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X-Men: Black and White
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It was late at night, and Remy was just heading downstairs for a midnight snack. He slowly walked into the dark kitchen and opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a jar of strawberry jelly.
"Sneakin' a bite tah eat swamp rat?"
Remy turned with a charming smile, facing the beauty with the white streak in her hair. "'Ello chere, Remy jus' gettin' some peanut butter an' jelly. You want some?" he put the jelly jar on the counter and moved towards the cupboards for the peanut butter.
Rogue shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "No thanks. I don't do midnight snacks."
Remy raised an eyebrow as he began spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread. "You sure 'bout dat chere? I think mebbe I seen you slip downstairs one night an' get yo'self a snack." he smirked.
"Remy!" Rogue stared at him accusingly, trying to hide her smile. She watched as the Cajun's smirk turned to a grim line and his brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"
He turned and faced the door, putting down the butter knife. "I thought I heard somethin'..."
"I didn't hear anything." Rogue frowned, watching him move to the door.
"Dat's why you not a theif chere. Theives always on alert." Remy whispered with a sly grin as he crept into the dark.
Rogue followed Remy quietly out of the kitchen, gripping onto his arm.
"You scared?" Remy smirked.
Rogue rolled her eyes and let go of Gambit's arm as he motioned for her to stay back.
There was a dark figure standing infront of the window and just staring out into the dark. Remy approached the figure slowly, noticing a broken lamp on the floor that seemed to have fallen off a side table in the hallway. "Logan?" he called out softly, pretty sure who the figure was.
Logan turned around sharply, his eyes cold and dark as he unsheathed his claws and lashed out unexpectantly.
Remy heard Rogue gasp in the background, and as agile as he was, Remy was just able to jump away from Logan in time to miss getting sliced across his middle. He continued to stare at Logan, noticing as the man's eyes began to change, and instead look fearful as he seemed to realize what had happened. "Easy mon ami..."
By now Rogue was at Remy's side, again gripping his arm as they both watched the dangerous man infront of them.
Logan breathed in heavily for a moment, still slightly hunched over. He closed his eyes and finally sheathed his claws, relaxing his hands so he unclenched his fists. He shook his head and stared almost blankly, at Remy and Rogue. "Remy-I...I'm sorry..."
Remy just shrugged and tried for a smile. "No problem." he chuckled half-heartedly, but it was obvious he was somewhat bothered, or confused. They Professor had told them all about the Canuck's current mental state, but they didn't expect him to be this unpredictable.
Logan seemed to drift off into his own little world again and Rogue leaned toward Remy and whispered, "I thought Jean was watchin' him? Ain't she stayin' in his room on the fold-out bed?"
Remy nodded. "She mus' be sleepin'..." he whispered back.
Rogue tentatively put a hand on Logan's back. "Hey, why don't I take yah back to yer room, 'kay sugah?"
Logan just nodded daftly and Rogue looked to Remy letting him know she'd be fine as she began leading Logan to the stairs.
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Jean raced to the top of the stairs in a panic. She saw Rogue and Logan heading up the stairs and caught her breath. "Rogue..." she breathed out, her eyes still wide and questioning.
"Jean, uh, Remy an' me found 'im downstairs..." Rogue started, noticing her friend's worried expression. "He wasn't actin' himself sugah...he nearly cut Remy in half." she said the last part quietly, though Logan wasn't really paying attention anyway.
Jean's eyes showed fear, and she blamed herself. "I'm so sorry Rogue, he was sleeping before I dozed off, I didn't think-"
Rogue held up her hand and shook her head. "It's ahlright, we're both fine." she smiled kindly and started to turn back down the stairs. "Well, I guess I'll go help Remy clean up his midnight snack."
Jean watched Rogue leave and smiled tiredly at her. She moved towards Logan and took his hand. "Hey...you okay?"
Logan met her gaze, but it was a faraway look that Jean picked up on easily. "Yeah...I'm sorry Jeannie, I jus'..."
Jean smiled tightly, squeezing his hand gently. She already knew what he was going through, all the memories surfacing at once were driving him nuts, so much so that it seemed he was catatonic at times. "Nightmares?"
Logan nodded slowly.
Jean could tell he didn't want to talk about it, or wasn't up to, so she started up the stairs to lead Logan back to his room. It seemed as though his nightmares were having an effect on him so that he hallucinated these terrible memories when he was awake. That's what Jean thought anyway. She only hoped that they could somehow get these men to stop chasing Logan so he could resume a life without having to run all the time. Maybe by then the nightmares would stop.
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X-Men: Black and White
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It was late at night, and Remy was just heading downstairs for a midnight snack. He slowly walked into the dark kitchen and opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a jar of strawberry jelly.
"Sneakin' a bite tah eat swamp rat?"
Remy turned with a charming smile, facing the beauty with the white streak in her hair. "'Ello chere, Remy jus' gettin' some peanut butter an' jelly. You want some?" he put the jelly jar on the counter and moved towards the cupboards for the peanut butter.
Rogue shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "No thanks. I don't do midnight snacks."
Remy raised an eyebrow as he began spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread. "You sure 'bout dat chere? I think mebbe I seen you slip downstairs one night an' get yo'self a snack." he smirked.
"Remy!" Rogue stared at him accusingly, trying to hide her smile. She watched as the Cajun's smirk turned to a grim line and his brows furrowed. "What's wrong?"
He turned and faced the door, putting down the butter knife. "I thought I heard somethin'..."
"I didn't hear anything." Rogue frowned, watching him move to the door.
"Dat's why you not a theif chere. Theives always on alert." Remy whispered with a sly grin as he crept into the dark.
Rogue followed Remy quietly out of the kitchen, gripping onto his arm.
"You scared?" Remy smirked.
Rogue rolled her eyes and let go of Gambit's arm as he motioned for her to stay back.
There was a dark figure standing infront of the window and just staring out into the dark. Remy approached the figure slowly, noticing a broken lamp on the floor that seemed to have fallen off a side table in the hallway. "Logan?" he called out softly, pretty sure who the figure was.
Logan turned around sharply, his eyes cold and dark as he unsheathed his claws and lashed out unexpectantly.
Remy heard Rogue gasp in the background, and as agile as he was, Remy was just able to jump away from Logan in time to miss getting sliced across his middle. He continued to stare at Logan, noticing as the man's eyes began to change, and instead look fearful as he seemed to realize what had happened. "Easy mon ami..."
By now Rogue was at Remy's side, again gripping his arm as they both watched the dangerous man infront of them.
Logan breathed in heavily for a moment, still slightly hunched over. He closed his eyes and finally sheathed his claws, relaxing his hands so he unclenched his fists. He shook his head and stared almost blankly, at Remy and Rogue. "Remy-I...I'm sorry..."
Remy just shrugged and tried for a smile. "No problem." he chuckled half-heartedly, but it was obvious he was somewhat bothered, or confused. They Professor had told them all about the Canuck's current mental state, but they didn't expect him to be this unpredictable.
Logan seemed to drift off into his own little world again and Rogue leaned toward Remy and whispered, "I thought Jean was watchin' him? Ain't she stayin' in his room on the fold-out bed?"
Remy nodded. "She mus' be sleepin'..." he whispered back.
Rogue tentatively put a hand on Logan's back. "Hey, why don't I take yah back to yer room, 'kay sugah?"
Logan just nodded daftly and Rogue looked to Remy letting him know she'd be fine as she began leading Logan to the stairs.
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Jean raced to the top of the stairs in a panic. She saw Rogue and Logan heading up the stairs and caught her breath. "Rogue..." she breathed out, her eyes still wide and questioning.
"Jean, uh, Remy an' me found 'im downstairs..." Rogue started, noticing her friend's worried expression. "He wasn't actin' himself sugah...he nearly cut Remy in half." she said the last part quietly, though Logan wasn't really paying attention anyway.
Jean's eyes showed fear, and she blamed herself. "I'm so sorry Rogue, he was sleeping before I dozed off, I didn't think-"
Rogue held up her hand and shook her head. "It's ahlright, we're both fine." she smiled kindly and started to turn back down the stairs. "Well, I guess I'll go help Remy clean up his midnight snack."
Jean watched Rogue leave and smiled tiredly at her. She moved towards Logan and took his hand. "Hey...you okay?"
Logan met her gaze, but it was a faraway look that Jean picked up on easily. "Yeah...I'm sorry Jeannie, I jus'..."
Jean smiled tightly, squeezing his hand gently. She already knew what he was going through, all the memories surfacing at once were driving him nuts, so much so that it seemed he was catatonic at times. "Nightmares?"
Logan nodded slowly.
Jean could tell he didn't want to talk about it, or wasn't up to, so she started up the stairs to lead Logan back to his room. It seemed as though his nightmares were having an effect on him so that he hallucinated these terrible memories when he was awake. That's what Jean thought anyway. She only hoped that they could somehow get these men to stop chasing Logan so he could resume a life without having to run all the time. Maybe by then the nightmares would stop.
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