going on.
Rogue tore into the garage completely exhilarated by the ride home. Of course she left Scott and Jean in the dust. She thought to herself she would have to find some way later to thank the swamp rat with out giving him or anyone else at the mansion wrong ideas. She took off her helmet and looked at Logan and Storm as she stepped off the bike. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Why you on the bike Stripes?" Logan asked hastily.
"The others left with out meh this morning, Remy let meh borrow his bike." Rogue replied relaxed as she un strapped her school bag.
"I should have known.the Cajun kidnapped Chuck!" Logan let out enraged.
"Now Logan you are jumping to conclusions, how did you even arrive at that conclusion?" Storm asked very serious.
"The Cajun's scent is here, and so is Chuck's there both missing and no note was left behind." Logan snapped at Storm as the other students arrived only catching the last of the conversation. They were in a lack for a better word, surprised. Storm clasped her Comm. Link to get a hold of Hank, who she assumed would be able to shed some light on the situation.
"Hank, its Ororo, would you happen to know where the Professor is?" Storm asked in a voice that immediately brought everyone around her quiet.
"Yes, he contacted me a couple hours ago telepathically saying he found our young houseguest about to 'borrow' the Rolls, so the Professor tossed him the keys and they went out to lunch. They should have been back by now, but I have been to engrossed in my work to notice the time passing, I'll be up in a minute." Hank's reply came over the Comm. Link.
"Ok, we're in the garage Hank." Storm replied back to the Comm. Link, now she turned to face the rest of the students in the garage and Logan. "You see they went out to lunch," her eyes now focused on Logan's. "You need to learn some trust here and not jump to conclusions. The Professor went willingly, he was not kidnapped."
"No disrespect Storm, but Dr. McCoy said they've been gone for hours. He may have left willingly, but this guy is untrustworthy and totally unknown to us, the Professor may be being detained against his wishes, who takes hours to eat lunch anyways." Scott said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Like Scott, you're being a total baby here. You have like no proof that anything is wrong, but because you don't like him your all quick to jump to the worse. You know Gambit may not be that bad!" Kitty said stomping her foot and staring at her field leader.
"Ya'll know what? Just have Jean call the Professah telepathically! Why ya'll so slow here!" Rogue let out a little annoyed and place her hand on her hip. She started to understand what Kitty meant the first time that they all found out Gambit was to be staying, how similar it was to her situation and the brotherhood and began to feel bad about it, and the way he was being treated.
At Rogue's comment Jean did just this, Hank arrived now and was waiting for Jean to make contact. When she did she turned back to the others. "Well it seems that the Professor and Gambit are actually just coming up the drive and the Professor has something he would like to say to all of us. I told him everyone was in the garage and he asked for us to wait here." Jean said calmly.
They all stood there in the garage as they watched the Professor's Rolls- Royce pull up to the garage. You could say they were a little surprised to see Gambit driving, but then again how would the Professor drive. Gambit exited the car and walked over to help the Professor out of the car and placed him in the wheel chair he had also taken out of the car. Gambit wheeled the Professor up to the students and the teachers. He of course had that aloof smile of his placed on his face the whole time until he saw Rogue standing by his bike. He gave a wink to her, which made a smile creep to her lips but quickly pushed it away.
"Remy sees y' got his bike back in one piece, dat's always a good sign." Remy said in his all to smooth way.
"Ah told ya I would, didn't ah?" Rogue replied sending him a fake glare. She found herself unable to be able to be mad at him for any reason, she didn't really know why.
"Course y' did Chere." Remy was about to continue but realized all the other students were still here. So he turned to the Professor and said. "Remys thinks dat y'r troops be expectin a speech non?"
The Professor smiled at this comment. The past couple hours were interesting and somewhat informative. He had gotten to know Remy's sense of humor, and even a little bit about his powers. He knew there was so much more to the young man, but wouldn't push it. He was in no place to judge a young man who had been fending for him self for almost two years now, and seemingly was very dedicated his family before that.
"Yeah Chuck, what's the deal with the three hour lunch?" Logan stated impatiently.
"Oui, now dat was my fault, de Professor insisted we wait one hour f'r every drink Remy had before I drove us back." Remy replied while glaring down Logan. Now that he was staying at the mansion, he was not going to take any more crap from that man.
At first the others seemed a little shocked that the Professor has been out drinking with someone, let alone someone under aged. But the Professor decided now was his time to speak. "That's not important, I have some news. Gambit and I came to an agreement over lunch. And he has decided to join us here at the institute." The reactions were priceless. Most of the girls let out a silent yay, they were anticipating many more hours spent by the window they had stared at the day before. A lot of the guys really had no thoughts on the matter, most of them thought of knew hiding places for their valuables. Storm was happy, you could see the smile rise to her face. Logan could be easily described as irritated. Beast also had no real view on the news. Rogue's face remained the mask it had always been, but inside a battle was being fought. One she didn't know which side she wanted to win, or why it was even going on. Scott's face went red. This was not acceptable he thought to himself.
"What do you mean? He's going to be a student here? Go to school at Bayville with us? Why?" Scott let out now clearly annoyed. The very last question, 'Why?' had been directed more towards Gambit.
"You interrupt to fast Scott, Remy will not be joining us here at the institute as a student, but more as an Instructor." The Professor once again got interrupted by sudden gasps and confused looks. Logan and Scott were both about to interrupt again, but the Professor pressed on. "Now listen, young Gambit has many skills that you all could put to good use. Wolverine has been swamped with all the classes he has been running also. The main thing that made me want Remy to join us here was the fact that he may be the stealthiest person I have ever met, and that in it self could be quite valuable. Also I feel some of you students could learn perhaps a little more about self defense, but with a weapon, and Gambit also has an extensive knowledge in that. Dr. McCoy has been teaching you all acrobatics, but for those of you that don't have a mutation that enhances that aspect, it can be quite difficult to keep up, also where Remy can come in. Remy and myself have already discussed terms and conditions, the most important part for you all to know is he may be an instructor, he doesn't have any direct authority over you when you are not in his training class, but I expect him to be treated with the same respect that is shown the rest of us, instructors."
That closed the discussion, and the students began to file into the house. Gambit was about to go talk to Storm, for preparations for their moving, but turned to the Professor quick and asked. "So mon ami, when de first faculty meeting?"
It was evening now, and dinner was finished. Gambit had exited the mansion lighting a cigarette and making his way towards his bike. Logan watched him from a darkened corner, he was about to speak up but Gambit did instead.
"Bon Jour Logan, nice night, non?" Remy replied startling Logan. No one should have been able to detect him there.
"Where you be headed Gumbo?" Logan asked eyeing him keenly.
"Gambit figure dat a drink, maybe game of pool help him relax. Dat's ok wit you?" Remy answered after mounting his bike.
"Sounds like a good idea Gumbo, mind if I join you." Wolverine stated as he made his way to his bike lighting up a cigar.
"Non, tis a free country after all." Gambit replied as he revved up the engine and took off. Logan followed closely behind him.
Kitty, Kurt and Rogue sat on a couch in Xavier's office waiting for Storm and the Professor to arrive. He had telepathically contacted them all, and asked for their presence. Storm arrived first and Kurt spoke up.
"Miss Munroe? Vhat are ve here for?" Kurt asked a little nervous. He had no idea if he had done anything to invoke such a meeting.
"Don't worry Kurt, you are not in trouble." The Professor answered as he rolled into the room closing the door behind him.
"Like what's the deal then Professor?" Kitty spoke up.
"Well, first I wanted to verify that none of you have anything to do after school tomorrow." Storm questioned the student as the Professor positioned him self behind his desk, and Storm stood to his left. The three students answered that they were totally free. "Then I well be picking you up in the van tomorrow. We are hoping that you well assist in helping Remy move some things from a safe house of his to the mansion here."
"Why were only the three of us picked Professah?" Rogue questioned.
"Because you three students will be the first three to be working with Gambit. I know that you Kurt will be very excited. Remy has excellent skill in fencing, and has agreed to teach it to you if you still wish to learn." Kurt nodded enthusiastically. The two girls were wondering what they would be learning now. "As for Kitty and Rogue I am not sure what weapon he well be training you two in, I am assuming he will let it be your personal choice, but will probably have some suggestions as to what might best fit you. Since you three will be the first to work with him, Storm and I were hoping that you guys would take the step into getting to know him a little better."
With that the three students went about their nights thinking of Storm picking them up the next day after school to help Gambit move. Kitty was excited. Gambit seemed like such a nice guy to her. Kurt was also excited, finally learning to fence. Rogue felt nervousness though; she was still trying to figure out what it was about him that cracked her hardened façade she had worked so hard to put in place.
Meanwhile at the bar Logan and Gambit were enjoying a beer, and yes they were actually enjoying a beer. They were also playing a game of pool. Will we find them finishing up their third game of pool; Gambit just sank the eight ball.
"I'm done Gumbo, every time you get a chance you run the table." Logan said huffily and took a seat at a table away from the other patrons. Remy joined him and lit up another cigarette, Logan took the cue and lit up another cigar. "You smoke like a chimney Cajun." Logan stated this with a smirk.
"Oui, dey be bad for y' too, but Gambit thinks he die young, non to worried about a lung Cancer." Remy replied.
"Why are you here?" Logan asked suddenly very serious. "You don't seem like the type of guy to hang out with a bunch of kids?"
"Oui, Gambit have his reasons." Remy replied staring down into his beer glass. Logan kept staring at him though. Remy finally looked up. "If Gambit tell y', think maybe y' give Gambit chance.non?"
"If I like what I hear Gumbo, maybe I'll ease up a bit. And I better like what I here, because you make a good drinking buddy." Logan now let out a half smile. Most people would think this rude, but most people don't know Logan, and the most you can usually get out of him is a quarter smile.
"Y' know you've probably done some bad t'ings in your past Logan, mistakes made dat caused bad things to happen. But you can't be sure what they were, y' got a feeling dey happened dough. Remy unfortunately remember his, Creed.he caused de first one. I couldn't save dem both, I tried but it not work. My mutant powers, dey caused a couple more. Dat's why I'm here, to try to stop more bad t'ings from happening. Also for Stormy. She's like a soeur ta Remy." Gambit let out a hurtful sigh.
"Ok Gumbo, I know there is more, but I can see it in your eyes that you're trying to be honorable here. So I'll let it go.plus your killing my buzz. How bout a shot of Tequila 1812. Its not an apology but a 'hey no hard feelings for the past two days'." Logan said standing up abruptly and moving towards the bar. "But Gumbo, I'm still going to be watching you, just not as hard as I planned." Gambit smiled at this, when he was with the Acolytes, Pyro and Colossus couldn't drink, and to hell if he'd drink with Creed. Maybe Logan won't be that bad.
The next day after school Storm had picked up Kurt, Kitty and Rogue like planned. Gambit was already at his safe house, and gave the location to Storm. The four of them arrived there and were in awe of what they saw. The safe house on the outside looked like a rundown apartment building. But inside the one apartment Gambit had claimed for himself, the wall was all black, and not full of holes. Nice black leather furniture was scattered through out the apartment. A very expensive stereo system sat in the corner, while a Flat T.V. hung on the wall. The place was not messy. A couple oriental rugs were laid on the floor here and their while, posters of various Heavy Metal Rock bands from the eighties (True Heavy Metal Bands such as Metallica, Megadeath and Ozzy) hung along side very famous pieces of art that Remy most likely acquired in not to legal ways. Also various thieving equipment and weapons were laid about the floor in the corner.
"Vow" was all Kurt could say.
"Like I never pictured you the dark moody type Gambit?" Kitty said as she took in the place.
"Swamp Rat, did ya'll actually pay fir any of this?" Rogue asked in awe of the many nice things he had.
"Oui, Remy paid for de electronics." Gambit said as he was hanging from a fan attached to the ceiling. He was removing a ceiling tile which had a safe built in above it.
"And Remy, where did you get that money from." Storm asked as she began to pile boxes that Remy had already packed towards the door.
"Remy's fee for services rendered Stormy.Kurt y' t'ink y' could pack up da sound system for me?" Storm shot a half smiling, half glaring look at Remy for the use of her nickname; Kurt nodded to Remy and began to pack up the sound system. "Kitty, Gambit got a box in de corner, y' t'ink y' could pack dose weapons for him?" Kitty also nodded and made her way there.
"And what about meh Swamp Rat?" Rogue let out a little annoyed she hadn't been given anything to do.
"Y' Chere, you come stand directly under Remy, he wants y' to catch something." Rogue did as Remy asked and he dropped one of two duffel bags he had taken out of the safe, and placed the other back. Then he dropped what seemed to be a photo album. Rogue caught both of these. Out of curiosity she opened the duffel bag and saw a lot of money. She assumed there was more in the other. She was about to look in the album when Remy suddenly dropped right in front of her. She was shocked a bit and just stared into his eyes, much like the day they first met. Remy reached for the photo album and she held onto it, lost in his eyes. This moment could be exactly the same as their first meeting. Except no explosive card, a photo album they both clasped instead. They were not wearing their uniforms, instead just casual clothes. But they were both lost in the others eyes.
"Est-ce que n'importe qui vous a jamais indiqué, vous pour avoir la belle fille verte d'yeux?" Remy asked in a quiet whisper. They were just inches apart. Finally Rogue relented the photo album and backed up. She was breathless, wordless. She had no idea what to make of this sudden rush of emotion. Except for the fact, that she liked it. She racked her brain for a second trying to recall anything she learned in French class. Finally able to translate what he said. She smiled now, and she didn't try to hide it. She just replied.
"Faites-ainsi vous, Remy."
TBC
A/N Well there is another chapter. Hoped you all liked it, and I hope to hear if you did or didn't. I'll through some translations for the few French phrases I used.
Soeur----Sister
Est-ce que n'importe qui vous a jamais indiqué, vous pour avoir la belle fille verte d'yeux?----Did anyone ever tell you, you have beautiful green eyes girl?
Faites-ainsi vous, Remy------So do you Remy.
And Wildfirefriendship, how was that for proof reading? Lemme know huh.
Hello all, just going to talk to some of my reviewers quick before getting on with the story.
Wildfirefriendship: Sorry about all the errors in the last chapter. Yes I do get lazy when it comes to proof read, so this chapter will be dedicated to you and my eighth grade typing teacher, Mrs. Wolfe I believe was her name, its been like seven years since then and probably much to her dismay, I still do not proof read, but this chapter will be proofread.
Bunny angel: Is this going to be a Romy fic? Honestly no.I prefer to think of it as a Regue fic. As for them sparring, maybe we'll see if I can fit that in somewhere. I got plans for everyone, and a grand design, but sometimes my mind wanders and I go in a different direction.
Ishandahalf: Ok, I really don't have much against Scott. In fact in the comic books I like him. Well I did till they revamped them all again. Now he looks like a reject from Star Trek. But the fact that Scott and Remy's personalities clash so nicely and Gambit is by far my favorite character. In fact I have a picture of Gambit hanging in my living room that my wife hates, but its framed so nicely. Scott and Remy will clash, I'm just not sure when yet.
Enemy no More?
Logan had just returned home, Storm had returned maybe five minutes earlier. Each were looking for the Professor. This lead them to the garage, Logan followed the Professor's scent. The students were returning home from school now, and Logan's ears perked up at the sound of a motorcycle. He was confused for a second, he could have sworn he smelt the Professor's scent and the Cajun's where the Rolls-Royce is usually parked. He was assuming the worst, but if the Cajun was on his bike, then what the hell is going on.
Rogue tore into the garage completely exhilarated by the ride home. Of course she left Scott and Jean in the dust. She thought to herself she would have to find some way later to thank the swamp rat with out giving him or anyone else at the mansion wrong ideas. She took off her helmet and looked at Logan and Storm as she stepped off the bike. "What's going on?" she asked.
"Why you on the bike Stripes?" Logan asked hastily.
"The others left with out meh this morning, Remy let meh borrow his bike." Rogue replied relaxed as she un strapped her school bag.
"I should have known.the Cajun kidnapped Chuck!" Logan let out enraged.
"Now Logan you are jumping to conclusions, how did you even arrive at that conclusion?" Storm asked very serious.
"The Cajun's scent is here, and so is Chuck's there both missing and no note was left behind." Logan snapped at Storm as the other students arrived only catching the last of the conversation. They were in a lack for a better word, surprised. Storm clasped her Comm. Link to get a hold of Hank, who she assumed would be able to shed some light on the situation.
"Hank, its Ororo, would you happen to know where the Professor is?" Storm asked in a voice that immediately brought everyone around her quiet.
"Yes, he contacted me a couple hours ago telepathically saying he found our young houseguest about to 'borrow' the Rolls, so the Professor tossed him the keys and they went out to lunch. They should have been back by now, but I have been to engrossed in my work to notice the time passing, I'll be up in a minute." Hank's reply came over the Comm. Link.
"Ok, we're in the garage Hank." Storm replied back to the Comm. Link, now she turned to face the rest of the students in the garage and Logan. "You see they went out to lunch," her eyes now focused on Logan's. "You need to learn some trust here and not jump to conclusions. The Professor went willingly, he was not kidnapped."
"No disrespect Storm, but Dr. McCoy said they've been gone for hours. He may have left willingly, but this guy is untrustworthy and totally unknown to us, the Professor may be being detained against his wishes, who takes hours to eat lunch anyways." Scott said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Like Scott, you're being a total baby here. You have like no proof that anything is wrong, but because you don't like him your all quick to jump to the worse. You know Gambit may not be that bad!" Kitty said stomping her foot and staring at her field leader.
"Ya'll know what? Just have Jean call the Professah telepathically! Why ya'll so slow here!" Rogue let out a little annoyed and place her hand on her hip. She started to understand what Kitty meant the first time that they all found out Gambit was to be staying, how similar it was to her situation and the brotherhood and began to feel bad about it, and the way he was being treated.
At Rogue's comment Jean did just this, Hank arrived now and was waiting for Jean to make contact. When she did she turned back to the others. "Well it seems that the Professor and Gambit are actually just coming up the drive and the Professor has something he would like to say to all of us. I told him everyone was in the garage and he asked for us to wait here." Jean said calmly.
They all stood there in the garage as they watched the Professor's Rolls- Royce pull up to the garage. You could say they were a little surprised to see Gambit driving, but then again how would the Professor drive. Gambit exited the car and walked over to help the Professor out of the car and placed him in the wheel chair he had also taken out of the car. Gambit wheeled the Professor up to the students and the teachers. He of course had that aloof smile of his placed on his face the whole time until he saw Rogue standing by his bike. He gave a wink to her, which made a smile creep to her lips but quickly pushed it away.
"Remy sees y' got his bike back in one piece, dat's always a good sign." Remy said in his all to smooth way.
"Ah told ya I would, didn't ah?" Rogue replied sending him a fake glare. She found herself unable to be able to be mad at him for any reason, she didn't really know why.
"Course y' did Chere." Remy was about to continue but realized all the other students were still here. So he turned to the Professor and said. "Remys thinks dat y'r troops be expectin a speech non?"
The Professor smiled at this comment. The past couple hours were interesting and somewhat informative. He had gotten to know Remy's sense of humor, and even a little bit about his powers. He knew there was so much more to the young man, but wouldn't push it. He was in no place to judge a young man who had been fending for him self for almost two years now, and seemingly was very dedicated his family before that.
"Yeah Chuck, what's the deal with the three hour lunch?" Logan stated impatiently.
"Oui, now dat was my fault, de Professor insisted we wait one hour f'r every drink Remy had before I drove us back." Remy replied while glaring down Logan. Now that he was staying at the mansion, he was not going to take any more crap from that man.
At first the others seemed a little shocked that the Professor has been out drinking with someone, let alone someone under aged. But the Professor decided now was his time to speak. "That's not important, I have some news. Gambit and I came to an agreement over lunch. And he has decided to join us here at the institute." The reactions were priceless. Most of the girls let out a silent yay, they were anticipating many more hours spent by the window they had stared at the day before. A lot of the guys really had no thoughts on the matter, most of them thought of knew hiding places for their valuables. Storm was happy, you could see the smile rise to her face. Logan could be easily described as irritated. Beast also had no real view on the news. Rogue's face remained the mask it had always been, but inside a battle was being fought. One she didn't know which side she wanted to win, or why it was even going on. Scott's face went red. This was not acceptable he thought to himself.
"What do you mean? He's going to be a student here? Go to school at Bayville with us? Why?" Scott let out now clearly annoyed. The very last question, 'Why?' had been directed more towards Gambit.
"You interrupt to fast Scott, Remy will not be joining us here at the institute as a student, but more as an Instructor." The Professor once again got interrupted by sudden gasps and confused looks. Logan and Scott were both about to interrupt again, but the Professor pressed on. "Now listen, young Gambit has many skills that you all could put to good use. Wolverine has been swamped with all the classes he has been running also. The main thing that made me want Remy to join us here was the fact that he may be the stealthiest person I have ever met, and that in it self could be quite valuable. Also I feel some of you students could learn perhaps a little more about self defense, but with a weapon, and Gambit also has an extensive knowledge in that. Dr. McCoy has been teaching you all acrobatics, but for those of you that don't have a mutation that enhances that aspect, it can be quite difficult to keep up, also where Remy can come in. Remy and myself have already discussed terms and conditions, the most important part for you all to know is he may be an instructor, he doesn't have any direct authority over you when you are not in his training class, but I expect him to be treated with the same respect that is shown the rest of us, instructors."
That closed the discussion, and the students began to file into the house. Gambit was about to go talk to Storm, for preparations for their moving, but turned to the Professor quick and asked. "So mon ami, when de first faculty meeting?"
It was evening now, and dinner was finished. Gambit had exited the mansion lighting a cigarette and making his way towards his bike. Logan watched him from a darkened corner, he was about to speak up but Gambit did instead.
"Bon Jour Logan, nice night, non?" Remy replied startling Logan. No one should have been able to detect him there.
"Where you be headed Gumbo?" Logan asked eyeing him keenly.
"Gambit figure dat a drink, maybe game of pool help him relax. Dat's ok wit you?" Remy answered after mounting his bike.
"Sounds like a good idea Gumbo, mind if I join you." Wolverine stated as he made his way to his bike lighting up a cigar.
"Non, tis a free country after all." Gambit replied as he revved up the engine and took off. Logan followed closely behind him.
Kitty, Kurt and Rogue sat on a couch in Xavier's office waiting for Storm and the Professor to arrive. He had telepathically contacted them all, and asked for their presence. Storm arrived first and Kurt spoke up.
"Miss Munroe? Vhat are ve here for?" Kurt asked a little nervous. He had no idea if he had done anything to invoke such a meeting.
"Don't worry Kurt, you are not in trouble." The Professor answered as he rolled into the room closing the door behind him.
"Like what's the deal then Professor?" Kitty spoke up.
"Well, first I wanted to verify that none of you have anything to do after school tomorrow." Storm questioned the student as the Professor positioned him self behind his desk, and Storm stood to his left. The three students answered that they were totally free. "Then I well be picking you up in the van tomorrow. We are hoping that you well assist in helping Remy move some things from a safe house of his to the mansion here."
"Why were only the three of us picked Professah?" Rogue questioned.
"Because you three students will be the first three to be working with Gambit. I know that you Kurt will be very excited. Remy has excellent skill in fencing, and has agreed to teach it to you if you still wish to learn." Kurt nodded enthusiastically. The two girls were wondering what they would be learning now. "As for Kitty and Rogue I am not sure what weapon he well be training you two in, I am assuming he will let it be your personal choice, but will probably have some suggestions as to what might best fit you. Since you three will be the first to work with him, Storm and I were hoping that you guys would take the step into getting to know him a little better."
With that the three students went about their nights thinking of Storm picking them up the next day after school to help Gambit move. Kitty was excited. Gambit seemed like such a nice guy to her. Kurt was also excited, finally learning to fence. Rogue felt nervousness though; she was still trying to figure out what it was about him that cracked her hardened façade she had worked so hard to put in place.
Meanwhile at the bar Logan and Gambit were enjoying a beer, and yes they were actually enjoying a beer. They were also playing a game of pool. Will we find them finishing up their third game of pool; Gambit just sank the eight ball.
"I'm done Gumbo, every time you get a chance you run the table." Logan said huffily and took a seat at a table away from the other patrons. Remy joined him and lit up another cigarette, Logan took the cue and lit up another cigar. "You smoke like a chimney Cajun." Logan stated this with a smirk.
"Oui, dey be bad for y' too, but Gambit thinks he die young, non to worried about a lung Cancer." Remy replied.
"Why are you here?" Logan asked suddenly very serious. "You don't seem like the type of guy to hang out with a bunch of kids?"
"Oui, Gambit have his reasons." Remy replied staring down into his beer glass. Logan kept staring at him though. Remy finally looked up. "If Gambit tell y', think maybe y' give Gambit chance.non?"
"If I like what I hear Gumbo, maybe I'll ease up a bit. And I better like what I here, because you make a good drinking buddy." Logan now let out a half smile. Most people would think this rude, but most people don't know Logan, and the most you can usually get out of him is a quarter smile.
"Y' know you've probably done some bad t'ings in your past Logan, mistakes made dat caused bad things to happen. But you can't be sure what they were, y' got a feeling dey happened dough. Remy unfortunately remember his, Creed.he caused de first one. I couldn't save dem both, I tried but it not work. My mutant powers, dey caused a couple more. Dat's why I'm here, to try to stop more bad t'ings from happening. Also for Stormy. She's like a soeur ta Remy." Gambit let out a hurtful sigh.
"Ok Gumbo, I know there is more, but I can see it in your eyes that you're trying to be honorable here. So I'll let it go.plus your killing my buzz. How bout a shot of Tequila 1812. Its not an apology but a 'hey no hard feelings for the past two days'." Logan said standing up abruptly and moving towards the bar. "But Gumbo, I'm still going to be watching you, just not as hard as I planned." Gambit smiled at this, when he was with the Acolytes, Pyro and Colossus couldn't drink, and to hell if he'd drink with Creed. Maybe Logan won't be that bad.
The next day after school Storm had picked up Kurt, Kitty and Rogue like planned. Gambit was already at his safe house, and gave the location to Storm. The four of them arrived there and were in awe of what they saw. The safe house on the outside looked like a rundown apartment building. But inside the one apartment Gambit had claimed for himself, the wall was all black, and not full of holes. Nice black leather furniture was scattered through out the apartment. A very expensive stereo system sat in the corner, while a Flat T.V. hung on the wall. The place was not messy. A couple oriental rugs were laid on the floor here and their while, posters of various Heavy Metal Rock bands from the eighties (True Heavy Metal Bands such as Metallica, Megadeath and Ozzy) hung along side very famous pieces of art that Remy most likely acquired in not to legal ways. Also various thieving equipment and weapons were laid about the floor in the corner.
"Vow" was all Kurt could say.
"Like I never pictured you the dark moody type Gambit?" Kitty said as she took in the place.
"Swamp Rat, did ya'll actually pay fir any of this?" Rogue asked in awe of the many nice things he had.
"Oui, Remy paid for de electronics." Gambit said as he was hanging from a fan attached to the ceiling. He was removing a ceiling tile which had a safe built in above it.
"And Remy, where did you get that money from." Storm asked as she began to pile boxes that Remy had already packed towards the door.
"Remy's fee for services rendered Stormy.Kurt y' t'ink y' could pack up da sound system for me?" Storm shot a half smiling, half glaring look at Remy for the use of her nickname; Kurt nodded to Remy and began to pack up the sound system. "Kitty, Gambit got a box in de corner, y' t'ink y' could pack dose weapons for him?" Kitty also nodded and made her way there.
"And what about meh Swamp Rat?" Rogue let out a little annoyed she hadn't been given anything to do.
"Y' Chere, you come stand directly under Remy, he wants y' to catch something." Rogue did as Remy asked and he dropped one of two duffel bags he had taken out of the safe, and placed the other back. Then he dropped what seemed to be a photo album. Rogue caught both of these. Out of curiosity she opened the duffel bag and saw a lot of money. She assumed there was more in the other. She was about to look in the album when Remy suddenly dropped right in front of her. She was shocked a bit and just stared into his eyes, much like the day they first met. Remy reached for the photo album and she held onto it, lost in his eyes. This moment could be exactly the same as their first meeting. Except no explosive card, a photo album they both clasped instead. They were not wearing their uniforms, instead just casual clothes. But they were both lost in the others eyes.
"Est-ce que n'importe qui vous a jamais indiqué, vous pour avoir la belle fille verte d'yeux?" Remy asked in a quiet whisper. They were just inches apart. Finally Rogue relented the photo album and backed up. She was breathless, wordless. She had no idea what to make of this sudden rush of emotion. Except for the fact, that she liked it. She racked her brain for a second trying to recall anything she learned in French class. Finally able to translate what he said. She smiled now, and she didn't try to hide it. She just replied.
"Faites-ainsi vous, Remy."
TBC
A/N Well there is another chapter. Hoped you all liked it, and I hope to hear if you did or didn't. I'll through some translations for the few French phrases I used.
Soeur----Sister
Est-ce que n'importe qui vous a jamais indiqué, vous pour avoir la belle fille verte d'yeux?----Did anyone ever tell you, you have beautiful green eyes girl?
Faites-ainsi vous, Remy------So do you Remy.
And Wildfirefriendship, how was that for proof reading? Lemme know huh.
