Chapter 5 A Thief

After a few hours Remy was fed, his wounds were cleaned and he was introduced to the X-men, and given a tour of the mansion, The Professor thought it best to hold off on the questions until Remy felt more at home. Seeing how tired he looked, Xavier decided to cut the tour short. Stopping in front of a door "I have asked Ororo to prepare a room for you. Perhaps you should rest a bit, you look quite exhausted."

"I look dat bad?" Remy smiled.

"I'm sorry to say...but yes, I'm sure that Hank could..." Xavier asked.

"Non, non...Remy just need a good nights sleep dats all." Remy hurriedly answered.

For a split second both Logan and Charles saw the fear in his eyes, when Hank was mentioned. The fear was quickly replaced with a straight face, "Well Remy gonna hit the sack b'fo he hit the ground."

Xavier smiled "Very well goodnight Remy."

"G'night" he answered. Closing the door Remy leaned his forehead against it and waited until they were no longer in the hall, then he threw himself on the bed, as sleep was about to take over he whispered. "Please don't let him find me."

"Remy...Hey kid ya up?..." Hearing no movement Logan opened the door and entered the pitch-black room. "I know you're in here pup..." All he heard was a mumble, he had to strain to hear it, but it sounded like 'no I'm not' Remy turned over facing away from the annoying noise coming from the door.

Logan chuckled "Yeah ya are c'mon kid time to get up." And so, Logan turned on the light.

"FUCK, DAMNIT TURN OFF THE FUCKEN LIGHT!" Remy screamed as he rolled out of bed, landed on the floor with a thud and covered his head with a blanket.

"What's the matter kid?"

"TURN...IT...OFF." he growled.

Turning off the light Logan leaned in the doorway crossing his arms to his chest. "Okay...now what?" he chuckled.

Remy threw the blanket on the bed and slowly stood up, sat on the bed, and rubbed his eyes. "Not funny...Ow...Son of a Bit..."

"Hey watch your mouth and quit your yapping pup what the hell was that all about?" Logan was starting to lose patience.

"If ya hadn't noticed, my eyes are kinda d'frent, and the light kinda hurts...shit...stupid spots..."

"Ya gonna be all right?"

"Yeah."

"Great now get dressed, so you can have some lunch, Chuck wants ta have a little chat."

"Lunch...What happened to breakfast?"

"Ya slept through it...I'll wait in the hall."

Getting dressed in the new clothes they'd given him Remy found his trench coat in the closet and looked within the pockets to find his cards, sunglasses and Bo staff still inside he also checked in the secret pockets to find his lock picks were still there. He smiled and put the coat on.

"Well here he is Chuck." Logan led Remy into Xavier's office.

All the X-men were there anxious to know about the mysterious Cajun.

"Please have a seat Remy." As he sat on the couch, next to Ororo, Xavier rolled around his desk to face Remy while Logan leaned against the wall.

"Good morning Remy, How are you feeling today?" Storm asked.

"Pretty good Stormy." He answered.

Ororo made a face. "That name does not suit me, please don't call me that."

Remy just smirked.

"We would like to know a little more about you if it's alright, would you be willing to answer a few questions?" Charles asked politely.

Remy shrugged. "Sure...whatever...like what?"

"Where you're originally from, your full name, age, do you have family, about your powers, your abilities...and such."

Remy took out a deck of cards and started shuffling them out of habit. "N'arlins...Remy Etienne LeBeau...18...yes...blow up stuff...and um...t'ief" he answered quickly although the last part was whispered so low that no one could hear. Except by Logan.

"You're a thief?" Logan smirked "Really...How good a thief?"

Putting his cards on the coffee table he answered "Well...yeah...and I'm the best in N'arlins." he smirked. And took out Scott's wallet along with Bobby's, Evan's and Kurt's.

"Hey! What the...How the hell d'you get those?" Scott yelled looking none to impressed.

Logan couldn't help but chuckle.

Throwing the wallets on the table beside him he shrugged and picked up his cards and started shuffling again.

"Oh great...just what we need a good for nothing thief, next thing we'll know he'll probably rob us blind and..." Bobby didn't have time to finish his sentence and found himself on the floor with a boot at his throat.

In the blink of an eye, Remy had backflipped behind the couch and did a spin kick which took out Bobby's legs from under him. Getting up as Bobby fell he grasped Bobby's right arm and put his boot to Bobby's throat to shut him up but with not to much force as to harm him...much. Eyes blazing Remy yelled. "DON'T EVEN T'INK ABOUT INSULTING SOMEONE YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT...ESPECIALLY MY FAMILY. I was raised a t'ief and I'll die a t'ief, and if ya got a problem wit dat I got 52 ways ta teach ya a lesson." He lifted his left hand, which held the pack of cards that now glowed bright red.

The others positioned themselves in order to defend Bobby, except Logan, Hank and the Professor who were more astonished by how fast he moved, Ororo was quite impressed also but she did not move from her spot on the couch. Before anyone started attacking Remy the Professor spoke firmly but calmly. "All of you stay where you are...Remy please calm yourself, I'm sure Bobby didn't mean what he spoke of." Xavier eyed Bobby disapprovingly.

"No...no I didn't mean it...I...I was just joking...honestly..."

Smirking Remy let him go and moved away from Bobby.

Logan took a few steps toward the boy. "Hey pup...Um that was really impressive and all but ah...those cards of yours are pro'bly about ta go off and I doubt Chuck would enjoy his office being blown up..."

"That I wouldn't..." Charles cut in.

Remy looked at his hand and held up the pack, while everyone held their breaths, Remy took the charge back within his body the cards stopped glowing, and he put them back within his trench coat. Walked around the couch and sat down again.

Logan quirked an eyebrow. "LeBeau right?...You wouldn't happen to be related to a Jean-Luc Lebeau would ya?"

"Oui...He's my father...Why...How ya know him?"

"I hear a lot of things while on missions kid...You also wouldn't be a member of the Thieves Guild in New Orleans would ya?" Logan questioned.

Remy tensed but didn't answer.

"That's what I thought...But from what I heard Jean-Luc only had one son and his name's Henri."

"I was adopted." He said plainly.

Everyone started asking him questions all at once.

"Alright now...Everyone SHUT-UP!" Logan yelled.

Scott stepped forward "What where you doing in Paris?"

Remy's eyes darkened. "Not'ing you'd want ta know." He growled while getting up and leaving the room.