Candy Quackenbush can walk on water. (toitshour) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-17 03:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, candy quackenbush, remy lebeau (gambit) |
This crazy dream shit spirallin’ out of control.
Who: Candy Quackenbush and Remy LeBeau.
What: Remy had an accident.
When: After these texts.
Where: UC Irvine hospital.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Status: Complete!
Remy had been working, doing his usual job, never mind that his color vision had gone. He’d had dreams of explosions, of causing havoc and killing people accidentally, and being caught up by a man calling himself Mr. Sinister. He’d woken up in a sweat, collected himself, then looked in a mirror and panicked. His eyes were now no longer blue; instead they were tinted a deep shade of red.
He’d done his best to ignore it, going about his day with sunglasses on - thank every God they’d been shooting outside. Everything had been shipshape until he’d been wiring a smoke bomb and plugged the green wire into where the blue wire belonged - evidently. All he remembered was waking up in the ambulance with a throbbing headache and the feeling of burned skin. He was in the hospital at this point, figuring he’d just bide his time until they let him out the next day. He’d asked Justin to get hold of Candy, so she wouldn’t worry.
Candy had stormed into the hospital, on a mission. What had that asshole director that Remy hated done now? When she got to reception she asked for Remy LeBeau’s room, let them know that she was his girlfriend, and they led her to his room.
Biting her lip hard when she saw him laying in the bed, she moved to sit next to him, tears filling her mismatched eyes. “Oh, Bright Eyes, what did that bastard do to you?”
Remy’s eyes were closed when he heard the door open. He opened them on reflex, but as soon as he saw it was Candy, he closed them again. Probably just delaying the inevitable, but still. “Who?” he managed, through cracked lips.
“Your director,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss him. “Something he did went wrong, right?”
Remy smiled gingerly, keeping his eyes closed. “No,” he said, settling back. “I was settin’ a smoke bomb and I wired it wrong.” He didn’t mind admitting a mistake. He just didn’t want to admit why.
Wiping her eyes, Candy smiled. “Well, thank god you’re all right. That’s all that matters.” Leaning down she kissed him firmly, eyes closed. “I was so scared. I owe Justin an apology, I might have snapped at him.”
“Aw, why?” Remy murmured, trying to act somewhat half-awake. “How bad’s the burning?” He knew he had at least a bit of burning on his face, but hopefully it wasn’t awful. First things first, then they could deal with the color-blindness.
“Because I get snippy when I’m panicked.” She ran her fingers through his singed hair. “It looks terrible. I don’t know. Did something get into your eyes? You’re keeping them closed.” She was biting her lower lip in nervousness.
It would have been so easy to take the out, and yet he couldn’t. He sighed, though his deep breath was interrupted by a fit of coughing. “Somet’in happen to my eyes even before the accident. M’scared to show you.” They were so weird - he’d barely been able to make out that they were red before he’d lost all ability to see color.
“Remy. I love you. I don’t want you to be scared of showing me anything. I - why were you setting up a bomb if your eyes weren’t okay?” She ran her fingers over his forehead as it was less hurt there. “I’m just … I just want you to be okay, Cajun.”
“It was cause of the dreams. I thought it’d be okay if I just acted like nothin’ was wrong.” Remy couldn’t help but be scared. He loved her, too. If she left he’d … well. He slowly opened his eyes, though the sight of Candy looking worried - in monochrome - almost made him sob in sheer frustration.
Candy’s jaw dropped. His eyes were beautiful, red on black like some sort of painting. “You’re still you,” she murmured, leaning over to kiss his eyelids. “Kids have made fun of me for my eyes for years.” But tears still fell from her eyes. If he was colorblind, it would take him some getting used to. He’d still be upset. He might not have his job at all, and he’d hate working a 9 to 5. “Whatever you need, Cajun. I’m here, okay?”
“Shit,” he murmured, “you gonna make me cry.” He felt for her hand and squeezed it, needing to touch her, and know she wasn’t going to go. “I woke up with the color fadin’. By the time I got to work … rien.” He shrugged one shoulder, wincing. “But I set up the bombs anyway - this was the fourth one I set today. Green and blue is close enough. Or so I thought.”
She swatted him on the shoulder. She would’ve hit him harder, but he was hurt. “Don’t … please don’t play so fast and loose with your life, Remy. Please.” She closed her eyes and tried to think, to choose her words. One of her weaknesses - a very Quackenbush trait, so her mother said - was speaking in anger, without thinking. “I understand where that would be scary for you. I get being petrified. But I wish you’d have told me. I don’t want you to be afraid, but I want you alive.” she chuckled to herself, leaning down to kiss the crinkles near the corners of his eyes again. “Don’t cry.”
“I thought you’d leave me,” he said quietly. “This crazy dream shit spirallin’ out of control.” She had her own shit, she didn’t need his.
“I will never leave you for anything you dream,” she whispered. “Ever. They’re dreams. Maybe they’re past lives, maybe they’re memories, but that’s not the Remy I know, and the Remy I know is the only one I care about.” She met his eyes. “Remy. I’m going to marry you someday and we’re going to have a whole gaggle of prissy little girls who date every slutty guy in town, just so I can help give you your karmic comeuppance.”
He would have laughed, but it hurt. “Got that much comin’ to me, I know that.” He squeezed her hand as tight as he dared. “If you did go, I wouldn’t be mad, yanno.” Remy tried to sound calm, given she’d just gotten rid of a lot of his fears. Still. “I don’ know what’s gonna happen to me, f’ I can’t see no colors. Don’ know if I can keep my job.” Shit, maybe he should talk to Zevran. Did you need to see colors to work on a porn set?
She smiled and kissed him. “I’ll work doubles if I have to. Student loan money should cover the apartment.” Curling up next to him on the bed, she smiled. “If I leave you, you’ve either tried to kill me or I’ve been brainwashed. I want you to trust me.”
“Could always work behind the scenes for Zevran.” Remy half kidded, but he sighed a little when she curled up next to him. “Rest of me’s fine, just the face and shoulders hurts like hell. And I ain’t being your kept man, Candy Quackenbush.”
“Until we get your job situation sorted, you won’t be homeless. That’s all.” She held his hand, squeezing it gently. “You could do porn if you wanted. You’d be … amazing. I’d pay money to watch you, honestly.”
“I said behind the scenes. Wouldn’t do nothin’ you get mad at.” He wanted to kiss her, but his neck was stiff. He just closed his eyes, feeling relieved. “M’sorry. I hope I ain’t get all scarred. I couldn’t work in porn even if I wanted to, then.” He had to laugh, though he tried not to breathe deep, given it would hurt. “Imagining me with a mask.”
She moved to kiss him instead. “Cajun, you could have no arms and no legs and you’d still be the hottest man I’ve ever seen. And you’d still be the best porn star ever, speaking from personal experience.” Kissing him gently, she smiled against his lips. “And you’re brilliant, you’ll find work.”
“I hope so.” Remy sighed lightly, but he couldn’t help but feel weak and shaky. “You wanna marry me one day, girl?”
“If you want to.” She blushed, closing her eyes. “I say random shit when I’m worried as hell about my man.”
“One day.” He could be happy to see himself doing that eventually. “Un jour I could.” Remy sighed again, closing his eyes. He kept her hand in his. “I want to know what these damn dreams is, though. Scared of where they gonna go.”
“In a few years. Ten, twenty, doesn’t matter.” She kissed his temple. “Doesn’t matter where they go, I’ll be there with you. Mine are … you know mine are awful too.” She bit her lip, kissing his shoulder gently. “I always want to be here with you. And you know I don’t scare easy.”
“You don’t talk about yours.” Instantly Remy felt like an ass. “Wish you did. I could maybe help somehow.”
“I dreamed I made this friend in the Abarat, the world I dream about. He was a slave, and this awful wizard was keeping him and beating him.” She’d taken a stick to the back a few times, and it made her wince just thinking of it. “Me too. And … I don’t know, I got him safe, but it was - just reminded me of Dad too much.”
Remy reached up and wrapped his arm around her, trying to move the IV line so he didn’t tangle Candy in it. “I’m sorry, cherie.” He shook his head. “I wish you could get away from all that.” He didn’t ever think he could actually kill anyone, but he thought about doing it to her father.
“I can. I wake up then I see you. It helps.” She smiled, snuggling closer to him. “Wonder if they’d bring another gurney in here so I can come stay with you.” She closed her eyes, feeling her forehead meet his. “This is nice and cosy.”
“Dun’ know. Could always ask.” Remy kissed her gently, wincing as the burns on his face cracked.
“I’m going to.” She kissed his forehead. “You stay here. You need more pain meds?” She was already out to get a nurse to give those to him anyway.
Remy nodded, turning away momentarily, though he did smile when the nurse came in with more painkillers. She patted his hair, and Remy smiled at her, watching her replace the IV bag. The nurse was a thin blonde who smiled nervously at him before leaving. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of awkwardness at her nerves, though.
“Squirrely lady,” Candy groused, folding her arms and glaring at the departing form. “They’re going to bring a gurney in with them, you’re not an infection risk.” She smiled, sitting down to squeeze his hand. “You’re stuck with me all night.”
“Bien.” Remy could feel the pain meds starting to hit, and he smiled. “Feelin’ all sleepy.”
“Well, I’ll be here when you wake up. I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled right back, kissing his forehead. “They gave you morphine, that stuff is going to make you pass out. Just breathe and sleep. All you have to do now is get better.”
“I love you.” Remy closed his eyes. “Gonna try to sleep now.” He hadn’t thought he could manage it, but sheer relief did a lot to make that better.