Disclaimer: Gambit and the X-Men are copyright and property of Marvel Comics. I am making no money from this. Besides getting money out of me would be like getting blood out of turnip, it isn't gonna happen so don't even try to sue me. Stevie and any other characters you don't recognize and the plot in this story are owned by Tammy Zuleger. Anyone wishing to use them must get permission from me first.

Here's Stevie
Part Seven
Tammy

“Hi chere,” Lapin drawled as he stood in the open doorway of Stevie’s room.

“I promise to control myself. I promise to control myself,” she whispered to herself.

“Oh chere, you don’ have t’ do dat f’r me. I don’ min’ if you t’row y’self at me,” he grinned.

“How ‘bout I throw a brick instead,” she suggested.

“Mmm, mus’ get pretty stiff sittin’ at dat machine,” he said walking up behind her as she sat in front of her computer.

“No, not at all,” she said trying to give him the brush off.

“Ooo chere, your shoulders be all stiff,” he said putting his hands on her shoulders.

“Strange,” she said cocking her head, “I suddenly hear the theme from ‘Jaws’.”

“Mus’ be your imagination chere,” he whispered and began massaging her shoulders.

“Please don’t do that,” Stevie said as his hands strayed farther forward than they should have.

“Do wha chere?” Lapin breathed caressing the side of her neck with his cool fingers.

“Touch me like that,” she replied as her eyes took on an eerie blue glow.

“Don’ it feel good chere?” he whispered in her ear.

“It feels fine, I just don’t want you to do that,” she answered.

“Why chere?” he asked and licked her earlobe.

“Because I’m not interested in you. I thought I made that perfectly clear several times before now,” she said pushing in the keyboard drawer on her desk.

“Why you not in’rested in me chere?” he pressed nuzzling her neck.

“Stop that,” Stevie ordered becoming very annoyed with his persistence.

“You like, don’ you?” Lapin smiled.

“No I don’t,” she said and spun around her chair.

“Mmm, I always enjoy t’ings face-t’-face better m’self,” he grinned.

“Enjoy this,” she spat putting her hands on his chest. Then she hit him with 240 volts of AC power, not enough to hurt him but enough to knock him unconscious.

“Mmm, dat li’le tickle,” he smiled still conscious and still standing. “Now I know why dey call you Live Wire. C’mere Lightin’ Bug.”

“Umm,” she said stunned by his lack of reaction to the shock she gave him. “I think I hear someone calling my name.” Stevie bolted from her chair and ran out of her room, followed closely by Lapin DuBois.

*****

Remy looked up from the mail he was reading when his door opened and slammed shut. “What’s wrong chere?” he asked Stevie.

“Hide me, please. You’ve gotta hide me, he’s after me,” she said glancing around the room looking for a suitable hiding place.

“Who aft’r you?” he asked.

“Your cousin. Please hide me, he’s coming,” she asked.

“In de closet, I get rid o’ him when he come in,” he said nodding toward the closet.

“Thank you so much,” she sighed relieved. “You’re a prince.”

“Get in dere, he’s comin’,” he said nodding his head toward the closet.

*****

“Hey cousin, you see dat li’le lightin’ bug,” Lapin grinned.

“Nope,” Remy replied looking up from his bank statements.

“You sure, I could’ve sworn I saw her run in here,” he said looking under Remy’s desk.

“Don’ bot’er, she ain’ here,” he said opening another envelope.

“Den you don’ min’ if I look in your closet,” Lapin said going over to his cousin’s closet.

“You only wastin’ your time bra, she ain’ here. Henh, she prob’ly hidin’ in Logan’s room, mebbe Warren’s. How ‘bout you stop wastin’ your time in here and go check dere b’fore she fin’ Papa,” Remy said putting down his mail again.

“I jus’ check t’ make sure she didn’ sneak in here while you weren’t lookin’,” he smiled and turned the knob on the closet door.

“Go away, no one in here but us trench coats,” came a muffled voice from behind the door.

“Hey dere Lightin’ Bug,” Lapin grinned triumphantly, “It’s your lover man, Lapin.”

“Go away, I’m not interested in you,” she said from behind the door.

“Aw chere, you hardly know me,” he coaxed.

“I’m not interested,” she repeated.

“Aw come on chere, jus’ one li’le kiss,” he smiled.

“Actually, and I quote, ‘I’d rather kiss a dead moose’s butt’,” she yelled.

Gambit snickered from his place on his bed. “Guess she tol’ you cousin,” he said suppressing his laughter at the look on Lapin’s face.

“Dat not a nice t’ing t’ say t’ ol’ Lapin. Now come out here an’ be nice,” Lapin coaxed doing his best to ignore his snickering cousin.

“Lapin, leave her ‘lone,” Remy said.

“I tol’ you Remy, dis between me an’ her,” Lapin replied.

“Fine, den get out o’ my room,” he sighed.

“An’ if I don’, you gonna make me cousin? You c’n hardly get t’ de bat’room by yourself, let ‘lone come after me,” the older man smirked.

“I don’t have t’ get out’ o’ bed t’ make you leave,” Remy said, his eyes taking on a glow.

“Come on cousin, you ain’ got much spark right now either. ‘Sides, your doctor said you wasn’t s’posed t’ use your mutant powers yet,” Lapin chastised.

“Not gonna use my powers, cousin,” Remy smiled.

“Fine, den I open dis door,” he grinned.

Almost too fast to see, Remy’s hand shot under his pillow and in one fluid motion threw an object at his cousin.

Lapin heard a ‘thunk’ in the wood of the closet door and looked down to see what his cousin threw at him. He paled when he saw the knife embedded in the wood of the door, a hair’s breadth from his crotch. He turned toward his cousin and said, “What you tryin’ t’ do Remy? Turn me int’ de priest hood?”

“I said t’ leave her ‘lone,” Remy frowned. “Now get out while you still a man.”

“Fine, you always been interferin’ in my love-life anyway,” he grumbled and stomped out of Remy’s room.

Gambit slid to the edge of the bed and stood up. Then, using the furniture for support, he made his way to the closet to retrieve his knife. He took hold of the handle and pulled it out of the wood.

“Is he gone?” came Stevie’s voice from the closet.

“Yeah chere, he gone. You c’n come out now,” he said leaning against the wall.

The door opened and Remy had to suppress a laugh as she peeked out. She looked so cute drowning in one of his trench coats. “What’d you do to get rid of him?” she asked pulling off the coat.

“T’rew dis at him,” Remy smiled and started to slide down the wall.

“Here, lean on me,” she offered putting her arm around his waist to support him.

“T’anks chere,” he said accepting her help. “Mebbe I should get back in bed.”

“Good idea,” she agreed. “Come on.”