Author Note(s): I love Philippe. He's so, I don't know. Anyway, this is not a one shot. I will only write it though when I'm inspired by the Evolved generation running around in my head. Heh. Philippe demanded being first and there will be more to follow after this. I swear. But I need to work on my other stories. Haha. Bad writer's block and school being a block of stuff. School does that...
I don't own X-Men: Evolution but I do own some of the characters. Id you want to use any of my characters, ask me first. I might say yes. Also, look up Artifice on deviantart. Search that with xmen evolution and you'll see his picture.
In his humble opinion, Philippe Henri Logan LeBeau was one handsome devil. He inherited a lot of his looks from his father, Remy LeBeau. Shaggy brown hair that he wore long and in a ponytail. His father's red on black eyes. The chiseled features. Although, he did get his mother's, Anna Marie's, nose, white streak, and a mix of his mother's and his father's chin. Of course, both were good looking folks so that meant, in Philippe LeBeau's mind, that he was smoking.
He had absolutely no problem flaunting this fact. Every club, bar, or anywhere he went, he spent time showing off his skills and charming every woman on the property. And if the boyfriend or someone else tried to start a fight, he maneuvered a way so that it wasn't his fault and he could remain while the other party was thrown out.
A fine night in New Orleans and Philippe was preparing to head out for another night on the town. His mother did not like it but she let it go, telling him "naht ta get killed." He dad would just laugh and slap him on the back and say "don' be too harsh on de filles." But today, his mother approached him, an annoyed look on her aged yet still lovely face, green eyes sparking warningly.
"Phil, I told ya naht ta go out tanight," she scolded. "Some guests from Xavier's are comin' down and you promised thaht ya would at least greet them."
"Ah, but Mama," Philippe said, pulling off his charms, "I have waited and waited and dey have yet to come. Sides, I promised to meet some amis." Anna Marie glowered at him, pushing back a strand of white hair and making it mix with her auburn strands.
"Fahne, Phil," she growled, making Philippe think of Wolverine, one of the guys he was named after. Philippe gave his mother a grin and kissed her fair cheek.
"Merci, Mama," he said. "I promise I'll be back soon."
"Y'know Ah know thaht's a lie so get outta here before Ah change mah mind," Anna Marie told him. Philippe laughed and gave her a salute, exiting the house. Not ten minutes later, a knock came on the door. Anna Marie took her time to get there. She might be a bit more polite in her age but she would not hurry if she didn't feel like it. She opened the door and
"Hello, Mrs. LeBeau, we're here from the Institute. Nice to meet you."
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Philippe stood in one of the most popular clubs for locals. He casually leaned against the wall, holding his beverage as he scanned the crowd for possible prey-ahem, ladies. Most of the crowd tonight did not boast any kind of challenge or interest. He had multiple girls come up and he introduced himself kindly and charmed them but eventually sent them on their way. He was up for a challenge this evening. He then noticed two girls and smirked.
One stood about a petite five two and had long, auburn hair that was obviously dyed. She had fair, sun kissed skin. She wore a pastel, form fitting, very complimenting outfit without showing too much and was obviously use to attention.
The other girl had long, rich blonde hair pulled into a lazy ponytail, part of her hair hanging in front of her left eye. Her skin looked like she hardly went outside but her cheeks held a warm glow, almost like a porcelain doll. She was tall and lean, probably about five seven or five eight. Unlike the other girl, she wore lose and comfortable clothing that left much to the imagination and were darker shades of blues and purples.
Philippe could tell they were related if only for the fact that they had the same shape eyes and the same shade of blue. Otherwise, he would have thought they were just friends. But the thing that made him smirk is that anyone who came near the girl with dyed hair, the blonde one would send them a harsh and warning glare and if anyone came near her, she gave off the air of "not interested." Now all Philippe had to do was come up with a plan. And the crooked smirk on his face said he was already getting one.
He pushed off of the wall and moved with such fluid, graceful motions one might find him to be a panther. His eyes were hidden by a pair of shades but if they were not there, one would see the amusement bouncing in the blood red and onyx black eyes. He waited patiently until the two were distracted by their conversation and eased his way over to the auburn-dyed one.
"Bonjour," he said to her, ignoring the blonde. She turned to him and smiled.
"Hello," she said in a friendly tone. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the blonde roll her eyes. He held his smirk back and took the auburn-dyed girl's hand and gently kissed it.
"I'm Philippe," he informed her.
"I'm Danielle an' this is my sister, Audrey," she said, motioning to the girl. Philippe gave her a fleeting look before looking at Danielle. She was easily falling under his spell. How disappointing.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Danielle," he said. "You been in de city long?"
"No, we jus' got here this evening," Danielle informed him. Philippe felt Audrey's glare harden. At the opportune moment, Danielle's phone went off. She excused herself from the two and went to a quiet area. Philippe looked at Audrey with a coy smirk.
"Is somet'in wrong, chere?" He asked, moving closer to her.
"I know yer type," she said in more accent than her sister. It was a pleasant surprise. "Yer one a' those guys tha' thinks he's all tha' and can gehd any girl ta fall head over heels. Stay far away from my sister." Philippe's lips curled into even more of a smirk.
"D'arccord," he stated with a nod. "But, on one condition, chere."
"Wha'?" Audrey asked suspiciously.
"Dat means I can flirt wit' you all night," Philippe informed her with a victorious leer. He saw her blue eyes blaze and immediately found them more intriguing than her sister's. Her jaw clenched as she considered this. Her eyes flitted to her sister and Philippe noticed the protective sibling start to take control. He knew the feeling. He titled his head to the side and shrugged.
"Mais, I'll just go give Danielle some company while she talks," he said nonchalantly, turning to go.
"Wait!" Audrey said, grabbing his arm. He turned to her and smiled coyly. "I surrender. You can flir' an' I will try no' ta gehd mad enough ta punch you inta nex' week." Philippe chuckled, removing his arm from her firm grip.
"Dat sounds good, chere," he stated, moving closer to her. "Shall we sit?" He motioned to a nearby table. Audrey surveyed it like it had the plague but sat down and not in the chair he pulled out for her.
"I'm an independen' Ohiah girl," she retorted, crossing her arms and glaring out at the dance floor. Philippe smirked, sitting down in the chair he had pulled out.
"Ohio? You far off from your state, chere," he commented. Her head snapped to turn the glare to him.
"Stop callin' me tha,'" she ordered. "Thuh name's Audrey. No' 'chere.' Whatever tha' means." She leaned towards him, her eyes glaring into his shaded ones. "And fer yer information, I don' fall fer Frenchies. I like German."
"I have a German uncle and cousin," Philippe leisurely informed her. If his intention was to soften her glare, he would have been sorely disappointed. But, he wasn't as the glare sharpened. He was sure if her glares were tangible, he would be dead by now. But of course, he had his father's love of flirting with danger. "So, you an' your sister, you don' look too alike." Audrey leaned back, crossing her arms, scowling.
"An' ye' id still amazes meh how people confuse us," she growled sarcastically. "This entire time, you weren' interested in my sister. Id was me. You gahd a death wish or somethin'?"
"Dat's what a few amis think," Philippe practically laughed. Audrey rolled her eyes, groaning.
"Y'know, I think tha' thuh French are pretentious," she scoffed, and before anymore flirtations or insults could be thrown, Danielle walked over with someone. Philippe tore his eyes away from the annoyed girl and his eyes widened in shock.
"Will?" He asked.
"Phil?" The man echoed.
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Philippe looked at his cousin, glowering as they were in the living room of his house. Wilhelm had changed over the years but still had his dark black-brown hair and with the image inducer, a lighter tone of Aunt Amanda's skin. Wilhelm's brown eyes glared harshly at Philippe, who merely offered a smirk to the acrobat-built man. Wilhelm's sharp features glowered.
"Vhy am I not surpized?" He asked, crossing his arms. "First, you do not remain home to greet us and zhen, zhen we find you in a club, manipulating Audrey to spend time wit' you."
"How'd you know it was manipulating, mon cousin?" Philippe asked nonchalantly.
"Becauze Audrey told me in German while you were staring shamelessly at her," Wilhelm growled. "You might be mein Vetter but I vill not let you torment eizher of zhe girlz." Philippe tilted his head to the side, crooked smirk on his face and his eyes glimmering mischeviously.
"Ah, but it wasn' really tormenting, hein?" He asked, getting an eye roll from his younger cousin.
"Only in your twisted ladiez' man'z mind," Wilhelm scoffed. "You're lucky Audrey didn't go 'shadow' on you and use her strengt'." An interested and curious look flitted across Philippe's face.
"What are de filles powers?" He inquired.
"Ach, it'z too late to start one of your pointlez converzationz," Wilhelm growled, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Philippe gave him a pout and Wilhelm looked at him, face dropped slightly. "Nein! Nein! Zhat vill not vork zhis time, Phil!"
"I don' know what you're talkin' 'bout, Will," Philippe said, keeping his pout in place.
"Don' ya'll know id's pathetic when a man pouts?" Someone said, drawing their attention. Audrey stood on the stairs and Philippe was bemused at how he hadn't noticed her coming down. Her hair was down now, rolling over her shoulders like a waterfall of deep gold. She was wearing flannels and a t-shirt. She scrunched her face, seeming to think. "Oh wait. Never mind. Yer no' a man. Go ahead an' pout." She waved them off, headed towards the kitchen. Never one to resist a challenge, Philippe was on his feet in a flash, idly stalking his way over to her.
"Chere, I can show you much of a homme I am," he purred. Audrey glowered then rolled her eyes.
"Lemme alone, Cajun," she growled. "I jus' wanna drink." She looked past him at Wilhelm, a small smile on her face.
"Hallo, Wilhelm," she started. "Nervt der dummkopf du?" Wilhelm laughed, loving the confused look on Philippe's face.
"Nein, er ist meinen Vetter," he said. "Ich bin Gebrauch da zu."
"Ich verstehe," Audrey said then paused, her face scrunched in thought again. "Ich denke. Ah, Gute Nacht." She waved and entered the kitchen. Philippe glowered at Wilhelm.
"I did not understand any a' dat," he said.
"Zhat was zhe point," Wilhelm told him with a grin. Then, Philippe remembered the conversation he had with her concerning French and how she preferred German. He eyed Wilhelm curiously, making the man shift slightly. "Vhat?" He asked finally.
"Do de two of you have a t'ing?" He finally asked. Wilhelm gave him a confused look.
"Vhat? Nein," he said, putting his hands up. "Ve are merely friends. I don't zhink I have enough gutz to be involved. Zhe iz a toughie." Philippe let out a light hearted chuckle at that.
"Sounds like a challenge," he purred, moving to the kitchen. Wilhelm stood with his mouth agape for a second before grabbing his shoulder.
"I am zorry, but I feel like a big bruder to zhem," he informed Philippe. "And I vill defend zhem from even you, mein Vetter."
"Well, ain't dat nice?" Philippe asked with a coy look on his face. He removed his cousin's hand, looking at it then his cousin's face. "Well, if ya'll don't mind, I'll be headin' back out. You all interrupted my nuit." Wilhelm scowled but watched his cousin head to the door.
"My apologiez, Phil," he said. Philippe threw a winning smirk over his shoulder.
"All will be forgiven if you convince dat feisty femme in de kitchen dat she should fall at my feet," he goaded, quickly leaving the house as a pillow was thrown at him.
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Philippe had been having a good time. That is until a member of the Assassin's guild decided to start some trouble. He soon found himself being thrown into a back alley before he knew what was happening.
"Well, Philippe LeBeau," the leader said and Philippe knew him well. Belladonna's son, the prince of the Assassins. Just what he wanted. He glared at the blonde man, wondering how his hair could possibly be so greasy. He scowled at the sharp tanned face, glaring into brown eyes.
"Bonsoir, Jerome," he said calmly as he was held in place, his hands not able to reach anything. Hm. They had a good hold but he'd get out of it. "Isn' it a bit late for you to be out?" Jerome sneered at him, smacking him.
"Shut your trap, LeBeau!" Jerome exclaimed. Philippe raised a challenging eyebrow. Suddenly, a cry sounded from one of the lackies. Everyone turned to see a shadow person with glowing blue eyes throw the man against a brick wall, effectively knocking him out. The shadow form popped a hip out, placing a hand on the hip.
"Now, I sugges' ya'll le' the flir' go," she said in a drawl that Philippe recognized.
"Chere! I didn' know you cared!" He joked. From what he could tell, her face contorted into a glower at him.
"Ya think I'm gonna led my hosts' kid gehd in a jam?" She asked. Suddenly, one of the lackies released Philippe to run at the shadow girl. She leaped up and floated as he spun to face her. Before he knew what hit him, she had slammed her foot into his chest. As it hit the wall, a painful cracking noise sounded. Philippe took his opportunity, grabbing the man holding him and throwing him at Jerome, sending both flying. Audrey landed beside him and grabbed his wrist.
"How much d'ya like shadows?" She inquired.
"Love 'em, chere," Philippe said with bedroom eyes. He was sure she had rolled her eyes.
"I should jus' leave ya here bu' c'mon," she said, pulling him into a shadow. He realized he had taken a shadowy form as he entered it. He blinked and found they were in a different alley. He looked around, confused.
"The shadows are open ta me," Audrey informed him, seeing his baffled face.
"You are de perfect femme to a t'ief," Philippe commented as they headed towards the nearly deserted street. She glowered at him and he returned with a snicker. "So, why did ya follow dis ol' Cajun?"
"Please," she drawled, putting a hand up, "y'seem ta be the type ta have trouble follow ya around. Didn' wan' any a' yer family cryin' over yer body while I'm here." Philippe offered her a crooked smirk.
"You are one of de most stubborn femmes I've ever met," he commented, walking a little in front of her. He shrugged dramatically. "But don' worry. Dey all come about eventually."
"Oh joy, I'm so elated," Audrey retorted.
"I could make you so much more, chere," he purred suggestively, turning and giving her bedroom eyes. She let out a groan and stormed past him. He smirked a bit and trotted after her. "So, looks like it's just you and me, fille. We should make a night of it, non?"
"Non," Audrey told him. "I'm headin' back ta the house. Takin' care of yer scraggly butt is tirin'." Philippe held an offended look on his face.
"My rump is not scraggly," he said sternly. "Plenty femmes tell me it's firm an' well in place. Wanna see?" Audrey stopped walking and gave him a cold, exasperated glare over her shoulder.
"You jus' don' know when ta quid, do ya?" She asked after a beat.
"S' not in my vocabulary," he replied coyly, walking up beside her.
"I assume when a girl says no, tha's not in yer vocab either," she seethed.
"Mm, mebbe," he replied thoughtfully. "Depends on what dey sayin' no to." He gave her a sly smile. "But not dat many say no to Philippe LeBeau."
"Well, add me ta the lis' tha' say no," Audrey told him firmly. Philippe smirked and took her appearance. She had changed from when he saw her on the stairs. Her light jeans were lose but clung to her hips in a very tomboy flattering manner. Her blue t-shirt, on the other hand, clung to ever curve and she wore a deep purple cord jacket that was slowly slipping off her shoulder due to being too large. Her hair was pulled back into that messy ponytail again.
After the lack of flirtations, Audrey turned and glared at him. He offered a crooked smirk in reply.
"Take a picture," she stated, walking a little in front of him. "Id'll las' longer."
"Y' offerin' to pose for dis Cajun?" Philippe asked, waggling his eyebrows. Audrey turned her upper body slightly to glare at him and placed a hand on her hip. It was hot.
"In yer dreams," she retorted.
"M' sure you'll be in my dreams tanight, chere," he replied calmly, walking past her. He could feel her glaring daggers into his back and couldn't stop the adrenaline rush from it.
"Yer a pervert," she growled and Philippe figured it was his masochist side, but that sounded damn hot. Before he could retort, he felt her pull him into a secluded spot between two buildings.
"Chere! Aren' we movin' fast?!" He teased, getting a swat on the head. Even though he joked, he knew why she had pulled him into the spot.
"Shud up, they're comin'," she muttered, looking out at the street from the shadows.
"Mm, they jus' ruinin' our night," he purred as he moved closer to her to conceal himself.
"Don' get any dirty ideas," Audrey warned him. The fell silent and waited for the group to pass. Jerome looked like he had murder in his eyes which wouldn't be a surprise. When they had passed, Philippe peeked out. He grabbed Audrey's wrist and ran the opposite direction they had gone.
"I t'ink I agree wit' you about callin' it a night," he said, leading her to his motorcycle. "So, how did ya get here?"
"I joined with yer shadow," Audrey said as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Philippe stopped and chuckled, then outright laughed.
"An' how exactly did ya plan on gettin' back to de house?" He inquired. Audrey glowered at him.
"I-I didn' think thad through," she finally admitted. Philippe chuckled and got on the bike.
"Well den, you bettah get on an' hold on tight, chere," he told her. Audrey examined the bike seat like it had the plague but there was something in her face that said she was excited. So, she liked motorcycles? Good. Eventually, she let off a defeated sigh and climbed on after him.
"Don' you dare go fas' an' make me grab ya," she warned. "I could jus' fly. You should be happy I agreed ta this." Before she could continue, Philippe smirked, gunned the engine and did a wheelie, causing Audrey to grab onto him for dear life. He laughed at her squeal as he peeled off into the night.
"I'LL KILL YA CAJUN!" Audrey's yell faded out.