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Chapter 4

7:30 AM Remy's Room

/I'm late!/ Remy jumped out of bed, grabbed a towel, and ran to the bathroom in his boxers.

"Bonjour." He ran passed a group of girls, smirking at their shocked faces, and went into the bathroom. Taking care of the necessities first he stripped off his one garment and entered the shower. While inside he turned on the water and nearly fell out from how cold it was. When he was done he quickly toweled off, put on different boxers, and ran back to his room.

Nobody was around that time and he checked the clock. 8:00 /DAMN!/ Pulling out a suitcase from beneath his bed he put on the clothes inside of it as well as the watch, clicking a button before strapping it on. Taking one last look in the mirror he raced down the hallway and jumped from the second story staircase. Landing on his feet he ran to the garage, sat on his black motorcycle, and rode out.

8:29 AM First Class

A black haired guy entered the room just as the bell rang.

"I see that you made it just on time, Devlin. One of these days your going to be late." The stern-faced teacher motioned for him to take a seat in the front. Pretending that he didn't notice he sat in the back with a bunch of other guys. The students smiled at his actions as the teacher went on to teaching, ignoring the blatant act of disrespect for authority.

/This class is boring./ Laying his head on the desk Devlin decided on getting some sleep.

"Hey." Someone touched his shoulder trying to wake him. /I'm going to rip his hand off./ Lifting his head he glared at the stranger.

"My name's Mike your new around here right?"

"No, I've been here all my life. You didn't notice?" The words were said slowly and nobody could mistake the sarcasm behind the words.

"Whoa. I'm not trying to cause problems. I was just wondering if you were the guy who beat up Rick."

"Yeah. What about it?" His eyes narrowed making Mike shift in his seat.

"I just wanted to warn you that Rick was talking about how you cheated and that when he gets the chance he'll beat the crap out of you."

"Why are you telling me this?" Again he slowly said the words made Mike uncomfortable.

"The guy's a bastard and I just wanted to help you out." Devlin kept his face neutral. "But it looks like you don't need it right?"

Taking the silence as a yes Mike stood up straight in his desk and stared at the board pretending that he was paying attention. Devlin glanced at the clock and noticed that the class was almost over so he leaned back and waited for the bell to ring and he would have to go through another 5 hours of hell.

1:30 PM Next Class

/I feel like my pants are going to fall off!/ Heading down the hallway in his loose baggy pants he walked slowly and with a slight limp. /Now I know why all of the guys walk funny./

Looking down at his note, he checked the number of the room he was being transferred to. His English teacher said that he was too far advance to be in the class and wanted him to take a drama class instead. Knocking on the door a small, smiling woman opened the door.

"Hello! You must be Devlin." She ushered him into the room and his traveled around the room. He frowned noticing that Rick and Duncan were in his class. Rick would probably try to embarrass him and Duncan was the biggest mutant hater in the school. Even when there were no mutants around he would joke about them and tried to rile the others into making fights with every mutant on campus.

And since his group was the most influential in the school Devlin was stuck having to make friends with him.

"Class this is Devlin Tyler and he will be joining us for the remainder of the school year. Do you want to say anything about yourself?"

"No." The teacher tried again to get him to open up but he stayed quite. It was best he didn't talk too much otherwise his accent might come through. It took all of his willpower yesterday to not yell out merde when an idiot student dropped all of his 5 pound class books on his foot.

"Well since your reluctant to talk I'll just set you up with another quite student Maybe then you'll learn to talk if you want to get a good grade." The teacher turned away from him and called to a student at the back of the room. "Isn't that right Rogue?" /Rogue!/

"Yes Ms. Kaplan." The southern drawl was unmistakable to him and he tried to school his face into impassiveness as he sat down next to the southern belle.

"Alright class, today we will be doing partner work." She walked down the aisles and handed out a packet to everyone. When she was done she called out the names of the groups. "...and our last group will be Rogue and Devlin performing the scene on page 52. Now everyone spend part of this period getting to know your partner and the rest rehearsing. It's always best if you know a little about a person before you start working with them. So today and tomorrow will be the only times you can rehearse in class and by Friday next week you will present. Any questions?"
Nobody raised their hand so she let them start. As everyone went to sit next to their partner Devlin glanced at Rogue from the corner of his eye and caught her staring at him. Coughing slightly she started to talk.

"So...how do ya like Bayville?" She brushed her hand through her hair an obvious sign of nervousness.

"It's okay, I guess." He deepened his voice and tried his hardest to hold back his accent. "How long have you been going here?"

"A little before the new semester started." She raised her leg and draped it over the other causing her skirt to ride up. This caught his attention and he had to force himself to look her in the face. They both sat in silence for a while until Rogue asked if he wanted to practice.

Both read their scripts silently and then stood in the back of the room so they could rehearse. Before they could even start Duncan bumped into Rogue making her drop her script.

"Oh sorry." Rogue glared at the retreating form and bent over to pick up the paper. Devlin followed her descent with his eyes and from the angle she was posed at he had a good look at her cleavage. It was then he realized what the others in the room had a good look at.

"Whoa, nice ass!" Cat calls and whistles resounded in the room and it took all of his control not to ram his fist into every guys face. More comments were made before the teacher could quite them down. Opening up his powers he could feel Rogue's anger in waves and had to quickly close the channel before her emotions took over him.

"Don't pay attention to them." The words were low enough that only she could hear and he was happy to see her smile after he said it. "How about we meet after school and practice a bit. If your not busy."

"Sure. The Kennedy Park alright with ya?" He nodded his head and kept his mouth in a small smile instead of it's usual smirk. They practiced for the rest of the period not noticing the person sitting in the seat watching them.

2:30 PM The park

He drove his Dark Green Motorcycle to the park right after class ended. It was then that her realized that they didn't decide on where in the park they were going to meet. He spent a quarter of an hour looking for her but when there was no sign of Rogue he settled on the grass near a pond and started to do some of his work.

The professor didn't want someone else in the manor seeing him doing homework. So he told him to get it done before he came back. This meant he had to try to figure out trig ratios on his own or get help from a bunch of mutant haters. That was one of the things he hadn't got used to. Whenever he talked to them seem like normal decent people and for awhile he thinks that maybe it can work out between them. But as soon as a mutant comes along they are saying cruel and hateful words that make him believe that the only outcome is an all out war.

He was so into thoughts that he didn't notice the figure that came up behind him.

"Hey." Jumping up in shock his hands went automatically to his pocket where his cards were. "I'm sorry."

Rogue's eyes sparkled and the sides of her mouth were tilted up in a smile. He glared at her but that only made her smile more.

"Sorry Ah'm late but ah had detention." Rogue's scowled as

"What did you do?" She gave him a hard look like she was evaluation him.

"Ah hit the wall and it made a crack." There was obviously something more to it then that and he wanted to find out what it was.

"The wall did something to you?" He smiled at her glare, but instead of getting angry at him she blushed slightly and looked at the ground.

"No. Ah was in a fight with these guys and they pushed mah into it. Ah guessed it left a mark." She laughed to ease the tension.

"What happened to the guys?" He looked her in the eyes and she blurted out that they were scolded, but they didn't get a punishment past that.

"It's all 'cause Ah'm..." Her sentence trailed off at the end and she sat nervously on the ground avoiding his eyes.

"Because your a mutant." The words came out hard and she flinched moving away from him. "I have nothing against mutants."

"Really?" There was a look of total surprise on her face. If he was in her position he would have probably looked the same.

"Yeah. Your just different then us." The words calmed her down and she moved closer to him. /I feel sorta bad lying to her./ Taking this as an opportunity to get help on his work they decided to do their other homework first and then work on the scene.

5:00 PM Still at the Park

"It's gettin late." Rogue stood up and put the work in her backpack. "Maybe we could do this again tomorrow?"

"Sure." Standing up also he swung his backpack over his shoulder and followed her up the hill. They talked casually as they walked and when he reached the parking lot his bike was the only vehicle there. "Do you have a ride?"

"Yeah, my brother is gonna come pick mah up." She tapped her foot and looked around.

"You have a brother?" Devlin made sure he sounded surprised and she bought it.

"Yeah. He's sweet and all, but overprotective, esp. when Ah'm around this one guy." /One guy? Oh me. Hmm.../

"Do you like this guy?" He said the words quickly hoping it would shock her into saying the truth.

"A little. But he can get annoyin sometimes. Plus ah think he just likes my body and that's it." /I'm not annoying!/

"Maybe he thinks your annoying." Rogue just rolled her eyes at that remark and gave a small snort.

"He doesn't pay attention enough to what ah say ta find mah annoyin. All he does is check out my body, probably thinkin about some fantasies that ah really don't want ta know about, and tunes mah out." /That's true.../

"So why not do the same to him?" /She wont do it./

"Why not?" She shrugged. "It could either boost his confidence or make him feel uncomfortable."

"Right." He smiled thinking about how much fun he was going to have. Before he could comment further on the topic the sound of rustling leaves came from the side.

"That's probably my brother." There was a scowl on her face and she glared at the bush.

"Is something wrong?" Rogue looked like she was going to beat someone up and he was very thankful it wasn't him.

"My brother pulled a prank on the guy ah was talking about and ah haven't really talked ta him about it since it happened."

/Kurt's going to get his ass kicked by his sister./ Saying good bye he let her think that he was leaving on his bike before he snuck back to hear the conversation.

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"Mein Schwester, you said that ve vere just going to talk." Kurt backed up into a tree and jumped skillfully onto a branch.

"Oh we're gonna talk alright. Lets start with the fact that ya left Remy out there in the cold, and without him even wearin his trench coat!" Her anger flared up and Kurt jumped higher into the tree.

"It vasn't like I left him in Antarctica. It vas just a mile from the school!" Landing on the ground he decided to stand up to his sister's wrath.

"Yeah but ya nearly made him freeze ta death! Did ya see his hands? They were completely blue, and he couldn't even move them. And if he didn't have a good immune system he might have gotten the flu or worse!" With each point she made he jabbed her finger into Kurt's chest making him walk back. Finally he was pinned to another tree with a pissed off Rogue in front of him.

"Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but he vas coming on to you and the vay he stares at you. It's not right!"

"Ya mean like the way Bobby stares? Or Ray, or Sam, or Roberto, or even Scott sometimes?"

"Yeah, but they vould never try anything vith you!"

"What does that mean? Is it because they are afraid of my skin? That's why they wouldn't do anythin?"

"Yes! I mean NO. Remy vill actually try something with you!"

"Maybe that's what ah want." The words were low and her face was serious making Kurt wonder. "Maybe ah want someone ta care for mah that way. What gives ya the right ta keep that from mah?"

"He's not good enough for you! Logan could smell the beer and cigarettes. Even all the other voman he's been vith. You deserve someone better. He'll just end up leaving you heartbroken. That's the type of person he is. He'll never amount to anything."

"Why do ya think Remy is such a bad guy? So he had a bad past it doesn't matter now. Didn't we come ta this school ta start a new life? Ta be accepted? Shouldn't the same go for him?" Kurt fidgeted for a while, but then stopped slumping his shoulders in defeat.

"Fine you could talk to him as much as you vant, but if he ever hurts you." NightCrawler's usually bright eyes darkened for a second and she got the message.

"Even though ah wasn't askin for permission..." A small smile formed on her face. "Thank you."

They both shared an awkward hug and with his hand on her shoulder they ported out of the clearing.

9:30 PM At a Bar Somewhere Nearby

Remy sat at the bar staring at the glass of beer in front of him. Part of him wanted to forget what Kurt said in the woods. Wanted to forget the fact that they thought so badly of him.

/Do all of them think that way?/ His head pounded with the memory and he took a sip of his drink to calm him. Holding the glass in the air he stared at the clear surface before tipping the glass and chugging down half of it.

/I'm just a drunkard./ The thought made him scowl and he drank the rest of the glass. /They'll always think that way. Why does it even matter to me? I'm just working there I don't need them./

The glass was finished and he ordered another bottle. Popping the lid when it arrived he poured an inch's worth and then stared at the glass again. /Rogue likes me, maybe me and her should...You'll only end up hurting her. I would never hurt her...Maybe not physically. I'm not like that. Say that to the path of broken hearts you made./ It was true. Every girl that he ever dated he ended up hurting. They would care for him, maybe even love him, and then he would leave them.

/It's not going to be like that with Rogue. How can you be so sure? I...care about her. Caring isn't enough. She deserves more./ Remy's head started to pound and he emptied the glass in front of him. It didn't help. He could still hear Kurt's voice saying that he wasn't good enough. /He doesn't even know me. Why does this matter so much? Because it's the truth. If your mom could see you now... Shut up!/

Picking up the bottle he stood up quickly knocking over the stool. He staggered out of the bar, leaving more than enough money to pay for his bill, and went into the streets. After taking a couple steps he would pull the bottle to his mouth and take a big gulp before walking again. When he reached the end of the alleyway the bottle was emptied. He just held it up and then threw it to the floor watching the small pieces of glass spread on the ground. /Shattered./

1:00 AM Back at the Manor

Opening the gates he rolled his bike inside. In the garage the lights were off, but he could still see pretty well. Leaning against the bike for a while he willed the room to stop spinning before he stood up. As the room finally stopped moving his eyes were blinded with a bright light.

His knees buckled as he squeezed his eyes shut, but he never hit the ground. Opening his eyes slowly he was able to bear the light and stare up at the person who caught him. /Logan...damn.../

"Good Morning, Monsieur. Up a little early eh?" There was a frown on the Canadian's face and he took a sniff.

"You were drinking." Easily Remy was hauled to his feet. "Even if your old enough the Professor doesn't want any one in the mansion to drink. Got that?"

"Yo' drink." The words left his mouth and he couldn't help the smirk that came afterwards. "Yo' even keep some around here. Now I don't think dat's fair."

A vein throbbed on Logan's neck and Remy wondered if it was such a good idea to annoy the Wolverine. But since he was in a drunken state and feeling low he really didn't care.

"Didn't yo' break down three of de doors last time yo' were drunk. Then de time before that yo' wrecked de car while drivin'. And dere has to be more times before I got here right?" His voice was calm, and he laughed a little at the end.

"Your drunk so I won't kill you. But if you ever say those things again I won't be held responsible for what happens." The words were low and a growl followed them making it sound even more threatening. But Remy was still drunk and kept on smiling through the threat.

"How much did you have to drink?" Remy could barely walk as he tried to get to the door. He staggered and had to lean on the doorframe.

"Just three bottles, after I drank twenty." Hearing the insanely huge number Logan's eyes widened and he held a little more respect towards the person ahead of him. Most people would have passed out after ten and by fifteen they would hardly make sense.

Taking the younger man's arm Logan half carried Remy up the stairs and deposited him in his room. As soon as Remy's head hit the pillow he was out.

Dream/Flashback

"NO! You're already destroying our son life, but please don't make him have the same life too!" A five year old Remy was being held by a woman in her thirties. They were in a room in an old home staring at the man ahead of them. "Please! You already took my son, don't take him too."

Remy watched sadly as his mother begged the man in front of them. Her eyes were streaming with tears and she held him tighter.

"He isn't even yo'rs! I found him and brought him in and I will teach him to be a thief like de rest of us!" Jean-Luc, his father, yelled and raised his hand as if he was going to slap them. "Look at his eyes! Deir like de devil's. People will just hand him deir money when dey see him."

"He isn't the devil and he IS my kid. I adopted him and you are not going to use him!" Picking herself off the ground she held herself high and glared at Jean-Luc. They both just stared at each other and like all the other fights before his father gave in.

"Fine!" Remy watched as his father left, slamming the door. There was a silence as the two people in the room held their breaths. When the footsteps died down he hurled himself into his mother's arms.

"Everything is going to be okay Sweetie. I won't let them get you." She started to rock her body back and forth pulling him into sleep.

The dream changed rapidly showing the times he spent with his mother. All his life nobody cared for him. They were afraid for their souls and called him the devil's child but not her. As Remy neared the end of the year's worth of memories he tried to make it stop. Have it end with the happy times and then he could wake up, but like always it went on.

The scenes changed showing the policemen arrive, telling them their was an accident. His father locking Henri and him in the room so they wouldn't hear. Then the next day when they found their exuberant father, the king of thieves, nearly in tears. It was the day they learned that Mom was going to die.

They were rushed to the hospital and he was led into the room where his mother was. There was a gash on her head and bandages all around her. He stood back as she told his brother to be good and watch over him. And then it was his turn. When he was standing only a foot away from her he broke. The tears came out and he begged for her to stay like she begged her husband only a year before.

It took a couple minutes before he could calm down and see that his mother was crying too.

"Now listen to me! I don't want you ending up like them. I want you to get an education and be a good man. Promise me that!" He nodded his head so hard he felt like it was going to snap off.

"That's a good boy. Why don't you and your brother leave so I could talk to your father." They returned home and a hour later he came back and told them that Mom was died.

The funeral was only a week later and none of the Lebeau left the place with a clean face.

Then when the morning dawned on the next day, Jean-Luc taught him to be a thief.

Sometime at night

Remy awoke in the middle of the night with a pain in his head and his heart. Looking out the window he saw the endless night sky full of stars, and the trees swaying from the light wind. As he fell asleep staring at the beautiful scene two words left his lips.

"I'm sorry."

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Author's Note: First and most important I want to thank CajunBelle, (a total life savor cause then I didn't have to come up with my own name) for coming up with the name Devlin Tyler.

Second: WOW the ending was sorta dramatic. Tell me what you thought about it and if I should go into more detail. Oh and about the mother. She is his adoptive mother and I know nothing about her, so everything that I wrote was made up. So don't be angry if I got her personality completely wrong. And if anyone knows anything about her (like her name) please tell.

Third thing: I'm updating on Thursday now, unless you want it on Wednesday instead or any other day. If so please review and tell me.

Fourth thing: Are my accents okay? I'm not really sure how to do Kurt's and I don't think I'm doing Remy's right either.

Fifth and final thing: Below is the description of Devlin and whenever I use his name it means that Remy looks like Devlin and not Remy Okay?

Devlin Tyler: Black hair that covers dark brown eyes and has pale skin. He doesn't look as muscular as Remy, but is the same height.

The people think he is a I-Don't-Care-About-Life Bad ass. They fear and respect him.

His watch only effects his physical appearance because he needs to wear the clothes so he could take them off in P.E. Another button makes his appearance and clothes look like his normal clothes.

If there is any other question you have about him just ask.

Okay onto the Reviews.

Misa1124: Actually you said it perfectly. Their relationship is past the friend point, but haven't reached the couple thing.

VinGirl: I think Rogue enjoyed it too.

Rogue4787: I don't watch OC but it sounds interesting. Maybe I should just have Rogue go knock out everyone one and then let her have her way with the cajun? Oh and would you mind the fluffy romance being full of drama, haunting past, and disturbing secreats? Because it is either going to go that way or total fluffyness I don't know yet.

PomegranateQueen: Sadly Logan will not know of the stripping of the cajun encounter, it's going to stay a private moment between Rogue and Remy. Oh and is the ending of the chapter's drama sufficient or should I make it even more depressing?

DemonRogue13: That she was.

ishandahalf: Haha! Yeah well they have a very "special" friendship. Thanks for reviewin!

Abaiisiia: And I wrote more. Are you going to review?

Lady Farevay: Well he got to meet Rogue that was good. But then he got attacked by her overprotective family, threatened, and then ported into the freezing cold where he could have died. Which is bad. Huh guess your right.

CajunBelle: It's okay that you didn't review because the name you gave me was AWESOME! I totally loved it, and it fit., and I didn't have to make my own,, because I suck at making names. So THANK YOU!

willa. j: He can't always wear silk. (Okay maybe in a girls fanftasies he can.) But he has to have some other boxers too. It most get expensive having to buy silk underwear all the time. (but us girls know that boys hardly change them as much as they should.) Haha. So cotton boxers for now. At least until I make a steamy scene, then definatly going with the silk.

chinxy: Thanks!