Well, here's the second chapter. I hope whoever is reading this is still
enjoying. Um...sorry that this one is so short, but I'm in the middle of
moving and haven't had too much time to really sit down and write. Sorry
again!
This is an AU fic for the X-men characters. I don't own any of the Marvel characters. I do own the Wolves, so just ask before you use them, k? All right. Enjoy!
As a note, Remy is younger in this fic. He's not the master thief that we've all come to know and love yet. Okay, now you can start reading.
Chapter 2
The bald man stiffened at the challenging edge to Remy's voice, but the young thief dismissed him with a glance. Her little dog ain' gonna pounce 'til it hears de command. The girl glanced back and shook her head, as if that would magically keep him in place. The man did stay, but not happily.
"Tigra." The girl's voice had a melodic quality to it.
"And de rest of de elite?"
"The what?"
Remy waved his hand over at the three men behind her. "Your friends dere."
A faint smile of amusement settled on Tigra's lips. "Ah. The elite. Right. The big one's Slash, bald one's Cutthroat, and the skinny one's Jackal. Satisfied?"
"Oui." The boy smirked, pleased that he was getting his way.
"And you are?"
"Gambit." The codename slipped off of his tongue a bit more comfortably this time.
"Gambit . . . " The girl repeated the name slowly, as if measuring its worth.
"I like 'im." Jackal remarked before spitting off to the side. "Got spunk."
"'Cause we need more of that around here." The older man grumbled, one finger floating up to trace his scar. "We've got enough in you to tide us over, thanks."
A rueful grin flitted onto the lanky man's face. "Come on, man. I need an accomplice-I mean, friend."
Slash chuckled in spite of himself, shoving the boy playfully. They both seemed about to start laughing until Tigra shot them a look. Each fell silent, looking properly ashamed. Remy pursed his lips and whistled at the reaction.
"Got dem trained real good, don' you chére? Can dey roll ove' 'n play dead too?" A cocky grin tugged at the corner of the youth's mouth as Cutthroat's furious growl grew.
"You aren't too bright, are you, kid?" The girl asked, her own smile showing through.
The thief shrugged and pulled a cigarette out of his back pocket. "Not really. Mais, I still be smarter den your friend ove' dere."
Remy gestured to the large man with his chin as he casually lite the cigarette. Cutthroat looked like a dog straining against his collar. His eyes were hungry for the chance to take a swing at the boy. Tigra and Jackal, on the other hand, appeared to simply find the whole situation amusing. Slash was a bit more wary, standing back a few steps to study everything.
"What do you think, J?" The girl asked in a hushed tone, leaning toward the young man.
"Already told ya I like 'im. 'Sides, we need new kids. Our numbers are too low."
Remy's brow creased in confusion, unable to understand what the boy was talking about.
"But he could cause trouble. Doesn't really seem to respond well to authority." Tigra pointed out, gripping her chin as she considered Remy.
"Yeah, so? Neither did I when I first came, and now look at me."
The girl's eyes traced the youth thief's frame several times as he fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Look, chére. I didn' mean to come on your grounds or not'in'. So, I'll jus' be on me way 'n we can forget it ever happened, non?" Flashing an innocent smile, Remy started to move off to the right.
"I don't think so, Gambit." Tigra sighed as the circle began to get smaller. "You are coming with us."
This is an AU fic for the X-men characters. I don't own any of the Marvel characters. I do own the Wolves, so just ask before you use them, k? All right. Enjoy!
As a note, Remy is younger in this fic. He's not the master thief that we've all come to know and love yet. Okay, now you can start reading.
Chapter 2
The bald man stiffened at the challenging edge to Remy's voice, but the young thief dismissed him with a glance. Her little dog ain' gonna pounce 'til it hears de command. The girl glanced back and shook her head, as if that would magically keep him in place. The man did stay, but not happily.
"Tigra." The girl's voice had a melodic quality to it.
"And de rest of de elite?"
"The what?"
Remy waved his hand over at the three men behind her. "Your friends dere."
A faint smile of amusement settled on Tigra's lips. "Ah. The elite. Right. The big one's Slash, bald one's Cutthroat, and the skinny one's Jackal. Satisfied?"
"Oui." The boy smirked, pleased that he was getting his way.
"And you are?"
"Gambit." The codename slipped off of his tongue a bit more comfortably this time.
"Gambit . . . " The girl repeated the name slowly, as if measuring its worth.
"I like 'im." Jackal remarked before spitting off to the side. "Got spunk."
"'Cause we need more of that around here." The older man grumbled, one finger floating up to trace his scar. "We've got enough in you to tide us over, thanks."
A rueful grin flitted onto the lanky man's face. "Come on, man. I need an accomplice-I mean, friend."
Slash chuckled in spite of himself, shoving the boy playfully. They both seemed about to start laughing until Tigra shot them a look. Each fell silent, looking properly ashamed. Remy pursed his lips and whistled at the reaction.
"Got dem trained real good, don' you chére? Can dey roll ove' 'n play dead too?" A cocky grin tugged at the corner of the youth's mouth as Cutthroat's furious growl grew.
"You aren't too bright, are you, kid?" The girl asked, her own smile showing through.
The thief shrugged and pulled a cigarette out of his back pocket. "Not really. Mais, I still be smarter den your friend ove' dere."
Remy gestured to the large man with his chin as he casually lite the cigarette. Cutthroat looked like a dog straining against his collar. His eyes were hungry for the chance to take a swing at the boy. Tigra and Jackal, on the other hand, appeared to simply find the whole situation amusing. Slash was a bit more wary, standing back a few steps to study everything.
"What do you think, J?" The girl asked in a hushed tone, leaning toward the young man.
"Already told ya I like 'im. 'Sides, we need new kids. Our numbers are too low."
Remy's brow creased in confusion, unable to understand what the boy was talking about.
"But he could cause trouble. Doesn't really seem to respond well to authority." Tigra pointed out, gripping her chin as she considered Remy.
"Yeah, so? Neither did I when I first came, and now look at me."
The girl's eyes traced the youth thief's frame several times as he fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Look, chére. I didn' mean to come on your grounds or not'in'. So, I'll jus' be on me way 'n we can forget it ever happened, non?" Flashing an innocent smile, Remy started to move off to the right.
"I don't think so, Gambit." Tigra sighed as the circle began to get smaller. "You are coming with us."