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What Comes Around

Chapter 9

"Ah, c'est exact, Da's righ'… Ah did…." I stretched out my legs, they hurt from sleeping all cramped up on the couch. "So, yah wan' a tour guide mon ami? PePeut-être je pourrais suggérer quelque chose, je veux dire, nous avons un lit par tout.…" I grinned.

She blinked at me. "You know, one of the things they taught me at the mansion, was French." I grinned sheepishly and went back to drinking my empty glass of juice as she laughed. "Je n'ai jamais pensé que vous seriez celui pour demander ce genre de chose de toute façon. Anormal." She called me 'freak' as a joke but I felt like one at this point. Keeping in mind I was still half hung over and now I was tired to boot. I stared at her for a few minutes as she sat there waiting for me to say, or for that matter do something.

"Oh pour l'amour d'un dieu…" I leaned forward and put a hand around her neck, pulling her close enough to kiss her. And then I did.

I should tell you I felt terrible, that I just couldn't help myself, that I didn't like it at all. I would love to tell you that that's where it ended and I didn't try to push it any farther. If you believe that, I have a bridge in San Francisco for you to buy.

So now, here I am watching her get on that train and ride right back to Logan, who called at about the moment I jumped ahead in the story, and apologized. To tell you the truth, if I had been in a right state of mind I never would have picked the phone up, or at least pretended she wasn't there. The way she was at that moment I doubt she would have said no. When she heard him on the phone she started to tear up and then there was some whole thing about not leaving, and something about now he knew how she felt.

That was when I left the room under the pretense that I had to take a leak and splashed some cold water on my face. I was so sick of the whole damn thing at that moment. But for some strange reason I'll never figure out, at that exact moment, I was relieved. I remembered something I'd told her when she first showed up at the mansion, 'If yah need someone ta talk ta mon petite Gambit is here for yah.'

I waved as the train started to pull away from the station, seeing her sitting in the window, smiling at me. She waved slightly and then turned away from the window as she answered her cell phone. I sighed and took out a cigarette, charging the end, watching as it lit up. "Ah need a drink." I said, turning and walking off the platform. What a way to meet an old friend.