xp_logs | LOG: Jake/Remy (Reply)

Jake goes to visit Remy and gloat.

Truly, there was such a thing as divine retribution, and Remy was experiencing it now. Anyone who saw Jake on his way down to the boathouse, would've seen an unusually cheerfully person who seemed about to start skipping any time now. Remy had kept him from the Cakes, Remy was now sick. Justice had been served. Jake slowed down so the box he was carrying didn't fall, and grinned.

Remy was wrapped in the afghan that Clarice had made for him, looking miserable on the couch. Cain had been especially cheerful that morning, singing loudly (from the Alison Blaire collection), opening the blinds wide to let as much sun in as possible, and cooking up a truly odiferous breakfast. Remy spent much of the morning wondering exactly how to kill him, and mentally working out scenarios before Marko had left. Now, he had a bottle of orange juice, the television remote, and a note from Lorna informing him that if he didn't rest, she would attach him to the bed with chains.

Big ones.

Remy shivered and took a swig of juice as Jake came through the door.

He looked completely pathetic. It warmed Jake's heart, it really did. He put the box carefully down on the table, then threw the folder he'd been carrying under it at Remy. "The report, as sir ordered." Not optimal reaction time there, he noted absently. "Now, where do you keep your spoons?"

"In de drawer." Remy muttered as he picked up the scattered papers from around him. He tucked the pages back into the folder and set it down on the table, noting even while sick, his finely tuned senses could tell that Gavin was annoyed.

Jake made his way to the drawers, finally finding a spoon after looking through all the wrong drawers. He came back, waving a spoon in the air. "Do you know what's in that box? Hm?"

"A heart, a brain and some courage?" Remy said, leaning back against the arm of the couch and shrugging the blanket further up around his shoulders.

Jake was momentarily distracted. "Is that your way of telling me you've suddenly become a friend of Dorothy's?" But only momentarily. "Cake! I have to eat cake from a box, because you -" accusing spoon pointing. "-had to go to Denver and get spewed on."

"Well, he did puke on both of us." The fucking mutant. Remy's uniformed mutant crime ring turned out to be a mutant security guard with the power of concussive projectile vomit.

"That does not make it better," Jake informed him, making a face.

"Non, although at least de mansion agreed to cover your drycleaning costs. Dat's something." Remy shrugged, burrowing further into his corner of the couch.

"Can we focus on the important part here? You made me miss cake!" Jake had a strange feeling of deja vu and stopped waving the spoon around. "And all that because you're a wuss." Jake glared.

Remy took a deep and calming breath, reminding himself that he needed Jake and throwing a charged muffin through the man would likely be frowned on.

"You right, Gavin. De lead should have been backed up before we hared after it. And, oui, de wedding was a factor." Remy's voice was surprisingly steady. Considering the vast fuckup he'd made of things in the last two weeks, he really didn't have any right to feel anger. "I'm sorry, homme."

"And, I think you could be more consid-- What?" Jake blinked.

"I said you right dis time. Remy fucked up." Remy closed his eyes for a minute to stop the wave of nausea. "Not thinking right, not working smart, and making decisions for de wrong reasons. So I owe you an apology."

For some reason being apologized to, made Jake more annoyed than the before. "Damn straight you do," he snapped. He finally sat down in a chair and began to open the box.

"Well, feeling like Cain jumped up and down on you makes one reflective." Remy took a sip of his juice and leaned back with a groan. "Any word on Wisdom yet?"

Jake shook his head. "Nope. Just vague, sinister mutters." He took a spoonful of strawberry cake and looked slightly more at ease with the world.

"How did I know dat was going to be de answer..." Remy muttered. "At least we got some help on de way."

"We do?"

"We do." Remy nodded. "Braddock wants onboard. Going to talk to de Professor 'bout it tomorrow."

"Do you mean Betsy or one of her disapproving brothers?" Jake asked cautiously. He wasn't sure if Brian had forgiven him for that time... well. Best not to bring it up.

"Betsy." As if one of the other Braddocks was a likely option. "You sure dat 'intelligence' is really your field, homme?"

"I like being certain before I start throwing celebratory dinners," Jake said, and returned to his cake.

"Dat gives us another trained agent, which means we can get some decent coverage." Remy wiped his eyes tiredly. "And I need you to talk to your pare."

"...About what?"

"Information. I know dat Infonet is still connected wit de intelligence community, and knows who is selling it on de open market. I want you to get me de rates for it." Remy said quietly.

"Sure, that's easy." Jake paused, narrowing his eyes. Remy looked wiped. "This isn't another bad idea, is it?"

"Non. Our intel net has taken too much damage to fix in a few months. Dat means dat we going to have to do a little brokering to cover de gaps while we fix dem. Remy got some money stashed away. Should be enough for a little while." LeBeau said.

"Right." Jake regarded the pieces that were left of his cake. "You want prices by regions, difficulty or groups?"

"Europe. Build me a profile to cover where we're weakest, and where de biggest gaps are."

"Got'cha. Let me just finish these two cakes here, so I can tell Amanda I've babysat you properly so she'll give me cookies, and I'll get right on it."

"You been lowering you rates." Remy said, snapping off the muted television and tossing the remote on to the coffee table. "I should be back on my feet in a few days, she said. Do me a favour and make sure Bartlet doesn't find out Remy sick. Likely force de CDC to come collect me."

Jake grinned. "I'll do my best. But she's a doctor. She could have super secret doctor senses that lets her know when someone is ill. ...You shouldn't have let me watch cartoons."

"If dat de case, Remy leave standing orders to shoot her in de knees before she can reach the door." Remy tucked the blanket under his chin and closed his eyes. "Or give her 'manda's cure. Dat finish her for sure."