Hi everyone! Glad you liked the last chapter! If you thought Bella was a bitch then, wait til you read this one ;)
Happy reading!
Chapter Twelve
Come Home Soon
/Xavier's School for the Gifted/ Bayville, New York/ present time
Remy stared at his overnight bag. He had put a few changes of clothes in it, along with personal hygiene products. He had started to pack for Angie before he remembered she wasn't coming. Burying his head in his hands, Remy let out a long, slow breath. It all happened so fast- Bella showing up, their fight, the news about his father.
"Second thoughts?" He didn't have to look up to recognize the voice.
"What's dere t' have second t'oughts 'bout, cherie? M' ex-wife shows up t' have me sign divorce papers, den wants t' take me back t' N'Awlins, where m' father is s'pposedly on his deathbed." Remy gave a forced laugh. "Sounds perfectly normal t' me."
Rogue came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his lean frame. "Ya think she's lyin'?"
"Dunno. Her father really did die las' year, so I don' know why she'd lie 'bout mine. I mean, I already signed de divorce papers, what else is dere?"
"Then go. Ya'll only be gone a day or two and if ya dad really is dyin', don't ya wanna see him?"
Remy tried to say 'no', but he couldn't bring himself to do it. No matter what his father had done to him, he was still his father. He had been the one man kind enough to take in a demon-eyed child twelve years ago. "Yeah, I wanna see him. T'anks, Rogue." He looked up to give her a smile and a soft kiss.
"Anytime."
/Foyer/
"No! Please don' go! TAKE ME WIT' YA!" Angie latched herself onto her father's leg.
"Petite, dis is hard enough de way it is." He said, unsuccessfully trying to pull her off.
The little girl cried even harder. "DEN DON' LEAVE!" After extricating his limb, Remy knelt down to his daughter's height.
"I really don' wanna leave ya, but I have t'. I promise dat I'll on'y be gone two days, three at de most."
"But 'm gonna miss ya!"
"'M gonna miss ya, too." Replied Remy, embracing his daughter. "Je t'aime, ange."
"Je t'aime, pere."
He gave his daughter one last kiss before handing her over to St. John. He turned his attention to his girlfriend. They wrapped their arms around each other, reluctant to let go. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "Sure ya are okay wit' me an' Bella goin' alone?"
"Positive. Ya two don't exactly act like two old lovers or anything like that."
He gave a short laugh. Pulling back to look in her eyes, he stated, "I love ya."
"I love ya, too." She leaned forward, catching his lips with hers.
Their celebratory kiss was rudely interrupted.
"Ahem. Remy, we should leave now if we wanna make it t' Louisiana before nightfall." Belladonna stood next to thedoor, tapping her foot impatiently. She looked uncomfortable, as she should have. All the girls in the room had possessive holds on their boyfriends and were shooting nasty looks in her direction, as if daring to try and take one of their men.
Sighing, Remy gave Rogue and Angie one more hug and said various other good byes as he made his way to the door.
He followed Bella to the limo, turning to give one last wave before he got in. Watching his daughter and girlfriend cry as they pulled away, Remy couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was going to happen very soon.
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Rogue wander around the mansion for almost an hour searching for someone to confide in. She had been experiencing a strange feeling in gut every since Remy had left. Having a hunch as to the cause of it, she decide to ask the one person who possibly went through the same thing. "Ororo?"
"Yes?"
"Can we talk?"
The weather witch noticed the troubled look on the youth's face and invited her in. "Of course, child." She offered the girl a watering can and the two worked in silence for a few minutes. "So, does this have something to do with a certain young man and his departure early?"
Rogue nodded. "Ororo, you love Logan, right?"
The question caught the older woman off-guard. "With all my heart. But what does that have to do with you and Remy?"
Rogue ploughed on as if Storm hadn't asked a question. "So when Logan goes off on dangerous missions you're worried, right? I mean, it's not unusual ta think somethin' horrible has happened, is it?"
Ororo set down her water and hurried over to Rogue. "What's wrong, child?"
"It's just . . . Evea since Remy left I've had this feelin' in my gut that he shouldn't've gone. I feel like somethin' bad is gonna happen and I'll nevea see him again."
The older woman wrapped her arms around the younger one. "Oh, Rogue. What you're feeling is perfectly normal. When you love someone deeply, it's hell to be separated from them, not knowing where they are or if they are okay."
"Really? So ya've felt that way 'bout Logan before?"
"All the time."
"Thanks, Ororo."
"Anytime."
Rogue stayed awhile longer, leaving only when Logan came to visit. "I'll just leave ya two alone," She said with a smile as she closed the door behind her.
Logan walked up behind his fiancee, placing a loving kiss on her neck as he hugged her. "So, what were ya and Stripes talkin' 'bout?"
"What I should name the baby."
"Really? What did ya deci- WHAT?" He turned her around, staring horrified at her stomach.
Ororo began to laugh.
"Ya were jokin'?"
She nodded.
"You're gonna pay for that." He lunged at her and she shrieked. Laughing, she ran out of the solarium, down the hall, and into her bedroom with Logan in hot pursuit.
He tackled her on the bed and began to tickle her into submission.
"I give! I'm sorry!" Gasped Ororo between laughs. The two collapsed against the pillows, catching their breath. For awhile comfortable silence reigned.
"Logan?"
"Hmm?"
"Would you be upset if I really was pregnant?"
"Of, course not, darlin'." He rolled over and kissed her. "Until then, how 'bout we just practice the process?"
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Remy shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They had been in the car for almost 30 minutes and neither of them had said a word. The silence was starting to wear on his nerves. Bored with looking straight forward, he turned his gaze to the window. He was absentmindedly reading the signs when one caught his attention. New York City Limits: 2 miles.
"What de hell? Bella, did ya know we're goin' north?" He went over to knock on the glass behind the driver. "Hey! Turn around! Stop! Do somethin', ya're goin' de wrong way!"
The sinking feeling came back as he turned to face Bella. "What de fuck is goin' on?"
Calmly, she reached over, placing a comforting hand on his knee. "Sorry, cher, but m' visit was strictly business. Money is money."
"What de hell does dat mean?"
"Evea since pere died, de Guild has been havin' trouble. When someone offered t' give me fifty thousand dollars an' a chance t' finalize m' divorce, I had t' take it. I hope ya understand."
Suddenly she pulled the syringe out from behind her back, preparing to inject him. Remy blocked her hand and tried to grab it from her. As they wrestled for control of the needle, they ended up on the floor of the limo, Remy on his back and Bella straddled over his midsection.
Hearing the commotion, the driver slammed on the brakes. Bella flew forward onto the seat. Remy tried to crawl over to the door.
"NO!" Screeched Bella. She jumped onto his back, shoving the needle into neck. Remy shouted in pain. The world began to spin and blur before his eyes. He tried to move, but his body felt too heavy. Suddenly, the world went black.
"Everything okay, Miss?" Asked the driver.
"Fine." She snapped. "Get goin', bef're someone calls de cops sayin' we have car trouble or somet'ing." She dug through her purse and pulled out the PDB. After placing it on Remy's wrist, she grabbed the phone.
"Essex? I got him. We'll be dere in 20 minutes."
Sitting back on the seat, Bella began to dust herself off, wincing as she felt a bruise beginning to develop on her arm. He better be willin' t' negotiate a higher fee after all de trouble I've gone t'rough. . .
Hi folks! Hoped you liked the Logan/Ororo fluff in there. I just had to lighten the mood cuz stuff is going to start getting real serious!
I hope the scuffle in the backseat came across okay. I suck at writing action sequences. 'Til next time,
Takimi/romy
