New Beginning
By: Marina StormFire
X-Men: Evolution songfic
Summary: My own version of "Cajun Spice".
Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING… except my ideas and a stuffed dog. ^_^;;;
Chapter 3: Meeting Back-Up
It was only a simple matter of getting a couple boats- a motorboat and an inflatable, and not too much longer after acquiring both, did they set off through Blood Moon Bayou- hoping that the x-men wouldn't track them to the Assassin's headquarters. The two young mutants were silent as they went through the bayous, occasionally breaking the silence with small talk.
"A' this trouble and ah though y' didn't lahke y'r fahthah." Rogue murmured, hoping that the cajun manning the boat heard her. "I don't. Jus' 'cause some'ne adopts y', don' make 'em a parent." the cajun replied, his unusual colored eyes scanning the bayou foliage every so often. The words he'd spoken seemed to ring something inside the southern belle, as he watched her shoulders slump slightly. "Yeah..." he heard her say.
"Mystique?" he asked, and when he felt anger and resentment emanate off her, he knew he wasn't wrong. "y' mean it wasn't her motherly instincts dat led t' takin' y' in?" He heard the girl scoff.
"Le's jus' say tha' it was mah pahwers she wanted t' nurture."
Remy could understand where she came from all too well, feeling too, the same anger and resentment toward Jean-Luc, as she did toward Mystique. "Y' and I, we could write a book about it... been down the same roads."
Rogue half-turned to him then. "Diff'rence is, y'r tryin' t' SAVE y'r fahther. Tha's more'n ah did."
Feeling the need to change the subject Remy decided to ask about The Rogue's mysterious aquaintance.
"So, think y' can tell Gambit a li'l 'bout y'r 'eye in the sky', chere?" Remy asked, and saw the two-toned haired girl glance over her shoulder at him with an eyebrow raised… almost as if she were asking, 'are you serious?' He gave her a smooth grin, and saw her close her emerald eyes and sigh.
"Hawkeye. He's a mutant friend of mahne. He always looked after meh and watched mah back. We should prob'ly look forward to some back up when we get up t' th' Assassin's HQ. If Ah'm rahte, then the others'll prob'ly already know 'bout y'r fahther bein' held captive by the Assassins and seein' meh in town and helpin' ya out, they're gonna wanna help out too."
I cannot find a way to describe it
It's there inside; all I do is hide
I wish that it would just go away
What would you do, you do, if you knew
What would you do
Remy raised an eyebrow. "An' jus' how do y' know t'at?" he asked, skeptical. No one knew Thieves' Guild business, except the thieves. Anyone who stuck their nose into Thieves' Guild business could guarantee that they weren't going to live for very long.
Rogue didn't get a chance to answer his question, when she got a flash of memory seeing a water mine just up ahead. "Uh, veer to the rahght."
"Very nice." He complimented, as he took out some confetti and giving them a minor charge- enough to see through the murky bayou waters to see the water mine they were passing.
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
Rogue went back to Gambit's unanswered question. "Hawkeye's part of an underground informant group," she said, after another few minutes of silence. "the informants know ev'rythin' tha' goes on in any given majah city. Here, they prob'ly know ev'rythin' tha' goes on in y'r Thieves' Guild."
He was silent as he dodged the water mines that Rogue forewarned ahead of time. He never thought that an underground informant group would know anything. 'Jus' goes t' show t'at we don' know ev'ryt'in' t'ere is t' know.' The cajun thought to himself, wondering how The Rogue knew about these particular informants. "How'd' y' know 'bout t'ese informants?"
Rogue shook her head, as she saw another memory, leading to the Assassin's manor not much further ahead. "Can't answer tha' one at the moment, Swamp Rat. We're almost there." She pointed just ahead of them. "Head for those roots, it's th' only safe way. But they've got lookouts, so we gotta beh careful."
The cajun teen only grinned. "'S alright, chere. T'is boat's only a decoy," Pointing his thumb behind him at the inflatable boat attached to the motorboat. "we gotta get 'n de other in a couple seconds."
I feel like I am all alone
All by myself I need to get around it
My words are cold, I don't want them to hurt you
If I show you, I don't think you'd understand
Cause no one understands
Soon the mansion from the memory came into view. Remy signaled that she was to get ready to move real fast, then just as suddenly, he got up and jumped into the attached inflatable, and motioned for her to get in quickly. Rogue nearly tripped on the motorboat bench, but managed to grab his hand so that he could help her into the inflatable and cut them loose from the motorboat and pushed it further ahead of them.
And just as sudden, as soon as the vacated boat was in view of the lookouts, there was an explosion mere feet in front of them. Remy looked over his shoulder at Rogue, who looked like she was about to have a heart attack; and grinned at her. "Close call, non?"
Rogue could only nod, as she tried to get her heart rate back to normal. They silently passed the blown wreckage of the motorboat and came up to the docks, quietly making their way up to the mansion. Ducking behind a large oak, Rogue heard the telltale rustle of a bird landing and rustling its feathers, just as she got a flash of memory once more, showing a security camera in the oak that they had taken shelter under. Glancing up, she realized that she didn't really have anything to worry about- for there in the tree was the security camera… which was disabled- was the man that she had identified as "Hawkeye."
Grinning up at him, she turned and tapped Gambit on the shoulder and she pointed up. Gambit's jaw looked to drop to the ground, before he managed to grin wickedly.
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
"Anybody call f'r backup?" the mystery man asked as he dropped lightly to the ground beside the two of them. Rogue grinned and threw her arms around his neck. "Hawkeye. Where th' hell've ya been?"
Hawkeye smiled and wrapped his arms around the younger girl that he considered his younger sister in several years passed. "Ugh, here an' dere, Kiddo," he pulled back and looked down at her. "De Dragons're gonna have a fit when they get wind tha' y'r in town. I've already notified a few key playas f'r t'night's li'l excursion."
Remy was stunned. This guy KNEW Rogue? Questions were starting to pop up, but were stopped when Rogue asked, "Okay, so who all is our back-up? Gambit an' I are th' only one's supposed to go in, grab his fahther, an' get out." The cajun listened.
"Y've got Hazard, Marina, Shifter, an' Windy as y'r backup," Hawkeye said as he handed Rogue a comm. "Try not t' make too much o' a ruckus though. Hate for dis t' turn real ugly. Got it, Rogue?"
"We'll trah not ta. But no guarantees," she said, grinning, taking off her jacket and handing it to him for safekeeping. And then pointing to her earpiece that was her comm., she went on, "Three taps says tha' we need a li'l help gettin' out." And just before she turned to face the mansion, she stopped. "Oh, behf're ah fo'get, think ya c'n do som'thin' 'bout th' x-men? Keep 'em off our trail?"
Hawkeye nodded and cocked his head at Gambit. "Bonne chance, Gambit. Watch her back, oui?"
Remy nodded and before his eyes saw that the older man had shifted to a black hawk and was flying off, fading off into the shadows of the trees. After a moment of making sure that the coast was clear and walking right up to the mansion's side door. He opened the door and turned to Rogue. "I'm gonna look forward t' a li'l chat wit' y' later, chere. Til then, t'ink y' c'n stan' guard for a few? I'd like t' t'ink I c'n get in an' out, wit' 'im- th'n if I've got som'on' t' watch my back too."
Rogue hesitated, then nodded. "Eight minutes, Gambit. If y'r not out bahy then, ah'm comin' in aftah ya."
I'm going nowhere (on and on and)
I'm getting nowhere (on and on and on)
Take me away
I'm going nowhere (on and off and off and on)
(and off and on)
Remy gave her a wicked grin and took her gloved hand and kissed the back of it. "In eight minutes then." And disappeared into the manor, leaving Rogue with butterflies in her stomach and wondering what that would've felt like if she could actually touch skin-to-sin. Her comm came to life.
"Head outta th' gutter, Girlfriend! Yes, a couple o' us out here t'ink he's a very cute, very hunky man, but focus o' th' present circumstances, please."
Rogue grinned. "Thank ya fo' th' wake up call, Marina, got anothah ta share?"
"Zip it, both o' ya," a male voice broke in, sounding exasperated. "c'n th' two o' ya work tagethah jus' ONCE, instead o' fightin' each othah?"
"Don' make a bet on it, Hazard. Ya know tha' Marina an' ah will possibly nevah beh able ta talk ta each othah civilly in polite company. But we'll still watch each othah's backs." Rogue said, as she suddenly heard movement behind her. Quietly, she moved to the corner of the manor and peeked around the corner- she saw an Assassin coming her way and took off a glove. 'Tahme ta do this.' She thought to herself, as she hurled herself around the corner to take the Assassin by surprise and touched his face momentarily and broke contact. She sorted through the memories of the Assassin and found a layout of the mansion and checked her watch. '5 minutes passed and 3 ta go.' She thought to herself, and went back to the open door that Remy had gone through.
/Meanwhile with Remy/
He was pretty sure that he could trust Rogue and whoever she associated herself with. But meeting the one she called "Hawkeye", it seemed to him that she was talking in code. But focusing on his current job at the moment was to get Jean-Luc out as safely as possible. Checking the kitchen, he found no one there, but grabbed an empty beer can and continued on to where he believed Jean-Luc to be held captive. Coming up to a corner he cautiously peeked around the corner and found two Assassins, guarding the door. Charging the beer can, he tossed it their way- effectively knocking them out. 'De Assassins are getting' a li'l bit lax 'round 'ere.' He thought to himself as he opened the door and saw his adopted father, Jean-Luc, tied to a chair.
"Remy?! What're ya doin' here?"
Walking up to the tied up Leader of the Thieves' Guild, Remy held up a hand. "I've been askin' myse'f dat same question." He said, as he bent down over Jean-Luc's shoulder to charge the rope binds and then moved to charge the binds that tied his legs to the chair.
"Y' actually came back… I t'ought y' walked 'way f'om dis life f'r good." Jean-Luc said, sounding like he was dazed, and taking off the remnants of the ropes from his wrists and ankles.
All the pain I thought I knew
All my thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away
"I did. 'm jus' 'ere f'r y'." he replied, feeling slightly agitated, even as he walked toward the door, he was pretty sure someone was sure to have heard the explosion that knocked out the two guards at the door of Jean-Luc's 'prison'.
"Afta ev'ryt'in' I put y' t'rough." Came the amused? Reply. It only served to agitate Remy more than he was already. He wanted to get in and get out… NOW! But something was up. Jean-Luc was stalling for some reason. A reason that Remy was sure that he wouldn't like.
"Don't get any ideas," he snapped, his agitation getting the better of him slightly. "Nothin's changed b'tween us. Now le's go!" Rogue had only given him 8 minutes to get outta here with Jean-Luc in tow, 8 minutes was sure to come and go, and they would both be French toast.
"Wait!"
"What now?" Anytime now, the Assassins were sure to come and shoot the both of them full of holes and where would his chere be? Runnin' for her life—literally.
Jean-Luc walked up to Remy cautiously. "We in de heart of de Ripper's stronghold. Do y' have 'ny idea what kind o' opportunity dis is?"
'Oh yeah? Tell me anot'er t'at ain't so obviously a fact.' The teen thought to himself in agitation."F'rget it. We're outta time, pére." He quickly motioned for Jean-Luc to follow him to the door.
"Remy! Listen t' m'," the older man pleaded. "le's raid dis place… do some REAL damage. We can ruin de famille." Remy leaned on the doorway, almost torn between wanting to make his adopted father proud and getting him to safety. And even Rogue was a factor that tipped the scale.
"Y' don' need m' f'r dat." He told the older man from over his shoulder. And felt Jean-Luc's hand on his shoulder, in what he believed the older man thought was a comforting gesture.
"Non," he said, his voice frank and blunt. "but I do need y'r pow'rs."
'M' pow'rs… t'at's what it all comes down t'. Dat's all I 'm t' y'—a tool.' Remy sighed. "I was right. Nothin's changed." Was all that came out his mouth. 'Come or stay, but Remy ain't helpin' y' dis time.' He thought, as he wondered where Rogue was… it was surely passed eight minutes for her to come in after him and his father. He headed out the door and didn't seem to care whether his father followed or not, but was only vaguely aware of the steps behind him that confirmed that Jean-Luc had decided to follow.
Take me away
Take me away
Take me away
All of a sudden, Remy stopped in his tracks—stopped by the two people that he did NOT want to deal with at the moment, that had –apparently- come into view out of nowhere.
A/N: Bonjour, Mes amis! Jus' so's everyone knows, the songs don't necessarily have anythin' ta do with the story. They may have something to do with Rogue's particular moods or something…
But please stay for the remainder of the story. ^_^
A bientot!
~Mari-Chan~