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Choices	By : darqstar Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1948 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER:
The X-Men belong to Marvel comics. This is fanfiction written
soley for entertainment purposes. No money is being made off of this.
Denver is my creation, so is Alex.

Author's
Note: I wrote this story over ten years ago, so much of what you
read here has most likely been disputed as time has gone on.
Especially in regards to Wolverine. So, while I do love and
appreciate all reviews, don't waste your time telling me, “This
just wouldn't work, because Logan is much older!” Also, this is
completely a “What if” story and doesn't fit into Marvel
Continuity.

This
is not a story of sex that happens to contain a plot, it's more of a
story with a plot that happens to contain sex. Not a lot of sex, but
sex anyway. In Chapter Seven to be specific.

Chapter Four

They got home around 6:00. Remy wondered if Alex was going to be
mad at him, he'd been gone most of the afternoon and he was
supposedly painting the house. He followed Denver into the kitchen,
hoping that Alex had kept herself into her office all day.

As luck would have it, she was sitting at the kitchen table,
drinking a beer and talking on the phone. When she saw them, she
rolled her eyes. "Yes, Rob.....Damn it, the rough is almost
done. We'll have plenty of time until Christmas. Hey, look, my kid
just got home. I gotta go." Without waiting for a reply, she
hung up the phone.

Remy debated if he should just slide out of the room, but decided
that would only draw more attention to himself.

"Hey guys," Alex looking at the both of them, a lopsided
grin on her face. "You two have a good time today?"

"Yeah," Denver answered for both of them. "Sorry we
were late. I'll start dinner now."

"We could just order pizza," Alex suggested.

Denver shook her head. "I've had steaks marinating all day.
It won't take but a half an hour to whip dinner together."

"Cool." Alex looked from Denver to Remy, studying the
both of them intently.

Remy stood there calmly, but in his mind, he was squirming. She's
checkin' us both out like she knows exactly what 'appened today.
he thought.

If Denver was at all nervous by this intense scrutiny, she didn't
let on. She looked at her mother. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing at all," Alex replied, one eyebrow raised.
"Um...by the way, Denver, a little Blistex will get rid of the
chapped feeling on your lips. Yours too, Remy."

What is she gettin at 'ear? Remy wondered. If she's
try t' phase me, she got another thing coming.

"Thanks for the advice, Mom." Denver said, walking over
to the refrigerator and pulling things out.

"Any time." Alex smirked. "One of you let me know
when dinner is ready, okay? I'm gonna go and work some more."
She turned and started to sauntered out of the kitchen.

Just as she was about to go into her office, she murmured
something, so softly that Remy could barely hear any noise. Denver
however, turned bright red and turned to stare at her mother. The two
exchanged looks, then Alex disappeared into her office.

"What was she sayin'?" Remy asked, "'an 'ow did you
hear it? She spoke so softly."

"I have very good ears," Denver whispered. "And she
knows it."

"So, what did she say?" he asked again.

"You don't want to know." She turned and started
bustling around the kitchen, clearly trying to avoid looking at him.

"If it involves me, I want to know," Remy persisted.
"You can tell me, Chere. Really."

She looked at him and gulped. "What she said was, 'Hooray
Hooray, it's after May. Outdoor screwing is now okay."

Now it was Remy's turn to blush. "She really said 'dat?"
he asked.

Denver nodded. "I told you she was blunt."

"Do you think she thinks we...."

Even though he left the rest of his question dangling, Denver knew
exactly what he meant. "I don't know if she does or not, but she
suspects we were doing more than chatting today. Tonight she'll
probably come up to my room and give me another Care And Use Of
Condoms lecture."

"Do you think she is mad at me?"

She shook her head. "If she was mad at you, she'd let you
know."

Over the next two weeks, things fell into an easy routine. Alex
and Denver were an odd family, but there was something almost
comforting about their peculiarities. Their way of accepting the
unusual casually, enabled Remy to fit into the household quite
easily. He had to admit, this was one of the best summers of his life
since he'd taken to the road. He had a roof over his head, a decent
job, and a smart, attractive girl his own age for company.

He didn't know quite how to explain what Denver and he had. They
laughed, they talked and did things together, but they never went on
an official date. They spent time in quiet places kissing and holding
each other, but it never went any further than that. It wasn't that
either of them didn't want to go further, there were times when it
took all the control Remy had to draw away from her and calm himself
down. It was as though they both had an understanding that things
couldn't go too far. Remy didn't know how they had reached this
conclusion because there seemed to be nothing stopping themselves but
their own conscious. Denver's mother certainly wasn't offering any
opposition. If she indeed had given Denver another lecture about
birth control, Denver didn't tell him about it and there was nothing
in Alex's actions towards Remy that made him think that she was at
all worried about his relationship with her daughter.

Alex was far from a slave driver when it came to paining the
house. She didn't seem to mind at all that he often didn't work in
the hottest part of the afternoon. She also insisted that he took
weekends off too. "Everyone deserves some time to themselves. No
one sane works seven days a week."

"'Cept you, maybe," Remy pointed out, smiling.

She returned his expression with a grin of her own. "Yeah,
you must think I'm the worst mother in the world."

Remy shook his head. "Denver, she loves you. An' I know that
if she needed you, you would be there for her."

"I sure would," Alex agreed. "I get hung up on my
writing and the only way I can finish it is to just dedicate my every
waking hour to it. Still, I hope I'm not so much of an asshole that I
wouldn't be there for my kid." She sighed, shaking her head. "I
must admit though, she doesn't really need a whole lot of help from
me. She's always been an independent cuss. I suppose there is a God,
because if she'd been a whinny little brat, I would've killed her."

Remy didn't quite know what to say to that, so he just smiled.
They were sitting in her office. It was Friday and she had just paid
him. Both of them were smoking. "Do you want me to leave?"
he asked. "Are you finished talking to me?"

She shrugged. "Don't matter to me much, one way or another.
I'm taking a break for a few anyway. Denver around?"

Remy shook his head. "She wen' out to do the shopping. I
offered to go along to help her, but she said she could handle it
herself."

"That's exactly what I mean by independent," Alex said,
grinning. "How many sixteen year old kids do all the food
shopping and stuff for themselves and their mothers? And do it well?
I send her out with a hundred bucks and she comes back with a car
full of food. I go out with a hundred bucks and come back with two
bags, tops."

"Well, then, it's wiser for you to let her do the shopping."

"Which is exactly why I do." She leaned back in her
chair, her face looking at the ceiling, and blew out a stream of
smoke. She looked lost in thought for a moment, then looked over at
him. "She just pulled in the driveway. Her carb. needs to be
adjusted.

Alex had the same heightened senses as Denver, so Remy wasn't at
all surprised that he hadn't heard a thing. "I'll go 'elp her
with the bags then," he said, getting up.

Alex had already turned her attention back to her computer. She
nodded briefly and continued typing.

It was the next day, Saturday, that Denver suggested they go to
Boston. They were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast. Alex was
sleeping on the couch were she'd obviously passed out the night
before in front of the TV.

"She's been working like a dog," Denver commented. "She
must have hit a major breakthrough and finished the entire story
rough last night. I've seen her like this before. She'll sleep most
of the day away if we don't wake her up."

"Den lets do our best not to wake her," Remy said,
sipping his coffee.

"Yeah, good idea." Denver put a plate with bacon and
scrambled eggs in front of him. "We should just get out of here.
How about we go to Boston?"

Remy shrugged. "An do what?"

"Just wander around," Denver said. "It'll be fun.
We can go to Quincy market and stuff."

Remy shrugged. Gotta be better than sneaking 'round 'ere
trying to keep quiet all day. "Okay," he agreed,
turning his attention to his breakfast.

"Cool. We'll leave right after breakfast."

When they were finished and done with the dishes, Denver wrote a
quick note for her mother and left it on the kitchen table. Remy
quickly looked over her shoulder and read it:

Dear
Mom,
You were sleeping so Remy and I decided to go out so
we
wouldn'tdisturb you. Coffee is in the pot and
sandwich stuff in
the frige.
Denver.

He smiled to himself, admiring her feminin curly writing. It
was a romantic script that would have looked better on a piece of
parchment, rather than the lined notebook paper it was on. Yet, as
pretty as her writing was, the message itself marked her true
personality. Short and to the point. Don't bother to tell Alex where
she was going, but make sure if Alex woke up hungry she'd be taken
care of.

She looked at him, a sly grin on her face. "C'mon, let's go."

"Do you t'ink you ought to tell her where we're going?"
Remy asked. "Or when we might be back?"

She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Why? We should
be home before it gets dark out and if we're not, we'll give her a
call." She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Come on, my Cajun friend, Boston awaits us."

Ow can I resist an invitation like that? he thought,
following her out to the car.

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