I know, I know. I said I was going to do an epilogue for "I Ain't the devil, I just look like 'im." It wasn't turning out the way I wanted it to and I was feeling zero inspiration. Zippo, zilch. Seriously, after 5 days of staring at the screen, I only had typed one page of it. Anyway, it ends nicely where I have it and also leaves it open for sequels . . . . But no guarantee.
Okay, so this is my new idea for a fic. It's Romy, naturally. And once again, it's AU. I'm totally going to twist and mold Rogue and Remy's pasts to fit my purposes. MUHAHAHAHAHA!
So, this is rated PG-13 or T or whatever it is. T is kinda low in my mind, but M would be too high, so T it is.
-The first meeting-
Baton Rouge, Louisiana, 1985-
Raven Darkholme clutched the door handle in a death grip. The taxi driver looked back at the heavily pregnant woman in concern. "Y'ain't gonna have de baby in de taxi, are ya?"
The blonde clenched her teeth as the contraction peaked, then subdued. "Just keep driving." In the dark night the driver was unable to see her eyes flash a dangerous yellow.
A wry smile crept onto the face of the other woman in the back seat. "And I didn't believe you when you said that you would remain relaxed and calm during the birth."
"It's hard to relax with indescribable pain coursing through your abdomen, Irene." Snapped the blonde. "Can't this car go any faster!"
"We're almos' dere, miss." Said the driver. He glanced nervously into the back seat, as if expecting to see the baby pop out any moment.
Raven and Irene arrived at the hospital a few minutes later. Raven was immediately rushed off to a delivery room. There she lay, hours later, ready to welcome her child into the world.
"One mo' big push, Raven!" Encouraged the doctor.
"What do think I've been doing for the past hour?" She groused. She took a deep breath and readied herself. "AAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" The young girl collapsed on her pillow as a baby's cry filled the room.
"Congratulations! It's a healthy baby boy!" Proclaimed the nurse.
"Ya hear dat, Annie? We got a boy!" The young man's sandy hair obscured his vision, but she could still she the excite shining in his dark eyes.
"Yeah, I heard Luke." She gave him a weak smile. "I heard."
He tucked a loose strand of her auburn hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "Ya jus' rest now, chere."
"Come in, Irene." The blonde smiled even though she knew her companion couldn't see. "It's a beautiful baby girl, just like you said."
The blind woman slowly made her way over to the bed. "What are you going to name her?"
The mother gazed at the small bundle in her arms. She was tiny, just 6 pounds, with the greenest eyes Raven had ever seen. "Marie. Marie Angela Darkholme."
Irene nodded. "Marie." She said it slowly, as if tasting the name. "Yes, I think that will suit her just fine."
Luke DeClour peeked into the nursery, gazing upon all the tiny bodies. His eyes slide along the names. Smith . . . . Bordeaux . . . . Darkholme . . . . DeClour! There he was, his pride and joy. Seven pounds, one ounce, and the most unique eyes ever seen - Remy Etienne DeClour.
Short I know. This was just to see how people liked it. Shall I continue? If anybody's confused, the basic plot is Remy and Rogue keep ending up in together over the years. Like here, they were born at the same hospital on the same night and they meet up again later, ect., ect. I hope that helped with any clarification you might have needed, if not, I'm sorry but I can't say more without giving away parts of the plot.
Below I have another idea I'm considering. Tell me what you think!
Thieves' Honor (working title)
AU Romy. In a world where mutants are shunned and treated as sub-humans, Remy LeBeau secretly becomes a contract killer in order to save his own life. When his person life and his job collide, problems abound.