Gahd! So, so, so, so, so, so sorry that took FOREVER to update! T.T; Reality suckeths muchin. Mehr.
Anyway... here is the new chapter, and I SWEAR I will be better about updating... I now have applications filled out, and the weekend to look forward to. I actually plan to get several chapters up in that time. .
Oh yes... the lemon has been written. To read it, simply email me for it... please don't review with your email. o.O;
Without any further adieu... THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER! Cheers
Oh, by the by... Harvey the Rabbit? In this chapter? FULL credit goes to my friend Ziggy... I couldn't have come up with the little fellow. .;;
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One month
suspension.
Well, there wasn't much they could do... With money
saved up by Piotr and John, both went to Russia to see Piotr's
mother... John went along simply to accompany his friend, and to get
out of New York.
With that, Rogue had been spending a few days in
the abandoned Acolyte home with Remy... Who had yet to tell her of
his little... Gift.
Then, when he realized they'd only have a
few nights left to be alone, he took her into his room, and set her
down.
She looked up at him curiously, cocking her head to the
side.
"Remy... What's th'matter" he asked worriedly,
staring at him. "Ya beginin' ta worry..."
"Rogue"
he said, looking down. "Y'know I'd doo anyt'in' f'you, oui"
She paused.
"Well... Ah, Ah do now" she replied.
"Well..." He paused, licking his lips. "I found a way
fo' us t'touch..." He walked to his dresser, and pulled a small
bow from inside a drawer.
He handed it to her, licking his lips.
She reached out cautiously, wrapping her fingers around it, and
opening the top.
".. This looks like a dog-collar, Remy"
she said, looking up at him, seemingly unimpressed. He smirked
softly. "Non... Dat, be what'll help us..."
He took
it from her.
"'Low me t'demonstrate..." He wrapped it
around his neck carefully, and reached into his pocket for a card
from his deck. He held it between his fingers, summoning the power to
charge the object... Nothing happened.
"See what I tell you,
chere" She stared in awe, turning her gaze downward. "Ah...
Don't know what ta say..."
"Y'don' hafta say not'in',
chere..." he whispered, crouching down beside her. "I can
deff'netly understan' if y'don' wanna... Eh" he quirked a brow.
"S'don' feel guilty." He placed the device back into the
box, and set it in her lap.
"But, take it if y'fin
someone ya'd ra'der find..." She looked up, eyes slightly
glassy, but she nodded her head. ".. Alright." He seemed
slightly pained at this, but smiled.
"Good. I'm... Gon' go
fo' a ride... Y'stay here, 'right chere" She opened her mouth
to reply, but stopped herself, nodding her head. "Right den. Be
back in a bit."
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He did
return later. Much later.
Remy pulled in about 1:30 at night, or
rather, in the morning, all the lights in the house off. Good. He
didn't feel up to facing Rogue just yet. Not until morning.
He
climbed up the stairs to his room, to find his bed empty. He sighed
deeply... She'd probably decided to sleep away from him tonight.
Well, probably for the best. He went into the bathroom, returning a
few moments later in a pair of denim shorts as his sleep-wear.
He
dropped down into his bed, and sighed, burying his face in the
pillows.
His head shot up, however, as the door to his room
creaked. Remy looked up to see Rogue standing there, the collar
wrapped around her neck.
He licked his lips.
"Chere,
don'..."
"Hush, Cajun" she murmured, closing the
door behind her before walking in, and laying beside him...
-
The
night would be within Rogue's mind for a very long time, she knew.
Those three days she spent with Remy were the happiest in her meager
life, and she wished it could go on forever. Unfortunately... reality
awoke and slapped them over the head.
Piotr and John returned from
their Russian vacation, Piotr much happier now that he knew his moth
was doing better, and could take a turn for recovery sooner rather
than later.
Professor
Xavier informed her that she would be returning to the Institute the
next day... after all, she was suspended, and would require a good
stern talking-to. Great. Another ordeal for Scott to blow up on
her.
"Dun' take it s'har', chere" Remy said with a
small smile, leaning back against the wall as he watched her pack her
backpack with the things she had brought with her to stay in the
Acolyte house. ".. How c'n Ah not" he mumbled, sighing
half-heartedly. "Ah was enjoyin' mahself..."
"Oh,
trus' me, chere... so was I" Remy replied with a laugh, moving
forward and giving her backside an affectionate slap.
Rogue
looked up with a small smirk and a glare.
"Best be watchin'
where y'lay yo' hands, Swamp Rat..."
"I slippe'"
he replied innocently with a grin, arching his eyebrows. "I
swear..."
"Yeah... an' Pyro'll sprou' wings an' fly
off..."
"Dammit, why do ye always choose t'pick on
tha poor, defenseless Aussie" John said sadly fromt he door,
just begining to walk down the stairs before looking over his
shoulder to them. "Ah done nothin' wrong..."
"Correction,
mon ami... y'done ever't'in' wrong" Remy replied, lifting his
index finger to point as he spoke matter-of-factly.
"Piss up
a rope, Gambit" he muttered, walking down the stairs. Remy
laughed loudly, shaking his head.
"Goodta seeya comin' up
wit' new comebacks, John..."
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"Provoked
you or not... you do NOT pick fights in the middle of the CAFETERIA,
Rogue" Scott spat, lifting his hands dramatically. "We
don't need any more bad publicity than we already
got"
"Have..."
"What"
"Have...
more publicity than we already have... tha' subject verb
agreement thing, or somethin'..."
"ROGUE"
Scott
ran his hands through his hair in frustration, groaning
slightly.
"Y'know, Ah c'n handle mahself, Scott... one day,
Ah coul' jus' move away from the Institute, an' you won' be there
t'boss me aroun', an' tell me wha' Ah did righ' or wrong..."
"I
give up on this" Scott muttered softly, shaking his head. "I'm
only trying to help you..."
"Ah know, Cyke" she
muttered, patting his back slightly. "But y'need t'stop playin'
dad, an'..."
"I'm leader of this team... that's just not
going to happen" he replied sharply, turning to walk up to his
room... perhaps to find Jean...
Rogue sighed deeply. The boy was just never going to loosen up. Get the pole out of his ass, as Remy so loved to say...
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"What
tha hell are we supposed to do for this long" John groaned,
leaning against the back of the sofa as he spoke.
"Y'jus'
nevah cease t'bitch, d'ya fireball" Remy murmured, leaning back
in the recliner. "Nevah..."
"I figure' you'd
b'happy dat we outta school..."
"Yeah, but now tha' Ah
realize there's nothin' t'do... Ah'd rather throw paper balls at
teacher's heads..." Remy rolled his eyes, and looked toward
Piotr, intent on the book before him.
John groaned, and
finally reached for his lighter, snapping it several times. He
finally clicked it on, however, and began to play with a smallish
fireball, rolling it between his fingers. Soon, however, he began to
make shapes...
A large dragon... a mouse... and finally, a large
rabbit, standing on its back legs.
"..
Harveh" he exclaimed, grinning childishly. Remy stared, the
'Harvey' comment even bringing the gentle Russian from his book.
"..
Harvey, John"
"No... jus' Harvey"
John
continued to grin, and began to make the rabbit dance about the room,
moving his fingers as he did.
"John, yo' one..." He
stopped, and cocked his head to the side, looking toward the phone as
it began to ring. "I shall..."
"Non, s'alrigh',
Pete... I'll ge' it" Remy said, pushing himself and walking
towards it... no doubt it was either Magneto... or Rogue. He hoped it
was choice number two.
".. 'Lo" he said into the phone
as he picked up the receiver, staring down at the floor intently.
"..
Week's up, monsieur LeBeau... pay your debt." A click. Remy
recognized the voice. Suddenly very serious, Remy walked into the
living area, and to the door.
".. M'goin' out fo' a bit..."
"Awww...
AWWW" John pouted, lifting his arms in frustration. "Take
me with you"
".. Not only no... bu' hell no" Remy
replied with a smirk, turning to the door.
".. Go... erm...
I... GAH YOU SUCK"
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Remy
made his way into the now familiar hotel, looking about it cautiously
before moving to walk inside.
"Don't bother. I've made my way
to you." Gambit jumped as the voice of Doctor Essex filled his
ears. "Dat's very kind o'ya" he murmured, turning to him
slowly. "Dat lil' doohickey o'yo's... dat really worked. T'ank
y'lots..." Essex smirked.
"Not a problem,
monsiuer..."
".. Alrigh', Doctor... wha's m'assignment?
What do I gotta steal"
"Steal? My, my, my... my dear
boy, I ask you not to steal anything. I merely wish for you to lead a
team into the sewers to communicate with a band of mutants beneath
the surface..."
"I
know 'bout dem... d'Morlocks, righ'" Essex nodded. "An'...
wha' would d'info'mation be..."
"You needn't concern
yourself over that, Cajun... just do as you're told" he replied
simply. "Be here tomorrow at one in the afternoon... do not be
late" he said, tipping his head politely before turning to walk
back into the building and to his room.
Remy stared after him with
an unreadable expression, sighing softly.
A deal was a deal. And he knew he could regret this, should he go through with it...
But then again... the man made it possible for him to touch Rogue...
Finally finished wrestling with his thoughts, Remy climbed onto his motorcycle, and began to drive down the road, revving the engine loudly.
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Author's Note:
Cliff... HANGER! o.O; Sorry.
Right. Now you won't
have to wait very long for the next chapter. I'll get to writing it
tomorrow. It's like, 12:00 am here. I'm beat.
So, hope you enjoyed
it. Please don't hurt me for taking so damned long. o.o;;
