For years Charles Xavier had studied the mutant phenomenon, as a boy he himself had discovered his innate ability to make other do and believe whatever he wanted, simply by thinking it, for a time he had let that power consume him, until he realised the error of his ways, and made it his goal to guide other young mutants to controlling their abilities without those abilities controlling their actions. A long time ago he had decided that he would help anyone who asked for his aid, that's why he was flying out to New Orleans, his long time friend Ororo Munroe alongside him. The boy he was aiming to help was a child of only eleven years, an odd time to manifest mutant powers since usually they manifested at puberty, from the sound of it his powers had been active since his birth, making controlling them that much harder.

Upon their arrival at the specified address Ororo gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Professor, this is the Thieves Guild!" her eyes lit up as if her mind had been struck by an epiphany "What is the name of the child we are meeting?"

"Remy Lebeau." The professor replied, upon seeing her expression he queried "Does that name mean something to you?"

Ororo nodded, "If I am correct then the boy who we are aiding is the son of the patriarch of the guild."

The professor's face was stern "Never the less, we are here to help a child who is more than likely scared of what he can do, if left like this, there is no telling what extremes he might go through to gain some semblance of control." His eyes softened "We do not know the whole story Ororo, how can we judge him based upon who his parents may or may not be."

The white haired women seemed to sigh "I didn't mean it like that; I was just shocked that's all."

Upon knocking on the door, they were shown to what appeared to be the family room of the large mansion, considering the various photographs, most depicting two boys in particular, the youngest of them never going without a pair of dark sunglasses. The room itself was not one of the larger rooms in the mansion but the colour scheme and lighting was far from the kind one would expect form a headquarters of organised crime, rather it looked like a room that would be in any wealthy family home. Two sofas sat on either side of an oak coffee table, and upon further inspection, the large rug that covered the floor was clearly expensive, and appeared to be of Persian origin. On one side of the room was a large cabinet that was sealed, but the glasses on the shelf below it easily identified it as a liquor cabinet. From above the floor-length windows hung dark red curtains that were thick and plain, the sunlight shining through the large glass panes made the colour appear to glow, and cast oddly coloured light upon the floor. Upon the larger of the two sofa's sat two men, the man sitting across from them was well built, but not overly so, he had tanned skin and long brown hair, tied at the nape of his neck, his eyes were narrowed at them as if perceiving any possible threat to his family. The man sitting next to him was young but had several dashes of grey hair, as well as several scars across his face; his eyes were the oddest shade of amber.

"Professor Xavier." The amber eyed man said "Thank you so much for agreeing to help Remy."

The man smiled his blue eyes lighting up "It is no trouble, I will do everything I-" he was interrupted by a loud scream and thundering of feet followed by a red-haired boy running into the room.

His eyes were wide and he seemed to be looking for a place to hide. He was interrupted by another boy, literally soaring through the doorway and drop-kicking him. The boy in question had dark red- almost black hair and was currently sitting on the red-head, forcing the younger boy's face into the Persian rug.

"What have I told ya Emil!" he yelled, loosening his grip slightly while he was talking, the red-head took advantage and shoved the other boy off of him, landing a kick to his legs, sweeping them out from under him.

"Ha! You'll have ta' do better den dat cousin!" he replied cheekily

The man and woman looked at each other questioningly, staring at the brawling cousins. The man who Xavier assumed to be Jean-Luc sighed, and rose from the russet coloured settee; he grabbed each boy in either hand and held them up by the scruff of their shirts.

"What da hell're you boys fightin' 'bout now?" he fixed them both with a stern look "can't ya tell we got guests! What da ya t'ink ya doin' actin' like dat'!"

Both looked abashed, but the taller of the two began to defend himself. "Emil was eatin' cookies before dinner Père!"

Emil scoffed "So what? I always do, Remy!"

"Ya' gonna ruin ya appetite!" Remy snapped "I haven't slaved away cookin' food ta' perfection jus' so ya' can spoil ya appetite and not eat it!"

"Dat's why we have a microwave, Remy! I can re-heat it later!"

Remy saw red "Re-heat?" he hissed "Remy Lebeau does not cook T.V dinners!" He struggled within his father's grip trying to reach the boy, but Jean-Luc's hold was too strong.

"Tais-toi!" the man snapped "De both'a ya! Emil go tell Tante Mattie what ya done, and don' ya dare lie!" he dropped the other boy who had paled dramatically at the mention of Mattie, and turned to leave, running as fast he could wailing about a spoon. Jean-Luc set his son down and fixed him with a stern gaze. "You best' apologise ta dose people right dere, Remy. Dey promised ta help ya and ya just bein' rude!"

Remy looked down at his feed abashed before looking up, surprising the two mutants with his eyes "Sorry for bein' so rude." he then took a seat by his father.

"Hello Remy." Xavier smiled "My name is Charles Xavier, and this is my friend Ororo Munroe, we're mutants, just like you."

Remy narrowed his demonic looking eyes at them "Really?" He suddenly felt an odd sensation that he didn't like at all and heard the bald man's voice in his head, you're not the only on with gifts.

Remy's eyes were wide; the man was in his head! Get out get out get out! With a spark of static and an offset of the pink energy he somehow managed to push the man from his mind.

"Extraordinary!" Xavier breathed, "What was once an open book to read is now nothing but static! Your powers are truly fascinating Remy."

"Dey're not fascinating! Dey're nothin' but a burden! It's because 'a dem dat my eyes look like dis! I hate it! Everywhere I go everyone who sees's 'em jus see's a Diable in a child's body! Dey're scared and dey hate me because 'a it!" tears ran down his young face "an' dere's dis energy dere's so much dat it explodes and bows stuff up, I can't control it, it just does it on its own!" he cried softly "I hate it!"

Xavier's expression was filled with sympathy; he looked at the boy and then turned to his father "Would it be possible to spend a week observing Remy's powers? In all my years I haven't seen any quite like them; it is possible that there may be several aspects that need to be assessed before we can start work on controlling them."

Jean-Luc bent down and picked Remy up hugging the boy before telling him to find his brother. When the boy left, Jean-Luc sighed. "Dat's fine, I'll have a couple rooms set up. Remy's powers...he's got quite a few." He sat down and ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't think much of it at first but he's unnaturally agile, ya saw how he jumped Emil, he does stuff like dat as if it's second nature, even de most skilled of us here don't have de same reflexes as Remy does..." he paused "I assume ya know who ya dealin' wit?"

Ororo smiled "Have you forgotten me already, Jean-Luc Lebeau?"

Jean-Luc blinked "Stormy?"

The white haired woman bristled angrily "I told you not to call me that!"

Jean Luc laughed "It's been years..."

She sighed "I've moved on from that life, I chose a more honest life for myself."

"Nothin' wrong with our work, Chere, and we're plenty honest." The man defended

She sighed, deciding that a change in topic would be appropriate. "I was shocked when I learnt the name of the boy we came to help; I did not know you had children."

"Oui, two boys, Henri and Remy, Henri is de eldest." He pointed to a photograph of the two of them sitting on the wooden coffee table next to her, it showed the two of them, Remy looked around seven or eight, he was sat on top of his brother's shoulders, hiding the older boy's eyes and laughing. It was the one picture where he had no sunglasses, but he had his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

"Has he always been so self-conscious about his eyes?" the professor asked

"Not always, but recently he got kicked off of his gymnastics team because of dem, dey told him dey couldn't win because de judges wouldn't favour dem because of his eyes." He sighed "after dat he refused ta take off de glasses for a week, it got better though, Emil had ta annoy de hell out'a him but he got over it soon enough."

"You mentioned that the energy itself is uncontrollable, and you have also told us about his physical prowess, it is possible that his powers have enhanced both his agility and reflexes, I think that it would be prudent to look into the physical cause of the mutation, because of his eyes it is possible that there may be another side affect quite possibly to do with his brain or the way that it functions. Would you agree to coming to my facility with Remy? We have all the equipment that is needed to assess his powers; I would also like to perform several scans, showing the makeup of Remy's brain. I suspect that this energy might be the result of a mutation on his brain, possibly an expansion or simply a different set up, but I imagine the former because of the physical mutation, it would take two or three days, and we can return here afterward, where I will continue to observe his power."

Jean-Luc frowned not liking the idea, but if it helped his son then he would do what was necessary.

"if it's gonna help Remy den go ahead and take de scans, it'll have t' wit for a couple days though, Remy's school don't let out for another two days."

"Of course." Was the blue eyed man's response, "if I may ask, have you noticed any signs of mutation in Henri? It is possible that the gene may have passed onto him."

Jean-Luc shook his head "Non, Remy was adopted when he was five, I don' know who his birth parents are so I couldn't tell ya' about that either, as far as I can tell Henri hasn't ever shown signs of anythin' like what Remy can do."

This seemed to pique the professor's interest "When did he develop the physical mutation? Was it a recent development?"

Jean-Luc frowned "Remy's eyes been like dat since he was born, dey've never been a different colour."

"Amazing!" The professor exclaimed "Typically the mutant genes surface during puberty, for Remy to have his mutation from birth is truly incredible."

"Will dis be a problem?" Jean-Luc queried "will dis stop him gainin' control?"

The professor smiled "I like to believe that no power in uncontrollable, your son will be safe, I will do everything in my power to help him."

The professor and Ororo had been staying at the mansion for two days; they had followed Remy around, talked to him and questioned him to the point where it was driving him crazy. During his sparring sessions the professor had begun writing rapidly in his notebook and had taken several reading on a handheld device that Remy had no clue as to the purpose of it. When he had one of his episodes, the professor had been able to stem the explosion using his telekinesis, shocking both Remy, and Remus who had been there at the time. While he knew that it was all for his own benefit, Remy couldn't help but feel utterly frustrated with the situation. Despite himself, he had been hoping that learning control of his abilities would be a quick fix, they would tell him what to do and he'd do it then they'd be gone. He mentally kicked himself for thinking like that. He knew it would take time; he just hated feeling so helpless.

Remy sighed, and stared out of the window, all he could see know was part of the plan's wing and clouds. His father and he were travelling with the two mutants to New York where Xavier's facility was. They wanted to take scans and do tests; Remy wasn't looking forward to it at all. On top of all of this there was still the issue of the letter that seemed to burn in his pocket. After receiving the first letter and subsequently exploding it by accident several others had come, but the one he was currently interested in was from a school in France. Unlike the other two schools whose letters simply informed him that he had a place at them if he wished to join, the letter for Beauxbatons academy of magic actually included a pamphlet explaining the school, its teachers, the curriculum and to some extent the wizarding world. There was also the fact that from what he had understood about wizarding Brittan, from Remus' stories, was the fact that it was prejudice. Beauxbatons was well known for accepting anyone and everyone who had the talent, be they muggleborn, half-blood, pureblood, or even part magical creature. If they could perform magic, speak the language and afford to attend, they would be welcome.

He knew it was stupid to keep his acceptance from his family, Tante Mattie had already called him a 'damn fool' and then told him that they wouldn't care that he had magic, but he still felt a little bitter about both his father and Remus keeping his heritage away from him, as well as more than a little ashamed that he couldn't even control his mutant powers, how on earth would he handle magical ones?

He sighed once more, and looked up at his father. "Père?" he asked, in a smaller voice than he can ever remember using.

"Oui?" Jean-Luc responded sleepily

"Am I..." he broke of tears stinging his vision, but he stubbornly ignored them "do ya' mind that I've got dese weird powers?" his voice choked slightly "I know dat dey're freaky but-"

Jean Luc abruptly hugged him, something that despite his affection for both his sons, he very rarely did. "You fool boy, o' course I don' care. You're mon fils I love you no matter what Remy. Jus' 'cause ya not mine biologically don' mean ya' not got a place in my heart, I chose ya' ta be my son, dat should speak for its self dat I care." He sighed "I know about da magic too."

Remy froze, and stared up at his father in shock, he was about to speak but was interrupted by Jean-Luc.

"I know me an' Remus should'a told ya' earlier, but ya' were so freaked out about da' powers, dat I didn't want ta shock ya' even more, if ya want ta go to de magic school den ya can, if ya don't then you don't have to." He looked down at his son and smiled, placing his hand on the top of the boy's messy hair. "you really don' give me too much credit Remy, I might be an old man to you but I'm still da patriarch of de t'ieve's guild, I can still sneak around better den you!"

Remy's jaw was slack in shock, he closed in hurridly and blushed a shocking red "oh yeah? Well I bet I'll be better den ya soon! Ya won' be mockin' me when I become a master t'ief!"

Jean Luc laughed heartily "Remy, it takes most me thirty years ta become a master t'ief!"

Remy's jaw set in determination "I'll do it in five!" he exclaimed his eyes burning ferociously.

"I'll tell ya what, if you actually manage to do it I'll by you whatever ya want, whatever da cost." Jean Luc grinned, self assured that Remy would never reach the title 'Master Thief' at sixteen.

Remy grinned manically "if I do it, you have ta' buy me a motorcycle, whatever one I want!"

Jean-Luc laughed heartily, playing along with the eleven-year-old "Sure Remy."

Remy grinned, and sat back in his seat, thinking over the brands and styles and colours, of motorcycles, he paused briefly in his dreaming. 'I wonder if I should have told Père that Vincent said I could take my tilling already?' he dismissed the thought as quickly as it came 'He would never have agreed otherwise' the red-eyes boy smiled and laid his head back on his seat, content to nap until they landed.

Tais-toi - Shut up

Mon fils- My son

Père- Dad

Oui- yes

Chere- honey or dear