Okay, I know I have a lot of things on the go at the moment, but this has been in my head for a while.

Basically, it's an X-Men AU where Cherik is canon. They have Pietro, Wanda and David as children. Raven and Azazel are together with Rogue (adopted) and Kurt as their children.

Kurt and David are the same age, along with Remy/Gambit….I'll let the story tell the rest.

Please read and review.

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David quickly got to his feet, "Dad I can explain!"

"Please do…" Charles wheeled himself closer, "…please explain how I came in this morning, because I couldn't feel my son's mind anywhere in the building, only to find an empty bed….and then the empty bed of his cousin as well. Please explain how Logan smelt Kurt's distinctive teleportation scent just outside of the property and rushed up in concern, especially as he suspected Sabretooth was nearby."

David rolled his eyes at his cousin, "Logan and his damn nose…." He muttered.

As if he didn't hear it, Charles continued. "Please explain how, whilst I'm worrying in my nephew's room, low and behold, Kurt arrives only to help an unknown teen and then my son into the room…only for the pair to try and conjure up a plan to try and fool their parents. Well?"

Kurt and David glanced at each other, before David sighed and gestured to Remy (who was glancing between the two). "He's…the source of the voice."

This caused Charles's eyes to widen in shock, "The voice?!"

Remy seemed to agree with this, "De voice? What voice?"

David sighed, "I've been hearing your voice in my mind for around a year now…but every time I went to investigate, you were gone. Tonight, I heard you again and I wasn't going to let you disappear again!" He glanced at his Dad, "So I woke Kurt up and forced him to take me to where the voice was….Dad, it was a Sinister lab, I wasn't going to leave Remy there!"

"A Sinister lab?!" Charles rolled forwards, and gently encouraged David to turn his head from side to side, examining for injuries, "Are you boys alright?"

Kurt nodded, "Ja Uncle Charles, ve're fine….but Remy here needs help."

Charles glanced down at the young man, before sighing and nodding. "Alright….but I and your Vati are going to have serious words with you David. And don't think I won't be informing Raven and Azazel about this Kurt. You both did something very wrong…despite it being for the right reason."

David and Kurt sheepishly nodded, their heads bowed until Charles waved them closer. "I'm glad you're both alright…" he whispered, "….but please don't do it again. I don't think my heart could stand it."

"Okay Dad." "Ja Uncle Charles"

"Good boys…" Charles turned his attention to Remy (who was watching the scene wistfully) and wheeled himself forwards, holding out his hand for the teen to shake. "Professor Charles Xavier at your service, and welcome to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters."

Remy seemed to be still in shock, but accepted the handshake and attempted to smile up at the older man (who seemed rather intrigued with his eyes). "De pleasure is all Remy's Monsieur Xavier."

Charles nodded, holding two fingers to his head. "I'll just get our resident healer to take you to the infirmary…" he muttered, trying to smile reassuringly as Remy's face grew paler, "….no need to worry Remy. Hank is a big teddy bear really, and would never do anything to hurt you."

Chuckling David nodded as he went to sit by his new friend, "Yeah, Hank is a big teddy….a big, blue teddy bear."

Seemingly reassured by David, and then Kurt's presence, Remy settled down until a large, blue man entered the room.

"I believe I have a patient?" questioned the man, turning to face Remy….who fainted.

David glanced at the head which was now resting on his shoulder, before glancing up at Hank McCoy, aka Beast. "You sure have a way with people…" he sighed.

Hank simply shrugged, "I am growing quite used to that reaction. I'll chalk it up to the poor boy being tired and injured." Bending down, he lifted Remy into his arms and began to stride towards the infirmary. David and Kurt went to follow him, but soon found themselves on the wrong end of Charles Xavier's glare.

"You boys are going to stay here." Ordered Charles, "You don't think I've forgotten about our little chat have you?"

The two boys winced. This was not going to be fun.

…2 weeks later….

Remy smiled up at Hank. After two weeks of being cared for by and talking to the Doctor, Remy was more than used to his strange look. "Bonjour Monsieur McCoy…" he greeted, pushing himself up into a seated position.

Hank beamed at the young man. It had been rough beginning, with Remy putting up a fight every step of the way. Clearly his time with Sinister had had a negative effect on him, and the many injuries that Hank recorded down were evidence of this.

He had recently had surgery near his spine and the majority of the young man's chest seemed to be made of scar tissue. Remy was suffering from a severe case of malnutrition….and there were signs of assault, although Hank didn't focus too heavily on that.

Not when Remy looked as though he was going to have a panic attack at the mere mention of the injuries.

The good news was that Sinister didn't appear to have hidden any surprises in the poor boy.

However, after a while, Remy had grown used to the Doctor' presence

"Good morning Remy. How are you feeling this morning?"

Remy held out his arms in front of him, "Remy's hands ain't even shaking Doc."

"Excellent. Well, I'll just have another look over you and then you should be free to-"

Suddenly, the door to the infirmary burst open and two familiar figures ran in. "Can he go yet Hank?!" asked David, practically jumping up and down in excitement, "Huh? Can he?!"

Hank frowned at the pair, but before he could reply, the pair got on their knees, clasped their hands and widened their eyes…the perfect puppy dog looks.

"Please!" "Please!" they both begged.

On the bed, Remy began to chuckle. Despite his initial shyness regarding his two saviours, they had visited him several times over the last two weeks, and Remy had gradually got used to their presence. "Oui, s'il vous plait Doctor?"

Hank glanced between the pair and Remy, before throwing his hands in the air. "Fine, fine, just let me check Remy one more time and then I'll leave him in your capable hands, alright?"

David and Kurt nodded eagerly, backing out of the door as Hank shooed them away.

Barely half an hour later, they were allowed back in. David reached into a plastic carrier bag and pulled out an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt, "Here!" he gave Remy the clothes, "I know these may not be the most fashionable items ever, but until I can convince Dad to lend me his credit card, then you'll be stuck with hand-me-downs for a while."

Remy shrugged, moving to pull the curtains around the bed. "After a year in medical gowns, and hospital clothes, dese will be like pure silk!"

After getting changed, Remy was practically dragged out by the pair.

"Okay…" exclaimed David, "…time for the grand tour!"

He strode away, leaving his cousin and Remy behind. Kurt turned to Remy and rolled his eyes, silently gesturing for the Cajun teen to follow them.

"So how are ve doing zis?" Kurt asked David, "North to Vest? Or South to East?"

"…How about South to West? Let's spice things up a bit!"

"Vhatever."

Remy grinned, used to the banter between the two, glancing around at the stark white walls and numerous corridors that seemed to lead everywhere. "What is dis place?"

David span around and grinned, "This is the South Wing of the school….despite it being underneath the school itself."

"Ja, it's only called the South ving because ve already have a North, Vest and East ving."

"Sounds...confusing."

"Oh it is…." David nodded in agreement, "…this entire wing was built for the X-Men….with the exception of the bunker."

"X-Men?"

"Yep! A team of superheroes devoted to helping mutant-kind!"

Remy raised an eyebrow as David ran forwards and turned left towards a couple of large doors. "You scoff…" chuckled David, "….but we have our own jet!"

"Your own-"

Stopping in his tracks, Remy's eyes widened in amazement. Right there in front of him, was a beautiful, sleek, black aircraft. "Mon Dieu…." He muttered, glancing around, "…how does it actually leave?"

David and Kurt smirked at each other before pointing up to the ceiling. "That's the basketball court." Began David, "It opens up and up they go!"

"How very…Thunderbirds?"

Kurt nodded, "Uncle Charles calls it retro…" he glanced around nervously, "….let's go, before Scott catches us."

David nodded in agreement, quickly ushering the other two out and closing the door.

"Scott? Remy remembers you mentioning him when you saved him…"

As they strode down the corridor, David rolled his eyes. "Scott Summers, aka Cyclops. He shots red energy beams from his eyes. Leader of the X-Men and general goody-two shoes…he likes to pretend he can boss us all about."

"He sounds….charming non?"

"That's one way of looking at it."

They passed a turn for another corridor, which ended with another set of largish doors. "What's down dere?" asked Remy.

"Cerebo…less said about that, the better."

Without waiting for an answer, David continued down the corridor. Eventually they were face to face with another set of doors. Pointing to the left, David continued the tour. "That's where all the X-Men uniforms are…" pointing to the right, "….and that's the entrance into the Danger room."

"De Danger room?!" Remy took a step back, "Remy t'ought you said dis was a school?!"

Kurt gently took a hold of the Cajun teen's hand and pulled him closer, "It is. Zis is ze room vhere the X-Men train. It's only called ze Danger room because Uncle Charles vanted to varn people against using it as a playroom."

Remy didn't seem convinced, but allowed himself to be pulled through the doors in front of him. In the small room, was a line of consoles and a large, observation window. David gestured towards the window, "Every session is carefully monitored in case of injury. If someone gets hurt, a quick press of a button will stop the entire room."

He waved Remy closer and pointed out the window. Upon glancing out, Remy was amazed to see a forest in the room, complete with realistic looking grass and birds in the trees. David grinned at the amazed look on Remy's face, "Yeah, cool isn't it? A life-like projection using robots and carefully placed lights makes training really interactive-"

He stopped when there was a crashing sound and a large robot came crashing through the trees, only to be beheaded by a blurred figure. "What is dat?!" exclaimed Remy.

"You ever heard of sentinels?"

Remy nodded, "Yeah, dey were on TV about four years ago. Some kind of defence against mutants?" He paused in thought, "Remy remembers Papa wasn't very happy wit' dem…and den that man tried to kill de president!"

David and Kurt winced, but Remy continued. "Remy t'inks he would have done it as well if it hadn't been for that kid."

"Yeah, well ze Danger room can create zem…" Kurt exclaimed, turning the attention away from the TV event, "…Wolverine's in zere right now."

"Wolverine?"

Suddenly, a figure leapt up into the trees and Remy couldn't help but stare. The man was shortish, but muscular, with three metallic claws on each hand. The man, or Wolverine, turned to the observation window and smirked, before leaping at another sentinel.

"D-dat's Wolverine?"

David nodded, "Yep. Also known as Logan…not someone you want to piss off, trust me!"

"Yeah…" giggled Kurt, "…David knows zis by experience."

Remy couldn't take his eyes off the scene, until David tugged on his hand. "Come on, let's go upstairs!"

Despite wanting to stay, Remy followed the pair into a lift and up to the main hall, where several students were walking around. "Okay…" began David, "…this is the East Wing. This is where all the lessons are held, including maths, English, foreign languages and other things."

Remy darted to the side as a small group of children ran past, "Are de students all dis young?"

"No. When you reach the age of eleven and you think you have control over your abilities, you can choose to go to the local middle school. If not, you can wait until you're fourteen and go to the local high school."

Kurt nodded as they headed to the top floor and across to the North Wing, "Ja. Most people choose to go to ze local middle school. It's very rare someone stays behind and continues to learn here."

"But what about you?" asked Remy, "Do you-"

"-Go to the school? Ja!" Kurt stopped and twisted something on his watch. His figure blurred before stopping a revealing a young man, with blue eyes and black hair, Kurt's usual blue highlights clear in the messy mop, "Wrap ze tail around ze vaist and no-one is ze wiser!"

Remy simply stared at him, his hand reaching out and brushing against Kurt's arm. "You're…furry?"

"Ja. I don't tend to let anyone touch me at school. Even the vatch doesn't help with zat!" He twisted the watch again, blurring for a moment before settling on his original form.

"Dat's…amazin'…although Remy t'inks he prefers dis form."

Kurt flushed indigo and shuffled uncomfortably. Knowing that his cousin was so un-used to complimented, David coughed to get their attention and gestured towards the rooms they were coming up on. "This is the North Wing. It's basically where you can find the recreation rooms, libraries…stuff like that."

"Pool?"

"Oh yeah….you any good at pool?"

Remy preened slightly, "Oui! Papa-"He stopped, suddenly feeling down.

David and Kurt glanced at each other, before David quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, there's not much point in-"

"David! Kurt!"

The pair in question span around. Walking up to them, were three teenage girls. One had snow white hair, styled in a Mohawk, another was of Asian origin, with bright coloured clothes and a beaming grin. The last girl was dressed in a typical girly-girl way, ponytail bobbing as she ran up to them.

"We haven't seen you guys all week!" She pulled Kurt into a hug, "Bobby kept saying that you were dead or something!"

David accepted a hug off of Jubilee and rolled his eyes, "Bobby talks out of his arse…we were just grounded."

"For what?!"

David gestured at Remy, who had pressed himself back against the wall, "Saving him. Girls, meet Remy. Remy, this is Kitty…" pointing to the girl who had spoken, "…Jubilee…" the girl with the bright yellow jacket, "….and Ororo" the girl with white hair.

Now that the shock had passed, Remy pushed himself away from the wall and bowed, taking each girls hands in his own one by one, and gently kissing the back of them. "Bonjour chéries"

Kitty was clearly instantly charmed, and even Jubilee cracked a smile at the flirtatious teen. Ororo however, simply narrowed her eyes at the Cajun, deep in thought.

Before she could say anything, David interrupted. "Sorry to kiss and run guys, but we're giving Remy the grand tour. Maybe we can all meet up tomorrow?"

The girls agreed, moving to one side as Kurt and David pulled Remy away. "Well, dey seemed nice…" chuckled Remy.

"Yeah. Although, I should warn you that Kitty is dating a huge Russian guy….not someone you to mess with. And Ororo didn't seem to like you?"

Remy shrugged, "Remy don' t'ink it was dat…Remy sure he recognise her from somewhere. What about Jubilee?"

"Jubilee's not one for dating."

David's answer seemed very abrupt, causing Remy to turn to Kurt in alarm. However, Kurt simply shrugged and rolled his eyes, smiling in a significant way. Finally, Remy nodded in understanding and chuckled, "Don' worry mon ami, Jubilee ain' really Remy's type."

"What makes you think I was worried about that?"

Holding up his hands in mock surrender, Remy grinned, "Nothin' homme, nothin' at all."

As they followed David towards the East wing, Kurt and Remy grinned at each other, with Kurt humming the 'kissing in a tree' tune under his breath. David either didn't hear them, or chose to ignore them as he span around.

"Alright." He gestured to a corridor going left, "….the girls all have their rooms down there. Boys aren't forbidden or anything, it's just easier bathroom wise." He then turned to the right, "Boys are this way."

"What about dis central corridor?"

"That leads to the staff bedrooms."

The trio headed to the right and strode down the corridor. Remy glanced from side to side in amazement. Many other residents up the corridor had their doors open, filling the corridor with loud, different genres of music. One young man was chatting eagerly to a girl with a white streak in her hair, causing Kurt to roll his eyes.

"Get avay from my sister Bobby!" he exclaimed jokingly.

Before the boy could answer, the girl turned to the door and stormed over. "If Mum and Dad hear about this-"

Kurt held up his arms in surrender, quickly backing away. "I know! I know! I'll be ze pink devil instead!"

"Precisely"

The girl scanned Remy up and down, before smirking in approval and slamming the door shut.

Quickly, the group moved away and Kurt sighed in relief, turning to Remy and grinning. "My sister, Rogue. We can't push it too far with her…she's deadly serious with her threats sometimes."

David nodded in agreement, but before he could say anything, there was a gust of wind and David was suddenly topless. "PIETRO!" he shrieked.

There was another gust of wind and David was re-dressed…in a crop top. Before he could yell again, another girl came out of a room, clutching the t-shirt that David was wearing. "Pietro!" she groaned, "This isn't funny!"

"I beg to differ sis…"

Remy span around to see a white-haired boy at the end of the corridor, who was grinning at the group, "…this is great fun."

David glared at the young man and raised his hand. With a shocked yelp, the young man was lifted into the air, his arms pin wheeling around as he tried to steady himself. "Come on Davy! It was only a joke."

"I know…" chuckled David, "…and that's why I'm laughing."

"Davy!"

"Are you going to give me back my t-shirt?"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

Remy chuckled as the young man, who he assumed to be Pietro, was lowered to the ground. As soon as his feet touched the ground, there was another gust of wind and David's own t-shirt was back on him.

The girl nodded in approval, smirking at the three teens. "We went out for coffee this morning….never again!"

She slammed the door shut and there was the sound of raised voices from within the room, causing Remy to glance at the other two. "Wanda and Pietro I assume?"

"How did you guess?" chuckled David, straightening out his shirt as they continued on down the corridor. "Alright…" he gestured at two doors that were next to each other, "…these are mine and Kurt's room."

He then moved onto a door next to those two and grinned at Remy, "And this is your room."

Waving his hand, the door flew open to reveal a largish room, with a double bed. "I know it's a little bare…" continued David, as Remy span around to take everything in, "…but hopefully, if we have enough pocket money saved up, we should be able to afford you some new stuff. Clothes and such things."

He paused in thought, muttering to himself. "Mind you, if I ask Vati really nicely, maybe he'll lend us his card."

Remy tuned him out, staring at a picture that was hung up on the wall. "I-is dat….N'awlins?"

"Ja…" Kurt moved to stand beside him, "…ve recognised ze accent, so ve printed off a photo of it. V-ve hoped zat it vould help you feel more at home."

There was only silence (aside from David's muttering) as Remy moved closer to the picture, his eyes firmly focused on it. "I-it's perfect."

Nodding in understanding, Kurt used his tail to tap his cousin on the shoulder, dragging him out of his internal conversation. "David?"

David shook his head to draw and refocus on the rest of the people in the room. "Hmmmmm? Oh yeah! Right, I'm going to go talk to my parents and see if I can live up to the rich kid stereotype by borrowing their credit cards. And then, we'll try and make this place less like a hotel room. I'm thinking red curtains, maybe red sheets as well? Is that too much red? I've never really been one for interior design, I-"

Remy glanced over at Kurt, who grinned. "Just let me grab the back of his shirt and we'll get going."

Chuckling, Kurt used his tail to hook the back of David's shirt, pulling him out of the room and down the corridor….David just kept talking.

"If he always like this?"

"Yep. You get used to it."