Stolen Hearts: Brownie Points
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
#5 in Stolen Hearts.
pairing: Willow/Remy QPC #135
QPC site:
disclaimer: I do not own Willow or anyone else from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I do not own Remy or anyone else from Marvel Comics.
distribution: the archives for any list I send this to, QPC, Twisting the Hellmouth, anyone that asked me for one of my other BtVS/X-Men crossovers that also wants this one.
note: AU from X-Men 350 (the Trial of Gambit) and AU from S5 finale "the Gift" will reference things before those points.
Remy sighed as he looked into the case at the museum. A gleaming shape of twisted gold, set with sparkling rubies. It was a magnificent statue, and he could have it in his possession easily... But he made no moves to take it. He wouldn't be coming back after hours for it either.
He had the feeling that Willow wouldn't approve. He'd found himself thinking a lot on how the enchanting red head would react to his actions. He found himself wanting her to approve of what he did, or at least to not do anything that would disappoint her.
He kept wondering why it was so important. His mind would return to their emails, warm, cheerful correspondences, at other times, silent messages that let him glimpse into her heart, to see her emotions as clearly as if he was in the room. She was starting to slip into his heart, as a friend if nothing else. And part of him wanted it to become something more.
Willow was here because something from her past, from Sunnydale, had driven her here. If his dreams were to be believed, it was the death of her friend Buffy Summers, plummeting from a tower to save her sister Dawn Summers. He almost wondered if this Buffy was related to Scott Summers...
He found himself wanting to help ease her pain. To make her smile and laugh again. So, he'd sent her flowers, found out about plays and exhibits that he'd thought might appeal to her. Slowly, he thought that he was starting to figure out some of her tastes. To figure out what sort of plays she liked, to guess what types of exhibits she favored. As a reward for guessing right, he would see her there, and when she noticed him, she would smile in his direction.
It had occurred to him that by changing some of his ways to make her smile, he was feeling less guilty himself. Was he stumbling onto some sort of redemption? Would it be so bad if he did?
But this wasn't like the time he'd sought redemption with the X-Men. He wasn't being forced down someone else's path to redemption, someone else's idea of good behavior. Instead, he had a vision of greenish eyes and sunset hair to encourage him to do better now. To make better, more responsible choices. To make a better man of himself.
"It's lovely, isn't it?" Her soft voice was behind him.
Smiling, he looked at her. She was wearing a gown in pale green, a gauzy layer floating over a darker slip. She looked beautiful, and her eyes were sparkling with life, and with enjoyment. "Looking good, Willow."
She blushed, eyes glancing down at his compliment. "Thank you. And thank you for letting me know about this exhibit."
"Think maybe the thanks be enough that if I try to take you up on the invitation to dinner, you say yes?" Remy tried to keep his tone light, not wanting to frighten her off by how very much he hoped she'd say yes.
One hand reached out, almost touching his sleeve, before she blushed a bit and looked again at the gleaming golden dragon. "Maybe. But if you really want to find out, you should actually ask me."
Remy felt himself smiling at her words. They hadn't been harsh, but a subtle reminder that she would not be taken for granted. "So then, will you have dinner wit' me after the place closes for tonight?"
"I think I'd like that very much." Her smile was more brilliant than the rubies.
And Remy felt something inside of him dance with glee, delighted that his efforts had paid off. Delighted that she'd go to dinner with him, that she looked at him and saw Remy, a person, instead of a thief, instead of a criminal or failed hero. "So, how do you like Italian?"
Willow smiled, resting her hand on his arm as she studied the sinuous golden dragon. "I like Italian, actually."
"Somehow, Remy get the oddest feeling I got a running score that you keeping track of." Smiling at her half smothered laugh, he leaned over, whispering into her ear. "How am I doing?"
Giggling just a little, she grinned at him. "You have a lot of brownie points right now. I'd give you a gold star, but I left them all at home."
"Maybe I can show up an' collect that gold star sometime, hmm?" He knew he was flirting, wanted to flirt with Willow. Maybe he could even have the chance to try something a bit more serious with her.
"Maybe." Her eyes were twinkling with restrained laughter. "But Remy, try the door this time."
end Stolen Hearts: Brownie Points.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg 13?
#5 in Stolen Hearts.
pairing: Willow/Remy QPC #135
QPC site:
disclaimer: I do not own Willow or anyone else from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I do not own Remy or anyone else from Marvel Comics.
distribution: the archives for any list I send this to, QPC, Twisting the Hellmouth, anyone that asked me for one of my other BtVS/X-Men crossovers that also wants this one.
note: AU from X-Men 350 (the Trial of Gambit) and AU from S5 finale "the Gift" will reference things before those points.
Remy sighed as he looked into the case at the museum. A gleaming shape of twisted gold, set with sparkling rubies. It was a magnificent statue, and he could have it in his possession easily... But he made no moves to take it. He wouldn't be coming back after hours for it either.
He had the feeling that Willow wouldn't approve. He'd found himself thinking a lot on how the enchanting red head would react to his actions. He found himself wanting her to approve of what he did, or at least to not do anything that would disappoint her.
He kept wondering why it was so important. His mind would return to their emails, warm, cheerful correspondences, at other times, silent messages that let him glimpse into her heart, to see her emotions as clearly as if he was in the room. She was starting to slip into his heart, as a friend if nothing else. And part of him wanted it to become something more.
Willow was here because something from her past, from Sunnydale, had driven her here. If his dreams were to be believed, it was the death of her friend Buffy Summers, plummeting from a tower to save her sister Dawn Summers. He almost wondered if this Buffy was related to Scott Summers...
He found himself wanting to help ease her pain. To make her smile and laugh again. So, he'd sent her flowers, found out about plays and exhibits that he'd thought might appeal to her. Slowly, he thought that he was starting to figure out some of her tastes. To figure out what sort of plays she liked, to guess what types of exhibits she favored. As a reward for guessing right, he would see her there, and when she noticed him, she would smile in his direction.
It had occurred to him that by changing some of his ways to make her smile, he was feeling less guilty himself. Was he stumbling onto some sort of redemption? Would it be so bad if he did?
But this wasn't like the time he'd sought redemption with the X-Men. He wasn't being forced down someone else's path to redemption, someone else's idea of good behavior. Instead, he had a vision of greenish eyes and sunset hair to encourage him to do better now. To make better, more responsible choices. To make a better man of himself.
"It's lovely, isn't it?" Her soft voice was behind him.
Smiling, he looked at her. She was wearing a gown in pale green, a gauzy layer floating over a darker slip. She looked beautiful, and her eyes were sparkling with life, and with enjoyment. "Looking good, Willow."
She blushed, eyes glancing down at his compliment. "Thank you. And thank you for letting me know about this exhibit."
"Think maybe the thanks be enough that if I try to take you up on the invitation to dinner, you say yes?" Remy tried to keep his tone light, not wanting to frighten her off by how very much he hoped she'd say yes.
One hand reached out, almost touching his sleeve, before she blushed a bit and looked again at the gleaming golden dragon. "Maybe. But if you really want to find out, you should actually ask me."
Remy felt himself smiling at her words. They hadn't been harsh, but a subtle reminder that she would not be taken for granted. "So then, will you have dinner wit' me after the place closes for tonight?"
"I think I'd like that very much." Her smile was more brilliant than the rubies.
And Remy felt something inside of him dance with glee, delighted that his efforts had paid off. Delighted that she'd go to dinner with him, that she looked at him and saw Remy, a person, instead of a thief, instead of a criminal or failed hero. "So, how do you like Italian?"
Willow smiled, resting her hand on his arm as she studied the sinuous golden dragon. "I like Italian, actually."
"Somehow, Remy get the oddest feeling I got a running score that you keeping track of." Smiling at her half smothered laugh, he leaned over, whispering into her ear. "How am I doing?"
Giggling just a little, she grinned at him. "You have a lot of brownie points right now. I'd give you a gold star, but I left them all at home."
"Maybe I can show up an' collect that gold star sometime, hmm?" He knew he was flirting, wanted to flirt with Willow. Maybe he could even have the chance to try something a bit more serious with her.
"Maybe." Her eyes were twinkling with restrained laughter. "But Remy, try the door this time."
end Stolen Hearts: Brownie Points.
