A/N: Thank you everyone for reviewing and following this, sorry this update is later than usual. The Remy and Logan scene was inspired by r3mythecat's suggestion. (Not sure if it's exactly what you had in mind but it's what came out lol)

Child's Play

It was now Remy's third night in the mansion and still no one had said anything about him having to leave or repay them in any way for their generosity. The boy was happy, so he tried not to think about the time when they would ask him to leave. He pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on the present. He was warm, he wasn't hungry and he had a big comfy bed to sleep in. Dwelling on the future wasn't going to help him so he just had to enjoy these things while he had them.

Remy explored the ground floor of the mansion alone as for a change it seemed he had been left to his own devices. The professor and Scott were ensconced in the formers office doing something boring. Warren was still at work although it was almost half six in the evening. The child assumed his furry blue friend was downstairs in the area that Remy was not allowed into and Bobby, Betsy, Jean, Rogue (the woman) and Logan were nowhere to be found. So, the little boy was left to wander alone. No one had said he couldn't but, he made sure to be quiet just in case. He suspected that there must have been some mix up in the schedule of who was supposed to watch him. He may have been young but he certainly wasn't stupid. He did not fail to notice that since his arrival there was always someone with him, asking him if he wanted a snack or to play. Remy definitely was not at all used to this kind of attention so while he didn't dislike it, it was nice to have a chance to be by himself for a little time.

He stuck his head through one door and found a room filled with books, a library. He recognised it as one because he sometimes snuck into the one at home and slept on the beanbag chairs in the children's section until the librarian or a concerned parent found him and he had to run before they caught him and gave him to the police. Which is what Fagin said they would do. He decided to forgo exploring that room, what good were a bunch of books to him? It wasn't like he could read them. The next room along was the den which he had already seen, as he had the kitchen, the professors study and the dining room. There was one more door that looked promising, it seemed studier than the other doors and had a lock on it but, when Remy tried the handle it opened easily. He thought that perhaps this door would just be another leading outside but instead it opened on to a large dark room. It was almost as cold in here as it was outside in the snow. He felt around by the door for a light switch and slapped it on after several moments of jumping up to try and reach it. The room was illuminated and revealed to be a garage. There were about five cars which didn't really hold much interest for the boy. What did catch his eye however were three motorcycles lined up near the big mechanical door to outside. He ran over to them and first just studied them without touching. Remy liked motor bikes, they went real fast and the guys on them always looked so cool. Remy wanted to look cool. The one nearest to him was a shiny bright red, he couldn't resist his hand seemed to reach out of its own volition to stroke down the body of the magnificent beast. As he took a step forward to get a better look he, unfortunately stepped on the untied shoelaces of his sneaker and fell face first onto the machine causing it to wobble then fall almost on top of the boy. Remy managed to scamper out of the way quickly enough to avoid trapping any body parts under the bike but the cuff of his slightly too long jeans got caught under it. He tried to pull it out but the bike was too heavy. He was trapped, and he was in big trouble. The scratch could be seen just peeking out from under the body of the bike where it had met the hard concrete. The boy let out a pathetic sounding whimper as he realised what he had done and struggled to free himself.

It was like the boy had just vanished Logan mused to himself as he stalked from the kitchen to the library following the boys scent. He wasn't hidden among the stacks of books or under a table. He wasn't in the den, he wasn't in his room and his coat was still on the stand by the door so he assumed he wasn't outside. He caught a whiff of fear as he wandered down the deserted hall; it was coming from the garage. Had the kid gone in there exploring and locked himself in, in the dark or something? Logan chuckled and shook his head to himself as he opened the door. The lights were on so that hadn't happened he followed the sniffling sound of a child crying to the very back of the garage by the bikes. He found Remy red faced and puffing in between sobs, desperately trying to free his pant leg from under a fallen bike. Summers' bike, he clocked the scratch and guessed the reason for the scent of fear radiating off of the child. The boy was so distressed he hadn't even realised Logan's presence yet until the older man cleared his throat. "Well, well. What mess have you gotten yourself into this time gumbo?" the kid snapped his head around making a small squeaking noise as he saw the bearded man stood above him, large arms crossed with a scowl on his face. Logan could practically hear the cogs whirling in the boys head as he scrambled to come up with an excuse. He took pity on the kid and reminded himself that he couldn't screw with the child Remy's mind like he could with the adult version. The kid wouldn't realise he was joking, or that the scowl was just his neutral expression. "Come on kid, up you get." He said as he pulled the bike up into standing position. The boy did as he was told clambering to his feet and almost standing to attention in front of the wolverine. The kid obviously thought he was in trouble, and if he had been his adult self he probably would have been as scratching one eye's bike probably would have been done on purpose. But, one look at the terrified kids face and Logan could tell it had been an accident. He looked the boy over, "you hurt?" a timid shake of the head the boy's eyes fixed in the floor.

"M'sorry monsieur Logan. Was an accident I swear, was just looking and I tripped. Didn't mean too." The scared child mumbled and Logan cringed inwardly as the boy tensed as he stepped forward as if expecting a blow, which, he probably was. The X Man sighed.

"Hey, kid its ok. I'm not mad. It's just Scott's bike anyway and it's only a little scratch we can buff it out." The boy looked up wide eyed, the tears had stopped but the tracks could still be seen running down his face.

"It's monsieur Summers' bike?" the little corners of the boys mouth tugged down, "he gon' send me away now, ain't he? After he give' me a hidin'." Logan shook his head and placed a hand gently on the small boy's shoulder and crouching down.

"Nope that ain't gonna happen kid, you don't get rid of us that easily. Slim won't care, I can fix the bike and he'll just give you a stern talking to about being careful and that's more for your safety than anything. Imagine if the bike had landed on your foot or leg?" The boy nodded using his sleeve to wipe at his face. Sensing he still wasn't entirely reassured he added, "And you can help me with the scratch, and we'll tell 'im you did so he won't be as annoyed, right?" Remy brightened a little and nodded again.

"Oui, merci monsieur Logan." The older man ruffled the boy's shaggy hair and went to get the tools to work on the scratch marring Cyclops' baby.

Remy hung his head as Logan explained what had happened in the garage to Scott. The team leader, as promised, wasn't angry but he did indeed give Remy a rather long lecture about safety which was only slightly undermined by Bobby standing behind him pulling faces and rolling his eyes. The lecture was finished with an invitation for Remy to join Jean and Scott for dinner at the boathouse. Remy readily accepted the offer happy that Scott wasn't going to through him out or beat him. He liked Scott and he didn't want his image of him to be ruined by a hard hand swishing through the air to connect with his face or a boot in his butt as he is kicked out the door. The glasses clad man smiled down at him, "well, we might as well head over there now then kiddo. Jean will be taking the lasagne out of the oven. And don't worry it was pre made." He joked before tweaking his nose and sauntering off towards the coat rack and getting Remy's down for him, holding it open for the boy to slide into.

Remy rubbed his now sore nose as he waved to the others who watched him and Scott from the window as they made their way across the snow covered grass to the small house where the couple lived. Inside the house was warm and cosy, Jean called a greeting from the kitchen and after shedding their coats they joined her. Remy was happy to help set the table and sat next to Scott as Jean dished up the food. She patted his head as she sat down on his other side at the small round table. "So, sweetie what have you been up to today?" The boy proceeded to tell her of his morning adventures with Bobby and Hank outside, then his afternoon of helping Betsy rearrange her room. He clammed up a little as he got to his evening exploits but Scott prompted him to tell her and they both assured him it was ok and that he had been a good boy to help Logan fix the scratch. Remy smiled shyly at the praise unused to it. They had ice cream for dessert which the boy loved. As Scott cleaned up Remy followed jean into the living room, they were going to watch a movie she told him and he was allowed to pick. After much deliberation Remy decided that he liked the look of the lion king and the three settled down to watch it. Jean laughed as she saw Remy bopping along to the lively songs and let him cuddle into her in the sad part, trying not to cry herself as Simba watched his father fall to his death.

As the credits rolled Scott looked over to the sleeping woman and child curled up together on the end of the couch and smiled into his cocoa. The man used his stealth skills to lift the shaggy haired child into his arms and carry him up to the guest room. He deposited him into the single bed fully clothed and pulled the thick quilt over him glad that the child had already discarded his own shoes when entering the house. He couldn't resist leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on his teammate's forehead and stroke back the long bangs covering his eyes. As he turned, he found Jean standing in the door way giving him a look. "Hush you." He whispered as he shouldered past her and down the hall into their bedroom. She followed and kept silent until they were both in bed. She turned to him.

"Scott, you big softie. I'm so telling him when he's grown up." He silenced her with a kiss then replied.

"Yeah, well you started it getting him that damn alligator." Said alligator was currently tucked next to its owner in the small bed next door. She snickered, "shut up, red." He muttered as he snuggled into her embrace.