Chapter 8

Staring up at the massive ceiling of his brand-spanking new room in the Xavier Institute, Remy lay on his brand-spanking new bed, contemplating his brand-spanking new situation.

The arrival at the school was more than uneventful.

"Ya think he pissed at me?"

"I think that would be the understatement of the year, Comrade."

"Good."

Piotr just rolled his eyes as he stepped down the ramp, deciding that Remy had only been something of a pest was now the understatement of the year. Remy had a way of getting under people's skin, especially if that person is female. As, Piotr was now observing, he was attempting with Rogue.

"Oh come on! It was funny!"

"No, it wasn't! Ya nearly made Scott veer off course!"

"If he was dat good of a pilot, he should have been able to ignore any and all distractions."

"That's not the point! Jumping up and screaming that there's a bomb on the jet, when you have the ability to make the entire jet into a bomb, is not the way to make a good first impression." Rogue hissed out the past part, which Remy countered by rolling his eyes.

"Rogue…several years ago, on several different occasions, I was among a group of mutants, whose sole purpose was to kick de X-Men's collective ass. What makes you think dat they're even gonna believe anyt'ing I tell dem?" Remy shoved his hands into his trench coat and looked towards the ground; suddenly this didn't seem like as much of a good idea as it did before. A gentle touch on his arm made him look up.

"I believe in you." Rogue said. Looking into her eyes, Remy could see the sincerity and compassion for his situation. "Hey, we took in Piotr, didn't we?"

"Well dat's understandable, big Russian artist, he fits right in." Remy smiled down at her. It was during that tender moment that Kitty decided to bounce over.

"Hey guys! Guess what?! Remy's not the only newbie we got today! We gotta go meet the Professor in the study."

Ah, yes, the meeting. That had been something of a gong show, hadn't it? Remy laughed out loud, yes, it certainly had.

Looking around at all the people congregated in his study, Charles contemplated how on earth this was going to work.

His students were all split off into smaller groups, waiting for him to begin this little meeting. To his left, Ororo sat with Jean and Scott, the latter of which who did not look happy. Next to them, Kurt was rolling his eyes at Bobby's attempts to impress the first of the newest students, Lorna. She was trying to look interested at what Bobby was telling her, but after a full day of it she was getting bored. Near the back of the room Piotr was trying to keep the other newbie from bolting from the room, while Kitty and Rogue talked quietly amongst themselves. The last figure, Mariko, stood off to one side, arms crossed, with a sour look on her face. Charles mused to himself how much that pose was reminiscent of Logan, which would make sense, being his clone and all, but it was still rather eerie. Deciding that everyone had waited long enough, the meeting began.

"Alright, everyone settle down. We have a few things to discuss." He heard a few choice mutterings along the lines of 'you got that right' and 'damn straight'. As you can see, we have two new recruits to our ranks, Lorna Dane and Remy Lebeau." There were a few nods towards the former and glares towards the latter. "Now, before anyone says anything," He said with a pointed look at Scott. "I want these two to be treated with the same respect you would show each other. Any sign of this not happening will result in a little chat with me, and it will not be a pleasant one. Does everyone understand?" Nods came from everyone in the room, though Scott's was reluctant. "Good. Now, since everyone here is…familiar, with Mr. Lebeau's abilities…"

"Hey, I'm not!" Lorna protested. "I wanna know what he can do too." She had a rather nervous look on her face, Charles could tell she was not all together comfortable with telling those around her exactly what her powers were, that she was trying to stall for time.

"In four words chere, I blow shit up." Remy stated simply.

"Oh. Okay then." She started chewing on her nails. Charles saw her apprehension and tried to reassure her.

"Lorna, you don't have to be nervous or afraid. If you like, I can inform them of what your powers are, if it would make you more comfortable." Charles stated gently. She was looking at the floor and merely shrugged. Taking this as a go-ahead, he told them exaclt what Lorna's gift was.

That had been quite the revelation. Who would have thought there was another mutant with powers like his former boss.

Rolling off the bed, Remy recalled how Scott had nearly blown a gasket at hearing there was a 'female Magneto' in the house. Charles had countered Scott's claims saying that there have been telepaths they have faced that were not exactly on the side of the righteous; that certain powers did not dictate certain behavior. That had caused Scott to sit down and shut up.

There had of course been glares thrown in his own direction that hadn't been from Scott. Rogue's brother Kurt, who apparently hadn't forgotten about his 'kidnapping' of Rogue back in the day, did not look overly impressed that he was there, but Remy wasn't worried. He had a few people on his side, it was all good.

Then there had been his own meeting with the great and mighty Professor, which had been interesting to say the least.

"Nice place ya got here."

"Thank you, I like to think so."

Remy and Charles sat at opposite sides of the mahogany desk of the study. Making small talk had begun to wear thin, so it was time to get down to business.

"Now, Remy, I understand that you've been having a few issues with your powers as of late."

"What makes you say dat? You been spying on me or somethin'?

"Well, Cerebro did pick up sporadic useage of your powers over the last year or so…"

"You got me in dat monster computer?! What de Hell?!"

"Well we did have to track you and Rogue during that little 'incident'."

Oh. Right. Okay, soooo you know about all dat. What does dat have to do with your oh-so-generous invitation? You seem to forget I used to work for your enemy."

"Remy, he was never truly my enemy. We both desired the same thing, we just had different approaches to achieving it." Charles crossed his arms and took a deep breath. "The fact that you decided to side with him is of no great concern to me."

"You're kiddin', right? You honestly don't give a damn that I was one of his Acolytes, that I…"

"So was Piotr. He is here now you know."

"That is so different. He didn't have it in him to carry out what Magneto wanted…not like I did." Remy started fiddling with a paperweight on the desk.

"Remy, I can see that you feel some sense of remorse for following him as you did. Do you mind if I ask why?" He asked with part concern, part curiosity. Remy let out a deep sigh, tossing the paperweight back and forth between his hands.

"I've always had to be independent, for reasons I don't really want to get in to right now, and I've never been one to follow someone so blindly. But for some reason, bein' around people who were like me was a nice change of pace…but dat's neither here nor there. It's over, it's done."

"Yes, it is." Charles nodded. "And I hope you don't think I'm asking you to follow me or anyone here blindly. You need help with your powers; we are willing to help if you'll let us."

"What 'bout Rogue? Couldn't help but notice she's still wearin' gloves after all this time." He stopped tossing the paperweight and held it in his left hand. "You gonna help me de same way you've 'helped' her?" Charles didn't even look phased by the question.

"Actually, Rogue is undergoing intense therapy sessions with myself and Ororo. We feel that the root of her control is most likely psychological as opposed to physiological." He noticed that Remy's knuckles were starting to turn white. His eyes had gotten a faraway look in them, almost glazed. "Remy? Are you alright?" It was at that moment he saw the paperweight begin to glow. "Remy!"

Remy realized what he was about to do, and turned his attention to the object in his hand. Focusing on the flow of kinetic energy that was leaving his body and going into the paperweight and tried to reverse the flow to prevent from bringing extensive damage to the Professor's office.

Charles looked in fascination as he watched Remy's eyes almost melt from being red on black to a solid red and start to glow. The paperweight was getting brighter by the second, and the strain of Remy's face was evident as he tried to stop the flow.

With one last flash from both his eyes and the paperweight, the charge stopped and Remy dropped it on the floor. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead from the effort.

"It's been getting tougher to stop it, hasn't it?" Charles inquired.

"Is it dat obvious?" Remy countered.

"Alright, I think you need to get some rest, it's been a rather trying day." And with that, the meeting was over.

Looking over at the clock, Remy saw it was only a little before 10 pm. The Professor had been right; it had been a disgustingly long day if he was already feeling tired. Deciding it was far too early for him to be sleeping, he left his room and made his way to find something to snack on.

Passing the rec room, he was stopped by the man he was supposed to think of as team leader.

"Gambit, we have a problem." Cyclops started.

"Look Summers, if it's about razzing you on the jet, you gotta learn to relax, alright? I mean, you keep dis up, it's gonna make you sterile. " Remy started.

"It's not that!" He stopped at hearing Remy's last comment. "Shut up and listen! At this moment there is a problem downtown and, as much as it pains me to admit, I'm told you're the only one who's going to be able to handle it." Cyclops bit out with gritted teeth.

"Oh really? And what might dat be?"

"Several fires have been started on one particular block that are burning out of control." Upon hearing this, Remy looked at him like he'd grown a second head.

"What does dat have to do with me?"

"Can you not guess Comrade?" Piotr said coming up behind him. "The flames are taking on the form of horses, who do you know that can do that?" Remy turned to Piotr with wide eyes and a shit eating grin on his face as realization dawned on him.

"PYRO!"

AN: Alright, there it is. I don't know who's bright idea this whole QuickEdit thingy was, but it's not letting me use the star-squiggle thingy I used before to break up the different POV's, so I'm afraid that until I figure that out, you're stuck with it being in bold. Sorry 'bout that. So without further adieu, here are the shout-outs:

Nessie: I don't about Alex yet…his evo version is such a retard, I may have to revamp him a little bit before he gets brought in, so for the time being, you can just watch Bobby make an ass of himself around Lorna. Oh, and uh, the next chapter is the one you've been waiting for…..Oh! throws confetti at you You submitted this story's 25th review! Yay!

Ishandahalf: Hey, guys in wheelchairs have needs too ya know. lol Sorry, that was just bad. I'm glad you're liking Happy Lorna, you should enjoy her while she lasts, 'cause Crazy Lorna has been trying to get out of her cage, and will be rearing her pissed off head at some point before the end of this story.

Peace215: I don't really think Remy has ADD, I just think he's been watching too much TV. Did this chapter have funny fixes? looks back over it Yeah, I guess there was one or two. Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed it.

Alright, that's it for now. I am hearby dedicating the next chapter to nessie, as it's the one she's been waiting for.

Leishy