Okay, I know I have a lot of things on the go at the moment, but this has been in my head for a while.

Basically, it's an X-Men AU where Cherik is canon. They have Pietro, Wanda and David as children. Raven and Azazel are together with Rogue (adopted) and Kurt as their children.

Kurt and David are the same age, along with Remy/Gambit….I'll let the story tell the rest.

Please read and review.

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"Remy!" called out Jean-Luc LeBeau, "Remy! Get out here now!"

He tried to remain calm as he waited for his adopted son. Once again, Remy had been seen leaving the Boudreaux mansion….probably visiting Miss Bella Donna again. Jean-Luc sighed wearily. He had adopted Remy when the child was only six and he had tried to pickpocket the Head of the Thieves Guild himself.

The child was hungry, cold and scared of adults….which hinted at pain Jean-Luc didn't even want to consider. But the thing that caught his eye was the child's unique eyes, completely black with blood red irises. He was quick to take the boy in, giving him a name and a family along with it.

Remy may have been difficult at times, but everyone soon grew attached to him. Jean-Luc knew that Remy was a mutant and had a certain charm over everyone, but even without it, he knew that his son would have been accepted. Recently however, they had been having some issues with the young boy.

Once Remy hit twelve, he developed a new ability….making things explode. Sometimes this was helpful, but when Remy would lose his temper, things would get out of control. This could be dealt with, but Remy's 'love' for the heir to the Assassin guild, Bella Donna Boudreaux was something else entirely.

Remy had taken to shirking his chores and duties in order to sneak into Assassin territory, and Jean-Luc was fed up of it.

Remy still hadn't come down yet.

"REMY!"

From the kitchen, Tante Mattie appeared the corner and frowned. "Mon dieu Jean-Luc! Ya gonna bust my eardrums if ya keep yellin' like dat!"

Jean-Luc groaned, "Je suis désolé Tante, but dis boy is drivin' me mental!"

"Oh? We hadn't noticed."

"I-it seems like he disrespects me more and more every time we talk…"

"So instead of talkin' at de boy…" began Tante, "…why don' you listen to him instead?"

This caused Jean-Luc to stop in his tracks and pause in thought. She had a point….he had been doing a lot more talking at Remy, rather than listening to him. "You're right…" he agreed, moving to head up the stairs to Remy's room, "…as usual."

"An' don't you forget it Jean-Luc!"

Jean-Luc grinned as he headed up the stairs, the sound of music coming from his son's room….loudly. Loud enough to cover the sound of a Father yelling. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and smiled sadly at the sight of Remy's head buried into a pillow.

Turning the music down, Jean-Luc sat down on the edge of the bed and gently patting his son's back. "Remy? You gonna look at your old Papa?"

Remy shook his head into the pillow.

"Well den, you gonna tell me why you were caught wit' Bella….again?"

Lifting his head off the pillow, Remy twisted his head around to glare at the older man. "I love her…she's de light to my life!"

Jean-Luc resisted the urge to sigh and roll his eyes, instead choosing to pat his son on the back again. "I know Remy…I know. Love is a strong t'ing non?"

"Oui….but how do you know?"

Sighing sadly, Jean-Luc closed his eyes in memory. "Henri's mama was de most beautiful dame in all de world…broke ma heart when she died. But I knew she were de right one for me….can you say de same?"

Remy remained silent for a few moments, turning over onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "Non…" he admitted sheepishly, "….but I do love her Papa!"

"I know petit…but she's an assassin and you are a t'ief. Ain' no way you two can be together peacefully."

"What about an arranged marriage?"

This made Jean-Luc laugh, "Non, non, non petit…Marius will never accept that. And Julien will be even worse. Ain' dere anyone in our own guild you like?"

Remy shook his head moodily, "Non Papa….dere're all scared of me. Bella's de only one who don' care about my eyes…or my powers."

Nodding in understanding, Jean-Luc sighed. "I'm sorry petit…I wish I could make it easier for ya."

Remy simply stared at him, before pushing himself up into a sitting position and shuffling closer to his Papa, resting his head on Jean-Luc's shoulder. "I know Papa…." He muttered, "….it jus' sucks!"

This caused Jean-Luc to chuckle, pulling his son closer with one arm. "Tell me about it kiddo…I t'ink Tante's cooking up some of her famous gumbo, fancy gracing us wit' your presence?"

"Papa, I'll do anyt'ing for Tantes' gumbo."

….

2 weeks later, Jean-Luc's peaceful sleep was disrupted by the shattering of glass and a fearful cry from his son. With a speed he didn't even knew he still possessed, Jean-Luc grabbed a gun, leapt out of his bed and sprinted to his bedroom door. Upon flinging open the door, he almost ran into his oldest son, Henri.

"Did ya hear dat?!" exclaimed Henri, clutching a bat to his chest, "Was dat Remy?!"

"Sure sounded like it!" yelled Jean-Luc and he ran into Remy's room. What he saw made him take a step back in shock.

Standing by his son's bed, Remy's neck enclosed in a giant hand, was a hunched over figure. The man (if he could even be called that) was wearing a long, fur coat…some of the blood from his kills still visible on the fabric.

Shaggy blonde hair almost covered his face….but not completely. Fangs dripping with saliva and feral looking eyes could still clearly be seen. Its hands had long, sharp claws, and Jean-Luc was alarmed at the sight of them so close to his son's vulnerable throat.

"Well, well, well…" croaked the figure, "….looks like it's Daddy to the rescue!"

Jean-Luc aimed his gun, "Get de hell away from my son ya bastard!"

The figure grinned, tightening his grip as Remy chocked slightly and fresh tears slipped down his cheeks. "Why should I?" A long tongue licked the tears away, causing Remy to shiver in disgust, "He tastes so delicious!"

"Papa!" sobbed Remy brokenly, his hands grasping at the larger clawed one in a desperate attempt to get free. At the sight of his son's tears, Jean-Luc open fired…only to take a step back in shock.

The bullet holes seemed to disappear before the men's eyes as the figure snarled in anger. "Wrong choice Dad!"

With a deafening bellow, the figure threw Remy against the wall, stunning him as he rushed at Henri and Jean-Luc. Jean-Luc fired again and again until he was out of bullets….but the wounds all disappeared, despite slowing the thing down for a couple of seconds.

Once close enough, the figure swiped at the pair with its deadly claws, catching Henri across the face and Jean-Luc across the chest. Blood spattered against the wall as Remy screamed.

"PAPA! HENRI!"

The two men lay on the floor, blood seeping from their wounds as the figure twisted around and grinned at the terrified teen, licking the blood off his claws. He stepped closer as Remy threw object after object at him, desperately trying to trigger the devastating explosions he was feared for….but nothing happened.

Remy yelped in shock and pain as the clawed man grabbed him by his throat again, pulling him close to lick his face again. "I hope the Boss lets me have a little fun with you before his little….games."

The teen's eyes widened in fear and he began to struggle again as the man dragged him towards the broken window.

"PAPA! PAPA PLEASE!"

Footsteps could be heard coming up the nearby stairs, with everyone on the other side of the house finally sensing that something was wrong, causing the man to speed up until he leapt out of the window and disappeared into the woods…Remy still in his hand.

"PAPA!"

Back in the house, people surrounded Henri and Jean-Luc, applying pressure to wounds in an attempt to keep the pair alive. From his position on the floor, Jean-Luc could still see the broken window that his son had been dragged through.

"Remy…" he gasped weakly, "…someone…Remy."

His eyes drooped weakly from the blood-loss until….nothing.