Note : Okay, I know this one is short. Don't worry, the next chapter is already almost finished, just let me a few hours to finish it up and find my mistakes, and check my grammar… And I promise it'll be longer!!

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Chapter 19

Men talk

He knocked on the closed door, and waited.

"Come in, Remy."

He slowly opened the door without a sound and came into the study again. The Professor lifted his head from the book he was reading, and motionned to an arm-chair again. Remy sighted and sat. He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and looking at Xavier. "I'm sorry I yelled at y'. Didn't mean to look mad… but…" Xavier raised a hand and gently smiled.

"I think I can understand that, Remy. I would have been surprised if you hadn't reacted like you did."

"I don't have any birth certificate." Remy said abruptly. Xavier kept silent, watching him. Remy just stared at his hands. "I can't believe dis is happening… and I can't change it, but I don't want it. Dat's what's makin'me mad." Xavier sighted and hovered next to the chair. He put a hand on Remy's shoulder so he looked up at him.

"Remy… You have incredible powers already, and you aren't even at your full force. What you could do with these powers in full force, what could happen if you weren't on our side… is frightening. If you are the baby you both saw in the past, then I'm afraid you were… changed, transformed for a reason."

"He told Rogue he wanted his son to be a winner, powerful… undestructible. Xav, I'm not undestructible… far from it."

"Like I said, we don't know the extent of your powers. For Essex to have wanted this for is son… I'm afraid he won't be letting you wander around very long. You were meant for a reason, and I think he'll be coming back for you, one day or another."

Remy's face went blank. He hadn't thought of it this way… but it made sense. To work years to create a powerful mutant, and to let him work for the enemy… wasn't Essex's style. He draw his brows. "I'm not a kid, Xav. I can't jus'be… picked up after school. What's he gonna do? Kidnap me?" Xavier couldn't repress a wry smile.

"I'm afraid we'll know the day he tries. As far as we know, all we are talking about is nothing but hypothesis, and nothing could happen. You could have been born in a hospital in New Orleans in 1965, Remy. We can only try to proove that you were born that date, but I'm afraid we'll never be able to proove that you were not. Research in the birth records can tell a lot, and it can tell nothing."

"Are we keeping dis a secret?"

"Until we find something, I suggest it stays between you, Rogue and me. But it is your decision, Remy. I wont stop you from telling someone you trust." Remy silently nodded, and rose.

"Thank you, Professor." Xavier nodded him, and he left the room.

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He went ouside and strolled in the small park behind the mansion. He was wearing a little more clothing this time. The temperature was still going down, even with the sun shinning down, making the snow a blinding white, and it must have been at least minus 30 celcius out there, and the wind was blowing quite hard. He pulled up his scarf, and head for the shelter of the trees. He suddently stopped dead, hearing a sound. He turned back and leaned down on a small leafless bush, listening. There it was. He lifted the branches and smiled.

"What are'y doin' dere! Poor baby, come here."

He took off one of his gloves with his teeth and held out his hand. The tiny kitten streched his neck as far as he could without moving the rest of his body, sniffed the unknown fingers, and licked them. Finding no milk, it looked at Remy's face and howled with hunger. Remy gently pet the shaking frozen kitten between the tiny ears and slowly picked it up. Feeling no fangs entering his flesh, he smiled and put the purring thing into his coat, and head back to the mansion.

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The little cat was purring with exctasy, sneezing occasionaly as warm milk entered its nose when it pushed its head too far in the bowl. Remy leaned on the counter on his elbows, smiling. He had never had cats, but he had to say this one was hearthbreaking. The little thing had a black back and tail, and a white tummy, white paws and face, with a small black patch on its nose and on its chest, like a small bib. The kitten raised his head and looked up at Remy, black on blue eyes staring at red on black ones. The thing couldn't be more than a few weeks old, he thought, it was smaller than the palm of his hand and couldn't weight more than half a pound. It had big black ears pointing up and its paws looked huge compared to the rest of the tiny body.

Ororo came into the kitchen, and froze seeing the cat. Then she smiled, and walked to the counter were the cat was now rubbing against Remy's arms.

"Where did you find that little darling?"

"Outside, under a bush. De thing was freezin' and I don't think it has eatin' in a long time."

"Ooooh, poor thing!" She held out a hand and gently pet the cat's head. Despite the delicateness of the caress, the tiny head bobbed up and down under the hand pressure, but the cat closed his eyes and rubbed his golf ball sized head against Ororo's hand. "It's so cute, Remy. We've never had any animals here… I wonder why."

"I think it's 'cause we're a lot here… pets are supposed to keep company, but we're a many in the mansion. Never boring."

"Are you going to keep it?" Remy looked at the cat that was now heading for his shirt, clearly intending to climb it. Remy grimaced as the tiny claws nailed in his skin, and picked it up by the scruff, looking in the half closed eyes of the never stopping burring machine. It curled into a ball and Remy put it into the crook of his arms, petting the small black back.

"I can hardly leave it to die in the cold." Ororo smiled.

"Great. Logan's going to love it, I'm sure" she said ironically. Remy laughed. War was to come between the cat and the dog.

To be continued…