Chapter inspired by Calling All Angels by Jane Siberry

A/N: This idea came to me a couple nights ago when I was depressed and listening to this song.

Remy LeBeau shivered as another cold gust of wind whipped by him. The X-Men had left him to die in Antarctica for something he had tried to stop. They wouldn't listen when he had tried to tell them his side of it; how he had been tricked. He had had no idea the Morlocks would be massacred because of what he did.

He stumbled through the snow, searching for any shelter he could find from the biting cold. He was from New Orleans; he wasn't used to this kind of cold. He wasn't dressed for it, either - the warmest thing he had on was his trenchcoat and even that was beginning to wear thin. He closed his eyes as the next gust of wind went by.

Remy cried out as he stumbled and fell, his arm hitting something hard. He couldn't take much more of the cold. Just when he was about to give up, he felt warmth around him. He felt what seemed to be a warm cloth on his forehead and a warm body nearby. He struggled to open his eyes.

"It's okay, chile. You're gon' be alright." The familiar voice soothed him from its place beside the bed. Remy opened his eyes to find Tante Mattie, the mother figure of the Thieves and Assassins guilds of New Orleans, looking down at him.

Remy looked around and saw that he was in his old room in the tunnels inhabited by the Thieves Guild. He was covered in as many blankets as could be spared, and was wrapped in a few large coats. His father, Jean-Luc, was sitting by his bed, holding the hand that Remy had knocked into the table in his own hands.

"Welcome back, mon fils. We t'ought we'd loose you a couple times, mais Tante Mattie's de best," Jean-Luc said to the still-drowsy young man. Remy nodded as he drifted back to sleep.

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It had been three weeks since Remy had woken up to find himself in his old room, and he was slowly recovering. He had learned from his father and Tante Mattie that when he was brought to the guild he was suffering from malnutrition and hypothermia. Genard had opened the door to find a man holding an unconscious Remy in his arms. His family hadn't gotten the name of the one that brought him, but Remy had a pretty good idea that it was Logan.

"Hey, Remy, try dis one!" His cousin, Emil, shouted above the noise in the room. The thieves were decorating the tunnels for their annual Thanksgiving celebration, and the tape Remy was using to hang a picture of a turkey with was fighting back. Remy took the tape with a smile and got the turkey onto the wall.

"T'anks, Emil."

"No problem. I t'ink we're done for de day, wanna go see if Mercy and Tante Mattie left de food unguarded?"

"Oui!" Both boys (A/N: Sorry for the interruption, but I am using the term 'boys' because that's how I see them behaving right now. Please continue. ) ran in the direction of the large kitchen.

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"Remy, what are you t'ankful for?" Jean-Luc asked, watching his son.

"Lots of t'ings."

"Can you be more specific?"

"De spirits and de guardian angels." That response got the attention of everyone at the table. Most had been too preoccupied with watching Emil try to sneak some food early to pay attention.

"Why is dat?" Mercy asked quietly.

"Dey're prob'ly de ones dat kept me alive when I was in dat snow," Remy explained.

"I keep tellin' you dat dey're watchin' out for all of us. Dey do what dey can, an' get someone else to do what dey can'." Tante Mattie reminded them. They finished going around the table, asking what everyone was thankful for.

"Now, I t'ink we better get started before Emil drives everyone crazy," Theoren laughed, watching the younger man try to steal food yet again. "You're a good t'ief, Emil, mais you're in a family with lots of good t'ieves."

Later that night, Emil snuck into Remy's room. "What do you wan' Emil?" Remy asked groggily. He had been almost asleep.

"I jus' wanna know more 'bout you bein' t'ankful for de angels."

"When I was dere, I t'ought I was gon' die. Dat's not a nice feelin'. After de first day or two, when I got really hungry, I called to de angels to help me. I don' remember much after dat, except wakin' up here."

"You called on angels?"

"Oui, mais I jus' asked dem for help. Either help or a quick death."

"An' dey answered. Merci, Remy. Bon soir."

"Bon soir."

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A few days later, the entire guild was in the main area playing monopoly when there was a knock at the door. Remy was leaning against Jean-Luc, 'helping' his father. Theoren got up to answer the door.

"Get out!" Everyone in the guild looked up at Theo's words. He sounded angry. "You're not wanted here, so go! You're not gon' hurt him again." A slight murmuring was heard while the guests were talking, but they didn't make Theo happy. "Fine, you can see him, mais if you hurt him . . . " he left the threat unfinished as he walked into the room. Remy gasped and stood quickly.

"Hey, Remy. How are you feeling?"

"Better den could be expected considerin' where I was left."

"Sorry 'bout that, Gumgo. I didn' know they were gonna do that to ya," Logan told him.

"Remy, we are sorry."

"I can see dat, Stormy, but why are you here? An' who else is sorry?"

"We came here to ask that you come back. Most of the others are sorry, but Rogue's still a little upset."

"You an' Logan don' have to be sorry, you didn' do anyt'ing. Didn' know 'bout it. Mais I can' go back."

"Why not?" Logan asked.

"'Cause he's happier here!" Emil blurted. Most of the family sent glares his direction, but Remy only smiled. "You can' go Remy. De angels want you here! Why do you t'ink you were brought here after you were found?"

"I brought him here. I figured it would be best for him to recover around his family," Logan informed him. Genard nodded slightly.

"Whether he goes or not is up to him," Jean-Luc interrupted. He turned to Remy. " I'll support you in whatever decision you make, mon fils." Remy nodded his head and looked around him.

"It's gon' take some time to figure it out."

"Take all the time you need, Remy. This must not be easy on you."

The guild members snorted slightly at Ororo's comment. That was the understatement of the century.

"You can' go, Remy! What 'bout the angels?" Emil continued. His cousin smiled at him gently.

"If de angels wan' me here, den dey'll make sure I stay. De angels used Logan to send me here, mais now dey might be usin' him to send me back."

"What angels?" Logan asked, wondering what the Cajuns were talking about.

"De angels. De ones dat died an' are watchin' over us an' helpin' us," Emil explained. "De angels Remy called on to help him when you left him to die."

Ororo and Logan both winced at Emil's words. They had not been involved in Remy's sentence, in fact, they had done everything they could think of to help him when they found out. However, they could understand why his family would be upset about sending him off in the hands of two members of the group that had done that to him.

"Like Jean-Luc said, no matter the decision, Remy, we'll understand," Ororo assured the young man in front of her. Remy leaned into his father slightly before nodding his head and heading towards the section of the underground that was used for bedrooms.

"I'm glad you all support me, mais, like I said, it's gon' be a hard decision. I'll let you know when I can. For right now, I need time to t'ink 'bout dis."

To Be Continued . . .

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