Title: Twisted
Author: Silver (emeraldspike@yahoo.com)
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Twisted 2 - Found Out & Complications
By Silver
She knows. I'd dreaded this day would come, but hoped it wouldn't, or at least prayed it wouldn't come so soon. Sitting here, I'm still playing it all back in my mind. Wondering just when in my life I got this fucked up.
"Scott." Jean said softly, waiting for me to turn to face her before she would continue. "Scott, I? well, I know."
"Know what?" I asked her, trying to play village idiot. Hell, if it could work for Bobby, maybe I had a shot.
"You know what." She replied, her eyes sad. She kind of just dropped onto the bed and sat there staring up at me with this pathetic "poor-me-my-husband-is-a-fucked-up-lunatic" face. Ok, so it was more of a "why-did-you-do-it" face, which would lead to? "Why did you do it?" I knew it, you see that face and the question comes next. Every time.
"You wouldn't understand."
"The hell I wouldn't!" She snapped. "I've been in your head Scott.. I've seen what goes on in that complex brain of yours. I've felt what you feel, known what you've known, but never thought you'd do?do * this *."
"Do what Jean?"
"Cheat on me." She answered quietly. "And with a man. Why? And who is it?"
I pounded my fist on the wall before I answered, trying to get some semblance of control. "Like I said before, you wouldn't understand. As for the "who" it's none of your concern."
"The hell it isn't! You're my husband damn it and I have a right to know."
"Do you know my past Jean? Have you ever, in all the times you've been inside my head, snooping around, have you ever found any memories from before I was sixteen?"
"N?no." She tilted her head up to look at me.
"Ever found that strange? Did you ever wonder why? Did you ever even bother to ask?"
"I, I just never thought about it. So we'll change that, I want to know Scott, tell me. What happened when you were a kid?"
"You can't handle it Jean." I replied, sighing heavily and collapsing into the desk chair. "It's not something you've ever had to think about and it's not something I want to share. And I still won't tell you who."
"Fine. When you are ready to share, I'll be in my old room. Goodnight, Summers." She stormed out of the room and moments later I heard a door slam from down the hall. And I'm still sitting here, two hours later, just sitting. A rock comes flying in through the open window and I pick it up, finding a sheet of paper wrapped around it. Despite the confrontation with Jean, I smile and slip out the window, dropping to the ground. Silently, I make my way down to the boathouse and find Remy sitting on the porch, waiting for me.
"I 'eard."
"I didn't tell her it was you."
"I know. Merci." His head is turned away from me, his eyes watching a point on the ground. I reach over and take his chin, turning him to face me.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Not'ing, jus' t'inking."
"About what?"
"Us."
"What about us?"
"Do ya wanna call it quits? She's yer wife. I never meant ta cause all dis trouble."
"No. Damn Remy, I don't know what I want."
"Mebbe if Gambit leaves ya 'lone ya can figure it out." He moves as if to stand and I grab his arm, keeping him from getting up.
"No Remy, don't. Everyone's leaving me, I don't need you doing it too."
"D'Accord. Remy'll stay."
"Thank you." I say softly as he sits back down. I sneak a glance at him and see him staring off into space, resting his chin on a slender hand, his elbow perched on a jean-clad knee. His fingers tap a random pattern on his cheek bone and I stifle a smile as we sit in uncomfortable silence.
Finally, I can't bare the silence any longer. "Remy, I just..."
"What do you want homme?"
"That's just it. I don't know what I want, I don't know who I want. Everything is just so confusing, I don't know how I feel. About anyone."
He stands now, so quickly I don't have a chance to stop him.
"Den mebbe ya need ta t'ink about dat for a while. Come find Remy when ya know." He walks? well, flounces off and I watch him until the shadows swallow his form.