Another chapter, this story is coming along at a nice pace I
think, isn't it? There was something I wanted to address, but I can't
really remember what it was, my bad. Now the legal jargon, I don't own x-
men, marvel does. Now, please r/r when your done, and you have my sincere
gratitude.
Chapter 5: Vous Voulez la Vérité?
As soon as he heard those words spoken her knew they had been his only a weak ago. Rogue had threatened him, as he had threatened Magneto, which could only mean that she had seen that memory. Now she would want answers, and though he knew that telling her would cause him trouble, he didn't know if he could lie to her. He was such a fool for beautiful woman, and Rogue's southern sass only made her more attractive. Remy kept forgetting one thing though, she was supposed to be the enemy.
"You gonna want answers now chere?" he didn't know if it was more of a question or a statement, but she simply nodded, "Remy don't know if dat's a good idea, you might not like what you'll hear."
"Would it ruin your reputation with me? Because you aren't exactly on my A list," her words were hurtful, and she didn't even realize it. Remy had a distant look in his eyes, as if he were concentrating very hard on how to choose his words if he did indeed reveal anything.
"Tell you what," he said slowly and snapped out of his little trance, "Remy'll answer your questions, if you answer Remy's," she thought for sure he had something up his sleeve, something to make her call off the whole thing completely. He was wrong, dead wrong.
"Fine," she agreed. He looked like he was about to ask the first question but she stopped him, "Ladies first sugah."
"Of course," he regained his smile and fixed his sparkling eyes of black and red into Rogue's of emerald.
"You obviously don't like, agree with, or respect Magneto so why are you working for him? He paying you by the truck full or what?" her eyes narrowed as she awaited his response, but his smile just grew.
"Dat was two questions chere," he pointed out, "The answer to your second question is no, Gambit ain't gettin paid by the truck full, as a matter of fact Gambit isn't getting paid at all."
"Then why-" he cut her off.
"Nah ah, my turn," she just frowned in anger at his arrogant face, "Why don't you want to go back?"
"What do you mean? You're the one keeping me here, if I had the strength I'd just leave, but seeing as I don't-" again he cut her off.
"Answer truthfully or the deals off. You could have called dem, or simply asked me to get you a cab, but you didn't. Now, answer the question honestly," his face grew serious once more, bringing out the strong features of his face.
"I..I.." she was having a battle with herself; if she didn't say anything her questions, which could be potentially important, would go unanswered. The truth was, she didn't know why she wanted to stay here so much. Sure she was away from all the stress factors in her life, but something deep down told her that something else was making her stay.
"We don't have to play dis little game if you don't want to," it had been his plan all along.
"No," she answered firmly, much to his chagrin; Rogue decided since she didn't know what to say, she would make something up, "The real reason is that it's all just too much. Being in the mansion makes thing's just so hard, I'm always afraid that one day I'll just lose it and go ballistic on everyone, kinda like I did a few days ago. When I'm angry it's like everyone I ever absorbed see an opportunity to take over, and it's to soon to risk having that happen again," she paused realizing that everything she just said was in fact true, "Is that a valid answer?"
"Well, you forgot the part about wanting to be around the handsome Cajun, but I'll except it," his understanding of her explanation made him feel even more sympathetic towards her, but he shielded his true feelings with humor. He heard somewhere that hiding behind jokes was a defense mechanism, but he had never really taken it seriously.
"Now, my turn," she rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Why are you working for Magneto?"
"Ah," he wasn't expecting her to get straight to the point, "Some of us were bribed, and others were blackmailed. Remy was blackmailed, simple as that. So you happy Remy saved you?" he gave leaned in a little bit and gave her a mischievous look.
"Great question swamp rat," she said sarcastically, "I'm happy it was you, being as soft as you are, instead of Sabertooth who would have ripped me to shreds."
"Who said Remy was soft?" he genuinely took offence, "You wouldn't want to have a run in with me in a dark alley, chere, I can be merciless you know."
"I'm sure you can," Rogue laughed a little, "What are you being blackmailed for?"
"Can I pass on dat one?" he asked with a pouty look on his face.
"No dice sugah."
"Votre un fringant celui," he actually said:
"You're a feisty one.
"Fine," he sighed, "Don't say Remy didn't warn you though," he took another deep breath and tried to figure out his explanation, "Let's just say that a long time ago Remy was on the job, I overdid it on my powers, and some people didn't make it. Remy got away with it, but Magneto is compromising my freedom."
"People get hurt with our powers, it goes with the job description," she commented quietly. He looked at her confusingly.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll take that as you next question," she gave a melancholy smile.
"Damn," he cursed himself, "Make the answer good at leat."
"People who have more powers than other people, whether it be in politics or powers in our cases, develop instincts like a predator. We use our powers without thinking, and somebody gets hurt. There hasn't been one mutant I know that doesn't regret something that happened because of their powers."
"Depressing way to look at it," he pointed out.
"Depressing, but true," there was a silence of contemplation until Rogue spoke, "Why don't you join up with us Remy? Professor Xavier could probably help you out with the whole blackmail thing."
"Remy don't deal with go with odds that are against him chere," he looked away from her, "Besides, jumping from one side to another doesn't suit me. A thief is used to working alone, cause in reality there is only one person you can trust in the world, yourself."
"But you can't go through life without help from others."
"I can try," he met her gaze once more. Rogue was taken aback by him; never had she met somebody so blatantly trusting of her, or truthful. He was could sweet talk you one second and be completely straightforward the next.
"Why can't I figure you out?" she asked Remy, but was more or less asking her self.
"Not your turn. You look tired as hell, how do you feel?" why wasn't he asking questions about security or blueprints of the mansion, or how the X-Men trained, or anything of that sort? Did he genuinely care? Truth was, everything was starting to catch up to her body again
"Well-" she had hesitated and Remy saw that.
"Thought so," he went over and picked her up yet again, "Remy is the doctor here, and I say you need more rest."
"Something tells me you just like holdin' me," she mused.
"That too," he smiled and placed her back down on the bed, which had become more comfortable and familiar to her in the past few days than her bed at the mansion had in months, "When you wake up there'll be some food for you."
"Didn't take you as the cooking type," she didn't even notice, but she was smiling.
"Remy don't think you took him for much of anything up till now," with that he left her and reentered the kitchen, still looking into the bedroom, "Rêves doux," the words were barely audible, and while they were simple, they held so much meaning:
"Sweet dreams."
Hee hee, I loved writing this chapter, especially because I had "I Only Have Eyes for You" playing in the background. I hoped everyone out there like it, so please r/r.
Chapter 5: Vous Voulez la Vérité?
As soon as he heard those words spoken her knew they had been his only a weak ago. Rogue had threatened him, as he had threatened Magneto, which could only mean that she had seen that memory. Now she would want answers, and though he knew that telling her would cause him trouble, he didn't know if he could lie to her. He was such a fool for beautiful woman, and Rogue's southern sass only made her more attractive. Remy kept forgetting one thing though, she was supposed to be the enemy.
"You gonna want answers now chere?" he didn't know if it was more of a question or a statement, but she simply nodded, "Remy don't know if dat's a good idea, you might not like what you'll hear."
"Would it ruin your reputation with me? Because you aren't exactly on my A list," her words were hurtful, and she didn't even realize it. Remy had a distant look in his eyes, as if he were concentrating very hard on how to choose his words if he did indeed reveal anything.
"Tell you what," he said slowly and snapped out of his little trance, "Remy'll answer your questions, if you answer Remy's," she thought for sure he had something up his sleeve, something to make her call off the whole thing completely. He was wrong, dead wrong.
"Fine," she agreed. He looked like he was about to ask the first question but she stopped him, "Ladies first sugah."
"Of course," he regained his smile and fixed his sparkling eyes of black and red into Rogue's of emerald.
"You obviously don't like, agree with, or respect Magneto so why are you working for him? He paying you by the truck full or what?" her eyes narrowed as she awaited his response, but his smile just grew.
"Dat was two questions chere," he pointed out, "The answer to your second question is no, Gambit ain't gettin paid by the truck full, as a matter of fact Gambit isn't getting paid at all."
"Then why-" he cut her off.
"Nah ah, my turn," she just frowned in anger at his arrogant face, "Why don't you want to go back?"
"What do you mean? You're the one keeping me here, if I had the strength I'd just leave, but seeing as I don't-" again he cut her off.
"Answer truthfully or the deals off. You could have called dem, or simply asked me to get you a cab, but you didn't. Now, answer the question honestly," his face grew serious once more, bringing out the strong features of his face.
"I..I.." she was having a battle with herself; if she didn't say anything her questions, which could be potentially important, would go unanswered. The truth was, she didn't know why she wanted to stay here so much. Sure she was away from all the stress factors in her life, but something deep down told her that something else was making her stay.
"We don't have to play dis little game if you don't want to," it had been his plan all along.
"No," she answered firmly, much to his chagrin; Rogue decided since she didn't know what to say, she would make something up, "The real reason is that it's all just too much. Being in the mansion makes thing's just so hard, I'm always afraid that one day I'll just lose it and go ballistic on everyone, kinda like I did a few days ago. When I'm angry it's like everyone I ever absorbed see an opportunity to take over, and it's to soon to risk having that happen again," she paused realizing that everything she just said was in fact true, "Is that a valid answer?"
"Well, you forgot the part about wanting to be around the handsome Cajun, but I'll except it," his understanding of her explanation made him feel even more sympathetic towards her, but he shielded his true feelings with humor. He heard somewhere that hiding behind jokes was a defense mechanism, but he had never really taken it seriously.
"Now, my turn," she rolled her eyes as she spoke, "Why are you working for Magneto?"
"Ah," he wasn't expecting her to get straight to the point, "Some of us were bribed, and others were blackmailed. Remy was blackmailed, simple as that. So you happy Remy saved you?" he gave leaned in a little bit and gave her a mischievous look.
"Great question swamp rat," she said sarcastically, "I'm happy it was you, being as soft as you are, instead of Sabertooth who would have ripped me to shreds."
"Who said Remy was soft?" he genuinely took offence, "You wouldn't want to have a run in with me in a dark alley, chere, I can be merciless you know."
"I'm sure you can," Rogue laughed a little, "What are you being blackmailed for?"
"Can I pass on dat one?" he asked with a pouty look on his face.
"No dice sugah."
"Votre un fringant celui," he actually said:
"You're a feisty one.
"Fine," he sighed, "Don't say Remy didn't warn you though," he took another deep breath and tried to figure out his explanation, "Let's just say that a long time ago Remy was on the job, I overdid it on my powers, and some people didn't make it. Remy got away with it, but Magneto is compromising my freedom."
"People get hurt with our powers, it goes with the job description," she commented quietly. He looked at her confusingly.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll take that as you next question," she gave a melancholy smile.
"Damn," he cursed himself, "Make the answer good at leat."
"People who have more powers than other people, whether it be in politics or powers in our cases, develop instincts like a predator. We use our powers without thinking, and somebody gets hurt. There hasn't been one mutant I know that doesn't regret something that happened because of their powers."
"Depressing way to look at it," he pointed out.
"Depressing, but true," there was a silence of contemplation until Rogue spoke, "Why don't you join up with us Remy? Professor Xavier could probably help you out with the whole blackmail thing."
"Remy don't deal with go with odds that are against him chere," he looked away from her, "Besides, jumping from one side to another doesn't suit me. A thief is used to working alone, cause in reality there is only one person you can trust in the world, yourself."
"But you can't go through life without help from others."
"I can try," he met her gaze once more. Rogue was taken aback by him; never had she met somebody so blatantly trusting of her, or truthful. He was could sweet talk you one second and be completely straightforward the next.
"Why can't I figure you out?" she asked Remy, but was more or less asking her self.
"Not your turn. You look tired as hell, how do you feel?" why wasn't he asking questions about security or blueprints of the mansion, or how the X-Men trained, or anything of that sort? Did he genuinely care? Truth was, everything was starting to catch up to her body again
"Well-" she had hesitated and Remy saw that.
"Thought so," he went over and picked her up yet again, "Remy is the doctor here, and I say you need more rest."
"Something tells me you just like holdin' me," she mused.
"That too," he smiled and placed her back down on the bed, which had become more comfortable and familiar to her in the past few days than her bed at the mansion had in months, "When you wake up there'll be some food for you."
"Didn't take you as the cooking type," she didn't even notice, but she was smiling.
"Remy don't think you took him for much of anything up till now," with that he left her and reentered the kitchen, still looking into the bedroom, "Rêves doux," the words were barely audible, and while they were simple, they held so much meaning:
"Sweet dreams."
Hee hee, I loved writing this chapter, especially because I had "I Only Have Eyes for You" playing in the background. I hoped everyone out there like it, so please r/r.