A/N to Spicy sweet: Sorry will not be a Romy...maybe later if I can think of a sequel...

Chapter 11 Past memories

Logan knocked on Ororo's door impatiently waiting for the door to open; as it did he was greeted with a smile as always. "Logan I'm almost ready to leave for New Orleans with the Professor...is everything alright, you have that grim expression on your face."

"Hey 'Ro...Sorry ta bother ya this late but is Gumbo here with ya?"

"Remy? No, why what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"He heard Cyke and the others talk about Essex and ran off, since he likes it here..."

She sighed cutting him off. "You check the roof, I'll check my garden."

As Logan climbed the balcony, Storm looked within her loft and spotted a shaking figure crouched in a corner, head in his hands mumbling in what seemed like a French dialect. She heard the words 'Please stop' and 'Sinister' and how he choked up when he said them. Storm's eyes began to tear up.

"Remy..." She whispered and slowly sat next to him, he was rocking back and forth she cautiously touched his shoulder and he flinched. "Remy, it's me Storm..." When he seemed to relax as he whispered her name, she pulled him to her resting her head on top of his, running her hand through his hair. "Shhh...It's alright your safe here." She whispered.

"Well he ain't up there...'Ro?"

Feeling Remy tense up at the new presence in the room. Storm tightened her hold on Remy, "Shhh it's only Logan, Remy...Do you remember Logan?"

"Logan?..." Remy still panicked a little, as Logan kneeled in front of them. Remy took a long look at him and whispered "Wolfie?"

Logan smiled, "Yeah that's right pup, you okay?" Remy didn't answer; he just leaned back and hid his face in Storm's hair. "Heh Storm I think you're stuck with him for the night."

Still running her hand through the boy's hair she smiled, "Yes I believe so, Would you be so kind as to inform the Professor that I will not be joining him," She didn't think it wise to mention that they were to go see Remy's parents yet.
"Perhaps you should stay as well, I believe he'd feel much safer if we are both with him."

"Yeah alright, I'll get Hank and Cyke to go with Chuck...hey pup ya gonna stay with Storm right?" Logan smiled as he noticed Remy was fast asleep. "Hope your comfy 'Ro the kid's passed out."

"Oh dear."

"Want me ta put him in your bed?"

"Yes please if you are able." Storm gently lifted Remy's head from her shoulder and Logan leaned over to pick him up, careful not to wake him. Storm helped Logan take off Remy's coat, then his boots and covered him with a blanket on the bed.

"Alright I'm gonna go tell Chuck and bring up something to eat later, be back in about 20 minutes." Storm nodded. "Oh and I'll make sure that no one else comes up here till we say so."

After about 15 minutes

Remy started thrashing around, Storm hurriedly sat beside him, whispering soothing words to try and calm him, when he seemed to relax by the sound of her voice she leaned against the headboard running her hand through his hair hugging him close to her. "Shhhh your safe."

New Orleans, on the jet

The Professor, Hank and Scott were waiting patiently in the jet for their contact. "How long is this gonna take we've already been waiting for half an hour."

"Calm yourself Scott, I believe our contact has just arrived."

"Neh, You Xavier?" a red headed boy about Remy's age asked.

"Yes, and who might you be."

"I am Lapin...I'm ta escort ya to Jean-Luc, and for your sake ya better not be lying 'bout Remy."

Xavier inhaled and sighed, "Of course, now shall we?"

"Yeah dis way follow me."

LeBeau residence

"Uncle Jean...there here." Lapin cried out as they entered the LeBeau household.

Jean-Luc came out of the living room and looked at his guests and glowered angrily. "Where's my boy?"

"He's at my school." Xavier answered simply.

"Why didn't ya bring him with ya?"

"I'm afraid that he's a bit..."

"WHAT?"

"Afraid of us, tell me do you know of a man named Nathaniel Essex? He's also known as Sinister?"

"Why would Remy be afraid of ya? And non, never heard of 'im...Why?"

Hank spoke up "Well apparently Sinister has been experimenting on your son, we've yet to know why?"

"EXPERIMENT?" Jean-Luc yelled out.

"Please let me explain perhaps you should sit down." Charles asked calmly. Jean-Luc took a few calming breaths nodded and led them to the living room. Where he introduced Mattie, Henri and Lapin. As Charles explained Remy's kidnap in the sewers in Paris, then at the mansion also about Sinister and his Marauders.

"After Remy heard some of my students talk about Essex, he just lost it. A few of my teachers who were able too get close to him during his stay at the mansion, are looking after him at the moment."

"I don't believe it, Remy can handle himself in any situation." Lapin said angrily.

"I'm afraid you don't understand Mr.Lapin, Sinister is very powerful"
Hank said.

"That doesn't explain why he hasn't contacted us in over a year and the..." Henri chided.

As they all were arguing over Remy, Jean-Luc kept thinking about his boy the first time he'd seen him. How the little seven year old tried to pick the master thief's pocket. That same day Jean-Luc had brought him home and immediately that little boy stole everyone's heart in the whole household. How Jean-Luc would stay up most nights with the little red head cradled in his arms trying to rock him to sleep from the nightmares he'd always have, how he had promised himself and his newly adopted son that he would never let anyone harm him that he would always keep him safe. But now, the now 18 year old wasn't safe and he had been harmed, Jean-Luc couldn't take it anymore.

"ENOUGH..." He growled and took a few deep calming breaths and looked at Xavier. "I want to see my boy and don't even t'ink bout saying no, or that it wouldn't be a good idea or any other kind 'o crap ya can 'tink of, cause I'll find out where ya live and break in if I have to." Jean-Luc spoke up a smile on his face as he said the last part.

Xavier smirked "I'd never dream of separating a father and son, I also highly doubt I would be able to stop you. If it's enough time we will be departing within the hour."

Remy woke up with a moan, "Stupid headache" he muttered to himself and slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to be a huge mistake since the room was bathed in sunlight. "AHHH, DAMNIT!" he yelled hiding his head under a pillow.

He heard someone snicker within the room, "Well good morning sunshine, sorry bout the light but I can't do nothin bout it Storm don't pretty much care for the dark, here got your shades." Logan walked up to the bed and put them in the Cajun's hand Gambit kept his eyes closed then put them on, and looked at Logan.

"Sunshine?..."

"Yeah your right that one don't suit ya." Logan smirked then asked seriously. "Listen Gumbo, ya remember anything bout last night?"

Remy sat up massaging his aching head. "Yeah, sort of." He answered dryly.

"Ya wanna talk 'bout it?"

"Non."

"Look kid I don't blame ya for being pissed whenever someone's trying ta talk 'bout thing's ya don't want to but this is serious, you getting kidnapped, blacking out not remembering stuff, getting cut open, ya know ya got implants? If ya don't talk 'bout these things how d'ya expect us ta help ya?"

Remy said nothing, just lay back down on the bed took his sunglasses off and lay with his arm over his eyes.

Logan sighed heavily and turned to leave when Remy's voice stopped him. "Ya know that if I wasn't a mutant he'd leave me be, he say that I be special that he never had 'nother specimen like me, He been searching for little ol' me since I been born."

"Ya know why he's after you so badly?"

"Non."

"Ya know what the implants are for?"

"Suppose to keep my powers in check...and ta stop de pain."

"In check?"

"Yeah when I first got them I couldn't stop it, every'ting I touched would blow up, also couldn't control the quality of the charge." He laughed "When I was 'leven before the implants, I managed ta blow up an eight-story building." Still laughing he continued. "That's when 'HE' found me within the wreckage. I arrived home like three days later. Père was so pissed at me he said he'd had the entire guild out looking fo' me. He threatened I was ta never leave da house 'gain." Remy sat up and snorted. "I never seen 'im so piss off. 'Course I couldn't 'member what the hell I did. Only that now I had control of my powers."

Logan chuckled as he took the chair spun it around and sat on it leaning his arms on the back. "And what about the pain?"

"Be'fo the implants my hands would feel like they were being hit repeatedly with a sledgehammer, I really don't know what I'd do if I didn't have 'em."

"What 'bout those other wounds, that Essex clearly didn't give ya?"

Remy turned to Logan and frowned "What?"

"Those cuts on your wrists, Hank says that they were made with hesitation that's why they're all crooked, compared to the other cuts which are made with precision."

Remy looked away and stayed silent. 'Why the hell did he have to bring that up?
It's not like dey ever got strapped to a fucken table an scream till their voice don't work no more, or nearly get beaten to death for fightin back or trying ta escape.' Just thinking about it made him furious but he kept a straight face, grabbed his sunglasses and got out of bed put his boots on and grabbed his trench coat.

'Hmmm think I hit a nerve.' Logan thought to himself as he watched Remy's reaction. "Where ya going pup?"

"Hungry." Was his answer as he headed for the door.

"Ya didn't answer my question pup...about the cuts on your wrists." Logan yelled, watching the boy go down the stairs.

"And Gambit don't plan to." Remy yelled back sounding very pissed off.