----------------Redeeming Myself-------------------------------
Ishandhalf and Bunny Angel: This Chapter is for you two.
Wolviesfan: The reason Gambit is teaching armed combat is two fold, one Logan is to busy teaching hand to hand to the X-Men and New Mutants, and Prof. Xavier is trying to entice Remy to stay at the mansion. If he said "Hey I want you to assist Logan in teaching." our free spirited Cajun probably would have laughed and left.
Furthermore I would like to apologize in the length it has taken me to update. Hope this Chapter makes up for it. Some one said to work on my layout but every time I upload it, Fanfiction.Net squashes it, and also none of my bold or italic font comes up. Any suggestions?
--------------------More Than I bargained For.------------
Rogue sighed to herself as she passed the Rec Room. Once again the T.V. was taken over, she had finished her latest book, and it was too late to go out. She started to walk around the mansion completely bored out of her mind, kind of tired also from helping Gambit move in this afternoon, 'he thinks ah have beautiful eyes.' she thought to herself. Nervously she made her way to his room, see if maybe he needed some help unpacking or something, he opted not to eat dinner with the rest of the students, she wondered why.
Rogue knocked on the door of Remy's bedroom as she kept trying to give herself a reason for being there. Was it to get to know him better since he was going to be instructing her, maybe it was to find out what weapon he would be training her in. Her last thought before she heard Remy call out to her from inside his bedroom was.'maybe ah can figah out what this feeling is in mah stomach?'
"It's open!" Remy called out from his room. They'd had finished moving his stuff to the room about three hours ago, and he had been up there organizing his room ever since. Rogue entered and stared in shock, everything had a place, the room looked completely organized as if he had lived there for years. She glanced around the room and noticed him sitting on his windowsill smoking a cigarette with the photo album from earlier today lying at his feet. Remy noticed it was Rogue, he cracked his charming smile and winked at her. "Evening Chere, Remy figured y' be da last person t' come t' his room?"
"Well Swamp Rat, Ah was bored, every one here cahn be so dull." Rogue said as she made her way into his room. He motioned for her to have a seat near the window on the floor, Rogue uncharacteristically complied. "So, what ya up tah?" Rogue asked after she had taken her seat.
Remy smiled at her, took the last drag of his cigarette and flicked it out the window, also exhaling the smoke out the window. He then slid down the wall now facing Rogue and picked up the photo album. "Dinking bout home."
"Mind if ah see?" Rogue asked while she absent-mindedly batted her eyes at him. Once she realized what she had done, she scolded herself for acting like a typical high school girl.
"Non, lets take a look." Remy flipped the album open as Rogue looked down, the first picture we see would be Remy about seven years old being brought into the house. He was wearing very dirty and ratty clothes. "Dat was the day mon Pere picked me up off the streets and invited me into his family." Remy smiled sadly at those memories.
"Yah mean yah all were adopted?" Rogue asked a little surprised.
"Oui." Was Remy's only reply.
"Yah eyes were Red on Black back than, how early did ya get yah powers?" Rogue asked a bit curious.
"Remy's eyes been like this since birth, figured dat why his real parents bandoned him." Rogue noticed the pain in Remy's voice, this being the first time she truly looked at Remy, and she saw a person, not an Acolyte, not a Charming Egotistical boy, not an instructor. So almost on instinct her hand shot forward to turn the page. She didn't want to hear the pain in his voice. Little did she know that a picture on the next page wouldn't help any at all.
"And who is that?" Rogue drawled out southernly as she saw a very amusing picture of Remy, a guy and another girl dressed in what could only be described as good ole down south attire.
"Hmmm" Remy smiled at first. "Da one on da right, dat be my cousin Lapin." Now his voice filled with regret. "and da femme, she was another cousin, Genevieve."
Rogue racked her brain for a second, he said 'was' and where has she heard the name Genevieve? Than it dawned on her, the tape, his fight with Sabretooth. She was curious but wanted to respect his privacy. Her curiosity won out. "Remy."she started slowly. "Ah've been wondering, what happened between yah, Sabretooth and da girl, Genevieve?" Remy stood up and stared out the window for a couple minutes. Rogue was really starting to regret asking the question, she was about to apologize when Remy lit up a cigarette and just stared out the window. Rogue stood up, and fought the urge to place a hand on his back and pat it apologetically. The urge won. As she placed her gloved hand on his back Remy began to speak.
"Remy dinks he was bout twelve, hard to know how old y' are, when y' don't even know your own birthday. Lapin, Genie, and me.we were da best of friends. Da t'ree of us, we spend da days pick pocketing and da nights seeing da city. Let Remy tell ya chere, Nawlins be da greatest city in da world." Remy took another drag of his cigarette, Rogue tried to get a good look at those amazingly beautiful eyes, they were full of regret, full of painful memories. She began caressing his back feeling very guilty for bringing up his past. "Remy still member dat day like it was yesterday. One more pocket t' pick I tole Lapin and Genie, dey said we had enough, but Remy, he spotted a big pinch."
-------------------------Flashback: New Orleans, Years Ago.----------------- ------------------
"Remy, lets go.we got enough!" Lapin sighed but knowing his cousin all to well, he knew his pleas were falling on deaf ears.
"Let da boy go, we head back to da safe house Lapin." Genie sighed also knowing it was pointless to argue.
"Who y' t' be calling Remy a boy petite? Remy have y' know he probably older den y'" Remy smiled mischievously. "Remy meet y' back at da house."
And with that, young Remy began following a tall man in a very extravagant business suit as his two cousins headed off in another direction. Remy weaved in and out of the crowd finally bumping into him in the subtlest of ways.
"Many pardons sir, the street be busy, so sorry for bumping into y'." Remy spoke very sincerely and innocent. His face looked that of an angel, except for his dark sunglasses that hid his demon eyes. With out waiting for a reply Remy bowed and started to stroll away. Once he thought himself out of sight he reached for the wallet and flipped through it. He was right; Victor Creed according to the license was a very wealthy man. At least two thousand in cash in his wallet, 'tourists' he thought to himself.
Victor Creed knew something was off by the boy. He didn't smell right when he said his apology. He felt for his wallet, 'a pick pocket, go figure' he thought to himself. He sniffed the air seeking out the boy's scent. Once he picked it up, Victor switched to predator mode.
"Does Remy have an eye or what?" Remy exclaimed as he entered the safe house. Only Lapin and Genie were there. The guild had numerous safe houses all over New Orleans and it was never unlikely that most were empty. He closed the door and flopped the wallet down on the table Genie and Lapin sat around. A pile of wallets sat there, but went unnoticed when they saw two thousand dollars spill out of the wallet that Remy threw down.
"Good lord Remy.dat tourist must be furious!" Lapin exclaimed excitedly.
Genie was about to add her gleeful statement when a deep roaring was heard from the door and a man burst through it with an apparent animal rage.
"Da Hell?" Remy screamed. Before he could say anything else the man had both Lapin and Genevieve in his arms, both would be screaming for mercy except Victor had their faces enclosed in his giant hand like claws.
"O.K. Pup! I'll teach you to pick pocket me!" Victor roared out with anger.
"Monsieur Creed! Remy begs y' dey didn't do any ding! Punish me instead!" Remy cursed him self. The pinch was easy, the prize was great. But it seems that there was a price to pay. One that he didn't know if he could pay.
"Oh, Pup you will be punished." Victor laughed evilly. His eyes glanced the room and saw something. He grabbed it, smiled at young Remy and said. "Five minutes, you and me on the roof, don't call anybody or they die." And with that Remy was left, scared, probably even more scared than when he was alone on the streets just years before.
"What have y' done Remy?" he said out loud. Remy sighed, contemplating what to do, never had he been in a situation such as this. 'When y' were on da streets.' he thought to himself, 'de only life y' were responsible for were y' own, but non, not anymore.Genie and Lapin's lives be in y'r hands. Dey y'r family.what have y' done Remy.' With that final thought, the five minutes had passed. He began to make his way to the roof praying to what ever God that cursed his life that he made the right decision in not calling any one in the guild for help.
"What's your name Pup?" Victor said in a very calm tone. Remy had just stepped onto the roof and saw both Lapin and Genie tied hands and feet, blindfolded and gagged, standing just inches from the edge of the building. One of them standing on each side of Victor Creed. Remy became startled out of the situation before him when a grappling hook attached to a rope landed in front of him. "I said your name, Pup?"
"Remy.Remy Lebeau." He said softly. He had no idea what was happening, it was all moving to fast for his young mind. Here he was probably no more than twelve years old, with his two cousins, of the same age, at the mercy of this sadistic monster.
"Take off your glasses! I wanna see your eyes Lebeau! I wanna see the fear and pain in your eyes.no one steals from me, no one I said. And this will teach you!" Victor growled out. Remy removed his sunglasses quicker than he ever had. Maybe Le Diablo Blanc, a name he hated, but had worn for the first years of his life could scare this man to letting them go. His black orbs meddled into the dusk that was setting. The crimson blood like orbs stared towards Victor Creed. Remy waited for a gasp, a shocked look on his face. None would ever appear; all he heard, all he saw was laughter. A look of amusement etched on to his face. "I'll be damned. Only a demon eyed little mutant could ever have the balls to pick pocket me." Victor echoed out amused.
Remy was shocked by the reaction, but fought in him self for poise, he fought to remain calm; "What do y' want wit me, what do y' want Remy t' do?"
"Choose, you can save one of them for sure, maybe both of them if you are good and lucky, or maybe neither. You choose whom to save; I'm giving you the grappling hook, just to show I'm a good sport. But know this, no matter which one you save, the other dies because of your poor choice today. I may be the one who drops them, but you're the one decides who lives, who dies. Next time take a good look at who you're stealing from." Victor Creed said sternly, with a hint of joy in his voice.
"Y' monter.y'r crazy Merde! Y' can't do dis!" Remy screamed. Their lives in his hands, they both told him to not do the last pocket, but he did anyways, and now one of them was going to die, maybe both. 'Non! Remy save dem both!' he thought to him self.
"Can't do this?" Victor asked feigning puzzlement. Victor through his hands up in the air as in a mock state of frustration, unfortunately for Remy, his arms smacked into both Genie and Lapin, which sent them flying over the edge.
Remy acted on instinct. He ran towards the edge and dived off the roof. While doing this he fastened the rope around his body, and launched the grappling hook into a window on the side of the building. Now secure in the knowledge he was anchored to something he focused all his energy to create the perfect form to gain momentum. Genie was closest to him and was able to wrap his arm around her waist. Now using both their weight to gain speed on Lapin, they reached him within seconds. Lapin's feet were all that Remy could grab with his free hand. He looped his arm into the ties that bond his feet together. Just as Remy was about to secure his other arm around Genevieve, the rope ran its length, with a sudden jerk his arm let go. Genevieve's blindfold had fallen away. As Remy hung there with Lapin secured in one hand, all he could do was stare into Genie's fear stricken eyes as she fell to her death, her gag stopping her cries for help from escaping her mouth, but not stopping the cries from escaping her eyes, meeting a young Remy's guilt filled eyes as he could hear the laughter of a man he would never forget, the laughter of Victor Creed would forever be embedded in his very soul.
-------------------------------------End Flashback-------------------------- -------------------------
"Lapin was lucky dat day, his blind fold stayed on, he didn't see her eyes. Those eyes haunt my dreams to dis day. I failed her." Remy finished off in a whisper. Surprisingly throughout Remy's telling of this painful memory, Rogue had turned him to face her; she had pulled him close to her, embracing him in a hug.
"Shhh, it wasn't yah fault, Sabratuuth drahped him. Not yah, yah did ya best it sounds." Rogue whispered into his ear. She never knew he could be so vulnerable. She never expected someone could have such deep regret about something in their past that was obviously not their fault.
"Rogue.y' don't understand, Remy be de one who stole de wallet.Remy shoulda been da one t' die!" he sighed out desperately as he pushed her away a little. Rogue grabbed his face in her gloved hands; she focused his eyes into her own. Remy lost himself in that moment in those eyes. He couldn't turn away as much as he wanted, he could see concern there, as well as compassion, a compassion that had been missing from his life for so long.
"Y' listen tah me y' stubborn ass swamp rat, people go tah jail for thaht! Kids go tah Juvey Hall! They don't hahve tah watch their family die!" She looked deep into his eyes and felt her heart melt. What was it about him that brought out this compassionate.'feminine side?' Rogue thought to herself. "Is that why yah all hate him so much?" Rogue asked trying to break free from this moment that was causing some kind of stirring in her stomach.
"Dere be more, Dat.dat be another story chere.lets not talk bout dat.kay?" Remy asked, he didn't want to relive that part of his life. No amount of beautiful green eyes could make that okay.
"Sure Remy, maybe we talk bout what weapon ya'll beh training meh in?" Rogue asked sincerely. Maybe some day she'd pry for that information, but not today. Her train of thought was broken when she saw Remy lift her gloved finger tips to his lips and kiss them gently, then move those same fingertips of hers, to her own lips. Startled and forced to blush she looked down as he went to his closet.
"Oui, Remy was dinking you'd be good wit dese." Remy said now having regained his composure and tossed her two small objects she caught them and put one down. He walked over to her and stood closely behind her, he took the one she held and place her hand on one of the five-inch limbs of the small metal object. She held it in her hand with four inches sticking perpendicular towards her fist, and another four inches going straight back running along side her arm. Remy pushed a button on the tip of the weapon that rested on the inside of the weapon. Another fourteen inches shoot out down towards the floor. "Retractable Billy Club. Dey starts out small and easy to carry on y'r uniform, den BAM deadly weapons. By da time Remy done wit y' nobody gonna mess wit y' mah chere."
Rogue turned from this very comfortable position, and once again stared deep into his eyes. With the most threatening glare she could muster she spoke the next sentence very sternly "Cajun, ah think yah just got more thahn yah bargained for if yah think ahm totally helpless." Remy smiled his patented devil may care smile, his eyes flashed with an angel's charm, Rogue melted, her glare subsided and her voice softened as she asked "Yah think yah can handle meh?"
"Remy don know chere, but Remy tell y' dis.he looking forward t' it." Remy said suavely as they just stood there, mere inches apart, before he turned towards the window to smoke another cigarette.
"Yah know Remy, Storm catches yah smoking here, she'll send a monsoon after yah." Rogue said warningly.
"Oui, but lets not talk bout Stormy."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------A/N Well there it is, once again reviews most welcomed, in fact reviews needed to inflate or deflate my ego. Thanks to all that read, and more to all that reviewed. Until next time, Have a Day.
Ishandhalf and Bunny Angel: This Chapter is for you two.
Wolviesfan: The reason Gambit is teaching armed combat is two fold, one Logan is to busy teaching hand to hand to the X-Men and New Mutants, and Prof. Xavier is trying to entice Remy to stay at the mansion. If he said "Hey I want you to assist Logan in teaching." our free spirited Cajun probably would have laughed and left.
Furthermore I would like to apologize in the length it has taken me to update. Hope this Chapter makes up for it. Some one said to work on my layout but every time I upload it, Fanfiction.Net squashes it, and also none of my bold or italic font comes up. Any suggestions?
--------------------More Than I bargained For.------------
Rogue sighed to herself as she passed the Rec Room. Once again the T.V. was taken over, she had finished her latest book, and it was too late to go out. She started to walk around the mansion completely bored out of her mind, kind of tired also from helping Gambit move in this afternoon, 'he thinks ah have beautiful eyes.' she thought to herself. Nervously she made her way to his room, see if maybe he needed some help unpacking or something, he opted not to eat dinner with the rest of the students, she wondered why.
Rogue knocked on the door of Remy's bedroom as she kept trying to give herself a reason for being there. Was it to get to know him better since he was going to be instructing her, maybe it was to find out what weapon he would be training her in. Her last thought before she heard Remy call out to her from inside his bedroom was.'maybe ah can figah out what this feeling is in mah stomach?'
"It's open!" Remy called out from his room. They'd had finished moving his stuff to the room about three hours ago, and he had been up there organizing his room ever since. Rogue entered and stared in shock, everything had a place, the room looked completely organized as if he had lived there for years. She glanced around the room and noticed him sitting on his windowsill smoking a cigarette with the photo album from earlier today lying at his feet. Remy noticed it was Rogue, he cracked his charming smile and winked at her. "Evening Chere, Remy figured y' be da last person t' come t' his room?"
"Well Swamp Rat, Ah was bored, every one here cahn be so dull." Rogue said as she made her way into his room. He motioned for her to have a seat near the window on the floor, Rogue uncharacteristically complied. "So, what ya up tah?" Rogue asked after she had taken her seat.
Remy smiled at her, took the last drag of his cigarette and flicked it out the window, also exhaling the smoke out the window. He then slid down the wall now facing Rogue and picked up the photo album. "Dinking bout home."
"Mind if ah see?" Rogue asked while she absent-mindedly batted her eyes at him. Once she realized what she had done, she scolded herself for acting like a typical high school girl.
"Non, lets take a look." Remy flipped the album open as Rogue looked down, the first picture we see would be Remy about seven years old being brought into the house. He was wearing very dirty and ratty clothes. "Dat was the day mon Pere picked me up off the streets and invited me into his family." Remy smiled sadly at those memories.
"Yah mean yah all were adopted?" Rogue asked a little surprised.
"Oui." Was Remy's only reply.
"Yah eyes were Red on Black back than, how early did ya get yah powers?" Rogue asked a bit curious.
"Remy's eyes been like this since birth, figured dat why his real parents bandoned him." Rogue noticed the pain in Remy's voice, this being the first time she truly looked at Remy, and she saw a person, not an Acolyte, not a Charming Egotistical boy, not an instructor. So almost on instinct her hand shot forward to turn the page. She didn't want to hear the pain in his voice. Little did she know that a picture on the next page wouldn't help any at all.
"And who is that?" Rogue drawled out southernly as she saw a very amusing picture of Remy, a guy and another girl dressed in what could only be described as good ole down south attire.
"Hmmm" Remy smiled at first. "Da one on da right, dat be my cousin Lapin." Now his voice filled with regret. "and da femme, she was another cousin, Genevieve."
Rogue racked her brain for a second, he said 'was' and where has she heard the name Genevieve? Than it dawned on her, the tape, his fight with Sabretooth. She was curious but wanted to respect his privacy. Her curiosity won out. "Remy."she started slowly. "Ah've been wondering, what happened between yah, Sabretooth and da girl, Genevieve?" Remy stood up and stared out the window for a couple minutes. Rogue was really starting to regret asking the question, she was about to apologize when Remy lit up a cigarette and just stared out the window. Rogue stood up, and fought the urge to place a hand on his back and pat it apologetically. The urge won. As she placed her gloved hand on his back Remy began to speak.
"Remy dinks he was bout twelve, hard to know how old y' are, when y' don't even know your own birthday. Lapin, Genie, and me.we were da best of friends. Da t'ree of us, we spend da days pick pocketing and da nights seeing da city. Let Remy tell ya chere, Nawlins be da greatest city in da world." Remy took another drag of his cigarette, Rogue tried to get a good look at those amazingly beautiful eyes, they were full of regret, full of painful memories. She began caressing his back feeling very guilty for bringing up his past. "Remy still member dat day like it was yesterday. One more pocket t' pick I tole Lapin and Genie, dey said we had enough, but Remy, he spotted a big pinch."
-------------------------Flashback: New Orleans, Years Ago.----------------- ------------------
"Remy, lets go.we got enough!" Lapin sighed but knowing his cousin all to well, he knew his pleas were falling on deaf ears.
"Let da boy go, we head back to da safe house Lapin." Genie sighed also knowing it was pointless to argue.
"Who y' t' be calling Remy a boy petite? Remy have y' know he probably older den y'" Remy smiled mischievously. "Remy meet y' back at da house."
And with that, young Remy began following a tall man in a very extravagant business suit as his two cousins headed off in another direction. Remy weaved in and out of the crowd finally bumping into him in the subtlest of ways.
"Many pardons sir, the street be busy, so sorry for bumping into y'." Remy spoke very sincerely and innocent. His face looked that of an angel, except for his dark sunglasses that hid his demon eyes. With out waiting for a reply Remy bowed and started to stroll away. Once he thought himself out of sight he reached for the wallet and flipped through it. He was right; Victor Creed according to the license was a very wealthy man. At least two thousand in cash in his wallet, 'tourists' he thought to himself.
Victor Creed knew something was off by the boy. He didn't smell right when he said his apology. He felt for his wallet, 'a pick pocket, go figure' he thought to himself. He sniffed the air seeking out the boy's scent. Once he picked it up, Victor switched to predator mode.
"Does Remy have an eye or what?" Remy exclaimed as he entered the safe house. Only Lapin and Genie were there. The guild had numerous safe houses all over New Orleans and it was never unlikely that most were empty. He closed the door and flopped the wallet down on the table Genie and Lapin sat around. A pile of wallets sat there, but went unnoticed when they saw two thousand dollars spill out of the wallet that Remy threw down.
"Good lord Remy.dat tourist must be furious!" Lapin exclaimed excitedly.
Genie was about to add her gleeful statement when a deep roaring was heard from the door and a man burst through it with an apparent animal rage.
"Da Hell?" Remy screamed. Before he could say anything else the man had both Lapin and Genevieve in his arms, both would be screaming for mercy except Victor had their faces enclosed in his giant hand like claws.
"O.K. Pup! I'll teach you to pick pocket me!" Victor roared out with anger.
"Monsieur Creed! Remy begs y' dey didn't do any ding! Punish me instead!" Remy cursed him self. The pinch was easy, the prize was great. But it seems that there was a price to pay. One that he didn't know if he could pay.
"Oh, Pup you will be punished." Victor laughed evilly. His eyes glanced the room and saw something. He grabbed it, smiled at young Remy and said. "Five minutes, you and me on the roof, don't call anybody or they die." And with that Remy was left, scared, probably even more scared than when he was alone on the streets just years before.
"What have y' done Remy?" he said out loud. Remy sighed, contemplating what to do, never had he been in a situation such as this. 'When y' were on da streets.' he thought to himself, 'de only life y' were responsible for were y' own, but non, not anymore.Genie and Lapin's lives be in y'r hands. Dey y'r family.what have y' done Remy.' With that final thought, the five minutes had passed. He began to make his way to the roof praying to what ever God that cursed his life that he made the right decision in not calling any one in the guild for help.
"What's your name Pup?" Victor said in a very calm tone. Remy had just stepped onto the roof and saw both Lapin and Genie tied hands and feet, blindfolded and gagged, standing just inches from the edge of the building. One of them standing on each side of Victor Creed. Remy became startled out of the situation before him when a grappling hook attached to a rope landed in front of him. "I said your name, Pup?"
"Remy.Remy Lebeau." He said softly. He had no idea what was happening, it was all moving to fast for his young mind. Here he was probably no more than twelve years old, with his two cousins, of the same age, at the mercy of this sadistic monster.
"Take off your glasses! I wanna see your eyes Lebeau! I wanna see the fear and pain in your eyes.no one steals from me, no one I said. And this will teach you!" Victor growled out. Remy removed his sunglasses quicker than he ever had. Maybe Le Diablo Blanc, a name he hated, but had worn for the first years of his life could scare this man to letting them go. His black orbs meddled into the dusk that was setting. The crimson blood like orbs stared towards Victor Creed. Remy waited for a gasp, a shocked look on his face. None would ever appear; all he heard, all he saw was laughter. A look of amusement etched on to his face. "I'll be damned. Only a demon eyed little mutant could ever have the balls to pick pocket me." Victor echoed out amused.
Remy was shocked by the reaction, but fought in him self for poise, he fought to remain calm; "What do y' want wit me, what do y' want Remy t' do?"
"Choose, you can save one of them for sure, maybe both of them if you are good and lucky, or maybe neither. You choose whom to save; I'm giving you the grappling hook, just to show I'm a good sport. But know this, no matter which one you save, the other dies because of your poor choice today. I may be the one who drops them, but you're the one decides who lives, who dies. Next time take a good look at who you're stealing from." Victor Creed said sternly, with a hint of joy in his voice.
"Y' monter.y'r crazy Merde! Y' can't do dis!" Remy screamed. Their lives in his hands, they both told him to not do the last pocket, but he did anyways, and now one of them was going to die, maybe both. 'Non! Remy save dem both!' he thought to him self.
"Can't do this?" Victor asked feigning puzzlement. Victor through his hands up in the air as in a mock state of frustration, unfortunately for Remy, his arms smacked into both Genie and Lapin, which sent them flying over the edge.
Remy acted on instinct. He ran towards the edge and dived off the roof. While doing this he fastened the rope around his body, and launched the grappling hook into a window on the side of the building. Now secure in the knowledge he was anchored to something he focused all his energy to create the perfect form to gain momentum. Genie was closest to him and was able to wrap his arm around her waist. Now using both their weight to gain speed on Lapin, they reached him within seconds. Lapin's feet were all that Remy could grab with his free hand. He looped his arm into the ties that bond his feet together. Just as Remy was about to secure his other arm around Genevieve, the rope ran its length, with a sudden jerk his arm let go. Genevieve's blindfold had fallen away. As Remy hung there with Lapin secured in one hand, all he could do was stare into Genie's fear stricken eyes as she fell to her death, her gag stopping her cries for help from escaping her mouth, but not stopping the cries from escaping her eyes, meeting a young Remy's guilt filled eyes as he could hear the laughter of a man he would never forget, the laughter of Victor Creed would forever be embedded in his very soul.
-------------------------------------End Flashback-------------------------- -------------------------
"Lapin was lucky dat day, his blind fold stayed on, he didn't see her eyes. Those eyes haunt my dreams to dis day. I failed her." Remy finished off in a whisper. Surprisingly throughout Remy's telling of this painful memory, Rogue had turned him to face her; she had pulled him close to her, embracing him in a hug.
"Shhh, it wasn't yah fault, Sabratuuth drahped him. Not yah, yah did ya best it sounds." Rogue whispered into his ear. She never knew he could be so vulnerable. She never expected someone could have such deep regret about something in their past that was obviously not their fault.
"Rogue.y' don't understand, Remy be de one who stole de wallet.Remy shoulda been da one t' die!" he sighed out desperately as he pushed her away a little. Rogue grabbed his face in her gloved hands; she focused his eyes into her own. Remy lost himself in that moment in those eyes. He couldn't turn away as much as he wanted, he could see concern there, as well as compassion, a compassion that had been missing from his life for so long.
"Y' listen tah me y' stubborn ass swamp rat, people go tah jail for thaht! Kids go tah Juvey Hall! They don't hahve tah watch their family die!" She looked deep into his eyes and felt her heart melt. What was it about him that brought out this compassionate.'feminine side?' Rogue thought to herself. "Is that why yah all hate him so much?" Rogue asked trying to break free from this moment that was causing some kind of stirring in her stomach.
"Dere be more, Dat.dat be another story chere.lets not talk bout dat.kay?" Remy asked, he didn't want to relive that part of his life. No amount of beautiful green eyes could make that okay.
"Sure Remy, maybe we talk bout what weapon ya'll beh training meh in?" Rogue asked sincerely. Maybe some day she'd pry for that information, but not today. Her train of thought was broken when she saw Remy lift her gloved finger tips to his lips and kiss them gently, then move those same fingertips of hers, to her own lips. Startled and forced to blush she looked down as he went to his closet.
"Oui, Remy was dinking you'd be good wit dese." Remy said now having regained his composure and tossed her two small objects she caught them and put one down. He walked over to her and stood closely behind her, he took the one she held and place her hand on one of the five-inch limbs of the small metal object. She held it in her hand with four inches sticking perpendicular towards her fist, and another four inches going straight back running along side her arm. Remy pushed a button on the tip of the weapon that rested on the inside of the weapon. Another fourteen inches shoot out down towards the floor. "Retractable Billy Club. Dey starts out small and easy to carry on y'r uniform, den BAM deadly weapons. By da time Remy done wit y' nobody gonna mess wit y' mah chere."
Rogue turned from this very comfortable position, and once again stared deep into his eyes. With the most threatening glare she could muster she spoke the next sentence very sternly "Cajun, ah think yah just got more thahn yah bargained for if yah think ahm totally helpless." Remy smiled his patented devil may care smile, his eyes flashed with an angel's charm, Rogue melted, her glare subsided and her voice softened as she asked "Yah think yah can handle meh?"
"Remy don know chere, but Remy tell y' dis.he looking forward t' it." Remy said suavely as they just stood there, mere inches apart, before he turned towards the window to smoke another cigarette.
"Yah know Remy, Storm catches yah smoking here, she'll send a monsoon after yah." Rogue said warningly.
"Oui, but lets not talk bout Stormy."
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------A/N Well there it is, once again reviews most welcomed, in fact reviews needed to inflate or deflate my ego. Thanks to all that read, and more to all that reviewed. Until next time, Have a Day.
