::punts ancient laptop and hugs new one:: I love this thing so much, it has greatly saved my butt. So here it is, reviews please? I will welcome them, of pretty much any kind too. So on with the story, and here's a mini recap: Gambit & buddy Eve are thieves, they head for New York, Bobby gets into a big mess during an anti-mutant rally, and Eve grabs him on her bike. Ta da!
"Gambit give me some help here huh?" Eve hissed into her comm. link. "I need help, I can't dodge god damned tanks! Where are you?" She swerved another line of cars as she drove for her life on the motorcycle.
Gambit's voice came through loud and clear on his end, "Look up."
"What the fuck are you playing at?" she cursed.
"Look up chere," he laughed. She elbowed the kid behind her pointing up with one hand. She could feel his head crane upward following her directions.
"It's the JET! Oh thank god, oh hope they don't forget about me," he whimpered. She felt a bit of reassurance knowing that the kid had friends in, no pun intended, high places.
She growled back into the line, "You telling me you snuck onto that thing?"
"Course. I told dem about the kid, and den dey decided not to kill me. So what's the plan chere? You got all de options." He scanned the area around her as she flew out of an alleyway. The buildings and streets were familiar; she recognized it as a place she and Gambit had passed earlier in the day while escaping heavy traffic.
"Remember that unfinished bridge?" she smirked to herself as a plot schemed in her deranged and twisted mind. Air seemed to be the best option for a jet.
"Hell no chere, ya nuts. Don' you dare or I'm gonna-"
"What? You got a better plan? Tell them to open the damn cargo hold and wait for a motorcycle." The kid started muttering and praying behind her gripping even harder finally realizing what she was up to. Remy was obviously arguing with the people on the jet about what was going to happen. She could pick up a sound resembling an unsheathed sword, then Remy cursing in French.
The boy sighed behind her, "If he's still alive, he's pretty crazy."
"Why so kid-o?" she asked.
"Because that metallic sound was Wolverine's claws, and he's not a happy person to begin with." Eve cursed again, "You actually kind of sound like him. With all the cursing I mean." She laughed again; this kid was ok in her book. Now the hard part, the jet was looming closer to the ground heading for the bridge.
"All clear chere," Remy sighed. "On your end at least." She revved the engine even further going for the top speed as she ran over signs for construction work leaving the cars behind. The sleek black jet hovered with its cargo hold open waiting for her, even so the jump was pretty scary on her end. "I swear ta god, I'll kill ya if ya live through dis."
The kid was screaming behind her, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" The engine was going to fall apart if she had any more power to give it, the last of the bridge material flew past her feet as they launched off the end curving the wheels so as to land with little shock.
Remy was on the edge of his toes, the people on the jet were holding him back. A man, or at last he thought it was (for he towered over him and had a metallic sheen to him), was holding him far away enough so he wouldn't get ripped out of the jet. "Dear god, let her be ok," he prayed in his mind. The motorcycle flew off the bridge careening for the jet. When it finally hit the jet, it shook the floor beneath him nearly making him loose his balance, and almost tipped over. Eve's foot slammed to ground braking them and keeping the bike upright. The boy was gripping to her for his life cringing in fear.
When they stopped moving she nudged him gently making him look around. He leaped off the bike kneeling to the ground, "Thank you, thank you!" He bent down to kiss it, but hit the helmet. Ripping it off, Remy saw the kid really was that, a blonde haired teenage kid. "I'm alive! Barely, but alive!" he shouted hugging the ground.
"You!" Remy shouted shaking loose his anchor's hold. The hangar door closed with a hiss of air as he stormed over to her. "Ya could have died! Ya would have taken him with ya!" She rolled her eyes inside the helmet making him furious with rage. "Take that damn thing off an' look me in de eye!" She shook her head laughing. He smirked, "Non? Fine then," he raised the link up to his lips and shouted at the top of his lungs, "NOW!"
Bobby watched in interest as his savior flung off the helmet in a spitfire of curses and hair. They finally brushed the hair from their face revealing a very angry girl. "Shit Gumbo!" she shouted looking like she was going to kill him.
"That's a new development," Bobby muttered in extreme amount of shock. "He's a she."
"Bobby be quiet," Storm hissed at him. He turned back and shrugged before looking back at the arguing couple. He was yelling in something resembling German and she was cursing more than Wolverine probably did in his whole lifetime. "Does anyone know what they're saying?" she asked looking defeated.
"I'll give it a shot," Jean announced. She concentrated on the two holding a hand up, but stopped short yelping.
"Don't even try it lady!" the girl he had been riding with shouted glaring at her through tussled hair.
Her 'Gumbo' friend finished her sentence, "It won't work. Not on us." They paused for a moment before arguing again. He finally held up a hand before hissing in English, "If it weren't for me, ya be hanging in some voodoo freak's basement like a damned trophy!" Neither one of them had noticed Wolverine sneaking up behind the girl ready to pounce at any signal.
"That's it," she hissed balling her fists. "You. Die. Now." She started to lunge for him, but Wolverine grabbed her around the waist tossing her over his shoulder kicking and screaming. "DAMMIT LET ME GO! I'LL KILL THE SWAMP RAT!"
"Calm down already," Wolverine hissed. Bobby watched her partner carefully; he just stood aside smirking and almost laughing at her predicament. He moved over to Bobby with a curious smile on his face. He had never noticed it, but his eyes were a strange and eerie red on black. He was almost weirded out by it, but he had a warm smile (and did help save him) so he stood still.
"Hey dere, you have ta be Bobby right?" He could only nod dumbly in response. "My name's Remy, dat lovely lady," he laughed pointing at the motorcycle daredevil that was still fighting her way off of Wolverine, "would be Eve. She's nice when ya get to know her." He leaned in closer chuckling, "Only gets dis mad when I really get her blood boiling."
"Would you stop that!" Wolverine screamed as he brought her into an area of the jet with seats in it. He sighed getting frustrated, "Toots knock it off." She groaned and landed a well-aimed kick in his chest. Growing he glared at her, "I'm warning you." He slapped her butt to send a message. She screamed in shock and rage, but stopped pouting at her state.
Bobby felt kind of sympathetic and went over to talk to her, as she was still over Wolverine's shoulder he could talk to her at his eye level. "I never really got the chance to thank you. You saved my ever loving neck!" That made her smile and she gave him a wink waving her fingers. "Eve?" he asked. She looked at him curiously. "Did you really think we would make that jump? Just curious is all."
"Good question," she muttered under her breath in serious thought.
"Down ya go spitfire," Logan muttered setting her down in a seat.
"Finally," she laughed. Remy came to his side again looking at Eve with worry glazing his eyes. "No, I'm not going to kill you, although you kind of deserve it." He sat down next to her punching her shoulder, she growled back glaring at him and yet still smiling. "Don't feel intimidated by the eyes Bobby, he's harmless."
Her comrade glared back; that glare freaked out Bobby, but Eve must have been used to it because she just smiled at Bobby ignoring him. "Ya messed up ya ankle didn't you?" he asked crossing his arms. She huffed and looked away tucking her feet under the seat. "Eve, I warned ya about dat kind of thing. If it hurts, get one of dem to look at it."
"It doesn't hurt," she sighed locking herself into the seat. "If I hadn't done it, we'd be splattered on the floor of the cargo bay. Well maybe not splattered," she added as Bobby's jaw dropped, "but it wouldn't have been pretty." Remy sighed crossing his arms in frustration at her casualty for the subject. "Did I mention you and the rest of the people chilling on the cargo bay would have been hit?"
"Get it looked at," he growled back tapping her foot causing her to whimper. "Il ne malade pas, mon derriere!"
"Sorry to break this little dispute up," Cyclops's stern voice said over them. Bobby and the two arguers looked up at the same time, "but we ALL need to talk."