Note from the author: I was very unhappy about the 3rd chapter and decided
to rework it so the next chapter will be easier to understand.
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Summary: Cyclops is not the bad guy but everyone behaves badly once in a while including the ol'e fearlees leader. Warning: I cannot duplicate Remy's speech so please think of his speech like he is saying it with Cajun accent. English is not my first language and although I am generally proficient with English saying or writing with an accent still eludes me, probably because I still have my own( Italics represent mental communication and thoughts
At about 10 am the kitchen becomes alive with clicking noises of spoons mixing the serials or knifes slicing bacon. Most students dine in the dining hall but the seniors eat with the teachers. I finish up my yoghurt and muesli and was about to get up as the familiar voice calls me over. "Chere, wait up!" I smile at Remy Lebeau who is currently breaking hearts all over the senior student faculty by walking across the kitchen, calling out to me.
He flashes me a devilishly handsome grin: "Good morning ma chere, would you care to have breakfast with me?" I cannot help but smile in return: "I already had my breakfast Remy, but I might stay for another cup of tea while you eat". At this point I am becoming aware of some of the female students staring longingly at Gambit. I am sure Gambit knows of his exceptional good looks but sometimes I wish he would not flaunt it so much. Jean sitting at another table directed a thought at me: "I am not meaning to be rude 'Ro, but could please direct Gambit to eat his breakfast outside for today? I need our telepathic students to strengthen their mental shields to avoid the increasingly lewd stream of thoughts when the ever- charming Mr Lebeau is around." At this point I notice one of the students furiously blushing while trying to avoid locking gazes with her neighbour who was staring at Gambit. "Would you care for an outdoor breakfast my friend?" - I ask as I direct him towards the terrace.
As we leave Jean directs another thought " This whole thing can be controlled if you claim him as your own, no one is willing to risk a lightning bolt up his or her posterior for even the most handsome man." "Stop it Jean! I would not send a lightning bolt up anybody's posterior for anybody!" - I chide her mentally. "Are you sure?"- She winks at me but her mental tone is serious. Outside Remy begins to pick at his plate as I look at the mansion grounds. They are as beautiful as I remember them and familiar ache fills my heart. My decision might take me away from them forever this time. This probably reflected on my face since Remy puts his plate down and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Still deciding about the UN proposal?" he asks gently. "I am torn Remy, this is my home, my family; I experienced so much in this house! To leave seems to betray those memories I hold dear."
"You do not need to make a decision so quickly and you are not betraying anyone!"- He firmly states and pulls me into his embrace and we sit like this for a while not wanting to leave the comfort of each other's presence.
Later during the day I meet up with Scott on some school business; when we finish he speaks of this morning's incident.
"Ororo, if I may ask you a favour of not mentioning this to Jean." I raise an eyebrow: "Give me one good reason Scott" It is obvious he did not expect this response and makes his first mistake: "I do not believe my relationship with my wife is any of your business." "Ah, I see. Are Emma's lips your business then?" "Whatever is between Emma and I is between Emma and I." Although Scott speaks through clenched teeth his statement does not sound convincing, strangely I am not mollified: "Now I understand, your business is to make your wife miserable while you have an affair with a X-Men's former enemy!" It is my turn to speak through clenched teeth and the sky darkens in response to my anger.
"It's complicated Ororo. This is the first time this happened and it will be the last. Just. things are very confusing at the moment and Emma is not helping matters." Scott's face is contorted with pain and I soften just for a moment. "You owe it to Jean, no, to yourself to sort it out between you two. Emma Frost will not be a distraction or a secret for long. The two of you had been through enough hardships to be stopped by anyone, much less someone like the White Queen." Scott seems thoughtful: "I'll talk to Jean. We're overdue for a talk. Our current status is not very pleasant." I nod in agreement not mentioning to Scott that it was unlikely I would have talked to Jean about this without talking to him first. It's hard enough as it is being friends with both of them, breaking Jean's heart by telling her what happened would set off a chain of events unwanted by everyone in the mansion, including Emma. Scott begins to walk out but stops suddenly: "It's good to have you back Windrider." And as he leaves he does not hear me whisper: "It is good to be back, O fearless leader."
Summary: Cyclops is not the bad guy but everyone behaves badly once in a while including the ol'e fearlees leader. Warning: I cannot duplicate Remy's speech so please think of his speech like he is saying it with Cajun accent. English is not my first language and although I am generally proficient with English saying or writing with an accent still eludes me, probably because I still have my own( Italics represent mental communication and thoughts
At about 10 am the kitchen becomes alive with clicking noises of spoons mixing the serials or knifes slicing bacon. Most students dine in the dining hall but the seniors eat with the teachers. I finish up my yoghurt and muesli and was about to get up as the familiar voice calls me over. "Chere, wait up!" I smile at Remy Lebeau who is currently breaking hearts all over the senior student faculty by walking across the kitchen, calling out to me.
He flashes me a devilishly handsome grin: "Good morning ma chere, would you care to have breakfast with me?" I cannot help but smile in return: "I already had my breakfast Remy, but I might stay for another cup of tea while you eat". At this point I am becoming aware of some of the female students staring longingly at Gambit. I am sure Gambit knows of his exceptional good looks but sometimes I wish he would not flaunt it so much. Jean sitting at another table directed a thought at me: "I am not meaning to be rude 'Ro, but could please direct Gambit to eat his breakfast outside for today? I need our telepathic students to strengthen their mental shields to avoid the increasingly lewd stream of thoughts when the ever- charming Mr Lebeau is around." At this point I notice one of the students furiously blushing while trying to avoid locking gazes with her neighbour who was staring at Gambit. "Would you care for an outdoor breakfast my friend?" - I ask as I direct him towards the terrace.
As we leave Jean directs another thought " This whole thing can be controlled if you claim him as your own, no one is willing to risk a lightning bolt up his or her posterior for even the most handsome man." "Stop it Jean! I would not send a lightning bolt up anybody's posterior for anybody!" - I chide her mentally. "Are you sure?"- She winks at me but her mental tone is serious. Outside Remy begins to pick at his plate as I look at the mansion grounds. They are as beautiful as I remember them and familiar ache fills my heart. My decision might take me away from them forever this time. This probably reflected on my face since Remy puts his plate down and wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Still deciding about the UN proposal?" he asks gently. "I am torn Remy, this is my home, my family; I experienced so much in this house! To leave seems to betray those memories I hold dear."
"You do not need to make a decision so quickly and you are not betraying anyone!"- He firmly states and pulls me into his embrace and we sit like this for a while not wanting to leave the comfort of each other's presence.
Later during the day I meet up with Scott on some school business; when we finish he speaks of this morning's incident.
"Ororo, if I may ask you a favour of not mentioning this to Jean." I raise an eyebrow: "Give me one good reason Scott" It is obvious he did not expect this response and makes his first mistake: "I do not believe my relationship with my wife is any of your business." "Ah, I see. Are Emma's lips your business then?" "Whatever is between Emma and I is between Emma and I." Although Scott speaks through clenched teeth his statement does not sound convincing, strangely I am not mollified: "Now I understand, your business is to make your wife miserable while you have an affair with a X-Men's former enemy!" It is my turn to speak through clenched teeth and the sky darkens in response to my anger.
"It's complicated Ororo. This is the first time this happened and it will be the last. Just. things are very confusing at the moment and Emma is not helping matters." Scott's face is contorted with pain and I soften just for a moment. "You owe it to Jean, no, to yourself to sort it out between you two. Emma Frost will not be a distraction or a secret for long. The two of you had been through enough hardships to be stopped by anyone, much less someone like the White Queen." Scott seems thoughtful: "I'll talk to Jean. We're overdue for a talk. Our current status is not very pleasant." I nod in agreement not mentioning to Scott that it was unlikely I would have talked to Jean about this without talking to him first. It's hard enough as it is being friends with both of them, breaking Jean's heart by telling her what happened would set off a chain of events unwanted by everyone in the mansion, including Emma. Scott begins to walk out but stops suddenly: "It's good to have you back Windrider." And as he leaves he does not hear me whisper: "It is good to be back, O fearless leader."