Remy "Gambit" LeBeau

@ sixwordstories

2012-07-06T02:46:30Z

Takes epic skill to wear leather.

For sixwordstories @ noiredeluxure

2010-06-02T03:38:47Z

Alcohol and nicotine. Preferrably in excess.

For sixwordstories @ noiredeluxure

2010-06-01T10:18:45Z

Putain de merde, c'est des conneries!

For sixwordstories @ noiredeluxure

2010-05-30T08:19:01Z

LINK: Only untouchable to chicken shit pansies.

RP @ noiredeluxure | Familiar faces return

2010-05-23T02:08:02Z

LINK: Pyro had no idea what he was thinking. Well, he knew a little of what he was thinking. He was thinking about Sage and getting into her panties. He was thinking about the friends he'd left behind. He was thinking that maybe - just maybe - he'd had his rebel without a cause moment, and it was time to find out just where he really belonged. He was still sitting behind the wheel of the rental car as he tapped his fingers of one hand against the steering wheel, and flicked the cap of his lighter up and down with his other hand. It was the same lighter he'd had for years, the one thing that had meant the world to him...

OOC | [verse] luxure - transitions to noiredeluxure

2010-05-23T01:51:52Z

Remy and Rogue's [verse] luxure (canon) is now moving in it's entirety to a new comm constructed based on their world created in that verse:

noiredeluxure

As they managed to collect X-Men and Marvel canon mate muses along the way, this verse had grown and thrived to the point it became necessary for us to move it all to a comm of its own for us to be able to follow the plot from this point on. I will attempt to log all relevant prompts here via Remy's journal, and also any musebysentence, musebyrp and sixwordstories threads Remy starts. However, this whole verse and plot will now be continuously played out at noiredeluxure, which has now become Remy's MAIN VERSE.

More info on the comm and the characters can be found HERE.

For sixwordstories

2010-05-09T09:49:19Z

LINK: Someone is really going to die.

For sixwordstories

2010-05-05T10:26:20Z

LINK: Merde! Which connard stole my smokes?

musebysentence | 75.2. Dinner

2010-04-28T08:13:11Z

LINK: When Rogue looked up and caught him blatantly and shamelessly perving on her across the dining room, he couldn't help but slipping his tongue out and trailing it slowly and suggestively along the back of his spoon, his red eyes locked deviously with hers.

musebysentence | 66.9. Private Dancer (Artwork)

2010-03-15T10:41:43Z

LINK: There was nothing more arousing to the Cajun than claiming a woman, marking her, and taking her with every fibre of his being as he felt her lose control beneath him.

For musebyrp

2010-02-28T03:27:41Z

LINK: It's not satisfying unless there is sweat or blood.

[ooc: Going to get his voice back if it kills me!]

With strips4u | Be careful what you wish for

2009-12-10T03:48:57Z

[CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT]

Flynn had been worrying that he had maybe lost his touch as an escort. The money was awesome and he still had a little black book full of regular clients with regular bookings. Getting work was never going to be the issue for him, but faceless fuck after faceless fuck had him viewing each job like a conveyor belt of tits and ass that he serviced over and over and over again. This time of year, his schedule doubled with his clients wanting him for Christmas parties and corporate holiday celebrations. It was surreal to think that it was a year ago almost to the day that Harri hired him, and she met her billionaire business man, who turned out to be undercover FBI or some shit, and now she was practically married to the bloke with a new kid to show for it. Had it really just been one fucking year?

So much had happened that Flynn almost couldn't keep up. It seemed to all start when Remy got shot just a couple of months before Christmas last year. The three of them had some sort of weird, eccentric comfort zone together until then. The threesome worked, so long as there wasn't any talk of commitment. Flynn couldn't exactly be faithful while he was being paid to fuck other people, and Remy just wouldn't commit. He never made a secret of it, either, so it wasn't like they didn't know what they were getting in to. He wouldn't commit, and his job could take him away at the drop of a hat. And it did, and he got himself shot and nearly killed in the process. The months following that were even more strange. Remy's recovery was long, and oddly enough, while he was incapacitated, he actually let himself get closer to them in almost a sort of commitment, just without labelling it. That's when Flynn suspected Maddie started to get comfortable with the situation. She wanted it to just be the three of them and Flynn worried she was getting to used to having the Remy he was whilst injured. It wasn't that he changed, he just subdued and it gave them a glimpse of what could possibly he if he was interested in being exclusive with them. It was a taste, and Maddie liked it. Flynn wasn't sure how he felt about it. If Remy didn't want to commit, so be it. But he did get admittedly comfortable. It was a bit of a shock to the system when Remy regained his full pre-shooting strength and went back to work. Maddie and Flynn found themselves without the Cajun to take care of, and said Cajun's behaviour started to get elusive again. He would keep coming back to them, but there was very little indication what he did when he wasn't home.

That was why, when he suddenly just didn't come home one, and any day in the weeks following it, neither Maddie nor Flynn knew what to think. Had he left them? Had he just gone on a mission for work and not come back? Did he get killed without his team's knowledge? Even his closest, Rogue, had no idea, but she refused to believe Remy would just up and walk out on her daughter, especially after he had spent months helping out whilst Rogue's husband battled cancer. Even to that minute, Flynn knew Rogue was staying at the X-Men HQ and in the midst of a search for Remy. Beyond that, Flynn knew nothing. He stopped pursuing anymore information. Remy walked out on them. He warned them in the early days he might get bored, and no matter how hard Flynn tried to think otherwise, it was just the most likely scenario. He knew Rogue and his baby goddaughter were important to Remy, but he also knew the Cajun could never sit still for long. He was a survivor. If he wanted to disappear, he would know exactly how to do it without being located.

And as the days veered into weeks, Flynn just moved on and tried to urge Maddie to do the same. He knew it was harder for her. She had been the one to originally meet Remy at her strip club, and she had fallen in love with him pretty quickly. It had just been convenient that Flynn fell into the mix and they had a chemistry together, but for him, it mostly just started as a lust for Remy more than a love. The guy was hot, and fucking fantastic in the sack, or out of it, depending on what mood they were in. It maybe did turn into love when Remy was hurt and became reliant on them, but always niggling at the back of Flynn's mind had been the wariness that Remy might not be there for as long as they were content to settle. And that's exactly what had happened. The Cajun disappeared without a trace, leaving Flynn and Maddie to try and pick up the pieces. They didn't know whether to stay in a relationship, or go back to just being best friends with benefits. Flynn picked up his full schedule again, and Maddie kept going with her business. They both went back to their own apartments, leaving Remy's that they had moved into with him empty. They spent most days together, back and forth between each others apartments, but nothing really managed to feel like it did before Remy came into their lives. It had now come to it that they just didn't talk about him, and pretended everything was okay. They didn't talk about whether they should be in a relationship or not, they didn't talk about what was supposed to be. They just went day to day, both busy with their work, and let each day and then each week melt into one another.

But it was night now, and Flynn's client that had a keen taste for orgies had booked his services again. Flynn almost felt tired thinking about it. He had gone to one a few weeks earlier, but apparently eight people were supposed to participate had lunched together earlier in the day and ended up with food poisoning. Instead, Flynn just ended up fucking her in the back of her limo and he ended up having a mostly early night. He still made sure she paid for the whole time he was booked, though. All his clients knew that was how he operated and it with the bank balances they nurtured, they could afford it. But the plan tonight was apparently a whole new ball game. It wasn't just going to be nine corporate king pins wanting to indulge in some sexual fetishes by way of an orgy. This was intense stuff and Flynn could hardly see through the haze of smoke in the large loft decked out like a brothel. All the lights had red globes in them, giving the room an eerie feel, with red and black silk draped around the walls. There were luxurious red velvet couches around the room, with mattresses littered on the floor here and there. Flynn was a smoker, but this was enough to almost give him lung cancer from secondhand smoke. When they first entered the room, he couldn't see the sex, but he could hear it, and he could smell it. There must have been thirty or forty people in the room. This was definitely serious business. His client was already feeling him up, trying to get her hands down his pants, kissing his throat. No kissing on the lips. Another thing all his clients were well made aware of before he agreed to booking them. He might be a professional escort and stripper, but even Flynn suddenly felt slightly out of his depth as he reflexively started to feel her up and hitch up her expensive evening gown whilst still trying to take in the scene.

An orgy wasn't about one-on-one, though, and they soon had company. Three other woman came up to join his client and he was pulled to one of the sofas and they were stripped naked, no time wasted. It was time for Flynn to just stop thinking and start doing. He had to set aside his curiosity or caution and give the woman what she was paying for. And she was paying for him to fuck any number of other people in this room. He was going to really need to pass out in exhaustion for a few days after this. Determination kicked in and he got to the job. A couple of hours soon passed and he was in the middle of a tangle of arms, legs, tits, and tongues, one woman riding him, while he fingered another and a third sucking on his throat like it was Ben & Jerry's latest ice cream flavour. The room was oppressive and he was sweating heavily, but he just kept thinking of the pay packet. She was paying him extensively for his time that night.

"I hear you're an expert in your field, love," a husky voice with a thick British accent suddenly purred into his ear, and it wasn't a female voice. It was enough to catch Flynn's attention, and for a moment, he almost thought he recognised it, but not quite. He turned his head and found his eyes locked with very, very familiar red ones.

Remy.

Flynn nearly jumped through the roof and he choked on a gasp of shock, the smoke catching in his throat and feeling like it was burning his sinuses. He pushed the naked woman off his lap abruptly so he could turn to see better. "Remy," he said hoarsely, staring up at the other man and feeling like his whole body was frozen. No one else had those eyes, that face, those lips. Flynn's eyes rapidly slipped down Remy's naked body and but he couldn't for the life of him suddenly remember any distinct marks the Cajun would have. But he had the shooting scar on his back. He needed to see his back.

The other man merely laughed slightly and then there was that familiar smirk as a joint was put to his lips for a slow drag. He blew the smoke out into Flynn's face. "Remy? Is that a new position I haven't heard about?" There was no Cajun accent, and he merely afforded the woman a glance, an eyebrow slightly quirked in some sort of silent demand and then they were gone, leaving Flynn alone on the sofa. He was still leaning over Flynn's shoulder and slowly, seductively ran his free hand down over Flynn's chest and stomach to reach his cock, which he gripped and gave a tight, purposeful squeeze. "I've been hearing about your immaculate skills all night, love, and bloody hell do I want a piece of you. And you're going to give it to me. Right here, right now..." he purred and traced his tongue down over Flynn's jaw, coming dangerous close to his lips.

Flynn was breathing heavily and feeling very much like someone had smacked him in the head. This was Remy. It had to be Remy. But why was he fucking with him, acting like he didn't know who he was? And what was with the fucking English accent? There wasn't a hint of Cajun, not a hint of Cajun endearments that usually littered Remy's speech. But by-fucking-God, that was exactly Remy's grip and Flynn nearly came just from that one touch. "What are you fucking playing at?" he suddenly hissed, putting his hand on Remy's chest to push him away so he could still see his face. "Why are you doing this? You fuck off for months and expect me to play along with your sick little joke? Why didn't you call or... something? Just fucking something!"

"I think you're mistaking me for someone else, love. But thanks for the sentiments," the other man answered in amusement, still keeping a firm grip on Flynn's cock. He didn't give Flynn any warning before he leaned in and kissed him roughly, almost bruisingly, with enough force to push Flynn's head back against the sofa and his nails dug slightly into flesh at the base of Flynn's hard cock. Despite his discontent, Flynn's erection hadn't waned. In fact, Remy's rough and forceful treatment just had him as hard as a rock and wanting to fuck him like there was no tomorrow.

But he managed to pull out of the kiss again, looking up into Remy's eyes in confusion. "Who are you?" he finally asked, dumbfounded. Maybe he should play along. This had to be Remy, but he had never heard Remy talk like this before, and his act was extremely good. What reason would Remy have to fuck around with him like this, too? None at all. If Remy wanted to fuck Flynn, he would have just done it. Shit, Flynn really needed to see the other man's back. He had to see that scar.

"You can call me Ace," was the clipped answer. He released his grip from Flynn's cock and sauntered around the sofa, shaking his head slowly. "I'm disappointed, love. Are you going to make me just help myself?" he threatened, his red eyes flashing slightly as he leaned over Flynn, pushing his legs apart. He caught Flynn's lips with his own and then bit down hard, drawing blood before he started to kiss him roughly again. This time, he broke the kiss and smirk down at Flynn, tilting his head. "You really don't want it rough, do you? I'm told you've had every woman in this room. I know you're not shy."

Flynn's heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Yeah, Remy liked it rough, but he was never bordering on violence like this. There was something dangerous in his voice and his eyes that really was scaring Flynn. If this was Remy, something was very, very wrong. Maybe Remy had some other bastard twin brother out there he didn't know about? Flynn's mind was whirring and he couldn't get it to stop on any one thing. All he could absorb were the eyes and the familiarity of Remy's touch. But he seized his moment and his hands went to the guy's back. There it was. His fingers brushed over some scarring down one side of his back. This was Remy. And this was either one very sick joke, or Remy had no idea who he really was. But Flynn knew this whole situation could take a bad turn if he didn't play along either way. And as he sat there, pinned under this... Ace... he realised that his own slightly dangerous streak was reciprocating. His hands moved down to the guy's firm ass, squeezing painfully with his own devious smirk. Whether this was Remy or not, he was enough like the Cajun to matter. Flynn wanted to fuck him, and he would worry about the how, why and what the fuck later.

Word Count | 2,513

For 5to10words

2009-11-10T08:53:32Z

LINK: Birthdays: nothing but a reason for food smut to get more creative.

15.9. Good and bad

2009-09-04T11:00:19Z

"When I'm good, I'm very, very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better."

LINK: When she asked him if he planned their training session to turn into hot angry wall sex, he merely smirked, telling her she was lucky she wasn't his enemy.

5.1. Problem

2009-08-02T02:11:30Z

LINK: Only if you make it one.

musebysentence | 1.8. Love

2009-07-18T04:44:55Z

LINK: He didn't believe in it, until he met her...

Déconner...

2009-06-09T04:34:13Z

You Are From Mars

You're energetic, athletic, and totally hyperactive.

You love playing sports and being in the middle of all of the action.

You're independent, courageous, and brave. You aren't afraid to do things your way.

As Mars, you can be reckless, quick tempered, and a little too spontaneous.

So think before you act - and resist your natural urges to dominate others.

What Planet Are You From?

Fitting

2009-05-20T21:58:23Z

You Are Red

You are lively and fiery. You embrace the world and live passionately.

You are moody but generally enthusiastic. You love so many things.

You are able to have a lot of drive and focus. Some people would call this obsession.

You are aggressive about getting what you want in life. You look out for yourself first.

What Primary Color Are You?

It really is a very fine ass

2009-05-10T02:07:43Z

Your Butt Says You're Competitive

You are a powerful, assertive person. You are a go-getter in all aspects of your life.

You are not afraid to flirt and show off what you've got. At times, you can be a bit full of yourself.

You find close relationships and romance difficult. You don't feel like you'll ever meet your true soulmate.

You are friendly and self-assured. You're not one to brag, but you're quite happy with yourself overall.

You tend to be a serious, straight laced kind of person. It takes you a while to warm up and let loose.

What Does Your Butt Say About You?

charloft | I'd rather be wearing sweet FA

2009-04-30T04:22:13Z

Tell us what you're wearing

just_1_word | 26.8. Beginning

2009-04-20T09:52:42Z

26.8. Beginning

Co-written with justalilcontact | Past-Scene

The sound of a motorcycle coming up the drive had drawn Rogue from the games room, a tingle of anticipation going through her as she thought of Logan. She'd been waiting for months for him to come back, but this was the first time she'd heard a motorbike come up the drive. She stopped though as she saw unfamiliar figure dressed in head to toe leather. Bobby had been left in the games room to play whatever the hell he'd been playing with John, while Rogue had sat there staring into space. She didn't usually have a problem hanging out with the boys, but today she hadn't felt like being their audience as they focused on video games, and squabbling.

She walked towards the stranger, hips dipping and swaying in her jeans she adjusted her gloves and arched an eyebrow. "Can I help ya?" No one else seemed to feel like greeting the guy, even if one of the kids was standing at his feet and looking up into the dark sunglasses the guy wore. She gently touched her hand to Danny's shoulder and smiled down at him. "Better go find somethin' else to do, sugar. Don't think this man wants to be stared at all day." The kid ran off and left her alone with the leather-clad guy. If he was here because of the X-Men, at least he wouldn't feel so out of place in the uniform.

Behind the dark glasses, Remy of course was checking her out. He was tugging his leather gloves off as he glanced around the place. Xavier's. It looked like the right place, according to the description Logan had offered. Whether the other man was here or not remained to be seen. It wasn't like Remy had busted his arse to get here after Logan suggested he come. In fact, it had been months since that conversation in a smokey bar, Remy instead choosing to head back to New Orleans rather than following Wolverine's advice. A smirk soon appeared. "I'm sure you can, mon cherie," he replied in his thick Cajun accent. If they were all this hot, he could definitely see himself sticking around.

Rogue was still curious about what his eyes looked like, but she supposed he had reasons for keeping the sunglasses on. Liked looking cool. She snorted with amusement as she put her hands on her hips. "I ain't a mind reader, sugar, so ya gonna have to be a little more specific. Not all of us are lucky just to have telepathy." That accent had already sent a shiver up her spine, and she was grateful that Bobby would remain ignorant. She already had enough problems with her boyfriend. She didn't need him seeing her becoming attracted to some stranger. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Remy tucked his gloves into his pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes with a silver lighter. "I'm looking for Logan, mon ami. He politely suggested I drop by," he added, even if that was very far from how the scene had played out. There weren't very many polite things between him and Logan, and probably never would be. He was still watching her as he slipped a smoke between his lips, and when he lit up, he continued to watch her over the top of the flame.

Rogue smirked. "Politely, huh? Same way he politely tells Scott to go fuck himself when he tries to get Logan to teach a class? Clearly ya either don't know Logan, or you're the one bein' polite. He ain't here. Still tryin' to track down his past in Canada. I thought the motorbike was him, but I guess it was really you."

"Polite, sarcastic..." Remy returned, waving his hand dismissively. Canada made sense. Damnit. Typical the bastard wouldn't be here. He blew a small pool of smoke away from her and took a few steps further into the room, still analysing it all. He didn't know if he wanted to stay here. A place this big full of snotty kids? It hardly seemed his scene. "Do you know when he'll be back, belle?" he asked.

Rogue watched him curiously, still wondering what Logan had been telling the guy. "Nope. That's kinda why I'm goin' crazy waitin'. I don't even know if he's okay, but I guess if he talked to ya, he must be. How long ago did ya see him? I'm Rogue, by the way."

Remy paused in his perusal of the interior of the school and breached the gap between them again. He hadn't missed the fact she was wearing gloves, so he didn't hesitate in catching her hand in his. "Rogue, huh?" he murmured and then dipped his head to kiss the back of her hand. "Gambit," he introduced himself.

Rogue tried not to let her jaw drop at the gesture, or let a goofy smile blossom. Instead, she just tucked one of her streaks behind her ear. "You always this smooth, Gambit?"

Remy rose again with another smirk. "That's something you're just going to have to find out, chaton," he told her and lifted his sunglasses to his head, the smoke still nestled expertly between his fingers. His red eyes flashed in amusement as he released her hand and he slowly wet his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat as she saw his red eyes. They didn't scare her, it was the opposite. It was strange how strongly in that moment she felt like Remy was here for her, and no other reason. She'd never felt anything like it. Certainly not with Bobby. "I... um," she stumbled over her thoughts, trying to work out what wanted to make it out of her mouth first, "there's a lake..." Rogue wanted to slap herself.

Remy quirked his eyebrow. "You want me to go jump in it?" he asked with a laugh. "To think I didn't even try to piss you off, amour." He reached over and ashed his cigarette in one of the pot plants.

She shook her head, and gave herself a mental kick. "No, I thought I better start listing the positives of this place just in case you wanted a tour."

Remy took another look at the school and shrugged. "I wasn't sure I was going to stay, cherie," he admitted. "Logan was expecting me, only he issued the invite over a year ago. Let's just say I'm not very punctual. I'm not sure this is exactly my, uh... cup of tea." It was a fucking school. Why would he want to go to school? Logan never mentioned it was a school, just a place he might get help if he ever found himself needing it. Cheeky connard.

"Oh." Rogue couldn't help the way her whole mood seemed to deflate at that piece of information. If this guy knew Logan though, she shouldn't be surprised if the guy wasn't going to stick around. "Too bad, sugar. Coulda been interestin'."

"Could've been," Remy agreed. He really wasn't finding any plans to stick around if Logan wasn't going to be here. Why should he? The only reason he had even come was Logan had told him about the X-Men, seeming to think Remy might have something to offer at this Xavier's. "Other than the lake, is there anything that could possibly attract me to stay?"

Rogue smiled at him. "We only just met, Gambit. Don't ya think it's a little rude to just disappear before I even get to find out anythin' about ya?"

"Why would you want to know about me, cherie?" Remy asked her, smirking. "I might not be very interesting, and I might be here for less than innocent purposes. Are you sure you don't have anything better to do with your time?"

Rogue shrugged, and slipped her gloved hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she thrust her chest forward a little. "Why wouldn't I wanna know? You just kinda seem interestin'. I think the last thing you are is borin'. I know borin' people, and you definitely ain't one of 'em. Innocent's overrated, and no... I don't. Not while Logan's gone."

Remy raised his eyebrows warily. "Are you and Logan romantically involved?" he asked, trying to connect the dots here.

This time her jaw did drop. "I--what?" Then she made a face as she shook her head. "No. Definitely not."

Remy laughed. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be stepping on any toes here."

Rogue shook her head. "There is no toe stepping. Not with Logan. He's like... my big brother. Okay, so he's growly and hot, and saved my life, but it's not like that. He likes Dr Grey."

"And who do you like, mon belle?" Remy asked her smoothly. He stubbed his cigarette out on the stair railing and flicked it in the general direction of the pot plant. He wasn't actually following Rogue's train of thought clearly. He was a total stranger, someone Logan had bumped into in some random location in what felt like the middle of nowhere. Logan seemed to be able to sniff out the fact he was a mutant, and his suspicions were confirmed when a card game ended with Remy basically taking out his opponent with a Six of Hearts. Charles Xavier could help, apparently. Under the guise of dragging Remy's arse to a school. He might - maybe - be a little off balance with the whole situation. No way was he going to show any weakness, though.

Rogue glanced over her shoulder towards the game room and shifted her feet awkwardly. She should have just answered with Bobby, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to tell Gambit that. He was a stranger and she owed him nothing, so why was she so concerned with impressing him? "Ya could always stay for the Danger Room. Ain't anythin' like it anywhere. Plus I'll make ya cookies."

"Danger Room?" Remy scratched his forehead with his thumb. "I'm not sure I'm supposed to be here without Logan, cherie. He didn't exactly tell me much about this place."

Rogue held out her hand for him. "So let me give ya the tour, sugar."

Set post X-Men movie, part one. Part of Remy and Rogue's verse: luxure

Word Count | 1,706

[NSFW] Morning after | RP with justalilcontact

2009-04-19T02:30:21Z

[Follows THIS]

LINK: Rogue wasn't sure what time it was when she stirred again. She couldn't remember falling asleep, but the sunshine filled her room, no longer just early morning light. It had to be at least lunchtime. She moaned in protest, hiding her face with her hair so she didn't have to look at the clock. A strong arm was still wrapped around her middle, and she ran her gloved hand over it to see if she could tell by feel that it was Gambit's.

She had to be sure, just in case someone else had slipped into her bed. She didn't think anyone had the same death with as Remy though, and she was grateful. Events from earlier started to slowly filter through her mind and she smiled at the memories. Her fist time hadn't been anything like she'd imagined, but it wasn't the awful event Remy seemed to have been preparing her for.

She bit her lip and tried to carefully move in his hold so she could face him without any skin touching. She still had on her bodystocking, so it was more their faces she had to worry about. She pushed her hair back out of her face and found his red eyes already on her.

"Mornin', sugar," she drawled, her accent always thicker when she first woke up...

... life's short

2009-04-18T03:35:36Z

No one's invincible.

dontdotricks @ 2009-04-15T19:27:00

2009-04-15T09:28:12Z

Your Fireworks Say You're Impassioned

You are deeply passionate about a few things in your life.

Everything else, you couldn't care less about.

Your passions tend to hold steady over time. If anything, they intensify.

Once you hold on to something (or someone), you don't let go!

The Fireworks Test

just_1_word | 20.6. Family

2009-04-09T08:50:01Z

20.6. Family

Co-written with justalilcontact | Follows THIS

Contains spoilers for House, M.D. episode 5x20

Rogue sat with her head against Remy's shoulder as she watched him hold Mia, keeping close by to make sure if he didn't want to hold her any longer he could hand her back. Rogue was quietly pleased, though. Mia apparently loved being in her godfather's arms, keeping quiet the whole time. Made Rogue wonder if the two had struck some kind of deal, or if maybe Mia just knew Remy was there to look after her, and not let anything happen to her.

"Thanks for comin', sugar," she said quietly as she let Mia hold onto her finger. It still amazed her that her daughter could touch her skin and nothing happened. "I know it was probably hard to get away. I don't mean to keep draggin' ya back to Princeton, but I really needed to talk to ya face to face."

Rogue hadn't been able to call Remy other than to ask him to come here if he could, not game enough to try and tell him over the phone about her husband's diagnosis. She had never been able to keep much from Remy, and she had the crazy idea that if she told him in person, then maybe she wouldn't break down in tears. She'd spent the day watching Spongebob just like Chase had suggested, stopping long enough to ask her best friend over. Chase had come back from the funeral a little while ago, and was now asleep in their bed upstairs. Part of her wanted to just go and lie with him, but she had to talk to Remy first.

Remy nodded, but his eyes were intent on Rogue. In fact, they hadn't left her face since they sat down and she handed the bebe over to him. He was getting used to that side of things. It was almost like his mind had decided that it wasn't really a baby, it was Rogue's kid, so that made all the difference in the world. She didn't cry half as much he anticipated she would and so long as he didn't have to deal with the diaper thing too often, he was cool with it. Only, the odd phone call from Rogue had immediately set his senses peaking. He knew something was wrong and there was no question that he would immediately come to Princeton if she asked. He had promised, after all, that he would if she ever needed him. Right now, he could hardly think on the fact he was nursing a newborn infant in his arms. "Has something happened, mon amour?" he asked her quietly. "Where's your surgeon?" To be honest, he had a slight worry maybe the doctor had walked out on her, but when he got here, it didn't feel like that. It felt much worse.

"He's asleep," she answered softly as she wet her lips and pulled back enough to meet Remy's gaze for the first time since he got there. Mostly she'd been looking at Mia, or her hands, or her lap... anywhere but at Remy. She needed to bide time to find the courage to bring up the Doc's sickness. "He gets tired a lot at the moment... He, um, he's got... I found a lump on one of his testicles. He had it checked out, and it was cancer. But the cancer's already stage two. He's... he's had it for a while, I guess. We just didn't realise."

Very little generally shocked Remy and very little rendered him speechless. But this was one of them. His mouth dropped open a little and he just stared at her, stunned. Whatever he had been ticking over in his mind about what could be wrong with Rogue, it didn't even touch this. "Is he going to... is he...?" he stammered, the question even failing to form wholly. "Mon cherie..." he said quietly and wrapped his free arm around her protectively, pulling her against him.

Rogue buried her face against Remy's shoulder, and squeezed her eyes shut as she ignored the tears. "I don't know..." she mumbled. "He's gotta have his testicle removed, then he's gotta have treatment. It's gonna get bad, Remy. Really bad, before we'll even know if he's better. He doesn't know if--he can't tell me if he's gonna make it. No one can. Remy, I can't lose him!"

Remy rested his cheek against her head, keeping a secure hold around her and somehow managing to keep the baby nursed in his other arm. "How are you holding up?" he asked her. "Do you need anything? Want anything? Have talked to anyone about it? When is the surgery? You won't do this alone, belle. I promise you that. Whatever you need, you've both got it."

"I'm scared... I can't stop thinkin' about what I'm gonna do if I lose him. I'm gonna look after him, though. I can't let him do this alone. And I can't do it without ya, sugar. I really need ya. I don't want just anyone. Lachlan and all our friends have offered their support, and I love 'em for it, but I need you. I don't even know what I need, or want besides just havin' ya here."

Remy drew a small breath and let it out heavily. "I think he might need you to think more about the fact he's still here and has a lot on his plate to fight through it. You know I've never been one for questionable crap, but I do believe in the power of suggestion, cherie. If you keep thinking you're going to lose him, you'll struggle to remember that you still have him," he told her quietly, rubbing her arm. "I'll be here for whatever you need me, but so will your other friends. They are to your doctor what I am to you. The more people around to support, the less weight the fight will be on him. Think of the team on a mission, belle. It's exactly the same thing."

"I know, and I'm gettin' better. I spent this mornin' dressin' him for a funeral, and all I was focused on was him bein' here with me, and all the small moments. I don't know if I ever loved him more than in that moment. Weird, huh? I wanna be with him every second." Rogue rubbed her thumb gently against Mia's tiny fingers as she looked at her daughter. "I know it'll be easier if I just get everyone around us, I do. Just a small part of me needed it to be me and him for a little while. I was so worried I wouldn't be able to tell ya without cryin'. I couldn't face tellin' anyone else, either. I think they're gonna wind up findin' out through word of mouth. He doesn't want it gettin' around too much, but it's gonna be inevitable when he's a patient as his own hospital. He's gotta have the surgery tomorrow."

Remy was frowning as he shook his head. "And he went to this funeral? Wouldn't that be like rubbing salt in the wounds? Is he okay? Are you?" he asked in disbelief. "I mean, not okay. I know it's impossible to truly be okay, but how are you feeling? Does Logan know?"

Rogue nodded. "It was a colleague. He wanted to go. I don't know if he was okay, but it seemed like it was somethin' he wanted to do. He didn't want me and Mia anywhere near it though, so we stayed here. The doctor committed suicide..." She looked up at Remy, and shrugged. "I'm tired, he's tired, and Mia can sense that there's somethin' wrong. Daisy won't leave the Doc's side, she's worse than I am. I just feel heavy, but I need to get through it 'cause I just gotta be the Doc's strength right now. I'm gonna talk to Logan later. I just wanted to know I could at least tell ya before I tried tellin' him."

"He'd want to know," Remy agreed. "No one expects you to be brilliant through this, amour. Just finding your way through it is enough. You should be resting with him. I can stay with the bebe if you want to. At least, I can try. The diapers are still beyond me mostly. Is there anything else I can do?"

Rogue stretched to brush a kiss against Remy's cheek, and gave him a tired smile. "You're the best friend a girl like me could ever ask for. I think Mia's happy with ya, sugar. She never seems to complain. If you're sure ya can really handle it, I wouldn't mind bein' able to go up there with the Doc. I just feel exhausted. Um, just wake me up if she needs a feed, but she should be okay. I can't even think of anythin' else that needs to get done. I don't even know the last time I vacuumed, or anythin'. We were doin' okay, but as soon as I felt that lump... everythin' else just tipped outta my head."

"As it should." Remy looked down at the baby in his arms and pressed his lips together. "We'll be fine, belle. Do you have anyone I can call if I need back up, though? Preferrably someone who knows how to operate a bebe? I don't need to wake you unless it's vital."

"Tara and Lachlan's number is on the fridge. Ya could probably call Riley, or Evie as well. They seem okay with lookin' after RJ. Then there's Luke and Tab who pulled through when I needed to get to the hospital while the Doc was waitin' for his diagnosis. He went on his own, but in the end he needed me with him. Funny thing was I left 'cause I needed and wanted to feed Mia, and that's when Wilson came to tell him... Rob didn't say a word 'til we were back home. Anyway, point is that ya should probably talk to Luke first. Tab thought babies ate faces."

Remy nodded, logging away all the names which he would hopefully remember if he needed to. At least there was a long list there if he fucked up the babysitting duties. And he knew Lachlan and Tara. That was a good start. "Are you hurt he got the diagnosis without you there, cherie?" he asked, hearing the tone in her voice.

"It was just the timin'. Guess I really wasn't meant to be there. Doc needed to tell me himself. I don't think I really blame him." Rogue shrugged her shoulder as she stifled a yawn. "There's plenty of movies to watch if ya think ya can sit still long enough. I know how crazy ya get."

"We'll be fine, belle," Remy promised her with a small smile. "You just rest. Just don't be surprised if you wake up and everyone in the group is here."

Rogue laughed softly as she kissed Mia's forehead and gave her daughter a smile before she slowly stood up, and then kissed Remy's forehead, too. "I love ya, sugar. There's plenty of food in the fridge. If we do have company, at least keep 'em fed."

"I'll try. I'll tell them if they trash your house, they're cleaning it up themselves," Remy said with a smirk, relaxing down in the seat so he nurse the baby against his chest.

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