Remy and Wanda

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Unable to sleep, Wanda decides to doze on the roof but when Remy arrives, they wind up talking about how messed up their life style really is.



In that weird time of night where it was early and late all at the same time, Wanda had finally abandoned her bad attempts at sleep and had headed up to the roof with a bottle of wine and a glass. She lay stretched out on a lawn chair she'd brought up ages ago in a half-awake stage with the glass dangling from her finger tips. Insomnia wasn't a new friend but it was still an annoying one. But it came with their territory of too much work, greasy food eaten on the run, too much to drink and lingering disturbing memories often made for a long, sleepless night. And she generally felt better without walls - seeing the stars would have been nice but that was almost impossible in a city like New York.

Remy's arrival was typical, landing quietly on the roof from a nearby building, killing his momentum with a tumble. He stood up and dusted himself off, nodding to her as he did so.

She didn't bother to sit up further, she was far too comfortable. "Remy," she acknowledged, voice quiet but still where he could hear it. Wanda tilted her head at him. "You simply do have the best entrances of all of us. Not able to sleep, either?"

"Never slept much. Few hours a night at most. Something to do wit what de Agency did wit my blood chemistry." he said, squatting easily near her.

"Well, I was going to say that must suck but you must be used to it by now. Still, no ability for a lay about when we have the time for it? Shame." When they had the time. For all that they were incredibly flexible when it came to their hours in the office, they all made up for it by working horrendous hours when they shouldn't. She held out the wine glass to him to see if he wanted any.

Remy took a sip and shrugged. "Remy not good wit down time. Well, other den wit 'ro, course."

Wanda snorted slightly as she shifted in her chair. "You are in good company then. I am amazed none of us have burned out in a spectacular fashion at this point. We either work or we drink copious amounts of liquor and wonder why we feel lost on a lazy Sunday." She took pains not to grin at him so expansively, though. "But good, I'm glad you can have that with Ororo. Both of you deserve it and, selfishly, I enjoy having her around."

"Dere are some people dat, well, are built for dis. It's pretty sad, when you think about it, dat building a life around getting shot at, perpetual danger and a broken social life is what we're best at."

"That is a little depressing, yes," she said, shaking her head. "And we are so damned good at it which, well, I cannot decide if that makes it better or just that much worse." Wanda accepted the glass back and took another sip before sitting it between them on the roof. "But it is a job worth doing, unlike others."

"Most days." The Cajun said, considering all that had gone on recently. "Sometimes, stealing a lot of money and disappearing to some isolated island has a lot of appeal.

She rubbed her face as she chuckled. "You are telling me. There is a reason I have a number of isolated places bookmarked in my map collection. For the day that I snap and decide to run away forever. Preferably somewhere tropic for a couple of months. Maybe we can convince Emma to send us to some quiet place for a team building exercise or whatever it is they call it..."

Wanda peeked out at him from behind her finger tips and sighed. "The island would probably blow up three days after we got there, wouldn't it?" she asked mournfully.

"Either dat or inside of two days, we all end up sleeping wit each other at Emma's behest and destroy any kind of operational cohesion."

"Oh lord, there would be saddles involved, I just know it." For extra strength, Wanda refilled the wine glass and took another sip from it. "And then explosions. I think I shall stick to going on vacation by myself. The cabina boys are less likely to kill me that way, I think."

"Remy ever mention dat you have de taste of a sixty year old rich matron? Sleeping wit Jake is bad enough, but de brainless mobile groins dat you bring back some times..."

"As long as their groins have all of the brain cells between the two, that is enough for me." Wanda grinned. "Thinking is reserved for relationships, not flings. Which explains quite a bit about me, actually."

"What, you terror dat you might actually fall for someone?"

Wanda grimaced wryly at that. "Touche," she murmured. "Do you know what it is like realizing that you were falling in love with Jake Gavin before he upped and left? Wait, if you do, please save it until we are drinking something far stronger than a Merlot. You would think I would be happy to throw myself in and out of love considering how I live the rest of my life."

"Falling in love wit Jake Gavin is grounds for throwing youself out a plane." Remy said.

"I am fairly positive someone would have bought me tickets just for the express purpose of doing just that." Wanda shook her head, bemused. "Until either that happens or I decide to stop running from squishy emotions, I drink copious amounts of wine and scotch, throw myself in the way of men with guns and bring home empty headed boy toys."

"Dere in lies all of de problems wit' what we do. It allows us to pass off emotion damage as day to day responsibilities." He agreed, taking another sip.


She turned her head to look at him. Even at night, there was enough light to see by on the rooftop - an advantage and a disadvantage at times. "Most of us would have been like this without the job, though," she said, "or at least I would believe so."



"Likely. Not exactly de warmest thought, neh? Damaged goods from de start?"


"Perhaps. If I wasn't so cynical, I'd say this was always sort of meant to be." Wanda snorted as she stole the wine glass back for a moment. "Which is terrifying, to be honest."

"You know, when de say 'if you had it all to do over again, would you?', Remy think dis is de only group dat would say 'hell no' en mass." He said with a smirk.


For a moment, Wanda tried to imagine the reaction the entire group would have and the resulting image only made her laugh. "The person asking wouldn't even make it back out the door ..."

Remy finished off the wine and stood up. "Conculsion; dis is a fucked up way to live, but it's our fucked up way to live. Wit' dat thought, Remy going to go downstairs and crawl in next to 'ro and remind myself why suicide is not a good option. Night Wanda."

Wanda wriggled her fingers at him as he headed out to do what he said. She contemplated heading back inside herself but knew that if she drifted off there, she'd sleep better. And, besides, Amanda would make sure she'd come down off the roof in the morning ...

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