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Remy LeBeau (ace_of_clubs) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-17 21:10:00

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!complete, day 16, location: gas station, remy lebeau, the doctor (ten)

Who: Remy LeBeau & The Tenth Doctor
What: Hunting for food.. jackpot.
Where: The Gas Station.
When: Day 16, 1:30pm
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

After walking Tonks back to the Library at a very ungodly hour, Remy LeBeau had bid her good night and had walked back alone, to his barn, in the darkness, then he'd settled down in his bed and had let out a slow breath. What a night. He hoped the Doctor would come back tonight, but somehow knew he wouldn't, and had rolled over with that thought and had gone to sleep. It'd been cold, without a second person. But come morning, it had been much warmer, and he could feel a warm body next to him and it made him smile just a little. The Doctor had come back, after all. He idly smoothed a hand up over his shoulder, down his arm.. and his very muscular bicep.

Red eyes opened immediately to stare at the face across from him, but there was no face. There was no head. Nothing. And the Cajun had shouted loudly and scrambled as fast as he could back off of that large couch, falling with a thud onto the floor boards as he pushed away, staring wide-eyed and panting, gaze locked onto the headless body. He knew immediately who it was, though it took him a few moments to actually stand and go closer. After reaching out to lay his hand on that arm again, his brain registered that it was cold. He'd been dead some time, the color of his skin made that obvious. The only reason he'd been warm was because he'd been pressed up against the Cajun. The thought made his stomach turn and he had to close his eyes to hold back the wave of nausea.

It had taken him two hours to dig a hole behind the barn, having bent one of those metal chairs into a spoon type shape and used it to move the Earth, then it had taken him half an hour to wrap Logan up in the top few sheets of the bed and carry his body out behind the barn. It had taken him another hour to fill in the hole and pat it down good and hard. He didn't want something digging up the body of his former rival.

Looks like he'd won that rivalry, huh, Logan? The thought made him smirk, and he stabbed the chair into the ground as a marker, then had walked away. Only then had he really taken stock of the car in front of the barn and wrote a short journal entry about it. If someone didn't claim it soon, it was going to be his. He'd break a window if he had to, but it really was too pretty to do that. So he'd wait, for now. And after a trip to the gym, a cold shower (along with fresh clothes) and a shave, he had returned to the barn, grabbed a pillow case, and headed first to the gas station. He needed another small supply of food. His twinkies were all gone.

And when he arrived, he was treated to quite the nice surprise, and had thrown four of those MREs into his sack and some of the junk food, some gum, a few other little things.. then he was tearing open the case of water and tossing a few bottles into the sack as well. He wouldn't take the whole thing. Because he was nice. Because he didn't want the others to suffer without water. Because he knew the women would need it to keep their figures slim. Because he wanted to share. .. Okay, those were all lies. He just didn't want to carry it.

The heat wave was nice though, the Doctor's coat had been left behind in the barn and he was in just a white undershirt and a pair of torn jeans-- and, of course, his boots. He never left home without his boots, or those dark gloves on his hands.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-18 04:38 am UTC (link)

Remy didn't press. He'd expected him to press and he didn't. Usually when the Doctor indicated he didn't want to talk about something it made the Cajun just want to push more. It was like waving a red flag before the bull and not expecting it to charge. He'd done it anyway, and the bull had stayed in place, The Doctor was mystified.

Before he could say anything, though he saw that smile. That was his smile. That was the sort of smile that the Doctor had no choice but to echo with one in kind. He adored that smile, and that was no small measure. He nodded as the Cajun talked. It was certainly for the best.

Then Gambit asked him to come back, guiding himself onto his toes, anticipating. The Doctor looked down. In the back of his head he was still angry. He still wanted, no needed, his space. Yet, there was his friend, asking him to come back. To ease that loneliness.

"Soon." The Doctor said, looking away. He needed that control. He'd come back Gambit, just on his own terms and in his own time. Promise.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-18 04:45 am UTC (link)

When the Doctor said he'd come back soon, the Cajun nodded and turned his face away too, but surprisingly, it didn't wipe the smile from his mouth, it stayed there, curling up the edges and exposing teeth. He trusted you, Doctor. He believed you. And he was bending to pick up his bag again, then straighten up.

"Y' wanna have lunch wit' me?" He was taking this all so well. See, Time Lord? All it took was a good punch to his face and he backed off, for better or worse. For worse in his case, for better in the Doctor's. But that was what mattered, in the end: the Doctor's feelings. Gambit was easy to please.

He had the MREs, after all. And some water. Even a few little things for desert. And they didn't have to go back to the barn, they could go anywhere, if the Doctor liked.

Or if he was turned down, Remy would simply walk away.

That would be something the Doctor had never seen before: The back of the Cajun's head.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 01:28 pm UTC (link)

Another sort of rejection for the Cajun, yet that smile stayed quite nicely fixed on his features. The Time Lord's echo of a smile had slipped away in moments. He had a lot bottled up in that head of his. The least of which was the awkward situation this place had conjured for him. His brain had never really left the conversation he'd had with Jack this morning, the Captain's reaction. He'd never managed to get the sound of Dalek's from his thoughts and what his immediate, visceral reaction had been: Rose.

'Wanna have lunch wit' me?' The mutant asked, in a tone that felt almost too normal for it's own good. He thought about it for a moment, turning it over in his head. He had come here because he was hungry after all. He scratched his head. "You wouldn't have any fish and chips from Cardiff in that pouch of yours?" That would be a yes, Gambit.

The Doctor stepped backward, pulling himself up to sit on top of the counter, toes tapping at the air. Lunch in a convenience store? How convenient.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-19 10:07 pm UTC (link)

"Oui, in fac', I do. Bu' it's in disguise.. ha' t' wrap 'dem up in some plas'ic an' preten' 'dey military meals, didn' wan' everyone crowdin' roun' an' tryin' t' take 'dem, you know?" He laughed a little at his own, very bad joke, before he lifted his eyebrows and smiled at the Doctor. He was just trying to make you feel better, Time Lord.

And a moment later, he was dipping into his freshly-opened bag and tugging out one of those MREs, to hand it over to the Doctor. A bottle of water followed, then Remy grabbed his own and was hopping up onto the counter next to him in a smooth, graceful motion. Close enough that their hips touched, and their elbows would bump everyone once in a while, but Remy didn't mind.. he enjoyed the 'accidental' closeness.

"Still stayin' at 'de carnival, mon ami?" He questioned finally, after tearing open the plastic packet that his meal came in, and tugging out the little tray. He'd had these things before. He hated them. Tasted like cardboard.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 10:19 pm UTC (link)

The Doctor's eyes rolled and his head shook a little when the Cajun said he did in fact have some fish and chips from Cardiff. Did he even know where Cardiff was? You'd done it, Remy, you'd made him smile in spite of himself.

Taking the plastic pouch the Doctor worked it open with relative difficulty. One would think it would have been made slightly easier to open, but the plastic was thick and the Doctor was left feeling pretty thick himself.

When Remy asked if he was still staying at the Carnival the Doctor gave a momentary pause, peeling apart the pouch that had been nearly labelled "Pound cake, vanilla."

"Yes," came the simple answer. He'd spent the night in the back of a bumper car and woke up this morning in the middle of a dry heat. He hadn't taken off his heavy outer coat, and he wouldn't. He'd deal. Much like how he'd deal with the game of twister he was playing with Remy and Rose. Really stepped in it this time.

As the Time Lord worked at his meal his elbow would catch the Cajun's and he would freeze in that second. The Cajun who'd forced this closeness felt a million miles away - and it wasn't the Cajun's fault, either. Taking a bit of pound cake and popping it into his mouth the Doctor chewed thoughtfully. "Ran into Jack this morning." That's it Doctor, keep up the small talk.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-19 11:38 pm UTC (link)

But when they touched elbows, Remy, unlike the Doctor, didn't miss a beat, and he seemed not to notice that the other man had paused.. but don't worry, Time Lord, he had noticed. Very little escaped the street-smart red-head. And he was inspecting his own meal and pulling apart a pouch labeled 'Roast Beef'. He wasn't surprised to find that it was very jerky like.. but when he tore off a piece and ate it, it brought a smile to his face. It wasn't really that bad. Not at all.

Better than twinkies, in any case.

"Did you?" Small talk was fine with Remy, because he'd found that he wasn't quite ready to talk about anything else. Not right now, anyway. He was still thinking about having buried the headless body of Logan behind the barn. He knew he was going to have nightmares about it waking up and coming after him, tonight. He was actually glad the Doctor wouldn't be around, or he'd embarrass himself when he wound up screaming about it, or something equally as stupid.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-19 11:47 pm UTC (link)

Was it wrong that the Time Lord found himself almost jealous of the Cajun's theatrics? The mutant had this charisma to hide behind that times made him seem almost impenetrable, at least to the Doctor anyway. Commonly, the Doctor preferred to do his hiding behind ego and cleverness and brash avoidance. The mutant had seen through those, hadn't he? Blast it.

That left the Doctor there, feeling a bit on the silly side. What was that? Not silly. It was nervous. He buried it well and deep in the soles of his feet generally reserved for annoyances, trivialities and frivolousness. Down there, bottom of his feet, nervous. That's why he was tap, tap, tapping away just now at mid air, even as he unwrapped his spoon and tried out the cold pouch labeled 'beef stew.' Wasn't half bad, actually.

"He seemed in a good mood," which the Doctor now knew to attribute to the coat. He'd already thanked Gambit for doing that, so he wouldn't be doing so again.

"You're not staying alone in the barn, are you?" He'd heard rumors, or at least read in the journals that the experiments were getting less game-like and more serious. Something about surgeries. Something about people being scared. People usually weren't scared after the experiments before.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-19 11:59 pm UTC (link)

"'Das good, don' nee' everyone bein' all upse', non? An' gon' do no one good 'cep' 'de people runnin' 'dis place, we all star' gettin' upse' an' angry, non? 'Das wha' 'dey tryin' t' do, tryin' t' break us." It was something Gambit had come to realize. "They experimen'in' on us, Docteur, bu' no' t' see how we reac' t' t'in's.. 'dey experimen'in' on us t' see how lon', an' wha' it gonna take, t' break us. T' make us give up." He smiled over at the Doctor then and lifted up his fork some. "I don' give up." And even as he said that, he was looking back down and taking another bite of his meal.

And, once the Doctor asked, Remy nodded some, then finishing chewing and lifted red eyes back to brown. "Oui, o' course. Ain' gonna le' no one sleep in y' spo', Docteur. An' I ain' really welcome lo's o' ot'er places, non?" The Cajun smiled widely then and shook his head. It was true. He couldn't go the museum, nor could he go to the gym. Not really. The Winchesters were at the gym and neither liked him.. and Jack and Shannon were at the museum, and he knew Jack had it out for him, and Shannon..? Well, that had gotten quite strange. So here he was.

"Besi'e. Woul'n' leave anyway. 'Das my home." Strange as it sounded for him to say, it was true. Everyone else actually had a home they wanted to go back to.. for the Doctor, it was his TARDIS, for the others, it was their houses, their planets, their worlds. Remy? Remy had made his home in that barn. And he wasn't leaving any time soon.

"An' you know wha' else? I saw a chile, walkin' 'roun' here, jus' 'dis mornin'. Jus' a boy. Maybe fifteen? All cu' up an' confuse' lookin'. Ain' talk t' him, he seeme' kin'a spacy.." And the red-head had felt.. well.. uncomfortable, for some reason. And he'd stayed back.

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fromgallifrey
2009-07-20 12:07 am UTC (link)

The Doctor was already fully aware that you, Remy LeBeau, do not give up. He'd experienced it time and time again. Each damned time he tried to put you on the proper path you ran right off it and into the brier patch. Each time he'd tried to get you to look up, you looked down. And when you did these things? You did them because you thought you were right and you wouldn't give that bit up. Yes, Remy, he knew.

"This isn't the time to be stubborn, Gambit," The Doctor said between mouthfuls of food. He shoved his spoon into his pouch and ignored it, turning a sideways glance right to the Cajun. "I don't think they're playing anymore."

He paused a beat. "You need to find a houseguest, then." He nodded. Fine if the barn was Remy's home, no problem. He did, however need to find someone else to stay there. Anyone else. The Doctor didn't fancy anyone but himself sleeping alone, thank you.

"A what?" The Doctor's brow quirked. "A child?" Then that same brow knitted. That just wasn't right. That just wasn't right at all.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-20 12:15 am UTC (link)

"I go' uh house gues', he's jus' stayin' somewhere else f' uh time." He looked over at the Doctor then and smiled. Yes, he meant you. You were the only person he was going to let sleep there with him. He'd considered inviting the boy, but.. there was something very wrong with him, though the Cajun couldn't put his finger on it. He just had the urge to avoid him like the plague.. though, he had no real want to tell the Doctor that. Not yet. He thought he'd be scolded for avoiding a child.

"Oui, was wearin' shoes like yours." He pointed down at the Doctor's feet. "Same color. An' he was all ban'age up an' tire' lookin'. Kin'a looke' los'." He'd looked very lost, in fact. But he'd been left alone, wisely.

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