"Where did Lapin run off to?" Mattie asked curiously looking around the room.
"Probably went after Remy, for some reason those two can't keep secrets from each other." Jean-Luc chuckled.
"How are we gonna fix dis père?" Henri asked worriedly.
"For once I have no idea." Jean-Luc sighed. "Maybe that Professor guy can suggest somet'ing...ah dis is so frustratin'."
About fifteen minutes later Henri looked towards the stairs as a woozy Lapin came down one hand grabbing the railing while the other clutched his jaw. "What happened?" he asked standing up.
"Remy's gone..." Lapin moaned.
"What?" Jean-Luc frowned standing as well.
"He said that we might die if Sinister found out bout us, he told me bout the cuts how that asshole had Remy tortured so he'd be easier ta handle, dat's why he tried ta kill himself...he was all alone and too weak ta get out."
Spotting the tall redhead Jean-Luc barked out. "Hey, you...where's that Professor of yours?"
"His office..." Jean answered.
"Henri call up our contacts in New York, I want him found. Make sure he doesn't leave the city." Jean-Luc growled out as he rushed passed the girl heading for Xavier's office.
"Um...is something wrong?" Jean asked curiously.
"Remy's gone." Henri answered between his conversation on the phone. "Check the cab companies..."
"What...when?" Jean rasped.
"Post men at the airports..." Henri looked at his watch, "About twenty minutes now."
"Well he couldn't have gone far?"
Lapin looked at her still massaging his jaw. "Wanna bet?"
'Okay, no Paris, no N'Arleans, no New York...no damnit.' Remy grumbled leaning his head back on the headrest in the back of the cab. 'I hear Scotland's nice dis time of year.' He tried to cheer himself up, but failed miserably as the driver made his way towards the airport. 'Heh maybe Hawaii.' As the cab stopped in front of the airport, Remy cursed as he saw four of the Guilds contacts waiting at the entrance looking at every trench coat wearing or auburn haired guy they'd spot. "Ah merde."
"Problem sir?" the cab driver asked.
'Yeah shoulda hit Lapin harder.' He thought. "What day is it?" Remy asked the driver plastering a fake stupid look on his face.
"Monday the 17th."
"What...Ahhh, stupid brain," Remy moaned, "My flights tomorrow."
The driver laughed. "Well now you must have a lot on your mind then."
"You have no idea..." Remy chuckled, thinking for a moment spotting a poster Remy grinned. "Ya know where da Theater house is on Maine street?"
"Yeah I got a lot of fares that way since that Opera thing is playing this week. What was it um, something about some knight Draco with this girl named Maria, last I heard it's about a kingdom and a war or something like that."
Remy smirked that was his favorite play. "Well then homme make dat your next destination."
Remy leaned back into the seat he never used to like the Opera when he was a kid but it grew on him. He kinda enjoyed going with his father every time he'd drag him to one of those things, now whenever he was depressed he'd go watch one to match his mood. It always amazed him how a human voice could hit those high notes, always gave him goosebumps.
After about twenty minutes Remy paid the driver and snuck into the theater, sitting atop the beams above the balcony. While the band played Remy watched as the main actor sang about his love.
An hour later
While Charles was with Cerebro. "How long will it take him ta find my boy?" Jean-Luc asked Logan as they entered from the mansion entrance all this waiting they had desperatly needed a smoke.
"Don't know Remy's a bit hard to track, he's got extremely strong shields."
"At least he's still in New York I hope." Jean-Luc mumbled.
"How do you know that?" Scott asked curiously from the rec room as he saw them enter.
Jean-Luc smirked. "I got a lot of contacts boy, I could totally close off New York if I wanted to...And dats exactly what I did, I just hope I wasn't too late."
After a few moments of silence. The rest of the x-men in the room were fighting over what to watch on tv, Jean stopped it at a news station where they were doing a report on the weekly entertainment. While Bobby tried desperatly to grab the remote from her. "What...is that?" Bobby asked listening to it "And what are they wearing?"
"That would be Opera Bobby." Jean answered him with a grin. As they showed on tv pieces of a very popular opera that was playing in New York.
"Well change it." He growled.
'Wait a minute, I know dis piece.' Jean-Luc thought to himself.
"No...this one's playing this week at the theater and I want to know if it's any good so Scott can take me."
"Look can you all just listen to me for a second?" Logan asked getting their attention. "Okay now all of ya SHUT-UP."
Jean-Luc chuckled, Mattie entered sitting down next to Rogue. "My de people in dis house be noisy." She chirped as she started watching the television trying desperatly not to worry about the missing Lebeau. After a few moments she started singing softly to the music.
"You've seen this before I take it?" Jean asked her, Mattie nodded.
"It's Remy's favorite play, Jean-Luc always used to take him when he was young." She answered.
Jean-Luc's eyes grew wide; groaning at how stupid he was Jean-Luc shook his head and looked to Jean. "Which theater?"
"Maine Street I think."
"Ya think that's where he is?" Logan asked, Jean-Luc nodded. "Come on I'll drive ya."
Spotting Storm, Hank asked. "Hey 'Ro ya up for a ride?"
"Where are we going?" she asked curiously.
Logan smirked. "Can't believe I'm saying this...the Opera."
Climbing the stairs to the opera house Jean-Luc was the first to enter, and greeted the doorman, "I'm sorry sir but I can't let anyone inside the theater once the show has started."
"That's alright sir, tell me...you greeted everyone inside?" The man nodded, "I was just wandering if this young man got passed ya?" Jean-Luc asked showing a recent picture of his boy.
Looking at the picture closely the doorman shook his head. "I'm sorry sir he didn't pass by me." Jean-Luc gave his thanks to the man and turned to leave.
"Mr.LeBeau?" Storm was shocked that he wasn't demanding them to let him in and looked around hoping she would spot Remy.
"What you're giving up that easily?" Logan asked.
Jean-Luc chuckled. "Are ya kiddin...I be N'Arleans' king of Thieves...It don't hurt ta be polite and ask before ya break in da place."
Logan quirked an eyebrow at the man, as Storm smiled following them outside.
Walking up to the side of the building, Jean-Luc looked around and spotted a way in. "I'm pretty sure you can get up there right?" He looked to Logan who nodded, "And you can fly right?"
"Yes." Storm answered.
"Alright let's go." Jean-Luc ordered as he grasped the side of the building and climbed.
Logan was quite impressed, the guy was quick for his age, half a minute and he was already at the window, waiting for them.
Quickly but silently making their way through the attic of the old building where they kept all the props. Jean-Luc spotted an old door that was opened a crack, without making a sound he peeked out and smiled as he spotted his boy sitting on one of the beams one leg dangling over the side while he rested his arm and leaned his head on the other. "Mr.LeBeau..." Storm whispered, Jean-Luc motioned for them to keep quiet.
A woman was now singing about her lost love on stage, Remy hadn't even noticed his father creep out, slowly making his way behind him. Logan and Storm watched from the doorway. Kneeling down Jean-Luc watched his son and smiled. Feeling a presence behind him Remy frowned quickly turned his head and gasped, looking as if he was about to make a run for it Jean-Luc gently took hold of his son's arm and motioned for him to get up. Looking down at the people below him, Remy then heard a small creak turning his head towards the noise, he drew in a quick breath as he spotted Logan and Ororo, feeling a tug at his arm Remy followed his father through the door they had come from.
"What do ya tink your doing?" Jean-Luc asked as he closed the door behind his son. Muffling the music below them.
Remy smiled sheepishly. "Well it's kinda hard ta leave town when you've got people looking for ya at every exit." Not being able to handle the look of dissapointement in his father's eyes, Remy looked away.
Jean-Luc ran his hand through his hair, stood up straight and then leaned against the wall crossing his arms to his chest. "Ya still wanna play dis game with me?" Jean-Luc frowned, "You know what I mean boy...Why d'ya run Remy?" he asked.
Remy didn't answer he just bowed his head and looked at the floor, shuffling his feet.
"Dis ain't like you petite..." taking a few steps forward Jean-Luc lifted his son's head with his hands, forcing him to look in his eyes. "Remy..." Seeing the look of fear in the boy's eyes, a few tears rolling down his cheek. Jean-Luc pulled him forward bringing him close and wrapped his arms around him. "Please just stop runnin' ya scare de hell out of me ev'rytime ya do..." He whispered. "We'll figure somet'ing out petite...just stop runnin'."
"Your pops right pup, you'll be safer if ya stay with us for awhile. At least until your wounds are fully healed."
"C'mon let's go back to da mansion, if Tante don' have you around ta fuss over she gonna make my life miserable." Jean-Luc smiled when Remy laughed.
