Thanks for the reviews!!!
DeNile; Remy Jr. n' Steph are both 17 in this- Danial almost 17. Rogue is around nineteen. Yes, Rogue, Steph, and Ruhko are all sisters, Logan adopted them with Ororo. For the full story read "Two Kids and a Grouch". Remy Jr. has no love interest at the moment, which will tell you right there that he's got some of Kurt still in him even through the generations, though he gravitates towards Steph. The Yellow haired lass is a baddie right now. I'm really glad you liked it.
Navi-Zero; So glad t' hear it! I'll be lookin' for ya (puts on begging face you will review again won't ya?)
Blackfox1; hey- long time no see! smiles Remy's hair is still brown- the Remy you've been reading is his son, who takes the color from his mother's fur.
Well- glad y'all liked it, would really love some more feedback!!!
-Ice Lynx
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"Hullo gramps," Remy said, chewing on a tooth pick and walking into the Danger Room to find Kurt in the middle of a handstand. With a surprised grunt Kurt toppled over, then pulled himself into a sitting-up position, smiling at Remy with his fangs when he saw his grandson smiling back at him.
"Oh, I thought you vere your father," he said, as Remy strode forward and helped him up.
"I get dat a lot," Remy said. "An' all de old villains, dey t'ink I am him, wit dyed hair!"
"You share the looks and name," Kurt said, nodding and chuckling.
"And the charm too, that typical scoundrel charm that every LeBeau has," said a voice in the loudspeaker. Looking up Remy saw his mother smiling and leaning over the control panel.
"Ma?" Remy said, then he looked at Kurt.
"Milana thought her old man could not do a simple handstand," Kurt smiled. "I vos showing her othervise, till you broke my concentration." Remy grinned and immediately rolled into a handstand, his coat falling behind him as he walked on his hands around Kurt.
"Ya can't do dis," he boasted. Kurt laughed.
"No, but I can do this," he said, pushing Remy's legs and making the teen topple over himself.
"Whoa!" Remy cried, then started to laugh as he jumped to his feet.
"Really dad, don't injure him right after a mission," Milana chided.
"He is young, see? He can spring right back up," Kurt said as Remy dusted his sleeves off.
"I'm still better den an old man," Remy said, flashing his white teeth, which had grown to be a little bit sharper than normal teeth, though unable to be classified as fangs like Kurt's were.
"Then you should find one and show him that, now vot do you vant?" Kurt asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"More important, what did Hank say about your head?" Milana said, coming down to stand next the boys.
"Ah, my head's fine," Remy said. "Jus' a little sore. But de doctor has a-"
"Shh," Milana said. "We're not supposed to know that, be quiet."
"Know vot?" Kurt asked, looking interested.
"Nut'ing," Remy said, smiling mischievously.
"Vot?" Kurt demanded, looking from Remy to Milana.
"Dad, it's a secret Hank entrusted with Jean, I can't tell you," Milana said, holding out her hands in mock-despair.
"Remy, if you are keeping secrets from your grandfather..." Kurt started.
"Sorry gramps," Remy said, "You'll know t'morrow."
"Ugh!" Kurt said throwing his hands up in the air. "Ven you two started getting so mysterious, I don't know!"
"I was always mysterious dad," Milana said, smiling. "You just never asked me anything."
"Oh yeah," Remy said, remembering what he had come in search of his mother for in the first place. "Ma, can I go wit Steph t' de new dance club t'night?" Milana looked at him, hands on hips as she let out a sigh.
"You're never going to stop running around, are you?" she said. "Fine then, but be home by eleven, tops, got it?" Remy nodded and the bid his mother and grandfather farewell, walking out and hearing Kurt go back into a handstand as his mother chuckled.
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"Ok, Ruhko's with Rogue, Hank's walking towards the front door, and I'm ready to go!" Steph said, bouncing on Remy's bed, her black trench coat fluttering out behind her over her usual outfit of tight dark blue jeans and a white tank top and heavy combat boots. Remy tested out his new Bo staff and frowned.
"I need my old staff back," he said crossly.
"Well you'll get it ya fart," Steph said. "Your dad n' the professor are working on it as we speak, they'll find the brat who took ya out and get your stuff back. Now are ya coming or not?" Remy sighed and pulled his coat on over his white night shirt and baggy black pants, then grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a new deck of cards, picked up his staff again and sighed.
"Ready t' go spyin'," he said. Steph made a face.
"It's not spying," she said. "It's investigating secretively. So we've got till eleven huh? That's plenty of time, unless-"
"De doc ain't dat kinda man," Remy interrupted, smiling.
"Well, he's never had a date in dad or mom's memory, who knows what kinda date guy he is?" Steph said. Then she sighed. "I sure hope they don't get married."
"Chere, I t'ink dis is de firs' date, dey aren't gonna go get married t'night," Remy said rolling his eyes as he dug up an old pair of sunglasses out of his drawer, then followed Steph as she walked out of the door and down the hall.
"Remember Brittany Spears?" Steph replied.
"She got divorced de same night practically," Remy laughed.
"I know, but what if it's love at first sight or somethin'?" Steph said. "That's what happened to Scott and Jean, and Kurt and his wife, at least, that's what he says, I'd find it hard to immediately fall for a furry guy with one look."
"What about dat guy, Newton? De one who came las' year, was all green. You fell hard for him petite," Remy said, laughing. Steph glared at him.
"That was a mistake, I mean seriously, and his name was not Newton, it was Isaac and ya know it ya rotten thief!"
"Hey, I haven't taken nut'ing in de las... day."
"A personal record, I know."
"Shh, dere he is, he's pulling out de front!" Remy said, pointing out the window they had come to.
"Oh, look! One of the mansion's sport cars, that must mean she's a fun-loving sporty kinda gel!" Steph said, noticing the red convertible Hank was in. Remy suppressed a snort of laughter.
"Dat's Scott's car," he said.
"Wow, this must be really important for Hank if he's risking getting fried for it," Steph said. Now hurry up or we'll loose him!" Opening the window Remy jumped through and landed perfectly, finding his motorcycle right where he left it earlier, then kicked it into life and pulled on his sunglasses, looking up and seeing Steph waiting for him in the air he rode off, keeping near the driveway and watching Steph, who was following Hank with her eyes in case Remy, who couldn't get close enough to risk Hank seeing him, lost their quarry.
After riding for about half an hour and reaching a suburban area Steph suddenly flew down low in front of Remy and forced him to slow down.
"He's goin' into the café just down the rode, stop ya idiot or he'll see us!" Remy swerved his bike into a parking lot behind a gas station and turning it off, then pulling out a small button-like dot and putting it on the underside of it when he got off. "What's that- a tracker? You're putting a tracker on your bike?" Steph said, laughing.
"I don' take chances wit my bike," Remy said. "Now what do we do?"
"Go do some investigating, secretively," Steph smiled. "I thought we already went over that Rem."
"Yeah," Remy said sighing and following Steph.
"Hey look, there she is!" Steph said excitedly as she reached the café window and looked through, spotting Hank almost immediately even with his image inducer on, the old Hank showed clearly with his red hair and freckles and still-large frame.
"She's pretty," Remy said, also looking through. The woman had dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin and was wearing a black skirt and shawl over a brown shirt, and was looking at Hank keenly as he talked, smiling the whole time and in his blue suit, which clashed with his hair, though it clashed nicely.
"Not as pretty as me though," Steph said.
"No, way prettier den you chere," Remy said, smiling and receiving a punch on the shoulder. "Ow, ok, she ain't as pretty as you! Now what?"
"We wait and watch and see if he kisses her!" Steph said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Wait? Aw petite, I had better t'ings t' do den watch Doc all night!" Remy groaned.
"Like what?" Steph challenged.
"Like help de professor find dat girl," Remy said, sitting down under the windowsill as Steph remained standing and watching. "Or trainin' in de Danger Room."
"Hey, I could've been watching the Teletubbie Marathon with Ruhko, but this is way more interesting and not as hammer-on-the-head all night," Steph said, shrugging. "Now quit complaining and let me spy- er- investigate secretively in peace!"
"Yeah yeah chere, you do dat."
"Fine, I will."
"Good."