Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I making any money from the X-Men
characters. Thank you to Corrinth for the use of her character Dr. Ilehana
Xavier. I do own Blaze, and appreciate authors not using her without
asking.
A/N: Reviews always welcome!
Scene 08
"Ta-da!" Blaze opened her bedroom door to greet her waiting audience with a smile and a pirouette. Wearing Rogue's brown cowboy boots, her own blue grey hipster jeans and a tan embroidered top of Storm's that didn't quite cover anything and revealed a slice of her toned middle, Blaze felt comfortable but stunning. This was a cool outfit!
"Very nice." Assured Storm, smiling, whilst Rogue exclaimed, "You've got you belly button pierced!" With a finger Blaze brushed the silver skull that adorned her stomach, smiling.
"Yeah. An old ex of Remy's gave called Mercury gave me this. I think she reformed his apartment key to do it. She said it was to remind me that if she ever saw me again, she'd kill me."
"Did you ever see her again?" Rogue asked, aghast.
"Yeah, but I was dating a police officer at the time. It didn't go down to well with him that she tried to kill me; he got her locked up for a long time. Gambit didn't speak to me for a month."
"'Cause you got his girl locked up?" Rogue questioned.
"Nah 'cause I was dating a cop! I mean, what was I thinking? Anyway he left for Rio with Electra..."
"The Electra? Electra who worked for Jacobi?"
"Of course. He found me again when he heard I'd a lucrative deal going down in Cape Town, wanted a share in the profit. He didn't get it though. And I wasn't stupid enough to ask where Electra had got to."
Rogue's eyes flashed wide at the thought of this dangerous, international lifestyle. Storm only shook her head and went to collect the rejected clothes.
"So," Rogue tried to be casual, "Has Gambit had many girlfriends?"
"Ha!" Blaze laughed, turning to put in her earrings. "I stopped counting. Not many last long. The early ones were mostly okay, but he couldn't deal with them. There was a recent break up there that really stung him I think. Later on, as we both grew up, they just got bitchy. Couldn't deal with Rem and I being such good friends."
"What about you and Gambit, Blaze?" Storm asked noncommittally.
"If I knew the answer to that..." Blaze sighed, putting on a last coat of mascara and looking for her bag. "Things were getting kinda serious, once. But it didn't work out. Jacobi appeared and all hell broke loose."
"Did he dump ya?" Rogue asked carelessly, before clapping her hands over her mouth in apology. Blaze frowned slightly before replying.
"No. Come to think of it, we never actually broke up. Just got distracted." She shrugged. "Hard to have a relationship when a crime lord has designs on your man."
"But Jacobi's gone now." Storm pointed out. "So where does that leave you and Gambit?"
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Fresh air. Cool, crisp and not smelling of mould or dust. A breeze on his face. And a stunning redhead leaning casually on the bonnet of a sleek grey Aston Martin DB7 GT. O'Malley wondered if he should even bother going into work today.
"Can I help you Miss?" The guard's tangible desire for her gave Blaze a sick feeling in her stomach.
"No, thank you. I'm just waiting for someone."
"Sorry for soundin' cheesy, Miss, but what's a lady like you doin' waitin' for somebody at a prison?" He was walking towards her, she had to get rid of him; he gave her the creeps.
"Hey! Blaze!" With a cheap rucksack on his shoulder and a huge smile on his face, Remy le Beau sprinted through the prison gates and over to her. Ditching the bag on the floor, he scooped her up in his arms and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, slightly too long to be just friendly, fractionally too short to be romantic. But Blaze didn't care; she hugged him tight, revelling in his joy at being a free man.
**Who's the creep? ** She asked as she unwound herself from his arms.
"I cannot believe it!" O'Malley snarled snidely. "What's a mutant scum like you doing with a chick like that, le Beau? I tell ya, there ain't no justice in you walkin' out of this place, let alone to a reception like that!"
Gambit's red-on-black eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together in a thin line that meant he was for once biting his tongue. Blaze smiled and squeezed his hand, slyly offering a single pack of cards.
**Merci, mon Petite. **
** You're welcome, Ami. **
O'Malley's eye seemed to pop out on stalks as Gambit turned on him, card glowing orange in his fingers. There was a dull whistling sound in the air that O'Malley couldn't place, but it sent shivers up his spine. Blaze leant back on the car, knowing the sound of Gambit's power, filling the card with explosive energy.
"I had enough, O'Malley" The Cajun snarled, richly accented voice ringing around the parking lot. "You start treatin' those prisoners better, or Gambit gonna make you wish you never bin born." Turning and risking a wink at Blaze, she started to open the driver's door.
"And am I supposed to be scared of that, mutant?" O'Malley was braver now Remy's back was turned, and he spat in the Cajun's direction. Quickly Remy spun back onto him, charged card glowing and eyes flashing dangerously.
"You afraid, O'Malley?" Gambit snarled. "You should be." Almost casually he flicked the card in O'Malley's direction. Blaze could see it wasn't meant to do any damage, but O'Malley didn't. With a whistle and a bright explosion, the card sent O'Malley falling backwards. By the time his vision cleared and his heart stopped racing, he was sat on his backside on the parking lot floor, and the car was already leaving.
A/N: Reviews always welcome!
Scene 08
"Ta-da!" Blaze opened her bedroom door to greet her waiting audience with a smile and a pirouette. Wearing Rogue's brown cowboy boots, her own blue grey hipster jeans and a tan embroidered top of Storm's that didn't quite cover anything and revealed a slice of her toned middle, Blaze felt comfortable but stunning. This was a cool outfit!
"Very nice." Assured Storm, smiling, whilst Rogue exclaimed, "You've got you belly button pierced!" With a finger Blaze brushed the silver skull that adorned her stomach, smiling.
"Yeah. An old ex of Remy's gave called Mercury gave me this. I think she reformed his apartment key to do it. She said it was to remind me that if she ever saw me again, she'd kill me."
"Did you ever see her again?" Rogue asked, aghast.
"Yeah, but I was dating a police officer at the time. It didn't go down to well with him that she tried to kill me; he got her locked up for a long time. Gambit didn't speak to me for a month."
"'Cause you got his girl locked up?" Rogue questioned.
"Nah 'cause I was dating a cop! I mean, what was I thinking? Anyway he left for Rio with Electra..."
"The Electra? Electra who worked for Jacobi?"
"Of course. He found me again when he heard I'd a lucrative deal going down in Cape Town, wanted a share in the profit. He didn't get it though. And I wasn't stupid enough to ask where Electra had got to."
Rogue's eyes flashed wide at the thought of this dangerous, international lifestyle. Storm only shook her head and went to collect the rejected clothes.
"So," Rogue tried to be casual, "Has Gambit had many girlfriends?"
"Ha!" Blaze laughed, turning to put in her earrings. "I stopped counting. Not many last long. The early ones were mostly okay, but he couldn't deal with them. There was a recent break up there that really stung him I think. Later on, as we both grew up, they just got bitchy. Couldn't deal with Rem and I being such good friends."
"What about you and Gambit, Blaze?" Storm asked noncommittally.
"If I knew the answer to that..." Blaze sighed, putting on a last coat of mascara and looking for her bag. "Things were getting kinda serious, once. But it didn't work out. Jacobi appeared and all hell broke loose."
"Did he dump ya?" Rogue asked carelessly, before clapping her hands over her mouth in apology. Blaze frowned slightly before replying.
"No. Come to think of it, we never actually broke up. Just got distracted." She shrugged. "Hard to have a relationship when a crime lord has designs on your man."
"But Jacobi's gone now." Storm pointed out. "So where does that leave you and Gambit?"
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Fresh air. Cool, crisp and not smelling of mould or dust. A breeze on his face. And a stunning redhead leaning casually on the bonnet of a sleek grey Aston Martin DB7 GT. O'Malley wondered if he should even bother going into work today.
"Can I help you Miss?" The guard's tangible desire for her gave Blaze a sick feeling in her stomach.
"No, thank you. I'm just waiting for someone."
"Sorry for soundin' cheesy, Miss, but what's a lady like you doin' waitin' for somebody at a prison?" He was walking towards her, she had to get rid of him; he gave her the creeps.
"Hey! Blaze!" With a cheap rucksack on his shoulder and a huge smile on his face, Remy le Beau sprinted through the prison gates and over to her. Ditching the bag on the floor, he scooped her up in his arms and kissed her. The kiss was gentle, slightly too long to be just friendly, fractionally too short to be romantic. But Blaze didn't care; she hugged him tight, revelling in his joy at being a free man.
**Who's the creep? ** She asked as she unwound herself from his arms.
"I cannot believe it!" O'Malley snarled snidely. "What's a mutant scum like you doing with a chick like that, le Beau? I tell ya, there ain't no justice in you walkin' out of this place, let alone to a reception like that!"
Gambit's red-on-black eyes narrowed and he pressed his lips together in a thin line that meant he was for once biting his tongue. Blaze smiled and squeezed his hand, slyly offering a single pack of cards.
**Merci, mon Petite. **
** You're welcome, Ami. **
O'Malley's eye seemed to pop out on stalks as Gambit turned on him, card glowing orange in his fingers. There was a dull whistling sound in the air that O'Malley couldn't place, but it sent shivers up his spine. Blaze leant back on the car, knowing the sound of Gambit's power, filling the card with explosive energy.
"I had enough, O'Malley" The Cajun snarled, richly accented voice ringing around the parking lot. "You start treatin' those prisoners better, or Gambit gonna make you wish you never bin born." Turning and risking a wink at Blaze, she started to open the driver's door.
"And am I supposed to be scared of that, mutant?" O'Malley was braver now Remy's back was turned, and he spat in the Cajun's direction. Quickly Remy spun back onto him, charged card glowing and eyes flashing dangerously.
"You afraid, O'Malley?" Gambit snarled. "You should be." Almost casually he flicked the card in O'Malley's direction. Blaze could see it wasn't meant to do any damage, but O'Malley didn't. With a whistle and a bright explosion, the card sent O'Malley falling backwards. By the time his vision cleared and his heart stopped racing, he was sat on his backside on the parking lot floor, and the car was already leaving.