Paris
~*~
Sometimes I wonder
How I'd ever make it through
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn't have a clue
Sometimes it seems like this world's closing in on me
And there's no way of breaking free
Then I see you reach out for me, oh
Sometimes I wanna give up
Wanna give in
Wanna quit the fight
Then one look at you baby
Can make everything all right
Make everything all right
When I see you smile
I can face the world
Oh, you know I can do anything
-Uncle Sam
~*~
They were on the plane, Remy in the pilot's seat. Kitty sat in the co- pilot's seat and the others sat behind them. Kitty took a deep breath to calm her rattled nerves. "You okay, ma chérie?" Remy asked looking over at him.
"Rem, he wants us to steal from the Louvre," Kitty whispered shaking her head lightly.
"Oui, dat a problem?"
"Remy, it's the Louvre. One of the biggest museums and probably the most guarded."
Remy nodded. "Oui, but de two of us, petite chat, are invincible. My skills and your powers, it be perfect."
"I'll, like, totally have to take your word for that, Rem," Kitty said slowly. Remy smiled kissing her gently.
"Don' worry." Kitty smiled back as he landed the plane. "Let's go find de hotel." An hour later they stood in the lobby. "Nice, very nice." Magneto had booked rooms for them at the most expensive hotel in Paris.
"Sometimes being the boss' daughter pays off," Wanda smiled looking around herself. They all knew that the only reason that Eric had sent them to such a nice place was because Wanda was going with them.
"Remy," Kitty said. "Stop that."
"What?" he asked looking genuinely confused.
"You're scoping this place out," she said poking him in the chest causing him to raise an eyebrow. "Stop."
He grinned. "Remy can't help it, petite, dis place is just perfect, an' so unguarded..."
"No," Kitty said shouldering her bag.
Remy looked at her pouting. "Please."
"No," she repeated but smiled a little.
Remy sighed. "So, who rooms with who?" he asked after they had retrieved the two room keys.
"Magneto said the shielas share and the two of us share," John pointed out to Remy.
"Oui, but Mags ain't here."
"I'm not sharing with John, Cajun," Wanda said crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Very well," Remy pouted. "Well, let's get to the rooms then meet back here before going out to eat, bon?"
"That's fine," Wanda nodded. The girls got into their room and changed, Kitty into a fluffy pink sweater and a pair of low riding, tight, flared jeans. Wanda got into a black shirt with a low-cut red tank top under it and a short black skirt. Kitty looked at Wanda critically. "What?" Wanda asked irritably.
Kitty shrugged. "Nothing, I was just thinking that you'd really have liked Rogue."
Wanda relaxed. "Oh, well, let's get down there or the guys are going to think I killed you." Kitty smiled as they walked out of the room and back to the lobby. Remy came forward kissing Kitty's cheek.
"Y' look beautiful, as usual," he whispered. John was playing with his lighter when Wanda appeared and almost dropped it at the sight of her long legs left bare by the skirt.
"What?" Wanda asked crossing her arms over her breasts where the pyromaniac's gaze was resting for a second.
"Ummm... you look really nice, luv," John stammered much to Remy's amusement.
"Come on, mes amis, let's go find some food," Remy said. "Remy knows a great restaurant near de first quarter."
At the restaurant
Thanks to Remy's talking the garçon the group got a table almost immediately. Remy had a bottle of wine brought to the table. "To Magneto's credit card," he said raising his glass. The others tapped glasses and took a drink.
"You, like, know that Wanda and I totally aren't legally allowed to drink," Kitty said.
A wicked grin spread across Remy's face. "Shh..." he purred. "Dey don' have ta know about dat."
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Right."
"So, chére, ya want ta take care of our mission tonight?" Remy inquired.
"I guess," Kitty said reluctantly.
"Don' worry, petite, Remy's done dis plenty times."
"You're in good hands, shiela," John nodded. "This is Remy's second forté. His first of course being girls."
"Tais toi!" Remy growled. Kitty giggled softly. They finished dinner and Remy stood holding out a hand to Kitty. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Kitty said letting him pull her to her feet.
~*~
Sometimes I wonder
How I'd ever make it through
Through this world without having you
I just wouldn't have a clue
Sometimes it seems like this world's closing in on me
And there's no way of breaking free
Then I see you reach out for me, oh
Sometimes I wanna give up
Wanna give in
Wanna quit the fight
Then one look at you baby
Can make everything all right
Make everything all right
When I see you smile
I can face the world
Oh, you know I can do anything
-Uncle Sam
~*~
They were on the plane, Remy in the pilot's seat. Kitty sat in the co- pilot's seat and the others sat behind them. Kitty took a deep breath to calm her rattled nerves. "You okay, ma chérie?" Remy asked looking over at him.
"Rem, he wants us to steal from the Louvre," Kitty whispered shaking her head lightly.
"Oui, dat a problem?"
"Remy, it's the Louvre. One of the biggest museums and probably the most guarded."
Remy nodded. "Oui, but de two of us, petite chat, are invincible. My skills and your powers, it be perfect."
"I'll, like, totally have to take your word for that, Rem," Kitty said slowly. Remy smiled kissing her gently.
"Don' worry." Kitty smiled back as he landed the plane. "Let's go find de hotel." An hour later they stood in the lobby. "Nice, very nice." Magneto had booked rooms for them at the most expensive hotel in Paris.
"Sometimes being the boss' daughter pays off," Wanda smiled looking around herself. They all knew that the only reason that Eric had sent them to such a nice place was because Wanda was going with them.
"Remy," Kitty said. "Stop that."
"What?" he asked looking genuinely confused.
"You're scoping this place out," she said poking him in the chest causing him to raise an eyebrow. "Stop."
He grinned. "Remy can't help it, petite, dis place is just perfect, an' so unguarded..."
"No," Kitty said shouldering her bag.
Remy looked at her pouting. "Please."
"No," she repeated but smiled a little.
Remy sighed. "So, who rooms with who?" he asked after they had retrieved the two room keys.
"Magneto said the shielas share and the two of us share," John pointed out to Remy.
"Oui, but Mags ain't here."
"I'm not sharing with John, Cajun," Wanda said crossing her arms and glaring at him.
"Very well," Remy pouted. "Well, let's get to the rooms then meet back here before going out to eat, bon?"
"That's fine," Wanda nodded. The girls got into their room and changed, Kitty into a fluffy pink sweater and a pair of low riding, tight, flared jeans. Wanda got into a black shirt with a low-cut red tank top under it and a short black skirt. Kitty looked at Wanda critically. "What?" Wanda asked irritably.
Kitty shrugged. "Nothing, I was just thinking that you'd really have liked Rogue."
Wanda relaxed. "Oh, well, let's get down there or the guys are going to think I killed you." Kitty smiled as they walked out of the room and back to the lobby. Remy came forward kissing Kitty's cheek.
"Y' look beautiful, as usual," he whispered. John was playing with his lighter when Wanda appeared and almost dropped it at the sight of her long legs left bare by the skirt.
"What?" Wanda asked crossing her arms over her breasts where the pyromaniac's gaze was resting for a second.
"Ummm... you look really nice, luv," John stammered much to Remy's amusement.
"Come on, mes amis, let's go find some food," Remy said. "Remy knows a great restaurant near de first quarter."
At the restaurant
Thanks to Remy's talking the garçon the group got a table almost immediately. Remy had a bottle of wine brought to the table. "To Magneto's credit card," he said raising his glass. The others tapped glasses and took a drink.
"You, like, know that Wanda and I totally aren't legally allowed to drink," Kitty said.
A wicked grin spread across Remy's face. "Shh..." he purred. "Dey don' have ta know about dat."
Kitty raised an eyebrow. "Right."
"So, chére, ya want ta take care of our mission tonight?" Remy inquired.
"I guess," Kitty said reluctantly.
"Don' worry, petite, Remy's done dis plenty times."
"You're in good hands, shiela," John nodded. "This is Remy's second forté. His first of course being girls."
"Tais toi!" Remy growled. Kitty giggled softly. They finished dinner and Remy stood holding out a hand to Kitty. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Kitty said letting him pull her to her feet.