Remy LeBeau: Here For Your Entertainment. (mssr_lebeau) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-09-06 19:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, athos, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Athos & Remy LeBeau
When: September 6th, around 11am
Where: Athos and D’Artagnan’s Hotel
What: Remy comes to check on D’Art since he isn’t responding to texts.
Rating/Warnings: PG13 for Language
Status: Complete
After a few unanswered texts to D’Artagnan, Remy had decided that he wasn’t going to wait around to find out if his friend had fallen off a cliff or not. He didn’t want to see something awful on the news come morning and know he’d done nothing to help.
So he had hopped in his car and gone to the hotel he knew D’Artagnan and his Dashing Knight were staying at. How did he know? Like it was really that hard for him to figure out. A bit of flirting with a few front desk girls over the phone and he’d found one that had been more than happy to tell him that his friends Athos and D’Artagnan were staying in her hotel.
He’d gone to talk to her once he got there and a charming smile and sob story had won him a key. Up in the elevator, he would soon be locating their room number and knocking on the door. A few seconds passed, then another knock.
If the door wasn’t answered after that? Well, he’d just use the key and go in, carrying a small bag he’d gotten from the convenience store.
***
Athos had been unable to wake D’Artagnan on Thursday morning no matter what he tried so he’d called into work since he didn’t like the idea of leaving him alone. He’d stayed in their bedroom with him the whole time. Unable to sleep properly himself and having horrid nightmares when he did. If these were the sorts of things D’Artagnan dreamed of then his sympathy just increased even more than it had been previously.
When he heard the knock at the door he assumed it was housekeeping and decided to let them notice the ‘Do not disturb’ sign themselves. He wasn’t leaving D’Artagnan’s side more than was necessary. He’d seen on the net that others had been affected too and there was a rumor of something but he wasn’t sure whether or not to believe it and give it a try. Reaching out he brushed D’Artagnan’s hair back from his forehead, it was obvious his sleep was not always restful.
Hearing the hotel room door he sighed, “Read the sign, we don’t need housekeeping” he called getting to his feet and moving to the doorway.
***
Poor Athos would get exactly what he never wanted to see: Remy LeBeau in his home.
Well, his hotel room, but who was counting?
And he had a plastic bag and a slightly surprised expression.. but then he broke into a smile and he’d close the door behind him and flip the lock.
“The Dashing Knight. Hello.” He was annoyingly confident, wasn’t he? Even though he was rather certain Athos could beat him to a bloody pulp. He didn’t seem the smallest bit deterred.
“I bought a few things. He hasn’t been answering my text messages. I’d heard people were passing out--” He’d wanted to check and make sure his friend was okay. “Can I see him?” Despite the smile, he had sharp eyes raking over Athos, taking in his state. He looked like he wasn’t getting any rest. No good rest, anyway.
***
Remy was the very last person Athos wanted or expected to see in their hotel room. Looking for all intents and purposes like he should be there. That alone was enough to rile him. He didn’t get on so well with people who were all arrogance and expectation. And so far that’s all Remy had shown he was.
“He’s asleep. I can’t wake him” Athos said, not making any indication that he was going to move so Remy could pass into the bedroom. “Now care to explain how the hell you managed to get in here? And exactly what you want?” He was a gruff man anyway, except with a select few, but without sleep and with someone he didn’t trust he was even worse.
***
“Well, I got in using the key the lovely girl at the front desk gave me..” He extended it out between two gloved fingertips, with a smile. You could have it, Athos. He didn’t need it anymore. “And I want to help. Honestly.” And he didn’t show a sign of anything being wrong with him. No lack of sleep, not too much sleep, no hallucinations.
Remy wasn’t being troubled by this little fiasco at all.
“I’ve some smelling salts and some things that should be easy for him to digest when he wakes up. It’s no picnic trying to eat after you’ve woken up from a long time without eating. I read something about coma patients throwing everything up. I’ve got rice cakes and some soup, things that won’t be too heavy for him.” He’d look down into that bag and fish out a little bottle, then shake it. “Some sleeping pills, in case you were having trouble.” Yes, he’d thought of you too, Dashing Knight. “And some anti-psychotics incase you were having episodes.” Like Rogue and Sharon were. “And some Aspirin. Because I was coming over.” That bottle would be passed over with a smile.
Didn’t he ever turn off?
No. No, he did not.
“I know you don’t like me, and there’s nothing I can do about that, but D’Artagnan’s my friend and you’re clearly not feeling well. You don’t have to like me, but let me help.” At least he was being.. relatively polite. Sort of? “Now can I see him? Please.”
***
“I obviously need to have words with the security around here” Athos said moving forward to retrieve the key. He would definitely be making sure that little slip up didn’t happen again. Next time it may be someone worse than the cajun. If there was such a person.
Though he grudgingly had to admit Remy looked more put together than Athos right now. He was obviously unaffected by this strangeness going around, which of course he would be. It was just Athos’ bad luck.
“I’ve got everything we need. I can take care of him when he wakes perfectly fine without assistance” And there was no way in hell he was taking sleeping pills while D’Artagnan lay sleeping due to some kind of spell or other strangeness. He rolled his eyes at the aspirin comment, he really was rather irritating.
“I’m fine. D’Artagnan will be fine” Athos said looking at him squarely, before turning to re-enter their bedroom. “You can see him. Because he’s want you to know he was okay” he admitted extremely grudgingly.
***
“You’re really the type that doesn’t like to take any sort of help, aren’t you?” Remy was, too. He could understand it. It was a masculinity thing-- a lot of men seemed to fall prey to being an island. Even some women.
“Taking help doesn’t make you any less capable. Look at you, you’re a mess. What do you think he’s going to say when he wakes up and sees you like this? He’s going to feel guilty. I’ll watch him a few minutes, you go get a shower, take some pain killers, change your clothes, look like the Dashing Knight you’re supposed to be.” He would follow Athos into the bedroom, but he didn’t go far in, he stopped there in the doorway and let his shoulder rest against it, a small frown coming to his features as he looked over the kid in the bed.
“You don’t want to look weak and broken when he wakes up.” Hazel eyes moved to Athos as he said it, eyebrows going up. “You should be the rock he needs you to be.” And Athos certainly looked like he could crumble at any moment.
This spell was certainly taking its toll on everyone.
Except the annoyingly charming Cajun. The world could crumble around him and he’d still look untouched. That was just Remy. Untouchable. Unbreakable. It made the people who knew him hate him.
***
Athos bristled at Remy’s observations or accusations, with him it was kind of hard to tell though Athos was more inclined to think it was the latter.
“I am perfectly capable of accepting help from friends when I need it” Athos said pointedly, it just so happened that Remy wasn’t a friend and Athos didn’t think he needed help. “Maybe you have been affected by all this if you think for one moment I’m leaving you alone with him” he said moving to the bed and sitting down taking D’Artagnan’s hand in his.
“When D’Artagnan wakes I will be the first person he sees and I will be the rock he needs me to be” his words were strong even if he wasn’t feeling as strong as them. But his shoulders had straightened and he’d tried to not look as tired when Remy had suggested he looked weak and broken. It certainly wasn’t a good idea to put Athos’ back up. Not that Remy cared, Athos didn’t think many opinions broke through that hard, untouchable, shell.
***
“What am I going to do, eat him?” Remy broke into a grin and rolled his eyes up, then brought hazel back down to lock onto Athos as he took up that seat beside his Prince’s bed. The Cajun hadn’t figured out one for Aramis yet, but he’d surely come up with some sort of title for him, too. The Prince, the Dashing Knight, and the Sentinel. The only thing he could think about Aramis at the time he’d met him was how nice his ass was.
“No. When D’Artagnan wakes up, you’ll be the first person he sees and the first person he worries over. It’ll end up with him blaming himself for not being awake to help you.” Damn the Cajun and his people-watching. He knew the kid pretty well from just their few outings together.
“Go shower. Change your clothes. As soon as you get out, you can be at his bedside again and I’ll make you something to eat so you don’t pass out on him. I can understand wanting to take care of someone you love,” No he couldn’t, Remy didn’t love anything, “But you need to let someone else help you, so you can help him.” And he was the only ‘someone else’ here. “When did you last eat?” Remy bet he hadn’t left the kid’s side long enough for anything but to grab a bag of crackers or something similar.
***
Athos just didn’t trust Remy, at all. He didn’t want to leave D’Artagnan with him but he couldn’t deny that there was very little the man could do. And in fact he could still see the bed from the ensuite doorway, if he was quick it would only be a few minutes. He was overreacting and he knew it but he was tired, grumpy and having to talk to the man who’d kissed his boyfriend. It didn’t make for a happy combination.
Instead of responding to the Cajun’s astute observations about D’Artagnan’s character and the way he would react upon waking he grunted instead. Thumb stroking over the back of D’Artagnan’s hand. He needed to do this for D’Artagnan’s sake, he knew it. And boy did he hate that Remy was the one to point it out to him. “I’m not sure” he admitted, “An apple this morning I think” though in all honesty that could have been yesterday. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand.
***
Not many people who knew Remy trusted him. Just ask anyone who had dreams about him.
“An apple? Athos, go shower. I swear, I’ll sit right here, I’ll yell if he so much as twitches, and I won’t take my eyes off of him.” He also swore he wouldn’t kiss him, but that was left unsaid, he didn’t want to upset the older man anymore than he already was.
“Cross my heart.” Promised with a smile.
“Go on. When you get out, I’ll feed you. And you’ll look like a million bucks when he wakes up.” He was finally pushing away from the doorway and coming into the room. “I know you don’t trust me, but you can.” You could trust him. Really, you could.
D’Artagnan did.
***
Athos looked at Remy for a long moment before almost imperceptibly nodding, turning back to D’Artagnan he lifted his hand to place a gentle kiss against it before laying it down again. Adjusting the covers so he’d be comfortable before rising. “Any movement and you call me” the touch him and I’ll break your hand was implied, along with the kiss him and I’ll break your face. It wouldn’t be hard. Athos could be fiercely protective.
“I don’t need feeding” he added as he stalked towards the bathroom, grabbing clean trousers and looking back at D’Artagnan. Eyes shifted to Remy briefly, “Trust is earned” he said and nothing he’d seen so far encouraged him to trust this man.
Sadly D’Artagnan wasn’t always the best judge of character.
***
“I’ll call.” He would-- but there’d be no movement, surely.
“Then give me a chance to earn it.” Retorted as Athos headed into the bathroom. And as the other showered, he’d sit and watch D’Artagnan, just measuring his breathing, watching his face, inspecting the condition he was in. He looked.. peaceful. Hm. Like it was just normal sleep.
He’d take up the spot that Athos had been sitting in, but didn’t touch, only watched. And he’d stay there until he heard the other man get out of the shower and come back into the room.
***
Remy’s response played on Athos’ mind as he showered. Maybe he had overreacted. He still wanted to punch the man for daring to kiss D’Artagnan but his actions so far that day had proven he might have some decent qualities about him. At the very least he could take some time to gain a more well informed opinion. He supposed that couldn’t hurt.
He finished his shower in record time, drying quickly and throwing on his trousers. Emerging from the bathroom still drying his hair. His eyes immediately sought out D’Artagnan but he hadn’t moved. He was still just sleeping, almost peacefully right now.
***
Remy’s smile spread out on his face again when he saw Athos.
“And here you are, turned from that scary homeless man that lives on fifth to the dashing, handsome knight I know you are. You look good wet.” Flirting. It was just what he did-- harmless flirting. Complimenting, really. Most of the time, it made people feel brilliant about themselves. It was an ego boost-- and Remy, for some reason, really liked making people more confident. Probably because he liked confident people.
He was trying very hard to give D’Artagnan that same confidence he himself carried. It made life so easier.
“Now sit down, relax, he didn’t move an inch.” The red-head was up on his feet and stretching some. “You stay here, I’ll be back in a little bit.” If they didn’t have anything stashed to eat in here, he’d have to get room service. But he hoped there was some food-- if nothing else, he’d brought soup.
***
“You flirt with everybody?” Athos asked, as he moved to the wardrobe and grabbed a fresh shirt, pulling it on before moving to D’Artagnan’s side once more. It didn’t exactly make Athos feel good, it slightly confused him. He’d assumed Remy had been the type of charmer who flattered, took what he wanted and left but that motive didn’t make sense here. He knew he’d get nothing from Athos, and hopefully realised D’Artagnan was a no go zone as well. Could he honestly just want to be friends? Athos usually read people well. Remy was somewhat of a confusing one.
He couldn’t deny confidence would look good on D’Artagnan, lord knows the boy should be confident. He was incredibly attractive, kind, clever and a good soul.
He nodded, “You don’t have to do anything else. It was good of you to watch him” and boy did that cost a lot to admit. Remy would find their kitchen wasn’t too bad. Aramis and Porthos kept them well stocked and the hotel had provided a fair sized kitchen. For a hotel anyway.
***
“Anything that moves.” He admitted easily and with a smile. “I don’t see anything wrong with making someone feel good about themselves. Complimenting them does that. You should see the way it.. lights someone up. Telling a woman she’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen..” He shook his head some but was smiling. “It could change her whole life, the way she looks at herself, thinks about herself.” He rolled his shoulders back gracefully.
The Cajun was turning to leave the small bedroom and head into the little kitchen.
“All I did was sit there, Dashing Knight, I haven’t done anything. And you eating an apple,” he stuck his head back in the room with a smile, swinging around the corner in a childish way. “Isn’t good enough. It’s shitty, in fact. You’re eating. I’m a good cook.” He pointed a gloved finger at him, “You’ll love it.” With that, he was disappearing back out of that doorway and into the kitchen.
If left alone, he would be coming back into the bedroom with a Styrofoam bowl of soup with rice. It was relatively bland, since the poor man clearly hadn’t eaten much, but he’d given it some spice. Just enough to have a good, small kick.
He’d bring the bowl over and present it along with a plastic fork, and a balled up napkin. “Take the aspirin. You’ve got to have a headache from not eating.”
You wouldn’t take care of you, Athos?
He’d do it for you.
***
Sure, Athos thought, if that was all it did but what about when it didn’t stop there. “So what happens when that same woman realises you were just trying to get in her pants? Does that compliment still light her up? Or does she start to think maybe it was all just a lie?” he asked, there was no accusation in his tone - surprisingly. He just wondered if the sweet talker ever considered the consequences or if he was too busy moving on to something or someone else by then.
“I have a name you know and I’m not a knight” though he didn’t honestly mind the nickname, it could be much worse. “Big claim” he called after him rolling his eyes. Okay so he could see why D’Artagnan might want this guy as a friend. It was hard to stay mad or grumpy around him for long. Which was annoying in itself.
In all honesty Athos was so worried about D’Artagnan that he hadn’t given much thought to himself. He wasn’t going to die of hunger after so short a time but it probably would be better to look somewhat healthy for D’Artagnan’s awakening. So when Remy returned he took the food and the pills and consumed them. “This is okay” he said after a few mouthfuls, which was a bit of a lie because it was really really tasty.
***
“Well,” he’d say from the other room once that question was asked. He didn’t sound offended, it was all matter-of-fact. Remy didn’t get offended. “Honestly, I’m not generally out to get into their pants. I have a very specific type of woman that I like. If I’m not convinced she could kill me if she wanted to.. I’m really not very interested.” He needed to see a therapist.
“Which is why it’s a little funny to me that you’re concerned I’m making a move on your Prince, Dashing Knight.” You’d never get away from the nickname now, Hero. “Because,” he’d say, sticking his head around the corner again to smile at him. “You’re more my type.” Able to beat the ever loving shit out of him. “If you were a woman.” Then he was gone back into the kitchen.
Soon, though, he was back with the soup and rocking onto his toes in a childish manner for the ‘okay’ compliment. “Oh bullshit, I’m amazing and you know it.” His smile was wide and pleased. No lacking confidence there.
Really, Remy could look like such a kid when he wasn’t trying to be the suave gentleman. The suit always made him look older than he was, but his actions often gave him away.
“You know,” he’d say after a few seconds. “The kid really wants to go to Vegas.” And perhaps Athos thought he was going to try to swindle his way into taking him, what with this playing nice-- maybe that was his goal? But he’d be tugging an envelope out of his blazer’s inner pocket. He set it on the dresser. “Take him.” He tapped the envelope with a finger. “You can’t say no because I’ve already bought the tickets and booked the room. Four days.”
Bending, he’d scoop up the bag he’d brought with him and set it on the dresser next to the envelope. “I heard a nasty rumor.” He’d continue without hesitation. “True love’s kiss? You should try it. Wake him up now that you smell nice and all.” A wink followed. “Good luck.”
And if not stopped, he’d be turning to leave the bedroom and head for the door. He didn’t want to be there when D’Artagnan woke up, that should be reserved for the happy couple.
***
Offending Remy really didn’t bother Athos, he kind of got the impression he couldn’t anyway. “You’re aware that’s not usually how things go. You should probably see someone” and there was only the hint of sarcasm in there. It really did sound like quite an unhealthy lifestyle choice.
“You’re not into...” Athos stopped, no he’d kissed D’Artagnan. There was no way this man was straight, he couldn’t have been that wrong surely? Could he? If he was telling the truth then a female version of Athos would be more up his street. As capable as D’Artagnan was he probably wouldn’t kick the shit out of Remy.
“Amazing might be overkill” he said but there was an honest to goodness half smile on his face, no matter how much he might want there not to be. God, he really needed sleep.
“You can’t just give away something like that” Athos protested, “You don’t even like me” he added. Nobody did that, especially not the kind of person Athos had thought Remy was. Was this all part of a ruse or should he really give this guy a chance. He got the feeling he could probably use a good friend, and while that might not be Athos, it could be D’Artagnan.
Standing Athos moved to the doorway, “Remy” he said, using his name for the first time, “Thank you. For coming round to check on D’Artagnan and the other stuff” And funnily enough it wasn’t as hard to say as he’d thought it would be.
***
Was he straight? Ninety percent straight. Sure, he’d slept with men before, but men were nothing like women. Something about breasts.
God. He loved breasts.
“I keep telling myself I should probably see a therapist, but.. who has time for that?” Partly kidding, partly serious. His smile, though, was easy.
Pausing in the doorway, he’d look back with a laugh when Athos announced he didn’t like him. “Why wouldn’t I like you? I happen to think you’re pretty great. You’re handsome, you’re sexy,” He swept a hand out as if to say ‘Look at yourself!’ “You’ve got a great smile, and you make the little Prince happy. I just wish you didn’t hold onto him quite so tightly. He’s your boyfriend, not your son. And he still has a lot of growing up to do. Let the kid get out there and find some confidence. He’s sexy, he’s smart, he’s unbelievably fun. And I don’t think he knows it.” He pointed. “Take him to Vegas. Let him figure it out.” Take it from the man who knew everything about being sure of yourself.
Turning again, he’d get his hand on the door before his name was spoken and he’d look back with a smile.
“Thanks for not strangling me to death.”
***
Athos did look a little shocked at Remy’s description of him, he truly hadn’t expected that. And it somehow made the next things he said easier to take. He was overprotective, he knew that. He wanted to protect D’Artagnan from anything that might hurt him. So much so that he’d forgotten it was those kind of pains that made you grow up and become who you were supposed to be. How ironic that it was this man who’d make him see that. He nodded briefly. He’d take D’Artagnan and let him run a little wild. After all, he probably did need it.
“You’re lucky you caught me on an off day” And yes that was Athos attempting to joke a little.
***
“Maybe we’ll reschedule the strangling to death later, then.” He’d give him a wink, then open the door and pause, looking back again. “Kiss him.” Instructed as he pointed again. “Do it.” He’d slide his sunglasses onto his face, then step out and close the door behind him.
Now he had to get back to his hallucinating girl-who-was-a-friend-but-definitely-not-h