Spoilers: Becoming and related
Content: silliness with mention of angst inducing issues.
Summary: Angel meets up with someone who has about
as much angst as he does :)
Note: Both of them are too talkative, but what the
heck -- it's my story and they can gab as much as they want
Disclaimer: Angel and related characters belong to
Joss Whedon. Remy his story belong to Marvel and appears in
Remy stepped out of the men's washroom, having just completed
the difficult task of getting his zipper-less, one piece,
Shi'ar spandex suit back up. He casually wandered back into
the waiting room and came to an abrupt stop.
There was someone in his seat.
That was something of a surprise. He'd been alone in the
waiting room for the past few months and the sudden appearance
of another person threw him slightly. Remy glanced around
the room, looking at all the other chairs and sourly wondered
why this stranger couldn't have taken any of them.
He briefly debated giving up on his chair before changing
his mind. He'd been through a lot recently, and a man deserved
to be able to take a bathroom break without loosing his seat.
"Excuse me," Remy said, getting the brooding man's
attention. "I believe that's my seat." He stood
before the man expectantly.
"You weren't here," Angel replied, letting his
head drop back down. Couldn't that strangely dressed man see
that he was busy? Brooding took concentration.
"Look here, homme," Remy answered calmly. "I've
been freezing my ass off in Antarctica -- I think I deserve
to be allowed whatever chair I want!"
Angel looked up slowly. The man did look rather frostbitten,
he allowed grudgingly. But he still wasn't about to give up
his chair. He was comfortable. "Well I've been in Hell
the last little while." He resisted the urge to say 'so
there!' with just a bit of difficulty.
Remy remained still a moment before grudgingly admitting
the other man had it worse. He sighed and chose another chair
to plop down in. The silence dragged out for a long moment
before Remy turned back to the stranger. "My name's Remy.
He recognized the signs of an interrupted brooding session
but didn't withdraw his question. He'd been alone since issue
#350, and he was getting rather bored with nothing to keep
him occupied other than guilt and angst.
"Well?" Remy urged when the new arrival remained
"I know an Angel," Remy said conversationally.
"'Cept he has wings... and wants me dead." He sighed
and slunk further into his nondiscript waiting room chair.
Angel didn't reply. Remy regarded him, drumming his long
fingers against the padded arm of his new chair. "So
what brought you here?" he asked.
"I don't quite know where here is," Angel finally
admitted. If he wasn't going to get in any self recrimination
and angst time, he may as well talk to Remy.
Remy grinned, his red on black eyes glinting eerily. "This
is where you go to wait while your fate is figured out. I'm
not dead, but they have to figure out how to fix my problem."
"Your problem?" Angel asked, only slightly interested.
He had enough problems of his own.
"That whole left to die in Antarctica thing," Remy
replied. "I'm too popular to be left for dead, but my
relationships are so mucked up that I can't just go waltzing
back home. So I'm stuck here until they figure out how to
work me back into the storyline."
"Oh. So I suppose I'm here because I got sent to Hell."
"How did that happen?" Remy asked. He took out
a deck of cards and began to shuffle them absently.
"My girlfriend stabbed me with a special sword,"
Angel answered shortly.
"Problems with the femmes?" Remy grinned. Angel
glared at him. "I can sympathize. My girlfriend was the
one who left me to freeze. Rogue isn't someone you want to
"You're girlfriend's name is Rogue?" Angel asked,
marvelling at the strange name.
"Not her real one. So what's yours?"
Remy snorted. "You're one to be talking." The cards
flashed between his fingers. "So what did you do to piss
her off enough to have her send you to Hell?"
Angel gave an airless sigh. Maybe this was his punishment
-- eternity with Remy. "I lost my soul, killed her teacher,
tried to kill her friends, attempted to drive her insane,
and threatened to suck the world into Hell."
Remy whistled. "And I though I had it bad."
"Why?" Angel asked. If he had to tell his story,
so did the other man.
"Don't want to talk about it," Remy said. Since
when did Angel get to ask the questions? He ignored Angel
and flipped a card across the room.
"I told you my story!" Angel growled. "Now
Remy briefly debated, and then decided to go for it. He'd
never have to see this Angel character again, after all. "Let's
see... I worked for my friend's big, bad enemy. And gathered
a group of killers who wiped out a settlement of innocent
men, women and children. My memories nearly drove my girlfriend
insane." He shrugged slightly -- the whole thing was
a terrible retcon anyhow.
"Oh." Angel was obscurely pleased that his story
had beat Remy's. He was still the undefeated angst master.
"So how long have you been here? Does it take long to
fix things up?"
Remy looked thoughtful. "It's been a while. I've been
here since #350, other than that Unlimited issue, and the
limited series where I seduced that nun... Let's just say
it's been a while. But my world is a mess -- it may take forever
for my story to be fixed up."
"I've only been gone since 'Becoming'" Angel mused.
"It'll probably be resolved once the new season starts.
Although the 'soulless' thing dragged on forever..."
Remy abandoned his cards and went in search of a cigarette.
He found one tucked into his boot and drew it out. A spark
jumped from the tip of his finger to that of the cigarette,
igniting it. "How'd you lose your soul?"
Angel rolled his eyes. "I made love to my girlfriend
after nearly being killed by a monster... and then -- bam!
-- my soul's gone!"
"My life fell apart after a kiss," Remy sighed.
He shook his head sadly, 'my life sucks'.
He felt the familiar stirring of angst starting to claw it's
was through him and quickly moved to cut it off. "Cards?"
he offered a hopeful smile at Angel.
Angel shrugged. "Why not? It seems like I'll be here
for a while."
"There's the spirit!" Remy smiled as he moved to
pick up his scattered cards. "And after that, I'll tell
you about my brooding sessions on the roof..."
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