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Bits and Pieces Chapter Twelve
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�Stop walkin� away from me!�
�Stop
following me,� Jubilee shot back, mirroring Remy�s tone. She glanced at the brightly striped awning of
a lingerie store and briefly considered going inside before remembering he
would not be hesitant to follow her. Gritting her teeth, she kept walking down the
broken sidewalk, avoiding the cracks out of childhood habit. Remy followed at closely, just out of arm�s
reach. She thought about screaming,
shouting for someone to help, she was being followed by a strange man, but she
did not want him to get arrested. She just could not look at him without
wanting to cry or kick his shins or both.
Finally, she stopped at the end of the sidewalk. It was literally the very edge of town. The sidewalk stopped abruptly at the far side
of downtown, no curb or gutter, just naked, rough cement. Across the street began one of the oldest
residential areas in that part of the state, old houses that had been rebuilt
over and over, some trying to maintain an aura of the Gilded Age [1]
and others seemingly stuck in the late sixties.
The sherbet colored siding of one of the houses caught Jubilee�s eye and
she did not look away as Remy drew to a halt next to her. �I don�t want to talk to you right now, Remy.�
He nodded,
his sunglasses making her look red tinted and angrier than he hoped she
was. �Je sais, p�tite,
mais I wanna talk to
you. You don�t gotta
talk to me, chere.�
�Let me
rephrase my feelings,� she said slowly, her voice carefully modulated but
bearing a tinge of aggression. She
turned to face him and folded her arms across her chest as if she were
cold. �I don�t want to look at you, talk
to you or hear you right now. Not for a
while yet, actually. I just�� She bit
down hard on her lower lip and lowered her eyes. Tears were pricking at her
eyelids and she felt a lump rising in her throat. Swallowing several times before speaking
again, she continued. �I�m very angry
with you, Remy LeBeau.� She met his eyes then, unable to stop a few
tears from running down her cheeks. �I
love you but I�m sick of you treating me like I can just be picked up and put
down on a whim!�
�Quoi?� He recoiled at that, stepping away from her
with a look on his face as if he had been slapped. �I never treat you like you disposable, chere!�
�Remy,� she
said quietly, trying to keep her voice down as a family trundled past, laden
with infant twins and several toddlers, all screaming at different volumes, �I�m
not a child. Stop treating me like one.�
Remy shook
his head in disbelief. �When�ve I ever treated you like un enfant?� he demanded,
drawing near again. �If I were of the
mind you a child, I�d never be alone avec toi.� He narrowed his eyes and asked in an entirely
different, angrier tone, �Someone sayin� such to you,
p�tite?�
Jubilee
snorted. �No. No one�s telling me that you�re too old for
me, that I�m a child� You�re just treating me like one. You don�t tell me
anything about your life, you disappear and seem to think I won�t mind or don�t
need to know or both� You vanished, Remy, when I needed you. When *we* needed
you. And before you even open your
mouth, I�m not jealous of Belladonna. In fact, I want to help find her� But I can�t stand, I won�t take being left in
the dark. Not by you, not by
anyone. I don�t function on a need to
know basis, Remy. I thought we dealt in
honesty�� She shook her head, realizing the irony of two thieves demanding
honesty from each other. �Look, let me
be angry. I *need* to be angry. I don�t want your sweet talk, kay?�
Remy opened
his mouth to protest but snapped it shut so hard his teeth clicked
together. Jubilee had taken a step back
as if she meant to turn away and walk off but she remained. A car drove by, it�s muffler holey and loud,
and then they were alone on the street. He mustered the words he did not want
to say and nodded curtly. �Fine. I�m goin� back
home.�
�The
Institute or New Orleans?� she
snapped, her voice sharp and cutting.
Remy raised
a brow. �It matters?�
�Don�t be a
bitch, Remy. I�m allowed to be angry.� She did turn away then, striding back up the
old sidewalk, not looking back to see if he was following. An ambulance tore by, sirens wailing, followed
by a motorcycle that gleamed in the sunlight, blinding her for a moment.
�Looked
like Logan,� Remy commented behind
her, making her jump slightly.
�Stop
following me!�
�I�m goin� home� you jus� happen to be walkin�
in my way,� Remy said pleasantly, moving past her. He had left his own motorcycle near the ice
cream shop. Kurt was no where to be seen
and he considered waiting around to see if his friend would reappear from whatever
shop he had gone into but decided against it.
He knew Jubilee was behind him, following slowly. He wanted to run again, get away from the
incipient headache and stress and go somewhere he could gather himself before
confronting this mess but he forced himself to turn the bike towards the
Institute. The image of the motorcycle
following the ambulance flickered across his minds eye and he turned around in
the middle of the street. Jubilee was still standing on the sidewalk,
pretending not to watch him. He did not
wave to her or even acknowledge her, despite the fact he wanted to grab her by
the arms and shake her and tell her he loved her, god damn it, doesn�t she
understand why he didn�t tell her where he was going and why? He turned down the street the ambulance had
disappeared down some minutes before, grinding his teeth unconsciously. Jubilee, he decided, was freaking out. Maybe he had been wrong in leaving without
telling her first, without explaining, but it wasn�t really her business, he
told himself. She did not have to deal
with the implications of the League or Guild.
She did not have Belladonna�s blood on her hands� The hospital was not far away from the center
of town, a small brick building that had once been an armory during the Civil
War. Two ambulances were in front, one
being unloaded. He stopped the bike near
the emergency entrance, striding towards the familiar figure in the black
leather jacket standing on the sidewalk near the vehicles. �Logan?�
�LeBeau,� he growled, his voice more tired than angry, �What�re
you doing here? Find Jubilee?�
�Oui�� He swept a
gaze over the mussed figure before him. Logan
looked tired, and more than that, he looked as if he might be sick
himself. �Qui?�
Logan
blinked, looking at Remy like he had just noticed the man was standing near
him. �It�s Jean.� He broke away then, moving to the back of the
ambulance. Kitty and Rogue were climbing
out ahead of the stretcher, hurrying to stand next to Logan
on the curved driveway. A paramedic
pulled the stretcher out of the back, the legs popping down into place. Jean was strapped to the surface, a
blue-green blanket over her and an oxygen mask in place. A doctor in scrubs and several nurses and
another paramedic came streaming from the sliding glass doors, shoving aside
the girls and Logan, shouting at each other in nervous tension, ordering this
and that, things Remy did not understand as Jean was swept inside. It was only then that he noticed Scott
standing behind Logan on the
sidewalk, looking lost and small. �Scott,�
Remy said, moving towards him with a hand out as if to stave off his friend�s
panic. �Vas-y� let�s go in.� Scott looked at him, confused, silent. Remy took his elbow and turned him to face
the door. �Vas-y.�

[1] Too much
history info: http://www.emayzine.com/lectures/Gilded~1.htm
And the Gilded Age made simple: http://www.americaslibrary.gov/cgi-bin/page.cgi/jb/gilded
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