Note: Forget everything you know about Remy's childhood. This is something thats been stuck in my head and i don't know why. If you review i'll add more chapters and it will end up in present day evo. NO COMPLAINING.

Jean-Luc slowly opened the door with the silence that only a thief could muster. He was watching the boy who lay on sprawled over the bed, exhaustion etched into his small face. He didn't know someone was next to him until he felt Matte come and stand next to him.

"He'll be fine Jean-Luc," she said to him her hand resting on his shoulder. "He's a strong one him. He'll conquer dis." He took comfort in her calm, soothing voice with all of its Cajun accents. Most people in the household were Cajun but he still felt peace come over him when Matte spoke.

He looked at his adopted son of three years and couldn't fight his overwhelming panic. He loved his boy. This boy was his son. He vowed that he wouldn't let anything happen to him when he took him in and here he was, sick. He turned away from Remy and silently closed the door behind him before walking down the hall. Matte watched him leave. He looked older then he had a few weeks ago when this had first happened. She turned and walked down the opposite end of the hall and hoped tat they would all make it through this with their mentality intact.

On the bed lay a pale boy that looked to be about ten. He would, of course, be very insulted if you were to call him ten. He was thirteen thank-you very much. He was extremely thin. He had shoulder length auburn hair that hung over his face concealing his features. He had a well sculpted face with high cheekbones that made him look even skinnier then he was. If he were to open his eyes they would not be the normal shade of brown,blue,green,or a mixture of the three. He had Red irises and were there should have been white, was actually black. He was too thin and looked sick.

He woke up with a start feeling about as rested as he had when he had gone to sleep about an hour before. He felt tired and for some reason, although he hadn't eaten all day, he had no appetite.

"Petite, Come downstairs an' eat. It's no good if you pass out." He shuddered. He was never going to get used to the telepathy's voice in his head, even if it was Matte.

Remy made his way down the hall slowly. He felt so tired. Why did he feel this tired he had just woken up. He had gotten back from his appointment at the hospital a few hours ago and he could feel the effects of the drugs taking hold. He walked into the kitchen and pulled a chair out from the table. He sat down and rested his head on the table in a futile attempt to get his energy back. Matte put a plate of food on the table in front of him. He looked at it. The sights and smells made him feel nauseous. He ate a little of the food on the plate before he felt his stomach violently lurch. He ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind him before he began heaving. He felt a warm hand rubbing him on the back in slow, calming circles and he cringed inwardly as he realized that he had forgotten to lock the door.

When he was done he leaned back and looked at Matte who was crouched down beside him and Jean-Luc he was in the doorway eyeing him with concern. He felt embarrassment creep into his face and the back of his neck. He had never wished that he could disappear more then at this moment. He stood up and with as much dignity as he would walked pass the adults and headed towards his room. He lay down on his bed for a moment. He felt better for some reason after he had thrown up. He had always felt awful after before but something was different this time and he didn't know what.

He stripped down and went into the bathroom that was connected to his room. He figured he would feel even better after taking a shower. He hated what his sickness was doing to him.

FLASHBACK

Remy sat on the steel table that was in this little room in the doctors office that they had put him in. He swung his legs nervously against the side. Jean-Luc sat there. He was probably expecting something much better then he was actually going to get.

A blond nurse who had been really nice to him walked in the room. She informed them that the doctor wanted to meet them in his office. She wouldn't meet their eyes but she looked concerned. As Remy walked through the door she gave him a sad look before he disappeared. They walked into a little office and at the desk sat a heavy, brown haired woman. She looked gravely serious.

"Theres no other way to explain this then being blunt. The symptoms you've described, bone and joint pain and fatigue concerned us. We took a sample of your sons blood and had it tested. It came back positive for what we were looking for. I'm sorry but your son had Leukemia."

END-FLASHBACK

She had gone on to explain courses of treatment and and exactly what kind of Leukemia he had. Today he had had another round of chemotherapy. He had been having it for a few weeks now and he had never felt more tired.

He stepped beneath the warm spray and cleaned himself up. He ran his fingers through his hair. He felt something catch on them and he pulled them away so he could see. Hair had caught on his fingers. He shook the clump away and continued to clean up. When he was done he shut the water off and wrapped himself in a towel. He could see something he didn't want to see.

He got dressed and lay on the bed feeling numb. He could still see what he had found in the shower. All that hair clogging the drain.

ME: Im not really good in all the medical stuff so please bear with me. Some of the symtoms i got off line but the whole feelings from chemo i got from waching my dad. Im sorry if you don't like this story. please review anyways.