~I cant spell definitely, spell checker yells at me every time!
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Le Garcon du Futur
Chapter 8.
A Normal One
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"What!? What is it!?" Penelope glared at Apollo, her caramel eyes ablaze. He hadn't spoken in 15 minutes, he just sat silent, his hands pressed firmly to his temples.
"Damn," Apollo finally muttered, "I've lost her."
"She's dead!?"
"I hope not. I just lost the signal," He abruptly got to his feet, his eyes wild as he scrambled around for what little belongings he had left. Penelope was pissed, but for the most part . . .confused.
"What are you doing? Who's Aimée?"
"My-well she's not really my anything," She raised an eyebrow, "I love her."
"Well that's something."
"It should be . . ." Apollo whispered, pausing for a moment to look down at the ground, letting his now shaggy hair fall into his handsome face, "I'm sorry, Penelope, I have to go. She needs me, I'm not sure what just happened, but I know I have to go back."
"Back where?"
"The only place I've ever been able to call home." He reached for his jacket, which was hanging in the closet, but Penelope blocked his way, her mouth was screwed up in a scowl.
"Tell me what's going on."
"I don't know what's going on!"
"Well at least tell me where you're going! I think you owe me that!" Apollo frowned, there was no time.
"The Xavier Institute, West Chester, New York." Penelope bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes unreadable.
"I'm going with you."
"No."
She looked up at him, her expression playful yet firm.
"Yes." Penelope disappeared into the bedroom, leaving him-mouth agape-in the living room, but reappeared a few seconds later, a small leather bag tucked under her arm. She had an orange sash in her hair, and a worn black leather jacket around her shoulders. Penelope didn't give the house a second glance before walking out the front door.
"You coming?" Apollo nodded and walked down the steps.
"I-I-I don'"
"Shhh," She placed a manicured finger to his lips, silencing the boy, "You said her name was Aimée?"
"Yes."
"That's a beautiful name." She whispered, looking to the sky, a smile appearing across her lips.
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"Are y'sure ye'h alright?" Remy squeezed his daughter's hand, his eyes worried and weary. Aimée sighed and flopped back against the med lab pillow.
"For the thousandth time . . . I'm fine! It was just a little smoke inhalation-"
"An' thanks t'Bruno, nothin' else." Rogue laughed at her husband's stern expression.
"Ah woulda'h been dere, chere, ah swear. He jus' got t'ya'h firs' dats all."
"I know papa, I know. I just think it's a hell of a way to thank him by punching his lights out." The two girls giggled uncontrollably, and Remy tossed his hands up, leaving the room.
"He sure was handsome," Rogue glanced knowingly at her daughter, "An' he saved yoah life." Aimée sighed and cocked her head to the side, her crimson eyes filling up with tears, "Oh baby, ah'm sorry."
"No, mama, it isn't your fault. I'm just upset that's all."
"About Patrick?"
She shook her head no, tears were streaming out of her eyes.
"About everybody! Mama, why can't I just have one, that's all I'm asking for, just one normal relationship. I just need someone who isn't going to die, or goddammit! Someone who doesn't want me dead!"
"An' yah'll find him baby, ah promise . . . just raht now things are a little difficult. But that doesn't mean ya'h hafta give up. There's a boy in there, who saved yoah life, an' well, ah think he deserves a second glance." Aimee sighed and looked through the Plexiglas where Jean was tending to Bruno's head wound. Gabe had saved her too . . .
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"Hey" Luc's head shot up, he was always on edge, like he had had one to many cups of coffee. Remy smiled down at him, looking nervous for once.
"Hi."
"I, uh, ah wanted t'say thank you f'what ye'h did."
"Ah didn' do nothin' just a mutation, thas all. Even so, she's ma'h sister raht? The closest bonds are those between siblings." The taller man nodded, and he and Luc sighed at the same time. In sync resting their heads on the wall.
"Luc I'm sorry."
"f'what?"
"f'not bein' dere, fo' you when y'were younger." Luc frowned and looked at the ground, shuffling his feet uncomfortably.
"ah'm sorry to, fer not rememberin' yu'h."
"Truth is, homme, dat y'mon fils, my son, an' dats jus' gonna take me a little while t'get used to."
"Raht . . . me too." Both of the LeBeau's nodded their heads, brushing their hair out of their eyes at the same time. They were different, yes. Luc was gentle, quiet, humble and peaceful. Remy was wild, charming, and at sometimes reckless. However they were still father and son, so much alike on the inside, where it really mattered.
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Darien Waldorf stared at his shoes. They were black and the equivalent of Gucci for nearly a century ago. The boy had taste, which usually comes natural to any man of his caliber looks. He was beautiful, a work of art, much like our dear Gabriel . . . only there was nothing even the slightest bit rough about him. His hair was a light gray, like that of magneto, but Infectious-as his fellow Marauders called him-held no relation to the Maximoff family. His eyes were translucent, a different striking shade everyday, and were wide in his pale face. Darien shook his nearly white hair our of his eyes, and a smile played across his pale lips as he heard the familiar statack of Gabriel coming down the hall. The brunette entered the room looking tired. He had just returned from his home in London to find out that he was needed back there again, this time for an official meeting with the Hellfire club. He slumped into the chair next to Darien, and buried his face in his hands.
"Gabriel."
Gabe glanced up at the sound of his name, annoyed at the white haired man's tone. What did he want?
"Darien," He mocked the distant voice that Darien liked to speak in, and leaned back against the hard stone chair, "Where's the boss man?"
Infectious simply raised his eyebrows.
"Do not address me in such an informal matter, Mr. Donovan. I have no business with you." The inflictions a normal person would have put in their words would have made that sound rude, angry, even cynical. However, Darien's voice was apathetic as ever.
"Just answer my question, Infectious."
"Don't call him that, it's such a wretched name," Both of the men looked up at the same time. Gabe rolled his eyes in annoyance, and Darien's sardonic grin widened. A woman was standing at the doorway. She wasn't very tall, but very slim, and had long, pale, indigo hair that hung to just below her rear. It was sickly straight, but framed her tiny face nicely, and set off wide and entrancing bluish eyes that turned entirely white when she was prophesizing. She had full dark lips which were then twisted into a dreamy smile. She was Sinister's oracle, his glass ball into the future.
"So's necromancer." Gabriel muttered, getting up to leave.
"Gabriel?"
"What."
"Someone at the door."
At that moment the old brass knocker of the deserted warehouse sounded out through the lower levels. Gabe glared at her, cursing under his breath. He hated it when she did that.
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Luc sighed and walked slowly down the hallway. Things were so different here. His mother, was the same, she had the same bright smile, and warm laugh, but still . . . . He just wished he was back home. Aimée was new, different, he had never had a sister before, never really interacted with girls, but she was so loving, so ready to help him, he couldn't help but care about her. Remy, was another story. Luc couldn't help but think that his response to his appearance was the only reaction he had received. He seemed scared, and Luc couldn't blame him. They were complete strangers . . . what did the same eyes mean? He continued down the hallway, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
"Ouch!" Luc saw a rush of black hair, and found himself face up on the floor. He looked around, there was a girl sitting across from him the same position, the same bewildered look on her face.
"Sorry, ah wasn' lookin' where ah was goin'" He mumbled, getting to his feet and extending a hand to help her up. She was beautiful, with big amber colored eyes and long dark hair that hung to her waist. Her skin was caramel colored, and Luc was sure he could get lost in her smile.
"No apology necessary. I just have this huge paper due, I was kind of wrapped up in that. Are you new here?" There was a firmness in her voice that he liked, she was direct and to the point.
"Yeah . . . ah'm."
"Wait, I recognize you. You're the kid who was causing all the commotion the other day. The mental kineticist." Well, he didn't really appreciate being called a kid, but at least it was good that someone knew his face.
"Uh . . . yeah."
"Wow, I'm O'Rya. O'Rya Munroe, if you stick around you'll meet my mother," She smiled and shook out her long dark hair, "She's a real hard ass." He laughed, his cheeks flushing an angry red, "Well, I'll see you around." Luc nodded, he had lost all ability to form coherent sentences. Instead of saying goodbye he sort of stumbled over his feet, and waved. O'Rya laughed and continued down the hall, and when she turned around to give another polite wave, Luc knew he had a crush.
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bruno aimee
Bruno gasped, clamping his eyes shut at the harsh lighting. He was in a hospital wing that was for sure, but why?
"Sorry" a soft voice whispered, noticing how he had flinched at the lights. His eyes fluttered open once more and settled on a pair of red on black ones, oh, that's why. These eyes didn't belong to the man who punched him, however, they belonged to the mutant he saved, "Mornin' sleepin' beauty." He laughed and rubbed his head, big brown eyes looking cuiriously up into hers. She was beautiful, while a long pale neck and bright features. Her eyes were large with thick dark lashes, her lips a full deep red.
"Did I really sleep all night?"
"No, just about an hour or so. Papa hit you pretty hard," She giggled, noting the purplish bruise under his eye, "Sorry about that."
"No problem." Papa? That wouldn't be good.
"I wanted to thank you, for uh . . . saving my life! Haha, That was really a noble thing to do."
"Really, its no problem. Saving mutants from the FOH, its just what I do." He smiled a lopsided smile and leaned back on the bed. Aimée frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.
"That supposed to impress me?"
"No! no, of course not."
"Well it does. How did you get tangled up with those bastards anyway?"
"It's a long story, I'll tell you another time," He raised his eyebrows comically, "That is, if there is another time."
"Are you asking me out!? In the hospital wing?"
"Maybe."
"Boy do you even know my name?"
"Aimée, I wouldn't forget something as nice as that," Aimée laughed and sat down on the edge of his bed, "So where am I?"
"The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
"I'm in a school?"
"Something like that," Bruno raised an eyebrow, "A mutant school."
"I think I heard of Xavier before."
"He's famous."
"Do you?"
"Live here? Yeah. My family does, they're X-"
"Xmen!? Like THE Xmen?" He looked like an 11yr old on Christmas, and was acting like she was some sort of celebrity.
"Yep."
"That's awesome!"
"Aimée." Aimée spun around, Jubilee was standing at the door, a silly expression on her face.
"Sorry, Bruno right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm sorry Bruno, but I oughta'h go, we'll talk some other time."
"So there will be another time?" She smiled and paused at the door, and then tossing her head back added.
"Definitely."
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Gabriel swung open the warehouse door.
"Yeah?"
There was a messanger there, he was dressed in UPS brown and had a manilla package under his arm.
"Donovan? Gabriel?"
"That's me, how did you get this address?"
The messenger looked annoyed, but handed him the package anyway, Gabe took it, confused.
"They ship, I deliver." He shut the door, briefly considering having a little snack off that rude delivery man, but then decided against it. He shuffled down the hall, tearing at the package and looking around its conetents. He pulled out a letter envelope, and a picture frame. Inside was a picture of an elderly woman with a wild expression. Gabriel frowned and looked at the photo, she looked familiar. He sighed and tucked it back in, pulling out the envelope instead.
Dearest Gabriel,
Hopefully Mr. Pintos found you alright, you pretty much disappeared after 1949, and I have been trying to track you down ever since. I couldn't very well tell people I was looking for the infamous Gabriel Donovan and keep a respectable name. How I've missed you. I got married, so you may not recognize the name on the envelope. Bob, the man I let slip this diamond on my finger, has been dead for twenty years. Don't be fooled by the name! I'm still your Dee. We're getting older now, and as you can tell those god for saken kids children of mine have shut me up in a loony bin. They like to call it a nursing home. Yep, its true, I had three kids, biggest mistakes of my life, but god love 'em. Darling, the point of me writing this letter, is simple, I wanted to see my sweet Gabriel before I died. I expect to see you Thursday the 10th, because god knows what will happen if you don't show up. Don't break my heart twice.
Your Dee Deirdre Cummings
Gabe frowned, Dee? Who the hell was Dee? Was he involved with this woman? It was entirely possible, Gabriel himself being around 200yrs old, but still, he figured he might remember. 1949 . . . Deirdre, Dee. He sighed and continued down the long hall, into the lower levels of the old warehouse. He was still looking at the letter when he stopped outside of Gabrielle's room. Gabe did a double take, she wasn't there . . . impossible. He could feel beads of sweat begin to form at his hairline. Where was she? Where was his sister!?
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~what could I be doing now!? -Foo
*********Reviewer comments*********
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well its finally happened . . . people have finally started to read my aimee stories, which means . . . I will finally do reviewer comments! Yay! Enjoy!
xxFleurdelysxx**
YES! Shortness! Now you know how I feel . . .well be assured that I won't do it again. I have to many wild ideas. Bruno, lol, good name, though not very popular I'm afraid. It was a tossup between Bowen, Bruno, and Tybalt. I like Bruno, heh heh heh, and for once . . . he's normal!!!!! So far . . . He even has charm, which is muy bien (agh! More Spanish!) Remy? Too late? BAH! Never! he was only a little late, but he would have never let her die! Yeah? Well if short chapters mean short reviewers well golly that means even shorter reviewer comments . . . confusing myself right here . . . 15 hours eh? Ahh well, it might be worth it for the new 16yrs!!
Rogue4787**
Humm . . . the hearing thing. Well I suppose Remy was able to, because ever since even before La Fille, they have had a special bond, a special psychic connection . . . maybe something to do with empathy! As for Luc? He and aimee have a special sibling connection through the mutantry, he can feel her pain and vice versa . . . blame that one on apathy, lol. Rogue' s powers? Well it doesn't make sense for her to have the same connection thing with her abilities, so she's the odd man out! Well this just confused me more, but maybe it helped you!
IgambleLife**
Remy was playing the protective papa role! Lol, but yeah he thought Bruno was an FOH or something . . . but all is well now! And im sure-being the standup guy that he is-he'll apologize . . . specially since aimee will be spending A LOT more time with bruno! Hahahaha
VA-river gal**
Grrrr, now I will expect a review fer every chapter! Its my version of abuse, online, lol. AND YES, he is VERY YUMMY.
Jukebox**
I'm glad you like my stories! I put A LOT into these, especially since they are all just my original ideas while TORN is a lot more generic. Oer, but did you read ReBorn? It makes La Fille easier . . .
GLAD YOU ALL LIKED BRUNO!! THE NORMAL ONE!!!!!!!! 6 more pages this time, than the last chapter....by the way! HAHAHA
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Le Garcon du Futur
Chapter 8.
A Normal One
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"What!? What is it!?" Penelope glared at Apollo, her caramel eyes ablaze. He hadn't spoken in 15 minutes, he just sat silent, his hands pressed firmly to his temples.
"Damn," Apollo finally muttered, "I've lost her."
"She's dead!?"
"I hope not. I just lost the signal," He abruptly got to his feet, his eyes wild as he scrambled around for what little belongings he had left. Penelope was pissed, but for the most part . . .confused.
"What are you doing? Who's Aimée?"
"My-well she's not really my anything," She raised an eyebrow, "I love her."
"Well that's something."
"It should be . . ." Apollo whispered, pausing for a moment to look down at the ground, letting his now shaggy hair fall into his handsome face, "I'm sorry, Penelope, I have to go. She needs me, I'm not sure what just happened, but I know I have to go back."
"Back where?"
"The only place I've ever been able to call home." He reached for his jacket, which was hanging in the closet, but Penelope blocked his way, her mouth was screwed up in a scowl.
"Tell me what's going on."
"I don't know what's going on!"
"Well at least tell me where you're going! I think you owe me that!" Apollo frowned, there was no time.
"The Xavier Institute, West Chester, New York." Penelope bit down hard on her lower lip, her eyes unreadable.
"I'm going with you."
"No."
She looked up at him, her expression playful yet firm.
"Yes." Penelope disappeared into the bedroom, leaving him-mouth agape-in the living room, but reappeared a few seconds later, a small leather bag tucked under her arm. She had an orange sash in her hair, and a worn black leather jacket around her shoulders. Penelope didn't give the house a second glance before walking out the front door.
"You coming?" Apollo nodded and walked down the steps.
"I-I-I don'"
"Shhh," She placed a manicured finger to his lips, silencing the boy, "You said her name was Aimée?"
"Yes."
"That's a beautiful name." She whispered, looking to the sky, a smile appearing across her lips.
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"Are y'sure ye'h alright?" Remy squeezed his daughter's hand, his eyes worried and weary. Aimée sighed and flopped back against the med lab pillow.
"For the thousandth time . . . I'm fine! It was just a little smoke inhalation-"
"An' thanks t'Bruno, nothin' else." Rogue laughed at her husband's stern expression.
"Ah woulda'h been dere, chere, ah swear. He jus' got t'ya'h firs' dats all."
"I know papa, I know. I just think it's a hell of a way to thank him by punching his lights out." The two girls giggled uncontrollably, and Remy tossed his hands up, leaving the room.
"He sure was handsome," Rogue glanced knowingly at her daughter, "An' he saved yoah life." Aimée sighed and cocked her head to the side, her crimson eyes filling up with tears, "Oh baby, ah'm sorry."
"No, mama, it isn't your fault. I'm just upset that's all."
"About Patrick?"
She shook her head no, tears were streaming out of her eyes.
"About everybody! Mama, why can't I just have one, that's all I'm asking for, just one normal relationship. I just need someone who isn't going to die, or goddammit! Someone who doesn't want me dead!"
"An' yah'll find him baby, ah promise . . . just raht now things are a little difficult. But that doesn't mean ya'h hafta give up. There's a boy in there, who saved yoah life, an' well, ah think he deserves a second glance." Aimee sighed and looked through the Plexiglas where Jean was tending to Bruno's head wound. Gabe had saved her too . . .
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"Hey" Luc's head shot up, he was always on edge, like he had had one to many cups of coffee. Remy smiled down at him, looking nervous for once.
"Hi."
"I, uh, ah wanted t'say thank you f'what ye'h did."
"Ah didn' do nothin' just a mutation, thas all. Even so, she's ma'h sister raht? The closest bonds are those between siblings." The taller man nodded, and he and Luc sighed at the same time. In sync resting their heads on the wall.
"Luc I'm sorry."
"f'what?"
"f'not bein' dere, fo' you when y'were younger." Luc frowned and looked at the ground, shuffling his feet uncomfortably.
"ah'm sorry to, fer not rememberin' yu'h."
"Truth is, homme, dat y'mon fils, my son, an' dats jus' gonna take me a little while t'get used to."
"Raht . . . me too." Both of the LeBeau's nodded their heads, brushing their hair out of their eyes at the same time. They were different, yes. Luc was gentle, quiet, humble and peaceful. Remy was wild, charming, and at sometimes reckless. However they were still father and son, so much alike on the inside, where it really mattered.
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Darien Waldorf stared at his shoes. They were black and the equivalent of Gucci for nearly a century ago. The boy had taste, which usually comes natural to any man of his caliber looks. He was beautiful, a work of art, much like our dear Gabriel . . . only there was nothing even the slightest bit rough about him. His hair was a light gray, like that of magneto, but Infectious-as his fellow Marauders called him-held no relation to the Maximoff family. His eyes were translucent, a different striking shade everyday, and were wide in his pale face. Darien shook his nearly white hair our of his eyes, and a smile played across his pale lips as he heard the familiar statack of Gabriel coming down the hall. The brunette entered the room looking tired. He had just returned from his home in London to find out that he was needed back there again, this time for an official meeting with the Hellfire club. He slumped into the chair next to Darien, and buried his face in his hands.
"Gabriel."
Gabe glanced up at the sound of his name, annoyed at the white haired man's tone. What did he want?
"Darien," He mocked the distant voice that Darien liked to speak in, and leaned back against the hard stone chair, "Where's the boss man?"
Infectious simply raised his eyebrows.
"Do not address me in such an informal matter, Mr. Donovan. I have no business with you." The inflictions a normal person would have put in their words would have made that sound rude, angry, even cynical. However, Darien's voice was apathetic as ever.
"Just answer my question, Infectious."
"Don't call him that, it's such a wretched name," Both of the men looked up at the same time. Gabe rolled his eyes in annoyance, and Darien's sardonic grin widened. A woman was standing at the doorway. She wasn't very tall, but very slim, and had long, pale, indigo hair that hung to just below her rear. It was sickly straight, but framed her tiny face nicely, and set off wide and entrancing bluish eyes that turned entirely white when she was prophesizing. She had full dark lips which were then twisted into a dreamy smile. She was Sinister's oracle, his glass ball into the future.
"So's necromancer." Gabriel muttered, getting up to leave.
"Gabriel?"
"What."
"Someone at the door."
At that moment the old brass knocker of the deserted warehouse sounded out through the lower levels. Gabe glared at her, cursing under his breath. He hated it when she did that.
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Luc sighed and walked slowly down the hallway. Things were so different here. His mother, was the same, she had the same bright smile, and warm laugh, but still . . . . He just wished he was back home. Aimée was new, different, he had never had a sister before, never really interacted with girls, but she was so loving, so ready to help him, he couldn't help but care about her. Remy, was another story. Luc couldn't help but think that his response to his appearance was the only reaction he had received. He seemed scared, and Luc couldn't blame him. They were complete strangers . . . what did the same eyes mean? He continued down the hallway, keeping his eyes glued to the floor.
"Ouch!" Luc saw a rush of black hair, and found himself face up on the floor. He looked around, there was a girl sitting across from him the same position, the same bewildered look on her face.
"Sorry, ah wasn' lookin' where ah was goin'" He mumbled, getting to his feet and extending a hand to help her up. She was beautiful, with big amber colored eyes and long dark hair that hung to her waist. Her skin was caramel colored, and Luc was sure he could get lost in her smile.
"No apology necessary. I just have this huge paper due, I was kind of wrapped up in that. Are you new here?" There was a firmness in her voice that he liked, she was direct and to the point.
"Yeah . . . ah'm."
"Wait, I recognize you. You're the kid who was causing all the commotion the other day. The mental kineticist." Well, he didn't really appreciate being called a kid, but at least it was good that someone knew his face.
"Uh . . . yeah."
"Wow, I'm O'Rya. O'Rya Munroe, if you stick around you'll meet my mother," She smiled and shook out her long dark hair, "She's a real hard ass." He laughed, his cheeks flushing an angry red, "Well, I'll see you around." Luc nodded, he had lost all ability to form coherent sentences. Instead of saying goodbye he sort of stumbled over his feet, and waved. O'Rya laughed and continued down the hall, and when she turned around to give another polite wave, Luc knew he had a crush.
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bruno aimee
Bruno gasped, clamping his eyes shut at the harsh lighting. He was in a hospital wing that was for sure, but why?
"Sorry" a soft voice whispered, noticing how he had flinched at the lights. His eyes fluttered open once more and settled on a pair of red on black ones, oh, that's why. These eyes didn't belong to the man who punched him, however, they belonged to the mutant he saved, "Mornin' sleepin' beauty." He laughed and rubbed his head, big brown eyes looking cuiriously up into hers. She was beautiful, while a long pale neck and bright features. Her eyes were large with thick dark lashes, her lips a full deep red.
"Did I really sleep all night?"
"No, just about an hour or so. Papa hit you pretty hard," She giggled, noting the purplish bruise under his eye, "Sorry about that."
"No problem." Papa? That wouldn't be good.
"I wanted to thank you, for uh . . . saving my life! Haha, That was really a noble thing to do."
"Really, its no problem. Saving mutants from the FOH, its just what I do." He smiled a lopsided smile and leaned back on the bed. Aimée frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.
"That supposed to impress me?"
"No! no, of course not."
"Well it does. How did you get tangled up with those bastards anyway?"
"It's a long story, I'll tell you another time," He raised his eyebrows comically, "That is, if there is another time."
"Are you asking me out!? In the hospital wing?"
"Maybe."
"Boy do you even know my name?"
"Aimée, I wouldn't forget something as nice as that," Aimée laughed and sat down on the edge of his bed, "So where am I?"
"The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters."
"I'm in a school?"
"Something like that," Bruno raised an eyebrow, "A mutant school."
"I think I heard of Xavier before."
"He's famous."
"Do you?"
"Live here? Yeah. My family does, they're X-"
"Xmen!? Like THE Xmen?" He looked like an 11yr old on Christmas, and was acting like she was some sort of celebrity.
"Yep."
"That's awesome!"
"Aimée." Aimée spun around, Jubilee was standing at the door, a silly expression on her face.
"Sorry, Bruno right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I'm sorry Bruno, but I oughta'h go, we'll talk some other time."
"So there will be another time?" She smiled and paused at the door, and then tossing her head back added.
"Definitely."
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Gabriel swung open the warehouse door.
"Yeah?"
There was a messanger there, he was dressed in UPS brown and had a manilla package under his arm.
"Donovan? Gabriel?"
"That's me, how did you get this address?"
The messenger looked annoyed, but handed him the package anyway, Gabe took it, confused.
"They ship, I deliver." He shut the door, briefly considering having a little snack off that rude delivery man, but then decided against it. He shuffled down the hall, tearing at the package and looking around its conetents. He pulled out a letter envelope, and a picture frame. Inside was a picture of an elderly woman with a wild expression. Gabriel frowned and looked at the photo, she looked familiar. He sighed and tucked it back in, pulling out the envelope instead.
Dearest Gabriel,
Hopefully Mr. Pintos found you alright, you pretty much disappeared after 1949, and I have been trying to track you down ever since. I couldn't very well tell people I was looking for the infamous Gabriel Donovan and keep a respectable name. How I've missed you. I got married, so you may not recognize the name on the envelope. Bob, the man I let slip this diamond on my finger, has been dead for twenty years. Don't be fooled by the name! I'm still your Dee. We're getting older now, and as you can tell those god for saken kids children of mine have shut me up in a loony bin. They like to call it a nursing home. Yep, its true, I had three kids, biggest mistakes of my life, but god love 'em. Darling, the point of me writing this letter, is simple, I wanted to see my sweet Gabriel before I died. I expect to see you Thursday the 10th, because god knows what will happen if you don't show up. Don't break my heart twice.
Your Dee Deirdre Cummings
Gabe frowned, Dee? Who the hell was Dee? Was he involved with this woman? It was entirely possible, Gabriel himself being around 200yrs old, but still, he figured he might remember. 1949 . . . Deirdre, Dee. He sighed and continued down the long hall, into the lower levels of the old warehouse. He was still looking at the letter when he stopped outside of Gabrielle's room. Gabe did a double take, she wasn't there . . . impossible. He could feel beads of sweat begin to form at his hairline. Where was she? Where was his sister!?
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~what could I be doing now!? -Foo
*********Reviewer comments*********
**********************************
well its finally happened . . . people have finally started to read my aimee stories, which means . . . I will finally do reviewer comments! Yay! Enjoy!
xxFleurdelysxx**
YES! Shortness! Now you know how I feel . . .well be assured that I won't do it again. I have to many wild ideas. Bruno, lol, good name, though not very popular I'm afraid. It was a tossup between Bowen, Bruno, and Tybalt. I like Bruno, heh heh heh, and for once . . . he's normal!!!!! So far . . . He even has charm, which is muy bien (agh! More Spanish!) Remy? Too late? BAH! Never! he was only a little late, but he would have never let her die! Yeah? Well if short chapters mean short reviewers well golly that means even shorter reviewer comments . . . confusing myself right here . . . 15 hours eh? Ahh well, it might be worth it for the new 16yrs!!
Rogue4787**
Humm . . . the hearing thing. Well I suppose Remy was able to, because ever since even before La Fille, they have had a special bond, a special psychic connection . . . maybe something to do with empathy! As for Luc? He and aimee have a special sibling connection through the mutantry, he can feel her pain and vice versa . . . blame that one on apathy, lol. Rogue' s powers? Well it doesn't make sense for her to have the same connection thing with her abilities, so she's the odd man out! Well this just confused me more, but maybe it helped you!
IgambleLife**
Remy was playing the protective papa role! Lol, but yeah he thought Bruno was an FOH or something . . . but all is well now! And im sure-being the standup guy that he is-he'll apologize . . . specially since aimee will be spending A LOT more time with bruno! Hahahaha
VA-river gal**
Grrrr, now I will expect a review fer every chapter! Its my version of abuse, online, lol. AND YES, he is VERY YUMMY.
Jukebox**
I'm glad you like my stories! I put A LOT into these, especially since they are all just my original ideas while TORN is a lot more generic. Oer, but did you read ReBorn? It makes La Fille easier . . .
GLAD YOU ALL LIKED BRUNO!! THE NORMAL ONE!!!!!!!! 6 more pages this time, than the last chapter....by the way! HAHAHA