The Bully's Match

Bib:

Sick of seeing his fellow team mates bullied, Scott looks to step in and stop the bullying. That is, if Remy doesn't beat him to it first.

Story:

Scott watched Kurt poof away from where he stood on the balcony, leaving Rogue and Kitty stood just outside the mansion entrance looking defeated. Both girl's sighed as they headed inside.

"Looks like Duncan's dim-witted brother's been at it again," Scott said in a huff.

"Scott, I know it's upsetting to see, but somethings are better left alone," Jean tried to say, placing her hand on her boyfriend's shoulder.

"Oh don't worry. I'm not going to do anything that will put Kurt or the other's in a worse position," Scott said, not even acknowledging Jean's touch.

Jean's hand fell from Scott's shoulder as she felt ignored and invisible again.

"Just give Kurt some space," Jean nearly hissed before taking off and leaving a slightly confused Scott behind.

Xxxxx

Scott hadn't been the only mutant resident to witnesses Kurt coming home, looking like he'd been dragged through the trenches.

Remy headed towards the mansion foyer as Rogue and Kitty entered. It looked like they had been talking at the bottom of the stairs and just finished their conversation as Remy began making his way down them. Kitty went to make her way towards the kitchen where Rogue went to move towards the stairs and head to her room.

"Chére," Remy said, reaching his hand out carefully to haut her. Their eyes met and it did bother Remy slightly that Rogue was hardly trying to mask how defeated she felt. She tried to force a small smile, a part of it looking genuine, but he knew her emotions didn't match her facial expression. "There be anyt'hin' I can do?" he found himself asking.

Rogue's small smile, slowly grew a little bit larger as she seemed to think of something to brighten her mood.

"That fried chicken you do would be nice in some of that spicy sauce?" Rogue said.

Remy forced a little smile himself, but on the inside, he was frowning even deeper. Fried chicken was Rogue's comfort food. She usually ate it for two reasons and he very highly doubted she was asking for it for the first reason.

"Your wish be mon command," Remy said, scooping Rogue's gloved hand up, bending over it and kissing the back of her hand.

The show he put on got a little sniffle of a laugh out of her before she pulled her hand away and continued to make her way to her room.

Xxxxx

Scott had stumbled upon Rogue and Remy's interaction. For some reason, he stayed where he was to watch them. Scott watched Rogue reach the top of the stairs where he was and go down the opposite corridor from him towards her room. His eyes fell down to view Remy, seeing him watch Rogue go until she was out of sight as well.

Their eyes locked for a second, neither really being able to tell the other's facial expression since Scott held a firm line along his lips and Remy had his poker face up. What did become apparent to Scott though was Remy was up to something.

Remy turned on his heel and headed towards the front doors of the mansion rather than towards the kitchen to make the fried chicken Rogue had asked for. This didn't sit right with Scott and he decided to follow the Cajun.

He didn't have to look too hard or far for him since Remy was stood leaning against a wall in the garage, waiting for him.

"Nothin' better t' do wit' your night then play détective?" Remy asked him.

"Whatever your up to, it isn't a good idea," Scott said, stopping in the open garage doorway and surveying the motors that all still looked cold.

Remy snorted at Scott's remark.

"And here comes de hero t' save de day, non? Sure you know who de real criminal is?" Remy asked him.

Scott's focus had landed on his red convertible. He knew what Jean had said to him before had most definitely been the logical thing, but there was something twisting inside Scott that made him just not care and almost certain he could get what he wanted without it all blowing up in his face. Reluctantly, he had a feeling that confidence was there because Remy was. He knew the Cajun was trouble and practically lived for the word to exsit, but, at the same time, because he knew that Gambit was so used to treeding in these messy waters, it made him all the more sure that they could do what they both wanted to do and get away with it. That is, if Remy shared the same feelings he was feeling.

Scott looked to Remy's face, hardly being able to tell what the thief's emotions were. But he reckoned his gut feeling wasn't wrong. He knew the Cajun cared for Rogue after all and didn't want to see her hurt and if someone she cared about was hurting, that made her hurt and Scott doubted Remy would stand for it.

Making his mind up, Scott pulled his keys out of his back pocket and pressed the button that would unlock his car. At the sound of the car doors unlocking, Scott said: "Get in," to Remy and the thief didn't need to be told twice.

Xxxxx

"Make sure you throw me down your dirties Carter!" shriked a voice that sounded fagily feminine.

"I will mom!" Carter yelled back as he stomped his way up the stairs and made his way into his bedroom.

Carter slammed his bedroom door behind him and reached out to turn his lamp on like usual. What wasn't usual was finding two men in his bedroom when the lights were turned on.

"What the heck! Summers?" Carter questioned.

Carter had seen Scott Summers around a few times when he'd been with his older brother, Duncan. Scott was leaning against his stack of draws while another person with creepy eyes sat in his desk chair with his feet up on his bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Carter demanded to know, balling his fists up at his sides.

Neither of the guys in his room made a move towards him, but he was still on guard and didn't trust them. Especially not when they had broke into his house.

"Following in your brother's footsteps, huh Carter?" Scott Summers asked.

"What's it to you?" Carter demanded to know, now remembering to take a stance so he wouldn't be knocked over as easily.

"Your brother was a bully and from the looks of it, so are you," Scott said while the other one kept quiet and just stared.

"My brother is great! He's off writing Bayville a good name when it comes to sports. Unlike you and your freaks Summers! Still fixing broken cars?" Carter asked, trying to halt Scott.

Carter took a step back as Scott stood up to his full height and folding his arms, looking impatient.

"Your gonna leave Kurt and all the other mutants that go to Bayville High alone. You and your gang of hooligans," Scott stated.

Carter snorted at that.

"Oh yeah? And who's gonna make me? You? Go on. Just try and touch me. Lay a finger on me and let's see how well your macho act will get you when your behind bars," Carter said, smirking at the idea of getting the guy who stole his brother's girlfriend locked up.

"He dun't have t' lay a finger on y'," said the other guy with the creepy eyes who still hadn't moved.

"Who's the creep with the devil eyes?" Carter asked, pointing in Remy's general direction.

Remy was unphased by Carter's comment.

"Your gonna stay away from de mutants or both you an' your frére are gonna be feelin' the after effects of what happens when you mess wit' us," Remy explained.

"Like I said before, you can't touch me," Carter smirked smugly, holding his arms out as if presenting himself to be attacked. "Do that and you'll both end up in jail."

"His frére as good a listener as dis one?" Remy asked Scott, glancing his way.

"Worse, actually. Although, they're pretty tide," Scott admitted.

Now, Remy began to move as he dropped his boot covered feet from Carter's bed.

"Look garçon, here's the deal. Y' an' your little buddies are gonna stay away from our amis an' if y' do, you an' your frére can ride off in t' de sunset at dat sports academy or whatever it is you be interested in attendin'," Remy said.

Carter scoffed at that.

"Come on, you really think I'm gonna take that threat seriously?" Carter asked.

"Long Island," Scott said to Remy as if to answer an unspoken question.

"Long Island, huh?" Remy said, running his fingertips through his goatee as if in thought. "I happen t' have a good ami myself at Long Island Université. Maybe I should give em a ring," Remy said, pulling out his phone and unlocking it.

Scott did notice what, or more who Remy had on the front of his phone as his screensaver. His eyebrow raised temporarily, but he brushed it off quickly, wondering why he expected anything different.

"Oh what? Am I supposed to be cowering in my boots right now? Or my brother? Is he supposed to be afraid of you?" Carter demanded to know.

Remy placed his phone on loud speaker as it began to ring.

"Remy? Been a while since I heard from you boy. Where've you been?" came the voice of a man on the other end of the phone.

Carter's lip trembled a little as he heard the voice of the man on the phone, but he quickly pulled himself together.

"I be around. Right now, I'm currently wit' one of your football stars y' been scountin'. Believe his frére already be wit' y' at dat big ole université of yours, non? Goes by de name Matthews. Duncan Matthews," Remy said, moving the phone slightly away from his lips so the man's response could be heard a little better by the room.

"Duncan? Oh yeah, right. He's one of the boys I'm coaching for the new season. Has a mean tackle on him, but a lazy right shoulder. You said his brother's there?" the coach asked.

"Oui," Remy said, his glowing red and black eyes now glancing up at Carter. "Y' wanna say 'ello?"

Remy then held the phone out towards Carter for him to take, only Carter, coming out of his shock, snorted and hit Remy's hand away that was offering him the phone.

"Please! Like I'd fall for one of your mutant friends disguising their voice as the coach's," Carter said.

"What'd he say? He thinks I'm someone else?" the coach asked, sounding rather confused boarding on irritated.

"Oui," Remy said, returning the phone closer to his mouth as he replied. "Y' gonna have t' forgive him Louie. He dun't believe we be acquainted. Fact is, there be somethin' happenin' back at his home. Somethin' that's gonna affect his whole family if the probléme don't get sorted right away. For dat t' happen, Duncan's gonna need t' return home for the week. Carter here though doesn't believe that's gonna be a possibility, but I told him I can make it happen. "

There was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"This is ridiculous!" Carter said, throwing his hands up in the air at the show the two mutants were putting on.

"Remy, we're halfway through training. Pullin' one of the kids out, even for family issues, it's gonna have an impact," the coach said.

"Oui, mais if anyone can make a miracle happen it be you, non? An' besides, don't y' have plenty of other hungry garçons kept on the side who be willin' t' take over de boy's place if he can't hack it?" Remy asked.

Again, there was another long pause where everyone in the room could tell the couch was debating the situation with heavy thought.

"I'll have him head home first thing tomorrow," the coach finally said.

"Brill! I be speakin' t' you soon," Remy said before ending the call and returning his phone to his coat pocket.

"If you can convince Duncan's coach to send him home for a week, then it's right to assume that you can also have him remove Duncan from the university all together and make sure that Carter's application doesn't even get a second glance, right?" Scott asked Remy.

"Oui, dat be right," Remy said, bringing his hands together in front of his chin as he rested them there.

"You two are so full of shit! You don't know the coach and Duncan's not coming home! Now you two better get the hell out of here now before I do call the cops and have you arrested," Carter threatened.

"Relax, we were going anyway," Scott said, following behind Remy who had now stood up and was heading towards Carter's bedroom window. "Oh, and when you do see Duncan tomorrow and you explain our social call, be sure to keep that bullheaded idiot under control. If anyone comes after us, then consider your scholarship down the drain and enjoy a life slaving away behind a grease cooker with your dad."

With that, Scott followed Remy out of the window and they made their way back to the mansion.

Xxxxx

The drive back to the mansion gave Scott some time to clear his head and also think about what could happen if things backfired on them.

"You really think Carter will get the message?" he asked Remy who was in the passenger seat besides him.

"Oui, an' if he doesn't then I'll be sure t' drill it home for both of de Matthew brothers t'morrow. Gotta say though, I'm surprised you even went along wit' dis," Remy said, his poker face remaining ever unchanging when it came to facing Scott.

"Yeah, well, I might not agree with everything you do, but I have a strong belief that when it comes to protecting the others, you'll make sure they stay safe," Scott said as he parked up his car in the mansion's garage.

"A wise assumption. Didn't know y' had such faith in moi," Remy said as he climbed out of Scott's car.

"Yeah, well Rogue helps with that," Scott explained, closing his open door after getting out of his car.

Remy glanced at Scott, wondering what he meant by that.

"By the way," Scott said as the pair walked into the mansion together. "Does Rogue know you have her photo as your screensaver?"

Scott watched Remy shrug his shoulders the tiniest bit before replying.

"I told her I was gotta use it. She agreed t' it 'fore I took it," Remy explained, leaving out the part where he was sure he thought Rogue assumed he'd just taken a video of her that day to add to his collection of home movies.

Scott raised his eyebrow at Remy, not completely believing the story he was hearing, but he decided to let it go. He figured it wasn't his fight to pick and after the night they'd had, he'd rather not have an argument with the guy he was counting on to come through with their threat against the Matthew brothers.

"Alright, but I'm just gonna say if she hasn't seen it, you might want to becareful of the wrath you'll get from her. Rogue's very particular when it comes to photographs of herself." Scott said, sharing his knowledge of Rogue and her reaction to photos taken without her say so.

"Oui, she worries she'll look fat on camera," Remy said, taking out his phone and glacing at the photo of Rogue who was glancing away from the camera a little while a bit of blush ran up her neck and a small, embarrised smile settled on her face. "All I see though be a belle femme."

Scott didn't know much French, but he gathered what it was Remy was saing about Rogue.

"You know, you might not be so bad after all," he said as they both entered the mansion foyer.

Remy chuckled at Scott's statement.

"Don't go gettin' soft on me now Summers," he replied.

Scott let his own wicked smile spread across his face.

"Oh I'm not and I'll kick your arse if you do anything to hurt her or any of the others," Scott threated.

"I believe y'," Remy said.

Both men turned their heads as they noticed they were no longer alone.

Rogue had reached the bottom of the stairs and was glancing between the two men with question.

"Am ah missin' somethin' here?" Rogue asked, wondering what had happened between the pair that had them both smirking when normally they were at each other's throats.

"Erm, we, errr," Scott stumbled for words as his hard man façade fell away at returning home.

"Can't two men have a conversation?" Remy asked Rogue, using humour to cover them.

Scott did feel like he wanted to glare at Remy for what he was intending to do, but at the same time, he gathered it was rather a good thing that they cover their tracks. He was sure no one in the mansion would really approve of what it was they had done tonight and Scott was happy not to the face the consequences for a little while longer.

"Ah didn't say that," Rogue said, raising her eyebrow at Remy.

From his tone, she guessed she wasn't going to learn why she had caught the pair smirking together. From Scott's nervous blush as well, she guessed it was best she didn't know. Besides, she did't really want to tread on anything if it meant they were both finally getting along.

"Kurt's doin' finah now by the way," Rogue said, more to Scott than Remy. "I know ya were a little worried about him before when he came home drenched."

"Yeah?" Scott asked, perking up to hear his friend was over the worst of Carter's bullying.

"Yeah. He's up in the wreckroom with a few of the other guys playing video games. Ah'm sure they've got room for one more if your interested," Rogue said, enjoying watching Scott smile.

More of them were needed after the day they had had at school.

"I best get up there then before anyone else takes that spot," Scott said, moving towards the stair case and heading up to the wreckroom, leaving Rogue and Remy alone in the foyer.

"So," Rogue said after Scott was gone. "You two are gettin' along then, huh?"

Remy shrugged his shoulders and let his head fall slightly to the side as he approached Rogue.

"Guess y' can say we found somethin' t' bond over," he confirmed.

Remy really couldn't help but wonder about what Scott had said earlier. About Rogue having a part in why he was being so leanate and trusting towards him. He wondered what Rogue had said to him to make him trust him.

"So," Rogue said, gaining his attention once again, especially when her eyes glanced down at the floor and the tell tale signs of a little blush crept up her neck. "Ah guess ah'm not gettin' that fried chicken tonight after all."

Remy's resting smirk turned into a full blown smile.

"La nuit still be young, chére. Come on, y' can keep moi company while I marinade de chicken," Remy said.

And with that, Remy and Rogue headed to the kitchen where the smell of crispy chicken would be smelt a little later on.