Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men. No profit being made.
A/N: I need to amp up the rating on just this chapter, only for language, for the most part. Seeing as I can't rate each chapter separately, this is somewhere in the gray area between PG-13 and R.
Remy looked up, sleep still filling his red on black eyes. He rubbed them softly, trying to clear his vision. A voice was shouting at him.
What de hell is dis? Don't dis guy EVER give it a rest? Remy thought, ruefully, after seeing that it was indeed the man called Forge screaming. He looked down, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling. Ororo stirred in her sleep, finally waking up fully.
"What in Hades is this? It's only… eight in the morning? Goddess. Forge, go away and let us sleep." Ororo said, glancing at Forge's wristwatch. She fell back onto her pillow, on the floor, exhaling sharply.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ororo." Forge stated, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "I just walk into the library to find you both semi nude on the floor. Jesus Christ, Ororo. You are…were … my girlfriend. Do you have to come in here and FLAUNT the fact that you two are FUCKING?!"
"Excuse me, Forge, but I am NOT your possession. If I chose to sleep with someone, I will sleep with them." Ororo said, barely audible. Her voice was ice, her eyes seething with rage. "I love Remy, with my whole heart.
"Therefore, if I want to sleep with him, it is no one's business. Least of all yours."
She stood up, dragging Remy up with her.
"'Ro, go up. I gotta have a talk wit' our boy, here." Remy stated. He kissed Storm lightly on the forehead, then the lips. Silent communication between the two, leaving Forge in the cold. Ororo smiled up at Remy before turning around and leaving the room.
She made sure to slam the door on her way.
"What de hell d'ya think your doin', Forge? Dis be none of yo' damned business." Remy said, a dangerous glare in his eyes.
"I love her, Gambit." Forge said, a jealous tone in his voice. Damned pup. Who does he think he is?
"Elle vous déteste! Elle ne vous aime pas!" Remy started spouting. He spun around on his heal, storming out of the room. He called over he shoulder-" Vous avez besoin de rester hors de ceci, le Fabricant. Avant d'il reçoit violent!"*
"'Ro? Ororo, where are you?" Remy asked, quietly at first, entering the room that they shared. They'd been at Xavier's for two weeks, every moment a complication.
Forge and Remy had gotten into fisticuffs the week before. Remy had broken the Maker's nose. Ororo had to stop the fight with a lightning bolt. Remy's hair still stood slightly on end.
Ororo and her fellow X-Men were having a hard time getting along.
"I am out here, love." Ororo's voice called from outside. Remy walked carefully out on to the roof of the mansion. "I'm sorry. I… I couldn't handle it in here any more."
"Understandable, chere. Dis place ain't been healthy f'r you. An' dat Rogue chickie won't stop gawking at me. It be getting kinda scary…" Remy laughed. Ororo just looked at him, her face sad. "You don't like dis place, do you?"
"I don't know… I do not feel like I belong here, that is for sure. These people have tried their best to make me feel at home, but…"
"But you still don't… I know what you mean, mon vie." Remy smiled at her, a grim look on his face. "Do you wanna leave?"
"What? Remy, I… I couldn't…"
"Yeah, you can. We're leavin'. Go pack yo' bags. We don' gotta tell anyone. We can just… go." Remy placed his hand on Ororo's, his eyes baring his emotions. He wanted her to chose, with out his own emotions playing against her decision.
"I… All right. Let's go. We have things to do at home." Ororo said, the first genuine smile gracing her features in weeks. She stood up and walked into the attic room. She poked her head back outside. "Remy? Are you coming?"
"I'll be dere in a sec, chere."
* "She hates you! She doesn't love you! You need to stay out of this, Maker. Before it gets violent."
A/N 2: I'd like to apologize for this chapter. I don't like it, but it's been sitting on my hard drive for about two months now, so I figured I may as well put it up.
