~~*swallows*
oh gosh
it's been since November
oh gosh
I'm sorry
I didn't mean to
I just . . . got . . .
Sidetracked.
*chuckles nervously*
I better not say anything . . . just let you read while I hang my head in shame
(and this is a good one, I promise)
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Torn
Chapter 6.
Caught
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Remy jumped when he heard a loud "BANG" sound from downstairs. He leapt out of bed and ran for the door. His hand was only inches from the knob when it swung open in his face. He ducked back, excellent reflexes protecting him from a bloody nose, and narrowed his eyes, smiling softly, "Y'back early, chere. What yeh doin' home?"
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Bobby's hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had begun to turn white. His eyes were fixated on an unseen point, silently seething. The only sounds in the car being the windshield wipers and his unnaturally calm breathing.
He had been sitting there for an hour, letting the snow pile up on the green SUV as he waited outside of Commissioner Cassidy's house. His cell phone was sitting on the chill passenger seat beside him.
It hadn't rung once.
In fact, no one at Scott or Jean's seemed to notice he was missing.
He dug his nails further into the steering wheel, blood drawing in his mouth as he tried to get rid of the ringing in his ears.
Not even his wife.
He spat.
His lying, cheating wife.
No. He couldn't say she cheated. He didn't know that. But he knew she lied. It took all of 30 seconds to apply the information Commissioner Cassidy had given him to the current situation he found himself in, and all of 60 to connect the dots.
And figure out just who the hell this 'college friend' was.
~ one hour earlier ~
"Sit down, Robert." Commissioner Cassidy said slowly, his thick brow knitting in concern as he stared at the man across from him.
Bobby nodded and sat down in one of the cushy armchairs, his back tensing at the urgency in Commissioner Cassidy's voice. He managed a weak smile, though, "Call me Bobby, Sean, I must have told you a thousand times by now."
Sean sighed and nodded, "Bobby, right, sorry, things have just been pretty _serious_ lately. I'm a little concerned to hear that Mary hasn't mentioned that morning at the prison."
Bobby frowned, and laced his fingers together, leaning forward, "Why? Did something happen?"
Sean nodded, "I wasn't there, personally, but the situation was reported by both the state prison's officers, and officer Bishop, Luke. It seems Mary had an altercation with the prisoner she and Luke had admitted earlier that day. She was rescued by a.. . ." He frowned, his eyes roaming up to the ceiling as his brow furrowed in thought, "I'm trying to recall the name."
Bobby nodded, his fingers gripping the armrest as he waited impatiently.
"Yes. Prisoner LeBeau I think. A Remy LeBeau in for—"
Bobby's eyes widened as he sat up very straight in his chair, "LeBeau?" He interrupted, "Remy LeBeau?!"
"Bobby, what's the matter . . .?" Sean began, frowning, but he saw the strange look in Bobby's eyes stopped.
"Tell me everything, Sean. Don't leave out a single detail."
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"Shh, baby, you're fine." Scott moaned as his wife whispered soothing words in his ear, running her hand over his forehead and softly kissing his temple. She shot Alex a worried look, and he swallowed, his back stiffening against the wall, but he managed to give her a weak smile. Tears sprung into Jean's eyes and she inhaled sharply, "What happened, slim?" She asked in her soft voice, "You're eyes . . . what was it?" He coughed, and blinked, but Jean saw red and she put her hands over his eyes, "Don't do that." She said quietly.
He nodded, pursing his lips, "It burns, Jean. It burns."
She looked back up at Alex, her hand tightening in Scott's as she brought his knuckles up her lips. "Do you think it's . . .?" She asked.
Alex nodded, "I know it."
Jean leaned forward over her husband, laying her head on his chest. She was happy he couldn't open his eyes, that way he couldn't see her cry.
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Nathalie frowned, tutting and wagging her finger at the small brown-haired boy. He stared up at her with wide green eyes, confused, and she sighed, pointing to the tiny snowman she had grown so attached to, "This is _my_ Icy, Jakey, _not_ _yours_." He didn't seem to like that, and reached for the toy again, snatching it from her and nearly ripping off the arm, "No Jakey!" She screamed, but the three year old was pretty strong.
Nate snorted at the scene, hugging his knees closer to his chest as he gazed out the window. He narrowed his eyes at the snowman they had made earlier that night, the hat had fallen off of it, and was now laying on its side in the snow. He sighed. He was sick of being stuck in babysitting with his younger siblings, he could take care of himself. His parents were more comfortable, though, having him there with Theresa than home with them, or home at all. He sighed, shutting his eyes. He wasn't in the best mood. Nathalie screamed again, and baby Seth started to cry. It was chaotic, with Rachel laughing hysterically in the corner and Theresa trying to hush them all. He wondered for a minute or two how she did it, but then went back to gazing out the window.
He didn't notice Nathalie mosey over to him, until she was about two inches from his face.
"Boo."
"Ah!" He yelled, jumping slightly and glaring at her, "What'd you do that for?"
She giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, "Jakey's in time out. Do you wanna play with me and Icy?" He frowned and shook his head. "Why not?" She whined.
Nate didn't respond, concentrating on the hat outside and watching it collect snow, and Nathalie crawled up to sit next to him.
"I like the snow." She said softly, staring out at it, "Winter's much nicer than summer, don't yah think?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. I guess so."
She smiled, "My daddy takes me out in the snow all the time . . . does your daddy do that?"
He shook his head, "I don't have a daddy."
"What about Uncle Scott?"
He sighed, "Scott's my step-dad, and he's nice, but he's not my father."
"Oh . . ." She bit her lower lip, and frowned, "Well . . . I'm sure if you _did_ have a daddy, he'd take you out in the snow." She looked down at her hands after she said that, and looked up, smiling.
"Thanks Nat'."
She grinned, and looked back out the window, "You're welcome." Her eyes widened, and she looked back at him when she saw the hat sitting back atop their snowman's head.
The corners of his lips turned up, but he didn't turn away from the window.
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Logan signaled to the officers behind him, before turning and walking up the steps of the emergency ward. They were instructed to wait 5 minutes for him to assess the situation, and then proceed to enter the building.
The subject was suspected to be sleeping.
He sighed, flaring his nostrils as he entered the large doors and brushed past a few shrieking nurses. He approached the large hospital desk, and frowned at the woman sitting behind it, filing her nails.
He cleared his throat, and she looked up. She had beady brown eyes and thick dark eyebrows, "Yes?"
Logan flashed his badge, "A patient named Scott Summers? He was brought in here with severe damage to his eyes."
The woman glanced down at the computer screen and nodded, "Room 326 . . . the doctors . . . what's this about?"
He snorted, and turned away, not answering her. He didn't have any time to waste. He walked quickly down the halls until he got right outside of room 326, his frown deepening as he wondered why his boss had been so adamant about this particular subject. He raised his fist to knock on the door, but it opened and a tall blonde man walked out. There were tears in his eyes and he mumbled an "excuse me". Logan raised his eyebrows, and walked into the room.
His eyes grew wide.
There was a woman sitting on the chair, not facing him, with her cheek pressed against the unconscious man's stomach. She had long red hair that fanned out across the hospital sheets, hiding her face, but Logan could tell she was beautiful.
He smiled softly.
Red-heads always were.
He cleared his throat again, and she looked up, emerald eyes shining red with tears. She jumped slightly as he entered, and smoothed back her hair, wiping at her cheeks.
"Yes? Are you a doctor?"
He shook his head no, "Will you step outside with me, ma'am?"
"If you're not a doctor, no." She frowned, "Who are you?"
He showed her his badge, "M'with the government. Please, Mrs. Summers."
She sighed and nodded, getting to her feet. She glanced back at her husband before following him out the door. "Alright." She sighed, "What's all this about?"
"Mrs. Summers my name is Off—" He bit his lower lip, dazed inside of her eyes, "James. My name is James. I've come here to talk to you about yer husband."
She narrowed her eyes and looked past him, wondering where Alex had went, "James, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
He frowned, "The night's previous events, lady. The explosion, an' the fact that he's got tape over his eyes to keep 'im from blowin' up this whole hospital."
"I would really feel more comfortable talking about this when my brother in law gets back. He should be here any minute and I--."
"I don't have time for that, Mrs. Summers." He said impatiently.
She swallowed, "What is it that you want to do?"
"The government is concerned about his welfare." He began in a low tone, "And all we want to do is help you, and your family. You have children?"
Her shoulders slumped and she nodded slowly, "Five, I mean, four."
He stared at her for a moment, and sighed, "Come with me." Jean nodded again and took his arm as he led her to a pair of hospital chairs.
He promised her that it would only be for a short while. He promised her that it was only an observation.
He promised her it was for their own good.
And after Officer Logan had finished, Jean fell into his arms, sobbing as she reluctantly agreed. He held her tight in them, feeling low, but powerful at the same time with the beautiful woman in his arms, and nodded towards his men who had entered the hospital. They walked into Scott's room, and wheeled him on a gurney out into the hall without Jean noticing.
Officer Logan sighed and uncomfortably shifted beneath the woman.
He was nearly positive she would never see her husband again.
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The merlot was gone. The wine was gone. The beer was gone. The vodka was gone. The rum was gone. The gin was gone. Even the champagne was gone.
There wasn't a single drop of alcohol left in the house, and Mary didn't feel drunk at all.
Ororo, Lorna and her had spent the entire night cozying up by Jean's fire, waiting and wondering for a phone call. They all still had glasses clutched in their hands, dripping with more mixtures of alcohol than they could count. It had been Ororo who suggested finishing off the Merlot to calm Lorna's nerves, but it had been Mary who insisted on drinking just about everything else.
She needed to relax. She _wanted_ to relax, but sitting there in the cushy armchair, her Emerald eyes bright on Ororo, she couldn't. The hairs on the back of her neck were still standing up.
Remy.
She tightened her grip on the armrests.
He had lied to her.
Worse than that!
He had lied to her, and deceived her.
He had . . . She inhaled sharply, taken advantage of her. Afterall, he could tell, she knew he could tell, men like that always could. She knew herself, that from the minute she laid eyes on him, she probably made it blatantly obvious that he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. She snorted. He was the most attractive _human being_, she had ever seen, and going through the animal kingdom and all of the plants she knew, it would be safe to say that he was the most attractive out of all of them, too. Her knees had weakened for him, and when he opened his soft lips to speak, emitting the syrupy low tone of an effortlessly charming man, the kind of voice she only read about in her romance novels, she nearly passed out. Aside from being gorgeous, though, there was something else. There was another reason she had wanted him around. Another reason that she had broken her lawful vows to house him. She liked him. She bit her lower lip, swallowing. He was sweet, and funny, and charming, and he knew how to make her smile just by raising an eyebrow. She didn't know how she could have so much of an opinion on someone after knowing him for not even a week, but she did.
She sighed. "Love at first sight" was another thing she only _read_ about.
Mary gasped, sitting straighter in her chair.
Love?
She didn't love him! She hated him!
She narrowed her eyes again, staring back at Ororo. She hated every lying piece of him. Every false he whispered to her in his deep silky voice, and every promise he made her break with his devastating gaze. She hated every single shiver he sent down her spine, and every smile she got when he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Mary?" Her head shot up at the sound of Lorna's question, "I asked, are you finished with that?"
Mary looked down at her glass and nodded, handing it to the taller woman before her. Lorna took the glass and headed for the kitchen, letting out a surprised gasp when the phone rang.
She ran to it, "Hello?!" She asked, clutching the receiver. Mary and Ororo sat up straighter in their chairs, frowning slightly. They relaxed when Lorna breathed Alex's name, though, letting her own shoulders drop as she leaned against the wall.
"What's going on?"
'Scottie's still sleeping, they gave him drugs.'
"What happened tonight, Al', please tell me."
There was a tensed pause.
'I can't Lorna, not here, and not with Ororo there.'
"Mary got here, too."
'She did? Good, I'll tell Jean, she was worried. You might as well tell Mary to head home, and drive Ro' back to our place.'
"What about the kids?"
'Theresa's shift doesn't end until midnight, she can keep them until then, and then you can pick them up and take them back to the house if we're not back.'
"Alright. You don't think you'll be back by then?"
'I don't know, Lorna, I really don't. I should go find Jean. I'll call you later, love.'
"Okay, bye . . ." Lorna hung up the phone on the wall and sighed, shaking her head. She turned back to the girls, "Mary, you should go home. I'm going to drive Ro' home, there isn't much we can do."
Mary nodded and got to her feet, "Ah just wish there was somethin' ah could do."
She gave her a weak smile, "Me too." Mary walked to the hall and grabbed her coat, mumbling quick "goodbyes" to both women before stepping back out into the snow. She paused for a moment, feeling like she was forgetting something, but pressed on anyway.
She could see her house from where she was standing in the deep know. His light was on, shining bright in the highest room, and Mary narrowed her eyes at it.
She quickened her pace until she was running, tears in her eyes, and soon she reached the front door. She swung it open, and it slammed shut with a loud BANG. Her heart was pounding as she raced up the steps.
Mary swallowed once more before she reached for the doorknob, and swung open the guest room door.
She snorted. He was standing there, a few feet away from the door. He stared out at her from under the auburn locks that framed his face, and she felt her heart do a little pitter-patter.
He narrowed his eyes, smiling softly, "Y'back early, chere. What yeh doin' home?"
"This is mah house!" She cried, her green eyes blazing and her hands balled into fists, "An' unlahk yoahself, Ah actually live here!"
He frowned at her harsh tone, and put his hands up, "What's goin' on, chere? Y'want Gambit t'leave?"
"Yes." She spat, "Ah want Gambit ta'leave." She narrowed her eyes, "Ah want him ta'get his lyin', cheatin' ass outtah mah house! Yah think yah can handle that?! Or do ah have to call the police?"
His frown deepened and he narrowed his fiery eyes, "What's de sudden change o'heart, chere, nervous dat y'husband might find out 'bout yeh feelin's fo' me?"
She snorted, "_Mah_ feelin's, Remy? _Mahne_!? What about yoahs? Yah feelin' guilty fa'nearly kissin' me when yah had a wahfe at home all this time? Takin' advantage of me?"
He froze, his eyes widening. Caught. "Mary..."
She shook her head, walking over to the closet and reaching for his prison uniform. She threw it at him violently, along with his hard shoes, "Just leave, Remy... ah don't wanna see yoah face no more! Ah am an officer of tha'state of Pennsylvania, yah shouldah never came her in tha'first place." She spun around; her eyes wet and fiery, "Go back to yoah wahfe."
"I don' kno' how yeh found out about dat, chere, but Ororo's not m'wfe, an I--"
"A Fiancé is tha'same thing." She said haughtily, interrupting him, "It's the same commitment."
He frowned at her, "An' I never took advantage of you."
"No, stayin' in mah house while yah got one of yah own is perfectly normal. Especially considerin' we never met before that naht in tha'prison, an' that yah had 'Ro waitin' for yah for all this tahme."
"Well maybe dere's somethin' there I don' want t'go back to." He said, looking away. He frowned, glancing at her, "Or maybe dere was somethin' else dat led me here."
Her features softened, though he could tell she was still angry, "Why would anythin' lead yah here, Remy?"
He turned to face her, "Aside from yeh, chere?"
Her frown disappeared, and her eyebrows knitted together, "What?"
He walked to her, and smiled down at her, his dark shaggy hair falling before his eyes, "Maybe I came here t'see you."
Her mouth opened slightly, and the sharp look in her eyes disappeared, "Remy..."
"What?"
She frowned, suddenly looking down and taking a step back, "Ah'm married, an' an officer of tha'court." She swallowed, her voice getting stronger as she looked back up at him, "An officer of tha' court of tha' state of Pennsylvania. An' you are a convicted fugitive who belongs on death row... Yah a criminal an' ah kept yah in mah home!"
He frowned, cocking his head to the side, "I don' t'ink it was de cop side of yeh dat let me stay here, chere."
"Was it tha'wahfe side? Tha'mother?" She shook her head, "Ah'm terrible in all three counts now."
"An' what makes yeh a terrible mother, p'tit?" He asked softly, frowning at her, "An' y'din' do anyt'in wit me, yeh not a terrible wife, neither."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide as they stared into his, "Ah didn't do anythin' with yah physically, Remy... mah heart's a different story."
He smiled weakly, closing the gap between them once more, "What's dat mean, chere?"
She frowned sadly, her eyes not leaving his, "Ah... ah'm mar—"
"Shh," He put his fingers to her lips, "Lets forget 'bout dat." He leaned down closer to her, his long bangs shrouding their faces in shadow, "Y'jus' wanna tell me how y'feel, Mary?" She shook her head no, and he smiled, "I don' want t'make yeh do somethin' y'don' wanna do." He leaned even further, his lips inches from hers, "An' I don' wanna have t'leave."
She shook her head, his breath hot against hers, looking down, "Yah hurt me... yah lied to me."
His features softened, "I'm sorry 'bout dat."
"Why didn' yah tell me about her?" She asked, looking back into his eyes again.
"I didn't want t'leave," He frowned, "I didn't want t'leave yeh..."
She put her hand on his cheek, and pressed her forehead against his, "I didn't want yah ta'leave, either." She whispered, tilting her chin up, "Still don't." She didn't hesitate for a second, and pressed her lips against his.
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~haHA!
-Foo
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~* xxFleurdelysxx
Ahh, M'dearest Fleur . . . how long has it been? What? Just yesterday? Oh, nope, I'm talking to actually WHILE I write this. So, in theory, I could just answer all of your questions and comments here, and no doubt I already have. But what the hey, I need filler, and adding reviewers as credible as you makes me look popular! Yay! *NOTE TO READERS* Take advice from mon bon amie here . . . complimenting Foo is a GREAT way to start a review. Ah, comments, and questions. Yes, _of course_ we have a sweet Remy. He's adorable when he's sweet, and I've had so much practice writing thoughts and shit, that it just made sense to plug in some fluffy fonts. This _is_ a romance, after all. FOO CAN WRITE ROMANCE! SHE CAN! *cough* and that's exactly why she's enlisting you to write her smut! Hehehe. Powers. Ahh. Powers. The joy of MUTANTNESS. I can't tell you, it would be too nice, and we all know that Foo is evil. So you shall just have to _wait_ and _wonder_. A hint, though, is Foo herself, who is EVIL, and doesn't like straight fluff. Which means . . . this story will have a _plot_, which means I need conflict . . . *sinister smile*. All will be revealed in due time! Nathalie is very cute : P if not a _bit_ bratty. Sweet kid, though, and it's a shame that her mommy and daddy are in a bad place right now. I don't like 'Ro, so naturally I'm gonna hurt her, though, I _am_ growing to like this one. And nope, no Belle, I've OD'd on assassins and thieves, etc. I stuck with home-grown Xmen for this one. Ororo cares about him a lot, and he's her best friend in the world, and always will be. But I think that they both have their feelings confused. She loves him more than he loves her, but I don't think either are in love for the right reasons. Ahh that's all? Hehe, thanks for the great LONG review! CROSSOVER ROCKS!
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Hehehe, everyone likes Natalie! And thanks for telling me it was worth the wait! Let's hope this one was too?? Haha, yup, Jean and Scott are like rabbits *giggle*. Nate's from a previous relationship, though, which explains why he is so much older. Nate Grey *chuckle*, Rachel Summers, Jacob Summers, and Seth Summers, and then there's new baby . . . god damn! Yer right! That's a lot of kids! And a HELL of a lot of summer's!!! Ha, yes, remember, patience is a virtue, and you certainly need a lot of it when it comes to Foo. Bobby never made it to the Summers'! At least not _yet_, *evil laugh*. SHAME ON MARY TIMES A BILLION! BUT YAAAAAAY! SMUT! Hahahahahahaha Thanks for the review!
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Haha, thanks! I looooove new readers, and as long as you don't run away after reading this, all should be well. *chuckle*. Alright! Look! A question! As you can tell, there is mutant unrest in this story. They aren't discussed or mentioned, and these people aren't mutants (at least not that you know of) or Xmen, because on the whole, the world is blissfully unaware of mutants. Mutant laws are a bit different from Marvel's, too. Your powers don't necessarily come out at puberty, they can happen at any time, which is part of the reason they're so frightening. Scientists who are researching them, like Logan's weird boss, don't really _know_ much about it all. More references to mutants? Lorna's green hair, Remy blowing up the bars, the mutant testing with "Ms. Blair" and "Blob", Logan and his mysterious boss, mysterious boss and Logan referring to Ororo as "the storm", Remy's reference to "wrongful imprisonment", Remy describing what had happened to his cellmate, Lorna talking about Remy's "wrongful imprisonment", Jean's insistence for Lorna and 'Ro to stay behind. And in this chapter, Scott being taken away, Jean's question to Alex, and Logan's strange appearance at the hospital. This story, despite being a romance, has a _lot_ to do with mutants and how their discovery rocks the foundation of this small town. The psychos who are involved in it, the mutants who are scared and alone and the gallant people who are trying to protect them. Morlocks will make an appearance (despite me thinking they're really gross) and so will Charles Xavier. This is only the beginning! So keep reading!!
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*waves her gold star proudly in the air* Thank yah, darlin'! I always liked gold . . . _shiney_ . . . *snaps back into reality*. Right! Review! Review comments! Yes, things are certainly falling apart. Mutantness is becoming more important in the story (though it still hasn't affected our couple, *wink*wink*) and SECRETS are being revealed. As you can tell, things really went haywire in this chapter, and the next chapter is really an official TURNING POINT in the story. It's a special chapter, and you'll see why. There's no turning back after it. *grins and tosses bobby and 'ro into the trash* And yup, bobby found out, and yup remy and rogue kissed, and yup, the world as they know it is coming to an end. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Haha! And YES! SHOUT IT LOUD AND SHOUT IT PROUD! REMY HAD A TEA PARTY!! Ahhh calm down foo : P, and yes, the next chapter *bursts out into hysterical giggling* alright, I _suppose_ you could call it Romyness . . .
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Danke. Love new readers as I mentioned before! Thanks for the review!!
~*Rogue4787
Sexual tension GALORE, darlin', and now it's just EXPLODING! SPILLING OVER THE TOP! KABOW!!!!!! Yup yup. Action out, emotion IN, ha, not really, because after the next 1 (maybe 2) emotional chapters, we're switching right back into action fun fun. I changed everything! My plot! Where is my plot!? AHH! WHAT AM I GONNA DO!? *phew* mini-breakdown there, sorry, *chuckles*. I really don't know what's going to happen. I want this to stay true to the title, and true to the summary, and true to the fact that it's a romance, and fight all my basic foo instincts to shove action and a villain in. We can see if it works, or if Foo is a good enough writer to write an AWESOME story with both . . . can I do it? Let's hope so! Sorry for the wait! Thanks for the review!!!
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*phew*
oh gosh
it's been since November
oh gosh
I'm sorry
I didn't mean to
I just . . . got . . .
Sidetracked.
*chuckles nervously*
I better not say anything . . . just let you read while I hang my head in shame
(and this is a good one, I promise)
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Torn
Chapter 6.
Caught
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Remy jumped when he heard a loud "BANG" sound from downstairs. He leapt out of bed and ran for the door. His hand was only inches from the knob when it swung open in his face. He ducked back, excellent reflexes protecting him from a bloody nose, and narrowed his eyes, smiling softly, "Y'back early, chere. What yeh doin' home?"
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Bobby's hands were gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles had begun to turn white. His eyes were fixated on an unseen point, silently seething. The only sounds in the car being the windshield wipers and his unnaturally calm breathing.
He had been sitting there for an hour, letting the snow pile up on the green SUV as he waited outside of Commissioner Cassidy's house. His cell phone was sitting on the chill passenger seat beside him.
It hadn't rung once.
In fact, no one at Scott or Jean's seemed to notice he was missing.
He dug his nails further into the steering wheel, blood drawing in his mouth as he tried to get rid of the ringing in his ears.
Not even his wife.
He spat.
His lying, cheating wife.
No. He couldn't say she cheated. He didn't know that. But he knew she lied. It took all of 30 seconds to apply the information Commissioner Cassidy had given him to the current situation he found himself in, and all of 60 to connect the dots.
And figure out just who the hell this 'college friend' was.
~ one hour earlier ~
"Sit down, Robert." Commissioner Cassidy said slowly, his thick brow knitting in concern as he stared at the man across from him.
Bobby nodded and sat down in one of the cushy armchairs, his back tensing at the urgency in Commissioner Cassidy's voice. He managed a weak smile, though, "Call me Bobby, Sean, I must have told you a thousand times by now."
Sean sighed and nodded, "Bobby, right, sorry, things have just been pretty _serious_ lately. I'm a little concerned to hear that Mary hasn't mentioned that morning at the prison."
Bobby frowned, and laced his fingers together, leaning forward, "Why? Did something happen?"
Sean nodded, "I wasn't there, personally, but the situation was reported by both the state prison's officers, and officer Bishop, Luke. It seems Mary had an altercation with the prisoner she and Luke had admitted earlier that day. She was rescued by a.. . ." He frowned, his eyes roaming up to the ceiling as his brow furrowed in thought, "I'm trying to recall the name."
Bobby nodded, his fingers gripping the armrest as he waited impatiently.
"Yes. Prisoner LeBeau I think. A Remy LeBeau in for—"
Bobby's eyes widened as he sat up very straight in his chair, "LeBeau?" He interrupted, "Remy LeBeau?!"
"Bobby, what's the matter . . .?" Sean began, frowning, but he saw the strange look in Bobby's eyes stopped.
"Tell me everything, Sean. Don't leave out a single detail."
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"Shh, baby, you're fine." Scott moaned as his wife whispered soothing words in his ear, running her hand over his forehead and softly kissing his temple. She shot Alex a worried look, and he swallowed, his back stiffening against the wall, but he managed to give her a weak smile. Tears sprung into Jean's eyes and she inhaled sharply, "What happened, slim?" She asked in her soft voice, "You're eyes . . . what was it?" He coughed, and blinked, but Jean saw red and she put her hands over his eyes, "Don't do that." She said quietly.
He nodded, pursing his lips, "It burns, Jean. It burns."
She looked back up at Alex, her hand tightening in Scott's as she brought his knuckles up her lips. "Do you think it's . . .?" She asked.
Alex nodded, "I know it."
Jean leaned forward over her husband, laying her head on his chest. She was happy he couldn't open his eyes, that way he couldn't see her cry.
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Nathalie frowned, tutting and wagging her finger at the small brown-haired boy. He stared up at her with wide green eyes, confused, and she sighed, pointing to the tiny snowman she had grown so attached to, "This is _my_ Icy, Jakey, _not_ _yours_." He didn't seem to like that, and reached for the toy again, snatching it from her and nearly ripping off the arm, "No Jakey!" She screamed, but the three year old was pretty strong.
Nate snorted at the scene, hugging his knees closer to his chest as he gazed out the window. He narrowed his eyes at the snowman they had made earlier that night, the hat had fallen off of it, and was now laying on its side in the snow. He sighed. He was sick of being stuck in babysitting with his younger siblings, he could take care of himself. His parents were more comfortable, though, having him there with Theresa than home with them, or home at all. He sighed, shutting his eyes. He wasn't in the best mood. Nathalie screamed again, and baby Seth started to cry. It was chaotic, with Rachel laughing hysterically in the corner and Theresa trying to hush them all. He wondered for a minute or two how she did it, but then went back to gazing out the window.
He didn't notice Nathalie mosey over to him, until she was about two inches from his face.
"Boo."
"Ah!" He yelled, jumping slightly and glaring at her, "What'd you do that for?"
She giggled, putting her hand over her mouth, "Jakey's in time out. Do you wanna play with me and Icy?" He frowned and shook his head. "Why not?" She whined.
Nate didn't respond, concentrating on the hat outside and watching it collect snow, and Nathalie crawled up to sit next to him.
"I like the snow." She said softly, staring out at it, "Winter's much nicer than summer, don't yah think?"
He shrugged, "I don't know. I guess so."
She smiled, "My daddy takes me out in the snow all the time . . . does your daddy do that?"
He shook his head, "I don't have a daddy."
"What about Uncle Scott?"
He sighed, "Scott's my step-dad, and he's nice, but he's not my father."
"Oh . . ." She bit her lower lip, and frowned, "Well . . . I'm sure if you _did_ have a daddy, he'd take you out in the snow." She looked down at her hands after she said that, and looked up, smiling.
"Thanks Nat'."
She grinned, and looked back out the window, "You're welcome." Her eyes widened, and she looked back at him when she saw the hat sitting back atop their snowman's head.
The corners of his lips turned up, but he didn't turn away from the window.
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Logan signaled to the officers behind him, before turning and walking up the steps of the emergency ward. They were instructed to wait 5 minutes for him to assess the situation, and then proceed to enter the building.
The subject was suspected to be sleeping.
He sighed, flaring his nostrils as he entered the large doors and brushed past a few shrieking nurses. He approached the large hospital desk, and frowned at the woman sitting behind it, filing her nails.
He cleared his throat, and she looked up. She had beady brown eyes and thick dark eyebrows, "Yes?"
Logan flashed his badge, "A patient named Scott Summers? He was brought in here with severe damage to his eyes."
The woman glanced down at the computer screen and nodded, "Room 326 . . . the doctors . . . what's this about?"
He snorted, and turned away, not answering her. He didn't have any time to waste. He walked quickly down the halls until he got right outside of room 326, his frown deepening as he wondered why his boss had been so adamant about this particular subject. He raised his fist to knock on the door, but it opened and a tall blonde man walked out. There were tears in his eyes and he mumbled an "excuse me". Logan raised his eyebrows, and walked into the room.
His eyes grew wide.
There was a woman sitting on the chair, not facing him, with her cheek pressed against the unconscious man's stomach. She had long red hair that fanned out across the hospital sheets, hiding her face, but Logan could tell she was beautiful.
He smiled softly.
Red-heads always were.
He cleared his throat again, and she looked up, emerald eyes shining red with tears. She jumped slightly as he entered, and smoothed back her hair, wiping at her cheeks.
"Yes? Are you a doctor?"
He shook his head no, "Will you step outside with me, ma'am?"
"If you're not a doctor, no." She frowned, "Who are you?"
He showed her his badge, "M'with the government. Please, Mrs. Summers."
She sighed and nodded, getting to her feet. She glanced back at her husband before following him out the door. "Alright." She sighed, "What's all this about?"
"Mrs. Summers my name is Off—" He bit his lower lip, dazed inside of her eyes, "James. My name is James. I've come here to talk to you about yer husband."
She narrowed her eyes and looked past him, wondering where Alex had went, "James, I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about."
He frowned, "The night's previous events, lady. The explosion, an' the fact that he's got tape over his eyes to keep 'im from blowin' up this whole hospital."
"I would really feel more comfortable talking about this when my brother in law gets back. He should be here any minute and I--."
"I don't have time for that, Mrs. Summers." He said impatiently.
She swallowed, "What is it that you want to do?"
"The government is concerned about his welfare." He began in a low tone, "And all we want to do is help you, and your family. You have children?"
Her shoulders slumped and she nodded slowly, "Five, I mean, four."
He stared at her for a moment, and sighed, "Come with me." Jean nodded again and took his arm as he led her to a pair of hospital chairs.
He promised her that it would only be for a short while. He promised her that it was only an observation.
He promised her it was for their own good.
And after Officer Logan had finished, Jean fell into his arms, sobbing as she reluctantly agreed. He held her tight in them, feeling low, but powerful at the same time with the beautiful woman in his arms, and nodded towards his men who had entered the hospital. They walked into Scott's room, and wheeled him on a gurney out into the hall without Jean noticing.
Officer Logan sighed and uncomfortably shifted beneath the woman.
He was nearly positive she would never see her husband again.
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The merlot was gone. The wine was gone. The beer was gone. The vodka was gone. The rum was gone. The gin was gone. Even the champagne was gone.
There wasn't a single drop of alcohol left in the house, and Mary didn't feel drunk at all.
Ororo, Lorna and her had spent the entire night cozying up by Jean's fire, waiting and wondering for a phone call. They all still had glasses clutched in their hands, dripping with more mixtures of alcohol than they could count. It had been Ororo who suggested finishing off the Merlot to calm Lorna's nerves, but it had been Mary who insisted on drinking just about everything else.
She needed to relax. She _wanted_ to relax, but sitting there in the cushy armchair, her Emerald eyes bright on Ororo, she couldn't. The hairs on the back of her neck were still standing up.
Remy.
She tightened her grip on the armrests.
He had lied to her.
Worse than that!
He had lied to her, and deceived her.
He had . . . She inhaled sharply, taken advantage of her. Afterall, he could tell, she knew he could tell, men like that always could. She knew herself, that from the minute she laid eyes on him, she probably made it blatantly obvious that he was the most attractive man she had ever seen. She snorted. He was the most attractive _human being_, she had ever seen, and going through the animal kingdom and all of the plants she knew, it would be safe to say that he was the most attractive out of all of them, too. Her knees had weakened for him, and when he opened his soft lips to speak, emitting the syrupy low tone of an effortlessly charming man, the kind of voice she only read about in her romance novels, she nearly passed out. Aside from being gorgeous, though, there was something else. There was another reason she had wanted him around. Another reason that she had broken her lawful vows to house him. She liked him. She bit her lower lip, swallowing. He was sweet, and funny, and charming, and he knew how to make her smile just by raising an eyebrow. She didn't know how she could have so much of an opinion on someone after knowing him for not even a week, but she did.
She sighed. "Love at first sight" was another thing she only _read_ about.
Mary gasped, sitting straighter in her chair.
Love?
She didn't love him! She hated him!
She narrowed her eyes again, staring back at Ororo. She hated every lying piece of him. Every false he whispered to her in his deep silky voice, and every promise he made her break with his devastating gaze. She hated every single shiver he sent down her spine, and every smile she got when he raised his eyebrows at her.
"Mary?" Her head shot up at the sound of Lorna's question, "I asked, are you finished with that?"
Mary looked down at her glass and nodded, handing it to the taller woman before her. Lorna took the glass and headed for the kitchen, letting out a surprised gasp when the phone rang.
She ran to it, "Hello?!" She asked, clutching the receiver. Mary and Ororo sat up straighter in their chairs, frowning slightly. They relaxed when Lorna breathed Alex's name, though, letting her own shoulders drop as she leaned against the wall.
"What's going on?"
'Scottie's still sleeping, they gave him drugs.'
"What happened tonight, Al', please tell me."
There was a tensed pause.
'I can't Lorna, not here, and not with Ororo there.'
"Mary got here, too."
'She did? Good, I'll tell Jean, she was worried. You might as well tell Mary to head home, and drive Ro' back to our place.'
"What about the kids?"
'Theresa's shift doesn't end until midnight, she can keep them until then, and then you can pick them up and take them back to the house if we're not back.'
"Alright. You don't think you'll be back by then?"
'I don't know, Lorna, I really don't. I should go find Jean. I'll call you later, love.'
"Okay, bye . . ." Lorna hung up the phone on the wall and sighed, shaking her head. She turned back to the girls, "Mary, you should go home. I'm going to drive Ro' home, there isn't much we can do."
Mary nodded and got to her feet, "Ah just wish there was somethin' ah could do."
She gave her a weak smile, "Me too." Mary walked to the hall and grabbed her coat, mumbling quick "goodbyes" to both women before stepping back out into the snow. She paused for a moment, feeling like she was forgetting something, but pressed on anyway.
She could see her house from where she was standing in the deep know. His light was on, shining bright in the highest room, and Mary narrowed her eyes at it.
She quickened her pace until she was running, tears in her eyes, and soon she reached the front door. She swung it open, and it slammed shut with a loud BANG. Her heart was pounding as she raced up the steps.
Mary swallowed once more before she reached for the doorknob, and swung open the guest room door.
She snorted. He was standing there, a few feet away from the door. He stared out at her from under the auburn locks that framed his face, and she felt her heart do a little pitter-patter.
He narrowed his eyes, smiling softly, "Y'back early, chere. What yeh doin' home?"
"This is mah house!" She cried, her green eyes blazing and her hands balled into fists, "An' unlahk yoahself, Ah actually live here!"
He frowned at her harsh tone, and put his hands up, "What's goin' on, chere? Y'want Gambit t'leave?"
"Yes." She spat, "Ah want Gambit ta'leave." She narrowed her eyes, "Ah want him ta'get his lyin', cheatin' ass outtah mah house! Yah think yah can handle that?! Or do ah have to call the police?"
His frown deepened and he narrowed his fiery eyes, "What's de sudden change o'heart, chere, nervous dat y'husband might find out 'bout yeh feelin's fo' me?"
She snorted, "_Mah_ feelin's, Remy? _Mahne_!? What about yoahs? Yah feelin' guilty fa'nearly kissin' me when yah had a wahfe at home all this time? Takin' advantage of me?"
He froze, his eyes widening. Caught. "Mary..."
She shook her head, walking over to the closet and reaching for his prison uniform. She threw it at him violently, along with his hard shoes, "Just leave, Remy... ah don't wanna see yoah face no more! Ah am an officer of tha'state of Pennsylvania, yah shouldah never came her in tha'first place." She spun around; her eyes wet and fiery, "Go back to yoah wahfe."
"I don' kno' how yeh found out about dat, chere, but Ororo's not m'wfe, an I--"
"A Fiancé is tha'same thing." She said haughtily, interrupting him, "It's the same commitment."
He frowned at her, "An' I never took advantage of you."
"No, stayin' in mah house while yah got one of yah own is perfectly normal. Especially considerin' we never met before that naht in tha'prison, an' that yah had 'Ro waitin' for yah for all this tahme."
"Well maybe dere's somethin' there I don' want t'go back to." He said, looking away. He frowned, glancing at her, "Or maybe dere was somethin' else dat led me here."
Her features softened, though he could tell she was still angry, "Why would anythin' lead yah here, Remy?"
He turned to face her, "Aside from yeh, chere?"
Her frown disappeared, and her eyebrows knitted together, "What?"
He walked to her, and smiled down at her, his dark shaggy hair falling before his eyes, "Maybe I came here t'see you."
Her mouth opened slightly, and the sharp look in her eyes disappeared, "Remy..."
"What?"
She frowned, suddenly looking down and taking a step back, "Ah'm married, an' an officer of tha'court." She swallowed, her voice getting stronger as she looked back up at him, "An officer of tha' court of tha' state of Pennsylvania. An' you are a convicted fugitive who belongs on death row... Yah a criminal an' ah kept yah in mah home!"
He frowned, cocking his head to the side, "I don' t'ink it was de cop side of yeh dat let me stay here, chere."
"Was it tha'wahfe side? Tha'mother?" She shook her head, "Ah'm terrible in all three counts now."
"An' what makes yeh a terrible mother, p'tit?" He asked softly, frowning at her, "An' y'din' do anyt'in wit me, yeh not a terrible wife, neither."
She looked up at him, her eyes wide as they stared into his, "Ah didn't do anythin' with yah physically, Remy... mah heart's a different story."
He smiled weakly, closing the gap between them once more, "What's dat mean, chere?"
She frowned sadly, her eyes not leaving his, "Ah... ah'm mar—"
"Shh," He put his fingers to her lips, "Lets forget 'bout dat." He leaned down closer to her, his long bangs shrouding their faces in shadow, "Y'jus' wanna tell me how y'feel, Mary?" She shook her head no, and he smiled, "I don' want t'make yeh do somethin' y'don' wanna do." He leaned even further, his lips inches from hers, "An' I don' wanna have t'leave."
She shook her head, his breath hot against hers, looking down, "Yah hurt me... yah lied to me."
His features softened, "I'm sorry 'bout dat."
"Why didn' yah tell me about her?" She asked, looking back into his eyes again.
"I didn't want t'leave," He frowned, "I didn't want t'leave yeh..."
She put her hand on his cheek, and pressed her forehead against his, "I didn't want yah ta'leave, either." She whispered, tilting her chin up, "Still don't." She didn't hesitate for a second, and pressed her lips against his.
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~* xxFleurdelysxx
Ahh, M'dearest Fleur . . . how long has it been? What? Just yesterday? Oh, nope, I'm talking to actually WHILE I write this. So, in theory, I could just answer all of your questions and comments here, and no doubt I already have. But what the hey, I need filler, and adding reviewers as credible as you makes me look popular! Yay! *NOTE TO READERS* Take advice from mon bon amie here . . . complimenting Foo is a GREAT way to start a review. Ah, comments, and questions. Yes, _of course_ we have a sweet Remy. He's adorable when he's sweet, and I've had so much practice writing thoughts and shit, that it just made sense to plug in some fluffy fonts. This _is_ a romance, after all. FOO CAN WRITE ROMANCE! SHE CAN! *cough* and that's exactly why she's enlisting you to write her smut! Hehehe. Powers. Ahh. Powers. The joy of MUTANTNESS. I can't tell you, it would be too nice, and we all know that Foo is evil. So you shall just have to _wait_ and _wonder_. A hint, though, is Foo herself, who is EVIL, and doesn't like straight fluff. Which means . . . this story will have a _plot_, which means I need conflict . . . *sinister smile*. All will be revealed in due time! Nathalie is very cute : P if not a _bit_ bratty. Sweet kid, though, and it's a shame that her mommy and daddy are in a bad place right now. I don't like 'Ro, so naturally I'm gonna hurt her, though, I _am_ growing to like this one. And nope, no Belle, I've OD'd on assassins and thieves, etc. I stuck with home-grown Xmen for this one. Ororo cares about him a lot, and he's her best friend in the world, and always will be. But I think that they both have their feelings confused. She loves him more than he loves her, but I don't think either are in love for the right reasons. Ahh that's all? Hehe, thanks for the great LONG review! CROSSOVER ROCKS!
~*VA-river-gal
Hehehe, everyone likes Natalie! And thanks for telling me it was worth the wait! Let's hope this one was too?? Haha, yup, Jean and Scott are like rabbits *giggle*. Nate's from a previous relationship, though, which explains why he is so much older. Nate Grey *chuckle*, Rachel Summers, Jacob Summers, and Seth Summers, and then there's new baby . . . god damn! Yer right! That's a lot of kids! And a HELL of a lot of summer's!!! Ha, yes, remember, patience is a virtue, and you certainly need a lot of it when it comes to Foo. Bobby never made it to the Summers'! At least not _yet_, *evil laugh*. SHAME ON MARY TIMES A BILLION! BUT YAAAAAAY! SMUT! Hahahahahahaha Thanks for the review!
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T.! You LAUGHED! Yay! *does happy dance* Why did I not update sooner!? I want more capital letters and laughs from you!! Thanks for the review! And the LAUGH!
~*roguelebeau003xx ()
Haha, thanks! I looooove new readers, and as long as you don't run away after reading this, all should be well. *chuckle*. Alright! Look! A question! As you can tell, there is mutant unrest in this story. They aren't discussed or mentioned, and these people aren't mutants (at least not that you know of) or Xmen, because on the whole, the world is blissfully unaware of mutants. Mutant laws are a bit different from Marvel's, too. Your powers don't necessarily come out at puberty, they can happen at any time, which is part of the reason they're so frightening. Scientists who are researching them, like Logan's weird boss, don't really _know_ much about it all. More references to mutants? Lorna's green hair, Remy blowing up the bars, the mutant testing with "Ms. Blair" and "Blob", Logan and his mysterious boss, mysterious boss and Logan referring to Ororo as "the storm", Remy's reference to "wrongful imprisonment", Remy describing what had happened to his cellmate, Lorna talking about Remy's "wrongful imprisonment", Jean's insistence for Lorna and 'Ro to stay behind. And in this chapter, Scott being taken away, Jean's question to Alex, and Logan's strange appearance at the hospital. This story, despite being a romance, has a _lot_ to do with mutants and how their discovery rocks the foundation of this small town. The psychos who are involved in it, the mutants who are scared and alone and the gallant people who are trying to protect them. Morlocks will make an appearance (despite me thinking they're really gross) and so will Charles Xavier. This is only the beginning! So keep reading!!
~*ishandahalf
*waves her gold star proudly in the air* Thank yah, darlin'! I always liked gold . . . _shiney_ . . . *snaps back into reality*. Right! Review! Review comments! Yes, things are certainly falling apart. Mutantness is becoming more important in the story (though it still hasn't affected our couple, *wink*wink*) and SECRETS are being revealed. As you can tell, things really went haywire in this chapter, and the next chapter is really an official TURNING POINT in the story. It's a special chapter, and you'll see why. There's no turning back after it. *grins and tosses bobby and 'ro into the trash* And yup, bobby found out, and yup remy and rogue kissed, and yup, the world as they know it is coming to an end. MUAHAHAHAHAHA! Haha! And YES! SHOUT IT LOUD AND SHOUT IT PROUD! REMY HAD A TEA PARTY!! Ahhh calm down foo : P, and yes, the next chapter *bursts out into hysterical giggling* alright, I _suppose_ you could call it Romyness . . .
~*The Rogue Cajun
Danke. Love new readers as I mentioned before! Thanks for the review!!
~*Rogue4787
Sexual tension GALORE, darlin', and now it's just EXPLODING! SPILLING OVER THE TOP! KABOW!!!!!! Yup yup. Action out, emotion IN, ha, not really, because after the next 1 (maybe 2) emotional chapters, we're switching right back into action fun fun. I changed everything! My plot! Where is my plot!? AHH! WHAT AM I GONNA DO!? *phew* mini-breakdown there, sorry, *chuckles*. I really don't know what's going to happen. I want this to stay true to the title, and true to the summary, and true to the fact that it's a romance, and fight all my basic foo instincts to shove action and a villain in. We can see if it works, or if Foo is a good enough writer to write an AWESOME story with both . . . can I do it? Let's hope so! Sorry for the wait! Thanks for the review!!!
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