AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Well, I'm sorry but that was the end. Le Fine. But here's a sneak peak into the next story that goes with this series. Gosh, Mambo Number 5. He he. I always seem to end my stories in a very sad way. Hmmm…that may not be a good thing but oh well, there's another one coming right up. So check out 'Self Discovery'.
FYI:
~Personal Thoughts~
~"Inner Voices"~
ESP
%The Written Word%
[Flashback]
"Normal Conversation (Duh)"
* Com Link or Telephone *
*Sound Effects (usually just Kurt's bamfing)
{Background noise--music, crowds, etc.}
GAMBIT
I felt like someone had dropped a ton o' bricks ont' mon chest. ~Merde, what happened?~ I slowly racked mon brain and remembered talkin' t' Rogue—kissin' her in fact. ~But how? She's untouchable again. Or is dat how I ended up flat on mon back.~ Den it hit me, she'd been in mon head. ~Dat's why I'm still here. She talked me int' livin'.~ I slowly opened mon eyes hopin' t' see her.
She was sittin' in a chair wit' her legs crossed as she read over a report o' some type. "Chére?" She didn' look up as she flipped de page over.
"I see you're up, Mister LeBeau."
"Good t' see y' t', Chére."
"Trust me there's no pleasure in this." She looked up at me wit' unfamiliar blue eyes causin' me t' feel very confused. "I find no pleasure in arresting the man who murdered my partner." ~Partner? Murder? What is she talkin' 'bout? And what happened t' her accent?~
"What are y' talkin' 'bout, Marie?"
"I'm talking about the murder of Agent Banks when you stole the collage, 'J Mood'." I racked mon t'robbing head and remembered de dead guard I'd come across durin' dat t'eft.
"I found him already dead. It wasn't me. Y' can't t'ink it was me, Chére."
"Stop calling me that. You can call me Major Danvers or Carol Danvers. Take your pick." If it was possible t'ings got cold extremely cold in dat room.
"Non, dis ain't funny, Marie." I pushed myself up int' a sitting position ignoring de pain dat shot t'rough mon chest. ~I was shot, f' God's sake. It's gonna hurt.~
"Who said murder was?"
"I told y' I didn't do it. And stop dis. Yo' Marie D'Ancanto. Remember?"
"I don't know who this Marie is, but I'm not her." ~But I'm lookin' at her. I know it's her, dere ain't no substitute.~
"Yo' name is Marie and I'm innocent."
"Right. We're going to Washington as soon as S.H.I.E.L.D. gets their act together and sends proper transport for you. Trust me, the sooner this is over the better off we'll both be. Well, I shouldn't say that, you'll most likely get the death penalty, but I'll be glad to be rid of you." ~S.H.I.E.L.D.? What does Rogue have t' do wit' dem? And who's dis Carol dat she t'inks she is? What if dis is une of her break downs. I know she's had une b'fore where here psyches took over. Dis could be anot'er une.~
"Y' don' remember a t'ing do y'?"
She stood up and spoke extremely sarcastically. "I've got a very good memory, Mister LeBeau. It's yours that I'm concerned about right now."
"If I prove dat yo' really Marie, den yo' b'lieve me dat I'm innocent?" She stopped and scoffed.
"Sure if I turn out to be someone I know I'm not, then you're as innocent as a newborn baby."
"Is dat a deal?" She turned t' glare at me as she considered it.
"Why not? You'll lose."
"Den we shake." ~If I can get her t' absorb me den she'll have mon memories and dat'll prove it right now and we can f'get dis whole t'ing.~ She took mon hand and not'in' happened. ~Dat's not right.~
"You look disappointed, Mister LeBeau."
"Remy's jus' a li'l."