A/N: figured what the hell why not continue I got a few more ideas…sorry it took so long :)
Chapter 5 Can't sleep…have fun.
Remy ducked dodged and ran as fast as he could walking sideways and up a wall to get away from his hunters, he grinned as he back-flipped from a seventeen foot drop and landed gracefully on his feet, taking out his Bo staff he kept it retracted and held it behind him eyeing the three X-men before him a tiny miniscule smirk forming on his lips, Scott, Bobby and Kurt surrounded the thief.
"I'm not falling for the same trick you little prick…" Bobby growled remembering the last time they had a session in the danger room, he literally got his ass kicked by the thieving Cajun.
"Ya call dat a threat…come on Icy ya can do bettah then dat…" Remy chuckled, eyeing Scott who slowly lifted his hand to his visor. Remy could sense Kurt's anxiety as he was about to teleport. Remy sighed as he slowly shook his head. "Still too slow…" he smirked. Kurt teleported while Scott fired and Bobby sent a shot of ice intent to freeze the thief's legs to the floor.
But Remy being the clever little thief quickly extended his staff, nudging Kurt in the ribs as he appeared behind the thief forcing the blue elf to step back as he clutched his stomach, Remy then twirled his staff making the blast that Scott fired ricochet off the staff sending it towards the frozen teen hitting Bobby in the rear end, while he had sent an ice blast towards the thief, Remy then turned and tripped Kurt sending him falling on the floor. Remy used his staff to knock out Scott's legs from under him, then pole-vaulted to a ledge above the teens crouching down he looked at the teens as they began arguing Scott shook his head as he stood and fired a blast towards Kurt to free his legs from their ice prison.
Remy looked up at the control center and chuckled, "Dis supposed ta be a challenge, I didn't even use my powers dis time…" he sighed.
Storm couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, pushing on a button she spoke on the intercom, "Perhaps we should send Scott and the others to New Orleans to get trained by the Thieves Guild…"
Remy looked up and made a face of disgust, "Ey no chance in hell…Remy'll get laughed at…I got a reputation ta tink about Stormy…no way…" he scowled as he leapt from his perch and crouched down beside Kurt helping the blue elf to his feet.
Charles laughed at that comment and turned off the program, "That will be all for today…now I believe you four still have some homework that needs to be done."
Remy grinned as he retracted his staff and put it in his trench coat then ran out of the room. "What are you in such a hurry for?" Scott smirked as he called out to the Cajun while he waited for the elevator.
"Why would I tell you…" Remy chuckled as he turned his head and noticed the limp in Cyclops' walk.
"I'm curious…what you got a date or something?" Scott asked heading for the changing room and began to take off his uniform.
"Non…" Remy shrugged as he entered the elevator and pushed the button to head upstairs. Smiling at the students he met on the way back to his room, whom he was now sharing with Scott since Xavier had had an abundance of new students these last few months. Turning on the computer he grabbed a math and algebra book, and placed them on a chair beside the desk he then propped his feet on top of the books and began typing away checking his messages.
A few laughs and chuckles escaped his throat at the messages and pictures Lapin and Henri had sent him, while Jean-Luc and Tante preferred talking to the little thief on the phone.
Scott entered the room a few moments later with Jean close behind him, Scott quirked an eyebrow, "Aren't you supposed to be doing your homework…you know those books aren't supposed to be used as a foot stool…"
"Yeah whatever get 'her' out of here…now…" Remy glared at the red head.
Jean sighed, "Remy I did apologize what's it going to take for you to let it go…"
"A hell of a lot more den a fucken apology…get out…" Remy growled.
Jean sighed as she rolled her eyes and shook her head leaving the room. "She didn't mean to get in your head Remy…" Scott tried to defend the telepath.
"Don' ya fucken start, I remember her words clear as day in dat alley, 'Dey want something and you won't tell us…' then she tinks just cause she a fucken telepath she can invade Remy's head…nono…" Remy hissed turning his attention back to the screen.
Jean hearing the little conversation sighed as she stood at the doorway, "Remy…"
"OUT…" he pointed towards the hall not even bothering looking away from the screen.
Scott shook his head as he retrieved his books and left the room with Jean, Remy let out a frustrated sigh and sent out a few replies then logged off, stood up and looked through his drawer grasping a cigarette he placed it between his lips and headed for his window, intent on going to the roof, but instead he found himself being jerked back, by the back of his coat, the cigarette popping out of his mouth. Remy having extremely good reflexes grabbed the white stick in mid air and pocketed it then turned to the sudden intruder, "What da hell homme?" Remy growled as Logan pulled him back.
"This is ya last warning pup…get your scrawny ass down to med lab…"
Remy narrowed his eyes, "Why I'm fine…" he growled not wanting to be strip searched and looked at by the fuzzy doctor.
"I don't give a shit…get down there now or I'm draggin' ya down there kicking and screaming if I have to…you were supposed ta get your wounds looked at weeks ago…" Logan glared at the teen daring him to do anything.
"I'm alive now aren't I why ya gotta be such a pain in my ass…" Remy grumbled as he jerked his arm forward wanting Logan to let go of his coat and headed out the door, knowing he wouldn't have the chance to run or hide when the Wolverine was this close to the crafty thief. So he'd just have to wait until he was close to a door that led outside…hehehe
Remy grumbled all the way down the steps, taking as much time as possible Logan close to his heels knowing he was planning something, Remy smirked as he spotted his way out of here, 'Ah good ol Bobby…' he grinned, as the two teens passed by each other, Remy bumped into him making him drop his books he then tripped Bobby to crash in front of Logan, Remy sprinted out of the mansion so fast, it look more like a blur.
"That little bastard…" Logan growled as he pulled Bobby to his feet and ran after the thief.
After about twenty minutes Logan walked through the wooded path within the mansion estate, the moment he smelled the Cajun and sensed where he was hiding, Logan unsheathed his claws and sliced the tree trunk in half as the tree fell with the thief still in it. Logan stepped forward slicing at the branches then lifted Remy off the ground and turned him around wrapping an arm around the thief's neck. "Didn't your father tell ya to behave…or he'd send your aunt over…"
Remy clawed at the man's arm, "Let go…" he hissed, trying his best to free himself.
"You had no problem in letting Hank look at ya last time, or when ya first came here…what's da deal?" he asked letting the thief go and pushing him back to trip over the tree. "And don't even think about running again, I'm getting tired of ya little games…"
Remy slowly sat up and rubbed at his throat, "Da first time I was forced to and da second time Remy didn't have a choice…" the teen grumbled.
"Hank's not gonna hurt ya pup…" Logan answered holding out his hand to help the thief up. "Ya know the rules…ya get seriously hurt Hank's gotta take a look at it in case it gets infected…" he answered pulling him up.
"I got shot almost a month ago…I'm bloody fine…" Remy protested.
Logan narrowed his eyes and leaned his head forward locking eyes with the thief, "You either walk there or be dragged…" he growled.
Remy released an irritated shout and turned around making his way back to the mansion, "Fucken guardians…" he mumbled.
Logan stayed close by as he followed the thief. "Fucken teenagers…" he grumbled.
XxXxX
Remy now sat on one of the beds within med-lab seeming not too happy, Logan his arms crossed stood beside him to make sure he stayed put, Hank couldn't help but smile at the sight of the fearless Cajun having to be dragged down to a doctor's lab to get examined.
"Well now it's been a while since I've had one of your visits…would you please take off your duster and shirt?" Hank smiled, as he approached with a small tray of instruments.
Remy narrowed his eyes a bit and looked at the tools on the tray, seeing no needles or anything that could do him any harm he took a deep breath and sighed, then slowly did as asked. Hank noticed the apparent gesture as the thief now seemed extremely nervous, and Logan could sense and smell the small hint of fear on the teenager.
Remy flinched when Hank ran his claws on the wounds on his side and chest as he examined them, then looked at the slash wound on his chest, he then picked up the stethoscope and listened to the thief's lungs and heart, "Take a deep breath…" he instructed, "Again…Well you seem to be healing well…" he smiled, "Now I just need a little blood."
Remy's eyes widened, "What?" he asked as Hank took out a small package and opened it revealing a sanitized syringe. "Whoa no one said nothin' bout no needles…" Remy lifted his legs over the bed to make a quick getaway if he had to.
"I need to test your blood Remy…just concentrate on the wall to your right…" he smiled.
"Ya ain't givin me nothin'?"
"No…" Hank answered and waited until Remy calmed down a bit watching as he sat back down dangling his legs over the side of the bed, Hank gave a small smile as he tied up the Cajun's left arm. "This will only take a few seconds…" he assured.
Logan was about to give out a humorous comment but decided not too as Remy began to tremble slightly while Hank pierced the Cajun's arm with the needle. The moment the blood was collected Remy had begun to relax a bit and put on his shirt, "Thank-you Remy that will be all…" Hank smiled.
The moment he was told that he could leave Remy grabbed his duster and bolted out the door. Logan frowned a bit as he watched the door when it closed with a hiss, "D'ya notice all that Hank?" he asked.
"That I did…perhaps I or the Professor should have a small talk with the boy's father…" he answered as he wrote something on the tube of the blood sample he had just collected.
XxXxX
Remy bolted outside suddenly feeling a bit claustrophobic, frantically looking through his trench coat nearly tearing it apart Remy breathed a sigh of relief as he found what he was looking for, "There ya are…" he sighed holding the cigarette up and shakily put it between his lips, holding up his hand he lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.
"Don't ya know those are bad for ya?" Rogue smirked as she leaned against the pillar at the mansion entrance.
"Gimme a break chère I just came out of a horrifying experience…" Remy drawled enjoying his cigarette.
"Really?"
Remy frowned and turned to the Goth, "Yes really what ya turn deaf da last couple minutes?" he asked a bit annoyed, he was having a shitty day today and was not in the mood to chat.
Rogue quirked an eye, "Usually you're all cheery what bug crawled up your ass?"
"Everyone's on my case today leave me alone…" he mumbled as he exhaled the smoke from his lungs and put on his trench coat then went for a walk towards the boat house.
"Remy tell dem he be fine what da hell are dey all so fricken worried about…when Remy starts worrying bout Remy dat when dere be something wrong…" he mumbled to himself, picking up a stick and snapping it in half, he stepped onto the dock and charging the sticks he threw them in the air and watched as they landed in the small lake with a hiss. Waiting a few seconds he smirked as the water bubbled up when the sticks detonated under water. "Hope dere not be any fishies down dere…" he chuckled starting to feel a little bit better.
XxXxX
That night Remy snuck out of his room and as silently as possible made his way downstairs, "You know you're supposed ta tell someone when you leave the estate…" he heard Remy sighed as he slumped his shoulders and turned around to find Rogue eating an apple.
"What ya gonna rat me out?" he asked a bit aggravated.
"No…where you going?" she asked taking a bite out of her apple.
"Out chère…tink it's obvious…" he whispered.
"Out where?" she asked raising her voice a bit.
"Fo da love of…" Remy looked around, "Da whole point in sneakin out is ta stay quiet…shut-up…"
"Okay I'll keep quiet if ya take me with ya…"
"Non…" Remy answered plainly.
"Okay then I'll just go wake up the Professor…" she smiled innocently slowly making her way to the stairs.
Knowing very well that she'd do it just to be able to irritate the thief, Remy sighed. "Alright…" he growled as he walked outside a chuckling Rogue following him.
"So where we headed?"
"Remy had a hard day, he needs entertainment…" Remy answered simply.
"Okay…define entertainment…" Rogue quirked an eye as he headed in the garage and opening the door then made his way to Scott's car. "You expect to be breathing through a tube tomorrow?" she mused getting in the passenger's seat.
"I ain't afraid of ol' one-eye…I would have taken Wolfie's bike but…well he just scares da hell out of me…" Remy chuckled, as he started the engine and backed up the car heading towards the gate.
Half an hour later the two teens were at a dance club, "So this is your idea of entertainment…ya realize this is the place where that Assassin guy tried to kill ya?"
"Was dis da place…damn Remy forgot all about dat…" the thief drawled as he parked the car and headed for the entrance, Rogue was at his heels.
Remy made his way to the bar and ordered a beer and a shot, smiling at the female bartender he grabbed the beer and downed the shot he then turned to an unimpressed Rogue, "You do know you're underage right?" she asked quirking an eye and crossing her arms at her chest.
Remy didn't seemed fazed by this information or the way she was acting as he took a sip from his beer, "You know if I'd have known you'd be a pain in my ass I would have drop kicked ya da moment ya said ya'd go ta Xavier's…" he drawled taking a gulp of the beer and began walking away from her.
"What the hell is wrong with you…ya like getting inta trouble?" she asked following him to the middle of the dance floor.
Remy rolled his eyes, "Oh here comes da little speech…" he groaned, "Listen…I don't get inta trouble chère, I make trouble…" he growled starting to get annoyed with the goth.
Rogue quirked an eye at his sudden attitude, "What are you so pissed about?" she demanded.
"You…and ya annoying little friends, those I'm too perfect for ya little group, ya'll tink I don't know what ya be sayin' behind Remy's back or don' notice ya'll staring…I'm about ta go crazy wit ya stupid little rules and ya curfews and all that crap…ya get one scratch an ya forced ta go ta med-lab, ya get yelled at for not putting a dirty plate in da dishwasher, and ya get eyed over for borrowin' a stupid car…" he growled, he just wanted one night of partying to cool off but noooooo, she just had to have a bitchfest about everything…
"Well what do you expect…you always decline when we ask you to go somewhere or do something, you always start trouble with your little pranks and jokes, and you have been warned about stealing things…"
Remy snorted as he placed his right hand above his heart, "Oh my…Is dat what's botherin' all of ya…da fact dat I don' like taking orders or dat I steal things?"
"Both…" Rogue answered.
"Bo…" Remy laughed as he finished the beer, "I don' believe dis…" he chuckled.
"What's your problem with following the rules anyways?"
"Oh my…look a Scotty impersonator…Ya wanna know my problem Roguie…My problem is dat I don' like wearin' a leash…and 'bout my stealin' ya telling me ta quit is like tellin' me ta stop breathin' so don't…" he hissed as he headed outside apparently Rogue had ruined any enjoyment he had planned for the evening.
"Whoa wait where are you going?" Rogue quickly followed the thief outside.
"Out…here…" he yelled throwing the keys to Scott's car towards her. He then ran down the street and ducked into an alley jumping up to a fire escape he quickly climbed the stairs and running on the roof he leapt to another building making sure that she couldn't follow.
After running from rooftop to rooftop for the last half hour, Remy slumped down the side of a building and sat on one of the perches dangling his legs over the side looking at the cars as they passed by below, he leaned back to rest his back on the brick wall and lifted his right leg he then rested his arm on it then looked up at the sky deep in thought.
"What da hell do ya expect…I was raised a thief and I'll die a thief, an I ain't gonna change for you or anyone…" he whispered and slowly closed his eyes.
After a few hours had passed Remy sighed as he began climbing down the fifteen-story building to street level and hailing a nearby cab made his way back to the mansion. Dreading the moment Xavier was going to call him back to his office to complain about his behavior and warn him of the consequences and blah, blah, blah…
Sneaking into the mansion Remy silently walked up the stairs and down the hall to his and Scott's shared room taking off his trench coat he slowly opened the door, kicking off his boots, he draped his coat at the foot of the bed as he always did, and quickly changing his clothes he crawled into his bed and closed his eyes, they immediately snapped open when he heard a familiar voice in his head.
I believe you owe me a visit in the morning Remy… he heard, Remy didn't reply as he gave a small frown, Good night… the voice continued, at that Remy waited a few moments and raised his shields then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
XxXxX
The next morning Remy groaned as Scott had yet again left the drapes open, the sun shone brightly through the window, Remy released an irritated sigh as he pulled his blanket over his head, "He doin' dis on purpose…" he growled, deciding to stay in bed this morning Remy made himself comfortable and sighed he rolled his eyes when the door was slammed open, 'Well so much fo sleepin' in…' he thought to himself.
"I should strangle you right now…" Scott hissed as he made his way to the thief's bed.
"And why would ya do something like dat?" Remy quipped, knowing why Scott was pissed.
"You took my car…" he seethed.
"I took your car…" Remy repeated trying to imitate Scott in a high pitched voice.
"Get that stupid blanket off your head and look at me…" Scott growled.
"Not until ya pull da damn shade down ya idjit…" Remy hissed in turn taking his arm out from under the blanket and pointing at the window.
"Argh you are such a bastard…" Scott growled as he left the room in a huff and slammed the door shut.
"And you be a jackass but ya don't hear me spreadin' it around…" Remy yelled back in retort with a small chuckle.
Sighing the crafty little thief, closed his eyes and groggily got out of bed, since he had memorized the layout of the room he walked to his dresser and feeling around found what he wanted to wear and slowly got dressed, his hands roamed through his trench coat to search for his sunglasses, putting them on he opened his eyes and began to make his bed, "Now how ta get even with one eye?" he asked himself, "Scotty knows dat Remy's eyes be very sensitive…" he pouted wiping away a fake tear then smirked as the man's precious car came to mind. "Hn…maybe later…" he chuckled as he made his way downstairs.
Spotting the Professor, Remy silently screeched to a halt and turned around heading back upstairs, "Remy…" he heard that annoying warning tone you know the same your parents use when they don't seem too impressed with your actions, sighing Remy slumped his shoulders and turned around plopping down on the stairs, leaning his left elbow on his leg to rest his chin on his palm.
"Alright…let's hear it…" he drawled.
Xavier quirked an eye and gave a small smile, "Hear what exactly?" he asked.
"Eh ya ain't baiting Gambit in anyt'ing homme, just give ya little speech already…" he answered waving his right hand in the air.
Charles couldn't help but chuckle, "Very well…three small little offences this time…"
"Dat all?" Remy's eyes widened.
"Are there supposed to be more?" Charles asked curiously.
"Eh…non…"
"Yes well now…first, leaving the mansion after curfew, second stealing Scott's car and third that little incident with the alcohol…now explain if you would…"
Remy rolled his eyes and huffed, "Roguie got a big mouth…" he grumbled and sighed. "Alright Remy was havin a shitty day and wanted ta go out could have taken a cab but Remy just can't help hi'self and wanted ta piss off Scotty cause well…he just be an ass…" he chuckled.
"And the drinking?"
"It was just one beer an one shot…Remy didn't drive back here he took a cab…don' get what da big deal is…"
"The big deal is that…you young LeBeau are sixteen years old…"
Remy looked at him for a moment and blinked twice, "Ya point being…alcohol don't affect me unless I drink gallons of da stuff, besides we LeBeau's are known ta drink a lot of wine an dere be none in sight…so beer it is…"
"No it isn't…you will have kitchen duty for a week for breaking curfew, early practice sessions for stealing Scott's car…" Charles noticed the glare in the thief's eyes as he said that last part, "And no more beer…eh let me rephrase that…no more alcohol." he warned.
Remy released an irritated sigh as he stood up and stomped down the stairs, "Why don't ya'll strip me naked and hang me on da flagpole…" he growled. Heading for the kitchen, "Don't fucken believe dis…" he yelled, grabbing an orange and a bottle of water, he ignored the stares of the students and headed outside, reaching into the inside of his trench coat Remy procured his cell and flipping it open dialed home.
"LeBeau residence…Henri speaking…" he heard.
"Where's papa…I don't wanna hear no insults from ya Henri get him on da phone now…" he growled.
"Dat bad?" Henri asked with a small smirk.
"PUT IM ON DA PHONE…" Remy yelled.
"Alright, alright jeez hold on…PERE…REMY NEEDS TA BITCH ABOUT SOMETHING…" Henri chuckled, "What happened?" he asked waiting until their father came to the phone.
"Henri fo da love of…" Remy hissed.
"Henri quit annoying ya brother, and give me da phone…" Remy heard on the line, "You alright Remy?" Jean-Luc asked.
"Yeah I'm alright I just be very pissed off…" Remy growled. "I don' fucken believe dis…"
"Calm down an watch ya mouth petite…What happened?" he asked.
"I got punished…fo stealin'…" Jean-Luc could hear the anger seeping out of his son's voice. The little thief had never been caught stealing before and clearly he was taking this very hard. "I borrowed a car an I'm actually being punished fo it…it was returned da same way I took it…"
"Eh…so ya got caught…" Jean-Luc smirked.
"Non I didn't get caught, I got ratted out…" he growled and began pacing.
"I take it ya learn a lesson from dis fiston?" Jean-Luc smirked sitting down in a chair knowing this would be a long conversation.
"Yeah don' trust no one, plus it doesn't help that there be fricken telepaths around…" he grumbled plopping down on the grass and peeling his orange holding the phone to his ear by using his shoulder.
"Dey not gettin' in ya head are dey?"
"Non…da bitch tried it once, said I'd break her legs if she did it again…"
"Hey no threats on da ladies…you forget how I raise you?"
"Non…aftah Julien slashed me across da chest…I got light headed cause of da blood loss an she forced herself in my head…" Remy answered plainly.
There was a long silence on the other end of the line, "Give me her full name, her address and social security number…we'll have her ruined by noon…" At that Remy laughed, Jean-Luc smirked knowing that would get him smiling, "So how are you holding out dere petite?"
"Argh…don' get me started on dat…stupid rules and curfews…ya tink since dey know I be a thief they'd obviously know I be a night person…"
Jean-Luc chuckled at that, "Dey not making ya do something ya don't want are dey?"
"Non…" Remy sighed as he chewed on his orange.
"Ya done venting…Ya feel bettah?"
"Oui…" Remy smirked.
"Ya wanna talk ta Tante?"
"Oui…" Remy whispered.
"Hold on…" Jean-Luc called to Tante and handed the woman the phone, Tante sat down and talked to her angel for well over an hour. Remy didn't notice Logan sitting on the steps at the front door of the mansion, smoking a cigar looking at the teen as he lied down on the grass and laughed.
Now feeling a whole hell of a lot better Remy had a smile on his face as he walked back to the mansion, who knew that bitching to your parents about your shitty day made you feel better.
