Part 10 THE END 
	Bobby didn’t know what to do when he realized Remy’s door 
was locked. “Gambit? I’m sorry I upset you,” he said and hoped 
Remy was listening. Don’t bring up Warren, don’t bring up 
Warren, don’t bring up Warren, don’t bring up Warren, he 
repeated all over, trying to find a way to make Remy open that 
door. 
	“Go away.” 
	Remy’s voice sounded distressed and Bobby’s face briefly 
contorted in sympathy. “Remy, give me a chance to explain things 
to you!” Suddenly it hit him how much he hated having hurt 
Remy’s feelings, even without intention. If he’d had any doubts 
about his feelings for Gambit he knew the answer now. 
	Butterflies were dancing in his stomach and the idea of 
Remy being inside that room all alone and hurting, almost made 
him feel physically ill. “Remy, please, I want to talk things 
out,” he pleaded, immensely thankful the others weren’t home. 
	A click signaled that the door had been unlocked, but Bobby 
was still hesitant to just walk in there. “Can I come inside?” 
	“Oui,” a long sigh, cloaked in resignation drifted passed 
the door. 
	Bobby gathered his courage and opened the door. Remy stood 
near the window, looking out over the white landscape and 
visibly shivering at the sight. 
	“What do y’ wan’?” Remy asked without making eye contact. 
	The quilt was still draped over his shoulders and Bobby 
immediately noticed the hands, which had turned in to fists. It 
was obvious that Remy wasn’t going to elaborate on his reasons 
for storming out of the living room so it was up to him to start 
this conversation. What did I get myself in to? Why can’t I be 
attracted to a nice girl? Why does it have to be Remy and what 
can I possibly say to convince him I’m not playing games? 
	With trepidation Remy waited for Bobby to address him. He’d 
almost believed in this sweet illusion, had almost believed 
someone really cared about him ‘in that way’. But it had only 
been his charm power and he still wasn’t sure why he hadn’t 
detected it slip from his grasp. 
	“You accused me of playing games,” Bobby said in a wary 
tone. “What games?” 
	“Makin’ m’ feel at ‘ome ‘ere,” Remy said fatigued. “I knew 
it was a mistake t’ come back.” 
	“But I want you to feel at home here,” Bobby said confused, 
“After all, this 
=is= your home!” 
	“Non, it ain’t. Lost dat privilege when I trusted 
Sinister.” Even now, pronouncing that name caused him pain. 
	“Warren told me his version of what happened in the 
tunnels,” Bobby said eventually, giving up on avoiding the real 
issue. “Now, I want to hear yours.” 
	“Why?” Remy laughed bitterly. “Ange an’ y’ are such good 
friends… I’d be wasting my time.” 
	“Remy,” Bobby sighed and moved closer to put another 
blanket over Gambit’s shoulder. Then he led him to the bed and 
sat Remy down. “How did you meet up with Sinister?” 
	“Needed someone t’ show m’ how t’ control my powers. I was 
losin’ control and he knows a lot of genetic mutation. He helped 
m’.” 
	“And in return?” Bobby pushed on relentlessly. 
	“I recruited de Marauders. Didn’ know why he needed dem. I 
didn’ ask.” Remy rubbed his eyes. Why did he have to keep 
repeating all this? First Magneto, then Storm and now Bobby. 
	“And Storm knows this?” Bobby smiled reassuringly. He 
hadn’t believed Warren when the man had accused Gambit of 
participating in the killing. The antipathy between the two men 
had always been there and this incident had fed it, fuelled the 
fire to new heights. 
	“Stormy knows.” Remy was tired and wished he could curl up 
underneath those blankets and close his eyes. Why was Bobby 
still here? Looking in to blue eyes he sensed no loathing, 
sympathy yes, even a little bit of understanding, which 
surprised him. But if he wanted to know for sure how Bobby felt 
he would have to probe deeper and he wouldn’t do that without 
permission. “Why are y’ doin’ dis?” He whispered the question he 
had first asked in the living room. 
	Bobby nodded his head. “I like you,” he said hesitantly. 
Geez, this is hard! I never had problems telling girls I like 
them and now I’m blushing at this admission. 
	“Bobby?” Remy whispered and hoped it wasn’t somehow the 
charm power influencing the young man. 
	“I guess I like you a lot,” Bobby confessed in a choked 
tone and he sucked in his breath as Remy moved a little closer 
towards him. Locking eyes with Remy he noticed the disbelief in 
them. “Why are you surprised? I thought you could read my 
emotions?” and shrugged his shoulders. What the hell am I 
saying? Where should I put my hands? Does my voice shake? What 
if he laughs at me and tells me he doesn’t like guys? After all 
he loves Rogue and… 
	“It’s only de charm power, cher.” Remy’s eyes grew sad. 
“Once y’ leave de room it’s over.” 
	Bobby shook his head. “I thought you weren’t using that 
charm of yours on me? And he remembered the impact feeling 
Remy’s fear had had on him. Wouldn’ t he have felt the charm 
power as well? “Or did you lie to me?” 
	“Non, cher, didn’ lie. I ain’t usin’ it, but maybe it found 
a way out wit’ out m’ knowin’ ‘bout it.” His heart pounded 
hearing Bobby’s confession. To be loved, to be cared for… he 
didn’t deserve it. 
	“Did it ever occur to you that I could fall in love with 
you without the help of that charm power of yours?” Bobby 
quipped and trembled at the same time. Oh! I told him I’m in 
love with him and he didn’t even bat an eyelash at hearing that! 
Not to mention that he didn’t tell me he felt the same way. 
Maybe I should go back to my room before this becomes utterly 
embarrassing! 
	Bobby’s comment hit him unprepared. Falling in love with 
him? With a traitor? “Y’ deserve a lot better dan m’,” Remy said 
and swallowed hard. His mouth had gone dry and the temperature 
in the room seemed to be still dropping. 
	Speechless, Bobby let the remark penetrate his mind. 
“Better?” He smiled weakly and sought out Remy’s hand underneath 
the blanket. “It’s you who deserves better!” 
	Remy wondered about the suddenly mischievous look on 
Bobby’s face. “Non, y’ do.” 
	“No, you do! 
	“Non, y’ do!” 
	Bobby smiled warmly. “What about… we deserve each other?” 
	Hesitantly, Remy returned that smile. “Are y’ sure, cher?” 
This was sudden and unexpected, but his heart was already 
telling him they might work out if he gave it a chance. “What 
‘bout Ange?” 
	“You know something?” Bobby softly caressed the knuckles of 
Remy’s hand. “We ’ve grown apart. The man I talked to a few days 
ago was a stranger, obsessed with hate and rage and I didn’t 
like what he was saying.” 
	Remy felt indecisive. Bobby’s feelings were telling him the 
young man was sincere, but he hesitated to give in to 
temptation. “I ain’t the right lover for y’,” he pointed out to 
Bobby who flushed at the mention of the word lover. “Actually, 
I’ve never seen y’ wid a man ‘fore,” Remy said questioningly. 
	“Well, that,” Bobby started uncomfortably. “My dad is kinda 
prejudiced about gays so I never told him…” 
	Remy smiled knowingly. “And y’ decided t’ hide in de closet 
instead?” 
	“Something like that,” Bobby admitted, “But Hank knows and 
Storm and Jean suspect the truth, I guess.” 
	“And what’s dat trut’?” Remy asked awkwardly. 
	“ That I’ve fallen for the charms of a Cajun thief!” Bobby 
quipped and raised a finger to gingerly touch Remy’s lips. “I’ve 
never before kissed a man.” 
	“I’ve never ‘fore kissed an Iceman,” Remy said and 
shivered. “Don’ turn in t ’ ice on m’!” 
	“I promise.” Bobby cocked his head and loved seeing that 
shy smile on Remy’s face. “Well, are you going to kiss me or 
not?” 
	“Want m’ t’?” Remy wasn’t sure he should give in, but... he 
craved feeling that warm body against his, nipping at those 
earlobes and tracing the inside of Bobby’s mouth with his lips. 
But he realized he had to take this slow or he might scare Bobby 
away. 
	“Yesss,” Bobby whispered and watched in fascination as 
those lips closed in on him and finally brushed his. 
	“Y’ like, cher?” Remy mumbled at opening lips. 
	“A lot.” 
	Remy deepened the kiss a little but watched Bobby’s 
reaction closely. As those blue orbs widened in surprise he 
pulled back. Remy’s own eyes were dropping shut now that they 
had done away with this stupid misunderstanding. “I wanna sleep 
in y’r arms,” Remy whispered sensually and chuckled, seeing 
Bobby’s blush. “I said =sleep=.” 
	“Awright.” Reassured, Bobby wondered what he should do 
next. It felt like he ’d forgotten to say something, but… 
	Remy laid down and looked up expectedly. “Did y’ change y’r 
mind, mon 
amour?” 
	“Hey, hold on… I know what that means!” Bobby said 
triumphantly. “My love?” 
	“Très bon!” Remy said impressed and wished Bobby would join 
him as the cold was slithering back in to his bones. 
	“So, do you love me?” Bobby asked and crept towards Remy 
across the bed. 
	Confused, Remy licked his lips. Did he really love Bobby? 
Merde! Why did everything have to happen this fast? As he 
examined his feelings he discovered a strong attraction towards 
Bobby and more importantly… passion. “Oui, je vous aime.” 
	“That better be a yes!” Bobby said, but no longer doubted 
Remy’s confession as Gambit’s emotions slowly flowed in to his 
mind. “That’s a definite yes.” 
	“Oui.” Remy sighed as Bobby opened his arms and he quickly 
moved in to them. His body was surprisingly warm for an Iceman, 
Remy mused and rested his head against Bobby’s chest. 
	Quickly, Bobby pulled up the blankets and then stared at 
the ceiling. Some part of his brain still hadn’t registered the 
fact that he was holding a man in his arms and not a woman. Remy 
was in his arms and suddenly the world was a much brighter place 
to live in. “Remy?” 
	“Oui?” he replied in a sleep heavy voice. Snuggling closer 
he wrapped his arms around his new lover and listened to his 
steady heartbeat. Bobby had completely surprised him, but he 
wasn’t complaining! 
	“I love you too,” Bobby whispered and Remy released a 
smothered chuckle. “What?” 
	“I never t’ought someone would ever again tell m’ dat,” 
Remy admitted honestly. 
	“You still feel cold though,” Bobby stated worried. 
	“Then use y’ body heat t’ warm m’.” Remy couldn’t help 
making the innocent remark, but his senses told him Bobby didn’t 
think it was so innocently. “Cher, jus’ hold m’,” Remy said 
instead and relished the feel of those arms around his waist. 
This felt surprisingly right! 
	“Awright,” Bobby stuttered and caressed a lock of auburn 
hair that had slipped between fingers. As he closely listened to 
Remy’s breathing he realized the Cajun had fallen asleep. 

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