IMPORTANT DETAILS PLEASE READ NOTE IN CHAPTER ONE!

Summery: The X-men were called to the scene right after the Morlock Massacre in New York by a dear friend. When they arrive, blood and carnage everywhere is what they find, except for two survivors. One a Morlock child. The other a young man, young mutant, with critically life threatening injuries from Victor Creed. After taking him to the mansion to help him recover, some things about the stranger are unveiled. Is this man a friend or foe? And what the hell would a man like Mister Sinister want with him?

Notes!

1.) This story starts DURING the Morlock Massacre with my take on Remy getting attacked by Sabertooth.

2.) STORM IS NOT PART OF THE X-MEN RIGHT NOW! I MADE HER THE LEADER OF THE MORLOCKS IN THE BEGINNING OF THIS!

3.) Some characters might have already joined the X-men when they shouldn't have been there during this time period. One I am thinking of is Wolverine, I don't think he was part of the team at this time and Storm. If that's the case disregard my top note, but no she is leader of the Morlocks.

4.) Obviously this story is quite the mixed AU.

5.) I AM NOT CAJUN SO SINCERLY APOLOGIZE IF MY ATTEMPT TO TAKE ON REMY'S ACCENT OFFENDS ANYONE! I AM DOING THE BEST I CAN I PROMISE!

(If you have any tips for me they would be very much welcome loves)

Now, enjoy!


"I must say, I have never seen an infection manifest in an injury this quickly." Beast's stunned voice had a hint of grimness.

"Is he going to be alright?"

"Yes, in fact I already got something in his system to flush the infection out Scott. He should peak up within the next seven hours."

Cyclops nodded in acknowledgment and turned to Jean. "Have you heard anything from the Professor or know when he'll be back?"

"Charles said he should be back at the end of this week and that he's sure you can handle the situation until then."

Scott let out a curse under his breath and leaned back against the wall watching silently as Hank secured the man's hands trying to be cautious of his broken wrist.

Jean placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Scott why don't you go get some rest. I can help Henry with this."

The brunette let out a sigh, "Alright. Let me know what you find out."

She nodded and smiled when he leaned in to give her a quick kiss before leaving the room.

A moment of silence filled the room while Hank made sure the young mutant was secure but at the same time wouldn't be in too much discomfort.

Jean couldn't help the loving smile that formed on her face as she observed her friend. 'Henry.. so considerate. A true doctor.'

When he finished the doctor peered up at her over the top of his glasses. "My dear, you wouldn't by any chance have learned anything new about our friend while I was absent?"

Snapping out of her day dream the woman joined his side next to their unconscious patient.

"Actually Henry, I have. I was reading your notes while I was sitting with him. I think you may have some other concerns to add onto it."

He raised an eyebrow clearly intrigued and she watched as he turned his back and walked over to his computer to grab his clipboard, then patted the seat next to the chair at his desk. "Please, have a seat my dear."

"Not to worry Henry, I've already written them down for you." The red head couldn't help but chuckle as she complied with his request but the smile disappeared almost as soon as it had come. She nodded idly and pulled out the piece of paper she'd scribbled on earlier and passed it to him.

"July 20th: Name is Remy LeBeau, red on black eyes are confirmed to be extremely light sensitive, emotional trauma possibly a form of PTSD possible triggers include, the presence of other men, medi- wait... oh dear..." Hank paused glancing up over his glasses when his mind registered the potential meaning of the last thing that was listed before.

He saw the deep saddened look on her face and placed a furry blue paw over her hand. "Jean, I am very much certain we will be able to help him, I just believe we will have to be more patient now."

The two shared a sad smile and he went back to the notes. "- medical lab or possibly hospital environments. Confirmed to be an empath says he has shields to try to keep it under control, mind may have a natural psychic shielding."

Hank took his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he set the paper down.

"This will be a bit more difficult than I thought of course, but I'm very glad you were able to gain this knowledge. Otherwise we could have done more damage than healing. May I ask how the scenario played out?"

"He woke while I was reading, when he opened his eyes he immediately shut them again and asked me to turn the lights off. His eyes are extremely light sensitive, I had the lights dimmed to the minimum level almost off. He spoke to me for a couple minutes and it seemed like it was going just fine."

"When I told him that he'd been catatonic for a week, he showed a lot of distress about the time but eventually settled himself. I could feel the fear radiating off him in waves, it seemed like he must have had to meet someone I am still uncertain. He and I carried on a conversation but at one point while I was scanning through data on the computer he spotted the 'X-men Medical Records' on the top of the page."

Beast lifted a furry blue eyebrow again, "Was that a problem?"

Jean's face turned grim as she gave a slight nod. "I believe so. He started trying to get off the bed and was becoming more and more vocal. He seemed almost panicked. Scott had been leaving the danger room, when he heard the shouting he came in to check on me. As soon as he saw Scott he was lunging off the bed despite all the pain it caused him. He was picking up objects and threatening to attack if we tried to stop him from leaving. I called Warren and Logan in here to help telepathically. Before they arrived, we attempted to assure him that we were only wishing to help him, and he responded with something that makes me uneasy about his origins as well as his safety."

"And what was it that he said?"

"I would attempt to quote but unfortunately..."

Hank laughed, "Indeed, his accent can be quite interesting, Logan believes he has a Cajun accent from down south, I'd have to agree."

Jean smiled, "Well then, trying to quote him without the accent, basically he said 'No, you are X-men and if I don't get out of here the crazy man is going to kill me or worse."

"So he's either been with people who despise the X-men or are an enemy. That is most disconcerting…"

A small groan flooded the room as the cajun stirred.

"He shouldn't be awake already." Beast spoke to himself.

Jean ran her fingers through the auburn hair plastered to the sides of his face with sweat.

A small whine was the response she got, "Sinister… please Remy did what you asked… leave him be… no more tests… wan' go home..."

Hank dropped his pen and Jean pulled her hands away from the man's head her jaw falling open.

"Oh my stars and garters..."

The two shared an uneasy glance, this was bad news.

"My dear, perhaps it would be a good idea to get a hold of Charles and see what he thinks."

The redhead nodded, "I agree, but first now that we know his identity. I think I will try to find any family records, maybe someone can help us."

"That is an excellent idea Jean, please let me know if you do get in contact with someone. There are some medical concerns I'd like to discuss."

~ New Orleans ~

"Jean Luc! Shame on y' chile, waitin' dis long to visit a little ol' lady like me."

A deep chuckle rumbled from the man's throat. "Sorry chere, I been tryin' to but da guild has dis man runnin' back and forth."

Mattie smiled as she pulled the tall man into an embrace which was greatly returned. "D'accord. I suppose I can forgive ya dis time chile."

"Ca c'est bon! Dat's a relief, I still remember da last time I had moi facing chere's wrath."

"Bien! I'd hoped dat was an experience ya'll never forget chile.

The two laughed heartily as Jean Luc took a seat on one of the recliners within his friend's house, she took a seat in one across from him. "How is everything with da guild Jean Luc?"

"Da guild is managing but da relationship with da Assasians Guild seems ta be getting out of hand, becoming more an more fierce. I lost a couple of moi men jus dis last week."

Her eyes were sad, she knew the man really tried his best and he cared about the guild like a family. In fact one particular member of the guild was living proof of that. A glimmer of hope sparked into her eyes, "How's Remy? I haven't seen dat chile for months now."

He seemed to hesitate but he did answer. "I don't know. I was to meet dat boy a couple weeks ago at one of da cafe's downtown, but he never show his face."

"Dat's strange."

"Non, not really, Remy comes and goes as he pleases. Boy hasn't contacted moi either, not since we made dem plans. Dat, I did find a bit odd."

Mattie looked unsettled and opened her mouth to reply when Jean Luc's phone rang unexpectedly.

Jean Luc stood pulling the phone out of his pocket he gave her a small nod, "Excuse moi. I'll be back."

"Of course chile." she responded.

"Hello." he greeted, turning around and walking into the next room, quietly closing the door behind him for some privacy.

'Hello, is this Jean Luc LeBeau?'

The cajun man couldn't help but lift an eyebrow in response after he heard the voice of a woman. "Dat depends on who's callin' girl."

'Mr. LeBeau, my name is Jean Grey.'

He was about to reply when he heard her continue.

'I am calling about a man me and my colleagues found in the sewers of New York City.'

"A man?"

'We found him a little over a week ago. He'd been brutally attacked and almost died from critical wounds, we found him just in time. He is with our doctor now, still recovering. Unfortunately we have not been able to locate where exactly he came nor what happened. I was hoping you may be able to help us.'

"You think I can help?"

'Yes, he seems to bare the same last name to yourself, and we were hoping that you may have some connection to him.'

"Sorry, dat must be a coincidence." he stated. 'This is bizarre. I haven't been up to New York in years…'

'Are you sure?'

He paused, the desperation in her voice.

"Do you have a first name?" he asked with a sigh.

'I believe he said Remy. Remy LeBeau.'

Jean Luc's mind exploded that wasn't possible.

What the hell was his son doing in New York?

Injured? Almost died? How did this happen!?

"Mon dieu." he whispered quietly.

'Mr. LeBeau?'

He took a deep breath to calm himself, there still was a chance it could be a coincidence, unless they could confirm his next question.

"What does dis boy look like chere?"

'Quite tall, very lean, with auburn hair. Possibly mid-twenties.'

Jean Luc closed his eyes taking a deep breath trying to brace himself, that sounded like Remy.

"Is 'e a mutant? Red an' black eyes?"

'Yes.'

"Merde!" he hissed running his fingers through his hair.

'So you know him?'

"Oui, he's my son."

'Oh thank go-'

"Ya'll said he was hurt?"

'He was, and I'm afraid he is still in very bad shape.'

"Where is dis place?"

~ Xavier Institute (Two Days Later) ~

"Kid's still asleep?" Wolverine's gruff voice cut through Beast's silent train of thought.

"Indeed, normally I would be appalled by the thought of keeping a patient sedated for so long."

Logan quirked an eyebrow, "Somethin' different?"

Hank nodded, "Yes, it has given me time to learn about his mutation and watch and maintain any infection in his wounds. Plus it allowed me time to reconstruct his wrist though it still going to be in a brace but at least the bones are back in their places."

"Ya know that his family is supposed ta be coming today right? In fact I think he's supposed ta be here pretty soon."

"Quite, that's why I haven't given him another dose since this morning my friend. In fact he's already awake, you've had glowing red eyes on you ever since you walked into this room."

Logan turned around and indeed saw two gleams of red peaking out between squinting eyelids, but as soon as they made eye contact the boy sluggishly turned his head away to the other side.

"He's been awake for a few hours now, sedatives seem to be extremely efficient on our friend here. I've found that they last almost three times as long on him as opposed to other humans and even mutants. I estimate he'll still be a bit groggy when his father arrives."

Beast's eyes focused on the young man again, spotting the two red eyes observing the two of them once more.

"What of his injuries Hank? Do ya think the kid will be able ta walk on out of here?"

He shook his head, "No, absolutely not, he won't be on his feet again for quite a while I'm afraid. Unless he has an immense pain tolerance."

Wolverine nodded, "Cyke's been driving me off the walls."

The doctor chuckled, "I'm sure, but you have to understand Logan. Having to up the security because of a possible attack can make someone edg-."

"What?!" Logan's sharp questioning tone cut in.

'Whoops' Hank kicked himself remembering he wasn't supposed to say anything.

Logan was about ready to continue when he felt the familiar prodding of someone else' emotions, now he could both feel and smell the faint trace of fear behind him.

He calmed himself before he looked over his shoulder, finding the two red eyes focusing on him again.

"Our friend seems to find you in particular interesting, Logan."

The medical bay doors opened and Jean walked in, "Henry, Jean Luc is here?"


As always some feedback or tips for improvement are always welcome! Til next time my lovelies!

~ Emily