Kayoed:Status Quo
Part 1: Heart of Hearts

by Melissa Miller


This is my first efforts towards Comic fan fiction, so if this whole story ends up resembling a steaming pile of, well.... you know..... anyways, if its less then great, theres my excuse. Besides, I tried, so what the hell. There are some dirty words scattered in and about the story, so dont say i didnt warn you, ok? OK. Feedback would be very much appreciated, but BE NICE. writer bashing happens to be the one deadly sin God forgot to tell you about..... Gambit, Wolverive, Jubilee, Nightcrawler, Beast, the lovely miss Storm and the rest of the Xmen are all property of Marvel Comics.

I, sadly, am not making a dime off any of these excursions ((unless, of course, Marvels at all interested in hiring lil ol me [nudge, nudge... wink, wink]... I can cook!)) so dont even bother sueing me. Your lawyerll cost a heckovalot more then im worth. Oh, and Kayo ((Cheyenne Lebeau)) and this story are my own creations, so if you jip her or the idea, ill have to kill you. ((and\or sue you for everything youre worth. Depends on my mood.)) So, play nice. Leave theft to the government. Enjoy.


A fitful sleep proved itself damn near impossible yet again that night. The heavy blanket of comfort and unconsciousness seemed to loom all around its desperate rejectee - but just out of his reach. He felt like he was in a vacuum- The dark eerie space that was the aura of Remy Lebeau. It was an aura that pushed any sort of true peace of mind- let alone some rest for his raging thoughts- entirely out of arms length. An aura generated by his many years as a professional thief which- besides his uncanny knack to woo almost any woman he happened to graze his attentions towards- had left him with a dark, forbidding life of unwarranted loss and seemingly endless pain.

Succumbing to the whim of the deadly sin, LeBeau had stole countless things in his life thus far; precious jewels, family heirlooms, sports car getups, a few wicked motorcycles, and more then a few young ladies hearts. He'd risked his life countless times just for the rush of the oh-so-forbidden act. Cops, guards, brainless conspirators, every scumbag maurder in the assassins guild of New Orleans....even some of his closest friends had tried to kill or have him killed at one time or another.

To break him down. Destroy the love he'd had for life.

If there was one definite thing Remy'd learned in his 34 years of life, though; it was that irony was the one true evil in the world, for it was his skill and passion for theft that had managed to suck away every bit of passion that his soul had ever possessed- left him with a cavernous internal pit that weigh heavy on his heart. It cast a shadow over his life that barricaded every form of real pleasure, enjoyment or desperately needed calm from his distraught mind. That barricade left Remy with years of mounting pain and guilt, all racing with every beat of his pulse, worsening with every second it was left to bore its way into the back of his skull.

"Figures, LeBeau," Remy spat silently to himself as he lay sprawled amongst the black silk sheets and faux fur quilt of his too-big bed, "Alone. In de dark. Again.... wit' nothin' but a few of yo' many faults t' proove your worth."

Remy stretched, wincing as every muscle down his back retracted painfully, tensed from hours of restless tossing and turning. He sighed hopelessly, throwing his arms in the air in surrender at the thing that could not be. A good nights sleep. A good lifes peace.

"Never meant to be Lebeau, never meant to b--- "

Remys thoughts trailed off. His demon eyes had caught the clock rhythmically ticking its way towards 6 AM. He was struck with a rare notion. With all of his own self loathings put aside and the realization of a possible all-new heartache that lay in the day ahead of him, Remy Lebeau was suddenly chilled with a shot of cold, honest fear. A fear of losing the most recent beautiful young love of his life. A girl who's fate as a future Xman, and a close link to the few shreds of humanity he had left, was to be decided in less then three hours.... by own teammates.

A sharp pain thrummed through Remys chest. He feared his fellow Xmen, some of whom were dead set in approval for his beautiful chere's removal from the Xmansion, may soon exercise their power to send the girl away- tear her away from him. His own heart of hearts.

His daughter.

"Cheyenne...."

He was still recovering from the shell shock due to the discovery that, in less then a month, simply uttering the beautiful childs name proved to be the one thing- the only thing- that finally eased his aching heart. Filled that hallow pit in his soul.

Remy buried his face in his hands, murmuring a rare prayer, hoping that God, where ever or who ever he was, could find it in his power to have pity for a desperate, hopeless thief.

Copyright Melissa Miller 2001