Dismal Angel 2010 - Episode 24
Chapter 3: The Accusation
Remy LeBeau left Rogue's room after Rogue had fallen back asleep. Rogue's whole body seemed drained after the ordeal, or perhaps it was just her mind that was drained after Carol's complete domination over it. He would have sat there and watched her, but he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. It must have been strange enough for her already.
Remy closed the door silently behind him, smiling, happy to have her back. Although his smile began to fade already, as he thought of how he was going to deal with trying to distance himself from her so that he could break up with her temporarily until he could leave.
I could just tell her about the whole deal, Remy thought as he flicked his hair out of his eyes, he stared back at Rogue's door. Somehow, in his heart, he knew that telling Rogue about the deal with Betsy wasn't the way to go. That would risk having her find out about Betsy Braddock's involvement in Carol's domination over her mind – and that would also mean that she'd find out how long Remy waited before making that decision.
If she knew I hadn't agreed to it straight away, she'd be hurt, Remy thought miserably, he turned to head down the hall, and it was that split second that Piotr Rasputin's hand came out of what almost seemed to be nowhere, grabbed the front of his shirt and thrust him up against the wall.
"You--!" Piotr hissed, his eyes were blazing with such a passionate hatred, that for a moment, Remy almost thought he might just kill him at that very second.
"What have I done now?" Remy groaned, trying to remain as calm as he could manage whilst dangling between the wall and Piotr's fist, his feet did not even touch the ground as he was suspended between both.
"You--! You bastard!" Piotr roared. The word did not sound right from Piotr's tongue. Remy could feel that the word probably tasted strange in Piotr's own mouth. Piotr didn't swear – not unless, of course something was bothering him. Piotr pressed Remy harder against the wall.
"Mon ami, careful! My back!" Remy winced at the pain, "look, whatever I 'supposedly' did, I'm pretty sure you're wrong," he said, "like you always are," he added in merely a mumble. He struggled a little more, the material of his shirt was digging into him under his arms, it was already beginning to hurt.
"Put him down!" came Kitty's hysterical cries as she ran along the hall, tearstains streaking her face. "He hasn't DONE anything," she staggered a little, falling to her knees, she pulled herself up unsteadily, she was obviously distraught – and it seemed as if Piotr had been the one to cause her anxiety.
"He is OBVIOUSLY the father!" Piotr bellowed, his spittle hit Remy's face.
"Shut up!" Kitty smacked him, "I don't want the whole fuckin mansion hearing this!" she hissed.
"If this is about Kitty's pregnancy," Remy grasped Piotr's fist and tried to release himself from the iron grip, "I can assure you it's impossible…I've even been with her."
"About the only woman you haven't dipped yourself in, eh?" came a loathsome voice, Bobby Drake stepped out of Betsy Braddock's bedroom, and Betsy followed, she herself looked smug. They had obviously overheard everything.
"Fuck," Kitty uttered, she put her hands to her face, tears still pouring.
Ororo Munroe came down the hall from the direction of the stairway into the foyer, "Piotr, let him down. I think we can dispense with this drama."
"He got Kitty pregnant!" Piotr yelled, he shook Remy harder, still against the wall.
"I haven't had sex in ten months!" Remy said, "embarrassingly enough," he added with a disdainful frown. "So you see, I can't have impregnated her."
"You have no evidential proof!" Piotr hissed.
"Neither do you," Remy frowned, "and if you DO, I'd love to know how you managed to gain enough of my DNA to conduct a paternity test for an unborn child," he added, feeling rather sure. Remy had to stop – just for a split second of course – and ask himself if it was possible that somewhere along the lines he may have given into lust at some time – perhaps drunkenly – and taken advantage of Kitty. But he assured himself it was just impossible.
Jean Grey and Scott Summers appeared from Jean's room, looking befuddled, just as Ororo did.
"Let him GO," Ororo commanded harshly, "do not make me tell you a third time, or you will regret it. I am STILL your team leader, and that is an order."
Piotr let go of Remy, and Remy to the floor with a soft thud on the carpet. Remy felt a small jolt in his spine as he landed on his backside.
"Ow, fuck, she didn't say drop me like I'm a sack of potatoes," Remy mumbled.
Kitty shook her head in disgrace, "this was not how I wanted this to come out…" she said in a half-sob.
"What's goin' on…" came a weary voice, Rogue's door had opened and she stood looking confusedly at everyone, her eyes tired, her face a little paler than usual.
"Kitty's pregnant, and Remy's the father," Bobby said instantly.
"Shut your fucking mouth," Remy growled, everyone saw his eyes flash that dangerous red just momentarily.
"What?" Rogue asked confusedly.
"Would everyone just shut up?!" Kitty shrieked suddenly, her eyes were red from crying now, her face flushed, her lips trembling. "Stop making accusations and starting rumours – none of you – apart from REMY, know ANYTHING, so just SHUT UP!" she yelled.
Remy got up slowly, "calm down," he said softly to her.
"No, I will not calm down!" she moved away from Remy, "now EVERYONE will know…know how STUPID I was. My life is over, my career, the respect I had…everything!" she sobbed. "I don't even WANT this baby, I never wanted it!"
"Yes you did," Remy put his hands on her shoulders, "you're just upset, when the light changes, you're going to see how you can turn this all around and MAKE it the best thing in your life…"
Piotr sighed, "I cannot stay here…" he decided.
"Go cool off," Remy suggested with a slight disdain for the man. He was getting quite annoyed with every accusation Piotr had ever made towards him, "then come back when you're ready to apologise to her."
"I have nothing to apologise for," Piotr said sternly, "she should be apologising to me – for keeping secrets…and you!" he shoved Remy, "should be apologising for not being able to keep your hands off her."
"Are you fucking mad!?" Remy demanded, "I already TOLD you I'm not the father. Is your skull as thick as your skin when you're in metal form?!" he clenched his fists. "Since the moment you and Kitty got together, I've been putting up with all kinds of accusations – none of which are true. If I'd known you were going to be this way I never would have TOLD you she had feelings for you in the first place."
"If you would stay away from her, we would not HAVE this problem," Piotr boomed.
"You can't STOP me from being friends with him!" Kitty yelled at Piotr furiously through her tears, she moved her hair away from her face, her blue eyes glistening.
"He's a thief and a liar and untrustworthy!" Piotr pointed towards Remy angrily.
Kitty shoved Piotr, her fury building up inside of her like a pot of water boiling until the bubbles were spilling over the edges. "Untrustworthy?!" Kitty demanded, "he's the only person in the world I CAN trust about now!" she yelled, "he's known all this time and didn't tell a soul. He looked after me when I needed him, he listened when I needed to talk, he didn't judge me the way you did!" she shoved him again, even harder, it didn't even budge him. "He had his OWN problems, and he was there for me regardless of his own stress! He's the best friend ANYONE could ever have and a better friend to me than YOU'LL ever be!"
"Watch out for those mood swings, Kitty," Remy mumbled softly.
"The way you feel about him is even more evidence that he is the father," Piotr said, very calmly and coldly.
"Look, Piotr, I'm not going to stand here all day and argue about this. I am NOT in any way the father of her baby," Remy growled.
"Then who is?!" Piotr demanded.
"Maybe you should ask her – politely – instead of pointing accusing fingers at me at every ample opportunity."
"He has a right to, you know," Bobby said, folding his arms. "After all, there's that old phrase 'never trust a thief'. Perhaps the person who coined the phrase was one of your many ex-lovers."
"Bobby! Quiet," Ororo commanded, her blue eyes flashed white momentarily then faded back to that clear sky blue colour once again. "You have no involvement in this at all, so you will hold your tongue."
"Why should I?" Bobby demanded rather indignantly, he gave Ororo an icy stare. "Anyway, I'm suspended from the X-Men, remember? You can't command me anymore," Bobby uttered, he stomped off down the hall, disappearing down the stairs.
Betsy, who had remained silent until all this time, merely smiled, and walked away behind Bobby, her long plum tinted hair, which seemed almost lighter than feathers, floated behind her, shining magnificently. Then she was gone. Now, only Ororo, Remy, Jean, Kitty and Piotr remained standing in the hall.
Remy shook his head at Betsy's behaviour. She was smug that he was once again the centre of negative attention – and this time she seemed perfectly delighted that Kitty had been humiliated by her pregnancy being announced rather publicly in the hallway.
Jean moved over to Kitty, "Kitty, come with me, I think you should discuss this with the Professor," she said softly. She put her arm around Kitty and led her away slowly, talking in a soothing voice as they left together.
Rogue touched Remy's shoulder, "What's going on exactly?" she asked, her voice full of confusion, she had not spoken throughout the commotion up until now.
"I'll tell you later," Remy sighed, he looked at her softly. The truth was, he really didn't want to tell her anything, not right now. He was very aware that his nerves were screaming for nicotine, and he pulled himself together. "I'm goin' out for cigarettes."