HA! How's this for quick updating then? No complaints right?? Fast enough for you?? Erm, just don't expect it too often. But I am in the mood for Lance/Remy so It might just be updated again in the next few days… Heh heh, we will definitely be seeing Kitty's reaction to them going out (when it ever happens) and will not be a very happy kitty at all. Hmmm, Rogue jealous?? Yes but of who? She used to be on the same team as Lance, we never know what might have gone on there and then there was that little "moment" with Gambit in the alley thing, hmmmm…
Chapter Six
We were only three weeks into the home schooling before I found myself getting so bored by the work that I was even starting to look forward to the training sessions as a way to get away from my lessons. I never understood why they taught half the things they teach us in school anyway. I mean, what the hell am I ever going to use chemistry or algebra for in my life anyway? Pointless waste of time is what it is. I never even got the chance to cheat as whenever a test was sent Gambit would sit me down in the kitchen and stay there with me until I had finished. He did the same thing with Fred and Todd as well.
It was one thing I just couldn't figure out. We were supposed to be the bad guys and bad guys cheat and lie and steal. Well, we had those last two things down pretty good, I know that Gambit and Todd both pick pockets whenever they get the chance and I'm not opposed to lifting things myself but for some reason Remy would not let us cheat on our schoolwork. I was determined to find out why and maybe I could even make Remy see the light that was cheating.
So I was sitting at the kitchen table, puzzling out the answer to some math question and getting frustrated. He was leaning against the countering drinking a cup of that horrible coffee of his. I sighed in frustration and turned to him.
"You know this would be a lot easier if you would just let me see that book!" Said book would have all the answers I could possibly need, all I would have to do was look them up, much easier than working the problems out.
He smirked and shook his head. "Non," he said lightly.
"Is there a reason for that or do you just enjoy torturing us?" I was really beginning to think that that was all it was.
"I jus' enjoy torturing y'."
"Uh-huh, yeah, that's great and all but I'm thinking that you should give me that book now," I ground out and got off the chair, advancing towards the book that sat next to him on the counter. He grabbed it before I could and waved it in front of me.
"I don' t'ink so." He was grinning at me. I growled and lunged at him but he dodged me and jumped onto the kitchen table. "Ah ah ah, y' be a good boy an' do y' work proper."
"Dammit, give me that!" I think I must have sounded really angry to him, although I hadn't meant to, because he pretty much deflated and the grin vanished.
"Y' really want dis?" I looked at him critically for a moment before answering.
"Yeah," I said cautiously. He climbed off the table and handed me the book.
"Take it den," he said shortly and walked out, leaving me standing stunned in the kitchen. He was angry. I thought back over what had just happened. I couldn't see anything thing that I had done, I had really only been joking around even if I didn't see the point in the work I was doing. But, he had gotten angry and left, huh, talk about mood swings.
I dismissed it for now and sat back down to finish the test. The book sat temptingly next to me but Remy had succeeded in making me feel guilty and I didn't once look at it for the answers. It didn't take me long anyway as I'd only had a couple of questions left.
I wandered into the living room and found Gambit sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV. He looked up at me, disappointed and sad. I cringed at the look.
"Y' finished den?" He asked listlessly, though there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as well. I nodded but before I could say anything else he snorted in disgust and got up to leave. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back around. His look of surprise turned to anger as I yelled at him.
"What the hell is your problem, Gambit?"
"Y' are, Avalanche. Y' t'ink dat all dis is just a game? Dis is important. I t'ought y' understood dat but I guess I over estimated y'."
"For God's sakes, Remy, I was just joking in there!" He looked at me cynically.
"But, y' still don' understand why I don' want y' t' cheat, oui?"
I shrugged. "Yeah."
"Y' can' learn anyt'ing if y' go around copying it from other people. Den when y' done, y' still don' know anyt'ing an' y' still end up on de streets." And ending up on the streets was always something I had promised myself wouldn't happen, that I would do anything to stop that from happening.
"Are you speaking from experience?" I was almost afraid to hear the answer. I couldn't imagine living on the streets and wondered if it would have been better or worse than living in an orphanage. Was Remy trying so hard to keep us off the streets because he had been there himself?
"Oui," he finally answered me. He didn't elaborate though and I didn't ask. Instead, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
"I didn't look at the answers," I said as he turned and walked away from me. He looked over his shoulder to smile at me but continued to walk out of the room, seemingly depressed and I wished that I hadn't asked that question. I watched him leave and then headed outdoors. It was absolutely gorgeous out and I had already wasted too much of the day indoors.
#
Walking down the sidewalk, I had hoped to see Kitty since I hadn't had much of a chance to speak with her since the whole home schooling thing started. Both Todd and Fred have asked countless time what I see in her. Truth is that I sometimes wonder the same thing myself. But, she's pretty, she's eternally happy and bouncy and just so full of life. She makes me forget about all the crap that has happened to me in the past when I'm with her.
Not that that has happened too often, though, especially lately. The guys tell me to give it up, that she is never gonna go for a hood like me. Sometimes, she's so cold to me that I think they're right but, then, there are times when it's so perfect between us, even though these are fleeting, that I couldn't imagine being without her. I don't think I could be alone, anyway. I've been alone for too long. So, while I'm not so sure if I actually love her, I do need her.
I didn't have so much luck as to see Kitty, though. Instead, my day took a turn for the worst and Scott and Kurt came walking down the sidewalk towards me. Great, just what I needed. I contemplated crossing to the other side of the street but thought that maybe a good fight was just what I needed to clear my head a bit. I smirked and shook the ground under them causing them both to fall with a cry.
"Have a nice trip, Summers?" I laughed at them. Pity there hadn't been a mud puddle but it hadn't rained for at least a week.
"Why don't you grow up, Alvers?" Scott growled as he hauled himself back to his feet. He was only halfway up when I rocked the ground under him again and he fell back. As if he was any more mature than me anyways. This really was putting me in a better mood, though.
"Lance, like, knock it off!" My smile vanished as I saw Kitty and Rogue coming up the sidewalk behind Summers and Kurt. I smiled a little more sweetly at them and let Scott clamber back to his feet. Kitty looked plain mad at me but that was nothing knew. Rogue actually had a bit of a smirk on her face, though she was trying to hide it. "What is the matter with you, Lance?"
"Aw come on, Kitty. No harm done, just a bit of fun." To prove my point I tried to knock Summers down again but he was smart enough to jump away this time. He glared and I smirked at him. Kitty rolled her eyes at me.
"Come on, Kitty, we have to get back to the mansion, we have a training session," Scott said from behind her, apparently choosing to ignore me. So much for a good fight.
"See ya, Lance," Kitty called out as Scott dragged her away. I sighed and continued on my way, not quite ready to go home yet.
#
By the time I made it back to the house, it was past dark and everyone was already sleeping as we had a training session in the morning and then assignments to work on. I made myself a quick snack and then headed up to my room.
Walking down the hall, I could swear that I heard moaning and…crying? Frowning in puzzlement, I walked closer to the sounds until I realized that they were coming from Remy's room. I listened for a moment as more moaning and then pleading drifted though the door. He was begging for someone to stop, it sounded like a nightmare I would have and I couldn't let him go through it.
So, I creaked the door open and stepped into his room. It was dark but the moonlight coming through the cracks in the blinds was enough to allow me to see Remy's form tangled in the blankets. One long arm latched onto the bedside lamp, slowly charging it.
"Shit, Remy!" I leapt across the room, hoping to get him away from the lamp before it exploded. I managed to grab onto his wrist and pressed my fingers hard to the inside of it so that he let go of the lamp. Unfortunately, it was too late as the lamp exploded and sent the both of us off of the bed and into a heap on the floor.
The explosion was big enough to daze me for a moment but nothing more. Remy had been in front of me, taking the brunt of the explosion. I looked at him worriedly as Todd and Fred ran into the room.
"What happened?" Todd asked.
"Just go, I got this," I groaned out. Remy moaned and I slid out from under him so I could lift him back onto the bed.
"Are you sure?" Todd questioned again.
"Yes, go." Fred and Todd looked at each other before shrugging and going back to their rooms. With them gone, I turned my attention back to Remy who was finally beginning to come around. He moaned and I leaned over him slightly, wanting to see if he had hurt himself.
"Ugh, wha 'appened?" he slurred out.
"You were having a nightmare and nearly blew yourself up is what happened," I answered. He glared at my light tone and managed to push himself up to lean on his elbows. I began to check him over to make sure he hadn't done anything to hurt himself but he batted my hands away.
"Don' touch me," he bit out and I looked at him in surprise.
"I was just making sure you haven't hurt yourself."
"I'm fine, just get out." He stumbled to his feet and out the door. I followed him, worried because he still swayed slightly. He headed for the bathroom.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I tried to catch his eye but he wouldn't look at me. I knew that he was not okay, that something was wrong, but it wasn't my place to force him to tell me if he didn't want to.
"Just go away, Lance." With that, he shut the door to the bathroom and I heard the click of the lock. Not being able to do anything else, I went to my room and tried to sleep but couldn't. Instead, I listened to the sounds of the shower going. When it finally stopped, I looked over at my clock and realized that over an hour had gone by. Remy must have waited for the hot water to run out. He, then, walked over to his bedroom and I could hear him cleaning the glass from the shattered lamp. Things went quiet after that and I figured he must have gone to bed so I started to doze myself, content that everything would be okay.