Who: Remy and Candy LeBeau What: Remy's heading for his shoot! When: After this post Where: Flying, mostly Rating: PG13 Status: Complete
Remy had waited for this for months, but at the same time, he was nervous. His first big movie shoot! Who knew, it might be his last. He knew that he’d have good help there - when the lead actress wants you personally in the movie, you have job security - but still. And Candy even had to stay home; she had stuff to do.
He’d packed his bag, and now he was looking around. Candy had taken the dog for a walk, but she was supposed to be home any minute. “Candy?” he called. “Anybody?”
Candy smiled and popped her head around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, Cajun. What’re you up to?” She knew, but hell, if she pretended she wasn’t going to miss him for a few weeks, maybe she wouldn’t. It was worth a try.
“Packed.” Remy held up the bag, smiling lamely. “I did have un idea, thought you might like it, though.” His wife was magic, after all. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it immediately.
“Oh crap,” Candy teased. “Is it filled with danger and thrilling heroics? Or are we all just doomed from the start?”
“Was thinkin’ you could fly me up to the desert.” Remy shrugged. “I mean. ‘Stead’a me hoppin’ two tiny planes to get from here to Vegas, Vegas to there.”
“I’d like that,” Candy smiled. “I know you’ll get there safe that way. Those little planes are deathtraps.” She didn’t like flying unless she was the one behind the wheel, so to speak.
“You’d worry less, an’ maybe we can explore the place a little bit before you gotta go.” Any more time with his wife that he could grab, so much the better. Remy did miss her when they weren’t together, contrary to some people’s belief. “You can tell Logan I’m in good hands.” He joked. “Since he’ll worry.”
“He’s going to fuss like a mother hen and you know it,” Candy grinned. “His lover’s gone away.” She put a hand to her forehead, sighing melodramatically. “You’re lucky Velma and I put up with you.”
“I know, I know.” Remy grinned, going to kiss her. “What a pain in the ass I gonna be when I turn into a big movie star, too, eh?” He loved her more for being able to joke and tease. “Only my dog gonna love me. Ruby!” he called, laughing when the pup came running. “Ruby, you be good for your momma, huh?”
“Oh, hush, I’ll love you too you silly boy.” She couldn’t help but beam at him and the dog, though; they were always cute.
“You say that now.” Remy joked, but he kissed her to tell her he knew, that he was just fooling. “But yeah, you wanna take me there? Might do you good.” “Of course I do. Are we going now?” She couldn’t help but pout a little; she didn’t want him to go. If she hadn’t had school she’d have just gone with him, but unfortunately, she did.
“Nowish, oui.” Remy knelt and hugged the dog again. “Gonna miss you, bébé girl,” he told Ruby, laughing when she licked him. “Be good for your momma,” he told her again before turning to his wife. “You up for it?”
Smiling at her husband and the dog, Candy nodded. “It’s just two weeks or so, a month tops. I’ve got at least thirty years with you coming. I can take it.” She ruffled Ruby’s ears and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be home soon, pretty one.”
Remy waved goodbye as he followed Candy out. “I hate leavin’ her. I know, I’m a sucker. Still.” They headed for the roof, and he took her free hand in his, even though it was just a short trip. It was more nerves than anything, but Candy helped him stay down to earth.
“You could take her, if you wanted,” Candy smiled. “I don’t know how they’d feel about a dog on the set, though.” She hated him leaving at all, but she wanted him to have this job. She wanted it for him badly enough she could taste it; she’d never let him stay.
“They’d probably get mad, unfortunately.” Remy smiled, leaning on her for a minute. “But it’s ok. I deal. And I like flyin’ with you.” He’d been scared the first time she’d done it for him, he had to admit, but he’d gotten used to it. Her magic was strong and sure, and the wind in his hair was always kind of exhilarating.
“Let’s go up to the roof, then.” Candy kissed him and wrapped her arms around his waist, biting her lower lip a little. “Bright Eyes? I love you. And you’re gonna do great. Pretty soon I’m gonna have death threats and I know it.”
“Over my dead body.” Remy growled. He pulled her close, feeling protective. “I love you too, Candy girl. Ain’t nobody going to fuck with my family. Ever.”
That made Candy chuckle. “I believe you,” she murmured. Even though she could handle herself, she knew that in the dreams as well as in her waking life, she was nothing without her family and friends. “Well, come on, Superstar. Let’s get you to your trailer.”
“Merci, Madame LeBeau.” Remy pressed his hands together, inclining his head with a grin. “Or should I start saying Namaste or some shit like those hippie idiots?”
“If you do, I’mma punch you,” Candy giggled. She pinched his hip before running for the door, knowing he’d chase her.
He did, after letting out a highly undignified yelping noise. Remy hefted his bag onto his back and ran up the stairs, laughing. “Ain’t no fair!”
“Not my fault you’re slow,” she laughed. She knew that he’d had to lock the door which had given her an advantage, but whatever.
“I got electro powers, not super fast running powers.” Remy teased. Speaking of, though. He opened his bag’s outer pocket, making sure he had the contact case that had been given to him by a friend. “Had to make sure I got the brown contacts,” he explained to her. His eyes couldn’t glow red on a movie set.
“You also got handsome powers,” she teased, looking up at him. “Do you remember how to put them in?”
“Yeah, it’ll be okay.” Remy nodded. “I practiced last night. Didn’t you hear me goin’ ow, ow?” He chuckled a little, but he’d managed to re-learn it well enough.
That made Candy laugh. “Yeah, I did. I just didn’t know what to do, I’ve never had them.” She was cursed with perfect vision. As a kid she’d briefly debated colored ones as well, at least in one eye, just to even them out.
“Me neither til now, but I managed good enough.” Remy shrugged. “Just gotta make sure I had ‘em, is all. Don’t exactly wanna out us mutants to the whole world, I think Scott would laser me to death.” He smiled a little.
“Either that or lecture you until you hung yourself out of boredom,” Candy teased. She held his hand as they walked up the stairs to the roof. Once there, all she had to do was wave a hand, and the glyph started to shimmer into reality.
“That one.” Remy smiled, watching the glyph come into being. “Really, these is so pretty when you make ‘em.”
“I’m glad you think so. In the dreams, at first I have to sing them into being, but I get so much better after a while.” She added doors and made it a bit wider, until it looked like a tiny airplane, shimmering, made of solid light.
“First time I ever saw you do one, it looked shaky, but that was right after Vegas.” She’d been exhausted. That never helped. “This shit looks solid as a rock, chere. I still wouldn’t wanna take Ruby in it or sommat, but for us humans, c’est bon.”
“I was tired,” Candy admitted. “I made one to hold a few hundred people once, but I had a page of the Abarataba with me.” She supposed she could carry the page she’d found around with her, but that almost felt like cheating.
“The what?” Remy tried the door of the glyph, managing to get in without falling.
“It’s a book made of magic,” Candy smiled. “Has every Abaratian spell written inside of it, and it was written literally on magic. So having a page made me beaucoup powerful,” she teased, using his own slang back at him. Hopping in, she whooped and grinned as the craft kicked off.
Remy made a face at her, but it turned into laughter as the thing took flight. “Here we go, huh!” He’d grown to like this, in all honesty; the views were spectacular and he felt nothing so much as close to her when they did this. “I’m lucky, man,” he drawled, sitting back with a grin. “I get to go everyplace with my wife.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and nodded. “I’m the lucky one. I get to go everyplace with a movie star,” she grinned. They shimmered into invisibility from everyone but each other, ensuring they wouldn’t get shot down on the way there.
“Psh.” Remy laughed. “You mean some guy who got a lucky walk-on?” He was excited, but also nervous. He didn’t want people hassling him or his family.
“You have lines, you’re not a walk on,” Candy smiled. “You have to act. That matters.”
“I guess.” He just appreciated that she cared, really. Remy kissed her cheek. “This kinda stuff ain’t distracting you from flyin’, oui?” He didn’t want to crash anyplace.
“Hmm? No, not really. I’m sort of doing it subconsciously.” They wouldn’t crash, but they’d probably just end up off course.
“Just checkin’.” Remy nosed at her neck, smiling. “I love you, but I can sit on m’hands if it means we gonna get problemes.”
“I won’t kill you just before your big break,” Candy grinned. “I promise.” to prove it, she snogged him long and proper, feeling like gloating when the glyph didn’t even bend.
Mm. Remy smirked. “Damn, you is multitalented.” He eyed the area where she was sitting. “Just how roomy is it under there?” He’d gotten a wicked idea.
“Why?” Candy raised an eyebrow. Remy ideas were either sexy, dangerous, or both. Damn Cajun.
“It’s pretty hard to give a girl road head most of the time.” Remy smirked, sliding under the dash. Never mind that he’d managed it. Twice. Once in a Dodge Neon.
That made Candy’s mismatched eyes go wide, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Remy LeBeau, if you fall out of the glyph, I will laugh as I try to catch you.”
“I might fall outta the glyph?” Remy’s eyes shot up. “Well, shit, you ain’t gettin’ any then.” He laughed.
“If you kick the door open, yeah.” Candy moved to straddle Remy, figuring this would be a safer position. “I hope we’re headed toward Vegas,” she murmured as she kissed him.
“Could just go straight south,” Remy pointed out, before being thoroughly distracted.
When they came up for air a little while later, he couldn’t help but be amused. “We still flyin’ true,” he commented. “Least I think so, if that’s Reno lights up ahead.” Vegas had started to look like a semblance of its former self, but Reno was still big and bright.
“Mm, good,” Candy smiled, running her fingers over his hair. He was so pretty. How the hell was she going to sleep for a month without him next to her?
He saw the look on her face and kissed her again gently. “Love you,” Remy murmured. “It’ll be okay, Candy girl. C’est pas so bad.”
“I went to get some Ny-Quil in case I need it to sleep,” she confessed. “I’ve gotten used to you snoring. Maybe Ruby’ll sleep in your spot and saw some logs for me.”
“Aw. Maybe you can have a talk with her. I bet she’d help you.” Remy smiled, leaning on her. “But I so do not snore.”
“Says you,” Candy teased. “Because I hear someone snoring at night, and it’s not me.”
“Lies an’ slander.” Remy laughed. But he was distracted by a big light, seemingly facing straight up from the ground. “That might be the shoot, right there.” He pointed over the side, spying what looked like a small town, with assorted movie lighting set up at the outskirts.
Looking over the edge, Candy smiled. “It’s beautiful. Want to go down and find your trailer? Or do they have you set up in a hotel somewhere?” Candy knew about as much about making movies as she did about nuclear thermodynamics.
“Un hotel,” Remy replied. “Trailers is only when you on set apparently.” He knew a little more from his time doing special effects, but only a little. “I ain’t never been talent before.” He grinned.
“Talent,” Candy giggled. “You’ve always been talented, I think making stuff blow up sounds plenty talented.”
“You know what I mean.” Remy watched as she guided the glyph down toward a landing point. “Usually I been one ‘a the grunts.” Oh, God, would people be doing shit for him and like, groveling? How awkward.
“Well, maybe some people you know will be working on this, and you can talk shit with ‘em.” Candy found her own speech growing lazier and more Southern when she was around her husband. Her mother would’ve given her no end of mockery for it.
“C’est probable.” Remy drawled, smiling. “Careful, girl, you startin’ to sound like me. They gonna think you one of us.” Hell, he’d show her a good time Cajun style if they ever got back to New Orleans.
“That’s fine. Better that than Minnesota.” She wrinkled her nose. “If I ever call someone a hoser, pinch me. Hard.”
“Oui, madame.” And it was madame, after all. Remy held on as Candy landed them on a roof, figuring they could just amble on down the stairwell. “That was a nice flight, p’tite. Thanks.” He smiled genuinely at her, waiting for her to get out so he could take her hand.
She grinned, taking his hand and wrapping her arms around him. “Hey. Did you know I love you? I just wanted to remind you before you see all these hot movie stars.”
“I love you too.” Remy held her close, closing his eyes. “You know you ain’t really gotta worry about me, hein?” He was gonna look, yeah, he wasn’t dead. But he loved her and her strength, and her multicolored eyes and the little mole on her shoulder and everything about her.
“Yeah, I know.” Candy tiptoed up to kiss his nose, grinning when he wriggled it. “I just like to remind you every now and then.”
“Probably does me good.” Remy grinned at her. “C’mon, maybe we can check into l’hotel before I gotta go do anything.” Also, he could wear sunglasses for now, instead of having to stop somewhere and put in his normal-colored contacts.
“Smart man,” Candy grinned, taking his hand and squeezing. She murmured a few words under her breath before giggling and jumping off of the roof. Falling slowly to the ground, she yelled up at him. “Jump!”
Remy froze, eyes wide. What the fuck was she doing? “Gonna use the stairs!” he called, hoping nobody from the movie saw. They’d think he was looney tunes.
“Jump!” Candy landed, grinning and rolling her eyes. “You’ll float, and we’re far enough away, nobody can see you!”
Well, if he was still invisible, that made a difference. Remy raised an eyebrow, muttering a prayer that his wife wasn’t trying to kill him for leaving, and ...
... floated off the roof.
He couldn’t help but feel bizarre. If relieved to be alive. “Glad that worked,” he said when he finally landed. “Was scared it was gonna be like jumpin’ off the church roof at thirteen again.” Of course, Sister Mary Christian wasn’t here to kill him for that.
“I think Sister Mary Christian would chase me down and swat me, and I can’t have that.” She murmured a few more things, and soon they shimmered into visibility, startling a bird and sending it squawking. “Admit it. That was fun.”
“More’n it probably should’a been.” Remy laughed. “C’mon. Let’s go see where they got me stashed, and then we can probably have a quickie in it before I gotta work.”
That made Candy laugh. “Remy LeBeau, never change.” She squeezed his hand, feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.