Disclaimer: see prologue
"I feel responsible for Remy's abandonment. I should have been there, not on vacation. It's like I let him down- I couldn't protect him from the others. They've always been wary of him no matter how many times he put it on the line for the rest of us. I bet, no, I know Warren and Scott were all too happy to go along with that bitch and leave him there. But he's more than a teammate, so much more, at least to me! My family had business with the Thieves Guild, which is how I met Remy. I remember the first time I met him. It was before my 12th birthday. Jean-Luc told him to be nice so he took me shopping for a gift and I was the biggest brat."
"Vait, you vere a brat?"
"Oh you got jokes elf! Stop interrupting!"
"In the time we were out, I managed to us kicked out of several stores and piss-off his then girlfriend. Remy finally snapped and I played my part of the injured little girl-man I should've won an Oscar for that performance. Henri later told me Rem caught hell from Tante Mattie. Up until I was 16 we were like oil and vinegar. I was in New Orleans again, this time with my grandmother. It was important to her that I participate in a Mardi Gras cotillion. So there I was in this frou-frou white pageant gown, going through awkward teenage mutant puberty and I overheard Marcel and her beautiful debutante clique saying how unfit I was to be a deb. They said my family's money wasn't clean and my mother was my uncle's whore and my daddy got stuck with sloppy seconds. I was torn between crying right there in my hiding spot or ripping Marcel's face to shreds, and out of nowhere came Remy. I'll never forget how he looked or what he said; his eyes were glowing red and in the coldest most menacing voice I've ever heard him use, he said 'Never insult her again. Marcel you will always be a sloppy second compared to dat fille.' After that he was my escort for the entire ball. We never spoke of that night and we still fought, but it was as brother and sister, not enemies. I could imagine how he felt-alone, afraid, cold. You know that damn Cajun has a fit if the temperature drops below 75F."
Kurt chuckled in agreement.
"I don't know what to do. If Rem can't stay here neither can I. Even if everyone in the med-lab can forgive me... I don't know what to do Kurt." Sasha finally stopped pacing the roof and settled against Kurt's shoulder, letting her tears be absorbed by his soft, indigo fur.
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