Work of Art
Chapter Twenty-Three: Peace
For Rogue
By DamageCtrl
All Standard Disclaimers Apply: I do not own the X-Men or anything associated with it.
"There he is! He must've swam to the shore!" Lights were flooding the sea level and shoreline below the Golden Gate Bridge.
"The lucky bastard!" A police officer said as he shone the light down on the unconscious man laying on the dirt and pebbled shoreline. Waves were crashing just a few feet from him, but he was sprawled out on his stomach, arms at his side with his face turned to the side. "It's a miracle he didn't die on impact!"
"See if you can find any identification on him!" a commanding voice ordered. A few police officers and their medical crew climbed down to the shore to the man's body. They began to search his body as the commanding officer who gave the order radioed the helicopters circling above.
"There is nothing in his car, Sgt. Lee," came a static mused voice from the large radio the Sargent had. "No ID. The car was bought recently...we're tracking the license plate."
"Sir!" someone called from the shoreline. Department photographers took pictures of the scene as medics rolled him on to a stretcher to be carried into the ambulance. "Found some ID on him! A Julien Boudreaux...from New Orleans!"
"Officer Romero, does the plate match for a Boudreaux?" Sgt. Lee asked the radio contact.
"Affirmative, sir," the other officer said. "Car is registered under Julien Boudreaux...insured to cover Bella Donna Boudreaux, his sister. She's living at the same address."
"Contact her immediately, we're taking her brother to the hospital."
Behind the low lining trees by the base of the bridge, just a few feet from the scene, Remy crouched down silently in his soaking wet clothing. He leaned against the remnants of an old wall as he peered through the shrubs. The place was crawling with police that were checking to see if the man who had jumped had survived and swam to shore.
Apparently there had been survivors before. Remy had counted at least three helicopters flying over head and numerous police cars parked near-bye. If he hadn't just jumped off a bridge, he would've been out of there already, but despite his practically vertical slice into the water, his body did ache a little.
He leaned back against the stone wall and took a deep breath. He'd wait until they were mostly gone before he made his move and headed back to his place. Part of him wanted to stop by a phone and call for someone to pick him up, but he didn't want to bring in more people than necessary.
It was be close to dawn by the time he started heading home.
Kurt stared at his leather clad mother in disbelief. Did he just hear her right? Did she just say that she use a former United States intelligence officer in Germany who was working under some joint program between the two nations? He mulled over the idea for a bit.
His mother had unceremoniously placed her gun down on the counter as she went into the kitchen to get some coffee. She claimed it was going to be a long night. Kurt nodded and followed her, nearly freaking out over the existence of a gun. At least her past explained that. But the leather?
"You're too old to be vearing leather, mother," Kurt grumbled as he rubbed his forehead. "Especially black leather pants and...is that a bustier?"
Raven bristled at the comment. "I'm not a sagging old ditty, Kurt. I do work out."
"I cannot believe I am even having this conversation vith you..." Kurt groaned.
"Now is not the time to be giving your mother fashion advice!" Raven snapped. "Your sister is missing!"
"She's not missing, she's on her way to Europe," Kurt snapped his mouth closed but it was too late. Raven was now glowering at him. He frowned. "Vell, maybe ve could've caught up with her if you didn't take Remy's bike!"
"Well, I didn't think that Rogue would be stealing your car any time soon," Raven retorted haughtily. "Honestly, Kurt...leaving your car keys on the table in the hall? What if it had been a burglar instead of Rogue?"
Kurt grumbled. Combining what Jean had said about Rogue probably going to Europe and what Logan had heard on Remy's answering machine, everyone deduced that the brown haired, white streaked, architect was heading off to Europe at that very moment. Where exactly, no one knew for sure.
Jean was coming over to pick them up in her car. "This is ridiculous! Ve should've called a cab!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Even if she was boarding, it will take a while for the plane to take off."
"What if ve miss her?"
"They we find out what flight she took to where and then fly there ourselves and bring her home," Raven explained simply. "I don't know what that girl was thinking - flying off to Europe."
Before she could launch into a heated triad about the stupidity of the situation, the phone rang. Kurt answered and Jean said she was coming up the drive way and they should be ready to get into the air. He agreed and he and his mother went outside. Jean drove up and unlocked the doors in the back.
"Mrs. Darkholme! Nice to see you again! And you must be Rogue's brother, Kurt," Jean Paul beamed and turned around from the front passenger seat to extend his hand. "Jean Paul Beaubier."
"Mr. Beaubier, what are you doing here?" Raven asked as her eyes narrowed. Kurt shook Jean Paul's hand passively.
"Tagging along with Jean," Jean Paul said. "We were at a karate tournament together got caught up in the excitement that has been happening here. So has anything changed?"
"Nothing vith us," Kurt sighed, disappointed. "Vhat about you two?"
"We've called Betsy and Kitty and they said they'd go straight to the airport. They think maybe they can catch up with her. They should be getting there right about now."
"Jean, can't you drive any faster?" Raven frowned from the back seat.
"I'm trying to..." Jean said as she headed straight for the nearest free way.
"So vhy did you think that Rogue is going to Europe?" Kurt asked.
"You know how Rogue has all those guide books to places she's been?" Jean asked. Kurt nodded. "Well, her guide to Europe was gone...but Europe is a big place."
"Even if she lands in one of the major cities, she could be any where by the time we get there." Raven nodded in agreement.
"Where do you think she would go?" Jean Paul asked. "Anywhere in particular?"
"She's always had a fondness for Paris," Raven told him. "Ever since I first took her there, she fell in love with the Louvre and the architecture."
"You think she might go there?" Jean Paul looked at the other three in question. "Logan said that she wanted to sort some things out and think for a while."
"But vhere else vould she go?" Kurt asked. "Did she leave any other clues?"
"She took the sketch." Jean said.
"What sketch?" Raven asked with a frown and suspicious eyes.
"An original Raphael lent to the museum a few months ago. It belonged to Remy and he gave it to her for Christmas, something about it bringing them together, right Jean?" Jean Paul asked. Jean nodded. Jean Paul smiled blissfully and looked out the window. "So romantic..."
Raven's eyes narrowed. "Rome."
"Vhat?" Kurt asked, turning to his mother.
"She'll head down to Rome," Raven asserted. "Raphael's tomb is there. He worked there and you can see his work all over the Vatican. If she wanted to think and it had something to do with the sketch, she probably went there."
"If ve miss her, ve'll fly to Rome." Kurt agreed.
"Whoa...what's happening here?" Jean peered through the mist and frowned. There were half a dozen police cars to one side of the bridge next to an abandoned car.
"Someone jumped again?" Jean Paul offered.
Kurt sighed and shook his head. "That's so horrible...vhat a waste of life..." Beside him, Raven snorted and crossed her arms.
"You have no idea..."
By the time they reached San Francisco International, Jean Paul had been sent to park the car while the other three ran into the international terminal. It was practically empty except for a small hand full of people who were there early for a fly in the morning and had no where else to go and of course, the workers.
"I'll look for Betsy and Kitty." Jean said.
"We'll check the counters for the carriers that flew off to Europe tonight." Raven added. The trio split up with Raven and Kurt each going to different carriers to start asking. Jean took out her phone and dialed Betsy's number.
"Hello?"
"Betsy, anything?" Jean asked worriedly.
"Afraid I have bad news for you, luv," Betsy sighed in a tired voice. "Just meet us out by the Lufthansa carrier."
"Is that what Rogue took?"
"It was the last flight to London Heathrow...around the time you said Rogue called," Betsy said. "I'll see you there."
Jean closed her eyes tightly and rubbed her head as she looked around for the carrier. She saw Raven already there speaking to the clerk. From the expression on the woman's face, she just learned that Rogue had indeed bought a seat on the last flight. Jean walked over and arrived just as Betsy, Kitty, and Kurt congregated there.
"By the time we got here and found out, they had just pulled back from the gate," Betsy told them. She crossed her arms and frowned. "So what do we do now?"
"Find out when the next flight leaves, that's what!" Raven announced. She turned and was about to stomp towards the counter when another voice rang out.
"Go ahead and find out, but you ain't taking it anywhere." The group looked up and saw Logan approaching from the entrance.
"Logan! Any word on Remy or Rogue?" Jean asked as she jogged towards him, still in her karate uniform. Logan shook his head.
"No, don't know where the Cajun is," Logan snorted. His eyes landed on Raven and narrowed. "Mystique."
A low growl collected in Raven's throat as narrowed eyes glared at him. "Wolverine..."
"Mystique? You two know each other, too?" Jean asked, surprised.
"Mystique was my alias when I was an agent," Raven said in a low voice. "Our paths crossed several times in the past."
"And you let Rogue train under him?" Kitty asked with wide eyes. The corners of Raven's lips curled into a devious smile.
"Who better than to train my daughter than him?" Raven said haughtily.
"Enough about me," Logan snorted. "Rogue's off to Europe and no one is going to follow her."
"What? But...what if she's in trouble-" Jean began.
"She'll be fine, Red," Logan assured her. "Rogue's a big girl. She can take care of herself. She wanted to be alone and think."
Everyone slowly turned to Raven to see what the girl's notoriously over protective mother would do. She stood at the head of the group and turned her head up. "I don't care what she wants," Raven said in a low voice. "She is my daughter and I will do what I think is best for her!"
She whirled around and stomped back to the counter. Kurt let out a sharp gasped and took a step forward. "Mother-"
"Let it go, kid," Logan told him as he narrowed his eyes as Raven's demanding figure by the counter. "There ain't no stopping her."
Rogue leaned back against the cushions of her chair in business class. She looked out the window and took a deep breath. They would've been over the east coast by now. The lights in the cabin were still dimmed as most people were sleeping on the red-eye flight.
The large screens at the front that would provide entertainment for the rest of the eleven hour flight now only showed a map of the world and a few blinking green dots that followed a white plane across the screen. She looked down at her watch. It was almost dawn back home.
Rogue, this is the craziest thing yah've ever done...going ta Europe without a single plan. Not even a place ta stay! She thought to herself as she looked down at her hands. Just got up and left...Momma must be going crazy...Kurt's stress level probably went through the roof. And Jean and Betsy and the others...Maybe Ah should've thought this through some more.
Then again, if she had thought it through some more, she would've just gone insane. Her mind went back into the events of the night before. She remembered crying herself to sleep and then waking up in the dark room. Her mother must've come off and turn off the lights. That was something she had gotten used to since she was adopted.
The moment she moved she felt something in her arms and turned. In the thin moonlight that came through the double doors, she saw the sketch of the sleeping woman. Tears came to her eyes once more and once again, she had no idea why. What ever it was caused something to snap inside of her.
She couldn't stand laying in bed any more and crying her eyes out at night. She didn't want to have her mother watch over her like she was a fragile doll any more. She didn't want to go through the rest of her life knowing that she was missing something. Something important.
Rogue, still in her sleep ware, sneaked outside. She knew that Kurt tended to leave his keys outside and quickly took them. Her mother was downstairs on the phone with someone. She didn't care. She grabbed her bag and the sketch and sneaked out.
Ever since her mother had bought the house back when she was still a teenager, she'd learned to climb out of her window to the small ledge and then hang from it and jump down on the soft grass below. When Raven installed a deck and a sliding door, it made the fall a lot shorter at one end. And closer to the drive way.
After a silent apology to her brother for grand theft auto, Rogue stated the car and drove away as quietly as she could. Once she was far enough, she high tailed it to her apartment to get her passport and other travel necessities. It was sheer luck that Jean had not been at the apartment. She had mentioned something about a karate tournament that weekend and Rogue supposed that's where she went.
Rogue closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Ah'm sorry everyone...Ah had ta get away... Rogue thought as her eyes slowly opened once more. Ah need ta get mah thoughts together. Ah can't go another day feeling like something's missing...
She lifted her hand to her jacket and pulled it open. She reached into the pocket over her left breast and gingerly took out an old piece of paper. She lifted her hand and turned on the small reading light. She looked down at the sketch and squinted her eyes. Whatcha dreaming about, sugah? Rogue sniffled and bit her lower lip. "Maybe the same thing Ah can't remember..."
"Excuse me, miss," a deep voice said in front of her. Rogue lifted her eyes up to the voice in front of her. The man who was seated in the seat in front of her shifted in his seat and turned to peer over the seat. "Do you mind turning off the light? My eyes are a bit sensitive to..." his voice trailed off and he let out a gasp. "Rogue?"
Green eyes went wide. "Joseph?"
"Mon Dieu..." Remy looked up at the blessed warehouse outline of his home and let out a content smile. "I never thought I'd be glad t' be home so much in my life..."
Grinning, he stumbled up the hall and towards his door. He arrived, clothing still damp and reeking of bay water, at his front door. He smiled and leaned heavily against it. He dug through his pant pockets, glad that his keys didn't get lost in the bay, and pulled them out.
After a few misguided attempts to open his door, it finally managed to turn the key and stumble through the door way.
BEEP
"You have one new message."
Remy stiffened and pasted himself against the wall as he heard his answering machine go off. Someone else was in the flat with him. And listening to his messages.
"Listen, Ah don't really know who Ah called..."
Remy's eyes widened as his heart leap to his throat. Rogue called him? He shook his head. No, Rogue didn't call him...she just said she didn't know she called. His heart dropped, but he refused to push the thought aside. Why did she dial his number of all people then?
"Oh, Gawd...that sounded dumb. Anyway, Kurt, yahr car is at SFO's parking lot, short term parking."
Remy frowned. San Francisco International? What was Kurt's car doing in short term parking at SFO?
"Don't know when yah'll are gonna get this message. But Ah'm just gonna go away for a while. Ah'm about ta board a plane..."
His heart stopped. Rogue was at the airport...and she was LEAVING? Remy involuntarily swallowed. Where was she going? More importantly - WHY?
"Don't ask ta where. Ah need ta think about some stuff. Momma, Kurt, Jean, Betsy, Kitty...don't yah dare come after meh! Ah need ta sort some stuff out. Ah'll come home when Ah'm ready...bye."
BEEP
"End of messages."
"Did you hear what she said?" a familiar voice asked smoothly. Remy stiffened, suddenly reminded of the other presence in the apartment. He tensed up and pushed himself closer to the wall. "No need to hide, LeBeau," the voice called out again. "I already know you're here."
Remy narrowed his eyes and stepped forward. He emerged into the living room and barely muffled to keep in his gasp of surprise as he saw who stood in his living room.
"Mrs. Darkholme?"
The woman had her back to him. She was looking down at the answering machine, her tall, stately posture looking forbidding. Slowly, she turned around and looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Surprised to see me?" she smirked. She crossed her arms over her chest and Remy just stared at her. They had left things unfinished at the bridge.
"What are y' doing here? How did y' get in?" Hundreds of questions flooded Remy's mind as the woman lifted her chin, seemingly pleased that she confused him. Suddenly, Remy froze. "Oh my God...y'r gonna kill me!"
Raven snorted and walked over to the couch. "Don't be stupid," she told him, as if the thought were ridiculous. "If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be talking right now."
"How did y' know I'd come back here?" Remy asked incredulously at the uninvited and dangerous woman. "For all y' know, I could've died in de bay!"
"I'm no fool, LeBeau," Raven told him calmly. "You didn't think that I wouldn't find out about you? Former art thief. Son of one of New Orleans's greatest thieves? I had no doubt when you stepped out on that ledge that you'd not only survive, but come straight here afterwards."
Remy narrowed his eyes. "I know y' don't like me," he replied with a tight frown. "But I'm a changed man... I ain't a thief any more."
"You stole something very important to me, LeBeau," Raven said as she narrowed her eyes at him. She studied him critically. "I want it back."
"Dat's a lie!" Remy growled, infuriated as he took one step forward. "I didn't steal nothing from y'!"
"Really?" Raven asked with a scoff. "What about her?" She pointed across the room to a picture on the mantle. It was new, put there just after Christmas. Rogue was smiling happily in front of the Christmas tree, a mug of hot cocoa in her hands. "You stole my daughter's heart."
Remy's eyes closed tightly has his hands clenched at his sides. Non...she stole mine... "What do y' want from me? Rogue doesn't even remember me no more. Y' should be happy."
"If I were so happy, why do you think I went to see that wretched Boudreaux last night?" Raven spat out bitterly. "To thank him?" she laughed. "You idiot! He HURT my daughter! I sent her to him-"
"WHY?" Remy gasped. "Do y' hate me so much dat y'd put your own daughter in danger?"
Raven's face flashed with fury. Before he realized what she was doing, Raven was right in front of him and slapped him across the face. "Don't you EVER say that I'd hurt Rogue!"
Remy gritted his teeth as he lifted his hand to his stinging cheek. "Dat's all that y've been doing," he told her in a low voice. "Hurting her by sending her t' Julien. Hurting her by trying t' keep her away from me!"
"You don't understand!" Raven retorted proudly. "You don't know what Rogue's been through with men! How men have hurt her! Do you know her first boyfriend tore so hard at her self confidence that she became anorexic and almost killed herself starving?"
Remy jerked his head back, his eyes open wide. "Anorexic...?" he mumbled. Raven narrowed her eyes.
"Or that her last boyfriend beat her?" Raven added. "He ripped her confidence apart even more! Do you know what it's like to be a mother and not be able to do anything about it? Do you? I swore to myself that I would NEVER let Rogue get hurt by another man again!"
Remy shook his head and stumbled backwards. He fell back against the couch, the shock getting to him. Rogue had a history of relationship abuse...no wonder Raven was so over protective. Remy lifted his head up at the woman. "Why did you send her t' Julien? Julien is a man-"
"And he knew about your past...I wanted him to tell Rogue everything about you! So she would see the kind of man you really were," Raven explained. "I never dreamed that he would do this to her. I never would have let her go if I knew!"
"Y' knew Julien hates me!" Remy frowned as he flew to his feet and glared at the woman. "Y' should've known what he might do!"
"I didn't realize that until it was too late!" Raven hissed. "That's why I wanted to go with her, but Rogue got there before I did! I wanted to make certain that nothing happened, but when I got there, YOU had already arrived!"
"I told you, I didn't do anything-"
"I know that already!" Raven shouted. "Let me get down to the point, LeBeau! It's MY fault this happened! If I hadn't sent her, if I had only gotten there earlier, Rogue wouldn't be in running off to Europe right now!"
"So why are y' telling me dat?" Remy frowned. "T' clear my name? I already knew I was innocent."
"No, LeBeau," Raven said. She reached into her purse and Remy tensed, waiting for her to pull out a gun. "I'm going to make up what I did to my daughter." her voice softened and Remy watched her warily. She pulled out a long, white envelope from her purse.
"What are dose?" Remy asked cautiously, keeping his eyes on the woman.
"A plane ticket to London Heathrow and an American Express card," Raven said. She placed it on the coffee table and slid it towards him. "I want you to go and get my daughter back."
Remy's eyes shot up. A look of utter shock graced his face as he looked at the woman. "I don't understand y', Mrs. Darkholme...I thought y' hated me," he said. "Why do y' want me to go after her?"
"You heard Rogue's message. She doesn't want US coming after her...but she never said anything about you." Raven told him coolly.
"Y' could've sent someone else...one of her friends from work." Remy reminded her. Raven smirked.
"I believe that Rogue still remembers you, in her subconscious. Else she wouldn't cry for her you in her sleep," Raven explained. She glanced towards the answering machine. "Her message is more proof of that. She didn't know who she called, but she dialed YOUR number. I believe she can remember her memories of you even without the use of voodoo."
Remy narrowed his eyes. "Why? Why do y' want her to remember me? A low life sleaze ball?"
Raven smirked once more. "Because it will make her happy," Raven told him simply. "And I want what most mothers want - their children to be happy."
Remy shook his head. He bent down and picked up the plane ticket and the card. "I'll never under y' women..."
"You more than any other man should know how fickle women can be," Raven told him. "Now, answer my question. Will you go to Rogue and bring her back?"
"I ain't going t' bring back Rogue," Remy told her flat out. Raven hissed. "But I am going t' go t' Europe."
"You little-"
Remy held out his hand to silence her. "Let me tell y' one thing," he said. "I love Rogue...more then y' could ever realize. Even if y' didn't come here, I would've gone after her. So don't think I'm going for y' or t' just 'get Rogue back'. I'm going dere because I love her."
"Then at least let me pay for you," Raven said. "It's the least I could do after what I've done."
"It's not y'r fault. Julien would've gotten t' her one way or another," Remy said in a low voice. "I know dat now...after seeing how much he hates me..."
"But I sent her to him...because of this, it is my fault," Raven told him. "I need to make this up to her somehow."
"Money won't solve all de problems."
"But it's something."
Remy thumbed through the contents of the envelope. Raven had added several thousand dollars in cold hard cash to cover any expenses. He looked at the woman and threw a cocky smirk back at her. "What if she remembers me and doesn't dump me like y' expect?"
"Then you just better take good care of my daughter," Raven told him dangerously. It was a blatant warning. "You make my daughter happy and I will tolerate you. You hurt my baby girl and I will obliterate you."
"We call a peace den?" Remy asked. "For Rogue?"
Raven took a deep breath and nodded. "For Rogue's sake."
Remy clutched the envelope in his hand and stepped forward. He extended his hand to Raven. The woman looked down at it uneasily. "Den we have nothing t' worry 'bout," Remy said as Raven shook his head with a tight, firm grip. He couldn't resist one last jab as a wide Cheshire grin filled his face. "Momma."
"Joseph?" Rogue blinked back any tears she might have been about to shed quickly and threw him a bright smile. "Hey, sugah, whatcha doing here?"
"Oh, Professor Xavier gave me two weeks off," he said shyly as he ducked back lower in his seat. "He even paid for my vacation."
Rogue giggled. Probably was trying ta get rid of old Joe the body guard so he can finally have some alone time, Rogue thought to herself. "Where are you off to?"
"I thought I'd do the standard trip," Joseph shrugged. "I'm going sight seeing in London for a bit, then off to Paris, and make my way down to Rome."
"Sounds good, sugah..." Rogue nodded.
"What about you, Rogue?" Joseph asked curiously. "On vacation as well?"
Sort of... "Ah just needed some time away from everything back home," Rogue sighed as she sank into her seat and looked away tiredly. "It's been getting complicated..."
"I heard about what happened and the accident," Joseph said reluctantly. "I hope you're okay."
Her eyes looked back at him and she smiled. "Ah'm fine, sugah," she admitted. "But something's missing, yah know? Ah feel like Ah can't remember something...thought if Ah got away for a bit, it might help meh remember. Or at least straighten out mah thoughts and relax."
"Oh, I see..." Joseph said. "Well...I'll leave you alone to your thoughts then."
"Ah could use a traveling buddy," Rogue piped before Joseph turned away completely. He stiffened in his seat, a blush creeping on his face. "What do yah say?"
"Me?" Joseph piped. "Your traveling buddy?"
"Yah wouldn't leave a girl alone ta wander the streets of Europe unescorted, would yah?" Rogue asked with a chuckle. "'Sides, Ah could use someone ta talk ta if yah're up ta it."
"Of...of course!" Joseph gushed. "I'd be honored to be your traveling companion, Rogue." He said once he collected himself. Rogue smiled.
"Are yah sure it won't be any trouble? Ah didn't mean ta put yah on the spot or anything," Rogue added. "If yah ever get tired of mah company, just say the word."
Joseph shook his head. "No, no, no," he assured her. "It would be my pleasure to travel with you."
Rogue beamed. "Great, so we'll work our way down ta Rome!" she said happily. She let out a hopeful sigh. "There's something there Ah wanna see..."
"Who are we seeing off?" Kitty asked as they stood by the security check point to get into the international terminals of San Francisco airport.
"Is your mother really going?" Betsy asked Kurt with a frown. "Logan said that Rogue specifically told us not to come after her."
Before Kurt could answer, another woman's voice caught their attention. "None of us are going after her." The group turned and saw Raven walking towards them.
"Then what are we doing here, mother?" Kurt demanded. "You told me to come to the airport."
"I told YOU to come to the airport, Kurt, not the entire world," Raven frowned as she looked at the group that had gathered. Logan was standing there with his arms crossed and glaring at Raven. Jean, Betsy, Kitty and Piotr were also there, along with Jean Paul and a tall African woman with white hair. "Did you bring what I asked you to bring?"
"Yes," Kurt sighed. He reached into his pocket and took out a sleek black and silver phone. "The phone you use when you travel."
"Excellent," Raven said as she took the phone. "He'll need it to be contacted."
"He?" Logan asked with a tight lipped frown. "He who?"
"Okay! De bag is all checked in and Remy's right on time for his flight!" a voice boomed.
"Remy?" Jean gasped. She turned her head to Raven as the woman walked over to the casually dressed Cajun and handed him the phone.
"You can use that phone anywhere in the world," Raven told him. "If you need anything - money, a place to stay, contacts - call me and I will arrange it."
"Sure thing, momma."
Raven scowled. "Do not call me that, you impudent man! Do not make me regret this!"
Remy grinned and looked at the shocked group. "Well, mon amis, dis is good-bye for now, don't look so sad, eh?" Remy smiled. "Dis artist is going t' find his muse."
A.N. - And the hunt begins...:P Thank you all for reading! Feeling much better, by the way! I'm off to work on Monday!