Disclaimer: Not mine, wish it was. Maybe if I wish hard enough it could be.. Aww nuts who am I kidding, I know better.
-Interlude of a different Sort-
(Dedicated to those that have been waiting for this)
As each adult filed off to bed one by one, Remy LeBeau stayed in the living room, staring at the now blank television screen. One single deck of cards was held in his hand, and he was shuffling them back and forth, the gentle sound the only thing that gave any warning that the room was inoccupied.
Two things he had learned in his life time from his father and his Tante. 'Never lay a hand unwarrented on a lady.' and 'Make sure to never piss in the wind.' Right now the first one applied. Remy, in all his days, and in all of his.. Less savory occupations had never once hit a femme. Not even Belladonna, and sometimes that chienne folle d'âne (crazy ass bitch) deserved it, hell she still deserves it. But he never laid a hand on a woman, never hurt one physically, unless it was a matter of self preservation, and then it was warrented. This, what this Drake guy, no boy, did was unexcusable by any nature of the word.
He continued to stare into that blank screen, his red on black eyes glowing faintly with heated anger. Those things, he thought about Marie? How could he think those things and then attempt to deny them? He was such a fucking flake, he almost had to believe he's always been this way. You can't just turn into an asshole overnight, can you?
"La merde, quelqu'un doit enseigner à ce baiseur une leçon des façons." (Shit, someone needs to teach that fucker a lesson in manners.) Remy was talking to himself, he didn't think anyone would be listening. He had learned a few things while he was at the mansion. Almost all of them pertained in a way around Marie. It was a healthy attraction, he wasn't obsessed, but he had learned a lot about her, from her, and in general the world.
Marie was a sweet girl with a very sweet disposition, given a very shitty lot in life. She had been cursed with her mutation in far more griveious and determental ways than any other mutant he had known. She couldn't touch, she couldn't be touched. The simplest gesture of kindness was laid to waste because of the fear and the invisible wall she had constructed around herself.
Almost all students within the mansion were scared of Marie, due to her powers. It didn't matter how kind she acted, how sweet she truly was, they still had an inherit fear about her, due to the fact that if they got to close they could possibly end up dying. It wasn't a concious effort in their part to do so. It was human instinct to survive and protect themselves. Unfortunately that also meant protecting themselves against one of their own.
There were people within this school, who would die for her willingly. He being one of them. Then again he would die for any of his friends, which were few and far between, though he had gained a few more since his time here. He knew that Logan was a big teddy bear around the girl, and was on the fast track to becoming the father Remy himself wish he had had when he was growing up. He knew that Hank would never allow anything to truly harm her, if it was in his capability to do so. He knew that Stormy watched over her like a mother would a child, and tried to soothe her fears when she could. He knew that Scooter thought of her like a little sister, and she had proven so much to him in the time she had been in the institute. He also knew that Charles Xavier was proud of Marie, the simple fact she continued to try.
He learned that the mutant race in a whole was just as equally bigoted as were normal humans. That there was hate on both sides of the fence, and in truth it was all about fear. Fear was the strongest inducer for the bigotry that was going on. Fear because neither side could fully understand the mutant gene, the simple fact that yes mutants were evolved humans, but why? Fear because it was still unknown exactly what would happen in the future. Fear bigotry, bigotry induced hate, hate induced wars.
The cards continued to shuffle as Remy was lost in his own thoughts. He was so god damned annoyed, that it wasn't even funny. No annoyed wasn't a good word for it, he was angry. He was so angry that someone who supposedly loved the ange, could even possibly think the things he did. Perhaps he should be a little jealous of Remy, but to full out attack his supposed best friend, and make snide comments about the man that loved Marie like a father? That was ridiculous. He couldn't handle it anymore. The cards went flying into the room, thankfully uncharged, and laid there as Remy stood up and began to hunt down the ice-prick.
. . .It didn't take long for Remy to find Bobby. He was in the kitchen eating ice cream. It took him a few moments to compose himself before he entered the kitchen, walking to the fridge, and looking inside. His jaw was tense, he knew that the son of a bitch was looking at him, staring at him.
"Sup homme?" Remy asked, looking over his shoulder at Bobby.
"Nothing much, just eating some ice cream before bed." Bobby shrugged his shoulders, and went to look down at his ice cream, so he wouldn't have to stare daggers at Remy while he was looking at him.
Remy gives a small nod, looking back into the fridge a moment. "How's things with you and Marie going?" He asked in a soft voice, already knowing the correct answer.
"Things can't be better." Bobby lied through his teeth.
Remy slammed the fridge door shut, and was quickly to Bobby before the ice cube could react. His hand stretching out, gathering the collar of Bobby's t-shirt in a fist and pulling him closer. "Don't you -ever- fucking lie to me again!" His voice was low, though that tone was indeed threatening. "Don't you -ever- fucking touch her again either! When a woman says to let go, you fucking let go, back off and let them be on their merry god damned way!" His hand was shaking, he was about to lose his cool.
"You don't know shit you filthy Cajun!"
Remy grinned, that cocky smirk of his just infuriating Bobby. "Gambit don't know shit eh? How 'bout de fact dat Marie left y'tonight, because y'bein' a stupid arrogant jealous sumbitch, who t'inks dat she be weak, dat she needs savin' from herself. Dat de man dat loves her like a pere is tryin' to get down her pants?! Nah Gambit don't know shit mon ami, even if he heard de whole damn t'ing." He glared at Bobby, daring him to say something.
Bobby's hand reached up, touching Remy's and began to freeze it. Before he could continue, Remy began charging Bobby's shirt. "Non non non... Y'see. Gambit dun t'ink dat de Ice-Cube wanna be doin' dat. He suggests y'stop right now befo' you get hurt." He then moved quickly, stepping backwards, then slamming Bobby up against a wall. "Gambit also suggests a few ot're t'ings. Y'leave Marie alone, she be goin' through enough shit right now dat she don't need some fuckin' pansy, whiney ass momma's boy who be too worried about de men in his femme's life t'give a damn about de femme. She don't need it homme.. She don't need you." His other hand coming up in a fist, slamming against the wall by Bobby's head. "Also suggest dat y'keep as far way from Gambit as y'possibly can." He withdraws the charge slowly. "T'ird. Gambit suggest dat y'go to y'room right now. Before it get real ugly like." But Remy didn't let go of his shirt.
Bobby glared at Remy, he was breathing hard. "Why, what are you going to do Gambit? Puh-lease you don't scare me. You're a fucking pussy." Bobby, sometimes definately needed to learn when to shut his mouth.
"Dat it homme, Gambit told y'to go t'bed." He doubled up his fist again, and then belted Bobby, letting go of him and taking a few steps back, as blood gushed from Bobby's nose. The way Remy had punched him, he knew that he had broken his nose. "First time Gambit ever hit a man dat didn't hit first. But.. Y'deserved it. Y'leave Marie alone, y'dun bother her, y'dun look at her, and y'dun even t'ink about her. Gambit find out y'have... I tell de Wolverine. Get de fuck outta here." Remy stared at Bobby, his shoulders heaving with every breath he took, staring into his eyes. "GO."
Bobby, who was clutching his nose, got up and ran out of the room quickly.
"Don't have to worry about telling the Wolverine. He just heard it all." Logan said, who had entered the kitchen almost immediately after the begining of the encounter. He shook his head, leaning against the counter.. Staring at Remy for a moment.
Remy looked towards Logan, he was still so angry, it wasn't funny. "Not gonna apologize."
"Didn't expect ya too Cajun. You let him off easier than I would have but. . . I think he got the point." Logan gave a small nod, sitting down on the stool beside the counter. "So what set you off?"
Remy went into what he had seen in the foyer, he couldn't really lie to Logan about it. He knew he had seen something after all. So he was upfront and honest about it. Logan told Remy, he figured that might be what had caused Marie to get so upset earlier and locked herself in the bedroom. They decided not to bring it up to Marie unless it was absolutely necessary, and that they'd keep a closer eye on the ice-prick. Of course, Logan had already decided to have a little chat with Bobby Drake himself. That wonderful over-protective nature was rolling through him, and he wouldnt' let it sit this time.
Remy and Logan parted ways. As Remy went up to his room to catch some sleep, he first checked in on Marie, a habit as of late it seemed. Almost every night, since that night he had laid with her (for all of 15 minutes). As he snuck in silently, and made his way to her bed, he smiled as he saw she was asleep. He leaned down, kissing the top of his head, and whispering softly into her hair. "Marie, dorment le sommeil des anges, et savent que vous êtes inquiété de et ont aimé. Savez que même tandis que vous dormez, vous n'êtes pas seul." (Marie, sleep the sleep of angels, and know that you are cared for and loved. Know that even while you sleep, you are not alone.) He then stood up and left the bedroom as quietly as he had entered. He only prayed that if she found out, she would understand.
Author's Notes: Yes another interlude as Chapter 10, I just wanted to give this the due that it was deserved,a nd hoped that it was as good, as I would like it to be. This is for all those that have been wanting Remy to kick Bobby's teeth in. Well I just settled for him breaking his nose. Enjoy!