Summary: A shy little thief has just joined the school for gifted youngsters...mischief awaits
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue
Chapter 1 Hello...
A shy teenage red-head groaned as he stared out at the clouds outside his window, the plane he was on would be landing soon, and Remy wasn't too excited as to where he was going, his father sat beside him reading a newspaper, he smirked as he glanced at his son, "Quit frowning boy...you'll be alright, every student in dat school are mutants..." he tried to cheer him up, Remy only looked at him for a moment and gave him a small smile, then returned his gaze to the window.
"Still don't get why I can't go to a school back home..." Remy grumbled.
Jean-Luc chuckled as he put away the newspaper he was reading and leaned down to his sixteen-year-old, "Unlike da schools at home the one ya going to can help ya with your powers...and tink of all da fun places ya can visit...art galleries...museums and such..." Jean-Luc smirked evilly, then sighed. "If there's anything ya know ya can always call me petite, ya know dat right?" Remy slowly nodded then smirked, "Ya be alright ya a tough one non?" Jean-Luc ruffled Remy's hair.
When the plane had landed Remy waited patiently for his father outside on the steps as he called for a cab, "How ya doin' petite?" he asked sitting beside him.
Remy adjusted his sunglasses, "M'alright..." he lied. Actually this was the first time he was scared since his father had found him nine years ago.
"Ya lying through ya teeth boy..." Jean-Luc chuckled.
Remy sighed, "I'm gonna be da new kid...It's da questions...I don' wanna answer em..." he grumbled.
"So don'...tell em it's none of their business..." Jean-Luc patted his son on the back and stood as their cab had arrived.
Half an hour later the cab approached the school for gifted youngsters, Remy stared out at the mansion, grimacing as he spotted all the students playing in the yard. Jean-Luc got out of the cab and was greeted by a man in a wheelchair as well as a woman with snow white hair, and a teenager wearing a pair of red shades. Remy slowly got out of the cab, "I presume that you are Mr.LeBeau?" the man in the wheelchair asked.
"That I am...and you must be Charles Xavier..." Jean-Luc approached and shook the man's hand.
"Yes, this is Ororo Monroe one of my teachers and Scott Summers one of my students..." he introduced and spotted the boy leaning against the cab his head bowed, "And that has to be Remy..." Charles smiled.
"Yeah...he not too happy ta be here..." Jean-Luc chuckled.
"You did say on the phone that you wanted to speak to me privately?" Jean-Luc nodded, "Well now Scott can help Remy get settled in..." Scott stepped forward and went behind the cab to retrieve two of Remy's bags, while the Cajun took the others.
"I can assure you that you won't get bored here..." Scott started as he led the way, "So what do you like to do?"
'Oh I'm sure I won't...' Remy rolled his eyes keeping his mouth shut, he was so not into small talk.
Charles though was leading Jean-Luc to his office, after sitting comfortably into one of the leather chairs, Xavier turned to his guest and asked. "Now what exactly is on your mind Mr.LeBeau?"
"I'm warnin ya now my boy can sometimes be a little hard ta handle..." Jean-Luc chuckled, "...he will be safe here in this mansion right?" he asked tilting his head to the left and locking eyes with Charles.
Xavier quirked an eyebrow, "Of course, no harm has ever come to any of my students..."
Jean-Luc smirked at the expression on Xavier's face. "Ya sure ya can help him with his powers?"
Charles didn't know where this was going, he had already answered these questions on the phone with the man. "Yes I'll do what I can..."
"Good cause I've heard a few rumors goin' on in dis here school...ya not gonna use my boy ta do anything he doesn't want to would ya?"
"Of course not..."
Jean-Luc quickly cut him off, "Alright dat all I wanted ta know thank-ya sir...now where's my boy at, wanna say good-bye befo' I leave..." he smirked.
Xavier was a bit confused as to why Mr.LeBeau was in such a hurry to leave, "Yes of course...Ororo will take you to him..." he gestured to the door where the woman was waiting for him.
Meanwhile Remy was in his room, 'What da hell is wrong with this guy...he just won't shut-up...' Scott was leaning against the door explaining the rules of the house and asking him various unimportant questions, Remy sat on his new bed leaning against the headboard obviously not paying attention. Remy suddenly tilted his head and smirked as he looked to the door. Scott frowned noticing the small gesture and looked in the hall.
Jean-Luc came up to Scott looking down at the teen, "Damn boy ya got a mouth on ya...I could hear ya all the way from down there..." Scott only looked at the man a bit confused then back at Remy amazed, Ororo tried desperately to hide her smile, Jean-Luc quirked an eyebrow when Scott didn't seem to move, grabbing the teen by the elbow he pulled him out into the hall and leaned him against the wall, Jean-Luc then entered Remy's room and closed the door. "Somethin' tells me ya not gonna like dat boy..." he grinned seeing Remy chuckle, "Ya gonna be alright?"
"Yeah...I guess..." Remy yawned.
"Ey...come ere..." Jean-Luc commanded glancing around the room, Remy slowly stood and faced his father, Jean-Luc grasped his son's face with his hands, "Now you behave yaself, like a proper tief should ya understand me?" Remy smirked and nodded his head. Jean-Luc chuckled as he held out his arms and embraced his son "Love ya petite..." he whispered.
"Love ya too papa..." Remy whispered in turn and hugged his father tightly.
"How's ya side?"
Remy grinned, "It's just a graze papa...don't even hurt anymore..." apparently forty-five caliber bullets don't like teenage thieves.
Jean-Luc quirked an eyebrow, "Kinda bled a lot for only a graze...Ya look out for yoself...ya spot any of em don' take any chances get the hell away..." Remy nodded and accompanied his father back outside where the cab was still waiting. "Alright now ya call me if there's any trouble ya understand me?"
"Oui père..." Remy chuckled.
"Now you take good care of yoself I don' wanna get no 'I'm sorry M'sieu but...' call, you'll be alright..." he repeated then leaned down whispering something in Remy's ear. Remy chuckled and slowly nodded, Jean-Luc smiled and hugged him again, "You'll be alright..." he whispered again. Remy gave him a small smile as he watched him get in the cab and drive off, Remy leaned against the pillar at the entrance reached in his trench coat and took out a cigarette, Remy then lifted his hand to his lips and touched his thumb and index finger against the cigarette and using his powers lit it taking a deep breath he inhaled the smoke in his lungs and glanced over at the students who were still playing in the yard "Merde...dis place sucks..." he grumbled.
"You've been here half an hour and you've only met me...trust me there's a lot to do here...honestly how can this place suck?" Scott smirked as he leaned against the other pillar and crossed his arms.
"Trust you I don' tink so...besides I don' do real well when I be surrounded by walls..." he grumbled, as he gestured to the brick wall surrounding the mansion estate.
Scott lifted an eyebrow, "Oh I get it you had a little visit in a jail cell or something right?" he grinned.
Remy tilted his head towards the teen, "Oh ya wanna start out like dat hun?" Remy smirked wickedly as Scott's grin quickly disappeared. "I'm da new kid, aren't ya suppose ta be all nice ta me ta make me feel all welcome and all...I been here thirty minutes and already ya tink I was once in a prison, I got news for ya homme I nevah seen a cell in all my life...you maybe couldn't tink that I hate frickin New-York...or dat I be claustrophobic or somethin' along dose lines..." Remy took another drag finishing his cigarette.
"Look I'm sorry I was only kidding..." Scott raised his arms in a truce.
"Of course ya were..." Remy turned and entered the mansion returning to his room ignoring Scott as he tried to apologize again. A grin plastered on his face, 'Maybe this place is not that bad, if I can make 'em feel dis guilty…hehehe this should be fun.'
"Shit..." Scott growled as he stood at the foot of the stairs.
"Something tells me you angered our new guest..." Xavier chuckled as he wheeled himself next to the teen.
"I think he led me into that one Professor..." Scott crossed his arms annoyed.
"Well his father did say he would be a little hard to handle..." Charles grinned. "Well now Scott it's nearly time for dinner you made him go up there, you go get him..." Charles laughed softly while Scott groaned as he slowly made his way upstairs.
Scott sighed as he gently knocked on the door, when he didn't get an answer he tried again, then again, "Remy come on I said I was sorry...the Professor asked me to come get you, dinner's almost ready..." Scott frowned when the newcomer still didn't answer and tried the door, which was locked.
"Trouble with the new kid Scott?" Kurt asked with a smirk.
"Yeah he won't answer me I think I pissed him off...you think you can pop in there and see if he wants to come down to meet the others."
"Yeah sure no problem..." Kurt answered and disappeared, only to reappear moments later, "He's not in there...looks like you're screwed."
"How the hell did he get out?"
Kurt shrugged, "Window was open..."
"Ahh Damnit..." Scott growled as he quickly made his way downstairs, where everyone was seated and waiting in the dining room, "Professor...he's gone..." Scott sighed.
Xavier quirked an eyebrow. "Very well, I'll have a talk with him when he arrives, all of you may start eating..." Charles sighed as he watched his students dig in.
XxXxX
Remy didn't feel like meeting anyone and so got the hell out of there climbing out of his window and down the wall he rushed out to the nearby woods, and into town. Half an hour later he entered a bar called Harry's, walking over to the counter he sat on a stool and took out a cigarette, the bar tender looked at him curiously as he approached him, "Aren't ya a little young ta be in here?" he asked with a smirk.
Remy only shrugged as he pulled out his ID and slapped it on the counter. "I'll have a beer..." he told the bartender who chuckled as he picked up the ID and looked at it.
"This can't be real..." the bartender handed back the ID with a smile.
Remy quirked an eyebrow as he took his cigarette out of his mouth, "Ya want ta look at my passport...I'm havin a real shitty day homme, please don' start wit all this crap...the ID's real alright..." Remy smirked inwardly when the bartender gave him a beer, the ID said that he was twenty-three years old which was bullshit but ahhh the young Cajun knew a very talented man in New Orleans who did marvelous work on fake ID's...hehehe.
"Sellin' liquor ta minors Harry?" they heard in the back. Remy rolled his eyes not that anyone could see him do so since he was still wearing his sunglasses.
"No kidding this kid's twenty-three..." Harry chuckled, as he served another customer.
"Is that a fact?" the man approached and sat beside the Cajun, resting an arm on the counter he eyed the kid over and took a deep breath through his nose, then smiled. "You must be the new kid..." Remy looked the man over and frowned. "So...Scott piss ya off...that why ya left...I can smell that cheap ass cologne he always wears on ya...relax I work for Chuck...and that would be the only beer you're gonna have the entire time ya stay at Chuck's got that?" the man answered sipping at his beer.
"Who da hell are ya, and how da hell did ya find me?" Remy asked a scowl on his face.
The man chuckled at the attitude this kid had, "Told ya I work for Xavier...name's Logan and I didn't I was already here before ya came in..."
"How d'ya know who I was?"
"Hehe...Chuck told me ya ran off, next time stay put..."
"What?"
"Chuck's a telepath...knows I always stop by at Harry's for a drink after work.so he called me..." He chuckled as he lit himself a cigar.
"So…what ya gonna turn dis here Cajun in?" Remy asked as he took a drink and continued smoking.
"That's not my style pup...besides Scott can be a pain in the ass sometimes..." Remy chuckled at that. "So your from New Orleans?"
"Born and raised homme..."
"So I take it your gonna be a pain in the ass later on hun?"
"Who me...I be a shy little Cajun, why would I be a pain in the ass?" Remy asked with a grin as he finished his beer and stubbed out his cigarette.
Logan chuckled he was starting to like this kid, "Come on pup I'll give ya a ride home..." he grinned as he paid for the beers and led the Cajun to his Jeep.
"So what kind of work ya do?" Remy asked getting annoyed with the sudden silence.
"I run a lot of errands for Chuck, and I help train the kiddies, which will include you..." he smirked.
"Train as in combat?" Remy asked eyeing the gruff man who nodded. "Aheh...ya gonna take it easy on this new kid right...cause your pretty big...and kinda scary..." Remy grimaced as Logan swerved through traffic, "Damn homme where da hell ya learn ta drive?"
"Relax..." Logan laughed as he hit a red light and stopped, "So ya meet anyone else from the institute?"
"Yeah a white haired lady Roro somethin'."
Logan smiled, "Ororo Munro..." he corrected, "She's really nice...anyone else?"
"Non..."
"Ya didn't have a talk with Chuck yet did ya?"
"Talk...non why would I talk with him?"
"So he can tell ya the rules of the house and all that crap...at least now ya got something ta bargain with when we get back, so you're not in that much trouble." Remy groaned as he slumped in his seat, the rest of the drive was virtually quiet, Remy sighed when they arrived at the mansion entrance, Logan parked his Jeep in the garage and turned to Remy "Come on ya look really pathetic...trust me your not in that much trouble..." Remy shrugged then looked around admiring the collection of cars and bikes. As they entered the mansion they were greeted by the Professor, "Found the kid, don't lose him cause I ain't going hunting again tonight..." he smirked.
Charles gave an unimpressed look to his new young charge, "I suppose I should let you off on a warning, we shall have a talk in the morning...do not leave the mansion grounds without telling any of the adults again, is that understood?"
Remy slowly nodded his head, "Come on kid let's get ya fed, kitchen's through here..." Logan motioned for Remy to follow him. Remy bowed his head and followed the Wolverine. Sitting at the kitchen table Logan looked through the fridge and took out all the fixings to make a few sandwiches, "So how come you're still wearing those sunglasses, it's totally dark out and..."
"Light hurts my eyes..." Remy cut him off.
"Right...what do ya want on this...say it quick cause this is the last time I'm ever making ya something to eat..." Logan drawled, at that Remy chuckled.
After eating Remy went straight to his room, grabbing a change of clothes he headed for the bathroom to take a shower. After finishing up he slowly opened the door and looked in the hallway, walking back to his room he met with a few students who smiled and told him hi and started to chat wanting to know more about him, Remy ignored them and kept his head down staring at the carpet and continued to his room. "O-kay...what's his problem?" Bobby huffed.
Remy quickly entered his room and locked the door, sighing he lazily made his way to the bed and lied down getting comfortable, closing his red on black eyes, Remy let sleep take him.
XxXxX
The next morning Remy awoke to someone banging on his door, "WHAT?" he growled out as he looked to the clock on his nightstand which read seven am.
"Breakfast's ready if ya want something ta eat ya better hurry up..." he heard an unfamiliar voice yell through the door. Remy sighed and plopped back down on the bed.
"Dis place sucks..." he muttered to himself, then forced himself to get up and get dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt which were black, he tied up his boots and slipped on his trench coat, putting on his sunglasses he headed downstairs.
"Good-Morning Remy, did you sleep well?" Ororo asked with a smile.
"Yeah..." Remy shrugged as he headed for the kitchen seeing how crowded it was he made a beeline for the nearest door and went outside sitting on the steps he took out a cigarette.
"Not hungry?" Logan chirped as he stepped outside.
"I ain't going in dere wit dose vultures..." Remy answered as he took a drag.
"You know it's like that every frickin morning..." Logan sighed as he sat next to Remy. "So you get to meet your classmates today...hehe how excited are you?" Logan chuckled.
"I'd rather light myself on fire..." Remy drawled.
"You know we got a couple kids that can do that..." Logan quirked an eyebrow as Remy didn't seem interested. "Well ya got about fifteen minutes ta get ready to face everyone, so don't go running off...cause I'll find ya..."
Remy quirked an eyebrow, "Ya make dat sound like a threat..."
"It is cause I ain't tromping through the woods just so I can drag your scrawny ass back here..."
Remy chuckled, "What da hell makes ya think ya can catch me?"
Logan smirked, as he turned to the teen, "Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe..."
"There you are...Remy aren't you hungry?" Ororo asked as she stepped outside.
Remy looked up. "Non...not really..."
"Well everyone is waiting in the living room, shall we?" she asked gesturing for Remy to follow her, Logan chuckled as he stood and waited for the teen to join them.
Remy sighed and stubbed out his cigarette, "This sucks..." he muttered as he exhaled the smoke and stood. Remy leaned against the doorframe crossed his arms and bowed his head when the two dozen or so students looked up and stared at him, "Merde..." he whispered.
"Something tells me you don't like crowds..." a red haired girl stepped forward, "I'm Jean...You already met Scott..." she smiled and introduced the other mutants to the Cajun who still hadn't moved from his spot.
"Well you've met everyone...Why don't you introduce yourself?" Charles asked.
Remy sighed as he looked around, "Remy LeBeau...hi..."
"How come ya always look so depressed?" Bobby asked with a grin.
"What da hell does how I look have anything ta do wit what I'm doin' here?" Remy asked in turn.
"Why do you keep wearing those?" Scott asked, gesturing to the sunglasses.
Remy sighed as he eyed Scott "Why do you?"
"I have too, my powers course through my eyes...what's your excuse?"
"Why do ya care?"
Logan was snickering in the back, "What's with all the questions somebody give an answer to something..."
"All right...how about something simple...like what are your powers?" Hank asked a bit curious.
"I can make inanimate objects glow..." Remy sighed, when he was rudely interrupted.
"What the hell kind of power is that?" Bobby laughed.
"A fun one..." Remy hissed, glaring at the teen.
"Inanimate...Like what pieces of furniture or something?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah..."
"You're really not into talking hun?" Scott asked with a smirk.
"How evah did ya guess?"
"Why not?" Jean asked with a smile.
"I don like talkin' bout myself, it's none of ya business..." Remy smirked as he took out a deck of cards from within his trench coat and started shuffling them.
"Well you are new here pup it's only natural that everyone wants ta know about ya..."
Remy rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'm sixteen...live in N'Arleans...Happy now...are we done?" Remy asked Xavier again. Charles seeing how much Remy didn't want to continue nodded his head.
"Very well, Remy I've asked Jean and Scott to show you around the mansion the rest of you have chores to be done, Remy I'll see you in my office in a few hours..." with that said Charles left the living room.
"Alright Remy well this is the living room, where we usually hang out, it'll take us at least half an hour to show you everything so let's get started..." Scott smirked as he led the way showing Remy the kitchen, gym, garden and such even the danger room. "This room was specifically designed to withstand our powers so we can train to control them better, wanna try it?"
Remy smirked, "Non..." he answered as he turned in a circle looking around.
"Awww c'mon pup, show us what you can do..." Logan arrived and leaned against the door.
"Trust me I'd love ta show off and all but can it wait til some other time, I'm kinda tired didn't sleep much last night."
"Can I ask you a question?" Scott asked.
"What?"
"That's not really your power is it...to make stuff glow and all?"
"Non I was cut off by that idiot and I wasn't able ta finish...Why da hell would I need help in making stuff glow?"
"So what can ya do?" Logan asked now extremely curious.
"And spoil my fun I don' tink so..." Remy chuckled as he left the danger room and patted Logan on the arm.
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