Disclaimer: Don't own anything... X-Men belongs to Warner Bros and Marvel, HP belongs to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.
Pairings: Will be Bobby/Hermione, at some point, but the verdict's still out on Harry's relationship. Sorry.
Author's Note: So this is Chapter 7, and they are firmly in the X-Men world now.
Summary: After the Prophecy, what else does Fate have to throw at him?
In our last installment:
"See you when you get home, Stormy, mon cher," he replied cheerfully. Jean had not been awake when the summons went out; either that or Charles had deliberately not told her about it, so he called her into the comms room for a shift and jumped his way down to the hangar, to wait for the team's arrival. This would be good.
Chapter 7: Meeting New Mutants
The Blackbird settled into its place in the hangar, and Remy had to back away of risk getting burned by the engine backblast. The first group off the plane were Hank, Storm, and the two unconscious X-Men. Logan was slowly waking up, though, so Gambit knew if couldn't have been that bad. Following them was the girl that had been protecting Logan, her long curly hair, which had been lank with blood, clean and pulled into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. Following her was the new mutant, also cleaned off. Remy moved forward, bypassing the medical group, and cornered the two teens.
"'Ello, 'ello, the name is Remy LeBeau. Who might you be?" he asked, while bowing gallantly to both of them. The girl wrinkled her nose in amused disgust, while the boy looked at him with something akin to fascination. Up close, the boy's emerald green eyes were flecked with silver and slitted like a cat's, while the girl had the deepest brown eyes he'd ever seen.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and this is my brother Harry Potter." Remy had heard that this boy was the one who had been discovered in England, and he was surprised at the appearance. "Pleased to meet you."
"And you, 'niappe," he answered, eyes laughing as her nose wrinkled in slight confusion before she let it go. "C'n I show you anywhere?" He barely dodged a head-slap from Nightcrawler, who was coming down the ramp with the rest of the new X-Men. Bobby was laughing.
"Leave them alone, Remy," Kurt said, letting his hair down from his ponytail. "Come on, we'll go see Logan and Scott; Logan should be getting on Hank's nerves soon enough." Remy's face fell as the two waved at him and followed his blue friend toward the medical facility.
"Which one?" a soft voice asked from behind him. He turned to see Bobby standing there, also watching them.
"Wha' you mean, frère?" he asked curiously.
"Which one caught your eye?" He could tell that Bobby had a crush; even someone without empathy would have seen that one coming. Ever since Marie had disappeared following the 'cure' incident, Bobby had been at loose ends, and Remy knew his eyes were following the girl.
"I mighta' been married, frère, but I can say dat dat fille is no' my type. I was more lookin' at the garcon, if only jus' to look."
"I think he's Logan's son."
"Dat cain' be tru'!" he said, surprised.
"Why not?"
"'Cause when Logan ran wit' Remy for a bit, long time ago, he said all his family dead."
"Before or after…"
"Befo'. I met him righ' befo' he lost de memories, so I don' know no mo' den dat, and I tol' 'Im as much."
"Want to get something to eat?" Bobby asked, changing the subject. Remy nodded and led the way to the kitchen; sooner or later, everyone in the mansion ended up there, anyway. After a few hours, Logan led the two teens into the room, and by that time, Bobby had gone to bed and Remy was playing solitaire, charging the cards once he'd won, making the deck explode, and pulling out a new deck to start over. Jubilee had been trying to watch the game, but had gotten bored, and was shooting fireworks out the French doors and into the night.
"Wolvie, Remy been worried dat somethin' finally got you dis time," Remy said, putting down his cards. They exploded. He'd accidentally charged one while he was talking. The furry teen laughed, and even the girl had a smile on her face.
"Nothing can get me, Cajun, and you know it," Logan retorted, pulling out two root beers and handing them to the teens. Remy stood up quickly, pushing himself away from the table. Logan's voice wasn't the rough half-purr he was used to. This was a clipped Upper-Middle Class British accent. This wasn't Logan. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise, and his cards floated obediently off of the table, charging with purple energy.
"Who be you, and where be Wolvie?" he asked, even as his memories were bringing up Logan from years before, the man who was running from something painful, and so had changed everything about himself.
"I'm Logan, you overgrown swamp rat!" the man said, and that edge of a growl was the same. Remy felt himself calm down even before he'd decided to, and looked to see the girl gently touching his arm. Her eyes were glowing blue, and she was smiling sadly at him.
"It's a lot to take in, I know. But it really is him. Now why don't we all sit down and have a nice chat over our root beer?" When she released him, her eyes returned to normal and she looked a little sad, like she hadn't wanted to do that. She began to argue with the boy almost silently, with the ease of long friendship.
"Sure, we can do dat," Remy said, knowing he'd been played somehow, but going along with it.
"What de hell happen' Logan?" he asked seriously. Logan looked at him for a moment before sighing heavily.
"This is my son, and his friend. Harry, Hermione, this is Remy LeBeau. Never play cards with him."
"But he was playing Exploding Snap," Harry protested, distracted from his argument with Hermione.
"Explodin' Snap?" Remy had heard of the game Snap, but never a version where the cards were supposed to explode.
"Wizarding card game," Logan answered dismissively. "His kind would probably hurt more than just singing your eyebrows." Remy had a feeling he would like this other version, but shook his head softly to rid himself of the distracting thought.
"So since when you have famillie, mon ami?" he said, leaning back in his chair against the wall and accepting the beer Logan passed to him.
"Thought he was dead," Logan said shortly, ignoring an annoyed glare from Harry. "You remember back then right?"
"Remy was only 20, of course he does," he answered derisively. "You say your famillie was dead, and somethin' else went wrong back home, so you was leavin' it."
"So you didn't know anything either. Did you trust anyone Dad?" Harry asked, and Remy got the idea that if he had a tail, it would be twitching.
"Do you trust anyone besides Hermione?" Logan shot back, and Harry ducked his head, submitting.
"Well, Remy thinks it's time to turn in," he finally said, not wanting to get in the middle of a family dispute, no matter that part of him wanted to stay and protect the boy at the table.
"'Night, swamp rat," Logan said, not looking away from his son. Remy nodded and finished off his drink before leaving the room, his cards floating up and decking themselves before he caught them and put them in his pocket. Tomorrow was another day, after all; maybe he'd be able to get the boy alone for a talk.
~*~Logan's POV~*~
He watched Remy walk out of the room, not liking what he smelled but unable to do anything about it. Harry and Hermione had gone back to their silent argument, but both were yawning, and they could barely keep their eyes open.
"Finish your root beers, and I'll show you to your rooms," he said, finishing his own beer. The kids groaned, but nodded, and he called out to Jubilee. "Jubes, you wanna show Hermione to the room?"
"Sure, Logan!" she said enthusiastically. "Scott already told me you're rooming with me so I cleared my stuff from your side of the room. Come on!" Hermione followed the brightly dressed girl, and Harry stood to follow Logan. Logan led him up to Bobby's room, which was meticulously clean, with an empty bed due to Pyro having left them for good. Harry didn't bother unpacking, he just collapsed into the empty bed and fell asleep.
Logan went back to his own room and wondered what the next day would bring, before falling asleep, waiting for the nightmares to come. He wasn't disappointed.
A/N2: Again, this was halfway prewritten, and the next chapter will probably start with Dumbledore's POV. But that won't be out til tomorrow, so you won't know til then.
Night night, don't let the bedbugs bite, and thanks for reading!
