A Day in the Life of Chapter Four
Remy threw himself down on the bed of the room they rented. He had driven the forty-five minutes out to Carson City. It was safer there and he also needed to ditch the car. Damia sat down beside him.
"Tired?" she asked.
"Non, jus' stressed. Need t' ge' rid of de car. An' ge' some money while we're a' it. Which mean'," he sighed, "we go' t' ge' up."
Damia rose. "Or you do. I'm already up."
Remy grabbed her arm and pulled her back down beside him. "Really?"
"Well, I was," she pointed out and kissed him, "but I thought you wanted to go."
Remy groaned and Damia laughed. "Wit' yo' 'ere, woul' Remy e'er wan' t' leave?" Then he rose to his elbows. "Nee' t' g' ge' some equipmen'." He frowned. "An' papers an' such."
"Do you want me to go with you?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to be aloe right now, unless she was with him.
"'f yo' wan'," he answered non-committally as he grabbed the keys and walked out the door. Damia quickly followed.
They soon arrived at Radio Shack. Remy smirked.
"Now fo' de fun." Remy said, starting to wander through the store collecting thing he would need to build a code-scanner an several ATM cards for quick cash. He then proceeded to walk out the door, not worrying about cameras and having already taken care of security tags.
Damia followed him through the store until he would motion to her to go away. She noticed him heading toward the door and followed at what she thought was a safe distance. When he left without anything happening, she hurried out in order to meet him at the car.
"Remy," Damia said when she caught up to him, "you know you can't buy a car with cash, unless you want a lot of attention."
"Non, bu' yo' c'n pay people t' pu' in credit, ge' yo' papers an' stuff, though," Remy replied with an evil glint in his eye. "Jus' hopin' day dey exist an' 're in de same business 'ere. Ot'erwise Remy no' sure what t' d', bu' he'll fin' somet'in'."
He didn't seem worried, so Damia wasn't going to. If Remy did get worried, he would do it enough for both of them. It's not like she didn't trust him, but he didn't know what he was doing anymore than she did. He did have a plan and that was good enough for her.
"So you're gonna get us documents and histories and make us real people?" she faked slight astonishment.
"Gon' try." He glanced at the store. "Surprised dey haven't noticed anyt'in'. Le's ge' ou' o' here."
They got into the car and drove back to the motel room they rented. Soon there were parts strewn all over. Damia sat on the bed and watched him work, but soon got tired of the silence.
"Do you really think any of this will work?"
"Which?" Remy asked, distracted.
"Either this gizmo, or getting papers for us?"
"Bot' shoul'. Jus' hope de phone numbers 're de same." Remy screwed a few more parts in place. "Done," he proclaimed. "D' yo' wan' t' come wit' me on dis trip?"
Damia smiled at him. "If you're sure you don't mind."
It was getting late. When they arrived at the ATM, it was already getting dark. Remy's night vision was back to what it was there. On a whim he grabbed a pebble and concentrated on charging it. To his surprise, it took awhile, but it did take on a nice pink glow. He walked over to Damia.
"Yo' noticed yo' powers comin' back?" he asked.
"I haven't tried." Damia saw the look Remy threw at her. "And I don't want to."
"'kay, don' fin' ou'. Bu'…" He held up the rock. "Dis look strange?" He tried to say it as innocently a he could.
He was secretly pleased. This would make fooling the cameras a lot easier. Now all he had to do is create a "charge" screen around the cameras and all they'd show is static. Never get his face on film. Otherwise, he' have to find a way to cover the lens and not destroy the camera, which he'd prefer.
Damia blinked at the charged pebble. "Oh."
Remy, before stepping up to the booth, found the camera lens and placed a light charge over it. It would be fairly simple after that. He pulled out three ATM cards that he acquired earlier. He handed Damia the gizmo.
"Hol' dat."
He put in the first card and pressed something on the machine. After a minute, it beeped and he put in the code that appeared on the screen. He withdrew the maximum allowed and concentrated on charging the card. It took about three times as long as it should have, even for while he was de-powered. He repeated the process with the other two, but when he went for the fourth, it had been deactivated.
Remy sighed. "Why d' people 'ave t' be proactive?"
Damia looked at the pile of cash and wrapped the wires she was handed around the machine. "I think we have enough. And we should probably get out of here."
They could see a car's headlights down the street. Even if it wasn't coming to the ATM, it was best to not be seen at all. They cleaned up and Remy removed the charge, surprised that it didn't actually blow up the camera. He didn't have as much power as he should, but he also was gaining elements of control as his power grew. He was slightly disappointed that Damia wasn't going to try and access any of her abilities, but that was her decision.
When they got back to the motel, Remy fell onto the bed for the second time that day. He decided to call his "friends" in the morning. Right now, he had better things to do. He quickly stripped and climbed into bed, relaxing into it. Damia couldn't help but notice.
"You feeling alright?" she asked, sliding in bed and snuggling up next to him.
He turned so that he was practically lying on top of her. "Bu' I woul' feel better 'f…" He trailed off and kissed her. "Won'er wha' else 's bleedin' over? 'cause Kristen shouldn' b' able t' charge t'in's."
Damia stopped her mouth's movement down his neck. "You're not serious about that, are you? 'cause I really don't need kids here."
Remy started laughing uncontrollably. "Remy wen' t'rough SHARE four times an' yo' wen' t'rough i' twice. 'f we screw dis up, we d'serve i'."
"Didn't do too well the first time, did we?" she asked, not caring what happened as long as she was with him.
They woke the next morning in each other's arms. Without opening his eyes, Remy groaned and asked, "Wha' time 's i'?"
There was little light coming through the curtains. It wasn't even late enough to be called dawn
"Too early," was the reply. Damia usually woke first and faster than Remy. She glanced at the clock. "5:00."
Remy pulled her tighter against him. She didn't want to leave, or get up, or whatever he thought she wanted to do. She sighed happily and closed her eyes, ready to go back to sleep, safe and comfortable right where she was. Remy was content to lay there for the next several hours until it was a decent time to get up. Let Damia sleep if she wanted. She realized that his breathing was still irregular, but thought if she stayed still for a few more minutes, he would settle down like he always did, even if he had a lot on his mind. She was right and they both faded back into sleep.
When they finally came out of hibernation, it was almost ten. Remy knew he had to make those calls.
"Remy's go' t' talk t' dose people." He looked longingly at her.
"You know," Damia teased, "I'm not going anywhere. You probably don't even have to get out of bed to make the calls. And thanks."
Remy smiled softly at her as he played with her hair. "No' a prob'em."
He reached for the phone. Like he had done it a thousand times before, he dialed the first number on the list he had to try. He dropped his accent as someone picked up the phone on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Do you know anything about 'documents'?…Good…No, I was just wondering so I could report you to the police."
Remy tried not to laugh as threats came just a little too loud over the phone.
"Do you actually think that I'd do that when I have the number and am asking? Unless I was undercover…but I'm not… Yes, two sets of everything…Damia…" Remy glanced at her.
"LeBeau," she supplied.
"And Remy LeBeau… credit cards, marriage certificate, driver's license, you know, the works…send it to…"
He finished giving the information to the man. When he hung up, Damia was staring at him.
"You…just told him that stuff and with all the talk about the police, he just trusted you? You didn't even talk about price!" she exclaimed.
Remy just shrugged. "He's cool. 's lon' as yo' say de righ' t'in's, he'll do anyt'in'. He know he'll ge' paid."
"The man's never met you and is willing to break the law for you. That makes no sense." Remy shrugged. "You know strange people."
"We'll ge' de papers i' a few days," Remy said, getting up and dressing. "B' righ' back."
Damia heard the car start and wondered where he was going. It wasn't unusual for him to leave like that, but it was unusual for him to just leave her like that. He was back within ten minutes, so she wasn't suspicious, but even if he had been gone for ten hours she wouldn't be suspicious.
"Remy, you okay?" she asked when he crawled back in bed. He nodded and pulled her close against him, burying his face in her hair. She allowed herself to be used as a security blanket for however long he needed it. They lay in bad in silence for several minutes until Damia felt Remy's arms loosen as he fell "asleep" for the second time that day. Damia wasn't sure if he was actually sleeping or just thinking and concentrating so much that his body slowed as if he were sleeping.
Remy was one of those strange people who could think and retain information as he slept, if he needed to. Damia guessed that this was one of those times. He was worried and stressed and having her there along with him to worry about too, didn't help, she was sure. She knew she couldn't help with the planning and with his powers back, was probably just giving him a headache. She would just disappear if she thought she could get away with it.
To get her mind off things, she turned on the TV. It was time for the eleven o'clock news. Damia hardly ever watched the news. There was never anything that interested her. This time, however, she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. There were their pictures on the top right-hand corner.
"…car and even her cat, Spot disappeared. If anyone has any information, please call the police immediately. They will probably be traveling together…"
Damia hit the power button and shook Remy.
"Wha'?" he asked sitting bolt upright.
"They just reported us…and the cat…missing."
Remy sighed. "Remy knew dis woul' 'appen, bu' de cat? Di' yo' see Spo' anywhere?"
Damia shook her head. "I didn't see her in the car. Can't imagine where she would be other than that."
Remy got up again. "Well, Jazz'll kill m' 'f Remy loses 'er cat."
Damia watched him grab the car keys off the table. After a few seconds, she got up and stood in the doorway where she could watch him. A few seconds after he entered the car, he pulled out something small, brown and fuzzy. Damia laughed.
"How'd we miss her?" Damia asked. "It's not like we weren't in the car with her for how long? You'd think she would have yowled or something."
Remy walked to the door and tossed her through the door. "Well, leas' we know where she i'."
"But I don't think they allow pets…" Damia said, as the cat claimed the pillows and they could hear her purring contentedly.
"Well, sh' loo's please' wit' 'erself," Remy laughed.
Spot knew she was the queen of the world and she was cute enough to pull it off. No one could really resist her, because she was sweet and Jazzes, so that protected her from most forms of hate or violence.
"Now gettin' rid o' dat car's more importan'. 'f someone catches us wit' i', dere'll be more questions den Remy care t' t'ink 'bou'." He closed the door and pulled her close. "'f we're caugh', Remy don' know wha'll 'appen."
Damia leaned against him. "So we'll ditch the car," she aid simply. She tilted her head up and kissed him, trying to get his mind off things. If it helped ease his mind, she would do anything.
Remy ignored the kiss but looked down at her and asked, "Yo' hungry?"
Damia plain look of distaste said everything, but she answered anyway. "Am I ever? You're the one who cares about food. If you're hungry…"
"No, bu'…" Remy moved to the window to look out. There was everything they needed within walking distance, including things-they-did-not-need-but –might-be-nice-things. "…wan' t' ta'e a li'l walk?"
They proceeded to drop the car off in an empty parking lot on the outskirts of the city and walked back. That was after they emptied the car of everything they had taken with them. Then the only thing they could do really was wait for their new life to start.
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