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Running Wild Series:
Don't Buy Me
21/06/01
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
Disclaimer: "X-men" and all the characters here belong to
Marvel ,
20 Century Fox and I intend no infringement, this is a piece of
amateur fan fiction, and I make no money of it.
Only the original idea contained within this work is the property of the
author.
Please do not copy this story to any website or archive without
permission of the author.
Timeline: Set some time before the Ultimate comics begin.
Universe: Comic
Pairing: None
Summary: Scott and Remy have a talk
Archiving: Want, ASK, take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: PG-13
This story is a prequel (read my lips.oh, read my
words, prequel!) to "Running Wild"
Thanks to Christina for the Beta.
Part 1:
" Where are you going?"
Remy turned around, his black duster flowing around him. The always
present cigarette was in his hand and his dark shades hid his eyes in
the already dark staircase.
" Out, bro. Out."
Scott walked the rest of the stairs to him and the two brothers stood
face to face. Though it was late, almost 2 o'clock, Scott wore a tight
black t-shirt and tight blue cowboy pants that did his legs and ass
every right.
" I thought you said you wouldn't go up against Lopez?"
" Yeah, well.this time it's personal."
" Remy, everything is bloody personal with you," Scott said
irritated.
" Keep your voice down or you'll wake Alex," Remy hissed.
" I forbid you to see this guy! He may kill you," Scott said
sharply. Remy removed his shades and looked his brother in his shaded
eyes.
" Since mom died you have done your best to keep the three of us
together and safe. You are my big brother and I normally listen to you
but not tonight. This is something I have to do," his voice wasn't
pleading; it held a strong edge of steel which wasn't to miss.
" Is there anything I can do to make you stay, bro?" Scott
asked softly. Remy shook his head.
" No."
Remy reached inside his pocket and took out a bundle of bills and handed
them to Scott. He didn't take them.
" What? What am I to do with those?" Scott nodded almost
disgusted to the bills.
" It's for you and Alex. In case.well, you know. Here, take
them," Remy again tried to put the bills into Scott's hands. Scott
tore the bills from Remy´s hand and threw them on the floor. He reached
out and took hold of Remy´s coat and forced him closer.
" Don't you EVER try to buy me. Ever," Scott's voice was low
and dangerous and Remy knew he was in deep waters.
" Hey, relax. I didn't mean." Remy began.
" I'm not for sale. Not now, not ever. I have done all the selling
of everything I've got I ever will. Never again. Ever. Do you
understand?" His voice was low and Remy feared he wasn't seeing him
at all, wasn't even talking to him but someone else, maybe many
somebody's.
" I've got it. Cool it," Remy finally succeeded in pulling
free from Scott. He picked up the bills and put them back into his
pocket. With a shake of his head Remy walked all the way down the
stairs. Okay, that brother of his needed some serious psychological
help, Remy thought darkly.
" Remy?" Scott's voice came from the top of the stairs. Remy
turned around, halfway through the front door.
" Qui, frère(1)?"
Scott stood almost at the top of the stairs, half hidden in shadows and
Remy thought it suited him. All what he had done, for Alex and for him,
to keep them alive, to keep them from doing things he knew they'll be
forced to sooner or later, was written in the shadows around him.
" Revenez vivant, mon frère. Revenez vivant(2)," Scott said
softly. Remy flashed him a brilliant smile, but it was a false smile, a
smile someone gives when they have always had far too little to smile
about.
" Toujours, frère. Toujours.(3)"
And with that Remy was gone. Scott looked after him for a long while
before forcing himself to return to the bedroom and the person who was
waiting for him. In that instant he felt very old and prayed that he and
Remy could keep Alex pure and innocent in mind, body and spirit just for
a few years more. If they could.. it had surely been worth it. Worth the
pain, the hurt, the humiliation, worth the beatings and the pleading,
the tears and the darkness. If just one of them pulled through.. It was
worth it. It had to be.....At least he had to believe so as he opened
the door to the bedroom and the man inside reached for him. Scott closed
his eyes. It was worth it for Alex. It was worth it......Wasn't it?
The End
Translations to the boys French. Anyone want to guess where the brothers
grew up? *G*
1 French for "Yes, brother?"
2 French for " Come back alive, my brother. Come back alive"
3 French for " Always, brother. Always."
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