-1Disclaimer- I do not own any of the X-men or other Marvel Characters. The OC are mine so yeah...
Author Note: Ok, Hopefully I can get this story back to wear it was with the original version. I have removed the old author note due to the fact that it was pointless and I really have changed in the last half a year, and could care less about flames at the moment. I will write my story the way I want. So here it is!
Chapter 1- Desiree Marie LeBeau
Remy LeBeau walked into his daughter's bedroom and glanced around for her. Her bed was neatly made, and her clothes were still on the chair he had put them on the night before. Today was her first day of school. It was one of the days he had been dreading, whether or not the six year old was. Remy would have been happier if he could just home school her, keep her at her own pace, but he knew he couldn't do that.
Anna Marie LeBeau, the once X-man known only as Rogue, walked into the kitchen to fix breakfast for the three of them. She had put Remy in charge of getting their daughter up, she had the hard part of getting him up. Unfortunately she didn't hear anything coming from the upstairs room, and it somewhat worried her. Silence wasn't a very good thing it the house. Then she heard it, nothing too loud, but a squeal and then thumping. Anna shook her head slightly and continued with the breakfast.
Desiree Marie LeBeau, as the six year old politely told everybody, had been hiding from her father under her bed. When he had gone over to the closet to look in, she crawled out and he turned around. That was when she squealed and started running for the door, thumping on the floor as hard as possible. Though Desiree didn't get too far away from Remy, she continued to struggle in her fathers arms. Her head was shaking quickly and she kept her arms flying around and kicked her legs back and forth.
"Petite!" Remy yelled suddenly and she quickly stopped, hearing Remy become stern with her. "Y' stop dis right now y' 'ear me!" He didn't get an answer, but she stopped. A few seconds later he heard her sniffle. Remy put the six year old down on her bed and kneeled down in front of her. Desiree refused to look at him but she didn't move. "Petite?" He said and moved her chin to where she had to look at him. "Papa didn' wanna yell"
"But y' did" She said, "Ah don' lahke when y' yell" She stubbornly moved away from Remy and sat on the other side of the bed. Her auburn hair was a complete mess and the white bangs fell in front of her eyes.
Remy stood up and walked over to where she was again. "Y' were kickin' an' wouldn' listen so Papa had t' raise his voice" He said, brushing her white bangs from her face. "Y' gotta get ready f'r school Petite"
Desiree nodded and then changed her mind and shook her head no.
"Y' don' wanna go?"
"No" She said, shaking her head. "School evil"
"Y' ain't gone yet"
"But it is" Desiree stated. Her red eyes looked straight into his and stated truthfully, at least for her. "Teachers yell all da tahme an'," She paused a moment. "Dey give y' realleh hard work. So Ah shouldn' go"
"An' dat ain't gonna work" Remy said smirking, "Now get dressed Petite, an' no buts"
"But Papa!" Desiree exclaimed, acting like she didn't hear what he said. Remy stood up and Desiree got off the bed. "Ah'm not goin' an' dats final!" She tried going around him but he blocked her, until she dove between his legs and took off downstairs. Remy threw his hands up in the air and took off after her.
Desiree ran as fast as she could downstairs and went straight to the living room where the furniture blocked her father from getting to her too quickly. "Petite, come on, don' give Papa no trouble" All he received from that was her sticking her tongue out at him and dashing around the coffee table. "Get back 'ere!"
Inside the kitchen Anna continued to cook the breakfast as Remy wrestled with their daughter. She had heard his yelling, and her small footsteps trying to get away from him. The noise had quickly moved from upstairs to downstairs and could now hear Remy having a couple of 'accidents ' and tripping over a few obstacles that stood in the way of him and Desiree. She could also hear her husband yell several curse words in French and Desiree's giggles as he did so.
Then before she knew it, the action came into the kitchen and Anna quickly dodged her daughter as she ran around her. Remy, tried going around the other way and Desiree quickly went around the island counter. "Slow poke!" Desiree yelled and almost made it to the door before Remy finally caught her.
"Y' had y' fun," he stated and Anna laughed. "Y' find dis funny Chere?"
"Absolutely sugah, all dat energy, where do ya think she gets it from."
Remy and Desiree glanced at each other and then they both shrugged. They did so for different reasons. Desiree had no idea what her mom was talking about. She just thought is was fun to tease her dad like this, make him fight to get her ready, other than that she really didn't want to go to school. Remy however he shrugged just because he didn't want to admit, that he in fact was a bit like his daughter was, or he could have been.
Living on the streets for all those years weren't easy and he never got to have fun. Seeing his daughter giggling and smiling like she had since the day she could start running from him, filled his own heart with joy. The family that him and Anna had formed together, their small family of three, was a great feeling. He knew that it was going to be hard, but most of the time Desiree was good. She listened and the manners that they taught her she used often. Other than getting ready to go places she didn't want to, and going to bed on time, she didn't give them trouble. Though when they went on weekends up north to visit everybody at Xavier's, she never wanted to listen.
Remy suddenly felt Desiree's arms wrap around his neck and then felt her kiss his cheek. Anna watched this and smiled as she put the food on each of their plates. "Ya spoil her rotten Remy"
"No" Desi said shaking her head. She grinned at Remy and then back at her mom. "Mama, Papa say ah don' gotta go t' school." She moved around in Remy's arms until he let's her down. "He tell meh dat since da teacher is evil monster dat ah get t' stay wit' him today" She said, nodding.
"Remy, ya ain't fillin' our daughters head with those ridiculous stories are ya?" Anna questioned, putting her hands on her hips.
"No!" Remy exclaimed.
"Oui!" The small voice next to him said in the exact same tone. "He say dat da teacher gonna be a lady wit' snake hair!"
"Petite!" Remy exclaimed and turned to her only to see her fleeing the room. His mouth dropped open . "Chere she's lyin'!" Remy said, not able to come up with anything else. He was about to say something else when Anna burst into laughter.. "Now Remy got y' laughin' at him!"
"Remy, ya ain't spoken in third person in years, except when your talkin' to Desiree," Anna told him "And it's pretty darn funny to see her out smarting ya" She pauses, "It's your fault she don't listen to ya."
"Desiree Marie, ya get readeh for school right now and come down here for some breakfast!" She heard fumbling upstairs and a few minutes later Desiree came down in a little flowered dress and a pair of white sandals. She had brushed out her hair and put it up in a pony tail.
"Desiree, sit down at the table"
"Oui, Mama" Desiree said, sitting at her usual spot. "Papa gonna eat?"
"Oui, Petite" he said, sitting down at one of the ends while Anna set out the plates. She sat down.
"Now Desiree, let's say grace"
"Dear Lord, weh t'ank ya f'r given us dis roof ova our head, an' da food in front of us. Please take care of meh mama, an' Papa, Uncle Wolvie, Tante Ro'Ro, Uncle Scotty, Tante Jeanie, Uncle Bobby an' maybeh Tante Emma," Anna cleared her throat, "Ah mean of course Tante Emma, an' of course Uncle Warren cause he always buy pretty stuffed animals an' toys, oh! An' Tante Betsy!" Anna cleared her throat again. "An' dear Lord, Uncle Kurt always say dat Mama need to learn some patience, Dat remind meh! God bless Uncle Kurt an' ah hope he come t' visit soon!"
"Amen" Remy said quickly before she could continue.
"Papa ah wasn' done!"
"Petite, 'member what Papa say 'bout schedules?" She nodded quickly. "Well, we on one an' y' were taken very long time"
"Papa, prayer vereh important" Anna was silent seeing how Remy would handle this.
"Oui, Petite it is but sometimes y' gotta make it short"
"Ah'll ask Uncle Kurt dat when he call din" Desiree said and put her hands together again. "Amen"
"Amen" Anna said. She looked up at Remy and grinned. "She's just lahke ya Remy"
"I know, I know" Remy mumbled and started eating his food.
After they ate together Remy grabbed Desiree's small backpack and handed it to her. "T'ank ya Papa"
"Welcome Petite"
The three of them went out to the car and most of the ride was silent. When Remy pulled into the parking space at the school Desiree refused to get out of the car. "Desiree come on" Anna said, her response was a shake of her head, telling her mother no. "Desiree"
"Don' wanna"
"Desiree" Anna repeated.
"No!"
"Remy"
"C'mon Petite, it only f'r lil while y' know dat."
"No!" She exclaimed and crossed her arms. She glanced passed her mom and watched as one of the older kids walked by. He was only a few years older than her, taller with blonde hair. He kept her attention for a few moment, and unfortunately Anna took that time to pick her up out of the seat. "NO!"
"Desiree if you don't stop that this weekend we will not go up to see your friends you understand"
"Oui Mama" She said and calmed down. Her mom put her down and took her hand walking towards the entrance of the school. The three of them walked past the group of boys, one of them being the one she had seen earlier. She quickly let go of her mom's hand and took off down the stairs towards the bottom. She nearly lost her balance, only to be caught.
"Whoa there Sheila," he said. "Ya alright?" Desiree nodded quickly as Remy came and picked her up.
"Thank ya for helping' her"
"Not a problem ma'm" the boy said in a thick Australian accent.
As they walked away Desiree could hear a few of the boys talking about her. She kept her head down and continued to walk with her parents. As they entered the class room Desiree clung to Remy as if she were never going to see him again. She didn't want to leave.
"Hello, my name is Mrs. Johnson" The lady said approaching the small family. She was elderly in a sense, and had a softness to her. Anna glanced at Remy who just looked down at Desiree.
"My name is Remy LeBeau and dis is Anna, my wife"
"A pleasure to meet you both, and this must be Desiree," she said, kneeling down to the six year old's level. "You look very pretty today"
"T'ank y'" Desiree said softly.
"Petite, dis gonna be y'r teacher, she gonna help y' learn new t'ings while at school." Remy told his daughter.
"Sugah, she seems realleh nahce don't ya think?" Anna questioned. Desiree nodded.
"Oui"
"Would you like to color, we have crayons and colored pencils over here" Mrs. Johnson said holding out her hand. She sent a smile towards the two adults as Desiree put her small hand into her own. "You don't have to worry, we will take good care of her."
Anna took Remy by his hand. "C'mon, weh have ta leave" He didn't get a response. "Remy"
"Oui," He whispered and walked out with her. "Why sis she have t' grow up" he asked with a long sigh.
"It was t' fast wasn' it"
"Jus' glad she don' have a boyfriend yet,"
"The key word sugah, yet"
"Dat not funny, she not gonna bring no boy home till she twenty-five"
"Sure, y' gonna fahnde out da hard way Remy"
Desiree sat in the classroom off to the side from everyone. Her head stayed down the whole time she sat there and colored. It wasn't that she was shy, she would have gone up to anyone in the classroom, but it seemed that they didn't want to be around her.
It was a known fact among many of the former X-men that Desiree was an empath. She could feel others feelings and sometimes project out her own. The young girl had no control over what happened with these feelings. Sometimes they were even to much for her. Desiree's emotions were always going crazy.
"Everybody please come to the floor mat and sit in a circle" Mrs. Johnson told the group. All the kids scurried over towards the teacher, who sat in a rocking chair. "Now, to get to know everybody sitting around you, we are going to play the name game." The teacher said. She glanced around and noticed Desiree still sitting at the table coloring. "Desiree, sweetheart, come on over here"
"No ma'm," Desiree said loud enough for her to hear, but did not turn around once. "Ah lahke colorin' right 'ere"
"Sweetie," Mrs. Johnson said and walked over to her and kneeled down. "Why don't you want to come over there"
"They afraid"
"Who?"
"Da others" She whispers. "Da other kids, dey scared of meh, cause of meh eyes"
"I'm sure they aren't" Desiree quickly nodded.
"Ah jus' stay 'ere and color, no trouble"
Mrs. Johnson sighed and walked over to the group again. She glanced among the other students and then back at Desiree, who had turned around to watch. "OK, when you receive this bean bag, you tell your name and what your parents do, if you have a brother or sister, or even any pets. Then you toss it to someone else." She pauses "Does everybody understand?"
Scattered yes' were heard around the circle. Desiree stood up and walked over to the circle. She sat down between a boy and a girl. Mrs. Johnson tossed the bean bag to a little girl and she started speaking, "My name is Christa" She said. "Ah have one big brother, my mommy is a teacher and my daddy is a police officer" She tossed it to another kid.
"My names Danny, Ah have a sister the same age as me and my daddy." He paused, "My daddy is a lawyer." He tossed it to Desiree next. At first she was silent before looking up.
"Meh name is Desiree, ah don't have aneh brothers or sisters, or pets. Meh Mama an' Papa both work at a school in N' Y'rk as teachers." She quickly tossed the bean bag to someone else.
After the others went they were allowed to go play again. Desiree went back to her spot where she was coloring. "Who are they?" A voice asked, coming up from behind her.
"Dat's meh family"
"Ya have a big family Desiree" Christa said.
"Ah know" She says continuing to color. "Dats meh Grand-pere Jean Luc, an' Tante Merci, an' Dat's Lapin an' Lucas, an' Mama, an' Papa, Uncle Logan, Tante 'Ro 'Ro, an' dere bunch more"
"That's so cool, so your never alone?" Christa asked.
"Nope! Uncle Logan comes down t' visit all da tahme. He lotta fun"
"Ok everybody get into a line, it's time for lunch." Mrs. Johnson interrupted the two. Desiree stood up as Christa did and the two went into the line. As they walked down the hallway Desiree caught sight of the boy she had seen early that morning. He had his feet propped up on the desk in front of him and was currently trying to balance a pencil on his nose. She started walking again when his teacher walked over and slammed her hand on his desk. As quickly as she possibly could she ran to catch up with her class.
