~I HAVE FINALLY UPDATED!!!!! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN!?
Sorry for the wait, this was a toughie!
That and I have been totally swamped with writing the crossover between 16yrs and the Aimée series, but hey! I'm not complaining! I love it, its awesome, and trust me, ya'll will agree!
Enjoy!
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Torn
Chapter 4.
Liar
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Her tears were leaving big wet spots on the picture, but it was already water logged from the so many times before that she had cried just looking at it. Remy had his arms around her; she was buried in his collar. He was laying his head atop hers, and each of them had their eyes closed. That was the last time that she was happy . . . truly happy, safe and protected.
Ororo Munroe sat out in the car, her mascara dripping down her face. Oh if someone could see her then, how the might hath fallen. She was always a very composed person, but after Remy left . . . after he left she sometimes found it hard just to get out of bed in the morning.
"rat tat tat." Ororo, quickly popped her shades on, and looked to see who was knocking on her window. It was Officer Dane, her friend on the inside . . . Lorna. She popped open the car door, and hugged her friend, laughing as she tugged on her brown hair.
"I know, I know," Lorna looked almost embarrassed as she pulled her hair out of Ororo's grip, and tucked it back into her ponytail, "Its good to see you 'Ro."
"Lorna . . . what happened, where is he?
"I don't know, all I know is that wherever he is, he's safer."
"No, without you? Without fighters on his side . . . They could just as easily pick him up again."
"Don't worry Ro', he will probably find his way to you, he only escaped yesterday . . ."
"What happened? Logan told me he-well-blew up his cell bars."
"I wasn't dpwn there, but I have a suspicion that a woman named Mary Drake was involved."
"What do you mean?"
"She was down there when he broke out, she spent pretty much the whole night down there. She was on prisoner transport, finally nabbed Victor Creed. Anyway, we hear a loud explosion, and when we come downstairs, Victor is unconscious in his cell. Mary is lying on the ground gasping for breath, and Remy is no where to be found,"
Ororo's fingernails were slicing into her palms, her hands were locked into tight fists. She didn't like the sound of this Mary Drake, but if she knew anything about where her fiancée was, they she would have to talk to her.
"Ro' are you alright?"
"I-I-No! I'm not alright!" She reached for Lorna, and buried herself in the smaller girl's neck, sobbing, "I'm so scared Lorna, I'm afraid they'll find him again . . . and with the storm . . ."
"Shh, its alright, you just need to take your mind off of things, no doubt Remy will find you and try to contact you, but until then you just need to relax. Alex and I are going to his brother's house for dinner, you remember Scott right? Its really informal, why don't you join us?"
"No-No, I couldn't impose."
"Ororo don't be silly. I'm sure Jean would be thrilled to see you again. She really loved your last show."
She smiled, "Alright, I suppose it'll be for the best . . .where?"
"Just drive up to Alex and I's house around 630."
"Alright," Ororo smiled as Lorna turned to walk away. She sighed, hopping into her car, Lorna was always such a nice friend, and it would be great to get out of the house for once, "Hey Lorna!" She yelled, leaning out of the car window.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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"Are ya'h feelin' any betta'h?" Mary Drake bent over her guest, her long brown curls were pull back into a low ponytail, a few delicate wisps hanging loose in her face. Remy smiled up at her, and took a look around. He was in the guest bedroom. It was modest, with Mary's humble salary, but had expensive and elegant touches strumming from Bobby's less than modest inheritance. The room had large windows on each outfacing wall. Mary never liked wallpaper, so she painted it a soothing pale yellow, to match the soft comforter and drapes.
"Oui." Remy inhaled the scent of lavenders, closed his eyes, and lay back against the feather pillows, "But Mary?"
"Yeah?"
"Why y'doin' dis fo'me?"
She bowed her head, not knowing what to say. The truth was that she had no idea. When she first saw him in that prison, she knew that there was something special about him. She had already repaid him for saving her life, in risking her job to save his, and risking her marriage to house him. Mary no longer owed him anything, and it was her duty as a government official, a woman who abides by the law, to turn him back in . . .but for some reason, she just couldn't do it.
"Ah'm not ungrateful, jus' curious. I'm a fugitive, from a maximum security prison. Death row inmate, but dis . . . dis seems t'not bother ye'h. Why d'y'trust Gambit?"
"Ah don' know Remy, ah don' know." He smiled and nodded his head, not needing any further of an explanation, he was just thankful that she was.
"How's y'husband?"
"He still thinks yoah recoverin' from tha'storm," She giggled, remembering how angry he was when Remy had blown in the night before. They had had a big talk about it the next day, and Mary just fed him more lies. She sighed. Mary had never once lied to Bobby before, at least not about something as serious as this, and felt horrible doing it. She loved him, she really did, "Ah think ya'h gonna have t'leave soon, sugah"
She looked upset. Remy didn't like it.
"Non, chere, I understand. Y'been more den kind t'me. 'Sides, I'm not exactly de kind o'man ye'h want hangin' around."
"Ah'm sorry, ah really am."
"Don' be sorry, dis is de nicest t'ing anyone's ever done f'Remy, don' worry p'tit. I'll leave firs' t'ing in de mornin'." Mary nodded, and stood up, getting ready to leave. She paused for a moment, turning around to face him again.
"Remy?"
"Yeah?"
"Will ya'h tell me?"
His eyes went dark, but Remy got out of the bed and walked towards her. He reached for her hands, and brought them up to his chest. Looking deep into her emerald eyes he asked, "Tell y'what, chere?"
She was going to ask him about prison. She was going to ask him what he did that was so bad to land him on death row, but for some reason . . . for some reason she found herself only thinking about the night before, and how he had kissed her . . . so gently.
"Why did ya'h kiss me last night?"
He smiled, leaning in closer.
"Why not?"
"Ya'h said that ya'h don' kiss married woman on tha' lips," her breath quickened as he laced his fingers between hers.
"Yeah?"
"An' well . . . Well ah was jus' thinkin', if ah wasn't married . . . if ah wasn't with Bobby . . ."
"Would I want you?" he whispered, brushing back a stray hair from her face, and cupping her cheek with his palm. She merely nodded in response, unable of doing anything else as his hand gently caressed her face, "I t'ink ye'h already kno' de answer t'dat . . ." Remy leaned his head down, his lips only inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath against her skin.
"Momma!!" Nathalie's voice sliced through the air like a knife, and Mary jumped back about 3 feet, extracting herself from Remy's grip.
"Coming Baby!!" She looked up at him guiltily, his expression was unreadable, "ah-ah-ah gotta go . . ." Mary turned abruptly and slammed the door, leaving Remy, lips pursed, eyes still half closed, in a total state of confusion.
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Officer Logan looked at the picture in his locker. A woman was staring back at him, she had a bright smile and wild red hair. Her eyes were bright, an enchanting green. "Madelyne. . ." He whispered, running a finger along her portrait.
"James." Logan spun around, he knew that voice well, and only a handful of people referred to him as anything less than Officer Logan.
"Boss." He muttered, never taking his eyes from the man who stood before him. He was tall, taller than Logan, with jet black hair.. He had a large square jaw, and wild villainous eyebrows that sat just above honey colored eyes.
"Where is he James?" Of course Logan knew what "he" he meant, "Where is Mr. LeBeau?"
"He escaped, there was nothing I can do."
"That is intolerable. I need him to carry out with my experiments, we had a deal! I was supposed to have him in my care yesterday!"
"The storm-it . . ."
"No, don't you dare blame this on the storm. You know very well who's fault it was, Officer Logan. It was yours. Your insolence will now have dangerous consequences. That menace, that thing, is now on the loose, all because you failed to stop him."
"I'll find him."
"Yes James, you will find him, and then you will bring him to me," The man smiled at a fuming Officer Logan, and turned to leave, pausing for only a moment, "We don't want another unfortunate mishap, like what happened with Ms. Pryor."
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"Ding! Dong!"
"I'll get it!" Alex yelled enthusiastically, hurrying down the steps to get the door. He swung open the door, a wide grin on his face.
"Ororo!"
"Alex!" She smiled, giving him a tight hug. She looked stunning in a pair of brown slacks, and a white cashmere sweater, exotic bangles dangling off of her wrists, "Oh Alex it's been too long."
He smiled back at her, reaching for the wine bottle in her hand.
"Merlot, Jean's favorite. Thanks 'Ro. Here, come in. Lorna said she'd be down in a minute, but hell, you know her, a minute means three hours." Alex laughed loudly at his own joke, and led her in to the living room, "Can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm fine thanks."
"Okay then, I've got to run upstairs, but I'll be back in a minute. Make yourself at home."
Ororo sighed and picked a stray hair off of her sweater, she blinked her large blue eyes twice, feeling a bit uneasy. Slowly she rose to her feet, and walked over to the shelves. Lorna and Alex had a cozy apartment that was decorated with tons of pictures. Ororo smiled, picking up a picture of the couple, they looked so in love. Her eyes shifted over to one of the two brothers, Scott and Alex. Alex was more attractive than Scott, but that might have been because of the age difference. Ororo had a thing for younger men. Remy was a little over 5yrs her junior.
"Ro'?" Lorna appeared at the steps, her usually wild curls blow out, and ironed flat into sleek brown waves, "You look great."
"So do you."
"Ready to go?" Alex appeared once again, this time with a bit of smeared lipstick on his lips. Ororo smiled.
"Yes."
"Alright then, lets hit the road."
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"Merde." Remy cursed under his breath as he placed the queen of hearts atop the king of diamonds. Solitaire had to be the most boring card game ever created, and he could not think of one good reason for him to sit there and play it. He glanced down at his cards, cursing again, was he stuck? Had this pathetic excuse for a card game actually stumped him!?
"Mary!! Can I talk to you!?"
He could hear the bitter tone in Bobby's voice through the thin doors, and could practically see his face starting to redden. That was why he was stuck in a room playing solitaire, or more precisely, Bobby was why.
The lie had been perfect. He was an old college friend, down on his luck, and knew nothing of any maximum security prison fugitives on the loose in Mountain Laurel, and Bobby had bought it. Remy still couldn't believe that he had, but he supposed that the man knew his wife well, and he knew that a good cop like her wouldn't let an ex-con stay in her guest room. Sighing, he got up from the failed game, and flopped down on the soft bed, letting his auburn hair fall messily into his eyes. He was still in shock that he was here, and with Mary of all people. She had taken him in, no questions, and they hadn't had much time to talk. She still hadn't given him a reason as to why, maybe he was her charity case of the month. A smile came across Remy's lips as he thought of Mary. She was pretty, but not in a 'look at me' kind of way. She had a natural, gentle, beauty, not too exotic or flashy, and her soft green eyes just made him go crazy. It was no secret that he was attracted to her, and he most likely would have kissed her earlier. However, it was probably a good thing he didn't. They both had their place in the world, and didn't belong with each other; besides, he would be gone by morning and out of her life.
"Knock Knock Knock." His head popped up, looking quizzically at the door.
"Come in?"
The door was slowly pushed open, and in walked the last person Remy thought it would be. Nathalie smiled her toothy grin at him, and walked over to the bed, looking crazy in dress up wear. She had on a bright pink tutu, and what he assumed to be her mother's high heels. Fake pearls draped across her neck, making her look like some type of regal flamingo, and the fake gold crown on her head definitely made the costume. There was smeared pink lipstick on her lips, and sparkles all over her cheeks. Remy laughed and plucked a feather off her nose.
"What can I do fo' ye'h, p'tit?" True, he had no idea why she was there. He knew that Mary had a daughter, but they had not been introduced.
"We need another guest."
"What?"
The toddler looked annoyed, she put her hands on her tiny hips and glared at him, spelling it out very slowly, "We-need-another-guest."
"Guest f'what, chere?"
"My tea party!" She shrieked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Without asking, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door.
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"So who is this guy anyway?" Mary raised an eyebrow, and looked at her husband through the mirror. He had a frustrated look on his face, and was struggling to button his shirt properly. She sighed, and went back to putting on her makeup, pretending she didn't hear him, "Well? Are you going to answer?"
"No."
Bobby stopped fiddling with his buttons and stared angrily at her, his hands placed firmly on her hips, "And why not?"
Mary sighed again, this time louder and more deliberately.
"Because Ah've told ya'h a thousand tah'mes already Bobby, he's just an' old friend. Fallen' on some rough tah'mes. An' ah wanna help him."
He snorted at that, and pulled off the annoying shirt, searching instead for a nice sweater.
"Sugah, what's tha' matter?"
"I just don't like it."
"Well ya'h don' have t'lah'ke it, ya'h just have t'be civil. Its only for a little while." Actually, she didn't know how long it would be, but Mary secretly hoped it would be for longer than she had promised. There was something about the Cajun that she couldn't help but notice, something about his eyes.
"I'm gonna go get Natalie dressed, we have to leave for Scott and Jeans in 20 minutes if we want to get there on time," Bobby said quickly, pecking his wife on the cheek, "I'll check on our guest."
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'Sit straight."
"Mr. Remy your drinking from Mr. Bun's tea!"
"Do you like this hat? I think it would look better on you."
The little girl was a slave driver, and in 5 minutes she had Remy sitting next to a stuffed bunny and a my sized Barbie, with a pink hat on his head. He glared at her over the invisible steam of his fake tea, which was actually just warm water, while Nathalie adjusted Mr. Bun's bowtie. He had never felt so ridiculous in his life, but he could definitely congratulate a kid who could get him in this outfit, and live to see the next day. He smiled as she offered him a plastic cookie, she was a sweet little brat, even if she had somewhat dominatrix-like tendencies.
"Nat-" Bobby froze in the door, a silly grin on his face, "Well, I see you've met our guest."
"He plays very good tea party, Daddy."
Remy blushed, "Merci." Her father bit his lower lip to keep from bursting out laughing, and Remy could feel red hot embarrassment lighting up his ears. It was one thing to get dressed up to please a little girl, but it was another thing to be laughed at by someone he considered to be a real ass. Bobby eventually composed himself, and scooped up his daughter.
"We gotta get you dressed," Nathalie frowned, and attempted to wiggle out of his grip with no avail, but Bobby simply turned and addressed Remy, "Mr. LeBeau? Don't get too attached, you'll be leaving soon I trust?" He hoped.
"Oui"
"Bien," Bobby smirked, and shut the door, leaving Remy in the hall, a funny little scowl on his face. He sighed, and walked back into his temporary bedroom, and straight to the window. Letting his forehead rest on the glass, he shut his eyes tight, concentrating. When he let them reopen, a few minutes later, he gasped. There, just down the street, was his fiancée.
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Ororo got out of Alex and Lorna's SUV, it wasn't exactly environmentally friendly, but neither was her smoking, so she dealt with it. With one sweep of her pale blue eyes, she took in the entire town. It was small, with cute little suburban houses surrounding the main square. It wasn't exactly her kind of place, but from the outside of the Summers' home, she could tell they had some taste, and a seriously large savings fund.
"This is my brothers house." Alex chimed, wrapping his arm around Lorna, his blue eyes gazing happily up at the place, Lorna reached for his arm and pulled him up the driveway, and the trio eventually got to the door.
"Knock Knock Knock."
"Coming!!!" A very feminine voice rang out, its tone somewhat frazzled, "Sorry! Sorry! Here I come!" A tall redhead swung open the door, her green eyes wide and excited. She was dressed in simple black trousers and a nice black sweater, delicate silver earrings dangling off of her ears. She quickly reached up to give Alex a hug.
"Oh Alex! Lorna! Its so great to see you, you look great! Is that a new haircut? I love those pants on you Al', I swear Scott's still growing, his pants are always to short!" The woman was talking a mile a minute, and Ororo was somewhat impressed that she could keep it up. After hugging Lorna, she turned to Ro', somewhat confused.
"Jean, this is our friend Ororo, you remember her from the housewarming party?" Jean looked puzzled for a moment, but put two and two together and quickly gave Ororo an enthusiastic hug.
"Of course I remember! Its great to see you again, are you joining us for dinner?"
The taller woman nodded yes, and followed the others inside. They had a beautiful home, and thrived on the family style look. Ororo couldn't help but chuckle as Jean grumbled about one of her many kids leaving his toy truck in the living room.
"You guys can relax in the living room, the Drakes, and the babysitter are both running a bit late." Jean had been going out of her mind waiting for the babysitter. Scott was running late, and the sitter still hadn't arrived, which left her single handed with four kids.
"Mom, can I-" Nate froze in the doorway, looking embarrassed. He didn't much like company.
"Nate! Say hi to Uncle Alex and Aunt Lorna, this is their friend Ororo," Jean smiled brightly, shoving a still pink Nathaniel towards them, "This is my son, Nathaniel."
"How many kids do you have?" Ororo asked, looking at all of the family photos on the mantelpiece.
"Nate, Rachel, Jacob, Seth, and-" She patted her stomach proudly, "That's 5 and counting. I swear Scott pokes holes in th-"
"Mom," Jean flushed in embarrassment and turned back to her son, "Do you know where my gameboy is?"
"Natey, sweetie, you don't have time to play gameboy. Go make sure your sister and brother are ready, and where's Seth? You're supposed to be watching him. Theresa will be here any minute." Nathaniel ambled off, grumbling over his gameboy, "Theresa Rourke, our babysitter for tonight. Anyone thirsty?"
"Ororo brought some Merlot."
"Oh my favorite! I'll be right back." Ororo, Alex, and Lorna all settled in on the couch, but were sitting for less than a minute when the front door swung open.
"Family! I'm home!" Scott came in smiling, his brown hair flecked with snow. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a very well built physique. His eyes were a dull brown, covered by thick reading glasses, but he was still handsome . . . in a "class president" sort of way. He turned to see Alex, and his smile only grew. "Aly!, sorry I'm late!" Scott hugged his brother quickly, and pecked Lorna on the cheek, "and who are you?"
"Ororo Munroe," She smiled, enjoying his dumbfounded look. If he was the type of man she suspected him to be, than he had most likely lived in that town his whole life. Making her the most exotic woman he'd ever seen. Scott stared for a few moments, lost in the beautiful blue depths, but was rudely awoken by an angry cry from his wife.
"Scott! Where have you been!?" Jean returned from the kitchen, balancing four glasses of wine on a tray.
"Traffic is awful, but never fear, I'm home now," He kissed her quickly, "and look who I brought."
"Theresa! Great, all ready than?" A teenage girl with soft brown hair emerged, she had big green eyes and earnest features.
"Yep, where are the kids?" Right then, the four of them bumbled down the stairs, baby Seth in Nate's arms.
"Ready to go" Rachel chimed, kissing her mom and dad, and turning to follow Theresa. The others did the same, after much fussing over from their mother.
"Mr. Drake called me, he said that they were running late, so he would just drop Nathalie at my house."
"Alright, be careful! Have fun!" Theresa and the kids left out the front door, and Jean, dropping her fake smile, collapsed on the couch, "Don't ever, leave me alone, with the four of them . . . again . . ."
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Remy hadn't moved from the window. His eyes were still glued to the spot where he had seen her.
What was going on?
Why was she there?
Did she know?
Did Mary call her?
Those questions, and about a million others were swimming around his head like guppies in a fish tank, and Remy couldn't focus on anything but the horrible pain of guilt he felt in his stomach.
"Y'ave nothin' t'feel guilty 'bout." He said to himself.
But was that really true? He had escaped, he was finally free from his wrongful imprisonment. He had finally done what she and Lorna had worked so hard to accomplish, and instead of running to her . . . instead of coming home to her, he had strayed. He had strayed straight into someone else's arms, another woman's care.
Remy sighed, and slammed his fist on the glass.
Was he even planning on telling Mary about Ororo? He had been making passes at her since he had arrived. She was beautiful, and not the kind of beauty that he was used to . . . no, hers was natural, flawless, the kind of beauty he longed for. Remy could get lost in her eyes, get tangled in her hair, and he could certainly get trapped in her smile.
He shook those thoughts out of his head.
No. It was impossible. Ororo, and his love for her wasn't the only thing separating him from Mary. Aside from her husband, and the family that she already had; there was also, a warrant for his arrest. A warrant that she was expected to fill.
He sighed, and walked back over to the bed. Flopping down on his stomach, he smiled.
There was no fighting it, and Remy had to be honest. . .he already was trapped in her smile.
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"So Scott, what do you do?" Ororo leaned back on the couch, sipping at her glass casually. After the kids left, the adults were able to settle down and relax. Lorna and Alex sat together on the loveseat, her head resting on his shoulder, while Scott and Jean sat on the couch, every so often touching each other affectionately. Ororo felt a pain in her heart watching them, wishing that she could be with Remy, but she pushed it aside.
"I'm a real estate developer, and I own Summers' real estate." He smiled smugly, obviously proud. Alex snorted from behind his glass.
"Scotty never misses a chance to brag."
"Don't be jealous Alex, that I'm the one with the stable job and family."
"I think I need another drink!" Jean announced loudly before Alex could respond, "Scott will you get me something?"
"Sure, I'll be right back."
Lorna and Jean rolled their eyes, and Ororo couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't mind them, 'Ro, it's a constant competition between the two."
"I believe it!"
"I don't let it get to me . . .I remember one time, when we were younger," Alex said with a smile, "Scott dared me to-" He was interrupted, because at that moment a crash, and a horrible scream came from the kitchen.
"Scott!!" Jean yelled, running towards the kitchen, Alex right behind her, "Scott what's the matter!?" The left wall of the kitchen was destroyed, all of the plates and the dishes lay broken on the floor. Scott was hunched over the sink, both hands over his eyes.
"Alex . . . Alex comeon! We've got to get him to the hospital!" Jean screamed, reaching for her husband, "Hush baby, don't worry, you're gonna be fine."
"My eyes . . .they burn, Oh Jean they burn . . ."
Alex ran over, helping Scott to his feet, as Jean searched for the keys to their SUV. She was in a panic, her eyes wild, and her hair standing on end, "L-L-Lorna, stay here . . . watch the house, we'll be back. I'm sure," She took a deep breath, fumbling with her coat as she followed the two boys out the door, "I'm sure we'll be home soon!"
"Jean wait!"
"Just stay here!!" She screeched. The door slammed behind them, and Lorna and Ororo were left standing in the hall . . . very . . . very . . . confused.
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"Bobby! Great to see you, Theresa has been waiting for Nathalie," Chief Sean Cassidy** said with a smile on his face. Bobby was standing at his doorstep, Nathalie's little hand clutched tightly in his.
"Yes, I apologize for being late, Mary had to fix her hair or something. Anyway, I'm just here to drop off Nathalie, I've got to get going back to the Summers'" He crouched down next to Nathalie and gave her a quick kiss, "You be good and listen to everything Theresa says alright?"
"Alright daddy, I love you."
"I love you too, have fun." Sean and Bobby smiled, watching her go, and Bobby stood back up.
"Before you go, I wanted to ask you . . . Has Mary said anything to you about that night? You know, aside from the details?"
"What night?"
"The night she saw that fugitive escape."
Bobby stared back at the chief, confused. Mary had never said anything about any fugitives, or any escapes.
"No, she hasn't. In fact, she hasn't said anything. What happened?"
Sean bit his lip, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration, "Here, come in the kitchen . . . I think we need to talk."
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"Knock Knock Knock!"
Lorna jumped at the sound of the door. She and Ororo had been sitting in the kitchen, finishing off the wine. They were still petrified by the night's earlier events, but took Jean's orders, and didn't move. She pushed herself out of the chair, and walked over to the large oak door, swinging it open.
"Hi!" Mary was standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her face, "Officer Dane?"
"Mary!? What are you doing here?"
"Jean, and Scott, they're our neighbors, we were invited."
"I'm here with Alex, I can't believe this. What a coincidence!" Lorna laughed, letting Mary in, and leading her back into the living room, "You aren't going to believe who's here."
"Who?" Ororo and Mary asked in unison. They both smiled, and Mary stuck out her hand to shake Ororo's.
"Mary Drake, this is Ororo Munroe. Mary, do you remember Remy LeBeau? The inmate who escaped?"
BANG. It was like a gunshot ringing out in her ears. Mary stared blankly at the two women, her eyes as wide as saucers, did they know?
"Uh . . . uh . . . pardon?"
"Remy LeBeau, he was one of the inmates at the prison . . . the one you saw escape."
"You saw Remy escape?" Ororo asked curiously, sitting up in her chair, "You were there?"
"Was she there? Mary was the only one down there when he disappeared!"
"I'm sorry . . . who are you again?" Mary asked, her breath coming more hastily. She felt faint, and dizzy, perspiration formed on her brow.
"Ororo Munroe, I'm his fiancée."
"Mary are you alright?" Lorna asked. Mary had sunk down onto the couch, her shoulders drooping, and her eyes fluttering.
"I'm fine . . . just the heat . . ." It was an odd thing to say, especially since it was around 30 degrees outside.
"Please" Ororo sat down next to her, forcing Mary to look deep into her eyes, "Please, do you remember anything about that night? Do you know where he is?"
"Ororo how would she know, she's a cop, she just saw him leave."
"Shush! Mary please, do you know anything?"
Mary stared at her. She could tell. She could tell just by looking at the woman. She could see the fear in her eyes. Ororo, who ever that was, truly cared for him. Cared for Remy. Even so, Mary couldn't bring herself to tell. Maybe it was fear, a fear of being found out. Maybe it was because she really didn't know what to say . . . Or maybe, it was because she knew that if she told the truth, she could lose him.
It was that fear. That fear of losing someone she had only known for a few days that drove her to her answer.
"No . . . No I don't . . ."
That fear that made her a liar.
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~OH!!
-Foo
** I don't know if I mentioned this, but Sean Cassidy is the police chief, and Mary's boss. He is also Theresa Rourke's father. In comic world, Sean Cassidy is the mutant banshee . . . his daughter, Theresa, would be Siren.
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Hahaha of course he's innocent! . . . or is he? I'm not telling, but then again . . . he could always be guilty of something that's really not that bad, or is it? I don't know! Ah! Confusing myself! So yay!! I finally go this posted, despite our endless online chats about the crossover, I was able to get something else done :P . . .Storm, ahh yes, well I had to make her cool. She is always, well, BORING! Hahaha . . .Bobby! well I was reading my magical book, and it said that even though he was nice and playful, he had a wicked temper. Yes, a side of bobby we never see! So I had to work that in, lol . . . and since sexy Remy is sitting in his kitchen? Well possessiveness seemed the way to go! IT! Oh yes, IT! Jean is not feeling IT with Scott anymore I'm afraid, maybe she needs a certain furry midget to get her back in gear . . . heh heh heh, anyone care WHO Nate's father is by the way?! Ewww silverfish! No no!
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Heh heh heh, first time I have been officially addressed by "Foo"! haha. Thank you for zee compliments!!! And to your complaints? Well I agree! But I had to do it, did yah really think I would make these people happy? Bobby and Rogue .. . .well dumbass Bryan Singer made them a couple in his movie, so what the hell!? I made them a couple in mine! Haha! It was either him or Colossus, who would you have chosen? Jean and Mary are NOT best friends. Mary was good friends with Scott in college and Jean was just part of the deal when she married him. 'sides, I don't like Ororo that much, so Rogue needed a new friend! LoL! Mary is a fab cop, I got the idea from the sims, and the movie "Angel Eyes" (which is quite bad, by the way) and well yeah, shes a cop, and now I can't see her as anything else! Well, cept maybe a reporter, but that's another story (Demon Eyes, by MzJenna) James is Logan's 1st name, in Marvel land. His real name is James Howlett, but he goes by Logan. In my story, he changed his name after his fiancée was murdered. Lucky you, Ororo was a major player in this chapter, I hope it helped! Mutants? Confusion? Well it can't be more confusing from this reviewer comment can it? Lol. I haven't confirmed, officially, anyone as a mutant, but you can guess at some . . .And if you like LeGarcon, may I suggest reading "Through Time" and "sixteen years", Fleur and I are doing a crossover between the Aimée series and 16yrs around the end of LeGarcon. Keep readinz!!
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Would you believe I've always thought your name was "Island-and-a- half"?! Hahaha, what is it anyway?! Oer yeah, right, the story! LoL. Huzzah for the fab review! I am driving my friends crazy by saying that, they all think im crazy . . .well moreso than I already seemed. They HAD to leave the prison; there is only so much you can do through those bars (hehe). Ororo and Remy! Bobby and Rogue! It's my two least favorite people paried with my two favorite people! Well that's not entirely true, at least I didn't put Rogue with Scott * shudder *. But as for, what was it? "garbageface" bobby, Hahaha I love that by the way, well . . . I never really had a problem with the guy until the movies. Once again, how much I HATE Bryan Singer . . . the only thing he did right was cast Logan and Xavier as Pat and Hugh . . . that guy better get his act to together by the third movie, but im not complaining! I loved 'em anyway!! Now kiddies! Don't get the wrong idea! Im not advocating cigarettes, or saying that she smokes ALL THE TIME, but she was just stressed . . . proally picked it up from the prisoners. Forgive me for being perky, but I wrote half of this while listening to old Nsync CDs. You want Romyness? Heh heh heh, check out the next chapter for sure!!!!! Im out like a tortise on . . . on . . . aww hell, a turtle with ADHD. Hahaha.
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"it" was used to describe that feeling . . . umm, jeez how to explain. Well, she's falling for him. He's making her feel all warm and tingly inside! Lol!
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adammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, no no! Alex all the way, hehe. Glad you caught on to the Ro/Lo, but once he sees Jean I think her chances are diminished. Lol. But that is not my focus! ROMY IS!!!! Shit, is gullible really written on the ceiling? * looks up * Oh! Silly me! its not written on my ceiling, its written on his! Yes, I know, I am so figted . . . gach! Gifted*** ANYWAY I guess I answered your question about Remy, yep he's around for a little while . . . I even tossed in a nice grumbling moment between him and Mary's hubby. Oh no!!! Did I really ruin it!? I'm sorry! But hell, its only been like 5 months since it came out, the warnings are off! Hahaha, well I read the book knowing he was gonna die and I spent the whole night crying anyway . . . but that's just me, and im REALLY WEIRD.
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Oh well that's a relief! Lol, thanks for the review, and im glad you liked the kiss! He's such a gentleman . . . *melts* haha
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As of right now there is no Cajun vengeance planned, though I can see you hinting that you'd like it! Ahh well, it'll still be good!! Review faster and I'll update faster!!
**Did I forget you? Sorry if I did! But ahh well, that just means another EXTRA LONG one next time!
Sorry for the wait, this was a toughie!
That and I have been totally swamped with writing the crossover between 16yrs and the Aimée series, but hey! I'm not complaining! I love it, its awesome, and trust me, ya'll will agree!
Enjoy!
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Torn
Chapter 4.
Liar
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Her tears were leaving big wet spots on the picture, but it was already water logged from the so many times before that she had cried just looking at it. Remy had his arms around her; she was buried in his collar. He was laying his head atop hers, and each of them had their eyes closed. That was the last time that she was happy . . . truly happy, safe and protected.
Ororo Munroe sat out in the car, her mascara dripping down her face. Oh if someone could see her then, how the might hath fallen. She was always a very composed person, but after Remy left . . . after he left she sometimes found it hard just to get out of bed in the morning.
"rat tat tat." Ororo, quickly popped her shades on, and looked to see who was knocking on her window. It was Officer Dane, her friend on the inside . . . Lorna. She popped open the car door, and hugged her friend, laughing as she tugged on her brown hair.
"I know, I know," Lorna looked almost embarrassed as she pulled her hair out of Ororo's grip, and tucked it back into her ponytail, "Its good to see you 'Ro."
"Lorna . . . what happened, where is he?
"I don't know, all I know is that wherever he is, he's safer."
"No, without you? Without fighters on his side . . . They could just as easily pick him up again."
"Don't worry Ro', he will probably find his way to you, he only escaped yesterday . . ."
"What happened? Logan told me he-well-blew up his cell bars."
"I wasn't dpwn there, but I have a suspicion that a woman named Mary Drake was involved."
"What do you mean?"
"She was down there when he broke out, she spent pretty much the whole night down there. She was on prisoner transport, finally nabbed Victor Creed. Anyway, we hear a loud explosion, and when we come downstairs, Victor is unconscious in his cell. Mary is lying on the ground gasping for breath, and Remy is no where to be found,"
Ororo's fingernails were slicing into her palms, her hands were locked into tight fists. She didn't like the sound of this Mary Drake, but if she knew anything about where her fiancée was, they she would have to talk to her.
"Ro' are you alright?"
"I-I-No! I'm not alright!" She reached for Lorna, and buried herself in the smaller girl's neck, sobbing, "I'm so scared Lorna, I'm afraid they'll find him again . . . and with the storm . . ."
"Shh, its alright, you just need to take your mind off of things, no doubt Remy will find you and try to contact you, but until then you just need to relax. Alex and I are going to his brother's house for dinner, you remember Scott right? Its really informal, why don't you join us?"
"No-No, I couldn't impose."
"Ororo don't be silly. I'm sure Jean would be thrilled to see you again. She really loved your last show."
She smiled, "Alright, I suppose it'll be for the best . . .where?"
"Just drive up to Alex and I's house around 630."
"Alright," Ororo smiled as Lorna turned to walk away. She sighed, hopping into her car, Lorna was always such a nice friend, and it would be great to get out of the house for once, "Hey Lorna!" She yelled, leaning out of the car window.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
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"Are ya'h feelin' any betta'h?" Mary Drake bent over her guest, her long brown curls were pull back into a low ponytail, a few delicate wisps hanging loose in her face. Remy smiled up at her, and took a look around. He was in the guest bedroom. It was modest, with Mary's humble salary, but had expensive and elegant touches strumming from Bobby's less than modest inheritance. The room had large windows on each outfacing wall. Mary never liked wallpaper, so she painted it a soothing pale yellow, to match the soft comforter and drapes.
"Oui." Remy inhaled the scent of lavenders, closed his eyes, and lay back against the feather pillows, "But Mary?"
"Yeah?"
"Why y'doin' dis fo'me?"
She bowed her head, not knowing what to say. The truth was that she had no idea. When she first saw him in that prison, she knew that there was something special about him. She had already repaid him for saving her life, in risking her job to save his, and risking her marriage to house him. Mary no longer owed him anything, and it was her duty as a government official, a woman who abides by the law, to turn him back in . . .but for some reason, she just couldn't do it.
"Ah'm not ungrateful, jus' curious. I'm a fugitive, from a maximum security prison. Death row inmate, but dis . . . dis seems t'not bother ye'h. Why d'y'trust Gambit?"
"Ah don' know Remy, ah don' know." He smiled and nodded his head, not needing any further of an explanation, he was just thankful that she was.
"How's y'husband?"
"He still thinks yoah recoverin' from tha'storm," She giggled, remembering how angry he was when Remy had blown in the night before. They had had a big talk about it the next day, and Mary just fed him more lies. She sighed. Mary had never once lied to Bobby before, at least not about something as serious as this, and felt horrible doing it. She loved him, she really did, "Ah think ya'h gonna have t'leave soon, sugah"
She looked upset. Remy didn't like it.
"Non, chere, I understand. Y'been more den kind t'me. 'Sides, I'm not exactly de kind o'man ye'h want hangin' around."
"Ah'm sorry, ah really am."
"Don' be sorry, dis is de nicest t'ing anyone's ever done f'Remy, don' worry p'tit. I'll leave firs' t'ing in de mornin'." Mary nodded, and stood up, getting ready to leave. She paused for a moment, turning around to face him again.
"Remy?"
"Yeah?"
"Will ya'h tell me?"
His eyes went dark, but Remy got out of the bed and walked towards her. He reached for her hands, and brought them up to his chest. Looking deep into her emerald eyes he asked, "Tell y'what, chere?"
She was going to ask him about prison. She was going to ask him what he did that was so bad to land him on death row, but for some reason . . . for some reason she found herself only thinking about the night before, and how he had kissed her . . . so gently.
"Why did ya'h kiss me last night?"
He smiled, leaning in closer.
"Why not?"
"Ya'h said that ya'h don' kiss married woman on tha' lips," her breath quickened as he laced his fingers between hers.
"Yeah?"
"An' well . . . Well ah was jus' thinkin', if ah wasn't married . . . if ah wasn't with Bobby . . ."
"Would I want you?" he whispered, brushing back a stray hair from her face, and cupping her cheek with his palm. She merely nodded in response, unable of doing anything else as his hand gently caressed her face, "I t'ink ye'h already kno' de answer t'dat . . ." Remy leaned his head down, his lips only inches from hers. She could feel his hot breath against her skin.
"Momma!!" Nathalie's voice sliced through the air like a knife, and Mary jumped back about 3 feet, extracting herself from Remy's grip.
"Coming Baby!!" She looked up at him guiltily, his expression was unreadable, "ah-ah-ah gotta go . . ." Mary turned abruptly and slammed the door, leaving Remy, lips pursed, eyes still half closed, in a total state of confusion.
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Officer Logan looked at the picture in his locker. A woman was staring back at him, she had a bright smile and wild red hair. Her eyes were bright, an enchanting green. "Madelyne. . ." He whispered, running a finger along her portrait.
"James." Logan spun around, he knew that voice well, and only a handful of people referred to him as anything less than Officer Logan.
"Boss." He muttered, never taking his eyes from the man who stood before him. He was tall, taller than Logan, with jet black hair.. He had a large square jaw, and wild villainous eyebrows that sat just above honey colored eyes.
"Where is he James?" Of course Logan knew what "he" he meant, "Where is Mr. LeBeau?"
"He escaped, there was nothing I can do."
"That is intolerable. I need him to carry out with my experiments, we had a deal! I was supposed to have him in my care yesterday!"
"The storm-it . . ."
"No, don't you dare blame this on the storm. You know very well who's fault it was, Officer Logan. It was yours. Your insolence will now have dangerous consequences. That menace, that thing, is now on the loose, all because you failed to stop him."
"I'll find him."
"Yes James, you will find him, and then you will bring him to me," The man smiled at a fuming Officer Logan, and turned to leave, pausing for only a moment, "We don't want another unfortunate mishap, like what happened with Ms. Pryor."
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"Ding! Dong!"
"I'll get it!" Alex yelled enthusiastically, hurrying down the steps to get the door. He swung open the door, a wide grin on his face.
"Ororo!"
"Alex!" She smiled, giving him a tight hug. She looked stunning in a pair of brown slacks, and a white cashmere sweater, exotic bangles dangling off of her wrists, "Oh Alex it's been too long."
He smiled back at her, reaching for the wine bottle in her hand.
"Merlot, Jean's favorite. Thanks 'Ro. Here, come in. Lorna said she'd be down in a minute, but hell, you know her, a minute means three hours." Alex laughed loudly at his own joke, and led her in to the living room, "Can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm fine thanks."
"Okay then, I've got to run upstairs, but I'll be back in a minute. Make yourself at home."
Ororo sighed and picked a stray hair off of her sweater, she blinked her large blue eyes twice, feeling a bit uneasy. Slowly she rose to her feet, and walked over to the shelves. Lorna and Alex had a cozy apartment that was decorated with tons of pictures. Ororo smiled, picking up a picture of the couple, they looked so in love. Her eyes shifted over to one of the two brothers, Scott and Alex. Alex was more attractive than Scott, but that might have been because of the age difference. Ororo had a thing for younger men. Remy was a little over 5yrs her junior.
"Ro'?" Lorna appeared at the steps, her usually wild curls blow out, and ironed flat into sleek brown waves, "You look great."
"So do you."
"Ready to go?" Alex appeared once again, this time with a bit of smeared lipstick on his lips. Ororo smiled.
"Yes."
"Alright then, lets hit the road."
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"Merde." Remy cursed under his breath as he placed the queen of hearts atop the king of diamonds. Solitaire had to be the most boring card game ever created, and he could not think of one good reason for him to sit there and play it. He glanced down at his cards, cursing again, was he stuck? Had this pathetic excuse for a card game actually stumped him!?
"Mary!! Can I talk to you!?"
He could hear the bitter tone in Bobby's voice through the thin doors, and could practically see his face starting to redden. That was why he was stuck in a room playing solitaire, or more precisely, Bobby was why.
The lie had been perfect. He was an old college friend, down on his luck, and knew nothing of any maximum security prison fugitives on the loose in Mountain Laurel, and Bobby had bought it. Remy still couldn't believe that he had, but he supposed that the man knew his wife well, and he knew that a good cop like her wouldn't let an ex-con stay in her guest room. Sighing, he got up from the failed game, and flopped down on the soft bed, letting his auburn hair fall messily into his eyes. He was still in shock that he was here, and with Mary of all people. She had taken him in, no questions, and they hadn't had much time to talk. She still hadn't given him a reason as to why, maybe he was her charity case of the month. A smile came across Remy's lips as he thought of Mary. She was pretty, but not in a 'look at me' kind of way. She had a natural, gentle, beauty, not too exotic or flashy, and her soft green eyes just made him go crazy. It was no secret that he was attracted to her, and he most likely would have kissed her earlier. However, it was probably a good thing he didn't. They both had their place in the world, and didn't belong with each other; besides, he would be gone by morning and out of her life.
"Knock Knock Knock." His head popped up, looking quizzically at the door.
"Come in?"
The door was slowly pushed open, and in walked the last person Remy thought it would be. Nathalie smiled her toothy grin at him, and walked over to the bed, looking crazy in dress up wear. She had on a bright pink tutu, and what he assumed to be her mother's high heels. Fake pearls draped across her neck, making her look like some type of regal flamingo, and the fake gold crown on her head definitely made the costume. There was smeared pink lipstick on her lips, and sparkles all over her cheeks. Remy laughed and plucked a feather off her nose.
"What can I do fo' ye'h, p'tit?" True, he had no idea why she was there. He knew that Mary had a daughter, but they had not been introduced.
"We need another guest."
"What?"
The toddler looked annoyed, she put her hands on her tiny hips and glared at him, spelling it out very slowly, "We-need-another-guest."
"Guest f'what, chere?"
"My tea party!" She shrieked, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Without asking, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the door.
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"So who is this guy anyway?" Mary raised an eyebrow, and looked at her husband through the mirror. He had a frustrated look on his face, and was struggling to button his shirt properly. She sighed, and went back to putting on her makeup, pretending she didn't hear him, "Well? Are you going to answer?"
"No."
Bobby stopped fiddling with his buttons and stared angrily at her, his hands placed firmly on her hips, "And why not?"
Mary sighed again, this time louder and more deliberately.
"Because Ah've told ya'h a thousand tah'mes already Bobby, he's just an' old friend. Fallen' on some rough tah'mes. An' ah wanna help him."
He snorted at that, and pulled off the annoying shirt, searching instead for a nice sweater.
"Sugah, what's tha' matter?"
"I just don't like it."
"Well ya'h don' have t'lah'ke it, ya'h just have t'be civil. Its only for a little while." Actually, she didn't know how long it would be, but Mary secretly hoped it would be for longer than she had promised. There was something about the Cajun that she couldn't help but notice, something about his eyes.
"I'm gonna go get Natalie dressed, we have to leave for Scott and Jeans in 20 minutes if we want to get there on time," Bobby said quickly, pecking his wife on the cheek, "I'll check on our guest."
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'Sit straight."
"Mr. Remy your drinking from Mr. Bun's tea!"
"Do you like this hat? I think it would look better on you."
The little girl was a slave driver, and in 5 minutes she had Remy sitting next to a stuffed bunny and a my sized Barbie, with a pink hat on his head. He glared at her over the invisible steam of his fake tea, which was actually just warm water, while Nathalie adjusted Mr. Bun's bowtie. He had never felt so ridiculous in his life, but he could definitely congratulate a kid who could get him in this outfit, and live to see the next day. He smiled as she offered him a plastic cookie, she was a sweet little brat, even if she had somewhat dominatrix-like tendencies.
"Nat-" Bobby froze in the door, a silly grin on his face, "Well, I see you've met our guest."
"He plays very good tea party, Daddy."
Remy blushed, "Merci." Her father bit his lower lip to keep from bursting out laughing, and Remy could feel red hot embarrassment lighting up his ears. It was one thing to get dressed up to please a little girl, but it was another thing to be laughed at by someone he considered to be a real ass. Bobby eventually composed himself, and scooped up his daughter.
"We gotta get you dressed," Nathalie frowned, and attempted to wiggle out of his grip with no avail, but Bobby simply turned and addressed Remy, "Mr. LeBeau? Don't get too attached, you'll be leaving soon I trust?" He hoped.
"Oui"
"Bien," Bobby smirked, and shut the door, leaving Remy in the hall, a funny little scowl on his face. He sighed, and walked back into his temporary bedroom, and straight to the window. Letting his forehead rest on the glass, he shut his eyes tight, concentrating. When he let them reopen, a few minutes later, he gasped. There, just down the street, was his fiancée.
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Ororo got out of Alex and Lorna's SUV, it wasn't exactly environmentally friendly, but neither was her smoking, so she dealt with it. With one sweep of her pale blue eyes, she took in the entire town. It was small, with cute little suburban houses surrounding the main square. It wasn't exactly her kind of place, but from the outside of the Summers' home, she could tell they had some taste, and a seriously large savings fund.
"This is my brothers house." Alex chimed, wrapping his arm around Lorna, his blue eyes gazing happily up at the place, Lorna reached for his arm and pulled him up the driveway, and the trio eventually got to the door.
"Knock Knock Knock."
"Coming!!!" A very feminine voice rang out, its tone somewhat frazzled, "Sorry! Sorry! Here I come!" A tall redhead swung open the door, her green eyes wide and excited. She was dressed in simple black trousers and a nice black sweater, delicate silver earrings dangling off of her ears. She quickly reached up to give Alex a hug.
"Oh Alex! Lorna! Its so great to see you, you look great! Is that a new haircut? I love those pants on you Al', I swear Scott's still growing, his pants are always to short!" The woman was talking a mile a minute, and Ororo was somewhat impressed that she could keep it up. After hugging Lorna, she turned to Ro', somewhat confused.
"Jean, this is our friend Ororo, you remember her from the housewarming party?" Jean looked puzzled for a moment, but put two and two together and quickly gave Ororo an enthusiastic hug.
"Of course I remember! Its great to see you again, are you joining us for dinner?"
The taller woman nodded yes, and followed the others inside. They had a beautiful home, and thrived on the family style look. Ororo couldn't help but chuckle as Jean grumbled about one of her many kids leaving his toy truck in the living room.
"You guys can relax in the living room, the Drakes, and the babysitter are both running a bit late." Jean had been going out of her mind waiting for the babysitter. Scott was running late, and the sitter still hadn't arrived, which left her single handed with four kids.
"Mom, can I-" Nate froze in the doorway, looking embarrassed. He didn't much like company.
"Nate! Say hi to Uncle Alex and Aunt Lorna, this is their friend Ororo," Jean smiled brightly, shoving a still pink Nathaniel towards them, "This is my son, Nathaniel."
"How many kids do you have?" Ororo asked, looking at all of the family photos on the mantelpiece.
"Nate, Rachel, Jacob, Seth, and-" She patted her stomach proudly, "That's 5 and counting. I swear Scott pokes holes in th-"
"Mom," Jean flushed in embarrassment and turned back to her son, "Do you know where my gameboy is?"
"Natey, sweetie, you don't have time to play gameboy. Go make sure your sister and brother are ready, and where's Seth? You're supposed to be watching him. Theresa will be here any minute." Nathaniel ambled off, grumbling over his gameboy, "Theresa Rourke, our babysitter for tonight. Anyone thirsty?"
"Ororo brought some Merlot."
"Oh my favorite! I'll be right back." Ororo, Alex, and Lorna all settled in on the couch, but were sitting for less than a minute when the front door swung open.
"Family! I'm home!" Scott came in smiling, his brown hair flecked with snow. He was a tall man with broad shoulders and a very well built physique. His eyes were a dull brown, covered by thick reading glasses, but he was still handsome . . . in a "class president" sort of way. He turned to see Alex, and his smile only grew. "Aly!, sorry I'm late!" Scott hugged his brother quickly, and pecked Lorna on the cheek, "and who are you?"
"Ororo Munroe," She smiled, enjoying his dumbfounded look. If he was the type of man she suspected him to be, than he had most likely lived in that town his whole life. Making her the most exotic woman he'd ever seen. Scott stared for a few moments, lost in the beautiful blue depths, but was rudely awoken by an angry cry from his wife.
"Scott! Where have you been!?" Jean returned from the kitchen, balancing four glasses of wine on a tray.
"Traffic is awful, but never fear, I'm home now," He kissed her quickly, "and look who I brought."
"Theresa! Great, all ready than?" A teenage girl with soft brown hair emerged, she had big green eyes and earnest features.
"Yep, where are the kids?" Right then, the four of them bumbled down the stairs, baby Seth in Nate's arms.
"Ready to go" Rachel chimed, kissing her mom and dad, and turning to follow Theresa. The others did the same, after much fussing over from their mother.
"Mr. Drake called me, he said that they were running late, so he would just drop Nathalie at my house."
"Alright, be careful! Have fun!" Theresa and the kids left out the front door, and Jean, dropping her fake smile, collapsed on the couch, "Don't ever, leave me alone, with the four of them . . . again . . ."
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Remy hadn't moved from the window. His eyes were still glued to the spot where he had seen her.
What was going on?
Why was she there?
Did she know?
Did Mary call her?
Those questions, and about a million others were swimming around his head like guppies in a fish tank, and Remy couldn't focus on anything but the horrible pain of guilt he felt in his stomach.
"Y'ave nothin' t'feel guilty 'bout." He said to himself.
But was that really true? He had escaped, he was finally free from his wrongful imprisonment. He had finally done what she and Lorna had worked so hard to accomplish, and instead of running to her . . . instead of coming home to her, he had strayed. He had strayed straight into someone else's arms, another woman's care.
Remy sighed, and slammed his fist on the glass.
Was he even planning on telling Mary about Ororo? He had been making passes at her since he had arrived. She was beautiful, and not the kind of beauty that he was used to . . . no, hers was natural, flawless, the kind of beauty he longed for. Remy could get lost in her eyes, get tangled in her hair, and he could certainly get trapped in her smile.
He shook those thoughts out of his head.
No. It was impossible. Ororo, and his love for her wasn't the only thing separating him from Mary. Aside from her husband, and the family that she already had; there was also, a warrant for his arrest. A warrant that she was expected to fill.
He sighed, and walked back over to the bed. Flopping down on his stomach, he smiled.
There was no fighting it, and Remy had to be honest. . .he already was trapped in her smile.
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"So Scott, what do you do?" Ororo leaned back on the couch, sipping at her glass casually. After the kids left, the adults were able to settle down and relax. Lorna and Alex sat together on the loveseat, her head resting on his shoulder, while Scott and Jean sat on the couch, every so often touching each other affectionately. Ororo felt a pain in her heart watching them, wishing that she could be with Remy, but she pushed it aside.
"I'm a real estate developer, and I own Summers' real estate." He smiled smugly, obviously proud. Alex snorted from behind his glass.
"Scotty never misses a chance to brag."
"Don't be jealous Alex, that I'm the one with the stable job and family."
"I think I need another drink!" Jean announced loudly before Alex could respond, "Scott will you get me something?"
"Sure, I'll be right back."
Lorna and Jean rolled their eyes, and Ororo couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't mind them, 'Ro, it's a constant competition between the two."
"I believe it!"
"I don't let it get to me . . .I remember one time, when we were younger," Alex said with a smile, "Scott dared me to-" He was interrupted, because at that moment a crash, and a horrible scream came from the kitchen.
"Scott!!" Jean yelled, running towards the kitchen, Alex right behind her, "Scott what's the matter!?" The left wall of the kitchen was destroyed, all of the plates and the dishes lay broken on the floor. Scott was hunched over the sink, both hands over his eyes.
"Alex . . . Alex comeon! We've got to get him to the hospital!" Jean screamed, reaching for her husband, "Hush baby, don't worry, you're gonna be fine."
"My eyes . . .they burn, Oh Jean they burn . . ."
Alex ran over, helping Scott to his feet, as Jean searched for the keys to their SUV. She was in a panic, her eyes wild, and her hair standing on end, "L-L-Lorna, stay here . . . watch the house, we'll be back. I'm sure," She took a deep breath, fumbling with her coat as she followed the two boys out the door, "I'm sure we'll be home soon!"
"Jean wait!"
"Just stay here!!" She screeched. The door slammed behind them, and Lorna and Ororo were left standing in the hall . . . very . . . very . . . confused.
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"Bobby! Great to see you, Theresa has been waiting for Nathalie," Chief Sean Cassidy** said with a smile on his face. Bobby was standing at his doorstep, Nathalie's little hand clutched tightly in his.
"Yes, I apologize for being late, Mary had to fix her hair or something. Anyway, I'm just here to drop off Nathalie, I've got to get going back to the Summers'" He crouched down next to Nathalie and gave her a quick kiss, "You be good and listen to everything Theresa says alright?"
"Alright daddy, I love you."
"I love you too, have fun." Sean and Bobby smiled, watching her go, and Bobby stood back up.
"Before you go, I wanted to ask you . . . Has Mary said anything to you about that night? You know, aside from the details?"
"What night?"
"The night she saw that fugitive escape."
Bobby stared back at the chief, confused. Mary had never said anything about any fugitives, or any escapes.
"No, she hasn't. In fact, she hasn't said anything. What happened?"
Sean bit his lip, his eyebrows knitting together in concentration, "Here, come in the kitchen . . . I think we need to talk."
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"Knock Knock Knock!"
Lorna jumped at the sound of the door. She and Ororo had been sitting in the kitchen, finishing off the wine. They were still petrified by the night's earlier events, but took Jean's orders, and didn't move. She pushed herself out of the chair, and walked over to the large oak door, swinging it open.
"Hi!" Mary was standing in the doorway, a bright smile on her face, "Officer Dane?"
"Mary!? What are you doing here?"
"Jean, and Scott, they're our neighbors, we were invited."
"I'm here with Alex, I can't believe this. What a coincidence!" Lorna laughed, letting Mary in, and leading her back into the living room, "You aren't going to believe who's here."
"Who?" Ororo and Mary asked in unison. They both smiled, and Mary stuck out her hand to shake Ororo's.
"Mary Drake, this is Ororo Munroe. Mary, do you remember Remy LeBeau? The inmate who escaped?"
BANG. It was like a gunshot ringing out in her ears. Mary stared blankly at the two women, her eyes as wide as saucers, did they know?
"Uh . . . uh . . . pardon?"
"Remy LeBeau, he was one of the inmates at the prison . . . the one you saw escape."
"You saw Remy escape?" Ororo asked curiously, sitting up in her chair, "You were there?"
"Was she there? Mary was the only one down there when he disappeared!"
"I'm sorry . . . who are you again?" Mary asked, her breath coming more hastily. She felt faint, and dizzy, perspiration formed on her brow.
"Ororo Munroe, I'm his fiancée."
"Mary are you alright?" Lorna asked. Mary had sunk down onto the couch, her shoulders drooping, and her eyes fluttering.
"I'm fine . . . just the heat . . ." It was an odd thing to say, especially since it was around 30 degrees outside.
"Please" Ororo sat down next to her, forcing Mary to look deep into her eyes, "Please, do you remember anything about that night? Do you know where he is?"
"Ororo how would she know, she's a cop, she just saw him leave."
"Shush! Mary please, do you know anything?"
Mary stared at her. She could tell. She could tell just by looking at the woman. She could see the fear in her eyes. Ororo, who ever that was, truly cared for him. Cared for Remy. Even so, Mary couldn't bring herself to tell. Maybe it was fear, a fear of being found out. Maybe it was because she really didn't know what to say . . . Or maybe, it was because she knew that if she told the truth, she could lose him.
It was that fear. That fear of losing someone she had only known for a few days that drove her to her answer.
"No . . . No I don't . . ."
That fear that made her a liar.
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~OH!!
-Foo
** I don't know if I mentioned this, but Sean Cassidy is the police chief, and Mary's boss. He is also Theresa Rourke's father. In comic world, Sean Cassidy is the mutant banshee . . . his daughter, Theresa, would be Siren.
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Loved the reviews! Keep em' coming!
XxFleurdelysxx -------------------
Hahaha of course he's innocent! . . . or is he? I'm not telling, but then again . . . he could always be guilty of something that's really not that bad, or is it? I don't know! Ah! Confusing myself! So yay!! I finally go this posted, despite our endless online chats about the crossover, I was able to get something else done :P . . .Storm, ahh yes, well I had to make her cool. She is always, well, BORING! Hahaha . . .Bobby! well I was reading my magical book, and it said that even though he was nice and playful, he had a wicked temper. Yes, a side of bobby we never see! So I had to work that in, lol . . . and since sexy Remy is sitting in his kitchen? Well possessiveness seemed the way to go! IT! Oh yes, IT! Jean is not feeling IT with Scott anymore I'm afraid, maybe she needs a certain furry midget to get her back in gear . . . heh heh heh, anyone care WHO Nate's father is by the way?! Ewww silverfish! No no!
T. ---
For as long as you have been reviewing my stories, I have received no emotion from you . . . no smiles, cries, laughs, but then again, from a penname like T. what can you expect? Hahahaa! But getting your reviews, since you only review the very best, is like this fabulous gift . . . no matter how apathetic they may be. I squealed in delight when I saw the little smiley face, now we must move on to exclamation points! Yeehaw! And yes, I love Remy and Rogue . . . don't we all!!
Ewa -----
Oh yay! A new fan! Thanks for the compliments, and keep tha' reviews coming!! Things will only get better!
Rogue4787 -------------
Heh heh heh, first time I have been officially addressed by "Foo"! haha. Thank you for zee compliments!!! And to your complaints? Well I agree! But I had to do it, did yah really think I would make these people happy? Bobby and Rogue .. . .well dumbass Bryan Singer made them a couple in his movie, so what the hell!? I made them a couple in mine! Haha! It was either him or Colossus, who would you have chosen? Jean and Mary are NOT best friends. Mary was good friends with Scott in college and Jean was just part of the deal when she married him. 'sides, I don't like Ororo that much, so Rogue needed a new friend! LoL! Mary is a fab cop, I got the idea from the sims, and the movie "Angel Eyes" (which is quite bad, by the way) and well yeah, shes a cop, and now I can't see her as anything else! Well, cept maybe a reporter, but that's another story (Demon Eyes, by MzJenna) James is Logan's 1st name, in Marvel land. His real name is James Howlett, but he goes by Logan. In my story, he changed his name after his fiancée was murdered. Lucky you, Ororo was a major player in this chapter, I hope it helped! Mutants? Confusion? Well it can't be more confusing from this reviewer comment can it? Lol. I haven't confirmed, officially, anyone as a mutant, but you can guess at some . . .And if you like LeGarcon, may I suggest reading "Through Time" and "sixteen years", Fleur and I are doing a crossover between the Aimée series and 16yrs around the end of LeGarcon. Keep readinz!!
Ishandahlaf --------------
Would you believe I've always thought your name was "Island-and-a- half"?! Hahaha, what is it anyway?! Oer yeah, right, the story! LoL. Huzzah for the fab review! I am driving my friends crazy by saying that, they all think im crazy . . .well moreso than I already seemed. They HAD to leave the prison; there is only so much you can do through those bars (hehe). Ororo and Remy! Bobby and Rogue! It's my two least favorite people paried with my two favorite people! Well that's not entirely true, at least I didn't put Rogue with Scott * shudder *. But as for, what was it? "garbageface" bobby, Hahaha I love that by the way, well . . . I never really had a problem with the guy until the movies. Once again, how much I HATE Bryan Singer . . . the only thing he did right was cast Logan and Xavier as Pat and Hugh . . . that guy better get his act to together by the third movie, but im not complaining! I loved 'em anyway!! Now kiddies! Don't get the wrong idea! Im not advocating cigarettes, or saying that she smokes ALL THE TIME, but she was just stressed . . . proally picked it up from the prisoners. Forgive me for being perky, but I wrote half of this while listening to old Nsync CDs. You want Romyness? Heh heh heh, check out the next chapter for sure!!!!! Im out like a tortise on . . . on . . . aww hell, a turtle with ADHD. Hahaha.
Remember Me ------------------
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Remy Shall Kill Belladonna (too lazy to log in)() ------------------------------------------------------------
"it" was used to describe that feeling . . . umm, jeez how to explain. Well, she's falling for him. He's making her feel all warm and tingly inside! Lol!
IgambleLife --------------
adammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, no no! Alex all the way, hehe. Glad you caught on to the Ro/Lo, but once he sees Jean I think her chances are diminished. Lol. But that is not my focus! ROMY IS!!!! Shit, is gullible really written on the ceiling? * looks up * Oh! Silly me! its not written on my ceiling, its written on his! Yes, I know, I am so figted . . . gach! Gifted*** ANYWAY I guess I answered your question about Remy, yep he's around for a little while . . . I even tossed in a nice grumbling moment between him and Mary's hubby. Oh no!!! Did I really ruin it!? I'm sorry! But hell, its only been like 5 months since it came out, the warnings are off! Hahaha, well I read the book knowing he was gonna die and I spent the whole night crying anyway . . . but that's just me, and im REALLY WEIRD.
Va-river gal ---------------
Oh well that's a relief! Lol, thanks for the review, and im glad you liked the kiss! He's such a gentleman . . . *melts* haha
ChristyS ----------
As of right now there is no Cajun vengeance planned, though I can see you hinting that you'd like it! Ahh well, it'll still be good!! Review faster and I'll update faster!!
**Did I forget you? Sorry if I did! But ahh well, that just means another EXTRA LONG one next time!