Author's Note- Don't worry. I'm not going to keep them apart forever. I just need some drama so that my brain doesn't turn into mush. The fluff will make a return, hopefully, soon.
DemonicGambit- I kinda gave it away, huh? Don't blame Jubes too much, she didn't know what she'd cause:)
ishandahalf- Hmm... I have to say, I do like that idea, yes, bring him to life and clone him, so we each have one of our own insert maniacal laughter Right then, I know what you meant, and you're right, it is rash, but that's also how it happened in Excaliber. One fight and he takes off. Yep, stupid men. Hey, is this as quick as a bunny on crack?
Valley-Gurl101- It had to be done... okay, no it didn't but hey, at least I'm updating fast.
JamaykanQueen89- Have I mentioned that I love your login name cause I do. It's quite original.
Callian- I do have a plan actually, so don't worry. As for the Romy parts they're coming. If you'll notice I keep putting in small allusions to a certain evil Cajun bitch, and a certain marriage. Can you guess what's coming up? ;)
The Pub and a Visit
Sleep walking through the summer rain
In the tired spaces
You could hear her name
When she was warm and tender and you
Held her arms around you
There was nothing but her
Love and affection she was
Crazy for you now she's
Part of something that you lost
And for all you know
This could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want to be
-Matchbox Twenty
A week later
Pete stared down at his scotch and sighed. Jardine, Doyle, Pittman, and even John were sitting at his table. "Are you gonna drink that or just stare at it?" John asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Shut it, mate," Pete snapped.
"Don't see that happening," John said. "Want t' tell us what yer bloody problem us?"
"Last time we saw ya like this it was after that incident with Emma," Doyle said smiling at the memory of the voluptuous blonde. Pete had drowned out his troubles at the pub a full week after their breakup. This time was completely different, however. Pete did go to the pub every night but he rarely actually consumed any of his customary scotch.
"Emma wanted me to tell you something," Pete said. "You still owe her a hundred bucks from that poker game."
Doyle winced. "Damn it, I was hopin' she'd forget."
"I told you not to bet against a telepath," Pittman scolding. "But you just wouldn't listen to me."
"Besides, who says this has anything t' do with a bird?" Pete asked glaring at his drink.
"You're not drunk yet," John said. "And you've been really, how do I put this...? Moody?"
"That works," Pittman nodded. Pete drained his scotch as the bartender came by with another round.
"What happened?" Jardine asked.
"It's none of yer bloody business." A man walked in, grabbed Pete by his shirt and pulled him to his feet. "Hi, Remy."
"What did you do?" Remy demanded.
"About that-" Pete started.
"She was cryin'," Remy said. "What did you do to her?"
"I didn't do anything!" Pete said pulling his shirt away from his friend's grasp and sitting down.
"What happened?"
Pete still glared at Remy. "Why do you even care?"
"For one: Kitty's a great girl."
"Wait, hold up a minute, mate," John said raising a hand. "Kitty? Are you serious? That's er name."
"John, shut it," Pete said.
"I told ya before mate, it ain't appenin'," John said.
"I don't know what you did-" Remy started.
"I didn't do a bloody thing!" Pete said standing back up. "I don't know what her bloody problem is! All I did, mate, is leave."
"Apparently dat was enough," Remy said.
Pete glared at Remy. "Listen, I tried to get her t' talk to me, she wouldn't. She told me to leave."
"So y' left?" Remy asked.
"Bloody idiot," John said.
"You don't even know what happened," Pete snapped.
"No, but I do know yer an idiot."
"Je suis Remy LeBeau," Remy said smiling at the insult and sticking a hand out to John.
"John Constantine," John nodded shaking the proffered hand.
"What do you want?" Pete asked.
"An explanation would be nice," Remy said straddling on of the chairs. Pete sat down again.
"Fine, if it'll make ya go away," Pete said. He told Remy what had happened starting with the previous weekend.
"Idiot," John repeated.
"I swear, mate, if you don't shut up-" Pete said.
"Pete, this may be hard but I want ya t' think about this," John said. "Her ex abandoned her, right?"
"Oui," Remy nodded.
"Then her parents divorce and her da seems t' abandon her," John continued. "Then the bird seems t' throw herself at ya and you not only turn her down you also leave her. Seein' a pattern here?"
Pete sat in silence after what John had said. He sighed and said only one word. "Damn."
"I'm amazed," Doyle said. "ConJob was actually intuitive about someone else's feelings."
"Bite me," John said.
"Remy suddenly has a very strong urge to punch y'," the Cajun said glaring at Pete. Pete stood and left.
"Just out of curiosity, wot's the bird look like?" John asked. Remy looked at him suspiciously before pulling out a picture of Kitty, Rogue and Jubilee that he had stolen from Jubilee's purse. "My opinion of Wisdom just plummeted."
"Which isn't at all good," Doyle pointed out. "It wasn't all that high to begin with."
"I'm serious," John said. "Although, you do have a point. She's the brunette on the left?"
"Oui," Remy said.
"She's cute, not like Emma, but there's somethin' about her," John said. Remy took the picture back quickly.
"May I?" Jardine asked. Remy rolled his eyes extending the picture to the older man. "She's an X-Man. Katherine Pryde. With the ability to phase through solid matter."
"You scare me," Pittman said.
"You learn these things in intel."
"Right," Remy said derisively.
Jardine raised one eyebrow. "Formally part of the Thieves Guild. The ability to charge an object with kinetic energy. Status: married."
"Ah am not!" Remy protested
"Do I need to update the files?" Jardine inquired.
"An' Remy is always a t'ief, mon ami. Dat will never change." Jardine noticed that the man had directed the conversation away from his marriage and respected the change. "Do Remy a favor."
"Wot?" as usual John was immediately suspicious.
Remy ignored the Englishman's tone. "Tell Remy somet'in', is Wisdom usually here on Fridays?"
"You're planning something," Jardine stated.
"Mais oui," Remy smiled. "Just trust Remy."
"Not as far as I can throw ya, mate," John said.
"Wisdom always comes here," Pittman said.
"Merci," Remy smiled. He stood and left.
At Pete's apartment
Pete sighed slamming his door shut. He knew he had hurt her but he hadn't actually thought about what had happened logically before. He grabbed a bottle of scotch and turned on his radio. Guns N' Roses began to blare from the speakers.
He tried to stop all of his thoughts. Pete dropped down onto his bed glaring at the ceiling. "God Damn it!" he exclaimed slamming the bottle onto his nightstand. "She's just a frickin' girl! She means nothin'." He stared at the ceiling and tried to calm himself. "Nothin'."
"So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothing lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't you think that you need somebody
Don't you think that you need somebody
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one"
Pete glared at his radio and resisted his urge to shoot a hot knife through it.