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Author's Note: Honestly, I've been listening to too much Queen lately. And I've been stressed out from work and the election that happened in Canada. I worked 16 hours at the poll booth that day… But, somehow I managed to write this chapter. I'm dead tired. Thanks to everyone who have taken an interest in this story. Very gracious of you all. The songs used in this story are not mine either. They belong to the people who own Let's Stay Together and Songbird. Also, only edited once… so if there are mistakes, I'll fix 'em later. So, everyone read, enjoy, and review!
Ish: First reviewer, boy are you quick. Can guarantee you that the love won't be as sweet as the story progresses, but never fear the love will always be there. Still haven't gotten around to reading your new fic. Been busy with life… eww… don't you hate life…. But I'll get on it my dear, so expect a review in a few days! Much love always! IceAngel46: Thank you for reading most of my stories and reviewing when you can. Sorry, that you had to wait 'forever' for the sequel, but no more waiting eternity anymore, dude! Enjoy! Epona04: That was a good dose of romyness… though I doubt it'll last. You'll see what I mean! Thanks for the review! Melancholic: Yeah, Remy's lying through his teeth. What can y' do? Anywho, update your story. I wanna read more! roguewanderer: You're not a bad person at all. I mean, just because I don't have a life doesn't mean other people shouldn't either…lol. Anywho, glad to read your wacky reviews again. Thanks! Queen of Gambitia/ Minion: No, they're not married. You don't have to read Somewhere I Belong, but it'll help to understand some elements in the story especially for later on. But, you can read this as it is. Thanks for the review! Flamming Fire Goddess: Thanks for all those lovely words, my dear! Made me bubbly inside. Anywho, updated I did! Enjoy! Evosmylife: Well, Remy losing control… is going to be a big problem. I can guarantee that. And thanks for always being such a terrific reviewer! It's very awesome of you! A million chocolate kisses heading your way! Star-of-Chaos: I'm glad to see the sequel started too, though it makes me want to not finish my other stories. Oh well, what can I do, eh? Just me: Glad you're excited about the sequel because I am too. It's gonna be a long ride so hang on! T.: We'll learn the reason behind his lost of control soon enough… but probably not soon enough for you. :p Aro: Hot pockets are yummy. I'm glad you're in love and on the favorites list already… I'm flattered! Anywho, haven't found much time to finish Changes but I'm getting there. Oh yes, I'll finish it and start on choices by the end of this weekend. I'm determined so look for reviews my dear! Deadhead89: Already declaring it an excellent Romy? I'm flattered. Thank you. TheRealMai: I'm happy that you're wondering what's happening next. I kind of like your speculations… we'll see if you're right soon enough. Episodic: Wrote the next chapter… now, where's my treat? :P Alyxandria: Glad you're enjoying it, but if it's not too much trouble, can you update your story? I really want to find out what happens with Rogue and Remy… I mean, girl, it has been five months now! I'm getting impatient…. :P enchantedlight: Update I did. Enjoy! RikaTabithaStarr: He wants to keep it a secret because he's ashamed of it. Let's see how long it stays a secret. Zaima: Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. Enjoy, my dear! Weapon X 61: Okay, I'm going as fast as I can! Hope it's fast enough… though Pietro on skates seems pretty damn fast. Peace215: Yups, she's got long hair and the goth-make up is gone though I didn't cover that. But, we'll just assume it is. Umm… we'll see if Rogue's gonna be there for Remy and vice versa. And me, write an angsty fluffy romance story? I don't know if it's possible my dear… this story will definitely contain some of both… but more so angst than fluff but I'll work on it. And it has been two days since you review, so I fulfilled your desire! Yay for me and you. Demiducky25: Remy thinks that he could train Rogue like Pavlov's dogs… because sometimes the hottest men are egotistical idiots…lol. Glad you like the revenge mentality. That was probably one of my favorite moments in the last chapter as well. You'll enjoy the twist even more later… I can assure you of that! Thanks for reviewing!
On with the story…
Breaking The Habit
The bottom of the window's frame landed ever so softly on the sill, as he turned around and leaned against the wall. The entire place was as black as the velvet sky minus the stars of course, and not an inch did he move. He knew that there had to be sensors all around the great hall but the key was to knowing where the sensors were actually located. Slowly and steadily, he reached into the inner pocket of his trench coat and produced a solution to his problem. With a quick click, flick and snap, all the sensors were now visible and they were a couple of feet off the floor, intersecting each other perpendicularly. Each square was about three feet by three feet, and he looked down and realized that he got extremely lucky being that he was standing in the middle of one the sensor divisions.
A few strategic ideas came to mind as he contemplated his next move. He knew he had about fifteen minute to get the job done, but he was hoping to finish it in ten, being a perfectionist and all when it came to his craft. Swiftly, he took his folded Bo staff out of his pocket, twisted it open, and revealed a spear contained in the interior of it. Cautiously, he got down on his knees slowly as he placed the staff half a feet below the sensor. Holding the staff securely, he shot the spear across the hall and it punctured the wall while the hooks released and dug itself into the inner wall. There was a long rope that trailed behind it and was connected it to the Bo staff. Slithering slowly beneath the sensor with the top of his head facing the direction of his spear, he clung onto the still folded Bo staff and pressed a button, and within a few seconds, he was across the great hall and right where the spear was.
Quickly taking the spear out of the hole in the wall, he stood up and right next to him was where it stood. The 17th century round-shaped 314.22 carats sapphire was sitting beautifully in its Italian crystal glass case. There was no mistake that this gem was worth more than most of the human population could make in an entire lifetime. And this gem was going to make him a very rich man, for the man enlisting his services was paying him a hefty sum that would undoubtedly have him living comfortably for the rest of his life.
Taking out a small sharp instrument that could only be obtained on the black market, he made a cut on to the top of the Italian crystal case, the exact spot where the internal sensors of the display case did not hit. As beautiful of a display case it was, he knew that they all had the same security system; a very good system that would throw some of the best professionals off, but then again, Gambit was in a league of his own.
With another suction cup type instrument that also was only available on the black market, he quickly removed the piece of crystal glass quickly and placed it in an inner pocket of his coat. The next step would be the tricky part, getting the sapphire out of the case. Positioning himself at the correct angle and steadying his hand containing a rock the exact weight of the sapphire, he reached in and made the switch swiftly. He pulled back his hand with the sapphire in hand now and once it was out of the display case, he knew he had exactly five minutes to get out of there. For every five minutes, the display case had special detectors to ensure that the sapphire was indeed there.
Before sliding back down to the ground, he placed the precious jewel in a drawstring pouch and within a bag tied to his body. Within a few seconds he was back on the other side of the room and next to the window once more. With the window's alarm still deactivated, he lifted it open. But as he was about to release his hold on the now opened window, he felt the heat again. The same heat that he had been coming and going for the past few days. He looked at the frame of the window, and it was glowing a bright crimson now. Panicking, he knew that it would be five seconds before it exploded. He quickly jumped out the window and landed roughly on the lawn of the magnificent mansion.
BOOM!
The lights were all on now, alarms screamed, and he was sprinting across the vast lawn. The dogs were barking as they were released from their cages and raced after him, giving him more incentive to run as fast as he possibly could. A leap over the hedges, a side step around the old oak tree, another jump over the fountain, and the stonewall that circled the mansion was in sight. However, the dogs were gaining ground on him, not to mention that he could see police car lights from a few blocks away. He reached into his pocket, produced three charged cards and threw it straight at the stonewall.
BOOM!
The wall exploded, creating a massive hole for him to run through. As he did, he threw a couple of charged cards at the persistent dogs and couple more towards the direction of the oncoming police cars which created a massive gap in the middle of the road.
He continued running as he dodged through woods that was before him while taking a completely different route that he had come from. While planning his course of action, he had marked his routes through the woods in such a way that if it were to be traced, the two routes would intersect each other so many times that it would be confusing to keep track of what was what. In addition, he laid out leaves upon leaves, which he knew would help cover his footsteps since the leaves would hopefully, with the help of the weather, scattered and land anywhere but their original spots.
Getting across the woods, he ended up next to his escape route, an old sewer entrance that had been ignored for some time now. Opening it up, he climbed down and closed the entrance. Walking through the advance sewage system, he was on his way back to his client where he would undoubtedly get the biggest pay of his life. Unnerved by the prospect of a possible argument that might ensue between him and his client on the topic of the mass media attention this heist would undoubtedly get, he couldn't help shake off that odd tingling feeling in his fingers. He had almost ruin every thing he has worked for; the biggest pay day of possibly anyone's life time, his career as one of, if not the best, professional thief out there, his life with Rogue, … all because he was losing control of it.
The memories resurfaced and he tried to shrug it off. He couldn't be losing control. He had gained control for well over five years now. He didn't need it anymore. He was fine. He had complete power over his mutation. He was fine. But no matter how many times he repeated that in his mind, he knew he wasn't.
-xoxo-
Side to side, their bodies swayed in coordination as his hands rested firmly on her lower back while hers were clasped behind his neck. In the dimly lit room where the only source of light was provided by couple dozens of candles, the silhouettes of the lovers looked as if they were one in the same. Perhaps, that was what they were, for the same fiery spirit clearly ran in both their souls and the connection they had with each other was unbreakable. Yet, there was always still the chance of them coming across an obstacle so harsh that conclusions shouldn't be made just yet.
In the meantime, however, the lovers simply danced to the soft music of her voice.
"For you, there'll be no crying.
For you, the sun will be shining.
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you.
It's alright.
I know it's right.
And the songbirds keep singing like they know the score.
And I love you
I love you
I love you.
Like never before."
"Je t'aime aussi." He murmured when she finished her song. He leaned in for a soft sensual kiss on her luscious lips. Pulling back a few inches, though their foreheads were still touching, she asked softly, "So ah believe it's time you grace me with a song, sir."
"Chere, as much as I love y'… I'm not gonna sing." He rejected.
"But ah love it when ya sing." She pouted slightly.
"Oui, but I hate it." He stated.
"But… ah sang for you." She argued.
"And I loved every bit of it, ma cherie amour." He replied.
"Now, that's a good song. Sing it for me, Remy." She requested.
"Nice try, Rogue. But I'm not singing." He refused.
"Fine." She gave up and leaned her head on his chest.
Though there was no music, the two kept on dancing. It was an activity they often did, with or without music. Since that first dance all those dances ago, it became a part of their relationship. It was an intimate state where the two of them could indulge in the mere presence of the other without any hesitation, worries, or cares. It was responsible for the beginning of their love and would always continue to harvest that love.
Moments after moments passed, and they kept at it. The silence would eventually end though as he spoke softly, "A penny for your t'ought, chere."
"Mmm… just thinking about t'day." She whispered her response.
"What 'bout de day?" He queried.
"Ya really scared me… didn't know it was that big of a job. Should have really told me, Remy." She scolded quietly.
"Rogue, we've been through dis. Everyt'ing worked out fine. Y'know you can quit your job now. Dere's no need for dat anymore." He said calmly as he thought about the vast sum of money now sitting in his overseas bank account.
"It was never about the money, sugah. Ya could have been…"
"Chere, dere's no way, I could have gotten caught. Remy's a professional. Best of de best." He said confidently.
"Then, explain to me all those explosions? Ya never use your powers on a job, Remy. You're never careless either. And don't ya dare go saying that blowing up that window was part of your plan." She said sternly.
"Rogue, do y' trust me?" He asked in response.
"This has nothing to do wit…"
"Do y' trust me?" He asked again. Bringing a hand forward, he gently lifted her chin. She looked into his pair of rubies and sighed. "Ya know ah do."
"Den dat's all dat matters."
"But ah was really scared, swamp rat… ah thought ah might have los…"
"You're never gonna lose me, Rogue. I ain't going nowhere. Not now, not ever." He assured her.
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Hmm… fine then." She finally dismissed the topic. He brushed the side of her face with the back of his gloved hand, and smiled. "Dat's my girl." He said before leaning in and kissing her.
Breaking off the kiss, she frowned slightly and asked, "Remy, why are ya wearing gloves?"
"It's just one question after anot'er, isn't it?" He answered with a question of his own in order to dodge hers.
"There's something ya ain't telling me…" She began.
"Rogue, everyt'ing is fine. I'm not keep anyt'ing from y'. Remy be wearin' gloves 'cause it's cold. Dat's it. Stop being so paranoid." He lied through his teeth. After almost blowing his biggest heist ever, he didn't waste any time putting on gloves that covered every single finger as soon as he returned home. He was feeling conscious of his continuous spontaneous lapse of control, and the memories kept coming back to him. The same ones that he never wanted to recall again nor ever inform Rogue about. Deeds from his past, experiments here and there, all were done too shamefully and horribly and he had sworn that he would never mention it again. He had every intention in keeping that promise.
Entangling her fingers with his gloved ones, she took another direction, as she purred, "But the best way to warm up is body heat…"
Remy opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Rogue pulled her fingers away from him as she screamed, "REMY! GET THOSE DAMN THINGS OFF!"
Sure enough, both gloves were becoming charged, as he pulled them off his hands not a second sooner. The gloves exploded while they both jumped and took cover. As soon as the coast was clear, she asked in a forced calmness, "Remy, are ya okay?"
"Yeah… I'm fine, chere. Never better…" He managed to mumble while he cursed himself silently.
"Don't lie t'me! What the hell was that? There's something you're not telling me! What happened just there?" She asked angrily.
"Y' got de Cajun excited… couldn't rid of the gloves fast enough." He lied as smoothly as he could, but she didn't believe him one bit.
"Don't lie to me, Remy. Ah thought we're better than that. Ah thought we're always gonna be honest with each other. Now, please tell me what's wrong." She pleaded and reached for his hands. However, he retreated from her, fearful that he might accidentally charge something of hers. This move only added to her suspicions.
"Remy, ya asked me if ah trusted ya and ah said ah did. Now, ah'm gonna ask ya the same question. Do ya trust me?"
"Oui. I trust y'."
"Then tell me what's really the problem."
"I already did." He lied as he looked away from her inquisitive green eyes. Instead of asking again, she only shook her head and walked away from him. "Fine, ya don't wanna tell me, then don't. Keep your secrets. Apparently, ah'm nobody important enough for ya t'trust your secrets with."
Quickly, he snatched her wrist but she pulled it away from his grasp. "Rogue, don't be mad. Honestly, I was telling de truth." He lied further.
"Don't touch me." She hissed, took a seat on the sofa and picked up a random magazine off the coffee table.
"Rogue… you're blowing dis out of proportion." He insisted.
"Fine. Whatever then." She shrugged.
Getting desperate now, he took a seat next to her, but she inched away from him. He moved closer and again, she inched away from him. "Chere, please don't be mad." He begged softly. She didn't reply though as she flipped the magazine rapidly while ignoring him.
Having no choice but to use the ultimate weapon, he leaned in to her ear and ever so softly, he sang,
"I'm… I'm so in love with you.
Whatever you want to do
Is alright with me…"
"This isn't gonna get ya off the hook." She said while trying hard not to give in.
"'Cause you make me feel so brand new.
And I wanna spend my life with you…"
"Ah'm not kidding, Remy… just because ah'm a sucker for your singing doesn't mean it fixes everything…" She insisted weakly.
Moving his lips from her ear and down to her lips, where it was positioned less than an inch away from touch, he continued singing,
"Me sayin' since, baby, since we've been together
Oooo… Loving you forever
Is what I need
Let me, be the one you come running to
I'll never be untrue…"
"You're crazy, y'know…" She whispered softly.
"Let's, let's stay together
Loving you whether whether
Times are good or bad, happy or sad…"
With the end of the last line, she couldn't resist any longer. She leaned in and kissed him. Grabbing a hold of her finally, he kissed her deeply but pulled her up from the sofa. When their lips parted, he continued to sing while twirling her around.
"Why somebody, why people break up
On, and turn around and make up
I just can't see
You'd never do that to me
'Cause being around is all I see
It's why I want us to
Let's, let's stay together…"
-xoxo-
There was glass all over the floor, scattered between the pieces of wood that were once part of a chair. Bits and pieces of fabric were part of the huge mess in the kitchen as well, along with ash that was sheets of paper only a minute ago. Fragments of twisted metal, hidden between crooks and corners of the mess gleamed brightly under the fluorescent light.
The person responsible for the mess was shaking intensively while he pondered whether or not he should risk the chance of blowing up the telephone by using it. But, he had no choice to use the phone. He was losing complete control and though it had been years since he used them, he needed it at the moment and there was only one person he knew that could and would get them for him.
Hastily, he picked up the phone and dialed the number quickly while at the same time, he hoped with all hope that he could at least finish his phone call before he blew up the phone as well.
"Hello?" The other end of the line answered.
"It's Gambit. Get as many as y'can. I need it." He requested hurriedly.
"Gambit? Ohh… not again.. no man, I can't do that. He'll…"
"Fuck, I saved your life more t'an once! Y're gonna get dem for me. Meet me behind de old warehouse on fifth in an hour's time." He ordered.
"I'll try…"
"No, y'll get it done."
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