Protéger

By Ultimate Gammy91

Disclaimer: Don't own X-Men, they are Marvel property

Chapter One – A Lesson of Responsibility

Remy LeBeau was responsible. Hell, he had more responsibilities than most men twice his age. That was probably why he didn't understand why he was being lectured on what the Chief called his 'lack of responsibility.' He restrained himself from rolling his eyes back as the elderly man continued to rant in the usual professional I-am-wise-and-experienced tone of voice.

"…It isn't that you're not a good agent, Remy. Truly, you've done better than most of your superiors did in their time in the field. But you have to start being a little more rational…"

Remy mentally rolled his eyes. "Rational." What wasn't rational about his antics? They got the job done, didn't they? Who cares if he happened to know a few men who were members of an elite mob who owed him a favour and got him the dirt on a couple of prioritised murder suspects? The case was closed and shelved before the month was out. That was the important thing wasn't it? Remy would've scowled and interjected by now, but, seeing as it was the big boss and not Victor Creed (1) lecturing him about 'how things 'should' be done' he kept his mouth shut and his ears open. The elderly Chief Lencherr wasn't exactly withering away and quaking in his boots with age. On the contrary, Eric Lencherr was pushing sixty and still training like any other field agent. Hell, the man had a six-pack. He was pushing sixty and had a six pack. That alone was something to envy and admire. Besides his perfect health and stamina however, the head of the Federal Bureau of Investigation had a well respected career on and off the field. No one would dare show Eric Lencherr any amount of disrespect.

"…You do get the job done, we both know that's what you've always done but there are rules. And some rules are best to be followed accordingly…"

Remy continued to tap his fingers rhythmically into the arm of the chair. He tried not to grimace as the Chief went in the 'what's by the book' direction like he knew had been coming in the long run. He didn't know exactly how but it always ended up being about running the game by the rule book. Not that hunting down elite crime Lords or serial killers was a game per say. It was serious and most of the time an excruciating, exhausting and down right dangerous line of business to be a part of. Remy just happened to be one of those few people who liked to toss the book, hang the rules and play the game with the best hand dealt. Obviously, however, Resident Chief Lencherr didn't seem to agree with his antics too much. The fact that Remy's antics sometimes got the job done quicker than those rule-abiding Agents like Scott Summers and other stick-up-the-ass Federal Agents didn't seem to count for much at the moment.

"…I know you don't particularly have much empathy for traditional antics. And though I commend you on your intuitive antics in the past…"

Remy's ears caught the lingering in the Chief's last word. The change from the slight sympathetic tone to the voice of professional authority was instantaneously noticed. A light frown marred Remy's face as the elder man sat himself down in his black leather chair. He folded his fingers as he laid them on top of his desk. His silver-blue gaze locked with the unusual pair of red-on-black eyes as he continued in a grave tone of voice.

"But I'm afraid that I cannot allow one Agent to take the rules so lightly in his hands. Not when other peoples lives are so highly at stake."

Remy frowned a little deeper. Bemusement drew obviously across his face as he spoke up for the first time in that half an hour.

"Excuse moi, sir?"

Chief Lencherr gave a heavy sigh. Whether it was out of annoyance or sympathy, Remy really couldn't tell at the moment as the man continued to speak.

"Remy LeBeau, you are, by far, one of the best field Agents I've had in this department in years. I'm not about to dismiss you, but I am giving you a word of warning. If you want to keep your job, I suggest you learn from this new assignment."

Remy's frown instantaneously dissolved as shock plastered itself across his face. His eye brows rose high and disappeared into his unruly auburn fringe as he continued to listen, to what felt like, his death sentence.

"Consider this a test of your capability, LeBeau, not in your skills as an Agent but in your willingness to uphold your responsibilities and the rules we set. I'm giving you this solo assignment, to ensure that you do learn that…"

He picked up a yellow file and tossed it to the younger man who caught it with agile precision but did not open it. He remained staring at the Chief as he continued his speech.

"You'll be playing bodyguard to a woman under the Witness Protection Program. Pack up your things. You're going to New York city, first thing in the morning."

"Oh," Remy thought as a vacant expression spread across his face. "That kind of responsibility."

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Yeah Okay, so right now it's not that much but I've been dying to start writing this story for ages. The plot idea has been hanging on my profile page for nearly two years (I think). People have been bugging me to start it sometime, well, here's that sometime! REVIEW! I'll be updating soon!

And, as for my other stories, they're also in the process of being updated too. They'll be up soon enough too.

I'd like ya'll to know, that Victor Creed isn't gonna be the bad guy in this. Think of him with the Victor Creed from the Age of Apocalypse ('Exiles' comics). He was AWESOME!!

-UltimateGammy91