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La Fille
Part 7
Getting to Comfortable
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Remy shook his head violently, pushing that memory out of his head. He was free now, free from Sinister, free from his cage. For 3 months he had been having those dreams. Nightmares really, of when he was trapped by Sinister a few years ago. Remy had escaped Sinister's torture chamber after 1 long year of being kept prisoner. Once again Gambit shook his head, trying to forget images still seared into his brain. He had no idea why the nightmare's started again. He had been successfully hiding for the past 3 years, no one knew where he was. He did not wish for anyone to find him. Remy was different, changed, his memories and thoughts were scattered, and at times he forgot where he was. His charm had all but diminished and a smile was completely foreign. He had continued to exercise, training his body for any attack, but his eating habits had dwindled and his figure was starved. Sitting in the middle of a parking lot, Remy was comfortable. Remy took a long drag on his cigarette, his shifty red eyes darting around the vacant lot . . . he wasn't alone.
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"or should I say . . . de SECOND child I neve'h 'ad wit de bastard." Belle sneered, a smug smile spreading across her bold features. Aimée's head snapped up.
"ppardon?" she stated, stuttering in reaction to the news. "Stuttering is very unattractive on a young lady such as yourself"
Henri, who had until then stood slack jawed by the wall, piped up "wait your son is Remy's?!" He asked, referring to the broad shouldered blonde boy he had seen doing Belladonna's dirty work.
"well if ye'h must know, m'sieu Busy body, oui, a son, mon fils be Rem's, but I don't see de importance . . . I am here te'h see dis child of his" Belladonna hissed, she had never been friends with her estranged brother in law. "I have a brother?"
"Yes, good t'ing he doesn't a've dose mad eyes of ye'rs, devilish t'ings if ye'h ask me," She winced slightly, but kept her steel blues glued to Aimée.
"and no-one did." Henry sneered back at her, he remembered the torture his young brother endured because of his eyes.
Belle snorted at Henri's display of affection and continued on. "as for Hugues, de bastard ran off 'bout a month ago, went mad right before he left, I reckon he went te'h find son pere. My baby, last thing I had a' rem's." He eyes grew glassy and she stared at the ground, but when Aimée shifted positions she reared on the teen. "What's it to you?!" She spat, nostril's flaring and her hair becoming disheveled. "Just curious as to how many children my father has abandoned over the years.
"Remy was always careful! 'was my fault I got pregnant, a'h fergot to take birth control. I never told him about our son. . . Even normal people make mistakes, its not just for trailer trash. I can see dat Mississippi prude runnin' in your veins." "Hey watch it, bitch." Aimée growled, she absolutely detested this woman.
Henri sensed he tension "Belle what are ye'h really doin' here?"
"came here te'h see de infamous child of Gambit and his filly up north. Found out she's down he'h and I want te'h know why, I need te'h find de man, hang him by de neck for what he's done te'h me'h son! I know it was his doin' dat sent Hugues away!
"Belle no-one has any idea where Remy be, and ye'h are obviously not welcome he'h so please . . . shove off"
Belle shook her head defiantly, but obliged, "fine! But you" She pointed at Aimée "give ye'h mother's IV bag a tug for me eh'?"
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Aaron laughed at a joke cracked by the weather forecaster. True it was a bad joke, but that wasn't what he was smiling about. He carefully packed essentials into a small army duffel. Aaron was going to find Aimée. The different meeting scenarios endlessly playing in his head were all very romantic, and they all ended in the same way . . . the two lover's kissing and then fade out. He was getting very comfortable with the idea of them being an actual couple in love. But Aaron wasn't an idiot, he knew that most likely their meeting wasn't going to be romantic, if he found her at all. He knew Aimée was out there, looking for her father for an important reason, even if he didn't know what it was. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the way. He was nervous! Violent butterflies appeared in his stomach every time he thought of her, and the risk he was gambling on. Aaron sat down on the bed and stared at the class photo hanging on his wall. Would she want to see him? Would she even notice? Or care? But he quickly shook off those thoughts and resumed his steady packing. She did care about him . . . she had too.
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Henri attempted to restrain her, but Aimée was on the woman in a second, and had her firmly pinned to the ground. "what the hell do you know about my mother!?" Belle smiled from her uncomfortable position beneath the woman "Well its's true, non? why else would ye'h be down here? No child of gambit's is born 'thout pride, and I doubt ye'd go looking for 'em seein as how he left you and all." Aimée stared dumfounded at the woman, and as if to read her mind Belladonna continued "yes love, news gets around and I've been following your pere's trails for quite a while now. He dropped off de planet, and I wanna where he is."
"I don't know where he is!" "Then why the hell aren't ye'h lookin for him? You want to save yer mum don't
ye'h! Instead you're here! Fuckin' a deadbeat in de devil's home!"
"Of course I want to save her! Why's his life and mine any consequence to you?!"
Belladonna faced softened and she actually smiled, "the heart never forgets true love, besides he is involved in my sons disappearance."
"He loves his children"
"oh and that's why he left you, hein? listen babe, a piece of advice…Rem's a heart breaker I wouldn't count on him too much."
Aimée glared at her, as Henri pulled her to her feet.
"And by the way… I wouldn't get too comfortable. These people are thieves; they're not to be trusted." "And you are?" "Whether you like it or not, you've got a little bit o' Rem' in you too, and that's good advice he once gave me…don't get to comfortable, and I think you are."
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"Wwho's there?" He called, trying to mask the sheer terror in his voice. Remy stamped out the cigarette and called again. "I said who's there?" He was incorrect to call it a vacant lot. Ritzy car's lined the tiers of the parking space; he was sitting on top of one. The Valet's always packed up the roof first, so no one would be up their for hours, no one that is, except the intruder that was giving Gambit so much trouble. Maybe he was hearing things. A quick scratch on the gravel sounded from twenty feet away. Maybe he wasn't. Gambit's hands began to glow; the one good thing about being trapped with sinister was that when he escaped, his powers were stronger then ever. A racking cough came from deep within his body, putting the thief off guard for a moment. A gun pressed firmly into his temple. The man holding it sneered at Gambit, cocking his blonde head to the side and grinning. "Bonjour, mon ami."
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"Jean a'h don' care about Mist'uh Sinister! All ah care about is ma'h daughter, an' you betta'h tell me where in god's name she is!" Rogue snarled at the woman, she had regained enough energy to sit up and was now screaming at Jean Grey.
"Rogue, like I said before . . . she is fine, she's just looking for something, the professor knows she's fine and-" Jean threw her self on the ground, narrowly missing the (clean & empty) metallic bedpan that Rogue threw at her head. Logan laughed as he walked in, slowly pulling Jean to her feet.
"Jeannie howabout you let me take over here." He said to her in the doorway, away from Rogue's good aim.
"She's unbearable."
"I know."
"Logan I told Scott I was leaving him . . ."
"Well that's not bad"
" . . . for you" Logan's breath caught and he looked deep into her emerald pools.
"That's not bad either." She slowly nodded her head.
"Lets just take this slow" She whispered, and left the room. Logan smiled wide and turned back to face Rogue.
"Heard you woke up darlin'"
"That ah did" He smirked at her, and she slowly smiled back.
"What's the matter?" Rogue sniffed loudly inspite of herself, and her eyes grew glassy "Why won't ya'll just tell me where ma'h daughter is?"
His expression turned dark.
"You don't wanna know."
"Logan, I'm her mother, and ah just wanna know that she's alright." He reached for her, two big calloused hands gripping her shoulders.
"She's fine, and now that yer awake, she should be comin' home"
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"Where are ye'h goin'!?" Didier yelled, huffing and puffing in attempt to keep up with her.
"I don't know, but I'm getting the heck out of Louisiana, my mother is dying and I have been getting to comfortable around here!" Aimée states in a rush, as she hastily threw things into a suitcase that Mercy gave her.
"I thought we meant somethin' to one another." His head tipped downward as he clutched a bag across his chest.
"Did' I care about you, I swear . . . it's just that right now," She sat on the bed next to him and cupped his hand tight, "Right now I need to find my dad." His eyes bore deep into hers, the worried expression faded from his handsome face. Didier reached for her and planted a kiss on her lips. When they finally came up for air he smiled wide at her.
"I'm comin' too"
"Didier"
"Aimée I don' wanna hear it," He laughed aloud, shaking his head "girl, a'h t'ink I'm in love wit you."
Aimée's heartbeat skyrocketed and she kissed him again. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her.
"Fine, but this might not be fun."
"A road trip wit you? Ye'h gotta be kiddin' me!"
The pair laughed as she threw her final belongings into the bags, and they made their way down the steps.
No one was downstairs. Henri had scribbled out a note but she did not bother to read it. It was disappointing not being able to say goodbye, but Aimée knew it was necessary if she and Didier ever wanted to leave. She left notes for various people in different rooms of the house, and paid the Thieves mansion a final goodbye.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Jus' one t'ing, where are we goin'?" Aimée smiled as she hoisted her bag to the back of her bike. "I'm going home."
-Yay!
~foo
La Fille
Part 7
Getting to Comfortable
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Remy shook his head violently, pushing that memory out of his head. He was free now, free from Sinister, free from his cage. For 3 months he had been having those dreams. Nightmares really, of when he was trapped by Sinister a few years ago. Remy had escaped Sinister's torture chamber after 1 long year of being kept prisoner. Once again Gambit shook his head, trying to forget images still seared into his brain. He had no idea why the nightmare's started again. He had been successfully hiding for the past 3 years, no one knew where he was. He did not wish for anyone to find him. Remy was different, changed, his memories and thoughts were scattered, and at times he forgot where he was. His charm had all but diminished and a smile was completely foreign. He had continued to exercise, training his body for any attack, but his eating habits had dwindled and his figure was starved. Sitting in the middle of a parking lot, Remy was comfortable. Remy took a long drag on his cigarette, his shifty red eyes darting around the vacant lot . . . he wasn't alone.
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"or should I say . . . de SECOND child I neve'h 'ad wit de bastard." Belle sneered, a smug smile spreading across her bold features. Aimée's head snapped up.
"ppardon?" she stated, stuttering in reaction to the news. "Stuttering is very unattractive on a young lady such as yourself"
Henri, who had until then stood slack jawed by the wall, piped up "wait your son is Remy's?!" He asked, referring to the broad shouldered blonde boy he had seen doing Belladonna's dirty work.
"well if ye'h must know, m'sieu Busy body, oui, a son, mon fils be Rem's, but I don't see de importance . . . I am here te'h see dis child of his" Belladonna hissed, she had never been friends with her estranged brother in law. "I have a brother?"
"Yes, good t'ing he doesn't a've dose mad eyes of ye'rs, devilish t'ings if ye'h ask me," She winced slightly, but kept her steel blues glued to Aimée.
"and no-one did." Henry sneered back at her, he remembered the torture his young brother endured because of his eyes.
Belle snorted at Henri's display of affection and continued on. "as for Hugues, de bastard ran off 'bout a month ago, went mad right before he left, I reckon he went te'h find son pere. My baby, last thing I had a' rem's." He eyes grew glassy and she stared at the ground, but when Aimée shifted positions she reared on the teen. "What's it to you?!" She spat, nostril's flaring and her hair becoming disheveled. "Just curious as to how many children my father has abandoned over the years.
"Remy was always careful! 'was my fault I got pregnant, a'h fergot to take birth control. I never told him about our son. . . Even normal people make mistakes, its not just for trailer trash. I can see dat Mississippi prude runnin' in your veins." "Hey watch it, bitch." Aimée growled, she absolutely detested this woman.
Henri sensed he tension "Belle what are ye'h really doin' here?"
"came here te'h see de infamous child of Gambit and his filly up north. Found out she's down he'h and I want te'h know why, I need te'h find de man, hang him by de neck for what he's done te'h me'h son! I know it was his doin' dat sent Hugues away!
"Belle no-one has any idea where Remy be, and ye'h are obviously not welcome he'h so please . . . shove off"
Belle shook her head defiantly, but obliged, "fine! But you" She pointed at Aimée "give ye'h mother's IV bag a tug for me eh'?"
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Aaron laughed at a joke cracked by the weather forecaster. True it was a bad joke, but that wasn't what he was smiling about. He carefully packed essentials into a small army duffel. Aaron was going to find Aimée. The different meeting scenarios endlessly playing in his head were all very romantic, and they all ended in the same way . . . the two lover's kissing and then fade out. He was getting very comfortable with the idea of them being an actual couple in love. But Aaron wasn't an idiot, he knew that most likely their meeting wasn't going to be romantic, if he found her at all. He knew Aimée was out there, looking for her father for an important reason, even if he didn't know what it was. The last thing he wanted to do was get in the way. He was nervous! Violent butterflies appeared in his stomach every time he thought of her, and the risk he was gambling on. Aaron sat down on the bed and stared at the class photo hanging on his wall. Would she want to see him? Would she even notice? Or care? But he quickly shook off those thoughts and resumed his steady packing. She did care about him . . . she had too.
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Henri attempted to restrain her, but Aimée was on the woman in a second, and had her firmly pinned to the ground. "what the hell do you know about my mother!?" Belle smiled from her uncomfortable position beneath the woman "Well its's true, non? why else would ye'h be down here? No child of gambit's is born 'thout pride, and I doubt ye'd go looking for 'em seein as how he left you and all." Aimée stared dumfounded at the woman, and as if to read her mind Belladonna continued "yes love, news gets around and I've been following your pere's trails for quite a while now. He dropped off de planet, and I wanna where he is."
"I don't know where he is!" "Then why the hell aren't ye'h lookin for him? You want to save yer mum don't
ye'h! Instead you're here! Fuckin' a deadbeat in de devil's home!"
"Of course I want to save her! Why's his life and mine any consequence to you?!"
Belladonna faced softened and she actually smiled, "the heart never forgets true love, besides he is involved in my sons disappearance."
"He loves his children"
"oh and that's why he left you, hein? listen babe, a piece of advice…Rem's a heart breaker I wouldn't count on him too much."
Aimée glared at her, as Henri pulled her to her feet.
"And by the way… I wouldn't get too comfortable. These people are thieves; they're not to be trusted." "And you are?" "Whether you like it or not, you've got a little bit o' Rem' in you too, and that's good advice he once gave me…don't get to comfortable, and I think you are."
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"Wwho's there?" He called, trying to mask the sheer terror in his voice. Remy stamped out the cigarette and called again. "I said who's there?" He was incorrect to call it a vacant lot. Ritzy car's lined the tiers of the parking space; he was sitting on top of one. The Valet's always packed up the roof first, so no one would be up their for hours, no one that is, except the intruder that was giving Gambit so much trouble. Maybe he was hearing things. A quick scratch on the gravel sounded from twenty feet away. Maybe he wasn't. Gambit's hands began to glow; the one good thing about being trapped with sinister was that when he escaped, his powers were stronger then ever. A racking cough came from deep within his body, putting the thief off guard for a moment. A gun pressed firmly into his temple. The man holding it sneered at Gambit, cocking his blonde head to the side and grinning. "Bonjour, mon ami."
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"Jean a'h don' care about Mist'uh Sinister! All ah care about is ma'h daughter, an' you betta'h tell me where in god's name she is!" Rogue snarled at the woman, she had regained enough energy to sit up and was now screaming at Jean Grey.
"Rogue, like I said before . . . she is fine, she's just looking for something, the professor knows she's fine and-" Jean threw her self on the ground, narrowly missing the (clean & empty) metallic bedpan that Rogue threw at her head. Logan laughed as he walked in, slowly pulling Jean to her feet.
"Jeannie howabout you let me take over here." He said to her in the doorway, away from Rogue's good aim.
"She's unbearable."
"I know."
"Logan I told Scott I was leaving him . . ."
"Well that's not bad"
" . . . for you" Logan's breath caught and he looked deep into her emerald pools.
"That's not bad either." She slowly nodded her head.
"Lets just take this slow" She whispered, and left the room. Logan smiled wide and turned back to face Rogue.
"Heard you woke up darlin'"
"That ah did" He smirked at her, and she slowly smiled back.
"What's the matter?" Rogue sniffed loudly inspite of herself, and her eyes grew glassy "Why won't ya'll just tell me where ma'h daughter is?"
His expression turned dark.
"You don't wanna know."
"Logan, I'm her mother, and ah just wanna know that she's alright." He reached for her, two big calloused hands gripping her shoulders.
"She's fine, and now that yer awake, she should be comin' home"
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"Where are ye'h goin'!?" Didier yelled, huffing and puffing in attempt to keep up with her.
"I don't know, but I'm getting the heck out of Louisiana, my mother is dying and I have been getting to comfortable around here!" Aimée states in a rush, as she hastily threw things into a suitcase that Mercy gave her.
"I thought we meant somethin' to one another." His head tipped downward as he clutched a bag across his chest.
"Did' I care about you, I swear . . . it's just that right now," She sat on the bed next to him and cupped his hand tight, "Right now I need to find my dad." His eyes bore deep into hers, the worried expression faded from his handsome face. Didier reached for her and planted a kiss on her lips. When they finally came up for air he smiled wide at her.
"I'm comin' too"
"Didier"
"Aimée I don' wanna hear it," He laughed aloud, shaking his head "girl, a'h t'ink I'm in love wit you."
Aimée's heartbeat skyrocketed and she kissed him again. That was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her.
"Fine, but this might not be fun."
"A road trip wit you? Ye'h gotta be kiddin' me!"
The pair laughed as she threw her final belongings into the bags, and they made their way down the steps.
No one was downstairs. Henri had scribbled out a note but she did not bother to read it. It was disappointing not being able to say goodbye, but Aimée knew it was necessary if she and Didier ever wanted to leave. She left notes for various people in different rooms of the house, and paid the Thieves mansion a final goodbye.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Jus' one t'ing, where are we goin'?" Aimée smiled as she hoisted her bag to the back of her bike. "I'm going home."
-Yay!
~foo