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A happy family reunion

Kill. That's what he'll do to the bastards.

He paced like a lion in a cage, eyes blazing.

They had managed to get Lydia out of the hospital and into Hank's med lab, where she was still sleeping, streaks of dried tears on her cheeks.

His jaw clenched so much it hurt.

He looked at his right, where Jean was staring at her daughter, clear eyes now dry, now that they knew Lydia was going to be okay. Scott was standing behind her, a look of taste for murder on his face as well. This had to be the first time Remy would see him loose his temper, and it was scary.

At his left sat Rogue and Josée, in each other's arms. Treasures to him. His girls.

But his son… It was something else. His heart pounded a little harder in his chest, and he resisted the envy of slamming his fist in the nearby wall. He snorted, thinking he probably would have done it, sixteen years before. Being a father changed a lot of things.

But they had taken his son away.

All patience left his body, and he felt his inner self fill with pure white hate. He drew his fist quickly back, and brutaly slammed it in the wall. It landed with a loud crash and everybody started in the room, but nobody said anything. Rogue's head dropped down as she stared at the floor, not looking at him, and he pulled his bloody hand back from the newly done hole in the gyps wall, craddling it against his chest.

He didn't think he'd ever been so angry in his life.

***

His jaw fell open and stayed that way for a few moment, before he got his senses back, and his eyes blazed, the green depths showing golden gleams. Antoine dropped his hand down, and his smile faded, turning into a sorry expression.

"You're the bastard who left my sister!" The sorry expression faded as well, turning into fury. Antoine rose to his feet towering over Louis.

"Left her? I never would have done that if I had the choice! He" he gestured to the door through which Sinister had gone "had already made me sign. I couldn't leave before I got rid of my contract with him. But I would have come!" His voice broke and he let himself fall back on the chair, blazing purple eyes staring at Louis. "She didn't give me time to explain."

As much as Louis wanted to hate him, he couldn't. As much as he wanted to be the almighty protective brother right now, he had sympathy for the dark fellow on the other side of the room.

"Yeah, she does that sometimes. Dad says 'she got dat fr'y'mom.'" Antoine had a small laugh.

"What was that power you had on the street?"

"Charging powers. Kinda like our dad, except that we can do it on living things, by touching, and that we can't control that particular side of this marvelous power" he answered coldly. Antoine's face went blank.

"We?" Louis looked up at him.

"Yeah, we. Me and Josée."

"Oh." Louis stayed silent a long moment.

"What is he going to do with me?" Antoine shrugged, and shook his head. "You can't let me go, can you."

"If I could, knowing who you are… You'd me miles from here." He pointed at Louis wrists, which were bounded by invisible bounds, as were his ankles. "I can't untie your bounds, and the chair is stuck to the floor as well." He truly looked sorry, but nodded. "He won't kill you, he wouldn't bother letting you live now."

"That's reassuring."

"Yeah, well, that still doesn't tell me what's he got to do with you."

"He said he would see if Josée's eyes are the same as mine. You think she's after her as well?" He wasn't really worried, he knew Josée would be safe with the X-Men. They would be on their gard. He just hoped Lydia was alright. Antoine's head snapped up, though, and he got on his feet.

"Sinister's never after someone for no good reason. Do you or Josée have some particular power? A power that could be interesting for a man who wants to destroy everything?" Louis gulped.

"Well, yeah. But we have to be together."

"Merde." Though the word wasn't meant to do so, the French reassured Louis.

"My parents aren't going to let Sinister get Josée. And… and they'll get me out of here. Some way."

"I doubt they find you easily, we're a little bit far from New York."

"Where are we?"

"Antartica."

"Antartica? It must be freezing cold out there!"

"Bah. I'm used to it now." Antoine got up and took his leather coat on the floor, and put it on.

"Where are you going?" He looked up to Louis, and made a small smile.

"I have to warn them in some way. And there's a friend of mine I'd like to see again."

***

She couldn't sleep. She had talked to a worried Lilianne on the phone and gotten to bed early, but was unable to drift into pointless dreams. She was worried.

Worried for Louis, worried that they would hurt him. But in some way, she knew he was okay for now. If he was hurt or dead, she'd know it. She'd feel it, she knew.

She was worried for Antoine. No one knew where he was. He gave no news to his family, and they now were dreading the worse. Would he ever come back?

She turned in her bed again to meet Lydia's eyes, and screamed. Lydia promptly reached out to put her hand on her mouth, and put a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. "You're gonna wake everyone!"

"What are you doing here! You should be in the med lab!" Lydia pouted.

"I'm feeling okay, I was just knocked down… I wanted to see if you were okay."

"Me?" Josée wanted to laugh. "Sure, I'm okay! Come in." She drew back the blankets and Lydia climbed in the bed, awkwardly settling next to her.

"I hope Louis is okay."

"He is. I'd feel it if they'd hurt him."

"Not if he's too far from you, you wouldn't."

"He can't be very far. It happened not 24 hours ago." Lydia barely nodded, and sighed. Josée closed her eyes, and let herself soothed by Lydia's breathing as she too fell to sleep.

She woke up in the middle of the night, hearing a little tapping sound coming from the window. Frowning, she walked to the window and drew appart the dark curtains. She gasped, and put her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my God, Antoine!" she whispered, and hastily opened the window. He slid in the room and turned to her with a smile.

"I missed you, Jo."

She couldn't talk, but she threw her arms around his neck and squeezed, carefuly not touching his skin, as his arms went around her waist, holding tight. Then she froze, and pushed him away.

"What the hell are you doing here? Where were you? Everyone is dead worried for you!" His smile faded, and he opened his mouth to answer, but was cut short by a startled gasp coming from the bed, followed by a scream as he turned towards Lydia and she recognized him as one of her attackers.

"Oh my God, it's you! Uncle Remy! HELP!" she yelled. Josée watched her in bewilderment.

"Lydia? What's wrong? It's…"

"UNCLE REMY!" They could now hear footsteps and voices from the other side of the house, and Antoine flinched uncomfortably. This was bad. But he would give explanation, and…

"Please, girl, I'm not here to hurt anyon…"

The door slammed open to reveal a very unhappy Remy, eyes blazing like fire. Antoine took a step back, bracing himself. Would he have time for explanation?

To be continued!