Pickpocket Picasso

By: ISMA

Disclaimer: Sue me if you want, I'm on MOCK TRIAL!

Summary: Remy Lebeau shows up at the Mutant High to spend some time with his closest friend and sister, storm. But he discovers that maybe the x-mansion isn't the best place for him after all.

AN: YAY! This is the first multi chapter fic that I've ever finished. And I did the WHOLE THING before posting it. I want every one to know that this has NOT been edited and I dreadfully need a beta. Also, I portray Storm in a less than flattering light and I'm sorry, I really do like her. This fic starts out pretty good, but I must say, the ending sucks. If you edit for me I will give you mental chocolate and a moose.

Prelude:

"Remy." Ororo said, looking sternly at the young man lying on her bed, "I will except your presence here. But there are some things I simply cannot condone."

"Dose are some pretty big words dere chere. What 'xactly are you saying?" He said with his trademark grin. Of course, he knew exactly what she was saying. But no one would ever get him to admit to such a thing. Ever.

Ororo let out a frustrated sigh, "First." she said as she grabbed a robe and threw it over him. "Put on some clothes!"

Remy laughed and pulled the robe on, leaving it open so that it covered nothing. Ororo sighed again and wished for some aspirin, or some vodka. Luckily it was late enough for even Logan to be asleep. She had no wish to explain the naked man in her room to anyone, much less wolverine or 'goddess forbid' Kurt. An argument with her wonderful, caring, totally faithful, boyfriend was the last thing she needed.

"What if someone finds you like this?" She continued, glaring, "They'll assume you and I are. . ."

"Quoi? Going at it like monkeys? Doing de horizontal tango? Fuc-"

"Remy!"

Remy chuckled, but didn't move to finish his sentence. He had known Ororo long enough to be able to tell when she was about to snap. She was almost to that point, teetering on the edge of going into a rage and electrocuting him on the spot.

"Second." She said, continuing her tirade as if she had never been interrupted, "You are not, I repeat not allowed to be in my room without my permission. What would Kurt think if he found you in here at all hours of the day and night!"

"Who's Kurt?" Remy asked, tipping his head to the side in a way that always reminded Ororo of a confused cat.

"Thirdly. . ." She pretended he hadn't spoken.

"Who's Kurt?" He asked again.

"Remy. . ."

"Chere." He replied, giving her the 'big brother' look, "Who's Kurt.

"My boyfriend." She relented with a downward look.

"Boyfriend? You got a boyfriend and you didn't tell me? Chere! How can I be properly nosey and protective when you don' even tell me when you meet a guy? I feel so out of de loop." Remy gave her a look of mock-hurt.

"It's not like I could have told me if I wanted to!" She said, refraining from yelling only because it would bring the whole house down upon their heads, "I don't know where you are, you never call, you never write. Goddess Remy, half the time I don't even know if your alive or not! I've been so worried about you." Big tears welled up in Ororo's eyes and a roll of thunder was heard in the distance.

Now Remy really did look hurt. "I'm sorry chere." He whispered, as if that was all he could say.

"Which brings us to the real question." She said, resorting to their old 'pretend it didn't happen' tactics, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well Chere, dis is what happened. I was sitting in my nice 'partment and t'inking 'bout stuff when I realized dat I hadn't seen ma chere Stormy in a year. A year! Un an! Dat be a real fuc- long time." Remy said, quickly shying away from the swear when he noticed the homicidal look in Ororo's eyes.

"An' so I decided to visit ma chere Stormy. Y'know, see how her life is goin'. And low and behold, Stormy got a boyfriend! I'm sure as hell glad I came." Remy grinned and flopped back on her bed. He hoped she would buy it. Dieu, how he hoped she would buy it.

"Remy, I hope you do not think I am as stupid as your statement makes me think. Tell me who is trying to kill you." She didn't buy it.

"No one's trying to kill me petite. Remy jus' need to. . . lay low for awhile." Ororo noted his change from first person to third person. He felt stressed, and he was lying.

"That's alright Remy." She sighed, "You do not have to tell me." Remy relaxed visibly.

"You do realize that as a member of the Guild I am not supposed to have any contact with you." Ororo said.

Remy gave her his 'harmless thief' grin, "So you got de memo huh?"

"Yes," She replied, "They said something about pretending you are not there until you go away."

"Yeah, de silent treatment is de worst. But chere, I got great news 'bout dat." Ororo merely raised an eyebrow and waited for his 'news'. If she was lucky, it wasn't something she could be arrested for.

"Y'see, you ain't an active guild member."

"I am quite aware of that fact Remy." She said, a little annoyed that he would point out something so obvious.

"Well den, dat makes you not really a guild member. So de rules don't apply."

Storm smiled at him, her smile slowly grew into a grin. "Indeed they do not." She said, stifling a laugh. "Of course, there will be new rules Remy." She reminded him, "This is a school after all."

"Mais oui chere." He replied, "I wouldn' doubt it."

"Good then. You must sleep in your own room, after tonight. You will keep your dirty comments to yourself. The students are off limits. And no drinking, swearing, or smoking."

Remy opened his mouth as if to complain. Or, most likely, shoot off some sharp comment or other, but a stern look from Storm kept him quietly seated on the bed

Storm continued, "You will attend classes, you will not mention the guild to anyone, you will leave Kurt alone, and. . ." she glared harder, knowing that this final rule would be the one that cemented his stay at the mansion or sent him running for the nearest window. "You will not take any jobs during your stay here.

Remy looked shocked. Yes, the other rules would be hard, harder than hard, but for him to give up stealing? He was all set to just up and leave. But. . . He had only just come, and he hadn't seen his chere in a year!

He sighed and looked at her, then at the open skylight above her, then back at her. "D'accord chere." He relented, " No jobs."

"In that case brother, I will find you a room in the morning." She said with a grin. Allowing him to crawl into bed next to her. Remy smiled as he wrapped his arms around his petite sour, it was worth it, he thought, just to hold her in his arms again.