Chapter 6 A little heart to heart

A few days later it was pouring out so the team stayed indoors, Remy was sitting in the rec room, watching as Kurt and Evan played a video game, the girls chatted while they played a board game.

"Hey Swamp Rat…ya wanna play?" Rogue asked with a smirk.

Remy looked up at the goth, "Non merci chère…" he sighed looking obviously bored.

"Scared you'll lose?" she taunted.

"Non…Remy not one fo board games…" he answered.

"What kind of games do you play?" Jubilee asked a bit curiously.

Remy smirked as he took out a pack of cards, "Thought it was obvious chère…" he chuckled making his cards appear and disappear in between his fingers.

"Card game hun…let me guess your favorite game is poker right?" Scott chuckled from his seat.

"Of course Scotty…its fun ta see da look on da players faces when dey lose all there money ta me…" Remy smirked.

"What makes you think you'd win with this group?"

"Ya can't be serious…Remy was taught since he be seven years old…by the best players homme…"

"Doesn't mean you can win with us?" Scott smirked.

"Ya tink ya can try and beat dis Cajun…I be called Gambit for a reason homme…"

"Shuffle the damn cards…" Scott stood rising up to the challenge and went to the table.

"Ya sure bout dis…ya ain't getting no help from dat harpy of yours…" Remy warned as he stood.

"Do you really need to call me names?" Jean sighed.

Remy turned to her and eyed her over then sat down at the table, "Yes…" he answered plainly as he took off his duster and draped it on the back of his chair and shuffled the cards.

"So who's in?" Scott asked. Rogue sat down beside the thief, "Come on we need a few more players…" Bobby stepped forward with an evil grin, Scott looked around at the small group of people. Noticing Logan enter the front door Scott chuckled, "Logan!"

"What?" the man sighed as he held his unlit cigar between his teeth and looked in the room.

"Wanna play a little poker?"

Logan smirked, "With you…eh no…sorry to tell you Cyke but you suck at the game…"

"I do not…anyways Remy's playing…"

"Gumbo's in hn…alright I guess I could play a few games…" he chuckled as he made his way to the table.

Remy sighed as he looked around, "Alright obviously ya'll know how to play…right?" He asked. "Please tell me ya can play, know da rules an such?"

"Yes you idiot…" Bobby sighed.

"Watch ya mouth junior…" Remy smirked, "So what ya'll gonna wager?"

"How about chores?" Rogue suggested.

Both Logan and Remy rolled their eyes at the suggestion that is until Logan started laughing softly, "Well pup it might be worth a shot…I mean think of all the free time you'll have…with all the added chores ya got this week…"

Remy quirked an eye and grinned, "Yeah…good point…" he smirked as he dealt out the cards.

A few hours later Bobby sighed as he slowly stood, "You had to be cheating somehow…" he sighed.

"Remy most certainly did not…t'was pure talent Icy…" he answered wit a grin.

"Right and I can make money come out of my ass…" Bobby retorted.

Remy froze when he looked at the frigid teen, "Ya can…didn't know dat…" Remy smirked, then frowned. "Actually Remy don' wanna know anyting concernin' ya derrière homme…"

Logan chuckled as he stood up and stretched, "Come on pup I think you and me need some air…" he sighed as he made his way to the front door.

"We do?" Remy looked at him a bit awkward then shrugged as he stood up and followed the man.

"Yeah…let's have ourselves a talk…"

"Oh yeah bout what?"

"Just come on…" Logan sighed as he opened the front door, stepping outside which was still raining, Logan watched as Remy took out a cigarette and lit it using his powers, Logan chuckled as he watched the teen, "Handy little trick…ya mind?" he asked showing him the cigar.

Remy smirked, "Ya still trust dis Cajun aftah last time?"

"Just light it will ya…"

"Yes sir…" Remy chuckled as he touched the end of the cigar and lit it, "So what's with da chat?"

"After the smoke…" Logan answered.

"What ya can't talk during?"

"Not here pup…"

"Why da hell not?"

"To close to the mansion…didn't ya know some of these walls have ears?" he chuckled.

"Ya wanna talk something serious or personal wit dis here tief?" Remy quirked an eye in suspicion, 'What's Wolfie up too?' he thought to himself.

Logan glanced over at Remy, "Yeah…" he answered simply.

Remy took the cigarette out of his mouth and looked around, "Well which is it?"

"Both…"

"Why?"

"Cause we need to talk that's why."

Remy dropped his head and sighed, "Look homme ya wanna talk about something serious no problem…but if it's something personal dat's about me I'll talk to mon père not you or Xavier…"

Logan looked at the seriousness on the teen's face then smirked and looked forward, "Alright that's fine, come on…" Logan then started walking towards the woods.

"Did Wolfie know dat it be raining?" he called out and ran after the man.

"What are you gonna melt?" Logan quipped.

"Non…where da hell we going?" he grumbled as he caught up with him.

"Boathouse…" Logan answered as he stood under the awning and looked out at the water.

Remy sighed as he shook off the water from his hair and off his duster, "Boathouse…" Remy looked around, "…hate ta tell ya dis homme but Remy knows nothing 'bout boats…"

Logan chuckled as he turned to the teen, "Are you in some kind of trouble again?" he asked.

Remy quirked an eye in confusion, "Hun…Non…why?"

"What's with you freaking out at med-lab a couple days ago and why did I have to drag you there?"

Remy sighed, "Aw come on homme…"

"No…give me an answer, are you in trouble again?"

"Non…" Remy answered.

Logan narrowed his eyes at the teen looking him over, "Okay so why freak out?"

"Eh…that would be personal…" Remy started fidgeting wanting to get out of there.

"Are you always going to act like that around Hank?"

"Probably…can't be helped homme…"

"Why?"

"Come on, Remy doesn't want ta talk 'bout dat…please…"

"Bad experience with doctors?"

"Not exactly…"

"Then what…you're scared of needles?"

Remy grimaced and shrugged, "Somethin' like dat…"

"Alright that's all I wanted ta know, Hank's not gonna hurt ya …try and keep that in mind next time ya need ya wounds looked at ya got that?"

Remy slowly nodded, "Dat all ya wanted ta talk 'bout?"

"Basically yeah, we're not gonna hurt ya kiddo we're here ta help ya alright?"

"Yeah, I guess…" Remy mumbled, then frowned and jerked his head back as Logan ruffled the boy's hair.

"Yeah you guess…" Logan repeated trying to imitate the boy's voice with a small hint of annoyance in it. "Heh come on let's get back inside before you catch cold…" he chuckled nudging the teen forward.

XxXxX

That night Remy was doing his homework listening to his music full blast, studying his math book while tapping away to the beat of the music with two pencils, at that moment Scott burst into the room with Jean on his arm. "Eh could you maybe go study in the library?" he asked a bit flushed.

Remy looked at the man with an irritated look, "Non…ya want ta get some action go somewhere else…"

"Remy this is my room…" Scott protested.

"Yeah so…I still have ta stay in it…get lost horny…"

"Come on Scott…" Jean tugged at his arm and glowered at the Cajun, Remy glowered back and stuck out his tongue at her in a childish manner.

"Immature…" she sighed pulling on Scott's arm leading him out of the room.

"TRAMP…" Remy yelled out as Scott closed the door.

XxXxX

Meanwhile Charles sighed as he was looking over a few folders that Hank had given him from a few students concerning their health, "Were you able to speak to Remy's father yet, concerning the little episode I described when I examined him a few days ago?" Hank asked.

"No…I've left a few messages but he hasn't contacted me yet…" he sighed putting the folders aside, and looking to the blue furry doctor giving him his complete attention, "In your opinion, why do you suppose he acted like that?"

"Well considering the old scars he has I'm not entirely sure, and the way he got angered when we asked him about it a few months ago…remember?"

"Yes that's when we found out that the young man was adopted." Charles smiled.

"Yes…It would seem that our little thief is yet again hiding in his little corner…as Logan practically had to drag him down to med-lab for an examination…he seemed horrified when I asked to gather a blood sample…I surely hope his father can answer a few puzzling questions since the young man surely refuses to talk about anything concerning himself."

Charles looked at the phone, "Oh why not, let's find out…shall we…" he took a breath and dialed the number putting the call on the speaker phone.

"LeBeau residence?" he heard a familiar voice sigh out as well as papers shuffling on the line, apparently Jean-Luc was busy.

"Good-afternoon Mr.LeBeau…this is Charles Xavier…"

"Ah yes, was just about ta call you…Yah wanted ta talk ta me homme?"

"Yes…it's about Remy I'm afraid…"

"What happened, he alright?" Jean-Luc asked a bit worriedly.

Charles smiled, "Yes of course…I'm afraid that my doctor would like a little information that you might know of…"

"Really…Like what?" Jean-Luc sighed as he pushed his papers aside, leaned back in his chair and lifted his feet to rest on top of the desk.

"Well Remy refuses to be treated…Logan has to nearly drag him to med lab to get your son's wounds looked at to make sure they don't get infected…we were just wondering if you knew why Remy would fear doctors so much?"

"That would be new to me M'sieu…he might be uncomfortable around doctors but he's never feared them…"

Beast frowned a bit and decided to speak up, "But he was trembling when I was about to get a blood sample…wait is he perhaps afraid of needles?"

Jean-Luc cringed a bit, "It's not that he's afraid…it's a bit more complicated then that and I would prefer ta not talk about it, it's kind of personal…"

"Is there perhaps a way to explain without actually divulging what happened, was it a traumatic experience?" Charles asked.

"In a matter of speaking yeah…but he's over it of sorts I really don't want ta speak of dis from what I hear that place of yours got thin walls and very good ears if ya know what I'm sayin' I'd rather no one knew of this…"

"Of course discretion would be taken, I assure you that it would only stay between Dr.McCoy and myself…" Charles assured.

"It would greatly help us in treating Remy of a great deal if I knew why he's so afraid of coming to med-lab, I and Logan would rather appreciate having Remy actually walk into med-lab instead of being dragged or forced in the room." Hank sighed.

The line kept silent for a few minutes as Jean-Luc thought for a moment, "Alright…but if any of dis leaks out I swear…"

"It won't…you have my word…" Charles cut the man off not wanting him angered from what he'd previously seen of what Mr.LeBeau could do he knew how powerful the man could be.

Jean-Luc sighed, "You know that Remy be adopted non?"

"Yes we know…"

"Well ya see my boy used ta live on da streets when he was very young…" he paused, "And dere be a lot of um…mon Dieu I can' even say it…" he whispered. "Anyway Remy didn't want ta be abused like dat and so would fight back…he told me dat some men had forced him on the ground and injected my boy with I don't know what anything to keep him calm so he would be easier to handle…don' ask me ta say dat again cause I won't ya understand?"

"Yes we understand…My word…" Hank gasped.

"Aftah dat he kinda became addicted to whatever drug he could get his hands on it would help him forget ya see…It took awhile fo us ta get him off da stuff, someone had ta constantly be wit him…Ya see now he scared of da needles cause he don' know what's in em…and he don' want ta be addicted to da drugs no more he don' want ta disappoint his Tante…It took him years ta get over it…"

"Yes now I quite understand…" Hank frowned.

"Doesn't matter how badly hurt he gets, Remy don' trust people easily da moment he sees a needle he'll split…"

"Thank-you for telling us Mr.LeBeau…"

"Yeah well ya ain't welcome, an don' ya forget ya gave me ya word Xavier…" Jean-Luc warned.

"Yes I will not forget…" Charles answered about to say goodbye and hang up.

"Oh one more 'ting…" Jean-Luc chuckled, "Dis nearly slipped my mind…ya tink ya can take it easy on da punishments…I know he can be a pain at times but Remy was not raised a normal little boy…Ya know dat he be a thief non, stealin' be like second nature ta him it can't be helped M'sieu…ya can't punish im fo da way he be raised…besides as I heard it dat car was returned without a scratch…"

Charles chuckled, "His punishment wasn't that brutal…just early training sessions…"

"Still, dat be da way he is homme…"

"I don't much approve of the little hobby but I'll calm down a bit as long as he stops stealing within the mansion…"

"Well now dat sounds fair…" Jean-Luc quipped, "Dat all ya wanted ta talk ta me about Remy and da doctors?"

"Yes…" Charles answered.

"Well if dere be anyting else don' hesitate ta call sorry took so long ta return ya call but I be a busy man homme…" Jean-Luc chuckled.

"Yes of course…thank you again Mr.LeBeau good-bye…" Charles hung up. "Well that wasn't expected…I feel sorry for our little thief…" he sighed.

"Yes well thankfully as Jean-Luc said Remy has been successfully rehabilitated, and I haven't seen any evidence that Remy is secretly using…"

"That is a relief…" Charles whispered as he turned his chair and looked outside as the sun disappeared behind the trees.

XxXxX

Remy groaned as he got himself ready for bed, for some reason he was extremely tired, probably had to do with the little early training sessions, "Dis clearly be harassment…" Remy smirked as he flopped on his bed and lazily draped the blanket over himself, and closed his eyes as he was about to go sleepy time, the bedroom door opened and the light was turned on resulting in the crafty little thief to open his eyes at the racket and cry out as the bright light made it's way to his eyes. "WHAT DA FUCK…" Remy cursed out as he squeezed his eyes shut.

"What…oh sorry…" Scott sighed as he went to his dresser and changed his clothes to get ready for bed, turning off the light Scott got in his bed and made himself comfortable, staying quiet for a few seconds he frowned and sat up when he heard Remy continue to breathe heavily. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Am I okay…" Remy hissed still breathing heavily, "What da fuck is wrong wit ya…you know not ta turn on da light so fucken quick like dat dere be a reason why deres a dimmer ya fucken asshole…" Remy yelled.

"I said I was sorry…"

"Ya sorry…try shoving fucken needles in ya eyes ya bastard…What da hell is wrong wit you people…" Remy growled as he held his head a bit trying to sooth away the pain he felt then turned his back to Scott and tried to get to sleep.

"Remy…"

"Shut-up…" Remy seethed trying to calm himself draping the blanket over his head just in case, more idiots decided to brighten his day by being stupid and forgetting about his eyes.

Scott released a sigh as he lied back down and stared at the ceiling, knowing that Remy would only get angry if he said anything else, Scott decided to keep quiet and try and go to sleep.

That morning Remy was shaken awake, jerking back Remy quickly looked around to find Scott still sleeping in his bed and a smirking Wolverine hovering above him, "Come on pup, early training session remember?" he chuckled.

"Eh wakin' a teenager up dis early in da morning is bad fo ya health ya know dat…" Remy yawned and plopped back down on the bed.

"Ya forget I have a healin' factor and am very healthy?" Logan chuckled pulling on the blankets.

Remy sighed as he began to mumble, Logan had to strain to hear, "Stupid powers wit…stupid mansion people won't let me sleep cause of stupid car…" Remy grumbled as he slowly sat up and headed for the dresser to get dressed.

Walking as slowly as possible Remy took his time following the Wolverine down the hall and down the stairs towards the danger room, "Quit sulking, another three more sessions after this one then you can go back to your usual sleeping habits…"

"Usual sleepin' habits?…da only way I get ta do dat again is if I get my own room, stupid idiot Scott…wit that little harpy of his…" Remy continued to grumble.

Logan couldn't help but chuckle as he entered the elevator, turning around he quirked an eye and smirked Remy just looked dazed and stood there, "Ya spacin' pup…" he grinned as he grabbed Remy by the shirt and pulled him into the elevator.

Two hours later

Logan sighed as he walked over to Remy and helped him up, "You're not concentrating kiddo…"

"Ech…leave Remy alone…are we done…dis boy be starvin'…" Remy sighed as he rubbed at his arm to get rid of the stinging sensation, "Ya tink ya'd take it easy wit dem metal claws of yours…"

"Hey you keep telling me you're well trained and can take care of yourself…" Logan smirked as he headed towards the door. "Come on I'll treat you to a coffee…"

"Can ya make it an Irish coffee?" Remy asked with a smirk.

"Not unless you want a few more days in the danger room…" Logan chuckled.

"Ya no fun homme…" Remy sighed.

XxXxX

After breakfast Remy was sitting on Storm's balcony protected by an awning he watched the rain as it poured down, Storm smiled as she walked up to him, "Finally sitting in one place and not getting into trouble I see…" she smiled as she stood beside him.

"It be raining…dis Cajun don' like ta get wet…" he grinned looking up to her.

"Really, you do know with a wave of my hand I can make the rain stop and the sun come out…" she offered.

"Non…Remy likes da sound and smell of da rain…jus don' like getting cold an wet…" he chuckled.

"I suppose I should remind you that class will start in a few minutes…"

"Hun…" Remy turned to her, "What…class?" Remy looked around, "Oh damn see ya Stormy…" Remy rushed out of her garden and ran to his room to get his books for his first class.

"Good-bye Remy…" she laughed, and sighed he had been coming to her garden often these past few weeks, "Perhaps he's a bit homesick…" she told herself. "…and needs a little cheering up." she smiled and headed downstairs.