Prince of Thieves King of Hearts
Chapter 2
Disclaimer- I own nothin
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You know that feeling you get when your sure that everyone is looking at you. Well for Remy it wasn't just a feeling. Every eye in the instiute was upon him as he walked through the large oak doors and into the institute.
Rogue who had finally woken up was standing right beside him but some how that didn't make him feel any better. If anything he felt worse. Here was the person who had trusted him completly trusted him. He had screwed up majorly and yet she still stood by him.
He felt guilty. He didn't deserve her trust. He didn't even trust himself. So why should she?
His feet walked without consulting his brain and before he knew it they were standing outside the professor's office.
Rogue squeased his hand and looked into his eyes.
"Yer gonna be fahne," she told the red and black,"Yer not gettin away from meh this easy."
He laughed slightly and held her close
"I hope y' right chere," he muttered into her hair and kissed the top of her head softly,"I got so much ta lose dis time."
She pulled away to stare at him," Ya'll never lose me Remy," she promised and standing on her tiptoes she kissed his cheek gently.
"Ah love ya Remy,"she whispered walking away to let him face the music.
Remy's hand shot up to the spot she had kissed while he mulled over what she had said. He stood shellshocked for a moment until Logan gave him a sharp nudge and they walked into the professor's office.
***
Rogue sat on her bed pondering what was to become of Remy and seriously pissing off her room mate, Jubilation Lee (known to all as Jubilee) who was trying to find new hair styles.
"Ah mean stealin's not that major a crime is it, sugah? Ah mean out of all the crimes there are , stealin is not that bad. Ah mean he didn't murder anyone or nothin. He just took a few shiny things. Ah'm sure it's not his fault. Ah mean maybe part of his mutation is that he's lahke a magpie. Ya know there attracted to shiny things and they just take them.......He had a bad past! He was brought up in the thieves guild of New Orleans. He was endoctrinated from a young age. ...He ...he ... he..."
"He's gonna be fine , Rogue" Jubilee sighed."Ya know its at times like these I wish I had your power then at least I'd have a way to shut you up."
"Aww don't be like that Jubes," she giggled," ya love meh really sugah."
"What happened to the Rogue that came in with Wolvie 3 years ago and would barely speak to anyone?" Jubilee joked.
Rogue smiled and looked at her best friend. "She fell in love."
***
"YOU STOLE WHAT?"
Wolverine's cry echoed through the halls.
"Razor blades," the Cajun muttered.
A small smile appeared on the professors face.
"Would you care to explain why?" He calmy questioned.
"Well y' see professor it be like dis. Even wit all dis do gooder stuff y' be teachin me Gambit still be a t'ief at heart. Born and bred. Y' see mon pere was d'king of thieves in N'awlins so that make Remy d'Prince. Y' see it be in mon blood. I don't know why Remy did what he did maybe just t' prove he could."
"I see," the professor replied.
" YOU SEE?!?!", yelled Scott from the corner,"Professor , Gambit has been nothin but trouble from the start. He's too old for school. He doesn't teach. All he does is lie around the mansion and then when he screws up you just accept it. What exactly is his purpose?"
There was a silence while everyone in the room tried to figure out if he was talking about Remy or Logan. Even Cyclops wasnt sure himself. Logan smirked slightly. Maybe that was why he warmed to the kid.The professor looked like was mulling something over. Then he finnally spoke.
"Well Scott. I think that that's a great idea."
Everyone looked confused.
"Um excuse me professor?" Cyclops said looking at the professor as if he were mad.
"Well it's simple. Remy needs more responsibility in his life so we make him a teacher."
Now it was Remy's turn to look confused.
"'Cuse me Professor mais Remy non remember agreein t' dis."
"Well think of it as your punishment.Now what can you teach.....hmm...no ...can't do that...oh yes...yes that would be perfect... Mr LeBeau you can teach french."
"What professor you can't be serious."
"But Mr Summers I am indeed very serious. What do you think Mr LeBeau?"
"Merde" was the only word the Cajun had to offer.
Chapter 2
Disclaimer- I own nothin
****
You know that feeling you get when your sure that everyone is looking at you. Well for Remy it wasn't just a feeling. Every eye in the instiute was upon him as he walked through the large oak doors and into the institute.
Rogue who had finally woken up was standing right beside him but some how that didn't make him feel any better. If anything he felt worse. Here was the person who had trusted him completly trusted him. He had screwed up majorly and yet she still stood by him.
He felt guilty. He didn't deserve her trust. He didn't even trust himself. So why should she?
His feet walked without consulting his brain and before he knew it they were standing outside the professor's office.
Rogue squeased his hand and looked into his eyes.
"Yer gonna be fahne," she told the red and black,"Yer not gettin away from meh this easy."
He laughed slightly and held her close
"I hope y' right chere," he muttered into her hair and kissed the top of her head softly,"I got so much ta lose dis time."
She pulled away to stare at him," Ya'll never lose me Remy," she promised and standing on her tiptoes she kissed his cheek gently.
"Ah love ya Remy,"she whispered walking away to let him face the music.
Remy's hand shot up to the spot she had kissed while he mulled over what she had said. He stood shellshocked for a moment until Logan gave him a sharp nudge and they walked into the professor's office.
***
Rogue sat on her bed pondering what was to become of Remy and seriously pissing off her room mate, Jubilation Lee (known to all as Jubilee) who was trying to find new hair styles.
"Ah mean stealin's not that major a crime is it, sugah? Ah mean out of all the crimes there are , stealin is not that bad. Ah mean he didn't murder anyone or nothin. He just took a few shiny things. Ah'm sure it's not his fault. Ah mean maybe part of his mutation is that he's lahke a magpie. Ya know there attracted to shiny things and they just take them.......He had a bad past! He was brought up in the thieves guild of New Orleans. He was endoctrinated from a young age. ...He ...he ... he..."
"He's gonna be fine , Rogue" Jubilee sighed."Ya know its at times like these I wish I had your power then at least I'd have a way to shut you up."
"Aww don't be like that Jubes," she giggled," ya love meh really sugah."
"What happened to the Rogue that came in with Wolvie 3 years ago and would barely speak to anyone?" Jubilee joked.
Rogue smiled and looked at her best friend. "She fell in love."
***
"YOU STOLE WHAT?"
Wolverine's cry echoed through the halls.
"Razor blades," the Cajun muttered.
A small smile appeared on the professors face.
"Would you care to explain why?" He calmy questioned.
"Well y' see professor it be like dis. Even wit all dis do gooder stuff y' be teachin me Gambit still be a t'ief at heart. Born and bred. Y' see mon pere was d'king of thieves in N'awlins so that make Remy d'Prince. Y' see it be in mon blood. I don't know why Remy did what he did maybe just t' prove he could."
"I see," the professor replied.
" YOU SEE?!?!", yelled Scott from the corner,"Professor , Gambit has been nothin but trouble from the start. He's too old for school. He doesn't teach. All he does is lie around the mansion and then when he screws up you just accept it. What exactly is his purpose?"
There was a silence while everyone in the room tried to figure out if he was talking about Remy or Logan. Even Cyclops wasnt sure himself. Logan smirked slightly. Maybe that was why he warmed to the kid.The professor looked like was mulling something over. Then he finnally spoke.
"Well Scott. I think that that's a great idea."
Everyone looked confused.
"Um excuse me professor?" Cyclops said looking at the professor as if he were mad.
"Well it's simple. Remy needs more responsibility in his life so we make him a teacher."
Now it was Remy's turn to look confused.
"'Cuse me Professor mais Remy non remember agreein t' dis."
"Well think of it as your punishment.Now what can you teach.....hmm...no ...can't do that...oh yes...yes that would be perfect... Mr LeBeau you can teach french."
"What professor you can't be serious."
"But Mr Summers I am indeed very serious. What do you think Mr LeBeau?"
"Merde" was the only word the Cajun had to offer.
