Ok, ok, I know I keep mentioning this fic about Toad that I am in theory
writing, but until Todd hops up here and tells me to get writing it I'm
afraid I won't 'cos I have other muses to annoy me plenty.
For a start I've randomly suddenly gone mad on "Numb" by Pink, and Remy has been bugging me to write another story about him, so I'm going to put them together in this lil one-off and then maybe get on with my other story ideas before I forget them again.
Oh, and warning, this is a slash people, if you don't like it then go away.
Pairings: Remy/?? MWAH HA HA HA HAAAAA, you thought I'd tell you didn't you?? HA!
Remy: Damnit chere, just get on wit' de story and stop annoyin' de readers.
Starlight: *grumbles* fine, here you go, the story:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gambit, the X-men, the song lyrics (that are surrounded by ~this~) or basically anything here apart from the plot. Please don't sue.
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Remy stared into space, humming a song he'd heard on the radio earlier, it was amazing how much relevance it seemed to have.
~I laid there quiet, watched you have your way with me, I might have cried, but the tears were silent inside you see~
He could remember it as if it was only yesterday, it seemed so perfect at first, he'd found someone who accepted him, his eyes, what he was, and loved him for it. But it wasn't love, it was barely even like, he'd been used, he could see it after the first week or so, but he was so infatuated with the younger boy, he'd been so pleased that Pietro liked Remy back. But he hadn't, not really, he was bored and Remy was there, willing.
~At times I would push my feelings aside to let you feel, I'm novocaine I'm numb and nothing's real~
And then he'd started to get drunk, and Remy still stuck around, hoping that Pietro did love him, really, and scared that nobody else would. That was Pietro's fault really, he'd told Remy over and over that nobody else would ever love him, he was the only one Remy could trust. Then he'd started complaining that Remy was being selfish, only thinking of himself, so Remy had started to stop thinking about his feelings and tried to concentrate on Pietro, the younger boy had Remy wrapped round his little finger.
~You called me names, made me feel like I was dumb, I didn't feel a thing, and now I'm gone, gone, gone~
It didn't matter what Pietro did or said, he'd disappear for weeks, flirt with other guys, but Remy would still go back to him, would still say he didn't mind, say he forgave Pietro. But Pietro had been possessive, wanted Remy to only have eyes for him, if Remy wasn't around when Pietro wanted him, no matter how ridiculous Pietro's timing, he would ignore Remy until he bought him a present to apologize.
Eventually, Pietro left for good, bored of how easy it was to get Remy's affection, and knowing if he ever wanted it again Remy would be there, but it had gone on too long.
~I was weak before now you've made me so numb I don't feel much for you anymore, I gave you my all, my baby~
Standing up, Remy picked something off the table beside the bed and left the hotel room he'd been staying in, he walked to the park nearby, somewhere he'd always liked, but Pietro had found boring. He climbed up the hill and sat cross-legged at the top, staring at the object in his hand.
~I'm numb, numb, numb~
He lifted the knife to his wrists and was about to push the shining blade into his flesh when a voice made him look up.
"Stop!" A figure was running up the hill towards him, a girl, her red hair flying behind her. Jean had been walking in the park when she'd heard the thoughts, the pain being projected over the park to anyone who was receptive to it, the force of the emotions had nearly been physical, but one name had stood out in the mass of images, Pietro. If that silver haired speed demon had been causing so much pain Jean was very, very annoyed. And Quicksilver was going to rue the day he ever made somebody hurt that much, because now he'd have to answer to her.
Remy looked at the girl approaching him "Why would I do dat, chere? Dere's not'in' left for me to do but dis." He raised the knife again, then jumped as it was pulled out of his hand by telekinesis.
"Don't say that, it can't be all that's left." She said, floating the knife to her hand and walking up to him, sitting down on the grass beside him "What did Pietro do to you?" she asked quietly.
"How dya know about Pietro?" He asked suspiciously.
"I'm a telepath and you were screaming his name so loudly I could have heard you a mile away. I know Quicksilver anyway, if he's been causing trouble again I'll make him pay."
Remy frowned "Quicksilver?" he asked.
Jean nodded; Remy had taken off his glasses when he got to the top of the hill so she could see he was a mutant too, "Yea, Quicksilver, his mutant name."
"Why dat lying sonofa-" Remy broke of, swearing loudly in French. "O'course, Remy knew he was a liar anyway." he said when he calmed down.
"He never told you he was a mutant?" Jean guessed, Remy shook his head.
"Dat's why I was so glad he seemed t'love me, 'cos people don' normally like dese." He says, motioning to his eyes. He looked at her worried, his fears of being judged because he was gay now being projected. She smiled.
"Don't worry about that Remy, I live in a house with far too many odd things to be worried about stuff like that. Pietro hurt you; I can see it in your eyes, in your thoughts. I'll get him for that, for doing that to anybody." she sighed slightly, standing up "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere you can be helped, and accepted."
He looked up hopefully, then stood up beside her "Where is dis place?"
"Over there, see that mansion?" she said, pointing to the institute, they could see it from up here. "It's the Xavier school for gifted children, for mutants. Everybody there is a mutant and some have fairly visible mutations, come on. I'm not leaving you on your own now."
"But y'only just met me chere, y'being dis nice t'me already?" Remy seemed disbelieving, suspicious.
"I know you haven't been treated well before, but trust me, They can help you." She took his hand and started to lead him towards the institute. After a moment's hesitation, when she stopped so as not to seem too forceful, he followed her, with the logic that it didn't matter what happened, he had given up hope. Jean heard that thought and frowned, she was worried, she needed to get Remy to the institute where hopefully enough people around who would accept him would help him feel better about himself. He'd still have to be watched at first though, she slipped the knife in her pocket with a faint shudder as she thought of what almost happened, and thanked God that she had been in the park in time to stop it.
For a start I've randomly suddenly gone mad on "Numb" by Pink, and Remy has been bugging me to write another story about him, so I'm going to put them together in this lil one-off and then maybe get on with my other story ideas before I forget them again.
Oh, and warning, this is a slash people, if you don't like it then go away.
Pairings: Remy/?? MWAH HA HA HA HAAAAA, you thought I'd tell you didn't you?? HA!
Remy: Damnit chere, just get on wit' de story and stop annoyin' de readers.
Starlight: *grumbles* fine, here you go, the story:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gambit, the X-men, the song lyrics (that are surrounded by ~this~) or basically anything here apart from the plot. Please don't sue.
- - - - - - - - - -
Remy stared into space, humming a song he'd heard on the radio earlier, it was amazing how much relevance it seemed to have.
~I laid there quiet, watched you have your way with me, I might have cried, but the tears were silent inside you see~
He could remember it as if it was only yesterday, it seemed so perfect at first, he'd found someone who accepted him, his eyes, what he was, and loved him for it. But it wasn't love, it was barely even like, he'd been used, he could see it after the first week or so, but he was so infatuated with the younger boy, he'd been so pleased that Pietro liked Remy back. But he hadn't, not really, he was bored and Remy was there, willing.
~At times I would push my feelings aside to let you feel, I'm novocaine I'm numb and nothing's real~
And then he'd started to get drunk, and Remy still stuck around, hoping that Pietro did love him, really, and scared that nobody else would. That was Pietro's fault really, he'd told Remy over and over that nobody else would ever love him, he was the only one Remy could trust. Then he'd started complaining that Remy was being selfish, only thinking of himself, so Remy had started to stop thinking about his feelings and tried to concentrate on Pietro, the younger boy had Remy wrapped round his little finger.
~You called me names, made me feel like I was dumb, I didn't feel a thing, and now I'm gone, gone, gone~
It didn't matter what Pietro did or said, he'd disappear for weeks, flirt with other guys, but Remy would still go back to him, would still say he didn't mind, say he forgave Pietro. But Pietro had been possessive, wanted Remy to only have eyes for him, if Remy wasn't around when Pietro wanted him, no matter how ridiculous Pietro's timing, he would ignore Remy until he bought him a present to apologize.
Eventually, Pietro left for good, bored of how easy it was to get Remy's affection, and knowing if he ever wanted it again Remy would be there, but it had gone on too long.
~I was weak before now you've made me so numb I don't feel much for you anymore, I gave you my all, my baby~
Standing up, Remy picked something off the table beside the bed and left the hotel room he'd been staying in, he walked to the park nearby, somewhere he'd always liked, but Pietro had found boring. He climbed up the hill and sat cross-legged at the top, staring at the object in his hand.
~I'm numb, numb, numb~
He lifted the knife to his wrists and was about to push the shining blade into his flesh when a voice made him look up.
"Stop!" A figure was running up the hill towards him, a girl, her red hair flying behind her. Jean had been walking in the park when she'd heard the thoughts, the pain being projected over the park to anyone who was receptive to it, the force of the emotions had nearly been physical, but one name had stood out in the mass of images, Pietro. If that silver haired speed demon had been causing so much pain Jean was very, very annoyed. And Quicksilver was going to rue the day he ever made somebody hurt that much, because now he'd have to answer to her.
Remy looked at the girl approaching him "Why would I do dat, chere? Dere's not'in' left for me to do but dis." He raised the knife again, then jumped as it was pulled out of his hand by telekinesis.
"Don't say that, it can't be all that's left." She said, floating the knife to her hand and walking up to him, sitting down on the grass beside him "What did Pietro do to you?" she asked quietly.
"How dya know about Pietro?" He asked suspiciously.
"I'm a telepath and you were screaming his name so loudly I could have heard you a mile away. I know Quicksilver anyway, if he's been causing trouble again I'll make him pay."
Remy frowned "Quicksilver?" he asked.
Jean nodded; Remy had taken off his glasses when he got to the top of the hill so she could see he was a mutant too, "Yea, Quicksilver, his mutant name."
"Why dat lying sonofa-" Remy broke of, swearing loudly in French. "O'course, Remy knew he was a liar anyway." he said when he calmed down.
"He never told you he was a mutant?" Jean guessed, Remy shook his head.
"Dat's why I was so glad he seemed t'love me, 'cos people don' normally like dese." He says, motioning to his eyes. He looked at her worried, his fears of being judged because he was gay now being projected. She smiled.
"Don't worry about that Remy, I live in a house with far too many odd things to be worried about stuff like that. Pietro hurt you; I can see it in your eyes, in your thoughts. I'll get him for that, for doing that to anybody." she sighed slightly, standing up "Come with me, I'll take you somewhere you can be helped, and accepted."
He looked up hopefully, then stood up beside her "Where is dis place?"
"Over there, see that mansion?" she said, pointing to the institute, they could see it from up here. "It's the Xavier school for gifted children, for mutants. Everybody there is a mutant and some have fairly visible mutations, come on. I'm not leaving you on your own now."
"But y'only just met me chere, y'being dis nice t'me already?" Remy seemed disbelieving, suspicious.
"I know you haven't been treated well before, but trust me, They can help you." She took his hand and started to lead him towards the institute. After a moment's hesitation, when she stopped so as not to seem too forceful, he followed her, with the logic that it didn't matter what happened, he had given up hope. Jean heard that thought and frowned, she was worried, she needed to get Remy to the institute where hopefully enough people around who would accept him would help him feel better about himself. He'd still have to be watched at first though, she slipped the knife in her pocket with a faint shudder as she thought of what almost happened, and thanked God that she had been in the park in time to stop it.