Tainted Soul /Puppybaddog
Summary: yet another fic of Gambit after Antarctica
Disclaimer: Don't own don't sue
Chapter 1
A few weeks after Remy was left to die in that frozen wasteland called Antarctica, Xavier had picked up on the mutant's signal and had sent Scott, Bobby and Hank to get him out, they had found him unconscious in the freezing snow. Scott looked back from the cockpit as Hank laid a few blankets on the thief, checking the IV's he seemed dead at first glance his body was badly bruised and looked beaten, Hank couldn't even open the thief's hands he was extremely pale and to Hank's medical knowledge Remy had recently slipped into a coma.
Scott and Bobby helped Hank carry Gambit on a stretcher back into med-lab to get him settled into one of the beds, where Charles was waiting for them. By then everyone in the mansion knew of Gambit's sudden arrival. Keeping silent Charles stayed in a corner watching as Hank did his best to try and save the thief's life. After about two hours Hank draped and electric blanket over the frigid Cajun in order to slowly warm him up, plugging it in he sighed as he again looked at the thief's hands and grimaced a bit shaking his head. He gently laid them at the Cajun's side in two bowls filled with a new type of jelly that was supposed to help frostbite patients to regain a bit of movement within their limbs. Hank then turned to Charles. "That's all I can do for now I'm afraid…"
"Thank you Hank…" Charles sighed taking a deep breath, "I just hope we weren't too late…" he whispered.
Three days later Remy's eyes slowly began to flutter, "That's it Gambit we need you to wake up…" Hank tried to coax as he sat beside the Cajun, examining his fingers, slowly moving them in his claws the jelly seemed to work a little as he was able to open the thief's hands. Although it didn't mean that Gambit would get full movement of his hands as he used to, thankfully his feet weren't as badly damaged as his hands.
"Who ya talking to Hank?" Bobby asked as he leaned against the door with an evil grin.
Hank turned to the sound of the voice and gave a small smile, "Remy's slowly trying to wake up…I'm just simply letting him hear me, so he won't be frightened when he finally opens his eyes."
"Frightened?" Bobby frowned then remembered that the thief was left to die, "Oh yeah never mind…so how do you think he's gonna react once he finds out that he's here?"
"Fear mostly…being left behind by his own teammates then brought back…I imagine he might want to know what we would want with him…"
Bobby frowned as he stared at Gambit, "Yeah well at least he wasn't tortured like the others…"
Hank quirked an eyebrow at Drake's answer, then looked back to Remy, "Perhaps…but I'd say he has suffered enough…"
Bobby frowned at the man's answer, "What do you mean by that?"
"You haven't seen the scars on his body have you…most are very old…We don't know much about our Arcadian's past life…perhaps we were too quick to judge…maybe he was forced to lead the Marauders…We've no idea what kind of hold Sinister had on the man." He sighed.
Bobby's eyes widened a bit, he hadn't thought about Sinister's part in the story his thoughts were broken when he heard someone else speak.
"Hey Hank how's Gumbo doin'?" Logan strolled into the lab, followed by Scott and Jean.
"Oh Hank says that Remy's slowly trying ta wake up…" Bobby drawled as he stared at the man lying still on the bed.
"Really…" Scott walked to Remy's right side and looked at the thief closely, his eyelids were fluttering madly then looked at Bobby as he spoke.
"Say Hank ya think it's a good idea ta have everybody in here, I mean with what you just said earlier and all?" Bobby asked as he approached the bed.
Scott smirked then looked back to Remy and gasped, "Uh Hank…" he whispered, Hank turned and gave a small smile as the thief's eyes were now wide open. Hank then frowned a bit, Remy's eyes wouldn't focus on anyone or anything.
XxXxX
As his mind slowly processed where he was and who were the voices of the people he heard. Everyone was told to step back and keep quiet Remy then took a slow deep breath his eyes narrowed as he saw the concerned faces of the X-men surrounding him. Realizing with dread where he was he closed his eyes hoping they'd take the hint and go away but alas they wanted to know if he was alright or in any pain…why the hell would they care about that…the bastards.
"Remy can you hear me?" Hank asked as he stood and took his pulse. "Remy…one word that's all I want…" Hank tried to coax but Remy kept his eyes closed as he concentrated on breathing, turning his head to his right Remy refused to speak, not that he was able to in the first place, his throat felt as if it were rubbed raw.
XxXxX
Two days had passed by rather quickly and Hank always entered med-lab with a smile while looking after the Cajun, always speaking in a positive tone, "Good-morning Remy…How are you feeling today Remy?…Would you like to say something today Remy?" Hank sighed as he looked at his patient. Remy still hadn't spoken a word, every plate of food he had brought Remy had refused to touch it. "Breakfast was very good this morning…Jean made it…" he tried, but the thief still refused to even look at the man, "Storm came to visit you yesterday do you remember?...She promised she'd come back today…Remy you have to try and eat something…" He whispered then put the tray on the other bed, slowly he tugged on the blankets to look at Remy's hands which were bound and resting against his chest, "Can you move your fingers?" he asked looking up, Remy frowned but still didn't answer, "Perhaps tomorrow then…" Hank sighed as he covered the thief again.
Remy just sat there wrapped up in the heavy blankets, looking at the sheets on the bed. He just kept his mouth shut even thought the X-Men didn't act it he could very well feel them, sure a few seemed glad that he was alive but they still didn't trust him. So if they didn't trust him what was the point in being all nice and happy towards them? What was he supposed to be grateful that they had brought him back…they're the ones who left him out there in the first place with no chance in hell of coming out of there alive. As he now felt the pain from his body Remy was extremely pissed every time Hank would try and look at his wounds or try to treat his hands, Remy would try to push him away.
Now Remy had one goal in mind, get the hell out of here as soon as possible. But what plagued his thoughts were would they let him, or did they just bring him back to finish the job, do it right make sure he would die horribly as did the Morlocks.
The Professor had a small smile on his lips as he came to visit the crafty thief, Remy though pretended to be asleep as he snuggled in his blankets that were up to his nose, only his eyes and the top of his head were visible, his arms were wrapped around his chest to try and feel a little warmth, he wasn't in the mood to hear the man's ramblings or his stupid excuses and so tried to ignore the telepath all together.
"Good morning Remy…" Charles chirped as he parked his chair beside the bed looking at the thief with a bit of concern. Remy kept his eyes closed, knowing that Xavier knew he was not sleeping. "We need to have a talk Remy…Hank tells me that you still refuse to eat and to let him care for your injuries…" he sighed as he leaned forward in his chair, "You don't need to stay in med-lab, you can walk around the mansion if you like…try to get a little exercise…" he tried.
'Yeah sure…exercise like I didn't have enough romping through the banks of snow and ice for two fucken weeks…' Remy growled in his head as he tried to wrap the blanket tighter against himself and still refused to speak to the man. Sensing the anger radiating from the thief and not knowing what else to say Charles sighed as he leaned back in his chair and watched the sick thief as he pretended to sleep, thinking that being in the room might perhaps comfort Remy in some way.
XxXxX
Two weeks later, Hank had informed Charles that Remy was deemed healthy enough to be able to leave med lab, although he still wouldn't be able to do anything too strenuous. Scott entered med-lab with an evil smirk plastered on his face, "Morning Hank…" he grinned then stopped at Remy's bed, "Morning Remy…guess what today you are coming for a walk…Professor wants to talk to you…so come on get up get dressed and let's go…" he smiled dropping some new clothes on the bed, then stood up straight and crossed his arms. Remy slowly opened his eyes and glared at Scott silently telling him to go fuck himself and closed his eyes as he made himself a bit more comfortable. Only to feel a sharp tug on the blankets, "I'm to drag you up there kicking and screaming if I have to…" Scott continued as he pulled another blanket off the bed.
Remy glared at Scott, "Oh Remy's…sure you'd…enj-oy dat honor…homme but be warned ya to-uch dis here…Cajun and I'll blow dat…fuck-en arm of yours…of ya misera-ble corpse…" he whispered his voice hoarse.
Scott quirked an eyebrow, "Well at least ya haven't lost that fighting spirit of yours…and look Hank I got him to talk…" Scott smirked as he looked to the beast, "I should be a doctor…" Scott chuckled softly.
"Let's not get carried away…" Hank smiled, as he stood by Remy's side, "Come Remy let's help you get dressed…"
Remy reluctantly sat up slowly and grabbed the clothes on the bed, swatting at Hank's hands, and glared at Scott as he took a step forward silently daring him to try and touch the thief. Taking the hint Scott stepped back with a smile and leaned against the door waiting until Remy had finished getting dressed.
Fifteen minutes later a limping Remy grasped the railing as they walked up the stairs leaning against the wall to help support his weight and sliding across it he ignored the stares and glares from the others as he was being led to the Professor's office. Scott still held a smile as he opened the door and gestured for Remy to enter. Remy a bit annoyed at the smug look on Scott's face pushed Scott against the door and nudged his elbow in Cyclops' gut, Scott grunted but did not lay a hand on the thief. Remy then watched the door close and turned his head towards the man who was the world's most powerful telepath locking eyes with him, Remy looked at him with an uncaring eye yet it had a hint of a glare within. "Please sit down Remy…" Charles gestured to one of the chairs in front of the desk. Remy stood for a moment still staring then took a few limping steps forward and plopped down on one of the leather chairs, a bit grateful that he could now sit down and rest from the long tiring walk.
The silence was excruciatingly long as neither spoke. Xavier eyed Remy over he was wearing a black t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt, a pair of khaki pants and black boots he sighed as he thought for a moment on how to start this conversation, "Ya wanna…get dis ov-ah with M'sieu…I got a…two o'clock sta-lking appointment…where everyo-ne keeps an eye…on me ta make su-re I don…do any harm ta an-yone else…" Remy seethed in a whisper his voice still rough.
Charles sighed as he leaned back in his chair, "Now Remy I'm sure you know that for you to stay here…I must insist that you allow Hank to care for your injuries…"
Remy rolled his eyes, "Den I won' stay here…" he drawled.
"Remy please you are very sick…"
"And who's fa-ult is dat?" Remy muttered as he slowly stood and headed for the door, he had heard enough and was done talking.
Charles lifted an eyebrow at the man as he could suddenly sense his emotions, "We are not done yet Remy…" he raised his voice a bit to try to get him to stay.
"I say we are…" Remy hissed, as he roughly opened the door then slammed it shut behind him.
Charles sighed as he leaned his elbows on his desk resting his chin on his hands looking at the door, he didn't want to do this but apparently Remy didn't want to listen and Charles had no other choice, closing his eyes he began to concentrate.
XxXxX
Remy growled as he made his way downstairs, Scott in hot pursuit, climbing down the stairs as fast as his body would let him Remy sighed as he was stopped in the hallway that led outside as he was suddenly met with Logan, Jean, Rogue and Bobby at the mansion entrance courtesy of Charles who had asked them to stop him from leaving, Scott stayed at the foot of the stairs blocking his path. Remy looked around for a way out, not seeing one he sighed.
"Remy where are you going…you can't leave you're sick…" Jean pleaded stepping forward.
Remy frowned a bit as he narrowed his eyes, "Go ta hell comes ta mind…" he whispered as he glanced to his left towards the rec room were a few mutants were watching at the door. "I've already been there…an I don't recommend goin again…" he continued then looked at Jean, then at Rogue, "Of course with you I'm sure that would be the exception…Why don't you all go for a visit I'm sure ya'll would fit in quite nicely…cold hearted bastards dat ya are…" he whispered coughing a few times trying to clear his throat.
Logan had heard enough and not one for patience lunged forward grabbing Remy by the shirt and slammed him against the wall, Remy winced as he had the wind knocked out of him, "Listen you little shit…" Remy's eyes flared up at the way he was being treated, and he grabbed Logan's shirt, and belt Logan could see the pain in his eyes as Remy forced his powers to charge, the belt and shirt.
"Non…you fucken listen homme…" he hissed, Logan slowly let go of Gambit lifting his arms at his sides as he felt the heat radiating off of his clothes, he might have the ability to heal any injury but being blown up wasn't something he felt like going through today. "Ya listen real good…I-DID-NOT-KILL-ANYONE…I heard Sinister had found out where the Morlocks were…I rushed aftah da Marauders to try and stop them…" he breathed taking a deep breath Remy continued.
"Unfortunately I was too late…even though I had managed ta save that little girl and got injured by doin' so…ya'll didn't want ta believe me cause ya know nothin' bout me…I NEVAH LIED IN MY WHOLE LIFE…I was punished fo something I didn't do I always am…Ya just wanted someone ta blame and ya chose po old little Remy LeBeau…" he gasped coughing a few times.
"Da nobody da fucken thief…Even though I felt like shit because of what happened, kept thinkin' if I'd only gotten there sooner, If only I'd been able ta run faster…" Remy looked down and shook his head trying to calm himself, and control his breathing, he then looked back to Logan, "I took dat punishment without complaint…and ya'll are still fucken pissed dat I lived…" Remy was now furious, "Fine ya want Remy ta suffer more?" He growled, "Would dat make ya'll happy?" he yelled as he took the charge back within his body. The pain could very well be seen on his face. Logan released a shaky breath but quickly found himself kicked in the gut as Remy pushed him away and rushed down the hall heading towards the kitchen.
Scott grabbed at him but Remy quickly turned him around and amazingly threw him over his shoulder. Remy might have been sick, broken and extremely exhausted, but he wasn't about to let them stop him. Entering the kitchen and pulling open a drawer, Remy grabbed a knife, pausing for a moment the knife shaking in his hand, he didn't hear the people yell at him to stop as he ran the sharp blade across his wrists.
Logan was the first to grab the knife and throw it across the counter grabbing a dish towel he quickly approached Remy and tried to wrap the towel around his bleeding wrists to try and stop the blood as it gushed out, but Remy only pushed him away, "What da hell are ya doing isn't dis what ya fucken wanted…me ta die…" Remy seethed through clenched teeth. As Scott slowly approached his left side, Bobby went for his right Jean and Rogue stayed at the door.
"Are you crazy…" Scott yelled as he lunged forward Remy stepped back, grabbed Scott by the back of his neck and slammed the man's head against the fridge, "Fuck…ow…" Scott groaned as he massaged his forehead, and looked back at the glaring Cajun who was now on the defensive, "We don't want you to die…" Scott yelled. A few others who had just entered the kitchen approached about ready to try and tackle the thief to the ground but Scott motioned for them to back off.
Remy was now extremely pale and breathed heavily as he eyed them all a huge puddle of blood circling his boots, he leaned against the fridge shacking violently as he began to swerve around starting to lose balance, "Aheh…dat's hard ta believe…" he chuckled softly, "Bullshit…ya'll forget Remy be an empath…" he growled eyeing every single one of them, "I can feel it pourin' out of ya…ya'll reek of so much hate towards me it's making me sick…" he hissed as he dropped to one knee then let himself drop to the floor.
Seeing his chance Scott quickly kneeled down, Logan handed him one of the towels. Scott grabbed Remy's left wrist and had managed to wrap the towel around it while Jean had her hands wrapped around his right applying as much pressure to the wound as she could manage. As Logan grabbed a few more towels and gave them to her. Remy was now exhausted and couldn't fight back. At that moment Hank rushed into the room, "Out of my way…" he ordered pushing the students to the side, his eyes went wide at all the blood on the floor, "KURT…" he yelled out, "Get Kurt in here now…" he ordered. A few X-men rushed out of the room to go look for the blue mutant, suddenly smelling brimstone Hank grabbed Remy and turned to the man, "Get us to med-lab now…" he ordered.
Kurt nodded touching them both Jean grabbed Kurt's leg as the mutant teleported out of the kitchen, arriving to med-lab, Hank told Jean to get a few bags of blood he had collected from each mutant a little while back. He had them stored just in case of an emergency, Jean rushed out while he and Kurt laid a convulsing Remy on one of the beds. "Don' bo-ther Doc…appare-ntly I ai-n't wort-h savin'…" Remy mumbled then started coughing, and gasped for breath.
Charles arrived moments later a frown on his face, "Hank?"
"Not now…" Hank growled as he wrapped another bandage around a shaking wrist, throwing the blood soaked ones in a metal tray beside the bed, Kurt had backed away and just stood in a corner. Jean was in the lab fumbling with the bags of blood trying to find the ones that were Remy's type. Freaking out knowing that if she didn't hurry up Remy would die. Finding the bags she rushed into the medical bay and hung them on one of the poles, Hank quickly injected the IV in Remy's arm hoping that they weren't too late.
XxXxX
Three days later Remy's eyes slowly opened, looking around he frowned as he noticed Rogue sitting by his side her eyes glued to the hand she was holding in her gloved one. His eyes narrowed as he jerked his hand free, Rogue gasped as she looked up and smiled breathing a sigh of relief. "Remy…you're okay…" she whispered standing, her right gloved hand reaching out to lay on his left cheek.
"Don' touch me…" he hissed as he jerked his head back to get away from her hand.
"Re…"
"Get out…" he cut her off.
Hearing Rogue as she sounded a bit in a panic, Hank peeked in the room his eyes widened, "Remy…" he whispered as he approached. "You had us scared there for the last few days…we were a bit worried that we'd lost you…" he sighed as he checked his vitals on the monitors.
Remy still had his eyes locked on Rogue who wouldn't take the hint, "How fucken hard is it ta understand…it's just two words chère…GET-OUT…" he growled.
Hank quirked an eyebrow as he turned to Rogue, "Rogue perhaps you should step outside…" he asked gently nudging her towards the door. When they had left the room Remy groaned as he lifted the blanket to his chin wincing at the pain he felt in his arms and turned to lie on his right side, squeezing his eyes shut wishing that when he'd open them he'd be someplace else.
Hearing the door as it hissed open he could feel Hank's disappointment as he stood at the door. Slowly shaking his head Hank entered the room and checked the machines hooked up to the Cajun, Hank then looked back as he heard someone enter he then sat down beside Remy and took a deep breath as he talked to the thief's back, "Do you remember what happened three days ago?" Remy didn't move but had opened his eyes, "When I was trying to save you, you told me not too…that you weren't worth saving…Why did you say that?" he asked, Remy still didn't answer, he just stared at the other beds in the room. "How could you think that you aren't worth living…you're here now, you're being cared for…"
Remy snorted as he cut him off, "Don' matter how ya say it I can still feel it…I used to not give a shit…but now it's just pissin me off…I was nothing but street trash growin up…til I met one man that cared fo me, loved me…then I was cast out for defendin myself against our enemy…then Sinister…" he hissed quickly changing the subject he didn't want to remember that asshole, "I come here wit ya promise ta try and start over…and ya'll do da same shit…I've had it…can't trust anyone anymore ya always wind up being betrayed in da end, so fuck ya principles, ya ideas fo da greater good and fuck da X-men…Jus leave me da hell alone so I can shrivel up an die in peace somewhere…" he whispered pulling the blanket tighter around him and closed his eyes.
Hank laid a comforting hand on Remy's left shoulder but Remy jerked it forward signaling that he did not want to be bothered, Hank then turned to Charles and Logan who were standing by the door listening to the conversation, Charles frowned as he signaled for Hank to follow him into the lab where they could talk.
Logan looked in the room then quickly walked up to Hank, "Can he be trusted alone Hank…I mean…"
Hank put his hands in his coat pockets as he cut the man off, "I don't think he's suicidal…I think he just cut himself to prove a point…"
"A point…of what that he can bleed like the rest of us?" Logan growled as he eyed the door.
"He's tired…of everything…" Hank continued, "From what he just said, I deduced that he was brought up in a very hostile environment…untrusting, uncaring towards anyone that crossed his path…that is until he met that man that loved him, I presume him to be his adoptive father." Charles and Logan both quirked an eyebrow in interest at how the doctor would know this since Remy never talked about his past life, seeing this Hank smiled and explained, "That little hint of information slipped his tongue one day as I was treating a sprained ankle he had during a danger room session last year…" he smirked, "He actually smiled when he thought of him. He also quickly changed the subject when he became aware of what he had just said. That small time that he had with the man…he must have been happy. Then that happiness was taken away from him replaced with Sinister, only god knows what that man has done to our little thief…" Hank sighed as he looked at the floor.
"Right…Then he comes here hoping to start over, and when he seems alright we screw with him…" Logan took a breath as he leaned against a counter, "Ya think we're monsters Chuck?" he whispered.
Charles looked up, "Perhaps…His faith in anything obviously has been destroyed…The question is how do we repair the damage we've done?"
Logan smirked as an idea popped in his head, "In other words how do we get the old Gambit back?"
Hank sighed, "I don't think that would be possible, as he said he's been betrayed so many times, he won't trust anyone anymore…and I'm afraid that the moment he's able on that day he'll disappear from this mansion and wallow away in his sorrow somewhere…" Hank breathed, "I can't allow him to go through that…he's been through so much already…"
"I quite agree Hank, but what can we do?" Charles asked.
Logan snorted and stood up, "I'll tell ya what we'll do, he used ta get his kicks in messin' with the others, ya know getting a good laugh, annoy the hell out of Scott, Bobby, Kurt…everyone. I say we turn the tables on Gumbo…" Logan eyed Hank quickly cutting him off knowing what he was about to protest about. "We wouldn't do anything to physically hurt him, just get him ta start fighting back, you know ta get even…give him something ta do, get his confidence back, no one can top when he somehow took all of Cyke's furniture as well as Cyke himself and relocated the guy on the roof while the man was still sleeping…the look on Scott's face was priceless, that was the funniest thing anyone had ever seen, Scott climbing down the side of the mansion wrapped in nothing but a sheet…" Logan smirked wickedly at the small smiles on the men's faces as they remembered that day.
XxX Flashback XxX
Scott had taken to sleeping naked on those hot summer nights, and had forgotten that he wasn't wearing anything when he woke up groggily one night to go to the bathroom, at that time Remy who was suffering from insomnia was walking down the hallway, shuffling his cards, not paying much attention to where he was going he had managed to bump into Scott as he came out of his room, Remy quickly looked away and pushed Scott back in his room, Scott fell to the floor with a loud thump, "Put some fricken clothes on damn homme…" he frowned, and walked away a smirk gracing his lips as an idea popped in the clever little thief's head as to punish Scott in making the Cajun's eyes suffer in that way…After finding himself on the roof early one morning, a gang of students standing on the lawn watching and snickering as Scott turned beet red. Seeing where he was with well no clothes on scrambling to the edge of the roof with the sheet wrapped tightly around himself…anyways naked Scott was never again seen strolling down the halls without any clothes on.
XxX End Flashback XxX
Logan chuckled, "Like I said…let's get the old Gambit back…"
Not hearing any movement within Remy's room, Hank frowned a bit and decided to go check on his patient, he gave a small smile as Remy was now sleeping soundly. Taking out another blanket he laid it on the Cajun, then after making sure that Remy hadn't ripped open his stitches Hank silently left the room. "How exactly do you plan on achieving this, I'm fairly sure Remy will not want to participate in your little plot…and what of Rogue and the few others who are not too pleased that Remy is even here?"
Logan shrugged, "They have a problem with it, they'll have to deal with me…"
"I hope you have a lot of patience Logan, Rogue was here earlier, and when Remy saw her he was furious…" Hank sighed as he scratched his chin.
Logan smirked, "I'll think of something…how long until he can leave this place?"
"A few days…he's sleeping at the moment…"
"Good that'll give me a little time to set things up and maybe gather a few trusted recruits…"
"Recruits?" Charles asked lifting an eyebrow.
"A few of da kids, Scott and a few others…" Logan chuckled "I got one of the kid's in mind…haven't decided yet still working on the details."
Charles frowned, "I'm not too sure about this what if it backfires…it might make Remy dig deeper in his little hole and we might lose him more then we have now."
"What else can we do…he hates us now, he just cut himself…like Hank said one day we'll wake up and he won't be here, he'll have slipped out without us knowing and he might hurt himself or something worse I don't know, damnit…" he growled, "We can't just do nothing, if he really didn't have anything to do with the slaughter…" he paused and shook his head, "We played a part in fucking him up…we gotta at least try and fix him…"
XxXxX
Two days later Remy was extremely annoyed with the happy thoughts coursing throughout med-lab and so he got out of bed, quickly got dressed in the clean clothes Jean had brought him yesterday, and walked out of med-lab not even bothering to turn as Hank quickly made his way to him, "Remy…I told you I'd take the IV's out of your arms…since every time I put them on you always rip them out and injure yourself even more…" he scolded turning Remy around examining his arms and wrists.
Remy rolled his eyes, "Does it look like Remy gives a shit…" he drawled jerking his arms free and pushed the button for the elevator.
Hank sighed and shook his head, "Remy please we only want to help you get better…"
"Is dat what ya'll are doing…" Remy snorted as he crossed his arms and looked at the doors as they opened, "Ya want ta help me Hank…tell Xavier ta let me go…" he growled, as he entered the elevator, Hank sighed as he watched the doors close and returned to his lab, informing the Professor that Remy was now heading upstairs.
XxXxX
Remy quickly made his way to his old room and grumbled when he opened the door as he noticed half the room was decorated with posters and junk was hanging from the walls, apparently now he had a roommate, heading for the closet to his left he swiftly opened the door spotting a box, kneeling down he opened and looked through the few possessions of his that were carelessly stored away.
Whoever had cleaned up the room when Remy was thought dead didn't know where to send the thief's belongings so they stayed in the closet. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes Remy took out one of the white tubes and held it to his lips. He then froze as he turned hearing the door open and some punk kid entered the room, Remy glared at the teen then smirked inwardly as the teen jumped when he noticed the Cajun. Slowly standing Remy put on his trench coat and checked the pockets, 'Cards, lock picks, Bo staff, sunglasses and…' he looked at the cigarette pack in his left hand and with a smirk put them within his coat and made his way towards the window, "Hi…" he heard, "Shit you scared the hell out of me…" the teen chuckled, "I'm Hayden…" he spoke up with a small smile.
Remy sighed as he slowly turned to the blue haired teen, "Gambit…" he introduced with a mock bow and a smile of his own, then stood up straight the smile disappearing. "Now go fuck yaself…" he muttered and was about to open the window intent on climbing up to the roof. Remy suddenly found himself gasping for breath and fell to his knees, dropping the unlit cigarette to the floor, Remy then looked towards Hayden who had a small smile on his face which slowly turned into a look of confusion, Remy quickly palmed three cards, grimaced as he charged and threw them at the teen, Hayden's eyes widened as he ducked when the cards flew past him and blew up the door behind the teen showering him with chunks of wood. "Nice…lit-tle…trick…ya…fuck…" Remy gasped breathing heavily. Grabbing the dropped cigarette he slowly stood massaging his throat, "Do dat…again…and I'll break ya…neck understand me?" Remy growled.
"Sorry I just don't like people being rude to me…jeez…I wasn't trying to kill you or anything…" Hayden defended himself.
"Yeah like-you'd be ab-le…" Remy hissed as he started coughing.
"What I just make people pass out relax already…" he groaned as he surveyed the room and chuckled softly. "Professor's not gonna be too happy that ya blew up the door." Hayden grinned as he stood and brushed what remained of the door off him.
"Pass out…by makin' dem stop breathing!" Remy ground out, "What da hell is wrong wit ya…oh nevah mind of course…" Remy sighed as he closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, "Well dat's a new way ta try and kill me…give me a roommate dat can suffocate me in da middle of da night…Nice one Xavier…" Remy growled as he roughly opened the window.
Hayden turned and looked at the auburn haired, red on black eyed mutant before him, "Wait you're my roommate?" he asked a bit surprised.
Remy glared, "Well dis be my old room, ya little prick…" then climbed out of the window.
"Whoa where the hell are you going, the door's this way…" Hayden yelled out rushing to the window about ready to grab the Cajun and pull him back in, thinking he was going to jump or something.
Remy held on to the window's top frame with the back of his hand against the wall preventing him from falling backwards and kneeled down looking at the teen, "Getting away from you what's it look like?" he answered as he turned and with a small groan as well as a lot of difficulty climbed up and disappeared onto the roof.
Hayden sighed angrily, "Why'd the Professor have to pair me up with a psycho?" he muttered as he looked out of the window, to make sure his roommate wasn't going to jump down or something. Hayden then turned to the voice he heard within his room.
"Well I see ya met ya new buddy?" Logan smirked as he looked at the remains of what used to be a door.
"The guy just…"
"Climbed up the window…yeah I know he does that a lot." Logan answered looking in the room "…so what did ya do or say ta piss him off?" Logan asked crossing his arms.
"Nothing too serious I introduced myself, he did the same then told me ta go fuck myself, so I figured you're going to be an asshole I should be one too and wanted to set a few things straight so I kinda used my powers to try and get him to turn towards me and…"
Logan sighed as he narrowed his eyes, "Oh god you didn't…"
"What…after I did he threw glowing cards at me which blew up the door…"
"Damnit I knew I forgot to do something…I should have warned ya first…Remy's…"
Hayden frowned at the name, "Who?"
Logan rolled his eyes, "The guy who nearly blew your head off. His real name's Remy LeBeau…anyway he has pneumonia and it's kinda bad, so don't use your powers when you're near him…"
Hayden quirked an eyebrow and drawled, "Well that could have been useful information, jeez…" he frowned crossing his arms, "Pneumonia hun…well if he has that why the hell did he have a cigarette dangling from his mouth when I came in…"
"He what…that little bastard…" Logan growled as he walked to the window and climbed out to the roof.
"Why doesn't anybody use fricken doors around here?" Hayden yelled out.
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