Wolvie
Femmes * Skittish
Logan sat in the chair watching
Hayley sleep until he felt his wife's eyes upon him and looked to her.
"You seem pretty worried about
Hayley," Ally cocked her head.
"Just her relationship with the
Cajun," he grunted.
Alex rolled her eyes and Ally looked
over to her as well. "She's grown
up Logan." They said together.
Reg rolled over trying to
sleep in a bed next to Hayley mumbling about spittin’ the dummy.
"She was spooked, Al," Logan
said moving toward Hayley, "He didn't notice it and she was
panicking."
"He's not a psychic," Ally
sighed, "Or able to smell fear on a person. Give him a break."
Alex shrugged and seemed to want to stay out of
it. She sat at the computer and began
to look at the work next to it. She
didn't recognize the handwriting and looked around as if to match it. "Whose work is this?"
"Bobby was helping Jean I believe,"
Ally sighed placing instruments in the sterilizer. "He was the one who seemed to be here last." Ally turned to her, "Why?"
Alex blushed a bit and looked at the work
to cover her flushed features, "Just wondering whom else had been working
on this."
Logan didn't miss the embarrassment and wondered
what it meant. He wasn't sure if Ally
was paying attention to it and shook his head.
Was he the only one who noticed this?
The door snapped open and Storm sailed in, "Any
word?"
They all shook their heads and Storm sat in the chair
next to Alex and rested her chin on her fist.
"I stayed away as long as I could to give you
some privacy but I am very worried," Storm looked to the floor and Alex
put her arm around her.
"You didn't have to stay away," Alex put her
head on Storm's shoulder. "You're
very special to Justice and he would want you here."
Ally rubbed her arms together feeling a chill as Alex
spoke of their brother like that.
The door opened again and Bobby walked in with
Kamikaze. Bobby's eyes moved to Storm
and Alex by the computer and he nervously looked away. Kamikaze's eyes danced around the room at
the few people and how quiet it was.
Ally sat down next to Storm, "we haven't heard anything
gentlemen."
Bobby and Kamikaze both sat in chairs on the other side of
the room.
"I could sneak around and see if there is any news,"
Bobby offered.
The door snapped open yet again and the Professor came in,
"No need for that, Mr. Drake," he looked sadly to his nieces,
"They would tell me when they were through."
Ally nodded in agreement, "I don't want to contact them
for fear of causing a mistake."
Alex turned back to the computer to stay busy and keep her
mind off her brother and her eyes off Bobby but it was evident she had been
wiping tears to the rest. She heard
Bobby come over next to her and lean on the desk and she could smell his
cologne.
"I was working on this for Ms. Grey," as Alex, he
was uncomfortable in front of the others and couldn't meet Alex's eye,
"Can I help you out?"
"I take it the blood matches were for
Justice?" Alex sighed trying not
to fall apart thinking of her brother.
Bobby nodded, "Yes, I took all we had in storage
that matched in the computer."
Ally looked alarmed, "All of it?"
Bobby stood straight and nodded.
"We should replenish it then, Robert," the
professor said with a sigh.
"Justice may need more and we should keep the bank stocked."
Alex began pulling the information up again,
"Ally could you call these people telepathically?"
Logan stood up, "She's done enough to drain her
Alex." He sighed taking a stogie
from his pocket and moving to the door, "Can you do it, Chuck?"
The Professor nodded, "He is correct."
Ally sighed, "We could start with Alex and I." She placed the tray in front of Alex and
smiled. "We all have the same
blood type after all."
Kamikaze laughed, "Can you be any closer?" He remembered the message and sighed,
"Aramis said if she could help out she would be right here."
Alex stood next to Ally with a needle in hand and nodded as
Ally bared her arm.
Bobby wanted to keep looking at Alex but was afraid he was
too obvious especially with the Professor there. Now he wanted to get out of there, "should I get anybody
else?"
"No," Logan grunted watching carefully as his eyes
floated between Alex and Bobby.
Alex finished with her sister and stood, "I'm going to
get you some juice." Alex touched
Ally's shoulder as she lay on the table.
She could see that Ally was starting to fall asleep already.
Logan stood next to Ally touching her soft curls as her eyes
shut and he felt Alex touch his arm and smile.
He looked at Alex knowing she wasn't quite herself, "you all right
kiddo?"
Alex punched him in the arm playfully, "same age as
your wife and you call me kiddo."
Bobby eyed the names on the list, "do you want some
help with the juice Alex? There are a
lot of other students coming."
Alex looked over at her uncle quietly concentrating on
calling the others telepathically and knew he was right and nodded. She began to ready the instruments again.
She silently made her way out of the infirmary with Bobby
but kept her distance as she walked.
Bobby watched her uncomfortable silence. "Alex, can we talk a minute?"
Alex nodded and looked at the floor and Bobby came
closer to her remembering their kiss earlier.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and hugged her,
"Justice will be fine, Alex."
He touched her hair and let his fingers brush against her face.
Alex's face fell a little.
Bobby brushed his lips to hers and Alex stiffened she pulled
away, "Did I do something wrong?"
Alex started to talk but she stuttered and looked at him
wordlessly.
"Was today a fluke?"
He asked touching her face sweetly hoping to calm her.
Alex felt like a heel but squeezed his hand, "Bobby…”
"I thought so," Bobby smiled and kissed her again but
this time she responded a little more.
He sighed inwardly and followed his emotions until she pulled away. She back away from him looking sheepish as he
still kept his posture from the kiss, he sighed and straightened out looking
into her confused eyes, "Beast?"
"Yes," she sighed, "it's not just that
though, you are way too young for me, Bobby and I just haven't been thinking
clearly."
Bobby sighed and tapped the wall with his fist,
"I understand, but please don't think my feelings can change that
quickly."
"Bobby," Alex reached to his face but he
backed away from her hand.
"Alex, you're incredible and I'm never going to
feel this way again."
Alex grabbed his hand before he could pull away. "No, you won't feel this way again and
neither will I."
He glared at her confused, she touched his face,
and kissed him like a mother would a child.
"Every time you fall in love it feels
different. It will hurt differently and
make you feel differently." Alex
backed away moving towards the kitchen and he took a few tentative steps.
"But Alex," he began but she shushed him.
"Bobby, your next time will make this time look sad in
comparison, I promise," She smiled at him feeling a little more like
herself.
They both heard footsteps and turned to see Cyclops
upon them, "Any word?"
Alex shook her head thinking of her brother, "We
needed to pick some juice up for the blood donors."
Cyclops nodded and started off but Bobby cleared his
throat stopping him.
"Mr. Summers, would you mind going with her?" Bobby said quickly and Scott turned raising
an eyebrow. "I'm not feeling very
well and I'd like to lie down in my room."
"Certainly," Scott said waving him off,
"I hope you feel better Bobby."
Bobby looked at the floor, "yeah, me
too." Then he watched the duo
disappear as Scott began talking to her animatedly about the fight at
Magneto's. He shuffled his feet and
wandered to his room to mope.
Logan looked at Hayley knowing she was exhausted
and sighed as he saw Remy and Rayne come in slowly. He stayed next to Ally and watched the Cajuns coming towards
them.
Remy bent down to touch Hayley’s hair, kissed
her head and then looked to Logan, "she been awake any?"
Logan tried hard not to say anything to Gambit
though plenty of words came to mind.
Then he noticed that Rayne was still keeping her distance from him and
her eyes averted. Wolverine didn’t like
the fact the kid was scared of him. He
made a mental note to work on that problem, then he looked at Remy, "she's
been sleepin’ since ya left, Gumbo."
Rayne shivered looking around her at all the
people who had just been through hell and back, and she couldn’t help but
wonder what had happened to them that she had not witnessed herself.
Alex and Cyclops walked in two carts full of
juice talking quietly. Logan looked up,
"Where's the other Popsicle maker?"
They both stared at him for a minute and then it
dawned on them and Alex smiled.
Scott shook his head, "Bobby went to his
room. Said he was feeling sick. I don't think he can handle the blood."
Alex's blush wasn't lost on Remy or Logan and
Remy raised an eyebrow at her odd behavior.
"Come on petite," Remy wrapped his arm
around Rayne.
“Where ya goin’?” Logan growled.
“Gon’ take a short trip. Got some work ta do, right chere?” He smiled at Rayne, took his leave of the
others and walked away.
Rayne said nothing to anyone and quickly
followed her brother. She was glad to
be away from Wolverine not to mention that being around all those sad faces
troubled her.
Rogue, Jubilee and Kitty made their way with Imp
to Bobby's door. Rumor had it that he
was upset because he had gotten in trouble with an instructor.
They could hear very sad music playing slow,
haunting ballads and looked at each other worried.
"Just one of us should go,"
Rogue swallowed feeling he would be overwhelmed.
"You go," Kitty pushed her
forward, "you know him better than we do."
Jubilee picked Imp up, "We'll
wait in the rec room," her eyes held a challenge, "see if you can get
him there."
Rogue swallowed, "might
take some time if he's as bad as we think," Rogue knocked on the door,
heard him mumble a welcome, and nodded for them to scat before he saw them.
Rogue took a deep breath and straightened
her shoulders opening the door slightly, "Bobby?"
The room was dark except for
the scattered bouncing lights from his stereo and her eyes had to adjust. She looked to the bed and saw the light
peeking in slightly from behind the blind and cast a silhouette of his figure.
"Can I turn on the
lights?" She asked quickly.
She heard him move on the bed,
"no," was the quiet answer she heard. She made his shape out a little more and could see his was lying
on his back staring at the ceiling in his boxers.
"Why aren’t you dressed?"
"Don't feel like it."
"Bobby what's wrong?"
"I can't talk about
it."
"Bobby," she came
closer to him, "we're friends, you can talk to me."
"I can't, Rogue," he
sighed looking at her, "you don't get it."
"Why? School can't be that bad?"
"Grades are
fine."
"Whatever trouble
you are in I will help you with your chores for it."
"Rogue, it's
not any of that."
"You'll feel
better if you talk about it." She
pressed knowing this was serious.
"I'm in
love." He sighed feeling a traitor
to himself just saying the words aloud.
"But that’s
wonderful!" She breathed punching him
in the shoulder with her gloved hand and sitting on the bed. "I wish I could hug you."
"It's not
that great."
"Ok, what am
I missing here?"
"She's
not in love with me."
"Awwwwwww, Bobby." She
touched his hand with her gloved one.
"She's a fool."
He scoffed, "hardly."
"Want
to talk about it?"
He sat up with a gleam
in his eye, "she kissed me Rogue but then she told me she was confused or
something."
Rogue rubbed his hand,
"Maybe she will change her mind."
"No," he lay back
down on the bed, "she's got a boyfriend, too."
"Oh no," She gasped
lightly and then looked at him, "But if you knew that when you started
with her then you knew she might not leave him?"
"Yeah," Bobby stared
at the ceiling again. "I guess I
thought we had a lot in common."
"There will be other
girls," Rogue sighed, "probably even better."
“Other girls?” he
sighed, “Alex is a woman.” He exhaled
and rolled his eyes at Rogue.
"She's not like the others."
He thought of he kiss and that would be as close as he ever got to her
and his dream of her and wiped at his eye so Rogue wouldn't see the tear. "I need to be alone."
Rogue nodded her understanding of his
need for privacy and quickly left his room.
As soon as she closed the door behind her, she covered her mouth and ran
down the hall. Jubilee and Kitty
wondered what had gotten into Rogue and asked her what had happened.
“Oh my God, this is so wacked!” Rogue guffawed and held her sides.
“What? Tell us what happened in there?”
Jubilee said impatiently.
“Did he make a pass at you?” Kitty asked.
That made Rogue laugh all the harder
and she rushed them all further down the hall to make sure that Bobby couldn’t
hear them. Once at a safe distance
Rogue ‘fessed’ up, “Bobby is in love!”
With that news Jubilee and Kitty squealed with delight. “But she isn’t in love with him.” ‘Awws’ and a couple of snickers followed
that bit of news. “The best part is who
he is in love with.”
“Who?
Who is it?” Jubilee was about
ready to burst with curiosity.
“If Ah tell ya’ll, ya have ta promise
you won’t let him find out you know.”
Rogue searched her companion’s faces for signs of agreement, “Ah mean
it! Ya have ta promise now.”
“We promise,” Snickered Jubilee, and
Kitty crossed her heart, zipped her lip and threw away the key.
“Ok, He said he was in love with Alex
Adams.” Rogue confessed.
It was adventitious that they had
moved out of earshot from Bobby’s room because the ensuing laughter filled the
halls.
Henry took a deep breath
as he and Jean left Justice sleeping heavily in the other room.
Jean removed the mask from
around her neck and smiled, "you did fantastic."
He nodded but was still upset with
the mess Magneto had made of Justice's chest.
"Fate's Fool." He
sighed to himself.
"Excuse me," Jean said
removing her scrubs.
Beast shook his head knowing
Alex would understand. "This
should not have happened." He
ripped his own scrubs from his body and aimed them at the trash, disgusted at
the sight of his friend's blood upon them.
"You did your best, Henry," Jean
touched his shoulder lightly. "He
did his best too." She couldn't
believe this man had made it as far to help pilot the blackbird before he
passed out. "Everybody's
waiting."
He followed her in the direction of
the infirmary noticing Charles sitting outside of the door.
"He'll be fine, Charles,"
Henry said, watching Charles rub his jaw thoughtfully.
The professor smiled, "with you
as his doctor was there ever a doubt?"
He sighed and looked at them.
"We need to increase security in the nursery." He took a deeper breath, "Eric is
determined to get these children."
"Perhaps we should send young
Justin and baby Tyler away until this danger is past," Beast offered,
"he seems fond of mutants after all."
"That puts them at greater
risk. They should stay with us,"
Charles mumbled.
"They are mutant
too?" Jean asked quickly.
"Yes and so were their
parents," Charles met their eyes.
"You never did mention
this before Charles," Beast crossed his arms thoughtfully.
"To remain anonymous has
been in their best interest," He gave them a stern look, "and it
still is, which is why Justin agreed not to use his abilities here."
Beast and Jean nodded
understanding he couldn't tell them everything yet, "Would you like to sit
with you nephew for a while?"
Beast said as he held the door open for Charles's chair.
Charles nodded,
"Thank you, Henry." He made
his way to Justice and the sad sight he was.
Justice's chest was wrapped
tightly with bandages but that did stop the spots of red that shown
through. His eyes were shut and his
face didn't show the damage his body did.
Charles touched the bruise on Justice's temple and looked at the
equipment for an answer on his stats.
He only had gotten to know his nephew in a short amount of time but he
knew the man to be honest and kind.
He watched the heart monitor and was
glad to see a strong heartbeat. He held
Justice's hand and looked to the single sheet covering him from his waist
down. His hand was cold and Charles was
reminded of Justice's mother in her final days.
Charles had gone to see her just as Oliver
had. She had been a lovely lady who had
cared for her husband and brother in law deeply. She smiled at the fact that
Charles would always remove his shoes before coming into her home, even though
he sat in a wheelchair. She would talk
to him for hours and encourage him greatly.
She had told him he would be a wonderful teacher.
Allyson flashed through his mind and
Charles realized how much Allyson and Justice were like their mother. Ally had kissed his head in a fashion her
mother had done before. Alex had her
reserved nature and Justice and Ally seemed to carry her spirit. He laughed to himself thinking of how Hayley
was nothing like her mother and the only way Hayley could be linked to her
mother was by her matching raven colored hair.
Charles looked at Justice again, "I won't
fail you or your children again," he quietly told his late brother.
"Uncle Charles?"
He turned to see Jordan standing there
with a blanket and placed it on her father's bed.
Charles wiped his tears quickly, "how did
you get here, Jordan?"
She ignored the question, "Daddy's
cold."
Charles arranged the blanket over Justice's
lower body and pulled it as close to his chest as he dares.
"Will he get better?" The child looked at him with her eyes full
of tears. "You were thinking about
my grandmother?"
Charles chuckled, "You have an
extraordinary gift, Jordan." He
was amazed the child had gotten past him much less gotten into him mind.
"Daddy is like her?"
He nodded, "So is your
Aunt Ally."
"Daddy's going to die isn't
he?"
Charles wiped her tears and pulled
him onto her lap, "I don't think so Jordan," he held the child to him
and felt his own tears fall. There had
been enough death and the fact that Aramis had predicted a death made him wonder
if Justice would live.
Alex and Logan kept Storm smiling with
dumb Justice tales, and the others listened intently as they spoke of their
younger years.
"Some of your memories coming back to you
Logan?" Scott asked.
"Some," he nodded at Alex, "when
they talk about them, it seems to trigger more."
"That's wonderful." Storm said hoping things would settle. She knew he felt calmer having a family and
having roots, and a feeling of belonging would help anybody.
Kamikaze laughed, "Can we tease
Justice about these stories later?"
Alex shrugged, "in Justice's words,
'define tease'."
They all laughed and the door opened with
a tired looking Beast and Jean came in.
Logan shook Ally lightly who saw
Beast and flew to her feet.
Scott grabbed Hayley's shoulder,
Scott’s hand flew back, and everyone looked at him. "She shocked me,"
Scott said rubbing his hand.
Alex came closer and shook her
sister with no problem and Hayley looked at them bleary eyed.
Beast watched them closely still
worried about them having been captive.
Jean moved closer to look at her but she
blinked and kept her gaze on Beast, "How's Just?"
"I think he will eventually make a
full recovery," Beast smiled.
"This is what happened," he said producing an X-ray from a
folder and clipping it to the lighted board.
"The simple piece of metal flew into his shoulder but somewhere
along the line," he pointed to the scattered dots in the X-ray, "Eric
must have gotten angry and moved the metal inside of his chest."
Alex stared at it amazed and Ally
crossed her arms thoughtful as Hayley and Storm made their way closer.
"It looks like it exploded,"
Alex sighed.
"In a matter of speaking," he
sighed looking at her, "it did."
"How could've the kid gotten so
far?" Logan asked.
"We don't know when Eric 'exploded'
the metal." Beast sighed. He certainly hadn't expected anybody to make
it that far.
"Did you get it all?" Ally asked and felt Hayley's hand on her
shoulder.
Beast sighed, "I hope so." He looked at the worried, "we will be
taking more X-rays."
Alex got a closer look, "this is very
close to his heart and lungs."
"He must have really pissed Magneto
off," Scott said lowly looking at the x-ray.
Wolverine scoffed, "that ain’t hard
to do, Junior."
"He is going to need more surgery
isn't he?" Hayley let her tears
fall. "This is far more serious
than you are letting on, Blue boy."
Beast's eyebrows flew up. He hadn't expected somebody who would call
him 'blue boy' to think of that first.
"Yes it is, at the very least he has some serious recovery time
ahead of him."
Ally narrowed her eyes, "What
can we do?"
"It's up to Justice." Beast moved closer to the worried
group. "The professor is with him
now.”
Storm blew her nose and Scott put
his arm around her, realizing she had remained quiet in respect for his
family. "May we tell the others
now? Can we see him Henry?"
"Of course, on both counts,
Ororo," he smiled at her. "I
will see if he can be moved but until then one person may go with me."
The triplets looked among themselves and
back to Beast. "Storm," they
all said together.
"In that case," he went to Storm
and put his hand on hers, "would you like to be alone with him for a few
minutes before I come in?"
She nodded grateful and walked out
at a brisk pace to see Justice.
Ally buried her head in Logan's
chest and let her tears fall as she felt him rubbing her back.
Alex moved to Beast slowly until he folded
her into his arms and kissed her head.
Hayley sat in the chair near by wondering where
Remy was and found Kamikaze sitting next to her,
He looked at her and smiled, "he will be
fine, God protects nuts you know."
Hayley grinned and let Kamikaze hold her hand,
"Where's Remy?" She asked to
the room in general.
Ally sighed and looked at Logan and turned to Hayley,
"your over protective brother in law chased him out."
"I didn't tell him he had to go," he
scoffed.
"No, you both kept passing dirty looks for
no good reason," Ally scoffed.
Logan continued to look oblivious to
Ally’s allegations.
Hayley sat down and shook her head. “You can be such a butthead sometimes, Lo.”
She stared at the floor and wondered how
someone as strong as her brother could be so gravely injured. Her eyelids drooped as she started to fall asleep
again.
Rayne chuckled as she watched her brother
saunter down an isle in the grocery store juggling some canned goods.
Remy turned around with a roguish grin under his
sunglasses, "t'ink dis would cheer dem up some back home?"
“Not sure about cheerin’ dem up, dey
seemed pretty glum, but Ah’m sure yo’d get more’n a few strange looks.”
Gambit added another can to the whirling
mass, “Ye Yaille! An artist is never appreciated.” At that, Rayne snickered and tossed another can at him. He scrambled at first to set that one in
motion but in a few seconds, all the cans were flying rhythmically through the
air.
Rayne looked at him thoughtfully, "Ah wish you
didn't have to wear those sunglasses," she wrinkled her nose, "hard
ta see what you’re thinkin’?"
Remy caught all the cans easily as children began to
circle him staring and giggling. He
bent down to them with a smile, “Yo’ like da show little ones?”
Rayne slowed the grocery cart as she watched him with
the small children making them laugh with the slightest gesture, ‘he’d make
a good pappa.’ Then she fancied the
thought of that child having Hayley's eyes, she frowned then sighed. ‘As long as it’s Remy’s Ah said Ah’d love
it. And who knows, maybe I’d turn out
more like Alex or Ally.’
"Where's yo' pahrents chile," he asked the little
boy who was left after he put the cans down.
The child squinted at him then looked down and pointed
to his pants.
"Give it up Rem," Rayne snickered, "De adults ‘round here hardly
understand us much less de bebes."
He stood and smiled, "Imp understands
me." He winked at her.
The little boy continued to stare as his mother came
and took him by the hand.
Rayne looked up at the woman and smiled, "Don
worry none Madame, we were jus’ askin’ him where yo’ were."
"I'm sorry," the woman pushed her hair from
her face feeling overwhelmed. "Is
he bothering you?" Then she looked
at the boy as she juggled the toddler in her arms. "Kenny, you have to stop running off and bothering
people."
Remy smiled as the mother pulled her son to the
shopping cart, "No bother, really."
"Thank you," the woman said with a smile and
put him into the cart with his little brother.
The younger brother then started poking his finger at his older brothers
stomach saying belly, repeatedly.
Rayne watched as an older girl in purple ballet
tights joined them with her hair up in a bun and a box of Power-puff cereal in
her hands, “Please mom. Please can I
have it? Pease!”
The mother sighed, “All that sugar isn’t
good for you, girl friend.” To which
the girl started crying.
At the same time, the older brother in
the cart shoved the younger brother telling him to shut up and stop poking him.
The younger brother punched the older
brother back and both started screaming and crying. The woman excused herself and herded the group away.
Remy laughed, "Well, maybe Ah don’ want dat many
children. And mine would behave in a
store unlike dose monsters.”
"Remy!"
Rayne squealed and swatted his arm.
He dodged aside to avoid any further
whacks, stuck his hands above his head, wriggled his fingers and stuck his
tongue out saying, “ Nah nah yo’ can’t catch me!”
Rayne bolted around the side of the cart
and chased him down the isle. On he ran
across the back of the store until he reached a low frozen food container
situated in the isle. He put the freezer
in between himself and his charging sister who slid to a stop and considered leaping
over.
Remy grinned at her and then up walked a
store employee who told them there was no running in the store. The siblings laughed and said some choice
words in Cajun French smiling at the clerk all the while. They didn’t mind really, they were just
having some fun.
Rayne turned to her brother, "Yo’ll
make a good poppa someday, chere."
"If Ah get ta be a poppa at all," he sighed.
Rayne's eyes sparkled mischievously, "Well, if
Hayley don' give yo’ one, Dere’s plenty other fish in de sea."
Remy shook his head as he dropped bags of rice in the
cart, "Still at it, hanh? Thought
you said yo’ wouldn’t do that anymore?"
Rayne grabbed a hold of the cart and started off down the
isle, "Just teasin' Rem," she stopped and grabbed some spices off the
shelf. “Ah hope someday you’ll find
someone an have a fam’ly." Remy
hugged her around the shoulders and she laughed, "Ah'm glad you don't want
a bunch of dem though," She pointed to where the woman had
disappeared with her three children.
"Or Ah'd be stickin’ dem to da walls with Velcro ta keep track a
dem all."
"Only if dey as much trouble as you were, chere,"
he joked.
Rayne sniffed, “Ah wasn’t any trouble was
Ah?”
“Trouble an den some,” He quipped and
backed out of her reach.
She stopped walking and stared at the
floor, “Ah guess Ah never really thanked you for saving ma life.” She was very young when she was abandoned on
the streets of New Orleans. Had it not
been for Remy finding her and taking care of her she surely would have
died. He was young at the time as well
and had already been living on the streets.
“You weren’t dat much trouble,
chere.” He recalled the day he first
saw her. She was rummaging around in a
dumpster behind Tipitina’s. She was
very thin and when she saw him she jumped out of the dumpster and bolted. It took him two days to find her again, and
it took five more days before she trusted him enough to let him near. Or was it that she was so starved she didn’t
have the strength left to resist his efforts. ‘She always was a skittery
thing.’ Then a thought hit
him. Even then she was kind of rat
like.
"Ah hate not seeing your eyes, Rem," she groaned
again staring at his shades.
"Want ta know what Ah'm thinking, den ask me," he
smiled.
Rayne scoffed, "Like you gon' tell de
truth."
He chuckled and stopped mid-stride and Rayne ran into
him with the cart.
"Remy, Yo' all right?" She inquired, as he stood motionless.
He held his hand up, "Ally said Justice is out of
surgery," he swallowed hard, "we gotta get back."
"Dat bad?"
"She said he's outta de woods for now," he
frowned.
Rayne nodded as they began to throw the rest of
the ingredients quickly into the cart.
When the cashier finished ringing up the sale Remy reached for his
wallet and couldn’t find it. He patted
down all his pockets and his jacket.
Rayne snickered a little and produced a
mans wallet out of her own pocket, “Here Remy, dis one’s on me.” Gambit’s jaw dropped as she paid the bill
and she gave him a cocky grin that exceeded his best.