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 Ten
Tammy

Scarce moments after Gambit had left her room, there was a knock at the door. "Yes?" she said opening the door a crack.

"Is everything all right?" Bishop asked from the other side of the door.

"Yeah, why wouldn't it be?" she asked.

"I saw your light on as I made my rounds outside. As it is not usually on at this time of the night, I thought that it would be prudent to check on you," the intimidating black man explained.

"No, everything's fine Bish. Remy was here, that's all. He just left and I was about to go to bed," Stevie replied.

"I see," Bishop answered and turned to go back down the hall.

"Umm, Bish," she said to his retreating back.

"Yes?" he queried turning on his heal.

"Would you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" he asked.

"Would you make sure that Remy makes it back to his room okay? He was really tired when he left and I would feel real bad if he tripped and broke something. But could you do it so he doesn't know what you're doing. You know, like just happen to be going the same way or something," she explained.

"I will make sure that he gets back to his room. I am going to bed myself anyway and I have to go past his room to do so," he answered.

"Thanks B, you're a prince," Stevie smiled.

"You're welcome," he replied with a brief quizzical expression.


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Remy had just walked past the professor's room when he began to feel light-headed. Merde, he thought and leaned against a wall hoping the feeling would pass. It didn't, he closed his eyes and slid down the wall. He leaned against the wall, his legs folded underneath him and breathing heavily.

Suddenly he sensed the presence of a large man behind him. "Bishop?" he queried, not opening his eyes.

"Yes Gambit, it's me," the time-displaced mutant answered and held his arm out to the Cajun.

Sensing movement near his head, Remy opened his eyes to see Bishop holding his hand out to him. He looked up at the big man's face and saw him patiently waiting for Remy to take his hand. Remy grasped Bishop's hand with his right and was hauled to his feet as easily as if he weighed as much as Jubilee.

"T'anks Bishop," Remy said still a little unsteady on his feet.

Bishop only nodded and waited for the Cajun to start down the hall.

Remy took a deep breath and slowly began walking down the hall again. He kept one hand on the wall the steady himself. "Why you followin' me pup?" he asked when Bishop began dogging his footsteps.

"I am on my way to bed," he stated simply.

"You c'n go 'roun' me," Remy told him.

"I am in no hurry," Bishop replied.

The Cajun stopped to lean against the wall and catch his breath again. Definitely not as well as I t'ought I was, he thought to himself. "You not gonna tell Hank 'bout dis are ya?" he asked before resuming.

"Why? You are not injuring yourself or anyone else," Bishop answered.

Remy smiled and walked the last few feet to his door. Then he opened his door and went inside. "T'anks pup," he called before closing the door.

A shadow of a smile crossed Bishop's face and he continued on to his own room.

Once inside, Remy let out a yawn that lasted several long moments. It seemed that as soon as he ran out of breath for the yawn and took another, the yawn started all over again. Damn, I'm tired he thought as he took off his shirt. Then he kicked off his shoes and flopped down onto his bed.

Man, I'm tired, he thought as another yawn escaped him. Remy stretched out on his bed, intending on a quick rest before putting his pajamas on. However, his body had other ideas. He found it harder and harder to keep his eyes open. Soon he gave up, pulled his wool quilt/comforter around himself and went to sleep.


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Jean Luc quietly opened the squeaky door to his son's room. He smiled when he saw his youngest still asleep. Remy didn't know it, but his father enjoyed watching him sleep. He walked into the room and closed the door behind himself. The younger man never stirred even when his father sat on the bed beside him. The father gently brushed the stray hair away from his son's face.

"You look like you 15 when you sleepin' Remy, 'cept for dat beard o' course," he said softly. "Lord how you changed in almos' 15 years."

Remy rolled onto his side towards his father, but remained asleep.

"Tired son?" he asked. "T'ought you'd be sick o' sleepin' by now." Jean Luc chuckled softly at the last. "Come on son, it past noon. Henri an' Lapin wan' t' talk t' you."

Still, the young man slept on.

"Remy," Jean Luc said lightly grasping his son's shoulder and gently shaking him. "Wake up son, don' make me leave you t' Henri's mercy."

Remy's eyes fluttered open. "Papa?" he asked, his mind and voice still fogged with sleep.

"Oui, it me Remy," Jean Luc smiled rubbing his shoulder. "You plannin' on sleepin' de day away?"

"What time is it?" he asked blearily.

"Almos' 2 in de af'ernoon," his father smiled at him.

"Merde," he cursed softly.

"Rough night, son?"

"Non," Remy replied yawning. "Jus' up late, dat's all."

"Wit' dat li'le Lightnin' Bug I bet," Lapin smiled from the door.

"Shut up Lapin," Remy snapped.

"What de matter cous', you not get nowhere wit' her?" he asked smugly.

"None of your bisness Lapel Pin," he said glaring at the other man.

"'Sides, what you care Lapin?" Henri asked. "You married, remember?"

"Yeah, I r'member. Can' blame a man f'r lookin' t'ough," Lapin smiled.

"You jus' keep your t'oughts t' you'self," Jean Luc frowned. "An' r'member your promise t' your wife."

"Oui, I will Uncle," Lapin answered.

"So where exactly were you las' night li'le brother?" Henri asked as he sat in the chair next to Remy's bed.

"In Stevie's room, talkin' wit' her," he answered yawning again and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"T'ought you were un'er strict orders not t' leave your room?" Henri asked arching an eyebrow.

"An' your point be?" Remy said with a mischievous smile.

"You gonna get in trouble wit' your leader," his brother chastised.

"He already is in trouble," came the voice of Scott Summers from the doorway.

"Merde," Remy groaned softly.

"What did you think you were doing sneaking out like that? You didn't even take a com badge with you," Scott scolded.

"I was bored, there was no one else up at de time. . . . Wait, I don' have t' explain anyt'ing t' you, you not my father," Remy replied, his eyes narrowed.

"But I am your leader and you have a responsibility to the team to take care of yourself. And that means not putting yourself under any unnecessary stress when you are recovering from an injury," Scott told him. "Which is why you are confined to quarters until further notice."

"Va te faire foutre," Remy mumbled as Cyclops turned to leave.

Jean Luc rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly. Henri covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile. Lapin had to turn around to hide the grin that covered half his face.

"Pardon me, I don't think I caught that Remy. What did you just say?" Scott asked turning back toward the Cajun.

"Have a nice day," Remy grumbled.

Scott looked at him as if to say, 'Yeah right, that's what you said." Then he turned and left.

As soon as the door had closed Remy said, "An' I hope ya can' get it up t'night f'r Jean, you fucker."

Lapin snorted and then burst out laughing. Henri followed and even Jean Luc had a couple chuckles.

"Now what be so damn funny?" Remy demanded.

"Maybe dat's his problem," Lapin laughed.

"What?"

"He ain' gettin' none."

"An' you shoul' talk," Remy snorted and also began to laugh.