Chapter 4
A few days later Remy was walking down the hall a tiny smirk on his lips, he was bored out of his mind, that little conversation he had with Hayden a few days earlier kept plaguing his thoughts, 'Well da only way ta recover from a bad experience is ta do something that will make ya feel bettah…' he thought to himself as he entered the empty library and settled in front of one of the computers.
"Now, let's see…would dere be anyting of interest around dis hellhole?" he asked himself as he logged on. Whistling a small tune Remy sighed as he took his time in searching for what he was looking for…well actually what peeked his interest clicking on a few sites a small grin appeared on his lips, "Hmmm dis looks appetizin'…" he smirked.
"What looks appetizing?" he heard a familiar voice.
Remy smirked, "Aw nothing…Remy just be bored out of his mind…" he answered closing the page and started looking through his e-mails, Remy cringed at all the messages he had gotten. "Aw merde…" he growled.
"What?" Hayden asked walking up to him and sitting down, "Whoa are those all your e-mails…shit how many ya got…damn six hundred and forty-two…wow that many in one month?"
"One month and two weeks…" Remy corrected, "Yeah well I be a busy man before all this shit happen ta me…" Remy sighed as he scrolled up eyeing the most recent messages.
"So I take it you know a lot of people right?"
"Obviously…" Remy sighed clicking on a few replies and typing away in code, or in another language, "Eh ya know how ta speak Hindi?" he asked looking to Hayden.
Hayden quirked an eye, "Uh…no why?"
"Hehe…no reason…" Remy smirked as he began typing away.
Hayden's eyes widened at the words that the thief was typing, "Hindi…Hindi…where would one speak Hindi again?"
"India homme…"
"India…hun…um how many languages can you speak?" he asked looking at the thief.
"A few…"
"Like…"
"French, Spanish, German, Latin, Russian…an a couple more is learning Japanese at da moment…" he answered simply.
"Have you ever met like kings or the president or the pope?" Hayden asked a bit curious.
"Non but I did steal from a few…" Remy chuckled then looked at the clock, "Eh don' ya have a class like right now?"
"What…" Hayden looked at the clock, "Oh shit…see ya Remy…" Hayden cursed out running out of the library.
Half an hour later, Remy was now in the kitchen and sighed as he looked through the morning paper reading about the party that would be going on at the museum to celebrate its newest exhibit, 'Hmmm dis should be fun…' he smirked folding the paper and leaving it on the table when Logan, Kurt and Scott entered the kitchen.
"Hey Remy…" Scott smiled.
"Up yours Summers…" Remy grumbled as he stood up and was about to leave the room only to be stopped by Logan who placed his hand on the thief's chest.
"Hold on Gumbo, did you eat anything?" Logan asked.
Remy rolled his eyes, "Yes mother Wolf…Gumbo ate something…" Remy hissed silently warning the Wolverine to move his hand.
Logan sighed, "What did you eat?"
"Food…" Remy answered glaring at the hand.
"Be more specific…"
"Glass of milk, toast, an apple and a few slices of bacon…happy?"
"Yeah…" Logan answered simply, moving his hand away from the Cajun letting the thief leave without saying another word.
"I'm guessing he's gonna be like that for awhile…" Kurt chuckled.
"Yeah he is and I don't wanna hear no one bitching about his attitude, Chuck has warned all of ya so if ya can't handle him being an ass leave the room ya hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah we know…" Kurt sighed as he poured himself a glass of juice.
"So how long do you figure we'll have to keep being nice?" Scott asked eating a danish.
"Don't start with me Cyke…" Logan growled.
"What I was just asking…"
"As long as it takes smartass…" Logan answered as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
XxXxX
That evening Remy smirked as he sat on his bed, a pen and notebook in hand a small frown on his face as he tried to remember the layouts of the museum, "Merde dis sucks…" he growled as he couldn't recall the little details of the building he then looked up when he felt a presence at his door as someone suddenly entered the room.
"Okay what are you pissed about now?" Hayden asked with a chuckle, "I heard ya curse out several steps before I came in here…"
"What makes ya think I'm pissed?"
"Eh merde means shit right?" Hayden asked with a tiny grin as he sat on his bed and looked to the Cajun.
"Yeah it does…now what?"
"Nothing…I'm just bored."
"And you figured you'd annoy me for fun?"
"No…although it might be fun to try…"
"Hn not bloody likely…" Remy smirked as he looked to the clock on his nightstand, "What ya wanna hang out?"
"If it's alright with you…" Hayden shrugged. "Cool ya actually want my company…"
"Well I can't leave da mansion without an escort and I need ta get out of here before I go insane even more den I am now…"
"Wow this is weird you actually want me to tag along?"
"Well yeah, I just explained it to ya…Remy wants out…" the thief smirked.
"Cool when do we leave?"
"A few minutes aftah I convince da Professor dat I'll be a good little Cajun…" he sighed.
Hayden chuckled as he went to his closet to get his coat and waited for Remy
to do the same, he watched as the thief pocketed a pack of cards, his sunglasses as well as a pair of gloves.
Hayden followed the Cajun all the way to Xavier's office, Remy knocked and waited until Charles told him to enter. Charles looked a bit surprised to see Remy at his door as well as the blue haired teen behind him, "Well good morning Remy…Hayden…" he spoke with a smile.
Hayden smirked and gave a tiny wave while Remy quirked an eye, "Yeah whatever…I'm going in town…" he answered plainly, "I'm not going alone he's coming with me…" he gestured to the teen behind him, "Figured I'd tell ya so Wolfie wouldn't hunt me down and go on a rampage only ta drag me back here…and I ain't gonna do nothin' ta hurt da kid, 'sides he's da only one I can tolerate in dis place…"
Charles gave a small smile at the thought, "Well thank-you for telling me, although I must insist on a curfew…"
"Jeez didn't see dat coming…" Remy drawled with an uncaring voice.
"I expect you two back here for dinner…" he answered then locked eyes with Remy, "Unless you get too tired call and I'll send Logan to you alright?"
"Yeah whatever…" Remy sighed as he turned and left the office.
"Don't worry Professor we're not gonna get into trouble…" Hayden assured as he turned and followed the thief into the hall.
Remy smirked as he walked down the stairs and headed for the garage, "Please tell me ya can drive?"
"Yeah…why?" Hayden asked.
Remy grinned as he lifted his hand and dangled a set of keys he unlocked Jean's car and threw the keys towards the teen. "Whoa we're taking Jean's car?" he asked stating the obvious.
"Yeah…" Remy sighed getting into the passenger's seat.
"Does she know that we're taking her car?"
"Just get in…" Remy barked and waited until the teen settled in the driver's seat, with a coy little smile, Remy answered the teen's previous question, "Non she don't know, now drive Jeeves…" he sighed looking out the window.
"She's gonna get pissed…" Hayden sighed as he started the car and backed out of the garage.
"Ya point being…" Remy asked with a smirk, "Relax, I'll only get blamed for it anyways so quit whining…"
"Why would she blame you?"
Remy chuckled, "I be a thief remember…now shut-up an drive jeez ya need an explanation fo everything?"
"Yes…quit being an asshole…" Hayden argued as he headed for the gate and waited until it opened completely.
At that Remy laughed softly, "Damn I'm dying fo a smoke…" he sighed.
"Shut-up…where are we going anyways?"
"What an spoil my surprise nuh-uh…head dat way…" Remy chuckled as he pointed to the teen's left.
XxXxX
Hayden sighed as he looked around the building, "Of all the places to go…why da hell would you pick a museum?"
"It's educational…" Remy answered slapping the teen upside the head, "Now shut-up…"
"Educational…hehe ya right." Hayden chuckled. "Why are we really here?"
"What ya got something against art?" Remy answered.
"No, actually this is my first time in here…" he smirked looking around.
"Well dere ya go now quit whining and enjoy…"
"Are you always this forward when you're talking to people?"
"Non I usually be polite…"
"Usually…heh be honest what exactly do you think of me?"
"You…" Remy looked to the teen who nodded, "Pain in the ass…"
Hayden smirked, "K…and the others?"
"Ya really wanna know?" he asked stepping forward to look at a Monet painting more closely.
"Well yeah, I did ask didn't I?"
"Well dere not be enough insults in da world ta sum up what I think of them…" Remy sighed, as he walked to another painting.
"That bad heh, I think I'm getting the better part of you, cool I feel all special like…" Hayden chirped.
"Oh shut-up …" Remy drawled as he looked around again.
After spending a few hours in the building, Remy chuckled as they made their way down the steps, "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing…I just be a little tired is all…" Remy smirked, apparently Hayden didn't have much of an eye as he hadn't noticed Remy placing a few little things while they were visiting the museum, such as flash and smoke bombs, a few lasers in well positioned areas and such, oh Remy was going to have fun tonight, especially since the little party was going to be televised.
"O-kay…ya wanna head back to the mansion?"
"Non not yet…" Remy took a deep breath suddenly wishing he had a cigarette, 'K need ta find a way to get out of da mansion befo mister I need ta run ya life finds out dat I left…' "Hmmm…let's see when's dinner?" Remy asked himself looking at his escort he grabbed the teen's left wrist to look at the time, 'Another four hours…Ah what da hell I got time…' he smirked.
XxXxX
Arriving at the mansion Remy sighed as he headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat, no way in hell he would eat with everyone else in the same room, Storm looked at him a bit oddly, "Remy…dinner will be served in a few minutes…"
"I'll eat in my room…it's bad enough I gotta stay in da same house as them, ya can't force me ta sit in da same room as well…" he sighed as he poured himself a glass of water and picked up his full plate and left the kitchen.
"Oh Remy…" she whispered.
After eating Remy looked at the time and smirked as he casually walked down the stairs and roamed around the estate after walking around for like ten minutes he suddenly felt as well as heard the Professor in his head, Remy why are you not in the mansion?
"Just out for a little stroll Professor relax…" Remy muttered, "Since I can't smoke, I figure the pollution might be a substitute…" he chuckled.
Very well, but don't stay out too long it's a bit cold out and you can still get sick…
"I won't…now can ya get out of my head?"
Of course Remy…
Walking towards the woods, Remy waited a few more minutes, then climbed up the wall and got in the cab that was waiting for him, "Museum homme…and make it quick…"
XxXxX
Forty five minutes later Remy climbed down the wall surrounding the mansion estate a tiny grin on his lips as he began making his way back to the mansion humming a tiny little tune he looked around and was a bit amazed that there was no one outside looking for him. Entering the house Remy was about to head for his room when Storm called him over from the rec-room, sighing Remy rolled his eyes and leaned against the door frame, eyeing the small group of people watching television, "My that was a long walk…" Storm smiled.
"Yeah what was so interesting in walking out in the dark?" Logan smirked.
"What I can't be alone for an hour?" Remy drawled putting his hands in his coat pockets, he quirked an eye when his fingers wrapped around a familiar little something.
Scott looked at the television when the movie they were watching was suddenly cut off to some breaking news the anchorman was apparently reporting about a robbery not more than twenty minutes ago at The Metropolitan Museum of Art.
"Wow…look at that Remy someone just robbed the museum…" Hayden chuckled as he sat beside Scott on the couch.
"And you find this funny?" Rogue asked from her seat opposite him.
"Well yeah it's the same one we went to this evening…" Hayden frowned as he looked around the room, everyone was looking at Remy.
Scott narrowed his eyes as he stood up, "You brought him on a stake out…" he accused.
Remy only quirked a brow as he took out the cigarette from his pocket and placed it between his lips.
Logan growled as he stood and walked up to Remy snatching the cigarette from his lips, "Are you out of your mind…he's just a kid…"
"What da hell are you bitching about…we just went ta look at da pretty paintings, nothing else…" Remy defended himself.
"Nothing else hun…" Logan grasped the thief's chin and tilted the Cajun's head towards the television, "That museum was just robbed Gambit…"
"Ain't dat unfortunate…an by da way weren't ya listening to da man dey were just robbed…we were dere this morning…jeesh and I'm da one who's supposed ta be losing his mind right?" Remy hissed jerking his head back, pushing Logan away from him.
"What if you had gotten caught?" Scott yelled.
At that Remy's eyes widened as he turned to the man, "CAUGHT…I be stealing fo 23 years homme…trained by da best…don't be insulting my skills as a thief…" he hissed glaring at him ignoring the small group of people in the room.
"You said you'd nevah steal again…" Rogue cut in with a frown as she crossed her arms.
Remy narrowed his eyes as he stepped into the room and approached the untouchable, "And you said you'd always love me…" he growled then turned to Scott, "And you fearless leader said you'd never leave a man behind including the enemy yet I guess I wasn't on the list hun…" then turned to the Professor, "And you said everyone here starts off on a clean slate…you just kept mine locked in a vault…never bothering to try and scrub it clean right…All dis place has is broken promises…so why should I bother keeping mine…" Remy asked.
"I thought we were past this Remy…" Charles sighed.
"Stop bitching about my thieving and I'll stop whining bout you all trying ta kill me…" he seethed looking back to Scott, "Getting caught…dat's just plain insultin' ya fucken prick…"
Charles frowned a bit, 'Trying to kill him…my word…' he sighed apparently the progress he though Remy had gone through hadn't gone far enough. "Fair enough…" Charles cut in on Remy's verbal abuse, "Do not do this again…" he warned.
Remy turned to the Professor and eyed him over, and with an irritated little growl he sighed, "Yes highness…" Remy gave a mock bow and turned to leave the room heading to his bedroom. Getting a change of clothes from his room Remy was still mumbling curses as he headed for the bathroom, sitting in the tub Remy watched as the steam floated in the room. "How ta disappear?" he asked himself running his hands in his hair a tiny smirk appearing on his lips, "Hn no more bitching…no more takin' orders…no more feeling their hateful stares…no more dem tryin' ta control my life…" he sighed and took a deep breath as he closed his eyes and dunked his head in the water reveling in the warmth it gave him.
Remy's eyes suddenly snapped open when he heard a crash and felt an arm wrap around his neck pulling his head up and out of the water. "What da fuck…" Remy hissed coughing a few times.
"What the hell are you doing?" Logan growled.
Remy looked at him confused, "Tink it's called taking a bath homme…shit get the hell out…ya fucken mind?"
"You tried to drown yourself…" Logan accused.
"Eh…non…what da hell gave ya dat idea…and can ya shut da fucken door ya lettin' all da heat out…"
"Chuck sensed that you were depressed…"
Remy just stared at him for like half a second, "And… where da hell have you been I've been like dis for over a fucken month…I be fucken cold and sick and fucked in da head…how can Remy not be depressed?"
"So you did try to kill yourself?"
"Homme if I wanted ta kill myself, which I don't I sure as hell wouldn't want ta be found butt naked in da freezing water…close da fucken door…"
"Then what the hell were you doing under the water?"
"Playing golf…what da hell do you think…I'M TAKIN A BATH LOGAN…"
Logan just looked at him for half a second not trusting the thief, "You're done…Get out…"
"Oh you are not fucken serious…" Remy growled.
"I mean it get out…" he growled throwing a few towels over to the thief.
Remy leaned against the rim of the tub resting his chin on his arms, "I take it the thieving Cajun be no longer trustworthy dat right…what ya gonna start shaving me taking extra care of my throat…watching as I take baths…making sure I chew my food thoroughly…keeping watch at my bed…dat it?"
"If you don't get out I'm dragging you out…" Logan spoke in very clear words keeping his voice level.
Remy just looked at him putting on his poker face, then casually reached for the drain pulling on the chain he waited until the water had drained completely, taking one of the towels he wrapped it around himself and stepped out of the tub walking to his clothes he put on the shirt then the pajama bottoms, and without saying a word he walked out of the bathroom being nudged towards the Professor's office.
When he entered the room he was met with Hank, Storm, Charles and Scott. Walking to one of the chairs Remy plopped down in it tucking his legs in the seat as anyone would when they're watching movies or want to get comfortable, Remy then leaned to his right and watched at the disapproving looks on the faces of the people in the room.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Charles asked.
"Yeah apparently privacy ain't an issue in dis place no more…you people exaggerate on everything, just cause I'm thinking of stuff don't mean I'm going to do it…an since when do you go into someone's head without dere permission?"
"I didn't I just picked up on your thoughts…"
"Really did you know I was thinking of what it would be like when I get out of here not of why I'd want ta kill myself…let Remy guess ya don' believe him right?"
The room became deftly quiet for a moment, "Did you just try to kill yourself?" Charles asked in a calm tone.
Remy locked eyes with the man, "Non…"
Charles looked to Logan whom stood beside the Cajun, "His whole body was in the water…"
Charles quirked an eye in question, Remy sighed "What ya nevah did dat ta clear ya head…ya know it be quiet and warm in da water…I'm still fucken cold by da way…kinda like a cheap hyperbolic chamber…shuts all da sound out…ya do know I hear voices in my head don' ya, it's nice ta get dem ta shut-up once in a while…"
Scott snorted and chuckled at the thief's answer, "So do you listen to those voices?" he asked a bit curious.
At that Remy stared at the man, "If I did dat dis whole mansion would be nothing but ash, and you all including everyone whom used me during my lifetime would have met dere maker a long time ago…" he smirked.
"Why don't you listen to those voices?" Charles asked.
"Oh please…mon père and Tante raised me better dan dat…" Remy grumbled.
Charles gave a tiny smile as they had managed to get the thief to open up a bit, "Really and what did they teach you?"
"Dat all life be precious…and no one deserves it to be taken away…unless dey be rapists, serial killers, child molesters…" Remy answered in a whisper his eyes suddenly glazing over.
"O-kay what just happened?" Scott asked standing up apparently a bit worried.
Charles frowned as he closed his eyes in concentration, Logan quirked an eye in question. "Chuck?"
"Scott I'll ask you to leave please…" Xavier sighed.
Scott frowned a bit but decided to do as the telepath asked and left the room.
"What happened?" Hank asked as he walked over to Remy and took his pulse.
"A memory broke through his shields…I'm afraid it isn't a very good one…" he answered not wanting to divulge any more information of the Cajun's past as he approached the thief, and laying a hand at the side of Remy's head Charles again concentrated to try and push the memory back.
XxXxX
Remy slowly woke up and frowned as his eyes roamed around the room, 'How da hell did I get here?' he thought to himself.
"Well it's about time you woke up…" he heard. Remy slowly lifted his head to look at Logan.
"Why am I in ya room?" he grumbled rubbing at his eyes.
"What ya don't remember anything from last night?" Logan asked leaning against the wall and crossed his arms.
"Non…" Remy slowly sat up, "Why what happened?"
"Okay, how to explain this?" Logan thought aloud as he walked over to him and sat at the end of the bed, "Alright well you kinda lost it in Chuck's office…and ya started fighting back, Chuck thought it best that you bunk with me tonight."
Remy narrowed his eyes, "What as a precaution, so I wouldn't wake up in da middle of da night and hurt anyone?" Logan only shrugged, "Well I guess it beats being locked in a padded room behind a steel door now don't it?"
Logan snorted at that little comment, "Well yeah…I mean there really was no reasoning with ya, you wouldn't listen to Chuck, he couldn't get through to you…Hank had to sedate you."
Remy looked away in trying to remember but nothing came to mind. "I'm nevah getting' out of here am I?" he whispered.
"Aw come on don't think like that you've only been here for a month you're getting the help you need…it just takes time you know that, you just need ta keep going along with your little routine…"
"What routine?"
"Today's your check up with Hank remember?"
Remy cringed at the thought and plopped back down on the bed hiding under the covers.
XxXxX
Remy rubbed the back of his head as he made his way to his room, frowning a little at the stares he received, entering his room he found Hayden and another teen whom was wearing a dog collar stare at each other, 'O-kay…' Remy smirked as he began to whistle grabbing the teens attention, "Come on boy…come ere puppy…"
The collar wearing teen just glared at Remy, whom quirked an eye, "What else ya want me ta call ya…get the hell out…" Remy sighed as he made his way to his dresser, but the teen didn't like the sarcasm coming out of the Cajun's mouth and approached the thief.
"You better watch your back…" he hissed.
Remy chuckled, "Dat a threat?"
"Damn right it is…" the teen reared back about to hit the thief.
Remy rolled his eyes as he waited for the kid to lunge grabbing his fist, Remy twisted it making the teen yell out, "Ya wanna threaten someone, I suggest not me…trust me ya don't want ta see me extremely pissed off…" Remy smirked. "And make sure you're at da guy's level in combat…cause even when sick ya got no chance against me ya little prick…" Remy drawled as he pushed the teen out of the room and slammed the door shut.
"Well I see your feeling better." Hayden couldn't help but laugh, "So are you normal again?"
"Hn…in a matter of speaking, what was wit da starring contest?"
"Oh he was being an asshole and calling you a freak, looking through your stuff…I told him to fuck off…"
Remy smirked as he turned to Hayden, "Really?"
"Well not in those exact words…but I think I proved my point…" he cleared his throat.
Remy snorted, "Tink I need ta teach dat one some manners…" he smirked as he began to change his clothes.
Hayden held his tongue as he spotted Remy's newest bruises courtesy of Hank and Logan as they had tried their best to restrain the Cajun during last night's little episode. "So eh…what's on the agenda today?"
"A visit wit Hank…" Remy shuddered as those words left his lips.
"I take it you don't like the fuzzy doctor?"
Remy grumbled in reply.
"Can I ask you something?" Hayden shied away a bit sitting on his bed.
"What?" Remy sighed as he put on a shirt.
"Do you remember the robbery at the museum?"
"Yeah…so?"
"Did you really steal something when we were there?"
At that Remy chuckled, "What afraid ta be an accomplice?" he laughed then looked at the seriousness on the teen's face, "Non I didn't steal nothin' when ya were wit me…"
"Really?"
"Yeah really…"
"But you did do it later that day right?"
Remy sighed and looked at the teen, "Though ya didn't want ta be an accomplice?"
"I don't…so how'd you do it?" he asked eagerly.
"Ah ah ah secrets of da trade homme…sorry…" Remy chuckled as he tied up his boots and finished getting dressed.
"So what are you doing now?" he asked watching as he put on his coat.
"Getting' some air…"
"Hn…Want some company?"