| NOT WHAT YOU THINK Author: SisterWine Pairing: Jake/Remy (for now) Rating: PG Warnings! Deals with underage prostitution. Don't read if you object! Series: Prequel to my "Object's In The Rear View Mirror" [email protected] Summary: This takes place about 7 months before "Objects" but, I thought I'd give a bit of insight into Remy and what he thinks of his job, in a roundabout way. While he and Rachel, Jake's sister, are out for ice cream after a dinner party, they meet a young girl with a not so good plan for her future. Disclaimers: Remy and Logan do not nor will ever be owned by me. They are the sole property of Marvel Comics and 20th Century Fox. Julia Roberts and Richard Gere belong to their agents, as well as 20th Century Fox. Jake, Rachel, and the other characters belong to me. The two figures walked down the barely lit sidewalk, on the way for ice cream, after a late dinner. She in a long, elegant blue evening gown that fit her slim body, snugly, and he in a grey, very expensive Armani suit with a black silk shirt. They had been dressed much too nicely for the darker side of town, especially on a night they were working. Her gown and brilliant white diamonds choker had caught every piece of light that had fallen from the dull, yellow street lights above them. She snuggled up to his right arm, and giggled at a comment he had made about dinner before stopping and looking up from the ground to see what he was stopping to look at. A young girl stood under a flinching streetlamp, and was calling out to any man who passed her. Few people had passed and even fewer cars but, she had continued to ask for a companion. It was quite obvious that she was still in her teens, even just barely however, she did her best to pass herself off as older. A light blue, jeans mini skirt and a cut off T-shirt with no socks and white tennis shoes had been a clear clue that she was a starter in the business. Her longish, blonde hair had been teased and feathered so that it looked like she hadn't brushed it in a month, and she wore way too much make-up. Definately a teenager. They stood a distance away from her, and watched her for a moment as she proceeded to try to pick up another man, clearly in his early forties. When he left, Remy turned to Rachel and told her to go get the car while he had a chat with the girl. Turning his attentions back to the girl, he had barely heard her comment on the situation. "Pickin them kinda young, huh, Remy?" She chided. Still holding his arm tightly, she glanced at the young girl again to see her stare back at them. She had really looked very nice with her hair up in a tight twist and dangling white diamond earrings that were done in a fringe style. Their party that they had been coming from, was a dinner party with some very expensive people. But, neither she nor Remy were interested in their "festivities", so they left early. Remy cleared his throat. "Jus' go get de car, okay? I t'ink we need t' take de chile home, 'fore she gets more dan she expects." Patting her hand on his arm, he turned to look at Rachel's uncertain expression. "Would you want your chile t' do dis?" Grinning cleverly, she answered him with a comment that caught him off guard. "You mean the child we were supposed to have?" Remy straightened and lightly pushed her off of his arm. "Jus' go get de car." Kissing her and refocusing on the girl, who was now watching them and waiting, he moved casually towards her. "Evenin, chere." He smiled as he stopped a few feet from her. She blinked and had been in slight awe from his handsome appearance. "Want some company?" She stammered and gave a nervous smile. Her voice had been shaking and her hands twitched before she placed them on her hips. She had been somewhat shorter than him the top of her head coming to only his shoulder, and stared up at him, taking in his shadowed beauty. Remy chuckled inwardly, and slipped his hands into his pants pockets. He could tell she was nervous but, not by the way she was acting. His body trembled slightly as her nerves took sickening control over her, and nearly him. He guessed she was only 15. Figuring he'd only scare her off with his normal tone, he cleared his throat and decided on speaking very plain english. "A bit young for this, no?" He asked calmly. The red glow of his eyes were faintly becoming more and more stronger as he read her emotions. Remy watched her carefully. "How old are you, girl?" She shrugged and snapped at him. "What's it matter to you?" He shrugged. "Don't matter to me but, mebbe it matters to others." He smiled. His expression hadn't changed from a passive tone, since he figured if he kept his calm, she might talk to him. "I'm eighteen." She lied. Remy raised an eyebrow, never once taking his eyes off of her. "Okay, I'll 16 in two months." Crossing her arms and sighing angrily at him, she looked away. "You interested, or what?" Glaring back at him, she watched him shift positions and glance over his left shoulder to see the limo coming towrads them. He nodded. "What are you doin out here, at this time of night, girl?" He asked, innocently. "Just out. How 'bout you?" Her answer had been clear she was getting impatient, and more nervous. Inching backwards, she fixed her eyes on the black car that pulled up and stopped beside them. "Just who are you, anyway?" Backing up again, and refixing on Remy. Giving her a soft smile and introducing himself, Remy hadn't bothered to step forward as she backpeddled. "Remy LeBeau. And, what's your name, chere?" Taking his right hand out of his pocket and holding it out for her to shake, he watched as she became more and more skittish. "Y' live around here? I won't harm you, girl. But, I think it's best, if I take you home, no?" When she didn't take it, he only slipped his hand back into his pocket. "To your house?" She stopped. Laughing a bit, Remy shook his head slightly. "No, to yours. A pretty, young girl should be at home, in bed wit' her teddy bears, no?" His smile faded as he saw her anger play on her emotions but, not her face. "Look, I can tell that you don' really want t' do this. Mebbe, your parents are looking for you, no?" Now she was showing her anger at his words. The girl huffed and stomped her foot, angrily. "My parents don't care about me. I'm old enough to have a boyfriend, and I can take care of myself, thankyouverymuch." She pouted momentarily but broke when the passenger door opened and the woman in the evening gown got out. "Remy, are you comin? Work to do, sweetheart." Rachel smiled at the girl before walking towards him and draping herself over his left shoulder. Her right hand reached up to idly stroke his back before playing with his long auburn ponytail. "In a bit, chere. Waitin on de fille to decide to ride, or walk home." Remy turned his head and kissed her cheek. The girl backstepped once more and cleared her throat as she watched them. "I don't do couples." She noted how the woman hung onto Remy's shoulder, and how he was still in a casual pose, not faltering for a moment. Both of them laughed shortly. "She's not my girl, petite. My employer's sister, Rachel." Remy contained his laughter and was again watching the girl, closely. Rachel, left hand on his shoulder and chin ontop of that, smiled at the girl. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light and she winked for playfulness. "Remy is my 'sorta' brother in-law." The girl was stunned. "He works for your sister--?" She asked, confused. "Brother, actually. And, the work.... I wouldn't call it dat." Remy answered. He knew what was going to come next but, only took a breath and waited. "You-- you mean you're...? Wait, what do you do?" Taking a step forward and giving him a quizzical look that was bordering an accusation of resentment. Remy took a breath and held it for a moment. "Bi. Yes, he is my lover. I do what you are tryin to do, only smarter." He was getting tired of standing there, and cleared his throat again before looking around on how to explain to her the "corner profession." His eyes fell on a woman in her mid-thirties, across the street, on the opposite corner. "See dat woman, behind you? I've been doin this for 8 years but, she's been on dat corner for nearly fifteen. Nice woman but, she gets all the bad ones. They beat her up, toss her around, and treat her like what she is. A whore on a corner." "Well, you're obviously doin well." The girl turned back from watching the woman on the opposite corner. She eyed Remy up and down, stopping just short of his waist on an upward glance. Remy ignored her and continued. "Standin dere, you can't see the bruises on her arms or legs. Or that she's addicted to some awful stuff." He had been focusing on the woman but, stopped and came back to look at the girl, who was taking him in. "C'mon, we'll take you home, non?" "In that?!" The girl asked in unbelieving awe. Her mouth had fallen open as she eyed the long, expensive black limousine. "Oui." Remy nodded and motioned for the two ladies to climb in. Rachel was first and chose to slide all the way over to the other side, while the girl climbed in and sat along the wall, closest to the open door. Remy followed and shut the door before giving the driver the okay to move. He sat next to Rachel, and kept his hands neatly folded in his lap. "Where to, girl?" Rachel asked with a grin. ~~~~~~ The limo pulled up into the half-circle driveway of a 2 storey house, and stopped. The door they had all climbed in through, was facing the front door, that was now open and a man and a woman were coming out to see who was there. Remy stepped out first, followed by the young girl, while Rachel had shyed away from getting out. "Allison, where have you been?!" The woman exclaimed, and came down the three steps to take a closer look at her daughter. Placing her hands on the girl's shoulders and glancing her over, she turned her attentions back to Remy, beside them. "Who are you? What do you want with my daughter?" The woman looked in her mid to late thirties, as did the man, only she held the situation in a slightly better tone. Remy only smiled, politely, and thought of how to answer. "My name is Remy LeBeau. I can assure you, not'ing happened to your chile, after I met her." He smiled to the woman only to have it fade as the man came down the steps and towards him with obvious anger and protectiveness. Remaining calm, Remy held up a hand for the man to wait and let him finish explaining. The man stared at Remy and pulled the two women back, away from him. "I know who you are, and what you do. You can just leave my daughter out of it. She's just a kid!" He raised his voice and temper. "Daddy, he didn't do anything!" Allison demanded, from standing behind her mother. "Matt, he did bring her home. The least we could do, is hear him out." The woman's tone leveled as she looked from her husband back to Remy, who was a bit unprepared for the anger. "Would you like to come in, Mister--?" "LeBeau. Remy's jus' fine, an' t'anks." He smiled at her and let her lead the way into the house. ~~~~~~~ They sat in the livingroom, just to the right of the front door. The lights were bright and Remy had to squint a bit to get used to them. He sat down at the end of a long, white sofa, while the family sat across from him, on another, shorter version, white sofa. Quickly glancing around the room, he noticed a few metals that were framed and hung on the walls, red and blue ribbons splayed around them. He sat straight, and only half-relaxed as the woman offered him some coffee. He declined and waited for her to sit down to tell his story. Remy took a deep breath and weighed his words, carefully. "When I met de girl, my friend and I were walking down Broadway. I stopped and watched de petite try to get guys to go wit' her. But, none did. So, I tell my friend to go get de car while I talk to the girl. She leave us, an' I ask her what she was doin' out so late. She tell me, dat her parents don' care what she does an' dat she can take care o' herself. I don' doubt dat but, s' not de best way to prove dat, cherie." Remy focused on Allison as he spoke, glancing only to the parents on every other breath. "Why don't you tell her just what it is that you do." The husband sighed and hoped that it would scare his daughter into reality. "I'm a personal escort. I do dis for a livin. May dress nice, an' live in a nice house but, chere, dis ain't de movies. An' you're kinda young to be lookin like Julia Roberts, no?" Remy had, again, kept his calm but felt himself becoming nervous as he sat there. Allison pouted. "You look okay. And, you prolly already have a happy ending." She retorted. "Dat's not de point. I don' do corners, no. But, I do de same thing in fancy hotel rooms. And, I get checked every 6 mont's. Now, some of de clients are real nice, and care for me. But, ot'ers, dey're bad news. No matter what dey do, I have to go back. I don' have a choice." His intention hadn't been to scare her at all, he merely wanted to get his point across on what she had been trying to get into. "So far, I'm negative. But, I'm still scared I might get a positive, or beaten t' death by a client, or given somet'ing- mebbe too much an' my number is up. De point is girl, you ain't in de movies, an' dere ain't gonn' be a Richard Gere comin t' take you away in a speedy red car, to live in Beverly Hills. I'm still looking for him, too." He sat back and sighed. Getting his breath, he added. "Looks like you have a nice home, nice family, no? Stay here, grow up, be smart. Your parents, dey love you too much to see you on de corner, or in a morgue." Standing up, Remy took a small, white business card out of his inside left-hand jacket pocket, and held it in his hands. "I leave dis wit' your parents, an' anytime you feel like doin dis again, call me. Has my cell an' home number. Day or night, girl, okay? Take care, cherie. Bon nuit, madam et monsieur." Handing the card to her father, he smiled and turned to walk around the sofa that blocked him from the front door, behind them. As the front door shut and they heard the car pull away, Matt excused his daughter to her room and read the card he was handed. Looking to his wife, he kissed her and told her to go get ready for bed while he made a phone call. "At this hour? Who are you callin?" The wife asked, curiously. Matt looked at the card in his hand again, before stopping on a certain name in his mind. "Logan should still be up. I'm gonna go catch a beer with him, and see if he's interested in a certain job for me. Good night, dear." Kissing her again, he watched her walk up the stairs, across from the front door, before making his way into the kitchen via the doorway beside the stairs, on the right. ~~~~~~~~ "And, just where have you two been all night?" Jake, a mid-forties, slightly greying man stood on the front porch and asked as the two nicely dressed figures came into the light. Rachel smiled and kissed her brother's left cheek before answering in a playful tone. "Remy had to stop and take a lost little girl home." She looked from Jake to Remy and smiled at him, catching his glare. "Well, I am tired, and my feet are killin me in these heels. Night boys, and uh- keep the lust-filled moans and screams to a minimum, huh?" Winking at Remy, she turned and went inside. Jake kept his stare on Remy and waited for the younger man to explain what his sister meant. "A little girl, huh? Are you trying to go to jail, Remy?" "Wasn't like dat. She was standin on de corner, an' not sure if she wan'ed t' do dis kinda work. So, I talk to her, an' den we take her home. Dat's all, Jake." Remy shrugged and started to walk past him, into the house, when his arm was caught by a firm grasp. "How old was she?" Remy pulled his arm away and glared at the older man. "Too young. I'm goin t' bed. You comin?" Jake grinned and pulled Remy close to him. "If you want me to... Then, you can tell me all about this little girl. If you're not too tired." End. |