Whee! Another chapter!
Sorry for not getting this out sooner, I had homework and prelims and exams and now I'm in sixth year.
Stupid school getting in the way of fanfiction. They even blocked the site!
Chapter Song
Well, you've had the kind of lovers that'll let you down,
Promise you forever and just walk out,
The kind that leave you lonely only holdin' onto goodbye
But you're gonna find:
I'm the other kind.
The Other Kind - Jace Everett
"Yah've got five minutes."
Five minutes to prove his love… Not exactly easy when you were dealing with the world's most difficult and stubborn woman… Wait. Add that previous statement to the already extensive list of reasons he loved her.
They walked off to a quiet corner, out the way of the other people in the room and she turned to face him.
"Talk," she demanded sourly, crossing her arms and glaring at his chiselled features, "Because in case yahr insignificant, little brain forgot: that was Irene's funeral – mah momma's funeral – an' ah'm not in thah best of moods thanks tah that."
"Look, chere, I don' even t'ink dere's words t' describe how I feel about y'. Ouais, I made a stupid mistake in not tellin' y' about y're pere mais de only reason I did dat was dat I didn' wanna lose y'! He called m', dat mornin' I made y' breakfast, an' I tol' him I hadn't foun' y' b'cause I wanted t' be wit' y'. I chose between de money an' m' heart an' I chose y'. I love y', chere. More dan anyt'ing in dis worl' an' I don' wanna lose y'."
Rogue stared at him for a solid minute as she processed this information. "How do ah know yah won't betray meh later?"
"Y' don'. Y'll jus' have t' trus' m'."
"Ah've trusted evereh guy ah've ever dated; an' evereh time they've hurt meh."
"Look, chere, I've only ever told one ot'er femme dat I love her an' she threw de ring back in m' face. Relationships are a leap o' fait', chere, mebbe it's time y' jumped."
Rogue considered him for a moment, looking deep into his strange eyes before glancing away in a fit of shyness, then reached up and kissed him chastely, like they were in high school on their first date. He gazed into her eyes and kissed her once more, passionately pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly. When they broke apart, she was crying. He gathered her gently to his chest and simply stood there as she stained his shirt with her tears. To him, it was the defining moment in his life.
-X-O-X-
Naturally, when her family found he was the one who hurt her and had her crying for days on end, they weren't the most hospitable of people. However, after a the few days they spent there, poring over old photos and home videos, they grudgingly accepted how they were in love, how they were so perfectly synchronised and how Anna seemed so alive around him, and so – when they waved them off at the airport, there were only threats of bodily harm, rather than murder.
Remy was musing this as Rogue dozed against his shoulder on the flight back to Mississippi. He was going to take his own advice: relationships were a leap of faith, it was time he jumped. And jump he did, he thought, he'd chosen his path and he would have all those perfect little fantasies. His fantasies of marriage and children, of course, they hadn't slept together – well, they'd shared a bed, but not bodies – since their fight. Somehow, he couldn't help but think it was the reason she'd reacted so negatively to his confession about knowing who her father was: the fact that she was still so vulnerable and it seemed as though he had taken advantage of her. Dieu, he felt like scum, now.
-X-O-X-
Ever since they'd arrived back from Germany, Remy had been acting oddly. He hadn't made any sort of moves on her since they'd reconciled after the funeral. She'd assumed that it was because they were staying with her family and that he would have found it weird to sleep with her when they could hear them, but she'd assumed, or rather, hoped, that he would be his usual, orgasmically-incredible-in-bed self and keep her locked in her apartment and (she was really hoping now) tied to her bed.
Why did she suddenly have a gutter-mind?
Sitting at the bar, sipping on a vodka martini, she was suddenly approached by a well-dressed couple.
"Do y' know where we can find Remy LeBeau?" the man, who was going slightly bald, asked.
"He should be here in a couple of minutes," Anna replied, regarding them carefully, "Why?"
"Jus'–" the man was cut off by the blonde woman beside him suddenly shouting, "Remy! Remy!"
The way her boyfriend's eyes lit up at the sight of the woman made Anna's heart sink. Could this be Bella Donna? Could she want him back or something? Instead, she was shocked at how Remy embraced the two very tightly and laughed.
"Mon Dieu, Henri, Mercy? What're y' doin' here?"
"Came t' see y', petit frère, what did y' t'ink we were doin'?"
"Yah're his brother?" Anna suddenly asked, "He's never mentioned yah."
Mercy shot an accusing glare at Remy. "Did y', now?"
Remy looked a little annoyed. "Merde, knew I'd f'gotten someone. Anna, dis is mon frère, Henri, an' his belle wife, Mercy. Henri, Mercy, dis is Anna-Marie, de love o' m' life."
They shook hands and went to get a table together.
"So what do y' do, Anna?" Mercy asked.
"Ah sing. Here."
No one noticed how Henri was suddenly very interested in her.
"Ah, I'm a designer. Actually, dat dress y're wearin' is belle. Don't t'ink I've seen it befo'. Whose is it?"
"Really? Wow! Yah know, mah friend, Kitty, really wants tah work in fashion. She can't really catch a break, though. This is one of hers."
"Wouldn' mind meetin' her. She's got a good eye. Henri's a–"
"Anna, you're up," Scott suddenly called from the piano.
Anna apologised to her companions and hurried over to the stage. As she began her set, Henri's eyes practically bugged out of his skull.
"Tell me dat fille doesn't have a deal," he turned to Remy, practically begging.
"Like a record deal? Non. She's stuck here. De las' fille dey had – Ali Blaire, I t'ink – got signed wit' Longshot Records, Anna got her job here."
Henri was very quiet after that.
-X-O-X-
Anna took her bow after the set and stepped back down, making way for a jazz band booked for that night – Spyke and the Morlocks.
Henri immediately jumped on the opportunity. "Anna, I own a record company. Not big but everyone we've had has been très successful. I want t' sign y'. Y' got talent and y' could be encroyable!"
Anna regarded him carefully, not entirely sure she could trust him. It was at that moment Kitty barged over and dragged her away.
"Do you have any idea who they are?" she whispered excitedly, "That's Henri and Mercy LeBeau! They're, like, totally famous! He's got this record company – they signed Lila Cheney – and Mercy's, like, my hero! She's totally brilliant! All her designs are–"
Anna cut her off by dragging her back to the table. "Mercy, this is Kitty, the one who made my dress."
Mercy immediately took Kitty over to the side and they began talking. It wasn't long before Kitty's squeal broke the sound barrier as Mercy asked her to come and work with her.
It was at that moment Anna was decided on the matter. "Ah'll do it. Ah'll sign with yah."
Henri laughed ecstatically and hugged her, telling her and Remy to come to the hotel he and Mercy were staying in so he could draw up a contract.
Things were finally looking up.
-X-O-X-
Anna and Remy had gone out for lunch after signing the contract. While Henri had been drawing it up, Mercy had told embarrassing stories about the brothers' childhoods. Remy and Henri retaliated with stories about the things Mercy had done to get Henri's attention.
"Rem... Ah wanna meet him," Anna said suddenly as they ate.
"Y're père?"
"Yeah. Do... Do yah think yah could call him an' tell him yah found meh?
"'Course, chère."
Within a day, they had booked tickets to New York and called to let Logan know what was happening.
It was gonna be some family reunion...
Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry! I've been so busy with other stuff – mainly Sims – that I've not updated in forever! I'm soooooo sorry!
I promise I won't take so long with the next chapter.
Please don't think I'm dead!