Chapter Five
Hurrying through her shower, Betsy quickly escaped the mansion to walk down the path to the boathouse. Warren's words to Remy had been excessively harsh and she wanted to make sure the Cajun was alright. Knocking on the door, she was not surprised when it remained closed. Whether he was there or not, he would probably not be eager for company at the moment. He might have left the grounds and she wanted to be sure he was alright. Reaching out cautiously, she felt the brush of his mind. It was strong indicating he was near, so she knocked again. After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Remy stood there in shorts, drying his long hair.
"Good morning."
"Bon jour. Hope you ain't waitin' too long, Remy just takin' a shower."
"No, not long. I wanted to see how you are doing after that scene in the Danger Room."
Remy shrugged nonchalantly but Betsy thought she could see the pain and anger deep in his eyes. "It's rien. You shouldn' be down here."
"Why?"
"Someone sees you here, dey tell Ange', he goin' be plenty mad. Don't wanna come 'tween you 'nd 'im or de ot'ers."
She smiled at the kind concern. "I thought I told you, I am very stubborn. I decided last night that you needed a true teammate through this and I volunteered myself for the job. Therefore, unless you have someone else to replace me, you are stuck with me. Which means I will be checking on you regularly, making myself a right pest. Therefore, as Jubilee would say, get over it."
Remy laughed and she smiled in satisfaction. "You be 'ell on yo'r parents. Remy can tell."
"I will have you know I was a model child."
"Model troublemaker. Remy, he de perfect chile'." Betsy raised an eyebrow, impressed the Cajun had been able say that with a straight face, and he flashed her one of his old teasing grins. "Perfect terror. Should'a' seen po' Jean Luc's 'ouse when Remy got his powers."
"Hmmm, I imagine it was probably on par with my parents' problems with Brian."
"Brian?"
"My twin brother. He has had his super strength and near-invulnerability most of his life."
"Must'a been some fun tantrums dere." They shared a smile until he tapped his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Merde!"
The sudden curse startled Betsy and she glanced around quickly, trying to discover what was wrong. "Is something the matter?"
"Remy's bein' a bad host. Tante Mattie'd tan dis boy's hide she eva' find out. Wanna come in for coffee?"
Betsy laughed, the insolent Cajun thief worried about manners? "I would love to."
Stepping back so she could enter, he closed the door behind them. "Be right back. Make yo'self at home while 'm gettin' some clothes on."
Betsy nodded and did not resist studying him as he left. The man had a gorgeous body and, as she had tried to explain to Jean, looking never harmed a relationship. If it seemed to be a problem, there was already something fundamentally wrong.
Looking around, Betsy frowned in distaste. The boathouse showed its obviously long disuse from the dust covering everything to the outdated, atrocious furniture making for a very depressing atmosphere. Hopefully, Remy would not be here very long. It couldn't be healthy.
A few minutes later, he came down in his usual obscenely tight jeans and t- shirt and ushered her into the kitchen where he began fixing breakfast. "Hope ya don' mind, didn' have time t'eat 'fore practice."
"Please, go ahead. Actually, if it is not too much trouble, I would love some toast." He threw her another of his old teasing grins. "I t'ink I c'n remember 'ow to work a toaster."
Hurrying through her shower, Betsy quickly escaped the mansion to walk down the path to the boathouse. Warren's words to Remy had been excessively harsh and she wanted to make sure the Cajun was alright. Knocking on the door, she was not surprised when it remained closed. Whether he was there or not, he would probably not be eager for company at the moment. He might have left the grounds and she wanted to be sure he was alright. Reaching out cautiously, she felt the brush of his mind. It was strong indicating he was near, so she knocked again. After a few minutes, the door finally opened and Remy stood there in shorts, drying his long hair.
"Good morning."
"Bon jour. Hope you ain't waitin' too long, Remy just takin' a shower."
"No, not long. I wanted to see how you are doing after that scene in the Danger Room."
Remy shrugged nonchalantly but Betsy thought she could see the pain and anger deep in his eyes. "It's rien. You shouldn' be down here."
"Why?"
"Someone sees you here, dey tell Ange', he goin' be plenty mad. Don't wanna come 'tween you 'nd 'im or de ot'ers."
She smiled at the kind concern. "I thought I told you, I am very stubborn. I decided last night that you needed a true teammate through this and I volunteered myself for the job. Therefore, unless you have someone else to replace me, you are stuck with me. Which means I will be checking on you regularly, making myself a right pest. Therefore, as Jubilee would say, get over it."
Remy laughed and she smiled in satisfaction. "You be 'ell on yo'r parents. Remy can tell."
"I will have you know I was a model child."
"Model troublemaker. Remy, he de perfect chile'." Betsy raised an eyebrow, impressed the Cajun had been able say that with a straight face, and he flashed her one of his old teasing grins. "Perfect terror. Should'a' seen po' Jean Luc's 'ouse when Remy got his powers."
"Hmmm, I imagine it was probably on par with my parents' problems with Brian."
"Brian?"
"My twin brother. He has had his super strength and near-invulnerability most of his life."
"Must'a been some fun tantrums dere." They shared a smile until he tapped his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Merde!"
The sudden curse startled Betsy and she glanced around quickly, trying to discover what was wrong. "Is something the matter?"
"Remy's bein' a bad host. Tante Mattie'd tan dis boy's hide she eva' find out. Wanna come in for coffee?"
Betsy laughed, the insolent Cajun thief worried about manners? "I would love to."
Stepping back so she could enter, he closed the door behind them. "Be right back. Make yo'self at home while 'm gettin' some clothes on."
Betsy nodded and did not resist studying him as he left. The man had a gorgeous body and, as she had tried to explain to Jean, looking never harmed a relationship. If it seemed to be a problem, there was already something fundamentally wrong.
Looking around, Betsy frowned in distaste. The boathouse showed its obviously long disuse from the dust covering everything to the outdated, atrocious furniture making for a very depressing atmosphere. Hopefully, Remy would not be here very long. It couldn't be healthy.
A few minutes later, he came down in his usual obscenely tight jeans and t- shirt and ushered her into the kitchen where he began fixing breakfast. "Hope ya don' mind, didn' have time t'eat 'fore practice."
"Please, go ahead. Actually, if it is not too much trouble, I would love some toast." He threw her another of his old teasing grins. "I t'ink I c'n remember 'ow to work a toaster."