Summary: Little six year old thief is lost, think the title is obvious, hehehe
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Chapter 1 Found but still lost
Cairo, Egypt…Friday the 17th, morning
Charles Xavier the world's most powerful telepath sent three of his X-men to Cairo since Cerebro had picked up on a certain mutant's signature, Logan and Kitty looked around as they marched through an alley, while Storm had taken to the air and was now walking the rooftops, "Who'd come in here ew the stench is unbearable…" Kitty whined as she pinched her nose.
"Quit ya whining it ain't that bad…" Logan smirked as he sniffed around, "Chuck said that the mutant stayed around here…so if you were a mutant which ya are where would ya hide KitKat?" Logan chuckled as he looked up at the old building.
"Um…not here…" Kitty sighed as she looked around, then narrowed her eyes a bit, "Wait is that him?" she asked pointing to a teenager with blonde hair and like four camera's around his neck.
"Eh I don't think so he looks like a hyperactive tourist to me…" Logan smirked, then spotted a blur of red run behind the tourist, "C'mon Kitty cat…" he grinned as they began pursuing what looked like a little boy. "Hey kid wait up…" Logan called out, "We ain't gonna hurt ya…" he continued as he ran through the alley.
Kitty huffed as she had finally caught up, "He's a quick little guy isn't he?"
"Yeah…scared shitless too…" Logan sighed, "You go that way…" he ordered while he called for Storm, "He's heading east 'Ro…little boy red hair, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white long sleeved shirt."
Quickly looking behind him to make sure the ones who were chasing after him were long gone, the boy took slow deep breaths as he ran through the market, a few tears brimming his red on black eyes, ducking into another alley he entered an open door and hid under a table, whimpering softly Logan kneeled by the doorway listening to the kid crying, waiting for Storm and Kitty to arrive he was no good when it came to talking to kids this young.
Storm landed beside him and crossed her arms with an unimpressed look, "I thought you said you had found him Logan…"
Logan sighed when he heard the boy gasp. "I did he's in there…" he tilted his head towards the open door.
Storm cautiously entered the room and spying a pair of shoes quickly being pulled back in order to hide the one wearing them more under the table she slowly sat down on the floor, "It's alright little one no one will do you any harm…" she smiled.
The boy seeing his chance scurried away and bolted out of the door, Logan quickly wrapped an arm around the boy's waist, he screamed then turned and somehow got out of the man's grasp, running down the numerous streets for over an hour the boy took a left and found himself trapped on a dock. Panicking he hid behind a crate and leaned against it his eyes slowly closing as exhaustion struck him, he didn't notice a pair of strong arms gently pick him up and lean him against a shoulder as he was being carried away.
XxXxX
Westchester, New York…
Several hours later Scott entered the mansion with a grin spotting Jean at the entrance to the rec room as well a five X-men curiosity took the best of him and so he entered the room. Seeing that they had a new visitor he smiled and approached the little auburn haired boy, "Hi there little guy…what's your name?" he asked his hand extending towards the boy who growled as he quickly stood and kicked Scott who fell back and grabbed at his right knee, "Ow…" Scott hissed the boy ran to another corner in the room hiding behind a plant.
Charles sighed as he shook his head hiding the small smile he had, Logan snickered at the door, "M'starting ta like this kid…"
Storm and Jean slowly approached the boy and both kneeled down looking at the little red head with each a small smile, "Oh my look at all that dirt…do you suppose there's a little boy hidden under all that?" Storm asked Jean. The little boy glared and watched them from the corner of his red on black eyes.
"If there is do you think he might be hungry?" Jean answered with a question of her own.
The boy just seemed angry and looked at everyone sizing them up. Seeing his chance as well as a small exit near the entrance of the room, the boy being as quick as he was rushed out of the room, Bobby who was at the door next to Logan saw him run and immediately grabbed the little tyke…big mistake.
The boy began screaming, hitting, kicking, biting, clawing, actually drawing blood from the teen, Bobby dropped the boy on the floor and grasped at his arms, the boy fell hard on the floor and yelped then quickly got on his feet and began running. "I take it this little guy doesn't like adults…especially teenagers…" Logan chuckled slowly walking after the little kid, staying back so as not to frighten him even more.
"So who is he?" Scott asked rubbing his knee.
"Logan, Storm and Kitty found the little boy in Cairo…he refuses to speak…" Jean answered crossing her arms.
"How'd they bring him here without getting beaten up, jeez that kid's got a good kick…" Scott groaned.
Charles smiled, "He made them run for over an hour then passed out from exhaustion…"
"Exhaustion?"
Charles looked to the hall, as he watched Logan going into the kitchen, "Logan felt that the boy was extremely light when he carried him into the blackbird…my guess is he hadn't eaten anything in a while…"
Scott frowned, "Your guess…what Hank hasn't examined him yet?"
Charles turned to Scott with a smile while Jean explained, "No the boy woke up as they landed and bolted the minute the hatch doors opened, scared senseless as every exit he found there was someone blocking it…he got cornered in the rec room."
"Poor little kid…" Scott sighed.
"Poor little kid…hello he bit me…" Bobby whined as he examined his wound.
XxXxX
Meanwhile Logan leaned against the wall his hands in his pockets he stayed out of sight from the little boy who kept looking behind him hiding within a doorframe, Logan gave Charles a few thoughts to tell any mutant wanting to cross through the hall to stay put and of sight to make sure no one crossed the boy's path.
Logan frowned the boy sounded to be in a panic as he again found himself cornered at the end of the hall sitting down against a wall the boy hugged his knees bowed his head and began crying softly.
That little sound put a strain on the Wolverine's heart as he slowly let himself be seen and walked to the kid. Logan leaned against the wall and sat down on the floor, "It's alright kiddo we ain't gonna hurt ya…" he whispered.
The boy looked up fear could be seen in his eyes as he didn't believe the man he also looked extremely tired and weak. Logan sighed, "Can ya at least tell me your name?"
The boy still didn't answer, "Logan?" they suddenly heard, Storm peeked into the hall and gave the boy a small smile, "Hello…" she whispered giving the child a little wave, the boy blinked a few times and rubbed at his eyes, "Oh I think the little darling is very tired…" she whispered slowly walking towards him, she kneeled down several steps shy from the little one. "My name is Ororo Monroe…everyone calls me Storm except that gruff one over there…" she motioned for Logan who gave a small smirk and a little wave. "What is your name?" she asked softly, the boy still didn't answer as he leaned his head against the wall beside him trying very hard to stay awake but failing miserably.
The boy began crying softly again he was so scared and tired, Storm had managed to crawl beside him and laid a hand on his arm, "Shhh you are quite safe here…" she whispered, the boy tried to hide away in the corner but found himself being gently pulled into the woman's grasp and being rocked gently, breathing heavily the boy immediately went stiff, Logan could smell the fear on him, just as Storm could feel him shaking in her grasp.
"'Ro maybe you should put him down…" Logan whispered, "His heart's pounding extremely fast I can hear it from here…he's freaking out."
"I know…" she whispered as she began to hum softly.
After about an hour the boy still hadn't moved but seemed a bit confused that this woman hadn't done anything to him yet but that didn't mean he should trust them anytime soon.
Storm smiled when she heard the boy's little tummy growl, "Are you hungry?" she whispered, the boy didn't say a word but looked at her curiously, Storm smiled as she slowly stood up with the boy in her arms, "Come let's get you fed shall we…" she smiled as she had locked eyes with him and was now carrying him down the stairs, "What would you like to eat?" she whispered.
A few minutes later Storm sat the boy on the kitchen counter, taking out a dishtowel she dampened it with water and began cleaning the dirt around his face then at his hands with that done Storm leaned down and locked eyes with him, "See I knew there was a sweet little boy under all that dirt…Now what would you like to eat?" she asked waiting for an answer not receiving one she frowned a bit, "Perhaps a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" her eyes softened as the boy just kept looking around. "It's alright as I've said you're quite safe here…" she whispered.
The boy only looked down a tear rolling down his cheek, Storm quickly wrapped her arms around the child and held him tightly, "Shhhh, Everything will be alright little one, please don't cry…" she rocked him gently.
After calming him down a little Storm fed the starving boy and holding him by the hand she brought him out to her garden outside, filled with roses, lilies, daisies, marigolds, tulips, orchids, begonias, cherry blossoms and basically every kind of flower that ever bloomed on this earth, the boy's eyes widened immensely as he looked around, not noticing that a few people approached.
"Well I see you've found our young guest Storm…" Charles smiled as he looked to the boy who shied away hiding behind the white haired lady.
"That I have, although he still refuses to tell me his name…" she grinned kneeling down, "It's alright…this is Professor Charles Xavier…" she introduced, "And that one is Jean Grey…and Scott Summers…Are you sure you won't tell us your name?" the boy only looked away, "Very well perhaps later then…" she whispered and stood keeping a hand on the boy.
"Well then Storm I suppose you should be elected to care for the boy until he deems it safe to tell you his name…" Charles looked at the young one curiously, "My word…he looks awfully tired…"
"That he does…and maybe he would like to enjoy a warm bath as well would you like that my little darling?" she asked the boy only frowned.
Scott chuckled. "I don't think he's one to like taking baths am I right?" the boy stood motionless avoiding eye contact, "Quiet little one hun?"
"I wonder if it's wise to allow Hank to look at him…" Charles thought aloud. The telepath could sense the fear rise up in the boy at the sound of the man's name then quickly added, "With Storm of course…Hank is a kind and gentle man…you should think of him as a giant blue teddy bear…" he smiled.
The boy looked at him awkwardly as if he'd lost his mind then rubbed at his eyes, Storm seeing the gesture grasped his hand, "Perhaps after a nap…" she led the child back into the mansion and brought him into the rec room sitting him down on the couch she then went into one of the cupboards, taking out a blanket and a pillow she tucked the child in and sat beside him watching as he quickly fell asleep.
A few hours later the boy was brought into a room full of toys, with Storm by his side of course, Jean, Scott, Logan, Bobby and the Professor were in the room as well observing his behavior, he had been in the room for about half an hour. The X-men all frowned at what the boy was doing…nothing. He just sat in a corner and watched the adults.
"What's da matter kiddo…don't ya wanna play?" Logan asked grabbing a ball and rolling it to the boy.
"Don't think he cares about toys…" Scott sighed.
"Why are you so sad?" Jean asked sitting beside him, sensing his emotions but the boy shied away. "Why won't you speak?"
"Papa…" he whispered, hugging his knees.
The team's eyes widened, "Whoa…wait you mean the kid has a family…damnit Chuck we gotta take him back…" Logan stood.
"Yes right away…" Charles rolled forward, "Now can you tell us your father's name so that we might be able to contact him and tell him you're alright?"
"Non…" the boy whimpered.
"Why not?" Storm asked.
"He left me…" he whispered tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Well if he left you why are you crying?" Bobby as usual spoke without thinking.
"BOBBY!" Jean scolded, while Logan punched the teen in the arm.
Storm quickly gathered the boy in her arms, "It's alright…" she whispered, "Can you tell me your name now?"
The boy closed his eyes trying to force himself to stop crying, "…Remy…" he whispered and allowed the woman to rock him gently in her arms.
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