A/N: So...finally chapter 3. sorry for the delay, I had some band
competitions and stuff going on and had no choice. So, its like 1:30 AM
when I start typing this...so please forgive any grammar mistakes ^^;;; onto
the fan fic!
Disclaimer: nope...still don't own X-men...yep...still wish I did
Chapter 3
A large blue, hairy man walks into the room that the unconscious Rodney sleeps, Remy by his side holding the boy's hand. "Remy," Hank interrupts the man's thoughts. Remy looks up, concern written all over his face awaiting the news from the doctor. "I have good news and bad news. Good news is he has no brain damage, bad news is we don't know when he will wake up," Hank says watching the upset on Remy's face show.
"So, now de hard part is t' wait fo' de awakening," Remy says, looking back to the youthful face on the bed. He puts his face in his hands and says, "'E finally opened up, even 'ad a concert fo' de school. Dis shouldn' a 'appened. If I 'adn't o' gone in 'is room..."
"You can't blame yourself Remy. It was bound to happen sometime. If anything, you helped him tremendously. It is obvious you both care for each other, and I'm sure the he would not want you staying up and practically killing yourself. Your not eating, you're not sleeping. It's been 3 days Remy; you need to take care of yourself," says Hank placing a hand on Remy's shoulder. However, the younger man simply shrugs the hand off his shoulder and says, "I want to be here when he wakes up. I won't leave his side, not like other people have." (A/N: SKREW THE F'N ACCENT!!!). Hank walks out of the room, gently shaking his head and mumbling to himself.
A few people had stopped by to see how Rodney was doing, but after a week no one showed up. Remy was getting worn, and it was showing. He still wasn't eating, and he hardly slept. Hank was getting worried he'd have to stick him on a IV soon to get any nutrients into him.
Rodney gently opens his eyes to find Remy sleeping with his head on the edge of the bed, lightly snoring, and grasping the boy's hand. He looks around and finds no one is in the room. Rodney looks back to Remy and can see he hasn't been eating, his generally tight shirt looking slightly baggy. Rodney gently squeezes Remy's hand and the Cajun stirs in his sleep. Remy slowly opens his eyes and instantly stands up, toppling over the chair, and hugs Rodney. Remy starts crying while mumbling about nonsense saying, "Oh, chere, I was so worried about you! It was all my fault; please forgive me, I..." "Shh, shh, quiet down Remy. I'm ok, and it wasn't your fault. I'm more worried about you. You look like you haven't eaten for days!" Rodney interrupts.
Hank walks into the infirmary and almost drops the tray of food he was carrying. "I see sleeping beauty has woken up from his week long nap," mocks Hank chuckling to himself. He sets the tray of food down and starts walking to the door. "I'll be back in a second with another tray," he says as he walks out.
Rodney pushes the tray towards Remy and says, "Eat, you need some food in you." Remy gladly grabs the fork and devours the entire tray before Hank comes back. "My, my, someone was hungry," says Hank setting the second tray in front of Rodney. "I'm not really hungry. How long was I asleep?" asks Rodney, pushing the tray a little away from him. "Well, it was almost a week and a half ago I think. We had no idea what to do, you had just pretty much passed out," says Hank taking a seat on the other side of the bed. "Wow! Seems like it was barely a nap to me. What happened? I really don't remember much," says Rodney propping himself up on his elbows.
Remy almost falls out of his chair, but quickly recovers. "Well, cher, it was after the concert. I had walked you back to your room, and I was halfway back to mine when I forgot to ask you a question. I casually was walking back, thinking you'd probably take a shower after the concert and I didn't want to intrude. When I got to your room, I called your name and walked in, the door unlocked. I saw you levitating in the air with stones flying around you. Then all of the sudden your room went completely black and your furniture started hovering and flying around your room. I quickly contacted the Professor who brought Jean and Scott. Jean and the Professor tried to get into your mind to calm you down, but they said there was some kind of a barrier stopping them. I quickly ran into your room, dodged all of the furniture, and got to you. Then I pulled you down and hugged you, and I told you "I love you". You blinked, your eyes going back to normal instead of pitch black, and you said, "I love you, too" then passed out," says Remy his head in his hands as he tried to concentrate.
The Cajun started bawling again and saying it was his fault. "Rodney, I thought you were dead. What was going on in there? Why did that all happen?" Remy got out finally after he calmed himself back to only a few sniffles. Rodney sighs and lies back down on his pillows, now propped up so he was still kind of sitting up. "Well, there goes keeping my powers a secret," he says rubbing his eyes with his fists trying to still get rid of the blurriness of sleep.
"Well, it's kind of hard to keep anything a secret when you are in a dorm with 2 strong telepaths and countless empaths," says Hank laughing a little and shifting his weight. Rodney looks at the giant blue hairy man and smiles at him, realizing the stupidity he had. "I guess you're right. Still, I didn't want people to know what my power was. All of you knew I had a power, or else I wouldn't be here. I guess you could say that my power is the controlling of shadows. I basically pull them from around me and use them to pick things up, or as a shield, or even a weapon," says Rodney looking back to a slightly surprised Remy. "But, why couldn't the Professor and Jean combined get into your mind? They said it was like there was a wall in front of them that they couldn't get past," says Remy regaining his composure.
Hank sees the confusion on Rodney's face and finally sees a connection to one of the tests he had run. "Rodney, when you control the shadows, do you have to do anything special? Like do you go into a trance or can you do it at any time?" Hank asks. Rodney shifts in his bed before replying. "I can control shadows with out going into a trance, but it's more powerful when I am. When Remy walked into my room, I was meditating and I guess you could say training," says Rodney. "This is what I expected. When you were in the trance, your mind was shut off from anything else, except two things it would seem. One of these was your "practices," the other I believe may have been Remy. Only his voice and touch brought you out of your trance. When I did an MRI to check to see if your brain had been damaged in any way, there was something odd about your brain patterns. Your brain functioned as though it were awake while you were asleep, and even seemed to be working faster than even the Professor's when he is awake. Would you mind if I did a second MRI?" asks Hank, standing up and stretching a little.
Remy seemed shocked, and instantly blurted out, "The first second he is awake you want to run more tests on him! What kind of doctor are you!" Remy took in a large breath about to yell more when Rodney places his hand on the older man's arm. "Remy, I'm fine. I just had a long, long sleep. I promise, after this, I want to just sit and talk with you. No reason to get worked up over nothing," says Rodney with a gentle smile on his face, calming the Cajun. He looks to Hank and says, "Let's get this over with," says Rodney getting slowly out of bed.
Both of the other men were surprised that Rodney could even walk after being lying down for more than a week. Rodney starts walking to the door and says, "What are you two staring at?" he then notices that all he is wearing is a pair of underwear and quickly grabs his clothes that were on the dresser and puts on his pants hastily. Hank and Remy burst out laughing and walk with Rodney to take the test.
After the medical tests were taken and Hank finally said that Rodney could leave, Remy and Rodney go for a walk around the Mansion. Everyone was in classes teaching or learning, leaving the grounds almost barren. "Why don't you teach anything Remy? I mean, all the other adults do," asks Rodney as they were walking. He realizes what he said and then hurriedly says, "Not that I don't mind you spending time with me, I'm just curious."
Remy looks over to the younger man and smiles seeing his distress. "I do teach classes Mon Ami, but I got a sub for the week so I could stay with you. Generally I teach French, but Rogue took over for me since she generally just sits around anyways. Only reason she is teaching it is 'cause the professor forced her to," says Remy chuckling lightly at the thought of Rogue trying to keep his class quiet. A thought finally occurred to Remy about Rodney's education; he had never finished high school. "Rodney, were you planning on getting your high school degree?" Remy asks looking over to the teen.
Rodney sees some benches and sits down, trying to avoid Remy's question. "I knew this was gonna come up sooner or later," Rodney says with a sigh. "The truth is Remy is that I wasn't planning on living another day the same day you found me. You see, you really saved my life that day. I was on my way to a pawn shop to sell my saxophone. I then was going to buy a gun and a single bullet. I don't think I need to tell you who the bullet was meant for," Rodney downcasts his eyes to avoid Remy's gaze.
Remy sits down next to Rodney; Rodney pulls his knees to his chest laying his forehead on his knees. Remy wraps an arm around the now tight ball next to him. "I'm glad you didn't chere, because then I wouldn't be sitting here with the love of my life," Remy says, gently tilting Rodney's cheek up and planting a deep kiss on the teen's lips. Rodney unfolds himself and leans into Remy's arms and embrace. Remy wraps his other arm around the boy and pulls him closer to him. Rodney leans farther into Remy, causing them to fall off the seat and onto the ground with a soft thud Remy landing on Rodney.
They break the kiss and start laughing uncontrollably. Remy tries to get off of Rodney, but the teen holds on with an iron grip. "Please, not yet. I need this; I need you. I'll do anything, but please, don't stop," Rodney says. Remy skillfully rolls to where the younger man is on top of him. Rodney gently lays his head on Remy's chest, softly beginning to sob.
Remy softly strokes Rodney's hair, cooing softly, "It's ok, it's ok. Let it out, we have all the time in the world. You're safe now, no one gonna hurt you here." Remy gently kisses the boy's forehead hearing him begin to calm down. Rodney lifts his head off of Remy's now wet chest and kisses him gently. "Thanks darling," says Rodney grinding his hips into the man's before getting off of him. Remy props himself up on his elbows and raises an eyebrow at the teen.
Rodney blushes under the gaze thinking of how to change the subject. "I think I want to cut my hair," says Rodney messing with his shoulder blade length hair. "I want it shorter, but not really short." Rodney pulls his hair out of its ponytail and shows Remy how short he wants it, posing with it right beneath his cheek bones.
Remy laughs a little before saying, "We'll have Jean give you a trim when we get back. I think we need to get you signed up for high school classes, if that's what you want." Remy gets up and offers a hand to Rodney, who pulls his hair back into its ponytail and grasps the older man's hand getting yanked to his feet.
"Well, I'm not sure what I need to take, but I know I want to take French," says Rodney flashing a grin at Remy. Remy grabs the boy's waist and pulls their hips to meet. They start to walk back, Rodney leaning his head against Remy's shoulder.
A/N: wOOt-ness. Took me 2 weekends to get his darn thing done. Sorry I left you with another cliffy, but come on. How would you feel if u just got taken off the streets and find the love of your life, you'd probably take things slowly too. Anyways, 4th chapter im hoping to get up by next weekend *is going for weekly updates*. So, I hope that people read this and enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it ^^. Oh yeah...and BTW...REVIEW DARN IT!!! . well...I hope you will review. Even if you tell me I suck, I wanna hear it so I change my methods of writing. Well...its like 1:41 a week after I started writing Chapter 3...so im goin to sleep.
Disclaimer: nope...still don't own X-men...yep...still wish I did
Chapter 3
A large blue, hairy man walks into the room that the unconscious Rodney sleeps, Remy by his side holding the boy's hand. "Remy," Hank interrupts the man's thoughts. Remy looks up, concern written all over his face awaiting the news from the doctor. "I have good news and bad news. Good news is he has no brain damage, bad news is we don't know when he will wake up," Hank says watching the upset on Remy's face show.
"So, now de hard part is t' wait fo' de awakening," Remy says, looking back to the youthful face on the bed. He puts his face in his hands and says, "'E finally opened up, even 'ad a concert fo' de school. Dis shouldn' a 'appened. If I 'adn't o' gone in 'is room..."
"You can't blame yourself Remy. It was bound to happen sometime. If anything, you helped him tremendously. It is obvious you both care for each other, and I'm sure the he would not want you staying up and practically killing yourself. Your not eating, you're not sleeping. It's been 3 days Remy; you need to take care of yourself," says Hank placing a hand on Remy's shoulder. However, the younger man simply shrugs the hand off his shoulder and says, "I want to be here when he wakes up. I won't leave his side, not like other people have." (A/N: SKREW THE F'N ACCENT!!!). Hank walks out of the room, gently shaking his head and mumbling to himself.
A few people had stopped by to see how Rodney was doing, but after a week no one showed up. Remy was getting worn, and it was showing. He still wasn't eating, and he hardly slept. Hank was getting worried he'd have to stick him on a IV soon to get any nutrients into him.
Rodney gently opens his eyes to find Remy sleeping with his head on the edge of the bed, lightly snoring, and grasping the boy's hand. He looks around and finds no one is in the room. Rodney looks back to Remy and can see he hasn't been eating, his generally tight shirt looking slightly baggy. Rodney gently squeezes Remy's hand and the Cajun stirs in his sleep. Remy slowly opens his eyes and instantly stands up, toppling over the chair, and hugs Rodney. Remy starts crying while mumbling about nonsense saying, "Oh, chere, I was so worried about you! It was all my fault; please forgive me, I..." "Shh, shh, quiet down Remy. I'm ok, and it wasn't your fault. I'm more worried about you. You look like you haven't eaten for days!" Rodney interrupts.
Hank walks into the infirmary and almost drops the tray of food he was carrying. "I see sleeping beauty has woken up from his week long nap," mocks Hank chuckling to himself. He sets the tray of food down and starts walking to the door. "I'll be back in a second with another tray," he says as he walks out.
Rodney pushes the tray towards Remy and says, "Eat, you need some food in you." Remy gladly grabs the fork and devours the entire tray before Hank comes back. "My, my, someone was hungry," says Hank setting the second tray in front of Rodney. "I'm not really hungry. How long was I asleep?" asks Rodney, pushing the tray a little away from him. "Well, it was almost a week and a half ago I think. We had no idea what to do, you had just pretty much passed out," says Hank taking a seat on the other side of the bed. "Wow! Seems like it was barely a nap to me. What happened? I really don't remember much," says Rodney propping himself up on his elbows.
Remy almost falls out of his chair, but quickly recovers. "Well, cher, it was after the concert. I had walked you back to your room, and I was halfway back to mine when I forgot to ask you a question. I casually was walking back, thinking you'd probably take a shower after the concert and I didn't want to intrude. When I got to your room, I called your name and walked in, the door unlocked. I saw you levitating in the air with stones flying around you. Then all of the sudden your room went completely black and your furniture started hovering and flying around your room. I quickly contacted the Professor who brought Jean and Scott. Jean and the Professor tried to get into your mind to calm you down, but they said there was some kind of a barrier stopping them. I quickly ran into your room, dodged all of the furniture, and got to you. Then I pulled you down and hugged you, and I told you "I love you". You blinked, your eyes going back to normal instead of pitch black, and you said, "I love you, too" then passed out," says Remy his head in his hands as he tried to concentrate.
The Cajun started bawling again and saying it was his fault. "Rodney, I thought you were dead. What was going on in there? Why did that all happen?" Remy got out finally after he calmed himself back to only a few sniffles. Rodney sighs and lies back down on his pillows, now propped up so he was still kind of sitting up. "Well, there goes keeping my powers a secret," he says rubbing his eyes with his fists trying to still get rid of the blurriness of sleep.
"Well, it's kind of hard to keep anything a secret when you are in a dorm with 2 strong telepaths and countless empaths," says Hank laughing a little and shifting his weight. Rodney looks at the giant blue hairy man and smiles at him, realizing the stupidity he had. "I guess you're right. Still, I didn't want people to know what my power was. All of you knew I had a power, or else I wouldn't be here. I guess you could say that my power is the controlling of shadows. I basically pull them from around me and use them to pick things up, or as a shield, or even a weapon," says Rodney looking back to a slightly surprised Remy. "But, why couldn't the Professor and Jean combined get into your mind? They said it was like there was a wall in front of them that they couldn't get past," says Remy regaining his composure.
Hank sees the confusion on Rodney's face and finally sees a connection to one of the tests he had run. "Rodney, when you control the shadows, do you have to do anything special? Like do you go into a trance or can you do it at any time?" Hank asks. Rodney shifts in his bed before replying. "I can control shadows with out going into a trance, but it's more powerful when I am. When Remy walked into my room, I was meditating and I guess you could say training," says Rodney. "This is what I expected. When you were in the trance, your mind was shut off from anything else, except two things it would seem. One of these was your "practices," the other I believe may have been Remy. Only his voice and touch brought you out of your trance. When I did an MRI to check to see if your brain had been damaged in any way, there was something odd about your brain patterns. Your brain functioned as though it were awake while you were asleep, and even seemed to be working faster than even the Professor's when he is awake. Would you mind if I did a second MRI?" asks Hank, standing up and stretching a little.
Remy seemed shocked, and instantly blurted out, "The first second he is awake you want to run more tests on him! What kind of doctor are you!" Remy took in a large breath about to yell more when Rodney places his hand on the older man's arm. "Remy, I'm fine. I just had a long, long sleep. I promise, after this, I want to just sit and talk with you. No reason to get worked up over nothing," says Rodney with a gentle smile on his face, calming the Cajun. He looks to Hank and says, "Let's get this over with," says Rodney getting slowly out of bed.
Both of the other men were surprised that Rodney could even walk after being lying down for more than a week. Rodney starts walking to the door and says, "What are you two staring at?" he then notices that all he is wearing is a pair of underwear and quickly grabs his clothes that were on the dresser and puts on his pants hastily. Hank and Remy burst out laughing and walk with Rodney to take the test.
After the medical tests were taken and Hank finally said that Rodney could leave, Remy and Rodney go for a walk around the Mansion. Everyone was in classes teaching or learning, leaving the grounds almost barren. "Why don't you teach anything Remy? I mean, all the other adults do," asks Rodney as they were walking. He realizes what he said and then hurriedly says, "Not that I don't mind you spending time with me, I'm just curious."
Remy looks over to the younger man and smiles seeing his distress. "I do teach classes Mon Ami, but I got a sub for the week so I could stay with you. Generally I teach French, but Rogue took over for me since she generally just sits around anyways. Only reason she is teaching it is 'cause the professor forced her to," says Remy chuckling lightly at the thought of Rogue trying to keep his class quiet. A thought finally occurred to Remy about Rodney's education; he had never finished high school. "Rodney, were you planning on getting your high school degree?" Remy asks looking over to the teen.
Rodney sees some benches and sits down, trying to avoid Remy's question. "I knew this was gonna come up sooner or later," Rodney says with a sigh. "The truth is Remy is that I wasn't planning on living another day the same day you found me. You see, you really saved my life that day. I was on my way to a pawn shop to sell my saxophone. I then was going to buy a gun and a single bullet. I don't think I need to tell you who the bullet was meant for," Rodney downcasts his eyes to avoid Remy's gaze.
Remy sits down next to Rodney; Rodney pulls his knees to his chest laying his forehead on his knees. Remy wraps an arm around the now tight ball next to him. "I'm glad you didn't chere, because then I wouldn't be sitting here with the love of my life," Remy says, gently tilting Rodney's cheek up and planting a deep kiss on the teen's lips. Rodney unfolds himself and leans into Remy's arms and embrace. Remy wraps his other arm around the boy and pulls him closer to him. Rodney leans farther into Remy, causing them to fall off the seat and onto the ground with a soft thud Remy landing on Rodney.
They break the kiss and start laughing uncontrollably. Remy tries to get off of Rodney, but the teen holds on with an iron grip. "Please, not yet. I need this; I need you. I'll do anything, but please, don't stop," Rodney says. Remy skillfully rolls to where the younger man is on top of him. Rodney gently lays his head on Remy's chest, softly beginning to sob.
Remy softly strokes Rodney's hair, cooing softly, "It's ok, it's ok. Let it out, we have all the time in the world. You're safe now, no one gonna hurt you here." Remy gently kisses the boy's forehead hearing him begin to calm down. Rodney lifts his head off of Remy's now wet chest and kisses him gently. "Thanks darling," says Rodney grinding his hips into the man's before getting off of him. Remy props himself up on his elbows and raises an eyebrow at the teen.
Rodney blushes under the gaze thinking of how to change the subject. "I think I want to cut my hair," says Rodney messing with his shoulder blade length hair. "I want it shorter, but not really short." Rodney pulls his hair out of its ponytail and shows Remy how short he wants it, posing with it right beneath his cheek bones.
Remy laughs a little before saying, "We'll have Jean give you a trim when we get back. I think we need to get you signed up for high school classes, if that's what you want." Remy gets up and offers a hand to Rodney, who pulls his hair back into its ponytail and grasps the older man's hand getting yanked to his feet.
"Well, I'm not sure what I need to take, but I know I want to take French," says Rodney flashing a grin at Remy. Remy grabs the boy's waist and pulls their hips to meet. They start to walk back, Rodney leaning his head against Remy's shoulder.
A/N: wOOt-ness. Took me 2 weekends to get his darn thing done. Sorry I left you with another cliffy, but come on. How would you feel if u just got taken off the streets and find the love of your life, you'd probably take things slowly too. Anyways, 4th chapter im hoping to get up by next weekend *is going for weekly updates*. So, I hope that people read this and enjoy it because I enjoyed writing it ^^. Oh yeah...and BTW...REVIEW DARN IT!!! . well...I hope you will review. Even if you tell me I suck, I wanna hear it so I change my methods of writing. Well...its like 1:41 a week after I started writing Chapter 3...so im goin to sleep.