~well its here, FINALLY! The fourth chapter of Torn has arrived, YAY!! This
was a hard one to right, I couldn't decide where to start it . . so I
decided to play the emotional card, and hit you where it hurts with a nice
Drake family scene . . .enjoy this chapter! I put a lot into it!
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Torn
Chapter 4.
Rat tat tat
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"Maaaryy! Yer' food's gettin' cold!"
"Hold on!" Mary sighed, and cupping her hand over the receiver, yelled back to her husband, "Ah'll be raht there! Sorry Luke, what were ya'h sayin'?" She was on the phone with her partner, Lucas Bishop. It had been several hours since the incident at the prison, the storm had finally calmed and Mary was able to get back to her family. After Remy ran off, Officer Logan and Bishop had come bounding down the steps, looking petrified. Mary pretended to have blacked out, but found herself smiling at the look on her partner's face. He was still reaming her about it.
"Mary he's a dangerous criminal! An' if you know anything-"
"F' the last time Luke, ah don't remember anythin' now please. Yoah keepin' me from breakfast, well, brunch."
"Well with yer husband's cookin' is that nesscessarily a bad thing?"
"Ha. Ha." She sarcastically replied, "Bye."
"Mary."
"What?"
"Just be careful, alright? And not just of Officer Logan."
"He still suspects me'h?"
"Goodnight Mary, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, bye."
She slowly hung up the phone. Logan could be a problem.
"Maaaaaarryyyy!" Bobby's voice snapped her back to reality, and Mary quickly hopped back into the kitchen.
"Sorry!" She yelled, sitting down in front of her spaghetti, something still nagging her in the back of her mind.
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"Killin' me softly! With his words, strummin' his fingers . . .on my heart, killin' me softly!!" Ororro Munroe sang out loud, her bright blue eyes closed as she lost herself in the melody.
"BEEP BEEP!" the car behind her honked loudly, and she found herself thrown back into reality.
"FUCK!" she yelled back, keeping one hand on the wheel and using the other to make obscenities at the other driver, her elbow press firmly on the horn. Ororro sighed and made a left, frowning at the looming prison before her. It towered over her tiny Volkswagen, its shadow blanketing her car in darkness, and the woman couldn't help but feel a little shiver run down her spine. She pulled into the nearest spot, and hopped out of the car, her heels statacking loudly on the cement steps. She was met by a rush of cold air when she entered the prison, the neon lights shining bright on her face.
"Can I help you?" A burly woman asked, her eyebrows raised at Ororro's somewhat glamorous appearance. Ororro smiled, exposing her bright white teeth, which contrasted nicely with her skin tone. She tucked her hair behind her ear, causing her bracelets to jangle violently, and exposing the large diamond she sported on her wedding finger.
"LeBeau? Remy?"
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Mary took a puff on her cigarette, and leaned her head back against the forest green SUV's, the smoke curling out of her mouth. She could see a few other "soccer moms" glaring at her, and normally that would bother her, but today . . . today she just needed a cigarette. The afternoon shone loudly, and Mary squinted her eyes to escape it. She was picking up Mary from her school "Mountain Laurel Elementary." It was a redbrick building, the American flag flying proudly next to a little nativity scene. Mary had to keep from laughing out loud every time she saw, the town was full of god- fearing Christians. She heard a bunch of giggles, and quickly stamped out her cigarette, spinning around and putting on her happy mommy face.
"Mommy!" Nathalie ran towards her, her tiny face shining with pride as she shoved a picture into Mary's hands.
"What's this?"
"A picture, I made it for you." Mary smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Go find Nate and Rachel."
"Okay!"
Her sandy bob skipped away, and Mary sank back into the car. She was dropping off Nathalie, and Nathan and Rachel Summers at Scott and Jeans. She and Bobby were overdue for some R&R. Nathalie scurried back minutes later, a small redheaded girl behind her, and an older brunette boy in the rear. Both of the Summers kids smiled at Mary before hopping in the back. Rachel, a tiny redhead with a lot of personality was seven, and the oldest of Scott and Jean's children. Jake, 3, and Seth 1, were still at home with Jean. Nate was 13. He was Jean's son, but from one of Jean's affairs in her youth. She was wild, and delighted in rich men with long . . . limousines. Nate was a sweetheart, but Mary couldn't help but think that there was something a bit off with him, something, darker. "Hey guys, ready how was school?"
"Fun!" The two girls said in unison, while Nate simply shrugged his shoulders.
"It was alright."
Mary smiled at him and reached for the radio knob.
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"What do you mean he's GONE?" Ororro was standing in the middle of the main entrance, she looked straight out of a movie. Her vibrant, and somewhat unusual hair was on end, her blue eyes smoldering, "Aren't you supposed to protect your prisoners?" She snarled at the receptionist, who sat wide eyed and tongue tied in the corner.
"Well actually," Ororro spun around, her eyes shifted about a foot lower, and she set her glare on another hapless prison worker, "It's not the prisoner's we're protectin'," He curled his lip, and raised a bushy eyebrow, his blue eyes boring into hers, "It's the people that those psychos are liable to harm."
"Remy is not a psycho, you all should know. You put him through so many damn psychology tests, Officer Logan. How nice to see you." She frowned, but raised her eyebrows in amusement.
"Miss Munroe." He growled, but placing a cocky grin on his face he took a step closer.
"Uh uh uh James, Mrs."
"Then it'd be LeBeau eh? Or else, hey Shirley, is it legal to marry a convicted fugitive?"
"I-I-" The receptionist stuttered, rapidly searching through her files. Logan frowned and waved her off, turning back to smile at the exotic beauty before him.
"Logan I just wanna'h know what happened to Remy."
"He escaped, that's what. The bastard busted right through the bars."
Ororro smiled.
"You sound surprised. Wasn't it inevitable? One of the reasons you opted to have him place in a lab!?"
His eyes shifted colors dangerously, "I don't wanna talk about that girlie. All you need to kno' is that yer little boyfriend escaped. We'll be moniterin' yer calls, keep in touch." Logan turned before she could respond, and Ororro was left there . . . no questions answered.
"Logan please. I have to find him."
"We will Ro' but I can't promise ye'h he'll still be in one piece."
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Mary pulled up in front of the large manila home, smiling at a still pj- clad Jean who had come out to greet them.
"Hi!" She yelled, waving enthusiastically in her green leggings, and oversized college sweatshirt. Her vibrant red hair was pulled up into a ponytail. It was the first time since college that Jean had looked so . . . messy. Mary opened the doors, and Rachel flew up the driveway to meet her mom, Nathalie behind her. Nate lingered.
"Comeon, sugah, help an old lady out." Taking his arm, they continued up the small hill.
"Hi Nathalie! Mary, Nate how was school?"
"Fine." He mumbled, as they entered the house. Jean shrugged and mumbled "teenagers." Under her breath.
"Mommy can we go play barbies?" Rachel whined, Nathalie putting on a pleading face next to her.
"What about homework?"
"Mom, pleeease!"
"Alright alirght, you too have fun. I gotta talk to Aunt Mary anyway." The girls giggled up the steps, and Mary raised an eyebrow at Jean.
"Ya'h do?"
"Here, come into the kitchen." Jean padded into the country style kitchen, and reached around into her fridge, until she came out with a bottle of porter.
"Uh oh, Jean tha' last time ya'h brought out wine at this hour was when ya'h found out Warren Worthington was gay." Jean giggled and poured two glasses.
"Well I need it today."
"What's wrong?"
"Mary," She started, plopping down on a chair, "you and Bobby are happy, right?"
"Is there somethin' wrong with Scott?"
"No! No, of course not. Scott's great . . . I just, oh Mary, I just don't feel it anymore."
"Feel what?"
"It! You know . . .it. The thing that made me fall in love with him in the first place."
"Ohh, it."
"And I don't know what to do! Is it a faze, will it pass? Am I really getting sick of my husband? Are we going to have to divorce? Oh I just couldn't"
"WHOA! Down girl! No body's gettin' a divorce here. Its proally just a faze."
"You think?"
"Jean ah kno'"
"So you and Bobby . . ."
"Well, no, but ah do kno' one thing . . . sugah, you an' Scott, yoah meant for anothu'h. Ya'h can just tell. Ah'm a firm believer in love an' soulmates. Ah kno' that out there there is one perfect person f'each of us, just waitin' to be found. An' we're tha' lucky ones, we found ours."
"You really think so Mar?"
"Ah know so."
Jean smiled and embraced her friend, burying herself in the warm lavendar field.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
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"You said that?"
"Damn straight ah did."
"So you really believe that there is one person for everyone."
"Ah do."
"An' I'm him?"
Mary smiled and wrapped her arm's around Bobby's neck, "Ya'h sound surprised."
"Honored, baby." He laughed, wrapping his arms around her firm waist.
"Good." Mary closed her eyes and kissed him, delighting in the icy cool, mint taste, mixed with the smell of a winter breeze, "Mmm."
"Colgate fresh."
She silenced him with another kiss, this time longer.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?" He asked, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Ya'h know ah love you, raht?" it came out as a whisper.
"Yeah."
"Good." Mary replied, crushing her lips into his, and pulling him down onto their bed.
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"again."
"nooo."
"again."
"no! I can't do it anymore!!!" The room began to shake, and the doctor struggled to keep his footing. He shot a warning look across the room, but then turned back to his "subject".
"Don't take that tone with me, Ms. Blair. I thought I instructed you on proper lab behavior, do you need another lesson?"
"No! PLEASE!!! AIYEE!!" The scientist laughed a sinister laugh, pressing down harder on a tiny remote control. The blonde woman writhed in pain, her hands gripping madly at her headset.
"Worthless slime," He spat, "I'll deal with you later."
Terror crossed her once blue eyes, and the skittish creature found herself being forced back into her cage.
"Now, for a more worthy subject. Mr. Dukes, would you be so kind?" The scientist, smiled his sickening smile, baring his extremely white teeth. He motioned towards a machine in the corner, "Mr. Dukes?" The large man didn't move, but rather stayed laying on his side in the cell, clutching his enormous stomach, "Mr. Dukes I believe this is insolence. You know I don't like insolence."
The scientist was getting fet up, he glared once more at Mr. Dukes, before turning abruptly to his assistant, "Fine. Darling?"
The woman pressed down hard on another button, her lips curling up into a sadistic smile. The large man still didn't move, he just let the tears drip down his face.
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"rat tat tat" Mary's eyes flashed open, she was always on alert. What was that sound? A tree branch? A bird? Or . . . "rat tat tat" Someone throwing rocks at her window? She glanced over at her husband, sound asleep, his sandy blonde hair adorably disheveled. Mary smiled and brushed a lock off his face, before sliding out of the large queen. She padded softly over to the window, hugging her bare arms against the cold. The moonlight illuminated her face as she peered out the windowpane. There was no one there, Mary stood for a moment, puzzled, and then she heard it again.
"rat tat tat." She spun around, it was coming from downstairs. Mary walked into the hall, and stopped outside of her daughter's room, the floorboards creaking loudly. She could hear Nathalie gently snoring. Smiling, she rounded the corner and tiptoed down the steps.
"rat tat tat." Who could it be? None of her friends had come knocking at, oh gosh, what time was it? The red lights of the oven's clock showed proud through the darkness, 1:47AM. Mary paused, waiting to see if the mysterious person was still there.
"rat tat tat." She followed the sound around the kitchen, until finally she found the source . . . Mary's eyes widened in frightened disbelief. Two bright red eyes were staring at her, and as ridiculous as it sounds, she feared for a moment that she was dead. That the devil had come for her. The moon shifted, and the shadows adjusted so that now more that the eyes were showing.
"Remy?" Mary hissed, unlocking the door. It was indeed, Remy, the fugitive who saved her life, looking frighteningly pale. His skin was as white as a sheet, which she guessed was unusual for the Louisiana native, his eyes were wide and contrasted with the large circles underneath them. His lips were chapped, tinged with blue, and he was shivering uncontrollably, but Mary couldn't help but notice his nipples jutting out proudly through the thing material of his shirt, "Jesus! What happened t'ya'h?"
"Not t'sound ungrateful chere, but y'did send me out in t'de blizzard wit out a coat." Mary smacked her head, and disappeared down the hall, returning a moment later with a thick blanket from the couch. She draped it gently around his wet shoulders, "Merci."
"What are ya'h doin' here?"
He smiled.
"Honestly?"
"Yeah."
"Ah came f'de blanket." Mary felt herself blush at his mischievous smile, and couldn't bring her eyes back to meet his. He was handsome, but that wasn't all. There was something about him, about his presence, something about him that made her feel . . . not quite normal. He had charm, and when he looked at her through his messy bangs she felt-no. No. Mary pushed those thoughts out of her head, and thought of the cold, think of, snow, ice. . . Bobby, "An' ah came t'thank ye'h. Ah don' kno' why y'did it, but t'ank you."
"You saved ma'h life."
"Still, dat was the nicest t'ing anyone ever did f'Gambit."
"Gambit? That what y'call yoahself?"
His eyes shifted colors, and Remy shook his head.
"It's jus' a nickname."
"Ah like it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What the hell is going on here!?" Mary and Remy spun around at the same time to meet Bobby, who was standing at the doorway. He was in his PJs, and his hair was sticking straight up on one side, there was a wicked snarl on his face. Mary sighed, he could be such a sweetie, but still had a boiling hot temper.
"Bobby," She started, her voice quivering a bit, "This is, this is-"
"Who?" He tapped his foot angrily, waiting for an explanation while he shot daggers at Remy, who sat befuddled at the table the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders.
"Ma'h friend, ma'h old friend, from . . . college."
"College?"
"Yep." He nodded, but raised an eyebrow/
"And what is he doing here?"
"Y'kno' I'm right here, homme." Remy sneered, angry at Bobby's tone.
"Fine," Bobby spun around, his icy blue eyes ablaze, "What are YOU doing here, at 2 o'clock in the morning."
"He uh-uh-uh"
"I din' wanna' talk about it, but, ma'h girlfriend . . . she dumped me, tossed me out." Remy hugged the blanket tighter, attempting to hide the bright orange uniform, "Ah knew I could count on Mary, so I rode out here t'see her. F'give me m'sieu, ah din' mean t'impose." He lied with ease, letting the mistruths spill off of his tongue. Mary simply sat in disbelief at the fact that Bobby actually bought it.
"No, it's fine, I was just a little confused. Uh, take all the time you want. Goodnight." He almost looked embarrassed, and walked into the hall. He glared at Mary, and mouthed the word "tomorrow", before heading up the steps. Mary turned to Remy, a strange smile on her face.
"No need t'thank me, petit," He grinned, hopping to his feet.
"Ah feel like ah oughta'h, ya'h jus' got us both outta'h a heap ah' trouble."
"Well, if y'insist," Remy crossed the room in one step, in her bare feet he towered over her. He looked down from beneath his shaggy hair, setting his eyes onto hers. Mary's eyes fluttered in ecstasy, she could feel her lips purse, and her heart beat quickening, "But I don' kiss married women on de lips." He bent down and place a gentle kiss on her forehead, and Mary let out a little sigh. What was this feeling? What was he doing to her?
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~well THAT was fun! And hard! --FOO
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE doing these things . . .
Fleurdelys- ********* Remy's a mutant . . . hummm, well I actually haven't decided if I want to delve into the mutantness that much, but hey! If it works it works! I'm just goin' with the flow. But yes, that is how he busted out of jail . . . im just not sure if he has control over his powers or not (YES PEOPLE, I MIGHT SCREW UP MARVEL'S MUTANT LAWS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!). Rogue, Mary, whatever, is definitely not a mutant . . I don't think :P, which definitely makes Romy easier. Hahaha, I love your civilized conversation comment, but Eehemm, was that directed at me? I know I always make them fight! But their good fights, non? The part with Bobby and Natalie (I am reviewing your review in chronological order) was to show that Mary has a life. Lol. She isn't just some lonely cop, so there will be conflictions with the Romy goodness. AND YES, she loves and cares for her husband very much, ain't it a drag? You like Nathalie? Hahaha, nothing like young Aimée, I'm afraid, but still cute! And Thanks, for your fabitty review . . . you know I love em'!
T. () ****
ahh the mysterious T., good to see I've sucked you back in! Keep reading!
IgambleLife **********
LOL! Thanks for the compliments on my joke, Hahaha I was trying to use a metaphor or something like that. Hahaha. And yes, since everyone is so happy about this, lets give 3 cheers for Remy for saving Mary's life, and award his house 50 points! Sorry, harry potter moment there . . .lol. Yes yes, poor Bobby, I don't think I will have any trouble being cruel to him . . . I guess I shoulda'h picked a character I liked for her hubby (movie Bobby ruined it for me!) Powers! Yes!? I DON'T KNOW! Adam? You mean Alex? Yeps. Alex Summers . . . Havok . . . but the hot version, not that weird guy whos on Evo, I cannot STAND him. Mary, normal . . . well is it possible for Rogue to be normal? Who knows! Maybe she just hasn't gotten her powers yet . . . * wink *
VA-river-gal ***********
ahh a southerner, yay, ya'h can yell at me'h for ma'h bad accents. Lol, thanks for the compliments! I just love getting those! Though my humor was kindof a fluke, I have a hard time writing funny stuff . . .happy stuff . . . angst and tragedy girl here! Lol! Well anyway, keep reviewing, and OF COURSE Remy escaped, now the question is, will Mary turn him in!?
islandahalf *********
Well I was warned about you, but definetly not in a bad way. I was told that anytime ROMY popped up on a summary, you would be there . . . so sure enough I wrote ROMY all over my summary, hahahaha! Loved getting your reviews, I always read them on Fleur's stories and get jealous, heh heh heh. I love good reviewers! Now for your reviews . . . Drake! Yes! Well I couldn't pair her with Colossus could I? I don't think the last name Rasputin would fit in with the quiet little town, haha . . .I think I might have to start saying cool beans . . .Yes, Romy goodness is to come! But I better hurry up, like a mouse on speed! Ahh well, I tried!!
Remember Me () **************
Hmm, I don't think I do . . . but then again that's probably not a PM to me. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE how you put an exclamation point after everything, lol, it makes me feel REALLY special. So! thanks! And! yes! Another! Fan! Lol!
SLH ****
If I pretend that you reviewed chapter 3 instead of chapter 2, then it'll look like I have more reviewers . . . soo shhh!! Hahaha. Yes, seven, FABULOUS movie, and that end scene really is spectacular. Rogue was so Brad Pitt . . .lol! Thanks for the comment on the Remy/guard scene, I never looked at it that way, lol, I was jus ttrying to depress ya'll! BUT NO ONE NOTICED THE OTHER PART OF THAT SCENE. Where they discussed the Blob being missing . . . he got taken away . . . ehhemmm . . . ahh well, you shall see soon enough * cough * * cough * and yes . . . I think we all need to pay a little more attention in French class, OR we could just get everything from Fleurdelys? Sounds like a plan to me . . .
MzJenna *******
Thanks for the review! Have you read ALL of my fics? Lol, true fan girl! I feel like a rock star!!!
And that's it! . . . I think. Does anyone else realize how many of those I did? I think I was a tad giddy . . .Well my hands are cramping, but I'm aching for more. SO REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And read too!
-FOO
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Torn
Chapter 4.
Rat tat tat
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"Maaaryy! Yer' food's gettin' cold!"
"Hold on!" Mary sighed, and cupping her hand over the receiver, yelled back to her husband, "Ah'll be raht there! Sorry Luke, what were ya'h sayin'?" She was on the phone with her partner, Lucas Bishop. It had been several hours since the incident at the prison, the storm had finally calmed and Mary was able to get back to her family. After Remy ran off, Officer Logan and Bishop had come bounding down the steps, looking petrified. Mary pretended to have blacked out, but found herself smiling at the look on her partner's face. He was still reaming her about it.
"Mary he's a dangerous criminal! An' if you know anything-"
"F' the last time Luke, ah don't remember anythin' now please. Yoah keepin' me from breakfast, well, brunch."
"Well with yer husband's cookin' is that nesscessarily a bad thing?"
"Ha. Ha." She sarcastically replied, "Bye."
"Mary."
"What?"
"Just be careful, alright? And not just of Officer Logan."
"He still suspects me'h?"
"Goodnight Mary, see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, bye."
She slowly hung up the phone. Logan could be a problem.
"Maaaaaarryyyy!" Bobby's voice snapped her back to reality, and Mary quickly hopped back into the kitchen.
"Sorry!" She yelled, sitting down in front of her spaghetti, something still nagging her in the back of her mind.
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"Killin' me softly! With his words, strummin' his fingers . . .on my heart, killin' me softly!!" Ororro Munroe sang out loud, her bright blue eyes closed as she lost herself in the melody.
"BEEP BEEP!" the car behind her honked loudly, and she found herself thrown back into reality.
"FUCK!" she yelled back, keeping one hand on the wheel and using the other to make obscenities at the other driver, her elbow press firmly on the horn. Ororro sighed and made a left, frowning at the looming prison before her. It towered over her tiny Volkswagen, its shadow blanketing her car in darkness, and the woman couldn't help but feel a little shiver run down her spine. She pulled into the nearest spot, and hopped out of the car, her heels statacking loudly on the cement steps. She was met by a rush of cold air when she entered the prison, the neon lights shining bright on her face.
"Can I help you?" A burly woman asked, her eyebrows raised at Ororro's somewhat glamorous appearance. Ororro smiled, exposing her bright white teeth, which contrasted nicely with her skin tone. She tucked her hair behind her ear, causing her bracelets to jangle violently, and exposing the large diamond she sported on her wedding finger.
"LeBeau? Remy?"
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Mary took a puff on her cigarette, and leaned her head back against the forest green SUV's, the smoke curling out of her mouth. She could see a few other "soccer moms" glaring at her, and normally that would bother her, but today . . . today she just needed a cigarette. The afternoon shone loudly, and Mary squinted her eyes to escape it. She was picking up Mary from her school "Mountain Laurel Elementary." It was a redbrick building, the American flag flying proudly next to a little nativity scene. Mary had to keep from laughing out loud every time she saw, the town was full of god- fearing Christians. She heard a bunch of giggles, and quickly stamped out her cigarette, spinning around and putting on her happy mommy face.
"Mommy!" Nathalie ran towards her, her tiny face shining with pride as she shoved a picture into Mary's hands.
"What's this?"
"A picture, I made it for you." Mary smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Go find Nate and Rachel."
"Okay!"
Her sandy bob skipped away, and Mary sank back into the car. She was dropping off Nathalie, and Nathan and Rachel Summers at Scott and Jeans. She and Bobby were overdue for some R&R. Nathalie scurried back minutes later, a small redheaded girl behind her, and an older brunette boy in the rear. Both of the Summers kids smiled at Mary before hopping in the back. Rachel, a tiny redhead with a lot of personality was seven, and the oldest of Scott and Jean's children. Jake, 3, and Seth 1, were still at home with Jean. Nate was 13. He was Jean's son, but from one of Jean's affairs in her youth. She was wild, and delighted in rich men with long . . . limousines. Nate was a sweetheart, but Mary couldn't help but think that there was something a bit off with him, something, darker. "Hey guys, ready how was school?"
"Fun!" The two girls said in unison, while Nate simply shrugged his shoulders.
"It was alright."
Mary smiled at him and reached for the radio knob.
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"What do you mean he's GONE?" Ororro was standing in the middle of the main entrance, she looked straight out of a movie. Her vibrant, and somewhat unusual hair was on end, her blue eyes smoldering, "Aren't you supposed to protect your prisoners?" She snarled at the receptionist, who sat wide eyed and tongue tied in the corner.
"Well actually," Ororro spun around, her eyes shifted about a foot lower, and she set her glare on another hapless prison worker, "It's not the prisoner's we're protectin'," He curled his lip, and raised a bushy eyebrow, his blue eyes boring into hers, "It's the people that those psychos are liable to harm."
"Remy is not a psycho, you all should know. You put him through so many damn psychology tests, Officer Logan. How nice to see you." She frowned, but raised her eyebrows in amusement.
"Miss Munroe." He growled, but placing a cocky grin on his face he took a step closer.
"Uh uh uh James, Mrs."
"Then it'd be LeBeau eh? Or else, hey Shirley, is it legal to marry a convicted fugitive?"
"I-I-" The receptionist stuttered, rapidly searching through her files. Logan frowned and waved her off, turning back to smile at the exotic beauty before him.
"Logan I just wanna'h know what happened to Remy."
"He escaped, that's what. The bastard busted right through the bars."
Ororro smiled.
"You sound surprised. Wasn't it inevitable? One of the reasons you opted to have him place in a lab!?"
His eyes shifted colors dangerously, "I don't wanna talk about that girlie. All you need to kno' is that yer little boyfriend escaped. We'll be moniterin' yer calls, keep in touch." Logan turned before she could respond, and Ororro was left there . . . no questions answered.
"Logan please. I have to find him."
"We will Ro' but I can't promise ye'h he'll still be in one piece."
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Mary pulled up in front of the large manila home, smiling at a still pj- clad Jean who had come out to greet them.
"Hi!" She yelled, waving enthusiastically in her green leggings, and oversized college sweatshirt. Her vibrant red hair was pulled up into a ponytail. It was the first time since college that Jean had looked so . . . messy. Mary opened the doors, and Rachel flew up the driveway to meet her mom, Nathalie behind her. Nate lingered.
"Comeon, sugah, help an old lady out." Taking his arm, they continued up the small hill.
"Hi Nathalie! Mary, Nate how was school?"
"Fine." He mumbled, as they entered the house. Jean shrugged and mumbled "teenagers." Under her breath.
"Mommy can we go play barbies?" Rachel whined, Nathalie putting on a pleading face next to her.
"What about homework?"
"Mom, pleeease!"
"Alright alirght, you too have fun. I gotta talk to Aunt Mary anyway." The girls giggled up the steps, and Mary raised an eyebrow at Jean.
"Ya'h do?"
"Here, come into the kitchen." Jean padded into the country style kitchen, and reached around into her fridge, until she came out with a bottle of porter.
"Uh oh, Jean tha' last time ya'h brought out wine at this hour was when ya'h found out Warren Worthington was gay." Jean giggled and poured two glasses.
"Well I need it today."
"What's wrong?"
"Mary," She started, plopping down on a chair, "you and Bobby are happy, right?"
"Is there somethin' wrong with Scott?"
"No! No, of course not. Scott's great . . . I just, oh Mary, I just don't feel it anymore."
"Feel what?"
"It! You know . . .it. The thing that made me fall in love with him in the first place."
"Ohh, it."
"And I don't know what to do! Is it a faze, will it pass? Am I really getting sick of my husband? Are we going to have to divorce? Oh I just couldn't"
"WHOA! Down girl! No body's gettin' a divorce here. Its proally just a faze."
"You think?"
"Jean ah kno'"
"So you and Bobby . . ."
"Well, no, but ah do kno' one thing . . . sugah, you an' Scott, yoah meant for anothu'h. Ya'h can just tell. Ah'm a firm believer in love an' soulmates. Ah kno' that out there there is one perfect person f'each of us, just waitin' to be found. An' we're tha' lucky ones, we found ours."
"You really think so Mar?"
"Ah know so."
Jean smiled and embraced her friend, burying herself in the warm lavendar field.
"Thank you."
"Anytime."
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"You said that?"
"Damn straight ah did."
"So you really believe that there is one person for everyone."
"Ah do."
"An' I'm him?"
Mary smiled and wrapped her arm's around Bobby's neck, "Ya'h sound surprised."
"Honored, baby." He laughed, wrapping his arms around her firm waist.
"Good." Mary closed her eyes and kissed him, delighting in the icy cool, mint taste, mixed with the smell of a winter breeze, "Mmm."
"Colgate fresh."
She silenced him with another kiss, this time longer.
"Baby?"
"Yeah?" He asked, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Ya'h know ah love you, raht?" it came out as a whisper.
"Yeah."
"Good." Mary replied, crushing her lips into his, and pulling him down onto their bed.
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"again."
"nooo."
"again."
"no! I can't do it anymore!!!" The room began to shake, and the doctor struggled to keep his footing. He shot a warning look across the room, but then turned back to his "subject".
"Don't take that tone with me, Ms. Blair. I thought I instructed you on proper lab behavior, do you need another lesson?"
"No! PLEASE!!! AIYEE!!" The scientist laughed a sinister laugh, pressing down harder on a tiny remote control. The blonde woman writhed in pain, her hands gripping madly at her headset.
"Worthless slime," He spat, "I'll deal with you later."
Terror crossed her once blue eyes, and the skittish creature found herself being forced back into her cage.
"Now, for a more worthy subject. Mr. Dukes, would you be so kind?" The scientist, smiled his sickening smile, baring his extremely white teeth. He motioned towards a machine in the corner, "Mr. Dukes?" The large man didn't move, but rather stayed laying on his side in the cell, clutching his enormous stomach, "Mr. Dukes I believe this is insolence. You know I don't like insolence."
The scientist was getting fet up, he glared once more at Mr. Dukes, before turning abruptly to his assistant, "Fine. Darling?"
The woman pressed down hard on another button, her lips curling up into a sadistic smile. The large man still didn't move, he just let the tears drip down his face.
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"rat tat tat" Mary's eyes flashed open, she was always on alert. What was that sound? A tree branch? A bird? Or . . . "rat tat tat" Someone throwing rocks at her window? She glanced over at her husband, sound asleep, his sandy blonde hair adorably disheveled. Mary smiled and brushed a lock off his face, before sliding out of the large queen. She padded softly over to the window, hugging her bare arms against the cold. The moonlight illuminated her face as she peered out the windowpane. There was no one there, Mary stood for a moment, puzzled, and then she heard it again.
"rat tat tat." She spun around, it was coming from downstairs. Mary walked into the hall, and stopped outside of her daughter's room, the floorboards creaking loudly. She could hear Nathalie gently snoring. Smiling, she rounded the corner and tiptoed down the steps.
"rat tat tat." Who could it be? None of her friends had come knocking at, oh gosh, what time was it? The red lights of the oven's clock showed proud through the darkness, 1:47AM. Mary paused, waiting to see if the mysterious person was still there.
"rat tat tat." She followed the sound around the kitchen, until finally she found the source . . . Mary's eyes widened in frightened disbelief. Two bright red eyes were staring at her, and as ridiculous as it sounds, she feared for a moment that she was dead. That the devil had come for her. The moon shifted, and the shadows adjusted so that now more that the eyes were showing.
"Remy?" Mary hissed, unlocking the door. It was indeed, Remy, the fugitive who saved her life, looking frighteningly pale. His skin was as white as a sheet, which she guessed was unusual for the Louisiana native, his eyes were wide and contrasted with the large circles underneath them. His lips were chapped, tinged with blue, and he was shivering uncontrollably, but Mary couldn't help but notice his nipples jutting out proudly through the thing material of his shirt, "Jesus! What happened t'ya'h?"
"Not t'sound ungrateful chere, but y'did send me out in t'de blizzard wit out a coat." Mary smacked her head, and disappeared down the hall, returning a moment later with a thick blanket from the couch. She draped it gently around his wet shoulders, "Merci."
"What are ya'h doin' here?"
He smiled.
"Honestly?"
"Yeah."
"Ah came f'de blanket." Mary felt herself blush at his mischievous smile, and couldn't bring her eyes back to meet his. He was handsome, but that wasn't all. There was something about him, about his presence, something about him that made her feel . . . not quite normal. He had charm, and when he looked at her through his messy bangs she felt-no. No. Mary pushed those thoughts out of her head, and thought of the cold, think of, snow, ice. . . Bobby, "An' ah came t'thank ye'h. Ah don' kno' why y'did it, but t'ank you."
"You saved ma'h life."
"Still, dat was the nicest t'ing anyone ever did f'Gambit."
"Gambit? That what y'call yoahself?"
His eyes shifted colors, and Remy shook his head.
"It's jus' a nickname."
"Ah like it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What the hell is going on here!?" Mary and Remy spun around at the same time to meet Bobby, who was standing at the doorway. He was in his PJs, and his hair was sticking straight up on one side, there was a wicked snarl on his face. Mary sighed, he could be such a sweetie, but still had a boiling hot temper.
"Bobby," She started, her voice quivering a bit, "This is, this is-"
"Who?" He tapped his foot angrily, waiting for an explanation while he shot daggers at Remy, who sat befuddled at the table the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders.
"Ma'h friend, ma'h old friend, from . . . college."
"College?"
"Yep." He nodded, but raised an eyebrow/
"And what is he doing here?"
"Y'kno' I'm right here, homme." Remy sneered, angry at Bobby's tone.
"Fine," Bobby spun around, his icy blue eyes ablaze, "What are YOU doing here, at 2 o'clock in the morning."
"He uh-uh-uh"
"I din' wanna' talk about it, but, ma'h girlfriend . . . she dumped me, tossed me out." Remy hugged the blanket tighter, attempting to hide the bright orange uniform, "Ah knew I could count on Mary, so I rode out here t'see her. F'give me m'sieu, ah din' mean t'impose." He lied with ease, letting the mistruths spill off of his tongue. Mary simply sat in disbelief at the fact that Bobby actually bought it.
"No, it's fine, I was just a little confused. Uh, take all the time you want. Goodnight." He almost looked embarrassed, and walked into the hall. He glared at Mary, and mouthed the word "tomorrow", before heading up the steps. Mary turned to Remy, a strange smile on her face.
"No need t'thank me, petit," He grinned, hopping to his feet.
"Ah feel like ah oughta'h, ya'h jus' got us both outta'h a heap ah' trouble."
"Well, if y'insist," Remy crossed the room in one step, in her bare feet he towered over her. He looked down from beneath his shaggy hair, setting his eyes onto hers. Mary's eyes fluttered in ecstasy, she could feel her lips purse, and her heart beat quickening, "But I don' kiss married women on de lips." He bent down and place a gentle kiss on her forehead, and Mary let out a little sigh. What was this feeling? What was he doing to her?
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~well THAT was fun! And hard! --FOO
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I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE doing these things . . .
Fleurdelys- ********* Remy's a mutant . . . hummm, well I actually haven't decided if I want to delve into the mutantness that much, but hey! If it works it works! I'm just goin' with the flow. But yes, that is how he busted out of jail . . . im just not sure if he has control over his powers or not (YES PEOPLE, I MIGHT SCREW UP MARVEL'S MUTANT LAWS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!). Rogue, Mary, whatever, is definitely not a mutant . . I don't think :P, which definitely makes Romy easier. Hahaha, I love your civilized conversation comment, but Eehemm, was that directed at me? I know I always make them fight! But their good fights, non? The part with Bobby and Natalie (I am reviewing your review in chronological order) was to show that Mary has a life. Lol. She isn't just some lonely cop, so there will be conflictions with the Romy goodness. AND YES, she loves and cares for her husband very much, ain't it a drag? You like Nathalie? Hahaha, nothing like young Aimée, I'm afraid, but still cute! And Thanks, for your fabitty review . . . you know I love em'!
T. () ****
ahh the mysterious T., good to see I've sucked you back in! Keep reading!
IgambleLife **********
LOL! Thanks for the compliments on my joke, Hahaha I was trying to use a metaphor or something like that. Hahaha. And yes, since everyone is so happy about this, lets give 3 cheers for Remy for saving Mary's life, and award his house 50 points! Sorry, harry potter moment there . . .lol. Yes yes, poor Bobby, I don't think I will have any trouble being cruel to him . . . I guess I shoulda'h picked a character I liked for her hubby (movie Bobby ruined it for me!) Powers! Yes!? I DON'T KNOW! Adam? You mean Alex? Yeps. Alex Summers . . . Havok . . . but the hot version, not that weird guy whos on Evo, I cannot STAND him. Mary, normal . . . well is it possible for Rogue to be normal? Who knows! Maybe she just hasn't gotten her powers yet . . . * wink *
VA-river-gal ***********
ahh a southerner, yay, ya'h can yell at me'h for ma'h bad accents. Lol, thanks for the compliments! I just love getting those! Though my humor was kindof a fluke, I have a hard time writing funny stuff . . .happy stuff . . . angst and tragedy girl here! Lol! Well anyway, keep reviewing, and OF COURSE Remy escaped, now the question is, will Mary turn him in!?
islandahalf *********
Well I was warned about you, but definetly not in a bad way. I was told that anytime ROMY popped up on a summary, you would be there . . . so sure enough I wrote ROMY all over my summary, hahahaha! Loved getting your reviews, I always read them on Fleur's stories and get jealous, heh heh heh. I love good reviewers! Now for your reviews . . . Drake! Yes! Well I couldn't pair her with Colossus could I? I don't think the last name Rasputin would fit in with the quiet little town, haha . . .I think I might have to start saying cool beans . . .Yes, Romy goodness is to come! But I better hurry up, like a mouse on speed! Ahh well, I tried!!
Remember Me () **************
Hmm, I don't think I do . . . but then again that's probably not a PM to me. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE how you put an exclamation point after everything, lol, it makes me feel REALLY special. So! thanks! And! yes! Another! Fan! Lol!
SLH ****
If I pretend that you reviewed chapter 3 instead of chapter 2, then it'll look like I have more reviewers . . . soo shhh!! Hahaha. Yes, seven, FABULOUS movie, and that end scene really is spectacular. Rogue was so Brad Pitt . . .lol! Thanks for the comment on the Remy/guard scene, I never looked at it that way, lol, I was jus ttrying to depress ya'll! BUT NO ONE NOTICED THE OTHER PART OF THAT SCENE. Where they discussed the Blob being missing . . . he got taken away . . . ehhemmm . . . ahh well, you shall see soon enough * cough * * cough * and yes . . . I think we all need to pay a little more attention in French class, OR we could just get everything from Fleurdelys? Sounds like a plan to me . . .
MzJenna *******
Thanks for the review! Have you read ALL of my fics? Lol, true fan girl! I feel like a rock star!!!
And that's it! . . . I think. Does anyone else realize how many of those I did? I think I was a tad giddy . . .Well my hands are cramping, but I'm aching for more. SO REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! And read too!
-FOO