Her heart began to pound faster as she quickly slammed her notebook and turned around. As she turned around she silently prayed that who ever was hovering over her did not catch a glimpse of what she was writing. She took a deep breath then raised her gaze to the source of her panic. There leaning against the beam was New Orleans' own Romeo. Marie stared at the man, taking in every detail from his frayed right front pocket of his trench coat to his aroma that was tobacco, whiskey, and old spice melded together. She noticed his black shirt strategically showed off his perfectly toned abs and chest, not to mention his strong, broad shoulders. His black pants hid his long legs, and she concluded that he must be between 6'2'' and 6'3''. If it was even possible, he was even more gorgeous up close.
Marie then raised her gaze to his face. She experienced his killer grin up close, and decided it could weaken the knees of any woman, young or old. She then gazed in his deep chocolate, brown eyes (a/n I tried the story with Remy having his regular colored eyes but the story got too complicated trying to explain it and this story is an AU w/o any powers and mutations, and since his eyes are one, I decided not to have Remy with his red on black eyes, so basically I just took the easy way out, lol.) She stared into his eyes that were still staring back into hers. Panicking Marie blushed and blinked then averted her eyes to the floor while she rubbed her right forearm.
"Wat? Now your too shy t'look me in da eyes? Y' weren' b'fore." He said as he leaned over and lifted her chin with his hand until her eyes met his. "Y'stare at me all night and now y'can' face me, chere"?
"Ah wasn't staring at yah! Ah was-" Marie paused to think of a believable excuse. "Just spacing out. It's been a long day." Marie answered as she jerked her head out of his grasp causing Remy to chuckle.
"Call it wat y'want. Y' were starin at me." He said with a shrug.
"Ah'm sorry, but Ah was not staring. Ah was just takin' in the atmosphere." Marie said as she looked away towards the crowd.
"Y'really need to work on your pick up lines, chere." he said as he leaned back against the beam and folded his arms.
"Hate tah disappoint yah-" but before Marie could finish her sentence, she was cut off by Remy.
"Don' get all defensive, chere." He said as stood up and walked over in front of Marie. "Dis seat taken?" He said as he motioned to the booth in front of Marie.
Marie turned to see where he was motioning to and struggled to find a response, and resorted to only shaking her head side to side.
"Bien." He said as he sat down. "So can I have de pleasure of knowing de name of mon admirer from afar?" He asked with a grin but was only awarded by a glare from Marie. "Got not'in t'be embarrassed bout, chere. I was admiring y'right back." He added with a wink.
"Well that's good tah know." Marie shot right back causing Remy to chuckle once again.
"Y'r a quick one, chere, feisty and quick." Remy added as he put his hands behind his head and leaned against the tall backboard of the booth. "So does mon green eyed southern belle have a name?"
"Original line, Ah'll hafta remember that one, and its Marie," she said as twirled her ring on finger. "And Ah take it that yahr Remy."
"And I take it dat mon reputation has already preceded moi." Remy said as his grin widened.
"Sumthing lahke that. Ah, mean everyone was shouting yahr name when yah walked in."
"Yea, sumtimes dey get carried away. But I'm not complainin." He added with shrug. "So, Marie what brings y'here?" He asked as he situated himself in a more comfortable position.
"Business." Marie said as she continued to twirl her ring.
"So is dat what y'were writin down dere?" he asked as he pointed to the notebook that was now pushed to the side of the table.
Marie nodded. "Wat kind of business involves writing t'ings down in a notebook?" He asked as he began to search his pockets.
Marie thought quickly for a believable lie, and answered, "Ah write."
"Y'write?" Remy repeated as he paused rummaging through his pockets, to raise an eyebrow.
"Yea, I write for travel magazines. Basically, Ah travel around, see what each city has tah offer and do a write up bout mah experience." Marie said as she grabbed her notebook and threw it in her bag. "Nothin too exciting. So what do yah do?" Marie asked quickly changing the subject to avoid further inquisitions about her writing career.
"Well," He paused to pull out a pack of cigarettes from one of his many pockets, "I'm in da family business."
"What business is yahr family in?"
"Merchandising." He answered as he opened the pack and frowned when he saw that there were only two cigarettes left. "Do y'mind if I smoke?"
Marie looked down at the pack and then back at Remy. "No go right ahead. Looks like yah are running low."
"Yea, like y'said it's been a long day." Remy said as he grinned and put a cigarette in his mouth. He held the cigarette between his thumb and index finger as he then pulled out a lighter, and lit the end of it. He inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes to savor the moment. But his moment of bliss was interrupted.
"Yah do know that smoking can kill yah." Marie said as she stared at Remy.
Remy opened his eyes, and slowly exhaled the smoke through his mouth. He nodded and replied, "Oui. But I dun' plan on livin' forever." He said as he shrugged. "So how long y'gonna stay"
It was Marie's turn to shrug. "Guess it depends on how long it takes me tah fully experience New Orleans. Yah know, each city has its own history, and Ah'll be here til Ah discover it"
Remy nodded and replied as "So how much did y'explore?"
"Well, Ah just arrived tahday, so not much at all." But Marie was interrupted again by Remy.
"Well den, chere. T'ink maybe I can give y'da private tour of N'Orleans." He said as he gazed into Marie's eyes and flicked his cigarette causing ashes to fall in the brown ashtray.
His overly friendliness confused Marie. She could not decide whether or not he was being serious or just joking. "No, really its ok. Ah work better alone." She said as she looked at him but then quickly averted her gaze to the lively crowd and continued, "Besides, Ah think yah still hafta entertain the locals. In fact, yah better not stay here much longer or they'll start tah get jealous." As soon as that sentence left Marie's mouth, she mentally scolded herself for it. She bit her tongue in order to stop her from saying anything else she didn't mean.
Remy chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair. "Tryin t'get rid of me so soon, chere. Here I t'ought I was welcoming da southern belle t'da bien city of N'Orleans. 'Sides I wouldn' worry bout dem." He said as he looked over his shoulder and nodded to the crowd, and then turned his attention back to Marie. "But I t'ink y'right bout dem bein' jealous, not jealous of you but jealous of me cus I get t'welcome da new belle fille. And it's not often a truly belle fille walks in dis bar. " He said as he leaned his forearms on the table and never once removing his gaze from Marie's'.
Remy intensely stared into Marie's eyes and this would have caused Marie to blush deeply if she wasn't biting her tongue so hard. She took a moment and then sarcastically replied with a simple, "Right."
"Well it's true." He said as removed the cigarette from his lips and exhaled the smoke, then continued, "So about me being your tour guide. I mean, I wouldn't want New Orleans to get a bad rep or any thing. Besides, you'll get to see what N'Orleans is all about." He said with a wink and a grin.
But Marie did not get a chance to respond. Kitty re-emerged once more from the crowd. "Well Remy LeBeau, I should have known you'd be here." She said as she put Marie's glass of whiskey in front of her, and then placed a hand on her hip. "Has he been bothering you?"
"Well it's bien to see y'again, Kat'rine." He said as he took her hand that was resting on her hip and kissed the back of it.
"See, told you Marie, he's a snake charmer. Be careful." She said as she looked at Marie who was now smiling.
"Aw, chere, y'wound me." He said as he held his hands over his heart and sulked, "I've been not'ing but a perfect gentleman." He said as he looked over at Marie and wink.
"Tah say the least." Marie retorted while laughing.
"I'll pretend I didn' hear dat, chere." He said as he grinned and then turned towards Kitty. "Not dat I don' enjoy your company, mon Kitty-cat, but y'were kinda interuptin' sumt'ing." He said as motioned to Marie and himself.
"Right." Kitty said as she giggled. "Remy y'should stop while your ahead. She has a boyfriend who she is madly in love with, right?" She said as smiled and looked at Marie. For the second time that night Marie mentally scolded herself for opening her big mouth and digging herself into a bigger hole and she was batting a thousand tonight.
"It's not like that stopped me before." Remy said with a shrug.
"Okay, well then that reminds me. Henri's been looking you for, he says he needs to talk to you as soon as possible."
"Henri." He repeated as he sat up, "Mon frère, Henri."
"That be the one," Kitty said with a smile.
"Well, chere." He said as he put the cigarette in his mouth and inhaled one last time and then continued "Can y'stay here for a lil bit longer, dis will only take a minute."
"Well Ah don't have any where else ta go." She said as she stirred her drink.
"Bien. Be back before y'miss me." He said as he put out his cigarette in the ash tray then reached over took her hand, leaned across the table while staring into her eyes, and kissed the back of her hand. Marie stared right back into his eyes. But Kitty clearing her throat interrupted the moment.
"Well Romeo, hate to ruin this moment but-"
"I know, I know." He said as he stood up.
"Ah think I might need my hand back." Marie said with a half smile.
"Shame." Remy said as he let it go, and then set off into the crowd. Marie smiled at Remy's disappearing figure.
"Well." Kitty said as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot.
"Well what?" Marie repeated as she took a sip of her drink.
"So what's going on between you two?"
"Nothing really." Marie shrugged.
"I thought you had a boyfriend?"
Marie paused and then replied, "Ah do. Why do yah say that?"
"I don't know. Guess the way you act around him. Hell, sometimes when I'm around him I forget about Lance. But I'll tell you one thing. You act differently around him then most girls do. I mean, most girls practically throw themselves on top of him. It can kinda get disturbing sometimes." Kitty said as she giggled.
"Ah can imagine." Marie said as she smiled.
"Your not much of a talker." Said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Yea, I know." Marie said.
"Well I can tell you one thing. He really likes you."
"How can y'say that, we just met. And look at him." They both turned to look at Remy who was talking and laughing with a group of women but was pulled away from the group by another man who was wearing a black trench coat. "He likes any thing in a skirt." She said as she laughed and pointed.
"Yea that's true. But look at him. He's still staring at you. His eyes haven't left you since he left."
"Yea right."
"Don't believe me take a look." She said as she nodded her head back in the direction where Remy was now standing, talking with a man Marie figured was Henri. Marie glanced over where Kitty nodded to, and there he was. Staring at Marie. His mouth and body were in the conversation, but his eyes were somewhere else. They were fixed on Marie. This made Marie feel uncomfortable but put her at ease at the same time.
"It's nothing." She replied as she tore herself away from his gaze. "He's probably just interested in the 'the new girl.' She said making quote motions with her hands. "Yah know every guy likes the new girl at first. Full of mystery, freshness, yah know all that. But after awhile the new girl looses her appeal and then just blends in and becomes forgotten"
"Wow. Not only are you not a talker but even worse not a romantic." She said as she sat down.
This caused Marie to take a moment and think. She wanted to defend her romantic side but she knew if she did, she might slip about being a romance writer, which would lead to unwanted questioning. And she didn't want to deal with that tonight. So she just shrugged in response.
"Well, I really should lend you some of my romance novels." This caused Marie to almost choke on her whiskey.
"Yah read romance novels?" Marie repeated in disbelief.
"Yea, like every girl does. It's my guilty pleasure. But seriously you don't see it?"
Marie paused stirring her drink and responded, "See what?"
"What's happening between you and Remy?"
"Oh get out of here. ." She said as she laughed.
Kitty continued, " Laugh now but when you guys are married, you can expect an 'I told you so' from me. And when you tell the story about how you met to your kids, just remember who predicted you guys would end up together."
Marie laughed. "Kitty, Ah think yah read one too many romance novels. Think they distorted yahr sense of realism."
Kitty shrugged, "Maybe. But I have been a waitress for a really long time. And I can tell when two people are meant for each other and how long a couple will last."
"Please. Maybe you can, but I think you are totally wrong this time. I mean you don't even know me." Marie replied as she laughed.
"Yea, well I told you. I have a gift. It's like a sixth sense."
"But I thought yah were a big supporter of me and Liam?" She asked. Gawd, Ah am certifiable. Ah mean, here Ah am, pretending Ah have a boyfriend, then Ah get all defensive about him. Well can't turn back now. At least Ah can say when Ah get myself into something Ah never do it half assed. Ah go all out. Lawrd, Ah am crazy. She thought to herself as she continued to stir her drink.
"I was, I mean I am. But how can you turn a guy like Remy down. I mean look at him. He's one of a kind. If you don't take this opportunity, you'll always wonder if the waitress in New Orleans was right. Besides Liam's in another state, and you know the whole dating rule about different zip codes."
"Ah can't believe yahr askin me tah cheat on mah boyfriend?"
"Not cheat. Just experiment. I'm telling you, you won't know what you are missing til you try it. You'll regret it if you don't. Just trust me. My sixth sense is never wrong."
Marie laughed. "Ah do believe this is peer pressure. Ah thought Ah out grew that in high school. But Ah really think yah are wrong bout Remy and I."
"Guess only time will tell." Kitty said as she took a sip of her bottle water, then looked down at her watch. "Great, my break's over already." She mumbled to herself. "Well it's been nice chatting with you again, but I better get back to work before Joe catches me and skins me alive." She said as she smiled and got up from the booth. "I can't wait til this night is over. I'll be back soon." She said as she smiled, grabbed her tray filled with dirty glasses, and walked away, leaving Marie alone with her thoughts once more.
"Well that sure was unexpected," she laughed to herself as she thought about Remy's surprising appearance, then Kitty's romance novel induced delusions. Then she began to replay the night in her mind as she sipped on her drink. Ah hope he wasn't serious when he offered to give me a tour. Ah mean, he might be too gorgeous for me tah say no tah. Besides, it would be excellent for my novel, if I get an up close and personal with him, know what really makes him tick what makes him love, laugh, stuff like that. It's the only way for me to write an impressive novel. Ah need to get a better idea about who he is, if Ah want to write this novel. She thought as she sipped her drink.
'lAh can't believe myself. Ah'm makin excuses for mahself tah say yes to this complete stranger just because he is good looking. She debated with herself while she looked up at Remy who was still staring at her. He paused talking, and gave her a wink, then continued with his conversation while still staring at her. It's kind of eerie how he kept staring.
At the other side of the appealing bar, the two brothers greeted each other as if they hadn't seen each other in days. "So what brings y'here Henri." He said as he hugged the older man and then sat down at the table with him.
"Just came t'see what the fuss bout dis place was." He said as he took a shot of whiskey.
"Right." Remy said disbelieving. "So why'd Merci kick y'out of da house."
Henri laughed. "Y'could always see t'rough m'bullshit. Honestly, I have non idea. Y'are da one who has a gift for da filles. Speaking of filles who was dat y'were sitting wit?"
"Nice transition. Very subtle." Remy critiqued.
"âne futé (smart ass). So who is she?"
"Ot'er den a belle fille I dun' know."
"Come on, y'hafta t'know more den dat"
"Well, she's from the south. Didn' ask where but I t'ink she's from Mississippi. She says she writes for Travel magazines, but sumt'in doesn' seem right bout it." He said as he filled his shot glass with whiskey.
"Like what?"
Remy shrugged, "I dun' know, like she was lying or sumt'in. Why da sudden interest in who I talk t'Henri?" He said as he downed the whiskey.
"Y'heard wat père said. Well if y'attended one of da meetings y'would."
"Dun' start, Henri. I do my job. Hell, I'm da master at it. No one better. I just need t'have fun once in a while. So I'd be damned if I spend my time off attending sum stupid meetin. Père says the same merde over and over, besides not like I'm gonna need t'know what he says for da future."
"Dun' start dat again. Can't y'just grow up." Henri said as he sighed.
"Dun' start, d'accord? Dis is mon place. Dun' come in here and tell me wat t'do. Y'ain' in charge yet." Remy said as he tightened his fist.
"Look. I just wanted t'say dat, Pere said dat da F.B.I. was trying t'investigate the rumors bout the guild. Now he said, dey dun' have substantial evidence dat we exist, or bout our items dat we acquire, but dey are tryin." He said as he looked over at Remy who just downed another shot.
"Da F.B.I.?" Remy said mockingly.
"Merde, Rem. Yea da F.B.I. Do y'have to be so blasé bout it. I mean if dey find any t'ing bout us, were ruined. Now, da bureau is pressuring da locals for info bout us and I know the locals are loyal to us and won't say anyt'ing, putain even our enemies are too scared t'say anyt'ing. So da bureau's running out of options, and dey hate dat. So dey are getting desperate. And when dey get desperate dey get reckless."
"And?" Remy said as he looked at Henri.
"I hate it when y'interrupt me."
"Just get t'da point faster and I wouldn' hafta."
"Fine, Fine. Forgive me of I try t'educate y'wats goin on in." He said as he through up his hands in defense. "So I got here couple of minutes after y'. While y'were doin a meet and greet wit everyone I noticed your fille in da corner. She was staring at y'."
"Can y'blame her?" he said as he motioned to his face. "T'bad y'didn' get da stunning good looks."
"Do y' always have to kid around." Henri said as he held up a hand to stop Remy from answering. "No don't answer dat. She was staring at y'while she was writin in her notebook."
"So wat are y'sayin dat she is a F.B.I agent?"
Henri shrugged. "Maybe. I mean, everyone knows y'have a weakness for filles. So what would stop t'em from trying t'take advantage of your weakness. Have y'fall in love wit sum fille, and bam! Dey have all da evidence dey need."
"Y'serious Henri." Henri nodded and Remy continued. "I mean look at her." They both looked back to Marie who was singing to herself as she opened her wallet. "She's no F.B.I agent. She's too innocent, kind and passive. Y'can' pretend t'have dose qualities. 'Sides I can smell a cop a mile way and dere is no way she is one."
"We can' be too careful. I mean how'd she find dis place. Tourists don't know bout dis place. I'm just saying stick around her. We can't afford t'have da bureau know dat we are on t'dem. Stick around her, find out more info bout her and her motives for being here. Y'know da saying 'keep your friends close but your enemies closer'"
"Now, Henri, I'd hafta t'say dat dis is da best task y'have ever assigned me." Remy said as he chuckled to himself.
"Just remember, y'can have all da fun y'want now but in less dan deux months, it's gonna end." Henri said as he looked at Remy who was glaring at him, "Just don't screw this up, âne futé."
"Oui, mon captain." He said as he stood up and mockingly saluted and with that he was off to find Marie.
"T'ought y'said y'had no where else t'go, chere." Remy said as he walked up to Marie who was now standing and putting her bag on. "Where are y'goin so soon, chere."
"Well it's almost two in the morning. Ah'm exhausted. Ah'm heading back to mah hotel." She said as she fished through her bag.
"Can I come wit y'?" He asked with a grin but was rewarded with a glare from Marie. "T'ought not. Well it was worth a try. So when do y'want t'go on dis tour.?"
"What tour?" she asked as she paused rummaging.
Remy cocked his head to the side in puzzlement but continued, "Y'know da, tour of N'Awlins y'hafta take t'write bout it."
"Oh right. Yah were serious about taking me on a tour."
"Oui. But it would be a private tour." He said with grin.
"Nah, Ah couldn't accept. Ah mean Ah'm sure y'have other things tah do."
"Non. Not'in more important dan dis."
"No one has ever said no tah yah before?" Rogue said as she put her hands on her hips.
"Non." Remy said as he chuckled.
"Well there's a first time for everything." She said as she continued to rummage through her bag.
"Awe, chere y'can mean dat."
"Look. Yah seem like a very nice guy, but there is no way Ah'm gonna go round da city with a strange guy. Ah've seen too many lifetime movies tah know where this will end up. Ah just don't know y'well enough."
"Well den, what would y'like t'know bout me."
"What?" Marie asked as she pulled out an envelope and a pen. She leaned on the table and began to write a message on it.
"Y'said y'don't know enough bout me, so ask what y'would like t'know bout me."
"Anything?" Remy nodded, and Marie continued, "Ah don't know Ah never been put a spot before tah ask questions," Marie said as she trailed off.
"Well den I'll just have t'give y'a mini biography bout myself. I'm Remy Lebeau. I'm 24 years old. I have un vieux frere, Henri whose been married for three years to his highschool sweetheart, Merci. I have my own apartment. I drive a motorcycle. I make a decent living. I'm in perfect health. I don't have a girlfriend. I've only been in one serious relationship. I have two vices, smoking and playing poker. I have a weakness for classic movies, and chocolate. And I would love to take you out." He said with a genuine smile.
Marie stared at Remy. She was debating with herself whether or not she should say yes. And Remy continued. "I never did drugs. My favorite band i- "
"Stop." Marie laughed. "O.K. Gawd yah are persistant." Marie said as she reached in her bag and quickly stuffed the envelope with something. She then sealed the envelope and placed it under her empty whiskey glass..
"It's one of mon better qualities." He said with a grin. "Y'don have anyt'ing t'be worried bout, chere. Everyone here can vouch for me. I mean mon family is pretty well known round here."
"Alright. But were gonna do this own my terms. Here can Ah have yahr number."
"Now, we're getting demandin, chere." He chuckled. Then handed her his "business card."
"Yah have yahr own business card?" She asked in disbelief as she took the card and began to read it.
Remy nodded, "It comes in handy. So, chere, do y'want me t'walk y'to your hotel?" he asked as he walked with her to the door.
"No, that's alright. I'll be fine." She said as she turned and smiled at him. "Besides wouldn' want tah steal the life of the party away from the party."
"Well g'night, mon chere. Sweat dreams." He said as he kissed the back of her hand.
"Goodnight Remy." She smiled and blushed slightly and then made her way out of the bar and down the street. She walked down the street and was soon at her hotel. She walked in the beautiful, elegant entrance and was greeted by the tall, good looking blonde Manager. "Good mahrning, or should I say goodnight." He said as Marie walked over to him.
"Hopefully goodnight." She smiled.
"Enjoying your stay here?"
"Yea, it's really lovely."
"Well that's good. Ah just saw the forecast for the next couple days, and we are suppose to have beautiful weather. Sunny. Warm. Just perfect weather to go sightseeing."
Marie smiled, "Yea, that's the best news Ah heard all night. Ah was wondering do you have any messages for me."
"And what room are yah staying in?" .
"906." She answered.
He turned around and searched for her box. "Yup, you have quite a bit of messages." He said as he grabbed a small pile of papers and turned around. "Here yah go, Miss Diane Prince, Room 906." He said as he handed her the pile with a smile.
"That's me. Thank yah." Marie said as she took the papers and began to look at them. She groaned when she saw that they were all from Scott. 'Lawrd, Ah have an obsessive-compulsive boss' she thought as she glanced at the papers.
"Yahr boyfriend must be missing yah a great deal."
Marie smiled. "No, these aren't from my boyfriend. Ah mean Ah don't have one. They are from just a friend." She said as she put the slips of paper in her bag.
"Well is everything okay then, Miss Prince?"
"Yea everything's fine. And please call me Diane."
"Good, Ah always hate it when a southern belle is upset."
Marie laughed. "Ah always love it when a southern gentlemen is concerned. Well goodnight, Sam." She said as she read his nametag, and smiled.
"Goodnight Diane. Hope tah see yah real soon." He replied. She smiled and then headed towards the elevator. She was soon on her way up the elevator to her room.
Sam's attention was then drawn to a man wearing a brown trench coat. "Can Ah help yah sir?" He asked.
"Non. I'm fine." He smiled and then walked out the doors. He walked down the streets muttering to himself. "Diane Prince? T'ought her name was Marie. Dis fille keeps getting more and more confusin." He rambled to himself as he made his way back to le joe d'oncle.
Meanwhile Marie was in her hotel room getting ready for bed. She threw her bag on the chair and changed her sweatshirt for a t-shirt. She then began to empty out her jean pockets. She emptied out change, left over pretzels from the plane ride. She then put her hand in her back pocket. She felt something odd and pulled it out. It was a playing card. She turned the card over, and realized it was the Queen of Hearts. She held the card under a light to read what was written own it. She read the message softly to herself, "I look forward to our adventure together. Call me anytime. Sweet dreams, ma chere.-Remy." Marie read the card over and over, and each time she read it, she blushed more.
Finally sleepiness over took her giddiness. She placed the card on top the table and changed into her sweatpants. She then climbed into bed under the covers, and replayed the events of the day in her head before she succumbed to sleep.
I'm so sorry it took me so long to update. I had my finals in the middle of December and they just completely fried my brain still don't think I have fully recovered, lol, then the holidays came. But I don't have to go back to my college til the end of January, so I can hopefully get a lot of writing done in this month, lol. I hope you guys like this chapter!
The next chapter will deal with the envelope Marie left, Remy trying to figure out who Marie is, Marie debating whether or not to call Remy, and more cameos by the X-men crew, and plenty more, lol. I know I said this last time but the next chapter should be up before the next weekend maybe next week if I'm in a good mood, lol, I already have half of it done and here's a hint the more reviews you make, the faster I write, lol.
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