February 10, 1998.
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Gambit awoke to the nagging feeling that something was different. Slowly, he started to open his eyes... then decided better of it as a blinding flash of light hit him. Around him, he could sense another presence get up from where they were seated next to him and walk across the room. A moment later, he felt the light dim on his eyelids.
"Better Cajun?"
Opening his eyes slightly, Remy stared at the man who had been sitting at his side. Through the bright red slits, he could make out a tall well built man making his way back towards him. "...Tooth..." He muttered.
SabreTooth's gaze remained unchanged as he looked down on Gambit's figure. "You askin' or tellin'?"
"Outta ALL o' his puppets, Chat, Sinister gave YOU guard duty?" Sitting up slowly, Gambit gave SabreTooth an amused look. "What you do t' deserve that? Pee on de man's carpet?"
"Trust me Cajun, babysittin' YOU was not what I was plannin' fer today!" He snarled, crossing his arms and offering no help to the struggling Gambit.
Though Gambit probably wouldn't have excepted it if he did any way. There was a complex loathing between the two. Personally, they probably would have gotten along, if it weren't for Sinister. Tooth was Sinister's toy assassin...no check that... assassin's had honour. Creed was more like a vicious animal, that killed without even blinking. Sinister could always count on his murderous side, he would never betray Sinister, he enjoyed the job too much.
Gambit was completely different. He was a connoisseur of information, a spy, a hacker, a fighter, a power house. He was a professional and he was good at what he did, but above all else, he was Sinister's son. Born and breed to do Sinister's bidding. Together, they could probably take Sinister and all his Marauders.
That was why he kept them at each other's throat. He used one to keep the other in line, making sure neither grew to like each other enough to start working together against him. After Genevieve though, that wasn't hard. He just had to make sure that they didn't take it too far. He learned that after the Massacre.
"So where is de old man?"
"Out."
Gambit frowned, "So where are we?" He asked getting to his feet but not really expecting a straight answer.
"In one of his labs."
"How perceptive homme. WHERE?"
"On Earth."
Heaving a sigh, Gambit got up and started walking towards the door.
SabreTooth grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face him. "Where do you think YOU'RE going."
"Out." he replied with quiet strength, satanic eyes bristling with bloody red energy.
"Funny kid, but I don't think so. You ain't goin' NO where till Mr. Sinister gets back." He replied, throwing Gambit back full force against the table.
Undaunted, Gambit stood right back up and started walking to the door again.
"You got a death wish Cajun, or are ya just deaf?" Creed snarled at him, as he grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close, laying his claws on his jugular.
"I gotta' go to de bathroom, ya got a problem wit' dat?" Gambit replied, fingering the Queen of hearts.
"Children." One single word was all it took to break the two up. The commanding tone, came from the shadows on the far side of the room, away from the door. They each stood down, as a child would, if scolded.
"Creed. Leave." SabreTooth nodded, heading for the door. After he was gone Sinister turned to Gambit the way a father should, and looked at him in a way, those who didn't know him would think, that bordered on love. "Remy, Remy, Remy... Will you ever grow up?"
"He started it," Remy muttered, not looking at Essex.
Sinister sighed. "Come. There is a lot to be done."
TBC