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Remy stood in his old room, feeling surprised. He thought they would turn his room into a linen closet or something. They didn't; his room was in same shape he left it in. It actually looked like no one had touched it since he left. Hell, the bed was still unmade.
"You're the first person to step foot in this room since you left." Tante Mattie said from the doorway. In her arms were clean, neatly folded sheets. "Everything is how you left it, boy. You were in a rush that night."
"Oui, I was." Remy mumbled, feeling uncomfortable. He suddenly craved a cigarette. Actually, a pack of cigarettes wouldn't even suffice.
"Remy—" She set the sheets down on the bed and turned to him. "If you married Bella Donna I fear our family wouldn't be 'ere right now. I never believed that the peace would have lasted."
Maybe he could roll his own cigarette. He could make it extra big and smoke his years away from him. His eye twitched at the thought.
"Merci Remy." His tante said, smiling. She patted his cheek and made her way out of the room. "Dinner is in an hour. Don't be late." She admonished, making him remember the punishment for being late for dinner: death.
Sighing, Remy sat himself down on his bed. This would take some time getting used to. He felt so out of place. His tante was thanking him yet...
"Hello Remy." Henri LeBeau stood in the doorway of the room, leaning against the doorframe. Henri, who was Jean-Luc's biological son, looked like a younger copy of his father. "Interestin' eyes." The older male examined, rubbing his chin. "Last time I saw you, they were brown."
"Good to know you're not color blind."
"Good to see you haven't lost the attitude." Henri smirked and stood up straight. "So, what are you doin' back 'ere, Remy?" His 'brother' didn't answer; he only narrowed his eyes. "Let me guess, life—"
"Henri." Jean-Luc cleared his throat from behind his son. "Let Remy be."
Remy noticed the looked exchanged by his so-called family, but their emotions weren't so easy to read. He knew something was up..
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Dinner was awkward. Well, at least for Remy. Jean-Luc was sitting across from him, Henri at his right and Tante Mattie at his left. He had noticed his Tante held nothing against him, but noticed how Henri didn't seem too fond to have his dear ol brother back home.
"Remy, there was something I was meaning to ask you." Jean-Luc said abruptly as he took a sip from his drink.
Dramatic music played in Remy's head as he looked up from his plate and at Jean-Luc. "Oui?" He picked up his fork and started to dig in.
"Where's your wife?"
Remy choked on his mouthful of chicken. "Quoi?" What wife? Maybe he forgot about—no he wouldn't forget about something like that. Unless maybe he was drunk—no, he had been sober for several weeks..
"Rogue Darkholme. Irene's daughter, hahn? She was the one with you when you came and got me from the Rippers house, wasn't she?"
"Oui, but—"
"So, running away and not marryin' Bella pulled off?" Henri asked, smirking slightly. "At least you're married to the River rat that told you not to marry Bella. I knew you two would end up—"
"But—"
"Where is she, Remy?" Jean-Luc asked, after giving Henri a stern look. "Did she stay back home? Afraid to step foot in the bayou?"
"Non." Remy looked, and felt, extremely uncomfortable. "I mean, she came back with me to help save your ass not that long ago." Just not willingly at first. He mentally added.
"She didn't save my ass." Jean-Luc laughed, not wanting to admit he had to be rescued by a son he disowned and his 'wife.' "But, where is she? Don't tell me you're getting a divorce already."
What the hell was going on? Now, the Twilight Zone music was playing in Remy's head. His Tante Mattie just glanced over at him and then went back to picking her chicken off the bone.
***
"I'm sorry." Kitty was sitting across from Piotr at the small table in the kitchen. Placed in front of her was a huge, round bowl and inside was mixed ingredients to chocolate chip cookies.
"For what?" He was sitting up straight in the chair, with his arms folded. Kitty had asked him to help her make cookies, and he didn't want to turn her down.
"I know you want to go back home. Magneto's death really threw us off, I guess. I'm thinking that's the reason the Professor, Logan and Storm took off with the X-Jet." She shrugged, sighing slightly. Piotr opened his mouth to say something but suddenly someone knocked on the door. Kitty's eyebrows arched up as she slowly turned around.
"Here's Johnny!" The door burst open and St. John popped in enthusiastically. Kitty rolled her eyes and went back to mixing, and Piotr just remained the same. "Now where is it.." He glanced around the room and leaped for joy when he saw the fresh pot of coffee. "Mine!" He declared, grinning as he walked over, grabbed a rather large sized mug from the cupboard and poured coffee until it reached the rim. He brought his nose down to the drink and sniffed it. "Yep!" He proclaimed gleefully. "It's not decaf."
"Aren't you going to put sugar in it?" Kitty asked, looking over at him. "Or milk?"
"St. John likes his coffee black."
"Don't be racist, mate." Pyro shot at the Russian. "See you bloody blokes later!" Picking up the mug, he skipped out of the room.
"I don't think a mental hospital could hold that guy." Kitty mumbled after a few minutes of silence. She stood up to get the cookie sheet.
"No." Piotr spoke up, in complete agreement. "They could not."
Kitty just smiled to herself as she began plopping the dough down on the cookie sheets. She sighed heavily when the kitchen door swung open, yet again.
"Where's Rogue?" An impatient Ray asked, staring straight at Kitty. Ray wanted to tell Rogue that he expected someone to get him a new laptop but couldn't find her anywhere.
"Shower." Kitty said quickly, followed by a plop. "And she's not feeling good so when she gets out, don't bother her."
"Lovesick, huh?"
"Ugh!" Kitty pointed the wooden spoon at him with so much force a glob of batter went flying and smacked him right in the forehead. It stuck there, which caused Kitty to burst out laughing.
Piotr managed a small smile as he glanced past an annoyed Ray and at Kitty. There was just something about her..
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"What do you think you're doin'?"
"He betrayed us!"
"Forget about the past, Henri. He's a mutant."
"And so what?"
"Those powers can come in handy, fool. Don't ruin it for us. Now that he's back, things are going to change.."
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"They're such pigs." Tante Mattie sighed, picking up the dirty dishes and setting them down in the sink. Remy didn't miss the small smile planted on her lips. "So." She turned on the water in the sink and glanced behind her shoulder at him. "How is Marie doing, child?"
"Fine." He brushed it off, not wanting to talk about it. It was pretty obvious and they both knew that. "How are things here?"
"Fine." She answered back, slightly smirking at him as she went back to the dishes. "How were things in New York?"
"Fine." He answered, smirking back at her but she wasn't facing him to see it. He began to talk louder, knowing the running water would drown out his words. "Made two good friends. A quiet Russian and an Australian with ADHD."
"Sounds like you three made quite the team." She had no idea.
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He had only been there several hours and it already felt like he was there for several years. Remy now sat in his bedroom, which actually didn't feel like his bedroom anymore. It felt like a bedroom that used to be his but now was a prison cell.
The only thing that really caught his attention in the room was a framed picture of Bella and a smaller one of Rogue, which was taken a few weeks after she moved to Louisiana. He threw the picture of his ex-fiancée out the window, and set the one of Rogue down. The last thing he wanted was to have perverted thoughts about a ten year old. He would rather have perverted thoughts about the older Rogue. Oh, how he wanted to bite her again, only, possibly, in a different place.
He couldn't help but to wonder where Bella Donna was. Not that he cared, or anything. He did still loathe the woman entirely, especially for turning his family against him, but he was allowed to wonder where she was, right? Oh, shut up.
Tante Mattie had thanked him. That left him speechless, and still craving a cigarette. She missed him. At least, he thought she did.
Jean-Luc didn't seem to miss Remy. Actually, he seemed indifferent about the whole matter.
Henri, on the other hand, had no problem showing that he hated Remy and hated having him back.
Brotherly love, eh?
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"Damn, damn, damn, damn!" Kitty yelled running into a smoke filled kitchen. The fire alarm was blaring. The fire alarm had reminded her of her batch of cookies that she had put in the oven. "Ugh. It like totally smells like charcoaled cookies in here." Realization hit. "Ohmigosh! My cookies!"
"Someone shut that damn thing up!" Pyro yelled from the doorway. He had his hands pressed over his ears with a pained look on his face. Piotr stood in back of him, an expressionless look was on his face; he didn't even flinch at the blaring sound.
"Hold your horses." The Valley girl snapped climbing onto the table. While coughing, she reached up and phased her hand through the alarm and after a spark flew out from it, it immediately stopped. "Happy?" She asked, waving her hand in front of her face.
"No. Because the bloody cookies are still burnin'!"
"You can help you know—" She was cut off by surprise when Piotr set the sheet of burnt cookies down, a few inches away from where she stood on the table. "Thank you Piotr." She thanked, smiling down at him. "Would you, like, help me down?" When he did, Pyro rolled his eyes.
"That's so sweet I think I have a cavity."
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"What's wrong with you?" Jean-Luc asked, later on that night. Remy sat on the couch in the living room, staring at a chest board. "You play?"
His son shrugged, "I guess."
"You either play or you don't."
"Then I play."
"Good. Set up the black pieces." Groaning, Remy sat up and started to set up his side of the boards while Jean-Luc pulled over a chair, sat down, and started setting up his side. "So, what did you do while you were away?"
"Manifested my powers. Found out the truth about Irene." His red eyes glanced up, momentarily meeting Jean-Luc's but then focused on the game. He moved out a pawn.
"I—" The older Cajun was cut off by the sound of the phone ringing. "I'll be gettin' that." Remy only shrugged and leaned back as Jean-Luc got up and went to answer the phone.
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"What?" Jean-Luc snapped, picking up the phone. He hated answering the phone, but he knew his oldest son wouldn't, and that Mattie was already sleeping.
"Is that anyway to greet an old friend, Jean-Luc?" A calm voice asked from the other side of the phone.
"Irene?" He asked in surprise, his voice no higher than a whisper.
"Yes. It's Irene and I need you to do me a favor."
Seeing as how Irene helped him out plenty in the past, he couldn't say no. "What is it?"
"I need you to.."
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Remy started to twiddle his thumbs as he patiently waited for his father, who was in the next room. When he was about to get up, the doorbell rang. Exhaling deeply, he stood up and dragged his feet over to the door and swung it open. "Yeah?"
"Hi." Standing in front of him was Rogue, who was wet from head to toe. He hadn't noticed it was raining, but boy, now did he.
"Rogue." He whispered breathlessly.
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Part three completed – January 19, 2004
· Thanks to my lovely editor, hnh. =]
· The next chapter is near completion, hurray. I love the next chapter soon. You know something is wrong when I actually say I like something I wrote..
· Even though I'm not in the mood to, I'm going to answer reviews. Chia4 I had Pyro's ugly past all planned out but a stupid plot hole got in the way! I still have plots to finish up before I go on about Pyro. Firstly, I have to get the whole Magneto's death thing over with, along with what Kelly is planning to do, and some other stuff.. This fic is nowhere near completion. Amy85 I'm glad it took you a while to read.. LOL. I just like hearing that. =] Rogue4787 You should get what the favor was by the end of this chapter. I put the 'Here's Johnny' part in here JUST FOR YOU. ;) Just wait until the next chapter.. there's ROMY! Ishandahalf Well, Remy was in this chapter and the next.. He's gonna be in every chapter for quite a while now. You'll see why in the cliffhanger of the next chapter.. Gosh, I love writing cliffhangers.. One day I hope to be the Cliffhanger Queen. Bwahaha! Anee She only got her navel pierced but she did get something else done.. Remy points it out in the next chapter.. ;) Ellavira Kitty does.. it has to do with the cliffhanger coming up in the next chapter. Dun dun dun. SassyGrl024 Remy was in this chapter. =] I wish I could hug him so badly.. Caliente After I post this I have to go review the next chapter to your lovely fic. I read it this morning but didn't have time to review. I tried to put Kiotr in this chapter. But hey, they were in the kitchen together.. ;) I just had pretzels by the way. I love pretzels. And pickles. I *love* pickles and pickle juice. You'll see that you were right about the 'Return' thinger. Rogue has returned to Remy. But will she stay? Oh what will happen? Stay tunned! I sound like a TV commercial gal. It's sad that I'm excited about finishing up and uploading the next chapter. Wow, I gotta finish this off so I'll have stuff to prattle about in the review I'm gonna write you. Nie Starwhistler Have you guessed what the favor is by now..? ;) Gothic Cajun Uh, I don't think there are puns in this chapter.. but there is in the next! I'm dying my bangs blue. Holla. =] cool-chick-rae Who said she didn't get a tattoo? ;) Lightspeed Suzuka I doubt I'm going to update any of my stories other than this one for awhile.. I might start the sequel to The Half Burnt Card (I did start one a while ago but deleted it.) Rogue77 I've run out of things to say now.. =\ I'm glad you liked that chapter. ;)
Hmm..
Anyone want a small clip from the next chapter? Y'all do? OH GOODY!
"You told them I was your wife?" She hissed through clenched teeth as she grabbed a pillow and swung it at him.
"No! Jean-Luc thought misunderstood why we were together back when we—" He fell off the bed when the pillow came in full contact with the side of his head. It could be worse. She could use one of her stolen powers and teleport him to Antarctica and just leave him there—but he didn't do anything wrong!
"Do they even know I'm a mutant?" She dropped the pillow and exhaled deeply. "Do they even know what my power is?" Rogue suddenly picked up the pillow and threw it across the room. "Ugh. Wife?"
He smirked as he folded his arms under his head and propped his legs up on the bed. "A dream come true, hahn?"
Rogue looked around for something within her reach to chuck at him. "Don't be so cocky, Gumbo." She said with a yawn as she decided to give up on searching for something that she could give him a blow to the head with.
Doesn't that sound GRAND?
Yours until the hockey pucks,
-- Aro