Author's Note: This is an AU fic, meaning it will be different from what's going happening on the TV show.  This is rated PG-13 for cursing.  I suck at writing accents, so if I end up screwing them up, don't be surprised.   

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, I do not own X-Men Evolution.  This goes for all the chapters. 

"words": speech

words: thoughts 

How Strange

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Remy Lebeau slouched in his seat.  He was growing incredibly weary of the plane ride, having ridden back and forth from New York and his home state of Louisiana for the past couple days.  His head jolted up as he heard a creak coming from the cockpit.  Out came a thin, bald man in a wheelchair.  Charles Xavier, the man who had persuaded his father to allow his son to attend his school.  Some freak school, he thought to himself bitterly.  So maybe he was semi talented, did it mean he had to go to a school especially for that? 

"Just to let you know," Xavier began, interrupting his daydream, "we'll be arriving in about an hour."  Noting the exhausted look on the young man's face, he added, "Rest up.  Flying has taken its toll on you."  With that said, he wheeled away. 

Great, another hour.  He began to think back to the day when he had been informed about that "school"…

It had just been an ordinary day, ripping money off tourists, hanging out with his friends…the usual.  In fact, life was great down at the bayou.  However, all of that changed when the dude in the wheelchair came. 

He started yapping about this great school he had, a school for the "gifted" he called it.  Remy knew that his father was skeptical about it, even suspicious.  He said he saw great potential in Remy, coming from a line of master thieves.  He had created that institute to let people like him grow up without ridicule from others or pressure from parents, to let them have an as normal life as possible.  He explained that the teachers there were some of the best in their league, ranging from big business entrepreneurs, to karate masters.  There was also a wide array of students.  Some were child prodigies, computer geniuses, and world class writers, to name a few.  While being told this, all he could think of was, what the hell? 

He didn't need a school, not that he completely adamant against it, after all, he didn't have a problem with trying new things or meeting new people.  It was just that he already had a normal life, he had already friends, he already had family who supported him.  Why should he go to a school that offered what he already had?  But he could already see his father contemplating the idea.  He already had the feeling he was going to send him there since he was falling behind in his studies.

Why do I need to go to school when I know I'm just going to be thieving for the rest of my life?  Don't know why my pa's been getting on my case.  But he could see it all in his eyes, the handshake, the visits to the school, the final confirmation, and the signing of sheets.  He didn't really understand why his father was even sending him there.  Sure, he suspected he was sending him there because of his grades, but Jean-Luc wasn't telling him anything.

And to think my pa wanted to keep me here.  Either that Professor Xavier is some talker or something's up.  But he knew better than to question his father's antics. 

In a week, he was already packed up with everything ready to go.  And today, today was the day he left his old life…

Remy felt that the plane veering slightly left, losing altitude at the same time.  He quickly buckled his seat belt and peered out the window.  The small city of Bayville was in view, getting closer and closer as they dropped lower and lower.  The buildings and landscape began to grow bigger, inch by inch.  Finally, there was a thud and the sound of screeching tires, causing the private jet to bounce up and down before coming to a complete stop. 

It was unusually dark, but when he got off, he knew why.  They were in some sort of underground landing strip.  He vaguely remembered Xavier talking about it on the way over.  Dragging the bags full of his belongings, he made his way down the flight of stairs from the plane to the ground.  "Well Remy," the professor spoke for the first time after their arrival, "I'd like to welcome you to Xavier's School for the Gifted and Talented."         

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Do you guys think I should continue?  Tell me what you think.  Also, would anyone mind telling me what Rahne's accent is supposed to sound like?