Knocking at Your Door

Chapter 6

By Kanshisha Tenshi

            Remy lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling.  It wasn't actually his bed, but it was for the time being.  It belonged to some kid named Scott Summers.  Remy'd given the room a thorough check-out a day earlier when Rogue had assigned it to him and found the guy was both a neat and control freak, had some pretty girlfriend with red hair and khakis, and made him sick already.  He decided to mess up the room a bit for when the kid got back, just to get a rise and maybe teach him a lesson about...well, anything he could be taught.  He had fun disorganizing all the neatly-organized clothing, books and other necessities.

            But now it was 1:05 ante meridian and he still couldn't get to sleep.  After all, he'd just been on a date with the infamously unreachable Rogue, and had had fun despite their loud-and-clear lack of speech.  He'd decided at some point while messing up the room that he'd have to take her dancing sometime...maybe let her pick the place.

            Savin' non-mutants...or destroyin' 'em, his earlier words haunted.  He groaned out loud, rolling over and forcing his eyes shut.  Seconds later, the burning embers upon bottomless voids reopened, blazing a non-existent hole into the wall.  He would have to have a talk with her.  Why not just let the humans get destroyed?  Then she'd have less people to worry about with skin contact...

            But she don' have t' worry anymore, does she? he thought.  You made sure o' dat.  Why de hell did you do dat, Remy?  Maybe instead o' switchin' t' deir side you coulda brought her t' yo's...idiot!  It'd crush her t' take away de bracelet now...You can't do it.  Always de ladies' man, nest-ce pas?  He gave up on sleeping and sat up in bed.  He didn't need to turn on the lights since he could see in the dark, even though it was tinged in red.  He looked over at his trench coat, hanging on the back of a chair.  He reached into a pocket and brought forth a (stolen) mp3 player.  He turned it on, stuffed the earphones into his ear, and turned up the volume.  Better to go deaf than to listen to one's own thoughts.

            He stayed there for a while, listening to the sounds of Sevendust's "Trust."  Finally his eyes closed, but he remained sitting upright.  His right foot subconsciously tapped against the floor in sync with the song.  Soon he was humming along, and finally beating on anything in sight as if he were the drummer.

            Light flooded the room as Rogue opened the door, glaring and with her arms crossed.  She was wearing a long, black and green nightshirt, and her hair was a little on the disheveled side due to sleep or lack thereof.

            "What in th' hell is goin' on heah?"  She flicked the light switch on and walked over to the Cajun.  She pulled the earphones out of his ears and practically got right in his face.  "What's with all the racket, swamp rat?"

            "You wearin' yo' bracelet, chére?"

            "Rogue," she corrected.  "Why?"  He looked at her wrist and saw that she was wearing it.  With a devilish grin, he closed the small gap between their faces and planted his lips on hers.  Her eyes widened and she fell back on her rear, gasping.  "Why ya dirty li'l--"

            "You enjoyed it," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

            "Ah...only a li'l!  Now quit avoidin' mah--oh mah Gawd, what have ya done t' Scott's room?  He's gonna kill ya!"

            "Or you."

            "Why would he kill meh?" she asked skeptically.

            "You de one who gave me dis room, chére."

            "For th' last time--"

            "Yo' cute when yo' angry, Rogue," he interrupted.

            "An' yoah cute when ya ain't speakin', Remy," she retorted, her voice dripping with venom.  She turned around and stormed out of the room, leaving a highly amused Gambit behind her.  He chuckled for a little bit, then looked down at the mp3 player--still running.  He shut it off and put it back in his trench coat pocket, then hesitated.  What now?  He couldn't get to sleep.  He frowned, thinking, and finally stood up.

            Walking out of the room, he located all of the surveillance mechanisms he had implanted--and disabled them all.

Author's Notes:  Tried to update sooner this time!  This one was more of a reflection for him.  Ugh, I really have to force these chapters lately.  Shameless ad:  BenGay really works for muscle pain, so if you have a particularly harsh workout...use it!

Laureate:  I've checked your profile...Florida?  Well, no, not all that many people there speak Southern...A relative of mine informs me that Florida isn't really considered 'the South.'  I live up in NC and I've been to about...five other Southern states (not proud of it!).  The people around here do say "y'all" in the singular as well as the plural.  Trust me, I analyze their grammar.  They say lots of stuff that agitates me.  Sorry if you find it annoying if she says it, but based on all the places I've been and people I've talked to or heard...they do say it.  And sorry for last chapter's confusing update!  Also, I love your story.

Oh, and about his sleeping arrangements...I don't think I ever covered it in the earlier chapters.  I opened the files in Word and skimmed over them just to see if I mentioned them, and I didn't find anything so I made it up this chapter.

Speaking of this chapter...!  It was short, again, but I promise I'll try to update with longer chapters...at some point in time! 

Oh, and some useless trivia for you guys...'ante meridian' is basically 'a.m.'  'P.m.' would be 'post meridian.'  I found that out in my Geometry Honors class.

Did you guys see Dark Horizons part 1 and 2 of Evo?  Gambit had a better speaking part and Colossus actually spoke!  And he was concerned for Kitty!  Not to mention how Rogue stole Gambit's psyche...SHE KISSED HIM!  That was great!  Anyway...

A rare spoiler for next chapter:  Remy gets a visitor...