Ok someone brought up my Red Rag Top story as continuing on. I never really said it was a one-shot though I didn't plan on continuing it, but I changed my mind. So here goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-men, wish I did, but I don't.

The clean, crisp air and lightly trafficked streets outside the city limits helped clear Remy's head. Memories of Anna had bombarded him after seeing that girl in the car at the stoplight. It was as if Anna's memory had to make up for the time Remy had succeeded in pushing it away. Now though as tall trees loomed on either side of him on the back road he was at ease once more.

Ororo had given Remy the code that would open the gates to the school. As he was coming up the long paved driveway that ran through the grounds, he expected to see a school like any other. He was surprisingly shocked at what greeted him though; it looked not so much like a school as it did an enormous mansion. "Mus' be one o' dem rich prep schools." He muttered as he drove around the circle drive at the front of the school and parked his Harley. It gave one last rumble before cutting off. Remy removed his helmet and hung it on the handle bars of the motor cycle and fished a pair of darkly tinted sunglasses from an inside pocket of his brown trench coat, putting them on.

Remy unhooked the large duffle bag from where he had it strapped across the back of his bike. Instead of a door bell like he would have expected the place to have, there was a large metal knocker. After pounding it to the door he waited, hoping Ororo was going to answer instead of some other person, after the way the day had gone he really didn't want to deal with having to explain everything to some stranger about why he was here. The door swung open revealing a statuesque figure with coffee colored skin and a great mane of long white hair. "Bonjour Ro." Remy said smiling. Storm smiled warmly, "Remy my friend, I am glad you came." she said reaching out to hug him. "Come, the Professor is waiting to meet with you." Remy raised an eyebrow "Waitin' fo' Remy? How he know Remy be comin' today?" Ororo smiled secretively, "The Professor just knows these things Remy. It is something you will learn soon enough." She stared off to the side as if she were hearing something Remy could not, and then she smiled looking back at him. "Shall we?" she asked taking Remy's arm and ushering him inside.

In front of the Professor's office Ororo's hand was poised ready to knock when an educated sounding voice called "Please show our guest in Ororo." Remy raised an eyebrow questioningly at Ororo as he followed her inside. The office was painted a darkened shade of red and had hunter green carpet. Behind a polished mahogany desk seated in a wheel chair was a bald man who had an air of sophistication and intelligence about him. "Welcome Mr. LeBeau, I'm pleased you've taken Ororo's offer to come to the school. I hope your trip was pleasant enough; it was quite a ride for you. Please have a seat." He said motioning to the leather wingback chairs. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Professor Charles Xavier."

Remy took a seat while Ororo moved to stand at Charles side. "Yeah, it was a decent trip." He answered, in spite of the red car and memories it brought back. "So Ororo say Remy migh' be able t' get a real job here?" He asked. Xavier laced his fingers together as he looked at Remy and nodded, "Yes that is correct Mr. LeBeau." "Remy be fine Professor, or Gambit, answer t' both." Remy interrupted.

Xavier smiled to himself, "A self imposed moniker, you truly are fit for this Institution Remy." Ororo laughed softly while Remy simply looked confused. "As I was saying," the Professor continued, "We have recently added French to the curriculum here and, well I must be getting absent minded in my growing age because I forgot to hire a teacher and none of the rest of the staff are fluent." Remy looked skeptically at the Professor, there was just something about this man that told Remy he was not the kind to simply forget to hire a teacher for a new class. Ororo was no help either, whenever he looked at the African beauty she simply smiled innocently.

"Also," the Professor continued, "I was hoping you could assist us in manners of security. Ororo has shared some of your more…colorful, past and we both feel your expertise in such matters would be of great help. You already know this is a school specifically for mutants and also know how human/mutant relations are currently. We have a large number of students living here on campus Remy and their safety is my utmost concern. I have no doubt that you know most any security system and could find ways to break through, which would illuminate its flaws. If you could, in addition to teaching, work on the security system with Kitty, the resident technological wiz, mostly attempting to get past the system it would be of great help to us."

Remy raised an eyebrow, "Basically what y' be sayin' is dat y' want Remy t' try an' break in t' de school." Xavier nodded and Remy cracked a smile, "Sounds like fun, but y' sure y' want Remy teachin' de petites? Remy don' got no formal education from a university y' know." Once more Xavier nodded and smiled warmly, "I am aware of this Remy, but do not worry. I am certain you will do wonderfully. Here at the Institute we operate on a set of rules all our own in a way. There is just one more thing I would like to discuss with you before we conclude this meeting."

Remy nodded, "Alrigh' go ahead." Remy was surprised when Ororo spoke up instead of the Professor, "You recall when we met three years ago Remy, when I was in a bit of trouble and you helped me. I told you about a team of people I worked with, a group who fought to protect mutants and humans alike."

"Of course, Ro, what dat got t' do wit' now?" Remy asked resting back against his chair getting comfortable. "Well Remy, that group is known as the X-men and this school is our home. We operate under Charles' dream, hoping to achieve it within our own life times." It was now that the Professor spoke up, "My dream is quite simple, yet quite difficult to obtain Remy. I want nothing more than to see mutants and humans living peacefully amongst one another, for mutants to be treated fair and just, with equality and humanity; not discriminated against for being chosen to inherit the next stage in evolution."

Remy huffed crossing his arms across his chest, "Sound nice enough Professor, just a regular Mart'n Luther King ain't y'? Remy hate t' be de one to bust y' bubble though, but de way t'ings be goin 'tween humans an' mutants ain't too good. Remy jus' don' see it gettin' any better any time soon."

Xavier listened politely even if Remy was criticizing his dream. He had expected it even, from the life Remy was coming from, of course he would have a pessimistic out look on the way of the world today. No doubt Remy was one of the mutants who were attacked simply due to his unique red and black eyes, which was likely why he wore such dark sunglasses even inside the mansion. "This is exactly why we need you Remy, to join our team to fight the hatred in society, to not only keep the peace but protect the innocent as well." He said.

Remy looked skeptically at the Professor, but even as he told himself this dream was destined to fail he found himself accepting the proposal made. "Alright Professor, seeing as Remy got not'in better to do, he gonna accept the job offer. Now Remy ain' sayin' that it be permanent, consider it a trial run. We see how dis all work out, Remy don' like it he gone. D'accord?"

The Professor and Storm both smiled, "Excellent, welcome to the Xavier Institute and the X-men Mr. LeBeau, Remy." He said. "Storm will show you to your room. Please feel free to tour the grounds. Tomorrow morning you'll have a Danger Room session just so we can get an idea of your power levels."