9. Philippe
"Rogue?"
She looked up and saw, that Beast was standing in the doorway.
"Hank, why hasn't he waked up yet? There must be something wrong!"
The anxiety was written all over her face, so he walked over to the bed, where he checked Gambit.
"It looks to be all right, so maybe he just needs some sleep."
It calmed her down a little, but he could still see how worried she was. He walked over to her and offered her his hand.
"Come, they others are eating breakfast."
She cast a nervous glance back at Gambit, but then she took Beast's hand as her stomach began to rumble. They walked down to the kitchen and joined the others at breakfast. Xavier looked up as they came into the room and saw immediately the look in Rogue's eyes.
"Hasn't Remy waked up yet?"
She shook her head as she sat down between Jean and Logan.
"Hank says, that he just need some sleep."
In the same moment came Jubilee into the kitchen.
"Professor, him Louis Dubois is back. He wants to talk with you again."
"Who is Louis Dubois?"
Xavier looked over at Scott, who had asked the question.
"Probably Remy's brother."
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It was very warm in there, so Louis took his jacket off as he impatiently paced around the hall. He had just turned at the table, when he caught sight of someone coming down the stairs, so he turned around to get a better look. He saw the surprise in the other one's eyes, as their eyes met, but somehow it didn't surprise him. He had somehow known, that he was alive. In the same way as he in his life whole had knew, that his brother was alive.
They walked closer as they examined the other one closely. Checking all the differences, but also register how identical they were.
"Who… who are you?"
The voice was very high, which made Louis smile.
"My names is Louis Dubois, and I think, that you are my brother."
"I…"
In the same moment opened the door to the kitchen, and Rogue came out into the hall and got very surprised as she saw the two young men. Louis cast an annoyed glance over towards her.
"Is there some place, where we can talk without being disturbed?"
Remy was just about to protest, but then he saw the look in Louis' eyes and nodded.
"We can go out in the garden."
He went over and opened the front door for Louis, who was grateful for the offer. They began to walk down the garden path in stillness, but then Louis stopped up and faced Remy.
"I now, that you think I'm crazy or something, but I really think that your are my brother."
Remy shook his head.
"No, I don't think that you're crazy, but this is just really weird. Why do you think, that I'm your brother…well, that is obvious… but then tell me about him instead."
"Who?"
"Your brother."
They began to walk down the path again, as Louis began to talk.
"I don't know much about him, since we were separated very shortly after birth, but I know so much, that his name was Philippe and we were identical twins…"
He sighed deeply.
"…I know it's not much, but it's all I know. I grew up at on a children's home in France, which didn't kept very good files over their inhabitants. They didn't have room enough to take us both in, so they sent Philippe, you, away."
Remy stopped.
"I wasn't born in France. I was born in New Orleans."
Louis looked him into his eyes.
"Are you sure? I followed the leads, that I had about my brother, here to the United States or rather to Louisiana."
"Okay, maybe I believe you, but do you have any proof of all this, that you just have said?"
Louis nodded and took a folder from his pocket, which he gave to Remy.
"This should do it, and among them are there also copies of the birth certificates."
Remy quickly looked it through, but stopped at different places to read it more exhaustively.
"You can keep it. I still have the originals."
"Thanks, do you want to go out for a drink or something?"
Louis shook his head.
"Sorry, but I need to go back to France this evening. In a matter of fact, I need to leave now, since I have some things, which I need to do before I leave the country. If I had known, that you were alive, then I would have changed my schedule, but now it sadly too late… But you can come to France with me!"
Remy smiled.
"I have just been there, beside…"
He cast a glance back on the school.
"… I have some things, that I need to take care of here."
Louis began to walk again.
"I know, that I'm just a weird stranger, who you want to get rid off."
Remy shook his head.
"No, I believe you or rather I want to believe you. This is a very big thing, which you just have landed on my shoulders. Can I get your phone number or something, so I can get a hold on you, when I have read this."
He held the folder up. Louis nodded and took the folder, which he began to write something on.
"This is my mobil phone number. I always have it on me, so there should be no problem getting to me, but if you want to talk some more, then you can in a couple of hours find me downtown at Hotel St. Johns in room 72 until five o'clock."
He gave the folder back to Remy, who followed him over to his car, where they said goodbye.