Author's Note: Oh shoot me! Shoot me! Well actually, don't. I'm trying… I am… no more excuses…
Disclaimer: These characters and so forth, universe type stuff, belong to Marvel. I am simply using them to help increase and maintain the interest of the fans in this genre so that they do not stop caring about comics as we wait through the long time periods when nothing happens with the characters we like. So really… don't sue me? And of course, none of the situations depicted here… are actually… ermm… Marvel's intention or doing… in other words folks.. it's Fanfiction. Oh my. Whatever shall we do?
Poison
By: Dark Elf
Arms crossed, Logan tapped his finger impatiently in the crook of his elbow. Now he remembered why he liked action. The 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' of busting down a door or beating down his enemy could never compare to this … waiting. But what else was he going to do? Confront Rogue? A girl who for the past few days had acted like nothing unusual had happened, or was happening? No. He was playing this game solely against him. Against a snake, and he had to watch his step… Logan began tapping his foot… you only noticed poison when your body was already convulsing in its final death shudders.
A bell rang for the third time in the hallways of Bayville High School.
Time for first period... Time for first period? Remy sighed. When y' think it finally ends… non, it has barely begun.
Flicking his cigarette carelessly on the ground Remy, face drawn into a frown, trudged his way towards the school building. Nineteen. He was nineteen- out of high school- graduation diploma in hand, despite the doubts of his family… ah the wonders of electronic tampering… and now… he was back again. It was supposed to be easier the second time around. Especially when it was all an act. When it didn't matter.
Remy slinked his way in through the doors and around the hallway.
But no. He had ridden in on his bike, all style, good looks, and manners… well minus the manners… and the first thing… the first thing to welcome him back were the taunting voices of jocks who thought taking down a man on a football field compared to taking down a man in real life.
"Yo' douche bag!-" Unmistakable snickering. "Yea you-"Remy turned his head to look.
A louder snicker engulfed the crowd of jocks as they came nearer.
"Ah look- little boy needs sunglasses too. What with his bike and all, he just might be somebody."
Remy slung himself off the bike, pulled out a cigarette, flipped his lighter and cocked his head at them - a fluid movement that caused them to back away a little. Lowering his head to light his cigarette, Remy muttered.
"Y' jealous, boys?" Remy nodded his head at them, as a dangerous smile plastered itself on his face. "Remy don't mind lending y' his bike… o' course not… dat's de least a fella' can do … especially for dose who obviously need sometin' 'tween deir legs desperately, neh?"
Silence enveloped them for a second. Remy could practically see the wheels turning in their heads as they slowly realized-
"Fuck that bitch! You just watch yourself- ain't no one going to help you out when we get our hands on you!"
Remy shrugged his shoulders.
Watching them walk off into the school he let out a low laugh.
"Y' can try."
Finding his locker he opened it with a quick spin of the lock and a smooth flick of the wrist. He pulled out a textbook… looked at it quizzically…
Oh yea. First period. First… hmm… was dat French? Literature? Art? Or European History again?
Pulling out his books onto the floor Remy sat down in a huff next to them. He tried to remember what the schedule he had thrown away had said. Sitting and contemplating, Remy almost didn't notice the shadow that fell over him.
"Mah guess is yah 'ave French first."
Remy twisted his head up, grinning like a cat.
"Ah chere- will po' Remy here 'ave de pleasure o' bein' graced by y' presence in-"
Rogue smirked at him.
"Yah'd lahk that wouldn't yah, swamp rat?"
Remy batted his eyes at her.
"Can y' blame dis Cajun, eh?"
"No point tah. Yah ain't havin' the honor, the pleasure, or the joy-" A small piece of crumpled paper hit him dead between the eyes. "Yah ain't so good a shot, Cajun. Ah found it next tah the trashcan this morning."
Remy stared at her in mock horror, grasping his chest and falling flat on his back good-naturedly.
"Ah- y' wound me, petite."
She nodded her head, a mocking smile gracing her lips.
"Rule number one, two, and three Cajun. Yah might wanna take notes. Get yah ass off the floor, get those shades off yah face, learn yah schedule, and oh yea- rule four-"
Rogue ticked off each piece of 'friendly' advice on her gloved fingers as she spoke.
"-Don't be late for class."
With that she spun on her heels and left him staring at the ceiling while folding and unfolding his crinkled schedule in his hands.
Swiftly removing his sunglasses and standing up, Remy watched her retreating figure with mirth reflecting in his unnaturally deep brown eyes.
Gathering himself up, along with his books, Remy couldn't help a genuine smile…high school might not be so bad the second time around.
A bell rang- echoing down the now empty hallway.
A startled shout intermingled with the shrill sounding bell, as a locker slammed shut.
"Damn it!"
"Remeh Leblue?"
Silence.
"Remeh Leblue? Has anyone seen Mr. Leblue-"
The door to the classroom was suddenly filled with the frame of a lanky young man as he yanked it open.
"Remy Lebeau here." Remy stressed the sound of his name as he caught his breath.
"Ah Mr. Leblue, good of you to join us. You may take a seat."
"It's Lebeau-"
The teacher eyed him warily.
"I'm not going to mark you tardy because it's your first day here, Lebowa. Now take your seat."
Remy shut his eyes for a quick second, then put on his movie star smile, shut the door and took his seat.
Next time y' gotta remember to change y' name Remy.
"Here you can borrow my notes. And oh don't mind Mrs. McAllen there- she's, not good with names."
Remy turned to face the male voice that spoke to him.
Well. Won't this be an interesting turn of events…
The poster child of America smiled widely as he passed Remy his class notes.
"I'm Scott Where are you from?"
Remy banged his head on his desk- or at least he did so mentally.
Kill me… Kill me now.
"Born in Mississippi, but spent recent time in Nawlins."
"Oh."
Remy watched Scott impatiently.
"Ermm, so you liking Bayville so far? It's not much but-"
"Liking it just fine."
Scott scratched his head, stole a careless glance at the teacher, and turned back to Remy.
"You have much experience with French before? Mrs. McAllen isn't that hard of a teacher, I'm sure you'll do fine- but if you ever need any help-"
"Speak it fluently."
"Oh."
Scott pursed his lips, reached into his book bag and pulled out a pencil. Obviously trying to buy some time as he rethought how to engage the new student in conversation.
A small rectangular piece of paper fell out of it and floated down to landed at Remy's feet.
Remy bent over and delicately picked up between his thumb and forefinger. About to hand it back to Scott, a small image of a girl with a shock of white hair in it caught his eye. He layed out the photograph on his desk and looked at intently. Rogue. Remy looked at the picture and frowned inwardly. Rogue, that funny beast fellow, that red headed spook, Wheels, His Goddess, and a few more other kids were grinning back at him off the flat piece of paper.
"These y' friends?"
"Yea. Of course. We all live in a boarding house not too far from here."
Remy looked at Scott again.
OH.
Well. Honest mistake. He does look different in regular clothes and red sunglasses instead of spandex and a visor.
Remy suddenly became all smiles.
Mhm. Remy, Remy. Y' are an idiot.
"Ah. Scott- Scott… didn't catch y' last name-"
"Summers…"
"Of course. Summers." Remy ran the name along his lips as if tasting it. "You know, Remy's gotta deal for y'- he helps y' wit' de French, y' show him round dis school, neh?"
Scott immediately beamed. Remy clenched his fists beneath his desk- he loved making new friends.
"That's fine with me! Though, hey, is it a Cajun thing to refer to yourself in third person?"
Remy nails raked into his flesh.
It was going to be a long day.
Scott immediately beamed.
In a very childish way he wanted to get up and shout, 'hey the new kid's my friend', place his hands upon his hips and fly. Or something like that.
Remy had just emitted an aura of cool self-assuredness when he first walked in.
Scott knew that all the girls had gazed at him longingly. All the guys had wanted to be him.
Long hair chestnut hair, pulled back casually, a perfectly tanned complexion, lanky but in a lean muscular way, and a sense of style that had caused most of the girls to look twice. To be friends with that- well, Scott suddenly imagined his senior year looking just a little better.
Sure there were things about the kid that he probably wouldn't like. The ones like him were cool for more reasons than style- things they did… but Scott could ignore that. He could pretend it was hypocritical of him to make friends with what he couldn't stand. And of course, maybe the rest of the X-Men would think he was loosening up a bit and pay him a little bit more of respect as a leader and a friend.
Plus, there was something so familiar about Remy.
If Scott could only get to know him better, maybe he could remember.
And in the mean time-
Scott began once more making conversation with Remy, this time it flowed much more easily.
In the mean time, he'd just reap the benefits.
Remy nodded once more at Scott. Pretending. Always pretending.
Yes, Scott. I am most terribly interested in your story about the time when you got a speeding ticket.
Why yes, Scott. You are so cool, with the way you pine after that red head.
Of course, Scott. The red sunglasses. Why I understand perfectly- sensitive eyes and all.
Remy scoffed.
Scott raised an eyebrow and Remy pretended he was just coughing. Asking him to continue on with whatever topic they had been on last. Remy could hardly remember.
But, here was his way in and he couldn't let it go. Not because of boredom. Or dislike. Or the feeling that he was going to throw up any second now as he responded correctly to all of Scott's stories and comments. Remy knew that the Wolverine would be waiting for him to make a move with Rogue.
Easy though.
Easy.
If he just played it right.
He'd come in from behind.
It'd be checkmate before any of them knew it.
Rogue looked around the lunchroom- trying to act as if she wasn't looking for someone. It was a bit hard for her to pass unnoticed though. People glanced at her for a bit too long as she passed by, and she knew that the whispering murmurs left in her wake somehow or another concerned her.
It was hard to pass unnoticed when this was the first time she had come to lunch all year.
"Hey! ROGUE! Over here!"
Rogue flinched.
"Kitty."
"Like get yourself o'er here- if you're not gonna eat you don't just have to stand there."
Katherine Pryde waved at her and indicated the seat next to her.
Pink. SO much PINK.
Rogue shuddered, hiding it with a smile, quickly making her way to Kitty.
"Thanks."
Taking her seat Rogue focused once more on the cafeteria doors. Kitty glanced at her for a second but didn't say anything. She started eating her pudding while listening to her friends talk- Rogue blocked them out. But faintly in the background she heard the distant discussion of whether a pink knit sweater or a white one would match best with someone's new purple skirt, and-
There he was.
Rogue felt a warm heat creeping up her neck as she saw him walk in.
It seemed every other girl in the cafeteria also saw him walk in, for there was a quick lowering of voices, than an excited twitter of higher pitched ones.
Remy glanced at her, and a wicked smile crept onto his face. She looked away quickly as their eyes met.
Rogue had no idea what had taken over her the other day. Or this morning for that matter. But, that swamp rat had another thing coming if he thought she was going to invite him over-
"Hey! SCOTT! Over here!"
Rogue blinked.
"Scott?"
Her mouth almost dropped open when she realized that next to Remy, looking quite smug and familiar stood none other than…Scott?
"Like get yourself o'er here- and bring your new friend!"
Katherine Pryde's voice floated over the quite roar of the rest of the students as Scott made his way towards them. A happy looking Remy trailing right behind.
"Hey Rogue." Scott sat right next to her, pulling out another seat for Remy. "It's nice to see you at lunch finally. Oh by the way, this is Remy. New student."
Rogue glared at Scott.
"Ah- Remy already had de pleasure o' meeting dis particular ray o' sunshine today-" Remy winked at her as a flush gathered on her cheeks.
"Rogue! Why didn't you say anything earlier!" Katherine twirled her hair around her fingers and scooted her chair closer to Remy's. "Like, ray of sunshine? You're too funny!" With that she gave him a small nudge on the shoulder and burst out laughing. Loudly. A bit too loudly.
However, even as Rogue's frown continued to grow, Remy's grin spread itself into a smile.
"Ah- Rogue. Y' friends, dey are so- unique. Y' a lucky lady."
Rogue gave him a once over and rolled her eyes.
"Whateveh, swamp rat. If yah wanna spend yah days hanging round with Abercromie and Fitch there – and there- yah might well do so. Ah'm outta here."
Remy leaned over and grabbed her wrist. His touch was soft and not demanding, it reminded her of the brush of a feather, but all of a sudden she felt rooted into place. Drowning in his eyes.
His eyes.
What a magnificent shade of brown –
She quickly shook her head. He was speaking to her.
"Rogue. Now, Rogue. Dey y' friends, neh? Y' friends, my friends, dere friends? Does it matter really? Now- aren't y' hungry?"
She nodded slightly.
"Eh, yea, o' course y' are- Stay right where y' are-"
Remy shot off towards the lunch line with a devious look.
"Geez, Rogue." Kitty whispered. "He doesn't know you like we do- like he might actually think you were serious when you said that-"
Ah was.
Rogue looked at Scott, then at Kitty.
"Yea- yah right Kitty. Course."
Rogue sat back quietly as Scott and Kitty proceeded to discuss the wonders of Remy.
"From the south, really?"
"Yea. He's been around it seems."
"What's his last name?"
"Lebeau- oh it was so funny in French class today-"
Remy plopped himself back down interrupting the incessant chattering.
Rogue's eyes widened as she saw the amount of food he had brought back. Balancing two trays delicately upon his hands, he clunked one down in front of her.
"Now Rogue. Y' ain't leavin' dis table till all dat's gone- right?" And with that Remy dug into his meal.
Rogue sighed and picked up her fork.
She twirled her food around a bit. Mashed Meat Surprise today. She wondered what the surprise could be. Maybe it was poison-
Kitty giggled and Scott grinned.
-Rogue took a bite of her food. She wouldn't be that lucky.
It was going to be a long day.
Response to Reviews:
cool-chick-rae: Oh I hope you like this chapter! It.. it was fun to write. And different than my usual style…but I hope the banter came across well. If not, you can blame the bunny on crack…he might have bitten me.
RoguesHeart: Thanks. I was worried about getting the characters OOC, as well as their history, just because this was the first fanfic I wrote and I wasn't sure if I knew enough of the characters to make it work. I'm so happy you like it!
Rogue4787: Oh. Dark. AND sexy. I'm… I'm so pleased right now. Sexy. Heehee. My, My. If I had read this a bit earlier I would have made the Remy in this chapter even more sensuous.. but I wanted to have a little fun today, throw in some humor. Hope you liked Rogue more in this chapter too- I tried to make her more, herself. And of course. Scott bashing. Who doesn't love that?
enchantedlight: I did update! And now I did it again! Heehee. I know I make you guys wait so horribly long- but… anyways. Hopefully this chapter made you laugh more as well!
Kitsu Lebeau: Hope you enjoyed this chapter too!
Yersi Fanel: Sinsiter is not after Gambit- he is just using him. Oh what I meant in the beginning was that once Sinister is done using Gambit, he plans to punish him for being so arrogant and independent. Hope you like any surprises that come up!
fenris-wolf: FINALLY DARK ELF HAS COME BACK TO FANFICTION? 'blushes'… well…heh heh. That's sooo cool. Reviews always make me so happy. Hahaha and I know how you feel about Rogue. Oiran? I have to go back and check it out once more- but if I reviewed it, then I probably might like it. Oh and I'm glad you liked this past chapter- I was worried about how I depicted Logan. Righty then- hope this one made you smile some.
Krac: AWWW! THANK YOU! ….I'm so happy now.
ishandahalf: you know, I never quite get your name. Is it: Is Hand A Half, or Is H and a Half, or I Sh and a Half, I Shand a Half… which doesn't make sense…or is it like a wizard, ishandahalf? Anyways, I'm happy you saw that I updated… and maybe you'll see I updated again… I know it's been a while… me bad fanfic author. Oops. Oh… I don't mean to be cruel! And I'm happy you find Logan silly- I tried making Remy a little more light hearted in this chapter… we'll see how that comes across. And this bunny on crack… well well… maybe he'll like the interaction between Remy and Rogue here a bit too. I like Rogue…she's so unsure of herself. But she's more independent in this chapter…and maybe they SHALL go get coffee in the near future. At least Remy was kind enough to get her a lunch. For his own purposes of course. But still. Ha.
Streetwise Girl: I always feel so bad when people are like, you updated! Cause I know, I know I should have updated much sooner- but as long as you still love it… heehee. Oh I'm sure you can write like me…It's taken me quite a while, and I don't even consider myself the best writer around here on … but just like I have those I admire…I'm happy you like my writing style. I tried to be a little more light hearted in this chapter…so hopefully I wrote it well too…and it wasn't awkward. I like writing angsty stuff…and I hope this chapter came across nicely.
FlamingCammi: I'm glad you like the plot! And trust me- Wolvie vs. Remy is still in the works… soon…soon…I just have to decide how….
Pookie Sanchez: Well this is what happened next. See I slowly weave my web around the characters… or at least Remy does. Soon enough he'll be inside that mansion, and all hell will break loose. Or something like that. Glad you like it!
Doo doo doo.
I tried to make this chapter funny.
Did I succeed?
We shall see.