A/N: Thanks for reading, reviewing and following. Not too sure on this chapter, I found it hard to decide how Remy would get nabbed. Hope it's not too bad though anyway please read and enjoy! As always constructive criticism and feed back is welcome. Also I hope any readers in the path of the storm are ok.
"You are certain it was him?" victor nodded at Sinister's turned back before realising his mistake and grunting in the affirmative. "And Summer's?"
"He's the same as always as far as I could see." Replied the mutant shrugging. Sinister was silent for a time before turning on his heel and looking Victor in the eye.
"Bring me the boy. It is unfortunate that Summers is not in the same condition but, once I ascertain how Lebeau was regressed to a child perhaps I could replicate it." He waved his hand in dismissal and Victor wasted no time in leaving the unnerving man's presence to go and round up the rest of the marauders.
Warren stumbled out of the room he shared with Betsy, leaving her to cocoon herself in the covers without worrying about leaving him cold, not that she did worry about that but, a man could pretend. Blurrily he made his way downstairs heading for the kitchen where he planned on drinking about a gallon of coffee to ready himself for a day full of meetings and paper work. He was stopped at the doorway though by the sight of a certain miniaturised thief. The boy was seated at the table with rogue the alligator sat on the table facing him. It was apparent that the two were in the middle of a rather intense looking staring match. He cleared his throat before entering and received a small yelp of surprise in response. As he waited for the coffee to brew he leaned against the counter facing the child. "So, what are you doing up here at this time?" Remy shrugged and proceeded to make rogue dance along the back of the chair next to him. Surely Scott hadn't made the child move back into the mansion with only a couple of days before he could be restored to adult form. He asked Remy if Scott had told him he couldn't sleep at the boat house anymore but the boy just shook his head. "Why are you here then sport?" Remy didn't look at him for a moment but then he answered in a small voice.
"He said he not gonna t'row me out but, I don't wanna get in dere way so I come here dis morning so dey don' have to make me breakfast or put up with me. Maybe if I don't bother dem too much y'all let me stay longer." The boy shrugged as if he thought nothing of admitting that he felt himself to be mere nuisance. Warren poured himself a generous cup of coffee and sat next to his small friend.
"Remy you're not bothering anyone, we all love having you here. All of us. I know Scott was mad but I bet he was madder at himself than at you." Remy glanced at him and shrugged his thin shoulders again.
"He, he did say dat." He admitted in a barely audible whisper. Warren ruffled the boy's hair.
"There you go! See? What are you getting worked up over then? I'll tell you what, Scott and Jean won't be up yet so why don't you head back to their house and we'll pretend this never happened. How's that sound to you champ?" Remy looked at him as if to ask if he really thought they wouldn't mind him being there, Warren nodded at the boy and laughed in surprise as he threw his arms around his neck. Remy pulled away quickly though and mumbled a quiet thanks before leaving by the kitchen back door.
He sat quietly in the living room of the boathouse waiting for its occupants to rise. He would have turned on the TV like Jean had said he could if he awoke before them but he couldn't remember how it worked. Fagin had a TV but he certainly wasn't allowed to touch it. There was a creak on the stairs and he kneeled up on the couch to look over the back of it. A rumpled looking Jean came down the stairs, she spotted him and came straight up to him smiling. She kissed him on the head and asked what he wanted for breakfast. He shrugged and she stroked his hair back from his face before leading him to the table. He was soon supplied with toast and cereal and Remy found himself wondering what he had been worrying about. Scott came into the room and patted his back as he passed on his way to great jean and steal some of the bacon she was frying out of the pan. Remy felt his earlier tension begin to well up again as Scott took his seat at the table but the man merely smiled and winked at him before snatching a piece of his toast.
After breakfast Scott told Remy that he and Jean had to go up to the main house to talk with the other adults about some business and that he would be terribly bored if he came so he should play outside for a while. Jean bundled him in his coat, hat and scarf making sure his mittens were securely fastened to his coat before challenging him to make a snowman version of Logan, and she said she would bring out a carrot for his cigar.
Remy was collecting more snow for Logan's head when rogue dropped out of his pocket. When he straightened after bending to pick him up he saw there was someone watching him from outside the gates. It was a large man with a shaggy blonde mane of hair. When he called out to him his accent sounded familiar. "Hey kid, you're Remy right?" he nodded cautiously and the man smiled. "Oh, that's great kid; Logan's told me all about ya. He's my brother y'know, he mentioned me?" Remy shook his head but now he looked at the man he could see a definite resemblance between him and Logan apart from height and colouring that is. He came a little closer to the man as he continued to talk. "Oh, well ain't that nice. But, that's kid brothers for you I guess. Remy can you do me a favour and open the gate? I forgot my key and I'm late for meeting the runt." Remy laughed at that, the man seemed ok and if he was close enough to joke about him he must be his brother, why would he lie? He must be part of the adult conversation that the others were having and Logan would be annoyed if he was late. The shaggy man nodded and smiled again as Remy came closer and opened the gate.
The last thing the boy remembered was opening the gate, being pulled through it, his scarf being pulled away and sharp scratch on his neck before everything went black.