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Who: Remy LeBeau and Scott Summers
What: Catching up
Where: A bar near Scott's place
When: 1/4
Rating/Warnings: PG, innuendo/language
Status: Complete



It had been too long since Scott had sat down with Remy. While they didn’t always get along (who did, with Scott?) he liked to think they had enough of an understanding. So he invited the man out for drinks. And at least THIS drink wouldn’t end in sex.

Remy had been a little surprised at the invitation, but he’d gladly accepted. In the dreams, Scott had done some things he worried over. But he - and ‘Ro, really - were still the leaders, in his mind. So to Scott and ‘Ro he went with problems.

He walked into the bar, looking around and greeting the man with a wave as he sidled up to the next stool. “Hey. How you doin’, homme? Long time no see.” He’d heard from the network that Scott had gotten a little lately, and hopefully it’d help him relax. Maybe. Possibly.

“Been awhile,” Scott replied, waving back in greeting. “Probably been too long but I know you’ve been pretty busy.” He didn’t like getting into peoples’ lives if he could help it. One way to distance himself from the man in the dreams.

“Lately, un peu.” Remy sighed, getting comfortable. “You ever dream ‘bout anybody named Raven? Usually presents herself as a lady?”

“You got Jubilee’s text too?” Scott sat down, but his back remained straight and stiff. “Mystique. Works for herself, sometimes it aligns with us but most of the time it doesn’t.”

“Course. Jubilee knows, me ‘n Mystique, we got history.” Remy grit his teeth. “Wasn’t sure how much you knew of. I don’t trust the bitch, ‘specially when Anna Marie be here and she don’t remember much of us.”

“I don’t know anything about her here, but it sounds like she’s still a little bit of a…” Scott waved a hand, not willing to call someone an outright bitch. “If it’s a problem maybe we can leave it up to Logan to deal with it.” Deal with it.

Remy chuckled, though there wasn’t much behind it. “In other words, you gonna let M’sieu Claws do the wet work, like usual.” He liked Scott as a person, but there were times he wondered if the guy had any balls.

“Where should I start looking?” Scott pointed out. “That Logan wouldn’t get there first. Except for you and Rogue, he probably has the most history with her, the most pounds of flesh to extract. Besides, I’m not going to get involved in wet works if I can help it. That’s a path I’m not comfortable with.”

“I ‘spose, yeah. Just ... I don’t know, Logan always is the one to go in and rip shit to shreds. Gotta be wearin’ on him.” And, if Remy was truthful with himself, he’d wanted the honor. It bugged him that he still cared about Anna Marie’s welfare this much. He loved Candy. He wanted Candy. But leaving Rogue to Raven’s mercies felt bad. Like, three-day-old-chili bad.

“If you want to go after her, I’m willing to help. Probably a good idea to avoid murdering anyone. They frown upon that in this world.” Scott picked up his drink with a snort. “If you think she’s a danger to someone.”

“She swears she won’t hurt Anna Marie, but I ain’t sure. She could, some day, just for kicks.” Remy ordered something hugely alcoholic, making a face. “And for all I know, she could come for me, or Candy. She don’t like me much, if you haven’t dreamt it.”

“She doesn’t like most of us much,” Scott replied. “So we’re going to need a plan to deal with her if it comes to that.” Or Logan could take care of it and then get jailed which would suit Scott just fine.

“I think so. Otherwise Logan gonna wind up inside when his baby gets born and his wife’ll kill us.” Remy said, not without amusement. “But seriously. We should be prepared, s’all I’m sayin’.”

That made Scott grin for a moment. Might be worth Vel killing them. “You’re right. I have an idea, it’s not ideal but it might be our only choice, since I doubt we’ll ever have enough on her to get her locked away.”

“I’m personally in favor of killin’ the bitch, but if you want to aim lower, I am listening.” Remy got his drink and downed half of it in one long swallow. “She did somethin’ sick this time around.”

“One of the improvements we made to the ranch was a …” He lowered his voice. “Something to contain powers. We left part of it modified, in case we ever had a situation with someone too dangerous or unstable to be let loose.”

Remy blinked. “You serious?” On the one hand, it was a ghastly thought. He’d gotten so used to having his powers, that the idea of taking anyone’s away was ugly. On the other hand, it was Mystique.

"A special cell, reinforced and hardened," Scott clarified. "I have something that'll control powers but it's dangerous to use. Too long of exposure and it's harmful. It's a large part of the reason Dani is sick. She used a bracelet with the technology because she was afraid of her powers harming people."

“Huh. Didn’t know that.” Fucking Moonstar. From what he recalled of the dreams, it was like her to do that. He’d have to look in on her at some point; he liked the woman. “Maybe let ‘er stew in there for a while, but I’m guessin’ there’ll come a point it’ll be like torture.” Which was tempting, but he didn’t want to go down that road personally.

"That might be a lesson taken too far," Scott agreed. " But if it comes to the safety of others, then we at least have a place to contain it while trying to figure out something else. If she's hurting people, then that's going to be a problem."

“C’est vrai, that.” Remy made a face. “Just ... apparently she got in this girl’s pants that Logan knows while pretending to be a boy. Like, after they did the dirty, Raven turned back into herself. That ain’t right, even for that bitch.” He had no doubt that the girl felt lied to, felt dirty, even.

Scott grimaced. "There are so many things wrong with that I don't know where to begin." God only knows who else Mystique has done something like that to, too.

“It ain’t right.” Remy shook his head. “It ain’t right for her to still be free. Kinda wish we could have her locked up. In the men’s prison.” He’d never wish any kind of sexual assault on anyone, but getting beat up was fine by him. He took a long pull of his drink. “Happier stuff, though. You doin’ okay? Don’t take this the wrong way, but I hope the ranch been real slow.”

"Ranch has been fast and slow, yes. The kids we do have make things interesting, but it's..the good kind of busy. If that makes any sense. There's progress and we've only had one fight in the past month," Scott nodded his head and took his own drink.

“That is good. I know lotta times it’s more common. You got any new help, or just a good month? My wife keeps talkin’ about volunteering with you all.” Candy loved helping people.

Scott grinned. “Little of both but we’d be really, really happy to have her help. She’s helped out before, I think, and I know the kids liked her.”

“Yeah.” Remy smiled right back. “She’s good with ‘em, or so I hear. Also, if anything goes bad, she got her powers. Our dog was tryin’ to get outside the other day, and instead of yellin’ or something, she just put Ruby in a big box of light. Solved it real good.”

"That's one way to do it. You two would probably do really well with kids." Although Scott was pretty sure some peoples' heads would explode if Remy ever had a kid. Including Remy's.

Jubilee’s squee would be heard from orbit.

“You think? I ain’t sure.” Remy shook his head. “Maybe when she older. And I ain’t a movie star.” He grinned a little, looking down. “I go shoot my part next week.”

“I’ll bet you’re looking forward to that,” Scott replied, grinning at him. “Think you’ll be okay with your face on screens everywhere?”

“Yeah.” Remy replied, sitting back. “Yeah, I think so. I mean, I ain’t the star. But it’s new and exciting, and I promise you, I’ll be careful.” It occurred to him even as he was speaking. “Ain’t nobody ever going to see my powers, over my dead body.”

“I don’t think that would be a problem.” He’d offer the bracelet to Remy but thought the shoot would be too many hours in a day for it to be safe. He had to figure out a way to make it safe, if only for situations like this.

“I mean, I can explain my eyes away, but ain’t exactly gonna get a chance to charge anything.” Remy shrugged. “I think I got la bonne chance on my side there.”

"I still wish you luck. Do they still say break-a-leg?"

“Think so, yeah.” Remy chuckled, ordering another drink. “I’m nervous as hell. But it’s good - gonna get a better, bigger place for ma femme. My dog. I don’t know. Maybe when we got a good house and all that, then we think about les bebes. Nun who raised me’s gettin’ on in years.” He grinned.

"Long as she gets some grandkids at some point, yeah?" Scott finished his drink, but didn't order another. He had to drive and two was his limit. "It's good to see you happy." Remy had seemed miserable a lot of the time in the dreams.

“You don’ look too bad yourself, you know.” Remy chuckled. “Somethin’ mellow about you. You finally find a way to relax f’real, or you just get some damn good weed?” He was mostly teasing; he did think Scott took a whole lot to heart that he just didn’t need to.

“Probably been finding a few ways to relax, I guess,” Scott replied, sipping at his drink to hide the coloration of his face.

Remy smirked. “I saw you flirting with that lady. It go someplace, I guess. Good! You need to relax. And I ain’t sayin’ it to make fun’a you, I’m sayin’ it cause I think even mutants can have heart attacks.”

“Yeah, it go someplace.” He’d had more luck in the past two weeks than the previous six months. Maybe that was a Christmas wish come true? “I was headed for one. I’ll be sure to let her know she saved me.”

“I actually ain’t joking.” Remy shook his head. “You do worry a whole lot, both here and there. I get it, but you gotta look after you, too.” He smiled a little. “You was the first one here to help me out when I started getting my powers. I gotta keep your ass alive and un-problematic.”

That made Scott laugh. He wasn’t one for PDAs so he just nodded his head at Remy. “Thank you. That means a lot to me, probably more than you realize.”

“Just the truth.” Remy shrugged. “I try to keep you an’ Logan from killing each other, keep my wife from drinkin’, and keep myself from any of the nice shiny things I see every day. Ol’ Remy livin’ a clean life now.” At least, for the time being.

Scott picked up the remains of his drink. There was just enough for a toast. "To clean living, then." It seemed like the thing to do.