Commit It to Memory
Author: Aiyami Sakura
Words: 851
Chapter: Ready to Run
Disclaimer: I don't own, so no one needs to sue!
A/N: Thanks to roguey21 and damedesoleil for the reviews and to everyone else who added me to there alerts. The distances and times I used are from Albany, New York to Lula, MS. I'm from somewhere close to Lula (I've even been there before) so I kinda know what I will be talking about. The Rogue and Gambit I'm drawing from is a combination of all of their forms (comic, movie, and cartoon). Thank you for reading my too long author's note! Smooches!
Loading up the last of my essentials in my backpack, I made my way down the stairs as quietly as possible. I took no chances even though I knew I wouldn't be caught. The predawn hour saw that everyone was sleeping and I knew Logan would be in the Danger Room mid-simulation. My mind was locked up so tight from my training with the telepaths that I knew my thoughts would disturb no one but myself. This journey would be interesting with no one but myself and the voices that I had yet to rid myself of.
The plan was to make the nineteen hour trip from Bayville to Lula in one day. It had been years since I had been home. I probably never would've returned if I hadn't received that letter from Irene. It simply said Aunt Carrie was going to die soon. She wanted to see me one more time before she did. I knew it wasn't a trap. I knew because the minute I got that letter I high-tailed my ass out the mansion, found Irene, and damn near sucked her dry just to be sure. This was not a subject anybody should want to play with me about. When I saw that no one else was privy to her vision, I left her comatose to make sure no one would. I was still getting hazy visions of the future a week later but it was worth it. I didn't need to be followed home. Mississippi held more skeletons for me than a museum.
I made it out the kitchen door and around to the garage with no problems. I even got my bike out and down to the end of the drive. I should've known something was wrong when the skin on the back of my neck started to tingle. Should have known when I kept smelling cigarettes and cloves. I wanted to believe my mind was playing tricks on me so I pushed on until he spoke.
"Now Remy wonders where his cherie is headed to so early in the morning that she beat the sun. Maybe the need for nicotine is starting to play tricks on Remy's mind." At this moment I was damning to hell whoever had started him smoking. "You wanna tell me where you goin and why, or am I gonna have to drag your pretty little derrière back to the house to Monsieur Grincheux yourself?"
I had a few options here to consider:
a. I could try to get a glove off quick enough to knock Remy out and leave.
b. I could try to leave without knocking Remy out.
Or c. I could tell him what the hell was up and pray he went back inside and kept his mouth closed.
If I went with options a or b, that would create too much noise because Remy wouldn't go down without a fight. I was leaving no matter what so apparently I was going to have to fess up to the last person I would have wanted to. God I hate my luck sometimes. It took me all of five minutes to feel him in on what was going on with me as he stood quietly while I talked. When I finished, I took a deep breath and waited for him to say something. Anything was better than silence.
"Looks like we taking us a road trip," Remy said with a smile. Somehow I hadn't considered this as one of the possible outcomes. I was slightly terrified.
"No Cajun, I'm taking a road trip. You're gonna stay here and not make a peep about this."
"Oh yes, I think we are. See, Remy ain't been home in a good long while either and I been thinking it's bout time I put in a visit. It's only six hours from your destination. What better company could Remy ask for? Plus, this way I can make sure you get yourself right back here once this lil voyage be over with." The look in Remy's eyes was enough to let me know he wasn't going to take no for an answer. Sometimes I really hated this stubborn ass Cajun man.
"You got two minutes to get back up here with what you need and then I'm gone with or without you LeBeau."
Two minutes and thirty seconds later (I had to give the guy a little leeway) I started walking. Thirty seconds later and Remy was behind me pushing his bike with tightly packed saddle bags over his shoulder. Once we mad it through the gate and a little down the road we stopped to get our bags settled and on the bikes. Straddling my emerald green and black Ducati Streetfighter S, I looked to Remy as he was straddling his Harley Davidson Fat Boy LO.
"We riddin til at least one of us can't go no more."
"Fine by me Cherie."
Without anymore words, we simultaneously kick started our bikes and hit the highway. With over 12,000 miles of open road between us and Mississippi things were sure to get interesting.