A/N: Sorry this chapter is late. I have been swamped with…you guessed it homework! Anyways with semester finals coming up very soon, I probably won't be updating as often, but please don't stop reviewing! As always I do not own X-men, just the plot for this story and the OC. Enjoy the chapter! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

Chapter 5

The television screen was lit with an old black and white romance movie, the only light that was on in the dingy inn was the one on the nightstand. The only car expensive enough to not look like it was not owned by someone who was down there was luck, was his. Remy sat on the queen size bed, his black duster once again hung over a random chair, his diamond-headed staff leaned against the wall, that was next to the chair. He could have picked a nicer place, that he knew. Shuffling the cards in his hands, he looked over at the bathroom door were the sound of rushing water could be heard, and then the squeak of the water taps, as the rush of boiling-lobster hot water dribbled to a halt. He tore his forest green eyes away from the door, and shuffled his cards again. They had made to the inn without a single accident or strange mutant trying to kill either of them, which was beginning to put the Cajun's nerves on edge. If those men of Stryker's wanted them so damn badly, then why weren't they on there heels, like hounds to a fox, and this very moment? He repeatedly shuffled his cards. The situation was simple, they were in danger. Plenty of danger. That also meant they could not stay in place for too long, and if he ran out of cash….

"Your face is going to stay stuck like that." Ivy interrupted his thought process as he stopped shuffling the deck in his hands. She sat down beside him, the old bed springs squeaking as she did so. Her dark-chocolate curls were still damp, and she wore a powder blue nightgown, laying on her stomach, she put her chin in the palms of her cupped hands and looked up at him. "Dujardin." She said softly and Remy looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"My last name." She continued, and her gaze shifted to the old fashion movie on the television.

"hm…" was the only reply he gave, as he began to reshuffle his cards in one fluid sets of motions. "Do you play?"

"Only Go Fish." she went into a sitting position, turning her sights from the romantic scene on the screen to the slick-talking Cajun.

Remy laughed, and began to deal the cards out, seven for the two of them. He could not believe he was going back to a simple child's game, after years of gambling money out of players, who were to drunk how to know a bluff when they saw one. Ivy's face crinkled in both confusion and concentration. Remy had won the ten games of Goldfish they had played. But now they were playing War, he had told her the basics and she had easily picked up the habits of the game, she had nearly gotten him a few times, but now they were down to the wire, and she wanted desperately to win, and rub it in his face. Maybe even do a little victory dance, she blushed at the thought of wiggling her behind around like a three year old who had just beaten an adult at Candy Land. Her dark rose eyes grew wide as she looked at the last card in her hand, and then to one Remy had laid down along the row of lesser value black or red inked cards. It was a queen, a queen of hearts to be exact, the one she clutched in her slender fingers like a lifeline was trumped all others. She laid it down, and let the out the breath, she did not even realize she had been keeping in.

"I won?" she looked down at the ace of spades, that was probably slick with her sweat.

Remy smiled at her as she jumped down from the bed, and began to wiggle around like an awkward caterpillar. "Ivy, what are you doin'?" She turned around, her face becoming three shades of red. "Were you dancing?"

"Attempting too." the earth-puppeteer answered and took her place next to Remy again.

The Cajun slid the cards back into the pack, after their fight at the convenient store, he was surprised he had any cards left at all, yet alone enough to play twelve around of war with a girl that haled from a part of the world that spoke French, a language that he spoke himself just with a different accent. He looked over at Ivy now, she lay on her stomach once more watching the movie, with her arms folded underneath her chest. But he could see the worry in her eyes, she knew as well that they were far from any place they could call a haven or safe place, not even close. He leaned a little closer to her, to see if she had fallen into the world of dreams, no she was memorized by the couple in film eating each other's faces. There was no real emotion, no real feeling in between the actor and the actress, it was fake. Did she did realize that, or was this the closest she had come to seeing what love was like? He pondered in his thoughts, as he watched her stare at that screen with that mushy look that most girls get in their eyes when a romance scene came into play. He leaned back on the bed, resting his head on the pillow, as the credits finally rolled up and Ivy scooted off the ugly flowered cover spread to the phone that was on the table.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, lifting his gaze from the curtain the brim of his hat had formed.

"I'm hungry." She replied without looking up from the menu that had different delivery places listed on it in black ink.

"Why not Chinese?" Remy suggested and her face became puzzled. "You've never had it have you?" At the shake of her head, he picked up the phone and began to dial the number, and grinned at her. "Well you will, after this."

It was amusing to say the least, watching her trying to pop a piece of chicken that was soaked in sweet and sour sauce into her mouth with chopsticks. The chopsticks kept fidgeting making the morsel fall back onto the plate, where it once had been. A frustrated look had now came over Ivy's face. Finally out of act of mercy, Remy grasped her abandoned chopsticks in between his fingers and popped into her mouth. Her angry glare turning into shock, as forcefully swallowed the food down by chugging water from a bottle of water.

"You give up far too easily. Practice makes perfect." He said, while gently pulling one of her curls and straightening before letting it spring back to its regular shape. A blush crept across the earth-puppeteer's face.

A/N: The next chapter will you be posted soon! Once again, please review! -MOTH (Maiden of the Heavens)