Author Note(s): Ha, I should clarify something. Audrey and Danielle do NOT have parents that are characters in the show. There will be some others like that too. Sorry for not explaining before.
I used this hero creator thing to make some of the characters that appear in this chapter. I'll get the links up on my profile ASAP.
I don't own X-Men: Evolution.
Remy stood in the foyer, holding a cup of coffee. Guild business had taken most of the night and it was still demanding his attention. He ruffled his auburn and distinguished (as he said) gray hair, some shaggy parts remaining in his face. He smirked as the door opened, revealing his son. He examined him closer and the smirk grew wider as he saw a bruise just above his eye.
"Now, mon fils, what did ya do dis time?" He joked. Philippe opened his mouth to answer only to get shoved to the side by an angered Audrey. She was muttering things about stupid Cajuns, boar-headed swamp raised perverts, and other things. She then stopped and looked at Remy.
"Um, g'night, Mr. LeBeau," she said, walking past him and up the stairs. Remy looked from her to his son. He did this again and then burst out laughing.
"Why am I not surprised?" He managed to say, looking at the disgruntled look on his son's face.
"Because ev'ryone says I act like you," Philippe said, walking past his father to the kitchen. He opened the freezer and got one of the many ice packs, placing it gingerly on his forehead. Remy followed him and leaned against the frame.
"So, you want t' amuse your ol' man wit a story?" He asked, red eyes amused.
"Pere, my head hurts too much t' start dat," Philippe whined. Remy took a sip of his coffee, his eyes remaining on his son. Philippe matched with a glare but did eventually cave. "I made one too many jokes," he groaned out. "She's a stubborn fille. Attractive but stubborn."
"A deadly combination," Remy said. "But, y' did somet'in else, oui?"
"It wasn' what she t'ought," Philippe said, smirking. "I just, uh, touched her face ta get some information on her. A' course, I made it seem like I was going to kiss her. Mais, dat coulda been it." Remy rolled his eyes, knowing how his son normally ran his charm.
"Tryin' to see what kind of flowers de fille like?" He asked mockingly. Philippe shook his head.
"None a' your business what I was doin'," he stated confidently. "Just age, powers, sister's powers, and small stuff."
"An' ya woulda gotten dat information if you had stayed home, mon fils," Remy laughed, slapping the boy on the back. "Anyway, I gotta get back ta work. You get t' bed, ya hear me boy?"
"Oui, Pere," Philippe said, a cocky smirk on his face as he left the kitchen. Remy shook his head, smiling softly.
"Dat boy more like me dan he knows," he muttered, headed back to the study.
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Audrey sat in the living room, staring outside at the bright sunlight instead of the book in her hand. She held back a sigh and returned to the book in hand.
"Audrey? Is somet'in wrong?" She heard a girl asked. She looked up and saw the fourteen year old daughter of Remy and Marie. She had her mother's auburn hair in loose curls around her face and her mother's eyes. Her face was curved and gentle. She was still a kid but she had promise for when she was older. Safe to say Remy was rather protective.
"Nothin', Priscilla," Audrey told her. Priscilla examined her calmly then nodded.
"Well, all right but if ya need anyone ta talk to, I'll listen," she said. "D'Accord?"
"Yeah, agreed," Audrey told her. Priscilla offered a warm smile and headed off to the kitchen. Audrey watched after her, wondering how the daughter of a thief could be so open and easy to read. She leaned back, her brows scrunched together. She had met Mercy LeBeau and her son, Gregoire. Actually, Mercy and Danielle were shopping right now. They tried to drag her along but she contented to say no, using the feeble excuse that she had forgotten her sunscreen. She hadn't but she had done it enough times for her sister to believe her and let her be. She looked out the window again, setting the book down. She'd never been in a bayou before. Curiosity killed the cat...
And satisfaction brought it back. She rose quietly, taking her book with her to her room upstairs. As she passed what she assumed was Philippe's room, she heard light snoring. She rolled her eyes and was a little happy that he'd leave her alone for a bit. She entered her room and placed her book down. She bent down and scrounged through her bag.
"Where is thad gahsh fersaken lotion?" She muttered. "Ah-HA!" She pulled out the spf 60 triumphantly, feeling like laughing at herself for behaving in such a manner. She then began to place the lotion on her bare arms and saw someone standing in the door out of her peripheral vision. "Enjoyin' thuh show?" She snarled, giving Philippe a glare. He titled his head, leering at her. He was only in his boxer shorts. This fact rang into her head and she quickly dropped the bottle, blocking her eyes. "Mah virgin eyes! Gehd yer sorry butt outta mah room, LeBeau!" Philippe blinked, confused then began to have a laughing fit.
"I can fix dat virgin eyes bit, chere," he said after regaining his cool. Audrey glowered at him, ignoring his near naked state.
"No thanks," she growled, storming over to him. She tried to shove him out of the room but he refused to budge. He grinned down at her. Audrey's eyes started to glow blue and she took her shadow form. "I s'pose I need this form fer ya, Philippe LeBeau," she snarled, lifting him up and tossing him out of the room, slamming the door. Philippe landed as a heap on the floor. He sat up, smirking and rubbing his head. He looked up to see Priscilla looking at him. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.
"Honestly, Phil," she said. "Y' should be smarter dan dat."
"Scilla! Audrey was mean to your fere!" He whined. Priscilla raised an eyebrow.
"Knowing ya, you deserved it," she stated, walking over him to her room.
"I didn' do not'in! Jus' a bit a' harmless flirtin'!" He called after her as she shut her door. Suddenly, the door to Audrey's room opened. She glared down at him indignantly.
"Why are you still here?" She asked, moving to leave. Philippe leaped up, following her.
"Chere, where ya goin'?" He asked.
"I'm gonna go have a looksie around," she said, walking down the stairs.
"Looksie round where?" The Cajun asked, following her.
"None a yer business," she scoffed, opening the front door.
"De crocs could get ya," Philippe informed her.
"Bettah than dealin' with you," Audrey told him.
"Now, dat ain't nice, chere," Philippe said, following her out the door. "Den, dere's de quicksand."
"I'll go shadow an' fly," Audrey said nonchalantly.
"Dieu, you're a difficult woman," Philippe groaned. "Dere's snakes. Lotsa snakes."
"Well, bettah ta be bit by one a' them than deal with you," Audrey informed him, walking off the porch. "An' being difficult, thad's one a my finer points." Philippe smirked, tilting his head to the side.
"Oh? Dat why you nevah been kissed? Eighteen years and not one peck?" He teased. Audrey froze and glared at him.
"I don' even wanna know how you know thad," she growled, grabbing his shirt collar. "Thad ain't none a yer business. Jus' like everythin' else." Philippe placed a hand on her wrist.
"Let's go ta town," he suggested, not heeding anything she just said. "We can meet up wit your soeur and Mercy for lunch. Sound good, oui?"
"Non," Audrey said flatly.
"Did I ever mention how I love it when ya speak French?" He inquired teasingly. "It is de language of love."
"An' yer like a giant cheeseball," Audrey informed him, huffing a bit. "Besides, most of the time the French hide behind the Americans. So I s'pose id's the language a' runaways." Philippe put a hand over his heart, gasping dramatically.
"Chere! Y' wound dis Cajun!" He exclaimed.
"Good," Audrey replied.
"Mais? We go into de city and meet de ot'er two? I told dem dat we would," Philippe informed her with a smug look. Audrey's face fell as she half-glared, half-gaped at him.
"One condition," she told him. He tilted his head to the side, his smug look remaining on his face. "Someone else is in the car with us. Yeah, thad's righ. CAR."
"But chere, I know very well dat you like motorcycles," Philippe stated matter of factually.
"No' when yer using id as an excuse fer me to be pressed against ya," Audrey told him. Philippe gave a small puppy dog pout which did not cause Audrey's glare to falter. Philippe finally let out an exaggerated sigh of defeat. He was slowly scheming other plots though.
"D'accord," he said. "Priscilla?"
"Nope," Audrey said, shaking her head. "She's gettin' ready fer something ta do with the guild."
"Dat's true," Philippe agreed, thinking. "Gregoire?"
"He's helpin' Priscilla," Audrey commented. "If you had woken up earlier, then ya'd know all this." Philippe smiled sheepishly and automatically made Audrey think of a wolf in sheep's clothing. "I do beleave Wilhelm is available." Philippe bit back a groan. He was definitely going to put a damper on Philippe's idea. He then smirked, titling his head. "Wha'?"
"I jus' t'ink is so cute how you say 'I do believe,'" he teased. Audrey glowered at him.
"Le's go, Cajun," she said, walking past him. "Oh. An' gehd some clothes on."
"Hm, I was sure chere liked me without clothes," he commented, looking like he was truly thinking. Audrey rolled her eyes and stormed back into the house, Cajun smirking and following after.
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Unfortunately, that day was not going to be as simple and relaxed as once thought. The three in the car drove into New Orleans to see people running. Philippe slammed on his breaks, avoiding hitting another car. All three leaped out.
"Excusez moi, but what is going on?" Philippe asked someone.
"Some mutants are attacking the city!" The man exclaimed, hurrying past him once he realized he was a mutant. Audrey and Wilhelm looked at each other. Suddenly, Audrey stood in her shadow form while Wilhelm had gone blue and fuzzy.
"Audrey, fly up and zee where zhe trouble iz," Wilhelm ordered. Audrey nodded and flew into the air, scanning the city.
"I see them!" She called down. "Straight that way about ten blocks! Looks like it's Landslide an' his cronies. I though' they were still up north!"
"Obviouzly zhey know zhat we have it," Wilhelm muttered. Philippe looked at him, confused. "Ve brought somet'in for your fazher to take care of. Who better zhan a zhief?" Before Philippe could reply, Wilhelm grabbed his arm and teleported to where the fight was going on.
"Landslide!" Audrey yelled, picking up speed and slamming her foot into the armored man's face. She flipped back and landed on her feet. Landing beside her was a girl in a light form who was shorter than Audrey. Philippe knew that was Danielle from the information he took from Audrey.
"Well, if isn't de X-Men," the man said with a Greek accent. "So, tell me. Wherrre is de formula?"
"No where that yer gonna find it," Audrey growled. Philippe took in the man, examining the dark blue and red armor. He wore a helmet that concealed his identity and seemed to be Greek, having the olive skin. His eyes slowly moved over to the others in the group. A dark skinned girl with black dreds and green eyes. She wore a black leather outfit and from files he had read, she was Frenzy (1). an Asian looking woman with her black hair pulled up into a bun. Her outfit looked like it was armor but showed some skin and had a green cape. Astra, from his knowledge (2). Another young man with black hair who wore jeans and a black t-shirt that had something that looked like molecules. This was Arthur Madrox, son of Multiple, a former X-Man. He goes by Multiply. Then, a man with crazy light brown hair and wild green eyes, who wore a crazed smirk who needed to shave his stubble and goatee off. He wore jeans, a red t-shirt with a blue A on it and a jean jacket. This was Animan.
Behind his back, Philippe held five charged cards. A heart's royal flush, to be more precise. He watched as Audrey took on Frenzy but knew that wouldn't work. Wilhelm was taking on Astra through a flurry of blasted energy and teleportation. Danielle was in the air, firing light beams at Multiply, Landslide, and Animan. Luckily, no one had taken notice of the Cajun. Waiting in the shadows for the opportune moment, he released the royal flush, causing confusion to run through the enemy group. Audrey took advantage of the distraction and slammed her knee into Frenzy's face, sending the girl flying back.
"We need Talon ta deal with Frenzy," Audrey muttered.
"I t'ink you're doin' a fine job, chere," Philippe said as Multiply multiplied and the ten Multiplies charged him. Audrey was about to retort when she was tackled by Animan, who had taken the weight of an elephant.
"Lose...Some...WEIGHT!" Audrey gasped, kicking him off of her. She sunk into the shadows and appeared behind him, giving him a firm chop down to the earth. She spun just in time to see Frenzy jumping at her.
Danielle glowered down at Landslide, taking higher to the air and aiming another beam of light. He blocked it but was slowly being pushed back and eventually lost his balance. Danielle flew down at his fallen form, managing to dent the helmet from how hard the punch had been. Not even to hurt him, just knock him out though.
Wilhelm avoided a blast from Astra, flipping backwards and teleporting behind her. He grabbed her arms, making her not capable of using them.
"Light! A little help?!" He asked Danielle.
"On it, Nightrunner," Danielle called up, flying towards the pair and giving a knock-out punch.
Philippe smirked, thoroughly pleased. He had managed to knock out the main Multiply, and now watched as Audrey finished up the fight by swinging Frenzy by the legs into a practically demolished wall (thanks to Landslide) and burying her. Audrey looked over to Philippe.
"She'll be fine, jus' oud for a bi'," she commented. Sirens sounded and Philippe's natural thief instincts told him to run. Audrey and Danielle exchanged looks. Audrey flew over to Philippe, lifting him up. "We're oudda here, Cajun," she told him, flying into a shadow.
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The Brotherhood had been apprehended by the authorities and Philippe wished that he had not missed the night before. He eventually found out his father was hiding a formula for a mutant "cure" until it was figured out what to do with it. Where better to hide something than with thieves? Philippe walked past Audrey's room, headed to check on Priscilla but paused, hearing Audrey on the phone.
"Azari, stop bein' bossy," he heard her say. "Fine. I'll get righ' on id. Bye, Azari." Philippe moved quickly as Audrey opened the door. "Cajun. I know yer ta my left." Philippe smirked and walked over to her.
"Somet'in wrong, chere?" He asked coyly. Audrey grabbed his collar and glared at him.
"Say you don' wanna join the X-Men," she ordered.
"Hm, how can I refuse dat offer?" Philippe asked, eyes grazing over her body, just to peeve her off more. "Oui, I will join de X-Men."
"I hate you, Cajun," Audrey growled, shoving him back and storming in her room, slamming the door.
Philippe smirked, tilting his head to the side. Going up to New York, being part of a goodie-goodie run around save the day team, and mess around with Shade. Sounded like fun.
Author Note(s) cont.:
Actually a comic book character. An acolyte.
Another actual comic character. Member of the brotherhood.