A/N: I apologize once again for being late on updating, but as usual finals for the semester are coming up and I must study a lot. But then I have a month off so expect too see updates at least twice a week. As usual, I do not own X-men, just my OC and the plot for this story. Please enjoy this chapter! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

Chapter 6

Peaches? Why could he smell peaches? Remy Lebeau wearily opened his forest green eyes to find himself blinking sleepily at the top of a head, of dark-chocolate curls. He could only smile half-heartedly; Ivy was sprawled across his bare chest, her head resting below his chin, and her arms dangling a little bit off of the bed. He let his fingers preen through her curls, only to realize what he was doing. He stopped abruptly; Ivy was beginning to wake, her dark rose pink eyes still clouded with sleep as she stood up, and rubbed away the tiredness with her hands. Finally realizing how and where she had slept, her face turned red, and this was defiantly one of those times, when she wished her hair was longer. Remy only smirked as he grabbed his jeans from the floor and a fresh shirt from out of one of the convenient store bags. He had yet to pack his suitcase, as he headed into the shower. He glanced over his shoulder to see Ivy staring at the ugly dark blue and lime green flower print bed cover, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"We did not do anything." He assured her, and she glanced up at him. Her innocent eyes only making his heart pound, as he shut the door behind him.

The earth-puppeteer clambered off the bed, and looked at her backpack, that lay beside Remy's suitcase. She unzipped her bag and began to pack her week's worth of clothes. She left pair of auburn khakis with pockets along both sides, and a long sleeved Irish green shirt, with a dark brown button vest. Ivy quickly changed, applying deodorant and body spray that smelled like apple blossoms. She was just about to finish buttoning her vest, when Remy emerged from the bathroom, steam from the shower also pouring out. The Cajun was wearing jeans, and his black boots, but the white shirt he was about to put on was completely open.

She glanced away from him, feeling her face growing warm; she clutched her toothbrush and tube of toothpaste in her hand. Glancing down at the items in her fisted hand, she remembered what she going to do, once her runaway companion had finished showering. Brush her teeth, and trying to ignore the sexy Cajun in front of her was not part of the plan, but it had to be now. Her heart was pounding far too fast, she looked up at him, and he smiled at her. She smiled back, feeling a blush starting to creep over her face again.

Remy gently brushed his fingers through her hair as she passed by, and could not helping thinking about how cute she looked when she blushed. He shook his head, he should not be thinking about her in that way, should he?

"Tu es jolie aujourd'hui. –You look pretty today-"He said before he could stop himself.

Ivy looked at him wide-eyed and embarrassed. "Q-Quoi? –What?-" No one had ever called her that, mostly insulting names, but never pretty.

Before he could say anything else or apologize for what he what he said, she shut the door and the squeak of the sink faucet being turned on could be heard. But then again why should he have to apologize for a compliment that only made her blush with embarrassment? Then again saying it when he did, was nothing but horrible timing on his part. He looked over at his suitcase, which would more be considered more like a duffle bag, and shoved his clothes and necessities into it. Remy turned as Ivy came out of the bathroom and placed her toiletry bag into her backpack, before zipping it closed, and slinging it over her shoulder.

"Ready?" He asked, and she nodded as they headed out the hotel room and to his car. He casually tossed his bag into the backseat, the earth-puppeteer followed suit and got into the passenger seat, buckling up as he started the vehicle.

The Cajun's car now smelled of fast-food breakfast bags, they were driving with no particular destination in mind, why should a pair runaways care where they ended up? As long as it was safe place and they both in one piece, that was all that Remy cared about. He glanced over at Ivy, her dark rose pink eyes looked so far away as if she was not even this car with him. He only smiled at turned the radio to a station that played rock music. Ivy jumped at the sudden noise and swore harshly in French, at her own stupidity, before looking up at the Remy, who was laughing at her. Suddenly the laughter ceased from his lips and fell serious, he was looking in his rearview mirror with a cold glare.

"They haven't given up after all." He announced and looked over at the earth-puppeteer, when he heard the click of seat belt. She scrambled over the passenger seat and to the back, where their luggage was and set it on the floor.

"You are going to run interference?" He questioned, and she nodded.

Ivy was leaning over the backseat on her knees, her eyes focused solely on the road, her slender fingers twitching. "You need to drive, so I have to do something, so we don't die." She answered and nearly shuddered when she saw Zero leaning out the car window and aiming at the gun at them. His aim was perfect, if she did not figure out something fast they would be dead. her irises became slits like that of cat's as she tried to see the parts of the earth that she would be able to puppeteer. Spotting only a few, she sighed. Dead earth, if she took it under her control, she would certainly be exhausted afterward, but there was no other option. Ivy could feel the strings connecting with the tips of her fingers, as she quickly did a few odd hand motions before the street began to tear, she raised her arms and extended the strings and the black crumbling tar forward like an ocean wave. They both heard the sound of the gunfire, but the bullets did hit neither or Remy, as the huge streets chunks fell under and around the car. With flick of wrist and twist of her fingers, the crumbled street turned into a gigantic spike that pierced straight through the bottom metal of their enemies' vehicle. Ivy sighed tiredly, Remy stopped the car so fast, the tires squealed, and the earth-puppeteer was sent flying back to the front of the car.

The Cajun glanced down at her. "You alright?"

She nodded, her dark chocolate-curls bouncing, she practically crawled back into her seat and buckled her safety belt again. "I am very tired…" she said nearly asleep as she spoke.

"Sleep then. I will wake you up, when I find a place to stay." He said and let his fingers preen through her hair, and before he knew it he had pressed a kiss to her curls.

A/N If Remy seems OOC just let me know, I do not mean for him too be. Please review! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)