Chapter 3 Small talk

Westchester New York, Saturday 18th

Remy sat in the corner of the kitchen hugging his knees, it had been four days since he was brought to this place, and he missed Tante, his father and brother terribly, these people kept telling him that he would be well taken care of here and that he was safe. Remy didn't particularly care about that what bothered him was that he had been taken in then abandoned again what happened when these people got tired of him he didn't think he'd be able to handle that, he wanted his Tante so badly at the moment, but he wanted his father even more.

Everyone was so cheery and asked him if he wanted to play, and every time they did Remy would always look away and run into another room, Charles smiled when he stopped in front of the six year old who was now hiding behind a chair against the wall, "Hello Remy…" he smiled, "…if it's alright I would like you to meet someone…" he whispered, Storm knelt down and coaxed Remy to her lifting him in her arms, the two had decided that the boy needed to be seen by Hank just like every other new student that lived in the mansion. The moment he was brought into med-lab and introduced to the blue furry doctor, Remy ran out of the room and finding a good hiding spot he stayed there, the X-men searched the entire grounds, oddly enough Charles was not able to sense him until three hours later. A small smile graced Charles' lips when he finally did sense the little one. "He's in your garden Storm…"

"I wish he'd stop hiding…" she whispered as she left the man's office.

"Wait up 'Ro I'll go with ya…little tyke's gotta start getting used to other people around him…" Logan smirked as he followed her outside.

The two slowly entered the garden splitting up in searching for the boy, Logan opened his senses and looked around trying to spot the little red-head, seeing him sitting under a table, Logan shook his head and chuckled.

"Hey squirt how ya doing?" Logan asked with a smile Remy jumped and scurried away from him so he wasn't at arms reach watching as the man sat down on the ground in front of the kid, "You know if ya miss your daddy so much all ya gotta do is tell us his name and we'll find him for ya…"

Remy sighed, "Why bother…I used ta live on da streets…then papa found me and took me to his home then he left me…said he'd be right back but he nevah came back…"

Logan frowned a bit, "What exactly did he tell you?"

"Said he was gonna go help a lady, dat he'd be right back…" Remy whispered looking at the grass and hugging his knees.

Logan's eyes narrowed a bit as a few thoughts popped in his head, "Ya know what I'm kinda curious…I wanna know why he'd do something like that…I'm gonna find him for ya, okay…and we are going to ask him why he left ya…please will ya tell me his name?" Logan asked.

Remy looked at him, several minutes had passed as he tried to figure out if this man wanted to hurt or help him, but he loved his new family too much and wanted to know why he had been left behind, "Jean-Luc LeBeau…" he whispered.

"Hmmm that doesn't sound like a name commonly used in Egypt kiddo…"

"Non I don't live dere, live in N'Arleans…"

"Well that explains the accent…" Logan chuckled, "What were ya doing in Egypt?"

"Suppose ta be a vacation…" he whispered.

"Just you and your pops?" Logan asked, Remy nodded, "Do ya have any other family?"

"Mon frère Henri and Tante Mattie…" he whispered.

"Ya miss em a lot hun?" Remy slowly nodded. "It's alright kiddo, we're gonna find out what happened okay, come on let's go bug Storm she's real funny when she get's angry…" he smirked standing up and holding out his hand Remy stood as well but kept his distance.

The moment he saw Storm he bolted away from the Wolverine and ran towards the woman hiding behind her. "Are you alright?" she asked laying her hand on the boy's head.

Logan frowned a bit at the boy's actions as he followed Storm back to the mansion, Remy looked around at the questioning faces staring at him, Scott had a small smile on his face the boy seemed so curious. Remy sighed as he stepped away from Storm for a moment and looked at a portrait on the wall not noticing Bobby as he snuck behind the kid an evil grin adorning his face, his hands went to the boy's side, "Hiya kiddo…" he laughed tickling his sides.

Remy's eyes widened at the contact, Remy quickly turned and making a fist punched the teen in the cheek, "DON' TOUCH ME…" he screamed, growled and kicked him in the shins, seeing the pissed off look on Bobby's face Remy ran back to Storm hiding behind her and hugged her leg.

Logan's eyes widened as something clicked in his head, how the kid was extremely violent when one of the guys approached him, how he had refused to take his hand in the garden and now yelling at Bobby that he didn't want to be touched. "No fucken way…" he growled in a whisper.

"What?" Scott asked as he watched Storm quickly pick up the frightened child.

"The kid's been abused…which is why he runs off whenever a guy comes near him…which is why he's so attached to Storm…" he whispered then turned to Charles, "Chuck I'm going back to Cairo ta find that bastard he calls a father…"

"Logan…" Charles spoke in a warning tone.

"Don't worry I won't kill him…yet…" he mumbled as he turned and headed towards the underground hanger.

"Scott…go with him…" Charles ordered.

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Meanwhile Storm followed Charles to med-lab as she carried the little six year old in her arms, thoughts of the boy being abused in that sort of way Xavier had decided that no matter the protests the boy needed to be looked over by a doctor. Charles frowned as he could sense the fear radiating from the boy when they entered med-lab, Hank gave a big smile as he greeted Remy, "Hello Remy…how are you today?" he asked.

Remy only hid his face in Storm's hair, "Shhhh…It's alright Remy…" she whispered, rubbing his back. "Hank just wants to look at you that's all…"

Bobby and Jean entered the room at that moment apparently Bobby wasn't paying attention as he was helping her prepare dinner and had accidentally cut his hand, looking at Hank the two held their breaths as the boy began to cry their hearts seemed as if they would break at the sight before them.

"Non…I want my papa…" he breathed in a whimper, knowing that this man was indeed a doctor he began struggling in Storm's grasp.

"Remy it's alright Hank will not harm you…" she whispered kneeling down so as not to drop him, as his feet touched the ground he tried to run but she had a firm grip on him. Hank winced at the shriek he gave and stepped back.

"NON…" he cried falling to his knees, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Storm please…take him out…it's too much…" Charles frowned.

Storm quickly picked him up and left the room, "Alright…alright we're leaving…shhh please don't cry…" she pleaded holding him tightly.

"Take him to my office I'll meet you there momentarily…we three need to have a small talk…" Charles spoke up and sighed as he massaged his forehead, this would take a lot of time.

After speaking with Hank for a few moments Charles made his way to his office, Remy was sitting at Storm's feet trying his best to stop crying, Storm gently ran her hand on the boy's back to try and calm him. Hearing the door close Remy looked up and hugged her leg. "It's alright Remy, Hank just wanted to make sure that you were healthy…" she tried to explain.

"Hello Remy…are you alright?" Charles asked with a small smile as he stopped his chair in front of the six year old. Remy just looked at him, "Well now let's have a talk shall we…" he sighed a bit when Remy just hid his face again. "How old are you I wonder…" he quirked an eye in a questioning gaze, "I would guess twelve……no wait fifteen maybe…"

Remy looked at him awkwardly Charles chuckled as he heard a small thought come out from the boy wondering if he was out of his mind. Storm smiled she had never seen the Professor look or speak to a child this way, "No that can't be right wait let me think for a moment…hmmm…" Charles closed his eyes and concentrated, "Well now you can't be twenty-seven…that would be ridiculously too high now wouldn't it…" Remy giggled but still didn't say a word. Charles gasped, "I've got it, you little one are six years old…"

Remy's eyes widened, "How ya know dat?"

"Well you see I'm a very good listener…any little whisper I can hear it…and I just heard you say that you were six years old…my you're younger then I first thought."

Remy frowned a bit, "Really?"

"Yes…I'm a bit surprised that Logan and Storm first found you running around the streets at your age…" Charles tilted his head a bit the smile was still on his lips. Remy looked down suddenly feeling anxious, "I know this might be a bit hard for you Remy but I wonder if you'll trust us enough to take good care of you…I promise that no one will hurt you here…ever…will you let us care for you?"

Remy seemed to be thinking about it for a moment then stood up and lifted his eyes to look at the Professor's, "Non…" he whispered.

Charles quirked an eye in question, "Why?"

"Because I trusted my papa when he told me da same ting and I was abandoned…" he whimpered and ran out of the room wanting to be alone at the moment.

Charles sighed, "I fear this boy isn't going to trust anyone any time soon, it might be best to let him be for a little while…allow him time to clear his head."

"All the same I will keep an eye on him…" Storm stood and left the room.