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Freak87: well entertainment is what I'm going for I think, after all, its not exactly designed to make you think and re-evaluate your life or anything. If you go back to chapter four (I think) Remy's job is there, I was trying to find a legal alternative for "thief", it was hard…The anticlimax is coming, I'll tell you that much, but you do realise your about to be let down by an anticlimax don't you? Just a warning…
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Ishandahalf: aww I feel for you ishy, you should have got them to bring you back a latte! Although I am starting to wonder just how caffeinated you need to be! I'm stuck inside too today too cuz I have flu. It sucks beyond belief; I have to stay home and drink icky lempsip. Yeah things can't stay that good forever, but I don't want to give away too much just yet, all in good time!
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Music When The Lights Go Out
Chapter Fifteen (Something about bad news)
The summer was fading and the autumn slowly creeping in. The very first leaves were beginning to fall and change colour on the trees and a chill starting to nip in the air. Rogue loved the autumn. She loved the colour and the vibrancy of it all. She didn't like the cold so much though, that part wasn't fun at all.
Piotr had decided to invite her and Remy round for dinner, and asked her to bring Kitty along too. Kitty had been thrilled; it was the kind of opportunity she had been waiting for for ages.
Dressed in a swishy black dress she walked along the city streets towards Remy's. It was on the way to Piotr's, so she was going there first, that way her and Remy could arrive together, fashionably late, and Kitty would get some time alone with her favourite Russian. It had all been perfectly planned.
Remy, as it turned out, was running bit late anyway and opened the door in a hurry, giving her a quick kiss and smudging her lipstick before rushing off to find his trench coat.
"Relax, we've got time," she soothed, grabbing his hand and stopping him in his tracks, pulling herself into his embrace. "Kitty wants us ta be late so she can have Piotr ta herself for a lil while."
"Poor Petey, he ain't gonna know what hit him…"
"Hey!" she slapped him in the chest, "that's mah friend ya talkin' about."
He laughed and was about to kiss her when the phone rang, cutting him off. He grumbled French profanities under his breath, why did it always have to ring at the most inappropriate moments? It better not be someone trying to sell him something…
"Hello?"
"Remy? Dat y' boy?" A think Cajun accent greeted him from the other end of the line. Remy recognized it immediately.
"Tante Mattie?" He was a little confused, his family hardly ever called.
"Fraid I got some bad news…"
Rogue just watched Remy as he talked on the phone. He had barely said anything since the conversation had started and his face had turned ashen white. Rogue was starting to get really worried about him; he looked like he was about to collapse.
"Ok, I'll come down as soon as I can den, t'anks fo' callin' me."
He put down the receiver blindly and missed. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Remy sugah, what's tha matter? Are ya ok?"
Nothing.
She made him sit on the sofa and then sat herself on the coffee table so she was facing him and tried to get him to talk to her, without much luck. He seemed to be in a deep state of shock.
"Remy, c'mon sugah, ya scarin' me."
After a very long pause, he finally choked out some words.
"Dat was m' Tante Mattie, callin' from back home…she was callin' t' tell me dat one o' my cousins, Emil, was killed last night. Car accident. She said he didn' stand a chance…"
"Oh gawd, Rem Ah'm so sorry."
"We grew up t'get'er, he was like a brot'er t' me…Merde Rogue, he was so young." He buried his head in his hands, despairing. Rogue leaned in and pressed her forehead against his, stroking his hair.
"So ya goin' home then?" she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Yeah," he mumbled into his palms, "as soon as I can, maybe t'morrow if I can straighten it out at work, his funerals in a few days time."
"Let me come with ya."
"Y' don't have t' chére."
"But Ah want ta. Remy Ah love ya and Ah ain't gonna let ya go through this all by yaself."
He dragged his hands down his face. "T'anks chére."
"But first o' all Ah'm callin' Piotr, tell him we cant make it."
"Non chérie, y' should go, ain't no sense in us both missin' out."
"If ya want some time ta be alone, jus' say, but otherwise Ah'd rather stay wit' ya."
Honestly, he didn't know what he wanted; he didn't know what to do. His head was screaming a million things at him and he just wanted it all to go away, but he didn't know how.
"I don' know Rogue, I t'ink I need t' go fo' a walk or somethin', clear m' head."
Without another word, he took his trench coat and just left, leaving a bewildered and worried Rogue sitting on the coffee table. As the door slammed behind him she let out a deep breath, releasing all the tension that had built up within her body.
She picked up the phone, fingers dancing over the keys, typing out the number.
"Hello?" came the deep voice at the other end.
"Hi Piotr, its Rogue."
"Rogue! I was just wondering what had happened to you and Remy, our dinner is getting cold."
"Yeah, about that, Ah'm really sorry but Ah don't think we're gonna make it tonight…"
"Oh?"
"Remy's really not feelin' so great, so ya have a nice dinner with Kitty and Ah'll see ya'll some other time, ok?"
"I will pass on the message to Katya, I'm sure she will be very disappointed you cannot make it tonight." Rogue rolled her eyes, 'Ah'm sure she will' she thought sarcastically.
"Thanks, bye."
"Goodbye, I hope Remy's feeling better soon."
She hung up the phone before flinging herself down on the sofa. It was still warm; it smelt like him, it was comforting. She wondered where he had gone and if he was ok. The not knowing was driving her crazy, but all she could do was wait, he needed a little time.
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He didn't know how long he had been mindlessly wandering the streets for and he didn't especially care. He was fairly sure he had been going in circles for at least the last hour or so, that fire hydrant certainly looked very familiar anyway…
He kept thinking about his cousin and how he should still be alive. Realistically, he knew there was nothing he could have done to prevented Emil's death, it had been an accident and he had been miles and miles away at the time, but he still felt terrible, like part of him was missing all of a sudden.
He kept thinking, suppose it had been Rogue in that car, or his father or brother, someone who was much, much closer to him. If it was hurting him that his cousin was gone, it would kill him if it had been someone like that, especially if it had been her, it didn't bear thinking about.
If only he had been there, maybe there would have been something he could have done and none of this would have happened. Why did life have to be so unfair sometimes?
He thought it was about time he started to make his way home. He wasn't sure if Rogue was still at his apartment or if she had gone to Piotr's or if she had gone home or what. Part of him wanted her to still be there, wanting her comfort, but part of him wanted her to be gone, still needing time alone. He was so confused.
Quietly, he pushed open the door and saw her curled up in a little ball on his couch, fast asleep. Apparently she had tried to wait up for him and hadn't quite made it. He smiled to himself; she looked very cute curled up like that.
He took a soft wool blanket off his bed and carefully tucked it over her sleeping form, grateful that at least, through everything, he would have her.
Just as a side note, if you live in the UK (are there any UK readers out there?) and you listen to the radio you might know that "Music When the Lights Go Out" is the next single from the now sadly defunct Libertines, its all over the airwaves! And Pete Doherty's landed himself in jail again. Waster. We all know it's all about Carl ;-)
Ahem, but yes, anyway, please Review!
