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We Can Explain...Chapter Thirty Eight (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...find the antidote yet? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are squishytastic for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: Read it yet? Readers/Reviewers: And the next one will end the flashback chapters... *hears cry of relief * Well, the ducks liked it...
Remy felt the shift more than anything. One moment, everything seemed as normal as possible, given the current circumstance, and the next, it was like looking at one of those "One of these things is not like the others" pictures.1 He could not quite put his finger on what was off, but he knew it was something obvious, if he could only look hard enough. Phobos asked him a question and he had to mentally run through her last few sentences to determine an answer before he opened his mouth. "Oh, oui. I check de back for a false plate. Ain't nothin' in de safe an' ain't no way it's fake, madame."
Phobos arched an eyebrow at the appellation. "I'm not so old as to be called Madame, Remy," she murmured, leaning close. She smelled of incense and cold air, an odd combination to Remy's senses, tinged with iodine that made his nose burn as her scent wafted over him even more heavily. "In fact, I'm sure that I'm not that much older than you..."
He glanced down at where her fingers stroked over his chest, slipping downward towards his belt. "Madame, I'm thinkin' maybe it's time I get back to mes amis." He took a half-step back, far enough away to break her hold but still close enough to give the illusion of interest. "I done yo' job for ya. What else you need?"
"What I need cannot be described in mere words," she purred, though somewhat melodramatically, closing the distance between them again. She pressed her body against his, surprisingly cool in the almost too warm room. "Your friends are fine, well, and good, but you're special, Remy."
"Je sais2," he tossed off airily. He let her brush her lips across his chin and throat, hoping he would remember to tell Jubilee before she found out somehow, then gently pushed her away. "Pardonnez-moi," he began, moving to step around her. Phobos's hand shot out and grabbed his throat, an iron grip nearly lifting him off his feet. "Or not..." he gasped, knowing better than to fight it.
Phobos shook him lightly, seemingly effortlessly, and frowned. The room shifted again around them and this time, Remy could see what the problem was. The objects had taken on a translucence, like they were made of dense plastic. Phobos followed the direction of his narrowed gaze and smiled a thin, displeased smile. "Sometimes," she sighed, "things move at a pace I dislike. Right now, I am disliking this intly.\ly." She threw him like a rag doll towards a low chaise lounge, moving towards him before he even stopped rolling.
"D'accord," he sighed. "Dis ain't gonna be pretty..." He took a card from his pocket, hoping the fluke downstairs was not a mutant version of impotence and flung the ace of clubs at her feet. Nothing. "Merde..." Remy scrambled backwards until he hit the sideboard, Phobos still advancing inexorably. "Why de hell my cards ain't workin'?"
"Tell me, Remy," she sing-songed, grabbing him again, this time by the arm and dragging him to his feet. "What would be worse? Losing your friends, or being a nor
She flung him again, but this time he grabbed her before he could fall far. His fingers wrapped securely in her flowing gown, he pulled her down with him, rolling as he hit the ground and moving to pin her. She struggled, her considerable strength making it difficult for him to hold her for long. He worked one hand free from the tangle of limbs and grabbed her jaw, pushing hard against her face. Her lip split against her teeth, but no blood emerged. Instead, she hissed and jerked free, the wound healing almost instantly. Remy was taken aback only for a split second, dodging a downward blow from her fist. A quick maneuver put him on top of her, his endurance surprising her enough to make her slow for a moment, just long enough for him to get to his feet and make it across the room in a leap. The double glazed window looked out onto a night-dark courtyard, ligt only by pale green lights at ankle level. He did not care about the view, though. He wanted the curtain rod. Phobos grabbed him from behind as he seized the length of metal, jerking it free from it's moorings. The rings holding the heavy fabric in place slipped and slid as she dragged him back, trying to take him down again. He breathed a silent blessing to which ever deity had turned a kind eye to him and caused the velvet to fall from the rid in a clatter of metal rings as Phobos succeeded in knocking him to the ground again. He did not have his cards anymore, it seemed, but not all of his skills were mutations. He swung the makeshift staff as she came down on him, catching her across the throat. She looked mightily affronted for all of one second before she let out a roar, almost inhuman in sound, and lunged for him, all grace gone from her movements now. He rolled, bringing the staff behind her knees and shoving her forward, the resounding crack as her chin hit the parquet floor making him cringe. She lay there, flat on her face, as he shoved himself to his feet, keeping a tight grip on the nearly unwieldy curtain rod. "Chere, even widdout my powers, I'm anythin' but normal." He turned on his heel and strode towards the door, whirling to face her as she made it to her feet, rubbing her chin. "I 'spect you ain't gonna be nice, are you?" he sighed.
She smiled strangely, looking disjointed as she regarded him. "No, I'm going to be very nice. I'm leaving you alone..." She reached out and placed her hand on the safe, her fingers pressing against the locking mechanism. The room shimmered and vanished, leaving him alone in a white room save for a long control panel lining one wall. Her voice filtered through some unseen system, softly lilting, "I lied. You're not quite alone. You have a friend to play with..."
Remy did not want to turn around but knew he had to. Slowly, he shifted his weight and faced the space between him and the blank white wall. A door slid open and a familiar figure was shoved through, looking heavily drugged and rough around the edges. "Bon soir," Remy sighed. "Been here long?"
Sabretooth only grunted.
1 Sesame Street, anyone?
2 I know
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE (tm), Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta...find the antidote yet? InterNutter, TC, Maxwell Pink and Dracena are squishytastic for archiving/hosting. :) ProPhile: Read it yet? Readers/Reviewers: And the next one will end the flashback chapters... *hears cry of relief * Well, the ducks liked it...
Remy felt the shift more than anything. One moment, everything seemed as normal as possible, given the current circumstance, and the next, it was like looking at one of those "One of these things is not like the others" pictures.1 He could not quite put his finger on what was off, but he knew it was something obvious, if he could only look hard enough. Phobos asked him a question and he had to mentally run through her last few sentences to determine an answer before he opened his mouth. "Oh, oui. I check de back for a false plate. Ain't nothin' in de safe an' ain't no way it's fake, madame."
Phobos arched an eyebrow at the appellation. "I'm not so old as to be called Madame, Remy," she murmured, leaning close. She smelled of incense and cold air, an odd combination to Remy's senses, tinged with iodine that made his nose burn as her scent wafted over him even more heavily. "In fact, I'm sure that I'm not that much older than you..."
He glanced down at where her fingers stroked over his chest, slipping downward towards his belt. "Madame, I'm thinkin' maybe it's time I get back to mes amis." He took a half-step back, far enough away to break her hold but still close enough to give the illusion of interest. "I done yo' job for ya. What else you need?"
"What I need cannot be described in mere words," she purred, though somewhat melodramatically, closing the distance between them again. She pressed her body against his, surprisingly cool in the almost too warm room. "Your friends are fine, well, and good, but you're special, Remy."
"Je sais2," he tossed off airily. He let her brush her lips across his chin and throat, hoping he would remember to tell Jubilee before she found out somehow, then gently pushed her away. "Pardonnez-moi," he began, moving to step around her. Phobos's hand shot out and grabbed his throat, an iron grip nearly lifting him off his feet. "Or not..." he gasped, knowing better than to fight it.
Phobos shook him lightly, seemingly effortlessly, and frowned. The room shifted again around them and this time, Remy could see what the problem was. The objects had taken on a translucence, like they were made of dense plastic. Phobos followed the direction of his narrowed gaze and smiled a thin, displeased smile. "Sometimes," she sighed, "things move at a pace I dislike. Right now, I am disliking this intly.\ly." She threw him like a rag doll towards a low chaise lounge, moving towards him before he even stopped rolling.
"D'accord," he sighed. "Dis ain't gonna be pretty..." He took a card from his pocket, hoping the fluke downstairs was not a mutant version of impotence and flung the ace of clubs at her feet. Nothing. "Merde..." Remy scrambled backwards until he hit the sideboard, Phobos still advancing inexorably. "Why de hell my cards ain't workin'?"
"Tell me, Remy," she sing-songed, grabbing him again, this time by the arm and dragging him to his feet. "What would be worse? Losing your friends, or being a nor
She flung him again, but this time he grabbed her before he could fall far. His fingers wrapped securely in her flowing gown, he pulled her down with him, rolling as he hit the ground and moving to pin her. She struggled, her considerable strength making it difficult for him to hold her for long. He worked one hand free from the tangle of limbs and grabbed her jaw, pushing hard against her face. Her lip split against her teeth, but no blood emerged. Instead, she hissed and jerked free, the wound healing almost instantly. Remy was taken aback only for a split second, dodging a downward blow from her fist. A quick maneuver put him on top of her, his endurance surprising her enough to make her slow for a moment, just long enough for him to get to his feet and make it across the room in a leap. The double glazed window looked out onto a night-dark courtyard, ligt only by pale green lights at ankle level. He did not care about the view, though. He wanted the curtain rod. Phobos grabbed him from behind as he seized the length of metal, jerking it free from it's moorings. The rings holding the heavy fabric in place slipped and slid as she dragged him back, trying to take him down again. He breathed a silent blessing to which ever deity had turned a kind eye to him and caused the velvet to fall from the rid in a clatter of metal rings as Phobos succeeded in knocking him to the ground again. He did not have his cards anymore, it seemed, but not all of his skills were mutations. He swung the makeshift staff as she came down on him, catching her across the throat. She looked mightily affronted for all of one second before she let out a roar, almost inhuman in sound, and lunged for him, all grace gone from her movements now. He rolled, bringing the staff behind her knees and shoving her forward, the resounding crack as her chin hit the parquet floor making him cringe. She lay there, flat on her face, as he shoved himself to his feet, keeping a tight grip on the nearly unwieldy curtain rod. "Chere, even widdout my powers, I'm anythin' but normal." He turned on his heel and strode towards the door, whirling to face her as she made it to her feet, rubbing her chin. "I 'spect you ain't gonna be nice, are you?" he sighed.
She smiled strangely, looking disjointed as she regarded him. "No, I'm going to be very nice. I'm leaving you alone..." She reached out and placed her hand on the safe, her fingers pressing against the locking mechanism. The room shimmered and vanished, leaving him alone in a white room save for a long control panel lining one wall. Her voice filtered through some unseen system, softly lilting, "I lied. You're not quite alone. You have a friend to play with..."
Remy did not want to turn around but knew he had to. Slowly, he shifted his weight and faced the space between him and the blank white wall. A door slid open and a familiar figure was shoved through, looking heavily drugged and rough around the edges. "Bon soir," Remy sighed. "Been here long?"
Sabretooth only grunted.
1 Sesame Street, anyone?
2 I know