Sorry it took so long to update. I had writer's block over the weekend and
Victor (Sabretooth) was just too demanding about his story last week.
Anyway, mail call:
DedRedHed - Thank you. Remy and Victor are two of my favorite characters of all time.
girlonthem00n - Sorry about not continuing sooner. I will try to update more quickly (if my muses will just be cooperative).
MagnusXXN - Interesting guesses. Trust me there is a reason for her to be interested in Sinister but it won't come out for a little while.
Elizabeth Braddock-Grey - Thank you. Always good to hear from you.
BY THE WAY EVERYONE - If anyone is looking for an X-men Evolution Site with great fanfic and canon information and wonderful pics-check out the site Elizabeth Braddock-Grey made (it's listed in her bio on this site). It really is excellent.
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Chapter 17
They were still laughing as the hall sensors went off, alerting them to the approach of the next person scheduled for monitor duty. Betsy immediately turned back to the compter to erase the traces of her search as she did not feel up to explaining her curiousity...yet. Remy was careful not to watch the screen, curious but giving her privacy, as he disposed of the empty coffee cups and empty snack containers .
Betsy quickly finished returning the consoles to their default settings and turned to find Remy leaning against the wall next to the door, calmly waiting. She could feel a tinge of anxiety from him but at least he was no longer suggesting he sneak out so no one would see them together. Instead, he surprised her, asking, "So, y'got plans after dis?"
"No, I had not thought about it."
"Wanna go do somethin'? De night still young 'nd Remy hate wastin' de darkness."
Betsy blinked in pleasant surpise. "That would be nice, I am not ready for sleep either. However, may I ask, why the change?"
"Change?"
"Yes, before you were always trying to sneak off so no one would know we were talking. Now, you do not seem to care."
Remy gave her a mocking smile. "Told ya, didn' want de ot'ers to know we frien's 'til after you know what you were gettin' into, 'til ya could decide if Remy wort' de trouble. You know Remy's worse secrets now 'nd you not leavin'. You made your decision so it don' matter no more if de ot'ers know or not." He glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. "Now, if Ange would just make up 'is min' 'nd come inside, we can get outta here."
Betsy had forgotten that Warren was on duty next. They had arranged it days ago when they were still together. The two of them would usually keep each other company while on duty but that was no longer an option. After their break-up, was it just two days ago, the two of them had not even shared a courteous word and Betsy did not intend to change that fact anytime soon. The memory of him smiling at Remy trapped by ice in the danger room still angered her. Therefore, she was in no mood for politeness as she opened the door to confront the nervous, pacing winged mutant.
Warren looked up, surprised at the door suddenly opening. "Betsy!"
"Yes. I assume you are here for your turn on monitor duty."
"No, I mean, yeah." He stared down at her, his blue eyes questioning. "Why don't you stay and keep me company?" Betsy raised an eyebrow mockingly. "I think we need to talk."
Betsy was surprised with his self-restraint at the presence of Remy then quickly realized, he had not looked away from her since she had opened the door and had probably not seen the Cajun yet. "I already have plans."
"WHAT? With who?"
"A good friend, excuse us." She turned slightly and held out a hand to Remy who had been standing silently just behind her. Warren tensed as he looked up and realized who she was speaking of while Remy simply smiled. He stepped forward and offered Betsy his arm and she immediately tucked her hand around his elbow. "Good night, Warren."
Warren reached out for her arm but Betsy sidestepped out of the way. "Betsy, what are you doing?"
"You never listen, do you? I just told you, I have plans tonight with a good friend." She could feel Remy's concern more strongly as he intentionally reopened the link slightly. It was not enough to distract her but gave her reassurance. "Good night, Warren."
Warren's voice began to rise in anger. "You can't go out with him."
"Why not?"
"He's a traitor! A murderer!"
Betsy's smile twisted into a sneer. "Who here is innocent of that charge, Warren? Or should I call you Death."
"It was his fault..."
"Yes, yes, we have heard this refrain time and time again. It is as false now as it was the hundred times you have said it before. Harpoon and Blockbuster injured your wings. Hodge ordered them amputated, therefore, unless Remy was part of the surgical team, he had nothing to do with it."
"HE GATHERED THEM! HE IS RESPONSIBLE!" Warren's voice was echoing down the hallways and Betsy was sure they would be receiving more company soon but she was in no mood to deal with this further.
Remy had opened the link even futher during the altercation and Betsy welcomed it. He was wrapping her up in his friendship, reassuring her that she had his support. It also allowed him to realize she wanted to leave without her saying anything. Freeing his arm from her grip, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began to guide her down the hallway, rudely ending the conversation.
Warren, first clenched in anger, started to follow them but was stopped as Remy lifted his collapsible bo staff having removed from his coat earlier, unobserved, and pressed one end of it against Warren's windpipe, forcing the blonde man to stop.
"Betsy tol' ya, she got ot'er plans. Leave it be, homme, or der gonna be a fight 'nd dis hallway too small for your wings ta be anyt'ing but trouble for ya." His voice was soft but firm and his eyes burned dangerously. Both Betsy and Warren could feel the underlying threat in his words.
Betsy guessed she should take some offense at Remy's behavior or take action herself. It felt too nice, though, to have someone else taking care of her, so she remained silent against his side, simply enjoying the arm and emotions wrapped protectively around her.
They could hear people coming down the stairs to find out what was going on so, keeping an eye on the blonde mutant, bo staff raised defensively, Remy maneuvered himself and Betsy away from Warren until they could leave down a side hallway. They missed the gathering mutants by seconds and managed to get to the garage without being stopped.
Both of them knew that Warren would cast everything in the worst possible light but neither one was in the mood to fight tonight. Besides, the others would believe or disbelive Warren depending on their individual opinions of Remy regardless of whether or not the two of them were there. So, there was no real need to stay.
Stepping into the garage, Remy collapsed his bo staff and replaced it in his pocket before turning to Betsy. "Where ya wanna go?"
"Away from here."
"Your wish is Remy's command."
Betsy smiled at his teasing tone. "Liar."
"Always." Nothing but postive feelings came over the still open link, which surprised Betsy. However, she chose not to mention it and nothing more was said as they climbed onto his motorcycle and quickly roared off into the night.
Anyway, mail call:
DedRedHed - Thank you. Remy and Victor are two of my favorite characters of all time.
girlonthem00n - Sorry about not continuing sooner. I will try to update more quickly (if my muses will just be cooperative).
MagnusXXN - Interesting guesses. Trust me there is a reason for her to be interested in Sinister but it won't come out for a little while.
Elizabeth Braddock-Grey - Thank you. Always good to hear from you.
BY THE WAY EVERYONE - If anyone is looking for an X-men Evolution Site with great fanfic and canon information and wonderful pics-check out the site Elizabeth Braddock-Grey made (it's listed in her bio on this site). It really is excellent.
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Chapter 17
They were still laughing as the hall sensors went off, alerting them to the approach of the next person scheduled for monitor duty. Betsy immediately turned back to the compter to erase the traces of her search as she did not feel up to explaining her curiousity...yet. Remy was careful not to watch the screen, curious but giving her privacy, as he disposed of the empty coffee cups and empty snack containers .
Betsy quickly finished returning the consoles to their default settings and turned to find Remy leaning against the wall next to the door, calmly waiting. She could feel a tinge of anxiety from him but at least he was no longer suggesting he sneak out so no one would see them together. Instead, he surprised her, asking, "So, y'got plans after dis?"
"No, I had not thought about it."
"Wanna go do somethin'? De night still young 'nd Remy hate wastin' de darkness."
Betsy blinked in pleasant surpise. "That would be nice, I am not ready for sleep either. However, may I ask, why the change?"
"Change?"
"Yes, before you were always trying to sneak off so no one would know we were talking. Now, you do not seem to care."
Remy gave her a mocking smile. "Told ya, didn' want de ot'ers to know we frien's 'til after you know what you were gettin' into, 'til ya could decide if Remy wort' de trouble. You know Remy's worse secrets now 'nd you not leavin'. You made your decision so it don' matter no more if de ot'ers know or not." He glanced over his shoulder at the closed door. "Now, if Ange would just make up 'is min' 'nd come inside, we can get outta here."
Betsy had forgotten that Warren was on duty next. They had arranged it days ago when they were still together. The two of them would usually keep each other company while on duty but that was no longer an option. After their break-up, was it just two days ago, the two of them had not even shared a courteous word and Betsy did not intend to change that fact anytime soon. The memory of him smiling at Remy trapped by ice in the danger room still angered her. Therefore, she was in no mood for politeness as she opened the door to confront the nervous, pacing winged mutant.
Warren looked up, surprised at the door suddenly opening. "Betsy!"
"Yes. I assume you are here for your turn on monitor duty."
"No, I mean, yeah." He stared down at her, his blue eyes questioning. "Why don't you stay and keep me company?" Betsy raised an eyebrow mockingly. "I think we need to talk."
Betsy was surprised with his self-restraint at the presence of Remy then quickly realized, he had not looked away from her since she had opened the door and had probably not seen the Cajun yet. "I already have plans."
"WHAT? With who?"
"A good friend, excuse us." She turned slightly and held out a hand to Remy who had been standing silently just behind her. Warren tensed as he looked up and realized who she was speaking of while Remy simply smiled. He stepped forward and offered Betsy his arm and she immediately tucked her hand around his elbow. "Good night, Warren."
Warren reached out for her arm but Betsy sidestepped out of the way. "Betsy, what are you doing?"
"You never listen, do you? I just told you, I have plans tonight with a good friend." She could feel Remy's concern more strongly as he intentionally reopened the link slightly. It was not enough to distract her but gave her reassurance. "Good night, Warren."
Warren's voice began to rise in anger. "You can't go out with him."
"Why not?"
"He's a traitor! A murderer!"
Betsy's smile twisted into a sneer. "Who here is innocent of that charge, Warren? Or should I call you Death."
"It was his fault..."
"Yes, yes, we have heard this refrain time and time again. It is as false now as it was the hundred times you have said it before. Harpoon and Blockbuster injured your wings. Hodge ordered them amputated, therefore, unless Remy was part of the surgical team, he had nothing to do with it."
"HE GATHERED THEM! HE IS RESPONSIBLE!" Warren's voice was echoing down the hallways and Betsy was sure they would be receiving more company soon but she was in no mood to deal with this further.
Remy had opened the link even futher during the altercation and Betsy welcomed it. He was wrapping her up in his friendship, reassuring her that she had his support. It also allowed him to realize she wanted to leave without her saying anything. Freeing his arm from her grip, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and began to guide her down the hallway, rudely ending the conversation.
Warren, first clenched in anger, started to follow them but was stopped as Remy lifted his collapsible bo staff having removed from his coat earlier, unobserved, and pressed one end of it against Warren's windpipe, forcing the blonde man to stop.
"Betsy tol' ya, she got ot'er plans. Leave it be, homme, or der gonna be a fight 'nd dis hallway too small for your wings ta be anyt'ing but trouble for ya." His voice was soft but firm and his eyes burned dangerously. Both Betsy and Warren could feel the underlying threat in his words.
Betsy guessed she should take some offense at Remy's behavior or take action herself. It felt too nice, though, to have someone else taking care of her, so she remained silent against his side, simply enjoying the arm and emotions wrapped protectively around her.
They could hear people coming down the stairs to find out what was going on so, keeping an eye on the blonde mutant, bo staff raised defensively, Remy maneuvered himself and Betsy away from Warren until they could leave down a side hallway. They missed the gathering mutants by seconds and managed to get to the garage without being stopped.
Both of them knew that Warren would cast everything in the worst possible light but neither one was in the mood to fight tonight. Besides, the others would believe or disbelive Warren depending on their individual opinions of Remy regardless of whether or not the two of them were there. So, there was no real need to stay.
Stepping into the garage, Remy collapsed his bo staff and replaced it in his pocket before turning to Betsy. "Where ya wanna go?"
"Away from here."
"Your wish is Remy's command."
Betsy smiled at his teasing tone. "Liar."
"Always." Nothing but postive feelings came over the still open link, which surprised Betsy. However, she chose not to mention it and nothing more was said as they climbed onto his motorcycle and quickly roared off into the night.