Hearing the group coming downstairs, Remy sighed as he grabbed a blanket and made himself comfortable on the couch closing his eyes he forced himself to shut out all the noise they were making and pretended to have fallen asleep.
Logan looked at the boy, then at Charles, "You do know he really ain't asleep right..."
Charles smiled, "Yes I know let's leave him be for a little while...he knows now that we are here for him, that we will do everything possible for him."
"Yeah he knows...that still doesn't mean he'll let us do everything possible for him..." Logan answered.
Storm sighed as she made her way to the kitchen, "He will accept our help, sooner or later even if it is to get away from us...all he needs is a bit of time..." she murmured.
As they talked Remy had actually managed to fall asleep, and dreamt of the usual nightmare he always had every time he closed his eyes...Antarctica.
XXX
Blind, hungry, exhausted, and freezing, Remy shivered as he fell to his knees crying out as the last bit of strength left him Remy charged the last rocks he had managed to find then passed out. Two days later he found himself lying on a cot in a plane, Remy looked around and found nothing but darkness, "Don't freak out there partner, you gonna be alright you got lucky that we found ya..." Though he couldn't see Remy heard, apparently a snow storm forced the plane to land, as the pilots waited for the storm to pass they just happened to notice a small fire a few hundred feet before them, ignoring the chatter Remy closed his eyes and tried to rest his tired body.
When the plane had landed the pilots had called for a doctor who immediately had Remy flown to a hospital by helicopter, Remy had stopped caring for some time now, he just stared out at nothing, still shivering and refusing to eat or talk to anybody something had just snapped in his head as he lay on the hospital bed with at least five heating blankets, his eyes were covered with a bandage in order to keep the light out, from time to time he would lift the bandage off his eyes to test them and after two weeks in the hospital he could make out the shapes of the objects in the dark room, 'Why am...I even trying ta stay alive...' he thought to himself, 'Everyone trying ta get me killed, or want me dead anyway...so why bother...' he groaned as he tried to get comfortable.
A nurse entered his room, Remy flinched he could sense her happy thoughts he so hated having people annoy him like this, "How ya doing honey?" she chirped. "Ya not gonna give me da silent treatment again are ya?" she smirked as she checked the monitors, then sighed as she noticed that he had removed his IV's again. "Listen sweetie, I know you might not like having these wires and tubes in ya but your body needs this stuff okay...you can't keep taking these off..." she scolded.
All the time Remy was cursing and yelling at her in his head to shut the hell up, they didn't know why he hated hospitals, or that he was a master thief, hell they didn't even know his name.
"Alright now ya all set...I'll come check in on ya in a little while, okay?" she chirped, as she lifted the blankets up to his chin then stepped back waiting a few moments hoping he'd at least say or do something, which he didn't. Sighing her disappointment, the nurse silently left the dark room, leaving Remy alone yet again.
Turning his head to the right Remy could hear the rain as it hit the window, slowly lifting the bandage wrapped around his eyes and taking it off, Remy saw that it was obviously a gloomy day outside, slowly getting up he walked around the room, trying to keep his balance, looking around he saw a closet and rummaged through it finding some of his old clothes as well as new ones with the few effects he had on him, a key on a chain, and a watch slowly putting them on he also found a pair of sunglasses on the top shelf, wrapping his coat around his body Remy took a breath and walked out of his room creeping passed the nurses station.
Leaving the hospital was a very slow going process but at least now he was out, hugging his coat to his body to try and stay warm Remy made his way to a pharmacy, eyeing the back room where they kept the medication Remy looked at the stuff on the shelves and grabbed a bottle of alcohol pouring it on the floor and on the shelves Remy lit a match to create a small distraction. As the pharmacists rushed out from the back room to put out the fire, Remy snuck in the back and grabbed every kind of drug on hand, sneaking back out Remy left the building and made his way to the nearest bank, heading for a cashier he asked to get to the safe deposit box he had, the teller led him in the privacy of a room, taking out his key that he always kept with him he opened the box. Taking out a cell phone, a few credit cards and a bundle of cash, Remy held on to the table as he suddenly had a coughing fit, kneeling to the floor Remy gasped for breath.
After a few moments Remy stood up shakily, taking out three packs of cards from the box as well as a case of lock picks, Remy grabbed a small bag from within the box and shoved everything he had taken out within, locking the box again, Remy put it away and left the bank, taking out the cell he called for a room at a hotel, then headed for a clothes store. Grabbing half a dozen shirts, pants and whatever in his size, including boots not caring what color they were he slowly made his way to the smiling cashier, again cursing her happy little thoughts, when she had said 'Have a nice day...' after she handed his purchases Remy's thoughts were 'Go to hell...', leaving the store he hailed a cab Remy gave the driver directions to the hotel, resting his head on the seat and closing his eyes he sighed as he waited for the cab to arrive at it's intended destination, about half an hour later the driver banged on the window behind him to awaken his slumbering passenger, "Wha?"
"We're here man..."
Remy looked around handed the driver a fifty and grimaced as he got out of the cab, slowly entering the hotel, Remy checked himself in using a false name and waited patiently for the man to give him a key, walking to the elevator, Remy scowled at the people who looked at him, opening the door to his room, Remy turned up the heat and made his way to the bed.
Shrugging off the coat he was wearing Remy looked through the pockets dumping the pill bottles on the bed he dropped everything else to the floor, looking through the bottles Remy opened the ones who were prescribed for pain and popped a few in his mouth, then wrapping himself with the blankets, laid down in the bed to tried to get a few hours sleep.
When he woke up, Remy slowly opened his eyes which was a huge mistake as he cried out keeping his eyes shut Remy fell off the bed and crawled to the windows pulling on the curtains, covering the room in darkness now in a fit of rage at the thought of why he couldn't go out during the day Remy broke the lamps as well as all the bulbs within the room including kicking and throwing a few pieces of furniture. Now totally drained Remy sluggishly made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower waiting until steam clouded the mirrors then stripped off his clothes and stepped under the scalding hot water. Now a little warmer, Remy made himself comfortable on the bed and turned on the TV, closing his eyes, he turned his body away from the screen and listened to whatever movie was on, not caring what it was he just didn't want to feel alone at the moment.
That little routine was mostly how he'd spend his days, ordering a little food from room service as well as a shit load of aspirin, Remy would just lie in bed wondering why this happened, there was nothing more he could do he was extremely exhausted from not sleeping with all the nightmares he'd have. After Antarctica the little event had triggered memories from his past, which started to resurface very frequently.
Sighing Remy turned in his bed to lay on his back and groaned as he thought of his so called teammates. Apparently according to the X-men making one tiny mistake meant you had to pay with your life, 'Knew I shouldn't have joined...' he scolded himself, 'Evah since they found out I be a tief they always look at me as if I had a disease or something...Apparently being raised by a tief is a bad ting...' he mused. "Raised by a tief..." he repeated to himself. 'Haven't called papa in a while...he probably worried bout me...' Remy turned his head towards the phone and instinctively reached for the receiver then looked himself over, 'He probably rush over here...don't want him seeing me like dis...' he sighed then dropped his hand back on the bed, wincing as he sat up and got out of bed heading for the bathroom as he started shivering.
Turning on the shower he glanced at himself in the mirror as he had taken his shirts off. Remy gasped he looked like hell, now extremely skinny, his skin was deathly pale, the scars that adorned his body over the years were more visible, the inside had to look worse than the outside considering how sick he really was, "Mon dieu..." he whispered as a tear rolled down his cheek, 'Dis can't be me...' he thought, then doubled over Remy rushed over to the toilet and threw up, glancing at the scars on his wrists, Remy leaned back resting against the wall. "Too bad it didn't end then..." he groaned, as he thought of that day he had tried to take his life.
FlashBack
Not being able to take another day in the freezing cold Remy felt totally lost, 'Why leave me out here to die alone...why not just cast me out of the mansion and let me leave with dignity...' he shivered madly as he was clad only in a pair of boots pants and a thin shirt digging through the snow until his fingers bled to try and find something he could charge. Remy felt around as he couldn't see a damn thing his hand brushed against something sharp wrapping his hand around it he grabbed the chunk of ice hesitating for a few moments Remy took a deep shuddering breath and slashed at his wrists numerous times not caring anymore, hell he couldn't even feel the pain anymore. Suddenly stopping Remy dropped the piece of ice and grabbed at his shirt tearing a few long pieces to wrap his wrists up. Thinking of his father is what caused him to stop and try to go on.
End Flashback
XXX
Remy jolted awake and looked around him a few blankets were covering him, and the heat lamp was on, Hank and Charles were talking in the kitchen while Storm sat in the chair next to him reading a book.
Sensing the Professor approach Remy flinched, "Calm yourself Remy, as I've said before no harm shall come to you..." Xavier paused for a moment as he tried to choose his words carefully, "I truly am sorry for what you're going through, and for what you went through...it never should have happened..."
"Yeah the minute we found out that um...you were left behind, we never stopped looking for you kiddo..." Logan thought it wise to not mention Rogue at least for now.
Remy only glared at them not saying a word, and he surely wouldn't, hell he hadn't even moved. Charles thought it a bit too soon but figured he might as well try it he wanted the clever little thief to start talking, moving and eating again, "Would you like me to contact your family...perhaps your father?"
That did it Remy was now furious, how dare he bring his family into this, how the hell did he even know he had a family. Slowly standing Remy left the living room and headed for the kitchen, "You can't keep ignoring us pup...you have to talk about it sooner or later..." Logan followed the Cajun.
At that Remy laughed, "Ya wanna talk...aheh okay let's talk...so..." Remy cleared his throat as he looked through the cupboards for a glass, "What's new?" he asked not really caring what Logan's answer was. Hank, and Storm sat at the table, Xavier sat beside Hank while Logan leaned against the counter and crossed his arms to his chest.
Logan sighed, "Not much..."
"Not...much..." Remy repeated as he filled his glass with water then turned to face the four, "Dat not really a good ice breaker as an answer Wolfie ya should really improve on ya speech, ya know make the conversation a bit more what's da word interestin'..." he smirked.
Logan chuckled as he saw the small smile on the boy's face. "Alright why don't we practice then, how've you been?"
"Sick and dying...how've you been?" Remy answered getting rid of his smirk and replacing it with a frown and kept his eyes locked on the Wolverine, "There I talked, look I be cured..." he drawled sarcastically, "...can I go now?" he asked.
"No you most certainly are not cured and you most definitely cannot go..." Hank glowered then sighed.
"Really why da hell is dat?" Remy drawled leaning against the counter.
"Explain to me the cuts on your wrists...My god Remy you tried to kill yourself..." Hank leaned his elbow on the table resting his chin on his hand.
Remy snorted, "Of course..."
"Why?" Storm whispered.
"Well it was either dat...or starve...or...FREEZE TA FUCKEN DEATH..." Remy wheezed as he threw the glass against the cupboards behind him, "Take your fucken pick..." he growled, then started coughing.
"Calm down Remy..." Charles warned as he, being the powerful telepath that he was felt all of Remy's emotions course through him, while Hank stood and went to Remy's side.
"Calm down he says..." Remy chuckled, "Look I don't want ya fucken help, I don't want any of ya near me let alone touch me..." Remy wretched his arm free from Hank's grasp, "I been fucked with and used enough times ta know when ta take a hint, and leaving a X-men...sorry ex-teammate ta die out on a frozen wasteland with no chance in surviving is a pretty big fucken hint...now fuck you very much and let me get the fuck out of this crapfest you call a home full of hypocrites and people who don't give a sweet fuck bout anything or anyone but themselves... so I can go die in peace somewhere...preferably somewhere warm..." Remy seethed, as he pushed his way passed Hank and headed for the bathroom.
Charles lifted his hand to stop the others from pursuing, to give Gambit a little time to himself, obviously he needed to cool off.
Logan grunted, "Well that didn't go too well..."
"No it didn't and it will get worse, he was trembling when I was holding him up, either from lack of food, or the drugs he was on have worn off..." Hank sighed as he scratched his chin. "Perhaps you should call his father..." Hank turned to Charles.
Charles sighed, "When I mentioned it, he felt angered as well as frightened...I don't think he wants his father to see him in this state..."
"You did say that they were very close did you not?" Charles nodded as he glanced towards the bathroom door, where they could hear Remy coughing, "Perhaps you should call him, right now Remy might need his father..."
"Yeah if ya hadn't noticed he's not doing too well...and neither are we unless we drug him or take care of him when he's fast asleep or tie him up, he won't let us do much to help him...his pops might get him to cooperate more...he'll also probably be extremely pissed at us, but hey I'm willing ta get a yelling if it means helping the kid..."
Charles chuckled and nodded his head, "Very well I'll call him in the morning...meanwhile I believe that Remy hasn't had a bite to eat yet..."
"I'll go speak with him..." Storm volunteered as she walked to the bathroom door and gently knocked, "Remy?" she sighed when she didn't get any response, "Remy please may I come in?" she asked still not hearing an answer she tried the door which was amazingly unlocked, slowly turning the knob Storm opened the door Remy was sitting on the floor beside the tub his arms resting on his knees, staring at the cupboard before him. Storm sat beside him, "Remy..." she whispered, Remy looked at her then hid his face in his arms, Storm wrapped her arms around his shoulders hugging him to her. After a few moments "How about a very light breakfast, and a walk around the lake?" she suggested. "I will summon the clouds to hide the sun and a dense fog to hide us from view of the mansion...The students have been warned to stay away from the boathouse, they also don't know that you are alive...so there is nothing to fear dear brother."
"Hn easy for you ta say..." Remy snorted as he pulled out of her grasp, "Nobody wants ya dead..." Slowly standing he stepped to the sink and turned on the water cupping his right hand under the cool stream of water, then lifted his palm to his mouth and sipped the water, looking at himself in the mirror Remy sighed as he watched Storm stand beside him. Sure he was still a bit pissed but he couldn't stay mad at Storm, he loved her like a sister.
"You really should try and eat a little something Remy..." Remy sighed as he closed his eyes...he was so tired.
"Maybe later chère..." he whispered.
"Come let us get you back on the couch where you can sleep a bit more comfortably..." Storm gently grasped his arm and led him out of the bathroom and into the living room, tucking him in she turned on the heat lamp and kissed his forehead, Remy was already fast asleep. Turning to the others she told them that he would try and eat something later, meanwhile Hank again hooked up the thief to the IV's.
A few hours later Remy's eyes fluttered open and he found a pair of big brown eyes staring back at him, taking a breath Remy sighed, 'I guess I could try and eat a little something to get them to shut the hell up and leave me alone for a few fricken hours...'
"Well now that was a long nap..." Hank plastered one of his big ol' smiles on his face.
"Could ya'll stop with the I'm so happy crap...ya making me lose my appetite..." Remy groaned as he pushed off his blankets and made his way to the kitchen, sat at the table and leaned his head on his arms.
"Just trying to be friendly..." Hank sighed as he entered the kitchen and placed a bowl of warm porridge in front of the Cajun as well as a plate filled with fresh cut fruit.
"Well quit it nothing friendly 'bout it...not one ta trust a smiling innocent face anymore..." he growled as he picked at the food before him. Then looked up at the blue furry doctor, "So what ya'll gonna do to this here Cajun ta make him all better..." he asked sarcastically.
"Well first you are going to eat your lunch..." Hank pointed to the food before him on the table, "And then get a bit of fresh air and exercise, Logan and Storm shall accompany you for a walk...within the woods."
Remy who still hadn't touched his food smirked, "Hn...fresh air and a meal...is dat all...well damn homme let's get dis over with so I can get da hell out of here..."
"I'm afraid it's not that simple..."
"Of course it ain't...it nevah is..." Remy groaned as he started to play with his food.
"Are you planning to eat that or make various works of art with it?"
Remy chuckled as he lifted a spoonful of the creamy goop tilted his spoon sideways and watched as the porridge fell back into the bowl with a plop. Sighing at the look on Hank's face which seemed unimpressed, Remy grabbed a few grapes, as well as a few pieces of banana and popped them in his mouth. "There happy now?" Remy asked his mouth full.
"I will be once you either eat all of the porridge, or every single piece of fruit from that plate..." With that said Remy started laughing silently, "Is something funny?" Hank asked quirking an eyebrow.
"Oh no most definitely not...I'll just keep stuffing my face if ya like...so I can puke my guts out the moment I finish..." he smirked then frowned at the doctor. Looking at the fruit Remy chose a few select pieces of apples then smirked as he stood and started chewing on the slices, leaving the doctor to sit alone in the kitchen.
A few moments later Logan and Storm arrived, "Please tell me he ate somethin'" Logan asked as he entered the kitchen while Storm greeted the thief in the living room.
"A few pieces of fruit...he told me that he has very little appetite now, his stomach can't handle it..."
"Alright well at least it's something...hey Gumbo come on let's go for a walk..."
"Yeah sure why not..." Remy drawled.
By the sound of the boy's voice Logan knew very well that he was just humoring the X-men, and most definitely did not want to do as they asked, 'Hn he probably figures that if he gives us a day then he's off the hook and we'll leave him alone...' Logan thought to himself as he watched the young LeBeau put on an extra shirt and a heavy jacket, as well as a pair of sunglasses. Storm stepped outside and called up big gray puffy clouds and a very thick fog. Smiling she held out her hand and grasped Remy's right hand and led him outside.
As they walked down the wooded trail, Remy nervously looked around at his surroundings, "Calm down pup..." Logan laid a hand on his shoulder, which Remy quickly stepped forward to get Logan to release him 'Damn all that fear...he reeks of it...' Logan sighed, "...no one knows you're here, even if they did they'd have to get through us first...and Chuck's warned them that they'd get expelled from the school...if they come near this place." Logan kinda embellished a bit in trying to comfort the crafty little thief.
"Yah sure...you tink that would stop a bunch a disobedient troublesome teenagers...who actually tried ta kill off one of their own?" Remy hissed as he looked behind him. Storm walked in front of him and laid her hands on his chest.
"Remy please let's not talk about this now...it is a beautiful day let's not waste it..." Storm pleaded resting her hand on his cheek, Remy looked up and stared in her eyes, then turned his head away from her touch, and continued his little walk.
"Whatever..." he drawled.
Logan
sighed as he grasped Storm by the arm leading her as they followed Remy
around the woods, Remy could feel their eyes on him, he so hated that
feeling.
Wanting so much to run off and disappear throught the lush
forest, he knew it would be fruitless since Logan would probably plow
him down and drag him back to the boathouse, Remy suddenly stopped and
frowned, 'What the fuck is wrong with these people, they get pissed at
me, they hurt me, they try to kill me...and now they want to help me,
there has to be some weird reason for that...'
"Hey Gumbo you alright?" Logan asked, he'd been trying to get his attention for the last five minutes.
Hearing the question Remy shook his head. "Wha?"
"You alright...you've been spacing for the last five minutes..." Logan stepped forward.
Remy frowned looking at Logan from head to toe and backed off a few steps, "M'fine..." he lied stepping away from the two. Storm and Logan both looked at each other knowing very well that something was wrong, Remy looked at them as if they had a dozen guns pointed at him.
"Think maybe you've had enough exercise for today why don't we head back to the boathouse..." Logan tried to coax.
"Why so you can lock me up in that little shack of a house...like a prison." he growled taking another few steps back.
Storm looked at him, "Remy...what?"
Eyeing the thief carefully Logan knew that he was about to run off when he'd get the chance Logan lifted his hands, "Don't do it pup...your sick remember, you can't out run me so don't even try you'll only hurt yourself if ya do...please just don't..." Logan pleaded. Remy frowned and shook his head, again taking a few steps back. 'Damnit he's gonna do it...he's freaking out...' "Don't..." Logan warned again keeping his eyes locked on Remy's.
'They plannin' somethin'...'M bein' used again...dis gonna end bad as usual...' Remy kept thinking to himself, and leaned against a tree sliding down to the ground, Remy rested his head on his knees and shut his eyes, he was so tired.
Logan sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, Storm knelt down beside Remy whispering in his ear, trying to coax him to return to the boathouse so he could rest. Logan looked around and crouched to the ground sniffing the air. Storm helped Remy on his feet and let him lean against her as she led him back to the boathouse. Logan stood and frowned as he looked around then growled when he smelled someone in the vicinity. Unsheathing his claws Logan growled as he glanced over his shoulder, Remy and Storm were out of sight. "You were warned...Jubes...unless ya want punture wounds in ya get out here now..." he hissed.
Jubilee slowly walked in view, "Hi..." she smiled shyly.
"What the hell are you doing here and don't tell me your practising your sneaking techniques..." he stepped forward grasping her shoulders a bit roughly, "What did you see, what did you hear..." he growled.
"Nothing...I just got here, I swear...Logan your hurting me..." she cried totally afraid at the look in Wolverine's eyes.
"Go back to the mansion, and don't even think about coming back here again, sweetheart...you might not be so lucky next time..." he seethed releasing her giving her a rather dissapointing look, then turned and sprinted back to the boathouse. When he entered the boathouse Remy was pacing the living room clutching a pillow to his chest, "Now what...where's Storm?" he whispered eyeing Hank.
"He just suddenly stood and started mumbling about in french, I've no idea he shows no signs that it was the drugs...She went into town to gather a few things, he was sitting quietly before she left..."
"Don't tell me he's losing his mind..." Logan hissed. "Where the hell's Chuck?"
"He was called to the mansion, I've no idea how long he'll be..." Hank answered, as he watched Remy.
"What...Why...dey can't...non..." he groaned throwing the pillow across the room and running his fingers through his hair, he was obviously starting to panic.
"Remy...please try to calm down..." Hank slowly approached and tried to speak in a soothing voice.
"Non..." Remy growled as he stood up straight his eyes blazing. "What da hell do ya want?"
Hank and Logan kept quiet amazed at how fast the thief's moods quickly changed. As Remy started to pace the room again, fear now replaced with anger.
"Remy..." Hank tried again.
"SHUT-UP..." he hissed, "I didn't kill the Morlocks, yet I was punished for that crime...even people on death row get a last meal...Ya'll didn't even let me have a fighting chance...my body can't take anymore I'm totally fucked for life..." he snarled then grabbed his head closed his eyes and fell to his knees groaning at the tremendous amount of pain pulsing through his head...he couldn't take it anymore his shields were now almost completely gone...falling to his knees, blood gushed out of a gash on his forehead, as he kept slamming his head on the floor in trying to rid himself of the thoughts and pain plaguing his mind, Logan pulled him up to him and tried to hold him while Hank injected him with a mild sedative, "Please Hank...just let me die...it's what ya'll wanted isn't it?" Remy pleaded, as he struggled in Logan's hold he sure as hell didn't want to keep living like this.
Jean and Scott as well as every single student within the mansion gasped as they all felt a light pain course through their heads, "What the hell was that?" Scott and Bobby asked looking around.
"Oh my god..." Jean gasped as she stood and rushed outside heading for the boathouse, Scott close behind her.
Scott hurried after her, "Jean...what the...Jesus is that..." finally realizing who's emotions and thoughts he was feeling asked, Jean didn't answer as she slammed the front door open and stared at the fallen thief.
Jean rushed over to him while Scott just stared, "Remy...let me help you...oh my god..." she cringed as she felt another wave of pain course through him, then the drugs took effect and he passed out.
"Why the hell didn't you tell us Remy was still alive..." Scott seethed stepping forward.
"Have you seen or heard the people you live with..." Logan growled.
Scott sighed, "Good point...Why is it so dark in here..." he asked as he nearly tripped over a chair.
Hank kneeled down and checked Remy's vitals, "Remy's eyes are so sensitive because of the long exposure from the brightness of the snow...they can't handle the smallest amount of light..."
"Why are his shields so weak..." Jean asked totally worried, with a trembling hand she reached out to the thief.
Logan swatted it away as he held Gambit in his arms the boy's back leaned up against Logan's chest resting his chin on the boy's head Logan slowly rocked him back and forth as a mother would a child, then looked at Jean with a stupid look, "Drugs for the pain he's feeling physically as well as mentally, he can't keep anything down, he's constantly cold, he's sick with pneumonia, hypothermia and frostbite...his body refuses to heal itself, his powers won't work because he's exhausted them in Antarctica in trying to keep warm, he's tried to kill himself...he doesn't give a fuck anymore about anyone or anything...TAKE YOUR FUCKEN PICK..." he growled as he slowly stood and helped Hank carry Remy to the couch.
Both Jean and Scott were speechless as they watched the men carry the broken thief to the couch, "Where is Charles?" Hank asked as he grabbed a blanket and covered Gambit with it then turned on the heat lamp, and started cleaning the gash on his forehead. When Hank didn't get an immediate answer, he looked up, "JEAN..."
"What oh I think he's in town..."
"I'll try his cell..." Logan answered as he made his way to the phone.
"I take it that after that little episode, everyone in the mansion now know of our guest?" Hank asked, Scott nodded.
"Well Scotty ya better make sure they don't come near this place cause they'll have to get through three pissed off mutants to get to gumbo..."
"Three?" Jean asked.
"Yes Storm promised that if anyone tried to harm our sick little Cajun that she would...how did she put it?" Hank asked Logan.
Logan thought for a moment as he dialed the number, "Let's see, you'll get no warning as she'll make a storm so bad that no one will live through it..." he smirked, "She should be here in a few minutes, if I were you I'd scram, remember you two ain't supposed ta be here, now get lost..." he growled as he waited for Charles to answer.
"But what about Remy...someone has to fix the damage..." Jean stepped forward.
"Chuck will do it, last thing Rem needs is you in his head...Hey Chuck ya better get back here quick Rem's shields are almost totally gone...plus the whole mansion now know he's here...right...no he was projecting, he's sedated now...alright...hurry..." Logan hung up, "He's on his way..." then looked back to the door, "What the hell are you two still doing here...I thought I told you to leave and make sure no one comes here..."
"But..."
"No but's...get lost..." he growled as he shoved them out the door.
Jean and Scott slowly walked back to the mansion, "I can't believe they hid Remy from us..."
"Yeah did you see him he looked horrible..." Scott answered feeling bad.
As they entered the mansion they were plagued with questions by everyone.
"What the hell was that?" Bobby pushed passed the crowd.
"Was that really Gambit?" Kitty asked horrified.
"Oh my god he's alive..." Jubilee asked surprised.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Warren and a few others growled.
"Everyone calm down...the Professor's on his way...right now for your protection you all have to stay in the mansion." Scott spoke up.
"Protection?" Bobby asked confused.
"Yes protection...Hank, Storm and Logan are the ones taking care of Remy, they told us to warn all of you they're going to do whatever it takes to protect him...their not going to let any of you go near him." Jean answered.
"But..."
"No buts...when the Professor arrives he'll answer any question you all might have..." Scott stood at the entrance to make sure they got the point and watched as everyone turned and left the hall.