Dismal Angel 2010 - Episode 21

Chapter 4: Won't Let You Down

The next day was a bustle of business in the Mansion, but the thought of what Piotr Rasputin had accused her of never left Kitty's mind all the while. She'd tried talking to him but he'd been busy too, and had avoided having to speak with her about anything other than business in the mansion.

I can't believe this is happening, thought Kitty as she was cooking dinner in the mansion kitchen that next evening, a large pot of carrot and celery soup was bubbling on the stove, and the scent of vegetarian lasagne wafting from the oven.

Kitty felt as if she had lost all responsibility and maturity completely, first she'd found herself pregnant and now she'd accidentally spent too much time with the wrong man resulting in her boyfriends suspicion of infidelity. It was all too much, and seemed so unfair.

I'm not a BAD person, Kitty thought wearily, what did I do to deserve THIS?

Kitty glanced out the kitchen window, the kitchen was to the back of the mansion, which had a view of the basketball court, lit up by the floodlights from the early evening darkness. Kurt Wagner was watching over a basketball game, the younger students were opposing the older students. Although the game was proving quite interesting, even from where she stood, Kitty could see Kurt's heart wasn't in it, he seemed miles away.

Kitty ached for him incredibly that it made her heart feel as if someone was gripping from the inside out. She missed his laughter, his smiles, his jokes, and the sound of his voice. She missed him as though he were no longer alive, but merely a memory of someone she'd known.

I wish he'd just…get it through his head that we would have never worked, she thought dully as she was grating some more carrot to throw into the soup. Why is it that friendship just couldn't be enough? She wondered sadly, she scraped the grated carrot from the plate she'd grated it on into the bubbling pot of soup and gave it a quick stir.

Remy LeBeau entered the kitchen, "Hey," he said quickly, he rushed over to the fridge and yanked the freezer compartment door open, searching through it in a haste.

"Where've you been?" Kitty asked, "I was looking for you…"
"Following Carol, where else?" Remy asked, "she went shopping. The woman is clearly insane, she spent twenty minutes trying on ONE dress in some prissy boutique," he uttered coldly, "twenty minutes! Twenty minutes of my LIFE wasted while she tries on Donna Karen…"

Kitty winced, "those dresses are expensive too…I dread it when Rogue comes back and sees the statement on her credit cards…"

Remy grabbed a microwaveable snack from the freezer and threw it into the microwave in disdain with his feelings for Carol, he would have liked to have thrown it at her head. "That's if we ever FIND the way to get Rogue back…" he mumbled, setting the microwave cooking time for three minutes.

Kitty walked over, "we WILL."

"The Professor seems to have already given up and Jean doesn't seem to give a damn…" Remy sighed, "it's like me and you are the only ones who care, and yet…neither of us can't come up with the answer…" he mumbled, "God, it just drives me crazy."

"Don't let it get to you," Kitty suggested.

"Like, how POSSIBLE is it that I can not let it get to me when my girlfriend is walking around the way she is – only its NOT my girlfriend but my ex-girlfriend…you know this is the kind of stuff that can send people into serious therapy…I really need a drink," he muttered, "I'm going out."

"What about your food…" Kitty pointed to the microwave.

"I'll eat when I get back," he sighed, and headed towards the door with his shoulders hunched, head low.

"Before you go…" Kitty said, she grabbed onto his arm and pulled him back a little, "I need your help…" she said softly.

"With?" he asked, raising his head a little.

"Piotr…he thinks…I don't know, that you and me are having sex secretly or something…" Kitty said frustrated, "he gave me it thick last night, saw me coming out of your bedroom and totally got the wrong idea."

"Kitty…surely he trusts you, or he wouldn't be dating you in the first place," Remy sighed, he could do without getting involved in Kitty's relationship with Piotr at this moment. However, he did realise that like it or not, he owed her help, after all, she'd been so involved in his relationship with Rogue that it only seemed fair he should return the favour.

"He doesn't, Remy…please, will you just…talk to him?"

"Petit, there's no point in me talking to him, you KNOW he tolerates me but he's not exactly my friend…and if HE thinks I've been fucking his woman, he's going to wanna tolerate me even less than usual," Remy pointed out.

Kitty paused, "I guess you're right…" she chewed her lip.

"Listen, he's not home right now anyway, he went out with Illyana…and probably won't be back for a while, so…I'm gonna go out anyway, have a couple of drinks, figure out what the hell I'm gonna do about Rogue, and figure out what I'll say to Piotr…but I'll be back."
"Remy, please don't let me down, you're the only one who can convince him that me and you are JUST friends."

"I won't let you down," Remy sighed, but somehow inside, he was afraid he just might.

Remy was drunk, drunker than he think he'd been in his whole life, so drunk that the world seemed to spin around him and his vision seemed slightly blurred. For a short time in that drunkenness, nothing seemed to matter anymore, except what was in his glass.

He'd chosen McDuggins' to drink in. It was mutant friendly, and his association with the X-Men – who had been patrons for the five years the establishment had been running – meant he was welcomed warmly by the staff whenever he entered. Tonight, the waitresses fawned over him, while the bar tender chuckled over jokes with him.

But it hadn't been until an hour ago when the alcohol had really begun to kick in had the feeling of emptiness slid away. Sitting at the bar, gazing down into a pint of beer, its foamy head dissipating, everything in his life seemed almost alright again. Until the familiar voice at his back brought him back to earth momentarily.

"Well, well, well, lookie who's crawled out of the shadows," Carol Danvers – in Rogue's voluptuous body – had come sauntering through the door, she walked over, "buy a girl a drink, LeBeau. Something seems to have happened to my money."

Remy smirked into his glass, he'd taken all of Rogue's credit cards, bank cards and money earlier that day whilst Carol had been in the shower, it had been easy slipping into the room and taking everything. He'd even taken her cheque books, there was no way Carol was spending that money anymore. His smirk grew when he imagined the look on Carol's face the minute she'd found all the cash gone.

Carol didn't seem too impressed with Remy's smirk, "what's funny?"

"I was just thinking," he slurred, "that you probably spent it all on that dress you're wearing," he gestured to her.

"I'll have a sweet sherry," Carol commanded the bar tender, "he's paying," she remarked, pointing a thumb in Remy's direction.

"Aren't you growing tired of sponging off of Rogue's credit cards, money and living in her body yet?" Remy asked, he took a swig of his beer and turned to look at her, she looked exceptionally attractive, her eyes dusted in lavender eye shadow, to match the lavender strapless dress she was wearing, it had a thin strap under the bust, and under the left side of the bust was a tiny silver buckle. While he knew it might not be Rogue's kind of dress – perhaps a little too revealing and too short – he had to admit that it looked fabulous on her nonetheless.

"Admiring what you can't have, LeBeau?" Carol smirked, noticing his obvious attention, she accepted her drink from the bar tender and took a sip.

"I'd say the same of you," he said, he paid for her drink, and watched the bartender walk off to the other side of the bar where someone else was waiting to buy a drink.

"I could have you if I wanted to, I just don't. You're nothing but trouble," Carol remarked. "You bring nothing but heartache."

Remy shrugged, "doesn't bother Rogue."

"Rogue is weak, and foolish to be in love with you."

"Then you are too," Remy decided, he took another swig of his beer, "why would you WANT to be in control of Rogue's body, Carol? You can't touch, can't be with another man, can't get married, can't have kids…" he reminded.

"More foolishness – and this time from you as well," Carol rolled her eyes, "funny how you speak of such things differently towards Rogue, yet feel free to mention them to me. Seems like that suggests perhaps that you felt that your relationship with her was safe – as it wasn't going anywhere as long as you couldn't consummate it."

"That's bullshit," Remy frowned.

"Is it?" Carol mused, "you can't touch her, so you can't have sex, therefore, there's no need for marriage, no need for kids, no need for a real future. You just keep bringing up the future to make her believe you want a commitment, until at least you tire of her…then you'll run – off you go, running for your life."

Remy wanted to hit her, but hitting a woman in a bar full of mutants wasn't exactly the smartest thing to do – despite she'd come out of the smack unscathed. "You're just jealous," he uttered, "mad that I can feel for her things I never felt for you…it infuriates you. You wanna hate me, but you can't help loving me," he looked at her, "everything you do, the way you dress, the way you look at me, you're like a bitch in heat, aching for my attention, desiring me…only difference is it doesn't attract me, it repulses me," he stood up, staggering slightly.

He could almost swear – if he weren't so drunk – that he could see tears forming in those eyes of Rogue's, the eyes that Carol Danvers had control of, those were Carol's tears, not Rogue's, and this time, it did nothing to him except make him want to walk away.

And that was exactly what he did.