When Remy woke up he was covered in sweat, he hated when he had those stupid nightmares about Antarctica slowly opening his eyes there was no doubt about it he felt like shit, then suddenly he had a weird feeling that there was someone in the room with him, slowly lifting his head and tilting his body he saw someone sitting in a chair his eyes quickly widened. 'What the...how the fuck did he...shit.' Slowly getting out of bed he grabbed his bag which he didn't bother to unpack since he was only supposed to stay a few days, and snuck out of the room, he glanced at the clock it was almost six, and it was still pouring outside. 'Damnit' putting his boots on he hurriedly left the apartment, putting on his trench coat he ran down the hall and silently pleaded with the elevator to hurry up. The moment the doors closed he felt relieved as he leaned against the wall, putting on his sunglasses Remy walked as quickly as his body would let him. After paying his bill at the desk, he was greeted by the doorman.
"Well good morning Mr.LeBeau my your up early this morning."
Remy smiled, "Morning Terry, would ya be so kind as ta hail me a cab?"
"Of course sir, wait here a moment." Terry said going outside with an umbrella, after a few moments spotted a cab, and jogged back in.
After thanking the young man and giving him a few bucks, Remy quickly got in the cab and directed the cab driver. "Café Francois s'il-vous-plait." Remy released the breath he was holding and coughed for a few minutes after he gained control over it he started to calm down a bit. After about forty five minutes, the cab arrived to it's destination, and Remy ordered a simple breakfast, with hot coffee which was a must, savoring the coffee more than the meal he watched the rain, mentally planning the heist he had to do tonight knowing damn well that it would be harder because of the break-in early this morning.
After waking up with no Remy in sight, Logan made his way to the desk at the entrance, the clerk looked at him. "Can I help you sir?"
"Yeah I'm a friend of Remy LeBeau I was supposed to meet him this morning but I guess I missed him, you wouldn't know where he'd gone would you, It's very important I speak to him."
"I'm afraid not sir, you just missed him by like fifteen minutes."
"What?" Logan rasped.
The clerk though for a moment then spotted the doorman, "Terry." He called.
"Yes sir?"
"You hailed a cab for Mr.LeBeau a few moments ago?" Terry nodded. "Do you know where he went?"
Terry shook his head "I'm sorry sir, no I don't but he usually goes to Café Francois for breakfast whenever he's in town."
"Café Francois?" Logan repeated and smiled when Terry nodded. "Thank you." Logan shook the man's hand and rushed out the door. Getting into the first cab he saw he urged the driver that he'd give him a big tip if he could get them there fast, he knew that place since Café Francois was a three minute walk from where the X-Men were staying.
"Damnit it's almost seven why the hell hasn't Logan called yet?" Rogue grumbled out as she paced the room.
"Will you calm down your carving a groove in the floor, Logan's probably chatting with Gambit or something and lost track of time." Bobby snorted.
"Shut up Bobby, unless ya want my fist pounding your face."
"Both of you shut-up." Scott yelled out.
"Storm are you all right?" Jean asked.
"Yes I think I'll go out to get some air, maybe a coffee at the Café near here do any of you want anything?" she asked, everyone shook their heads no and Storm left.
After a few minutes Ororo entered the café and made her way to the counter, giving her order, now with coffee in hand she turned to find a seat and found herself face to face with a frantic Logan. "Logan?"
"'Ro ya seen Remy he..." Logan looked around the café. And saw a man wearing a trench coat leaving by the back door. "Come on 'Ro I'll explain on the way." He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him through the back door. Running out the alleyway they saw Remy get on a bus. Pushing through the crowds they made their way on board just as the doors were closing, and slowly approached the now glaring Cajun that looked extremely pale. Sitting down in front of him, Storm had tears in her eyes.
"Remy..." She cried, but was cut off.
"DON'T." Remy growled as he turned away in disgust.
"Listen Gumbo..." Logan tried.
"Non, you listen. I'm dead remember, I don't exist so fuck off." He seethed.
"Remy please..." Ororo pleaded, as a tear ran down her cheek.
"Please what, come back to da X-men? So Remy can be made a fool of I don't tink so. We've missed ya, like most of ya aren't happy at the thought of Gambit being dead. We've been lookin all over for ya?...BULLSHIT! Ya'll only used the hell out of me den threw me to da wolves. Your as bad as Sinister, I ain't going through all dat shit 'gain so fuck off." Remy stood up and made his way to the front of the bus with every intention of getting off.
But his exit was blocked by a growling Canadian. "Alright ya said your peace now you listen bub, we did search for ya for two months in that frozen wasteland, ALL OF US...if Rogue had told us sooner we would have dragged your scrawny ass out of there in no time, but she didn't because when she kissed ya she absorbed your thoughts, they controlled her. And we had no idea where ta start looking. Xavier spent weeks on Cerebro for days on end until he was physically exhausted, then Jean would take over. You have no idea how much hell we went through to try and get you back."
Remy sighed and looked down pretending to consider what Logan had said, seeing his chance when Logan shifted his weight Remy muttered "Non...you have no idea what hell is like, unlike you I'm still sufferin'!" He growled and pushed himself past him.
Fearing that she would never see the man that she considered her brother again. Storm lunged at Remy and grabbed his arm. "No Remy please...I've lost you once I cannot lose you again." She sobbed.
Remy turned to her, "Ya got over it once Stormy, ya can do it 'gain." He rasped as he rested his forehead on hers and kissed her cheek, prying his arm away from her hold he quickly made the driver stop the bus and got off.
As the bus continued on to it's next stop Logan hugged Ororo as she cried. "Oh Logan..."
"I know 'Ro..." Logan ran his hand up and down her back to calm her.
Taking a thirty-minute walk back to their hotel Logan kept an arm around Storm, she was still crying but not as bad as before, as they entered the room everyone looked up, "What happened?" Jean asked as she walked up to Storm and grasped her by the shoulders.
"Where's Remy?" Rogue hissed,
"Yeah where is the thieving little Cajun..." Bobby grinned.
"SHUT-UP!" Scott yelled out. When everyone stopped talking Scott asked. "What happened, where's Remy?"
"You want it straight out or sugar coated?" Logan asked as he watched Ororo walk to the bathroom closing the door behind her. Everyone just looked at each other, Logan continued, "In one word...he's pissed."
Bobby smirked "Heh, is it to late to get it sugar coated?"
"That was sugar coated, to list them off he basically told us to fuck off, that he wouldn't be made a fool of, he thinks that we're glad that we thought he was dead, he thinks we only used him. And that we were as bad as Sinister, that he wasn't going through all dat shit again, I told him that wasn't true that we went through hell to try and get him back..."
Suddenly Storm burst out of the bathroom, "Logan what did he mean when he said that he was still suffering?"
Logan thought for a moment, "Don't know 'Ro I heard him say last night, how he was scared of getting sick again...he did look pale and was kinda skinny...maybe cause of Antarctica he gets sick real easily...I don't know."
"Wait Remy's sick?" Rogue cried.
"We don't know anything darlin', not yet but we're gonna find out." Logan growled.
Deciding that he couldn't stay in this city any longer. Remy quickly made his way to the museum and snuck in, it was a little after eight and it only opened at ten, quickly making his way to the jewels he surprised himself by stealing them in record time, putting them in a metal cylinder that could not be detected by airport security, he hurriedly made his way out of the museum like forty minutes later, hailed a cab to the airport, and booked the first flight to New Orleans.
Sitting back in one of the chairs in the lobby, he had to wait two hours for his flight he watched the TV that was mounted up to the ceiling while sipping some horrid tasting coffee. He was still tired, and he felt like shit. Throwing the coffee away Remy leaned his head in his hands, and felt that his forehead was really warm. Slowly getting up he made his way to the little newsstand within the airport and bought some aspirin, muttering "Knew I was gonna fucken get sick, Mattie gonna kick my ass." While taking a few.
Boarding the plane was no problem, he slept for about an hour, he was having a very good dream when a stewardess rudely woke him up saying that they would be landing soon, quickly getting up he grabbed the phone onboard and called his brother. "Where you at petit frère?"
"Haven't landed yet, ya think ya can come pick me up. I feel like shit."
"Course what time?"
"'Bout half an hour."
"No problem, see ya later, k."
"Yeah, bye."
Remy slowly made his way back to his seat and cringed at the sound everyone was making, he had a huge headache 'Please all of ya shut-up.' He silently pleaded.
As the stewardess' called out on the intercom for everyone to buckle up that they would be landing in ten minutes, Remy took slow deep breaths, he really felt like he was going to throw up.
Off the plane, the fresh air helped him from puking, that he was grateful, waiting for his luggage, Remy heard his brother calling out to him, stopping at his side he asked. "Job done?" Remy nodded "Ah man you wer'nt kiddin petit frère, ya really do look like shit." Placing his hand on Remy's forehead, Henri hissed, "Remy you're burning up...were the hell's your luggage?" Remy pointed to the black bag with the red sticker on it. Henri picked it up and grabbed his brother by the arm, practically dragging him to the car; sitting in the drivers seat he opened the passenger door for Remy. Waiting until he sat down. "Tante not gonna be to happy 'bout this petite."
Remy leaned his head on his hand, took off his sunglasses and closed his eyes, "Yeah well tell her ta yell at the weather, cause I got a headache." He groaned taking slow deep breaths.
"Hey now ya need ta throw up ya tell me." Henri eyed his brother while starting the car. "Don want ta clean up no puke in my car." He warned.
Remy chuckled and sat straight leaning his head back opening the window to get some fresh air.
Finally arriving home Remy arrived to a hysterical Tante, "Oh my Remy's home, get yourself over here and give your old Tante a hug." Remy smiled and did as he was told, giving her a kiss on the cheek, Mattie leaned her head back noticing how pale he was taking Remy's head in her hands she frowned, "Now don't ya tell me ya got sick in Paris?" Remy didn't have time to answer as she felt his forehead and hissed. "Boy you get your butt up those stairs and inta bed, dis instant."
Remy glared at Henri who was laughing at him, quietly making his way upstairs Remy flipped his eldest brother off, which only made Henri laugh even harder.
After taking a long hot shower, Remy lay in bed on his side, trying very hard not to move Mattie had just given him some medicine that tasted awful. "Now ya rest chile and if ya need anything ya give me a shout." She ordered kissing his cheek.
Remy smiled. "Oui Tante."
As she was about to close the door she saw Jean-Luc enter the house. "Ya père just got home he'll be up in a few minutes." She smiled.
Making her way downstairs, "How was ya day Jean?" she asked taking his coat and briefcase.
"Alright I suppose...why what happened, ya got that look in ya eye."
"Remy's back home..."
"Really, where...is he all right?"
"He's in bed, got sick 'gain...told ya not to let 'im go to Paris." She smirked, while poking his arm. "If ya wanna see him ya better go now, just gave 'im some medicine he'll be asleep in no time."
Jean-Luc
sighed leaned down and kissed the woman on the cheek. "Merci Tante."
Making his way upstairs he quietly opened Remy's bedroom door and
entered.
"How's my boy?"
"M'fine papa, just tired." Jean-Luc carefully sat on the bed so he wouldn't disturb his youngest son too much who now lay on his back.
"Job done?" he asked.
Remy nodded "Jewels in the cylinder on the dresser."
Frowning Jean-Luc immediately knew something was wrong feeling Remy's forehead he asked "Ya sure your all right petite?"
"Mhmm."
"Remy look at me." Remy slowly opened his eyes and did as his father asked.
"Remy what happened in Paris even while ya sick I can tell there's something your not telling me, what is it?" Jean-Luc asked.
Remy slowly sat up and took a deep breath, immediately regretting doing so as he suddenly had a coughing fit Jean-Luc quickly wrapped an arm around his boy's chest to support him and gently patted his back with the other.
After a few moments Remy had control over his coughing and breathed deeply, brushing away the tears that had fallen as he fought to take a breath, "Ya all right?" Remy continued coughing, Jean-Luc went into Remy's bathroom coming back with a glass of water and a few bottles of pills, taking out the amount prescribed on the bottles, Jean-Luc handed the drugs and the water to his son who quickly swallowed them. Remy doubled over as his right hand fisted the sheets on his bed, his left hand fisted the sleeve of his father's shirt as Jean-Luc still held him up. "Ya all right?" Jean-Luc asked again.
Breathing deeply Remy nodded, leaned his head on his father's shoulder and whispered "X-men...found me in...Paris..."
Jean-Luc helped Remy sit up straight and tilted his head back "Who?" Remy looked at his father's eyes...he was definitely pissed.
"Wolverine and Storm..."
"And?"
"Told them ta fuck off...papa can we talk 'bout dis tomorrow I'm really tired."
Jean-Luc nodded and tucked his youngest in, kissing his forehead he quietly left the room cylinder in hand, cringing at hearing the rasp in his son's breathing as he tried to sleep.
