DISCLAIMER: Gambit, Rogue, Xavier, ect.... are not mine. They belong to Marvel, except for Robin, she's mine, mine. mine. And a big thank you goes out to Kaleidopy for the title!! *hugs* Thank your lucky stars people.. this story use to be called Story #2! HOW BAD IS THAT!? ICK! Well enjoy, and keep in mind this story was written slowly as I learned to write... farther you go the better you can see that my writing changed.
Part Thirteen
Christine Demerath
*Knock* *Knock*
“Remy, hon, ya in there?” A groaning sound emerged from the room. “Can we come in?” More grunts and groans came from the room.
“Remy, are ya okay?”
“Oui.” His reply sounded more like a grunt.
“We’re coming in.” With no abjection the proceeded. Upon opening the door they find Remy spiraled out over his bed, wear cute little pick and purple boxers.
“Remy, get up!” Robin shook her brother gentle.
“What?” He snapped up into a sitting poisson.
“Have a good nap?”
“Non, too many noisy women in dis house.”
*MUPH*
“Oh, really?” Robin raised her fist in mock anger.
“Non, not the dreaded Jewel!” Remy put his hands in a defense position and a false impression of fear came to his face. “After was ya did ta Scotty boy I ain’t goin` mess with ya.”
“Didn’t do it. No body saw me do it. Can prove anything.” A burst of laughter came from the three youths. Why I feel so comfortable around her? Know she’s my sister, but…” Remy’s mind quickly drifted back to Robin and Rogue.
“Rogue?” A voice called through the halls. Rogue sigh.
“Remy, I’m sorry, but I promised to go the movies with him last week.” She inched toward the door. “If it’s okay with ya, I’ll come up ta see ya when we get back.”
“Yeah.” Remy tried to hide all emotions.
“Remy, please, don’t be mad.”
“I ain’t, have a good time.” He smiled. Just a little sad.
“There you are.” Joseph placed his hand around Rogue’s. Gambit’s eyes flashed, but nobody noticed. Then Joseph nodded, “Gambit, Jewel.”
“See ya,” Rogue half walked and was half pulled from the room.
As they moved out of ear range Robin began to talk. “I don’t think I like that guy.”
“I know I don’t.” Remy grumbled.
“Remy, what happened ta you?”
“When?” He kept his sarcasm in a much a possible.
“I mean after you ran from da cops.”
“Oh, that then,” he sighed. He hazed a minute deciding if he wanted to say anything, he decided to just sum it up, leaving what he didn’t like out. “I lived on de streets a ‘til I was around nine, ten years old. Then I got caught stealing my soon ta be father’s wallet. I lived with him, his son, and with a women dat was like ah house made, but much more. I learned how to be a thieve and became one of da best. Then I am suppose to get married, I did care bout her, but not enough ta spend every minute of da day, I was only eighteen at da time. I did marry her, but had ta leave. Then I travel some more, den end up here.”
“I got a feeling dere’s a lot more to ya, brother.”
“Oui, ya got me dere.” Silence.
“Well, aren’t ya going to fill in the gaps?” She smiled.
He got up and walked to his window. “Non.” Looking out he sees Sinister on the lawn. Remy quickly sakes his head to clear it and shun the fright from his face. “Non.” He repeated, softly, this time out of fear.
“Remy, you okay?” Robin leaned on his shoulder. Sinister’s image faded away.
“No… I mean yeah.”
“Ya wanna go back to the med-lab?”
“Non,” came his short reply.
“Okay,” she replied a little baffled. “I think Hank said something about getting some sleep.”
“Probably did, Hank is always babbling about something. I’ll get some sleep but only is ya will get some yourself. Ya look like ya need it.”
“’kay, see ya later.”
******
“I can’t believe it, she hit me. And just because Gambit got upset and hurt himself. ” Scott complained, while Jean got him an ice pack. She didn’t want to start anything with he husband. “You know she reminds me a little of Gambit.”
“How?”
“They both have an easy flows.”
“I kinda think they look alike.”
“Huh?” Scott was caught of guard by what his wife was implying.
“Well, they do.”
“So you think they’re blood related?”
“I didn’t say that.”
******
“Ahhh, come on, Bishop. You’ve got to get out of the mansion once in a while.”
“I’m busy.”
“It’s been broke for months, it can wait a while longer can’t it?”
“No.”
“Bishop, I’m going to drag you but out from under there is you don’t come out yourself.” Bishop made no attempt to move. “Fine be that way. 1…. 2…... 3…..” A thin sheet of ice formed under Bishop.
“Drake!” Bishop was on his feet in seconds. Bobby was on the floor laughing, that is until Bishop pulled him to his feet.
“Well, now that your up you wanna go to town?” Bobby barely controlling his laughter.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to go with you .”
“I’m hurt.”
“No, not yet.” Came a grumble.
“Bishop, I would say I’d have to agree with Bobby, you do need to get out more.”
“Storm.”
“Hey, Ororo, finally somebody is on my side.”
“Bishop, I need help with getting supplies for my plants from town, would you accompany me?”
“I’d be glad to, Ororo, but if you’ll excuse me for a minute, I have to go change.” Bishop scowled at Bobby.
“I’ll be waiting in the garage.” Storm called to Bishop as the moved in opposite directions down the hall.
“Hey, wait a minute! What about me? Darn it! No wonder I’m always joking around, otherwise no one notices me. Maybe Hank has something to do.”
******
Remy lay staring at the ceiling of his room. God this week hasn’t been hell and it is still far from over. There were footsteps coming down the hall, he continued to listen carefully, the footsteps were heavy, the person walked almost flatfooted, and the pattern was wide. Must be Bishop. The door across the hall opened. Yep, it’s the pup, guess I’ll go see what he is up to. He carefully got up and went to the door. Opening the door he leaned on the frame and waited for Bishop.
“Hey, pup, where ya going?” He nodded to Bishop’s coat.
“Storm has asked me to help her get some things for her plants.”
“Got ya a tip, don’t called her Storm all da time, try Ororo, huh? She be surprised.” Remy smiled.
“Thank you, shouldn’t you be in bed?” He asks concerned.
“Oui, but sense ya haven’t come ta see me yet so I come to you.”
“I didn’t think it was necessary.”
“It ain’t, ya need ta losing up, pup. It just an excuse to be outta bed.” He smiles and slid back into his room. “Take care of my Stormy, pup.”
“Sleep well, Gambit.” The door shut.