fandom_muses | November
You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far.
~Uncle Remus
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]
Remy had almost perfected the art of getting into the wheelchair himself. If it was set close to the bed for him to reach, he was able to do it himself, though it was a slow process. Getting out was another story, but he had no intentions of trying that. He didn’t even plan to be in his apartment when he got out of it again.
It was a cold night in New York, but it wasn’t enough to stop him sitting out on the balcony of his Upper East Side apartment. He pushed his cell phone on to the little glass patio table with enough force behind it to send it slipping across the surface, but it only just avoided toppling over the edge on the other side. When it rang, he ignored it. It would be Rogue; he knew that much. The Australian surgeon would’ve relayed the contents of the text messages to his wife immediately, but Remy would rather he just explained it all to them in person. By this point, he was hoping desperately Rogue might be able to make him feel even just a tiny bit better because he doubted he could feel any worse.
Maybe he just reached his limit of how much he can be taken care of. Maybe I've reached my limit.
Remy hunched over a little and hugged himself as a shield from the cold. He had been about to exit the bedroom for the bathroom when he’d overheard Flynn and Maddy talking. He knew Flynn was mad at him for trying to walk, but he had no idea that it had come this far. Flynn had enough and wanted out, and to hear that had hurt Remy more than he realised he was capable of hurting. Maybe he was going to run away, but was it really running away if there was nothing left to run from?
Maybe we were fooling ourselves thinking three very different people could happily fit in a relationship together?
He had only heard snippets of the conversation, but it was enough. He didn’t need to hear more to know that Flynn wanted out. It angered Remy to think he was being played a fool. Why didn’t they just outright tell him they didn’t want him anymore? Why didn’t they tell him to his face he was too much of a burden? He banged his fist down on the table, forgetting to control his power behind it and the glass cracked sharply under his fist. But the metal bracket prevented it shattering and the crack just spread starkly across the modern surface. Remy looked away, back to the rooftops sprawling before him. They wouldn’t need to walk away if there was nothing to walk from.
I resent him for making me feel like I'm stuck.
From the start he wanted to believe it would be a bad thing to let them fall into a situation like this. He didn’t want to be a weight or a burden. He didn’t want to rely or exist as a liability to anyone, especially not Maddy and Flynn. But they promised. They promised him they would help him through it and now they resented him for it. He wanted to go right back to the start and leave that one night as just that… one night, and nothing more. They said they needed him and in the end, they made him need them. He needed them and now what? Now it just hurt in the decision to go back to what he knew. To go back to being solitary and existing for… existing for what? Himself? The X-Men? Nothing?
I was so angry with him yesterday because I thought he'd dragged everything back to square one and all I wanted was him to be fixed so I could get my life back to how I know it.
And that is exactly what Flynn was going to get. Remy had asked Chase and Rogue for help. He could see now that he couldn’t do this alone, nor did he want to. Rogue was someone he knew he could trust wholly and completely forever, though he was doubting he could feel that in anyone else ever again. He’d hoped Maddy and Remy might’ve been able to change that and convince him that alone was a choice not a necessity. He enjoyed being as one with someone else… with two someones… until…
I don't want him without you.
It was all or nothing. Flynn wanted out and Maddy was going to follow him. After everything, all the effort to try and change for them and understand their emotions and way of thinking, there was nothing and he was going to be left alone again. Alone was what he knew best but they tried to change him and now they were walking away when it was hurting the most. It was back to Square One; back to Xavier’s where he knew he was safe and knew who he could trust. He should’ve trusted his gut instinct that told him he didn’t need anyone to survive. He didn’t need to be weak and he didn’t need to rely on anyone. They caught him at his lowest and right now Remy swore one thing… no one would ever see him weak again.
Italic quotes are by strips4u and canmakeufeel and used with permission. strips4u, canmakeufeel, justalilcontact and chasemd referenced with permission
Word Count | 887
~Uncle Remus
[Follows THIS, THIS, THIS and THIS]
Remy had almost perfected the art of getting into the wheelchair himself. If it was set close to the bed for him to reach, he was able to do it himself, though it was a slow process. Getting out was another story, but he had no intentions of trying that. He didn’t even plan to be in his apartment when he got out of it again.
It was a cold night in New York, but it wasn’t enough to stop him sitting out on the balcony of his Upper East Side apartment. He pushed his cell phone on to the little glass patio table with enough force behind it to send it slipping across the surface, but it only just avoided toppling over the edge on the other side. When it rang, he ignored it. It would be Rogue; he knew that much. The Australian surgeon would’ve relayed the contents of the text messages to his wife immediately, but Remy would rather he just explained it all to them in person. By this point, he was hoping desperately Rogue might be able to make him feel even just a tiny bit better because he doubted he could feel any worse.
Maybe he just reached his limit of how much he can be taken care of. Maybe I've reached my limit.
Remy hunched over a little and hugged himself as a shield from the cold. He had been about to exit the bedroom for the bathroom when he’d overheard Flynn and Maddy talking. He knew Flynn was mad at him for trying to walk, but he had no idea that it had come this far. Flynn had enough and wanted out, and to hear that had hurt Remy more than he realised he was capable of hurting. Maybe he was going to run away, but was it really running away if there was nothing left to run from?
Maybe we were fooling ourselves thinking three very different people could happily fit in a relationship together?
He had only heard snippets of the conversation, but it was enough. He didn’t need to hear more to know that Flynn wanted out. It angered Remy to think he was being played a fool. Why didn’t they just outright tell him they didn’t want him anymore? Why didn’t they tell him to his face he was too much of a burden? He banged his fist down on the table, forgetting to control his power behind it and the glass cracked sharply under his fist. But the metal bracket prevented it shattering and the crack just spread starkly across the modern surface. Remy looked away, back to the rooftops sprawling before him. They wouldn’t need to walk away if there was nothing to walk from.
I resent him for making me feel like I'm stuck.
From the start he wanted to believe it would be a bad thing to let them fall into a situation like this. He didn’t want to be a weight or a burden. He didn’t want to rely or exist as a liability to anyone, especially not Maddy and Flynn. But they promised. They promised him they would help him through it and now they resented him for it. He wanted to go right back to the start and leave that one night as just that… one night, and nothing more. They said they needed him and in the end, they made him need them. He needed them and now what? Now it just hurt in the decision to go back to what he knew. To go back to being solitary and existing for… existing for what? Himself? The X-Men? Nothing?
I was so angry with him yesterday because I thought he'd dragged everything back to square one and all I wanted was him to be fixed so I could get my life back to how I know it.
And that is exactly what Flynn was going to get. Remy had asked Chase and Rogue for help. He could see now that he couldn’t do this alone, nor did he want to. Rogue was someone he knew he could trust wholly and completely forever, though he was doubting he could feel that in anyone else ever again. He’d hoped Maddy and Remy might’ve been able to change that and convince him that alone was a choice not a necessity. He enjoyed being as one with someone else… with two someones… until…
I don't want him without you.
It was all or nothing. Flynn wanted out and Maddy was going to follow him. After everything, all the effort to try and change for them and understand their emotions and way of thinking, there was nothing and he was going to be left alone again. Alone was what he knew best but they tried to change him and now they were walking away when it was hurting the most. It was back to Square One; back to Xavier’s where he knew he was safe and knew who he could trust. He should’ve trusted his gut instinct that told him he didn’t need anyone to survive. He didn’t need to be weak and he didn’t need to rely on anyone. They caught him at his lowest and right now Remy swore one thing… no one would ever see him weak again.
Italic quotes are by strips4u and canmakeufeel and used with permission. strips4u, canmakeufeel, justalilcontact and chasemd referenced with permission
Word Count | 887