Chapter 8 A mother's love

A day had passed and Logan having a bad feeling started to panic a bit which was a first for him, since Charles couldn't sense the teen anywhere in the city he had been on Cerebro for nearly twelve hours now, Logan frowned as he paced the main hall with several X-men watching him, the moment Charles had a location they were to leave at that moment.

Scott was in his room getting a sweatshirt, since he was to lead a team in the city to help search for the thief, hearing a cell phone ring, Scott turned and looked to the trench coat on the bed, he quirked an eye, "Remy never leaves the mansion without that stupid coat on…" he told himself, walking over to it he looked through the pockets took out the cell and answered it.

"Mon dieu Remy where ya been?" Jean-Luc asked feeling a bit relieved since he had called several times and found it weird that Remy didn't answer.

"Ummm this isn't Remy…" Scott answered.

"What da hell ya doin' answering his phone?" Jean-Luc asked.

"Well it was ringing…" Scott answered simply.

A slight pause was heard as Jean-Luc picked his words carefully, "Where is he?" he asked narrowing his eyes.

"Um I'm not quite sure…" Scott answered.

"Who is dis?"

"Scott Summers sir, I'm Remy's roommate…"

"Well M'sieu Summers can ya maybe hand Remy's phone ta M'sieu Xavier or M'sieu Logan?"

"Yeah sure hold on…" Scott answered and cringed 'This can't be good…' he told himself as he quickly made his way downstairs, since Charles was busy at the moment searching for Remy using Cerebro, Scott handed Remy's cell to Logan.

Logan frowned at the cell and eyed Scott with a questioning look, Scott sighed as he mouthed of that it was Remy's father, "Fuck…" Logan hissed as he took a breath and slowly took the cell from Scott, "This is Logan…" he spoke.

"M'sieu Logan…dis be Jean-Luc…where da hell is my son?" he asked calmly, "Remy nevah goes nowhere without his phone…" he continued to speak in a calming voice. Logan could tell the man didn't sound too impressed, "I want to talk to my boy NOW…" he yelled. Logan flinched at the sound of the man's voice as he pulled the phone away from his ear.

Knowing how angered the man could get especially since he was so protective of Remy.

Logan sighed he so didn't want to piss this man off anymore than he was now, "Look we can't find him…we figured he left to blow off steam somewhere…Xavier is looking for him now…I'll call you when we know more alright…" Logan tried to assure the man, not mentioning that the young thief had been missing for way over a day, hoping he could buy time so Jean-Luc wouldn't fly his entire guild to New York to search for the Cajun. He waited patiently as there was a long silence on the line.

Jean-Luc growled as he tried to maintain his composure, "I give ya an hour M'sieu if I don' get an answer ya bettah pray I not get my hands on ya don' care if ya got claws…I left him in ya care if he gets hurt so help me…"

"I get it…I'll call you in an hour…" Logan promised and quickly hung up before the man on the other line added a few more threats.

"I take it daddy is pissed?" Scott frowned.

"Extremely…we got an hour ta find this kid…" Logan sighed as he scratched the back of his head and looked at the X-men before him. "Anyone have any idea why he'd split like that?" he asked.

"Well he did leave in a hurry yesterday after dinner…" Rogue spoke up.

"Where did he say he was going?" Hank asked deep in thought.

"He didn't say anything he just ran down the stairs and rushed out the doors." She answered.

The little conversation was cut off when Charles quickly sent them a thought, Logan I have him…he's injured…you must hurry… Charles informed as he gave them the address.

"Right…Hank, Scott, Jean and Kurt…come with me..." he spoke up heading towards the garage. The five X-men quickly made their way to the building hoping they weren't too late, Logan looked to Jean as they entered seeing a dozen people walking around, "Well?" he asked, Jean only shook her head as she concentrated.

Logan getting the faintest scent of the Cajun followed his nose to the elevators, "The scent's faint…means if he's still in the building…he's been here a while…" he answered as he followed his nose stopping at an elevator that was out of service.

"It's out of order Logan…" Scott answered stating the obvious. "I read in the paper yesterday that the wires had snapped it was a good thing that there was no one inside…" Scott answered.

"Don't be too sure about that Cyke…It's faint but I smell Remy, Creed…and ol bucket head…"

"What?" Everyone spoke aloud.

"Yeah…" Logan answered pulling the yellow tape off the door and forcing the elevator doors open he looked down towards the basement where the wrecked elevator was then looked up and noticed blood on the wall, "Well someone had an accident…" he frowned as he noticed the trail ended within an open shaft the ladder had been twisted and broken off.

A security guard approached the group, "Um s-sirs…" he stuttered as he noticed the massive blue fur hiding within a trench coat and hat.

Logan quickly grabbed the man pulling him forward, "Where does that vent lead?"

"Wha…"

"The vent…" Logan pressed.

The man looked within the elevator up to where Logan was pointing, "Eh…it travels all around the building but that one probably leads to the fourth floor…the whole floor is Mr.Filch's firm…" he answered.

Logan quickly released the man and with the others entered the elevator that was working and headed upstairs. Once the doors opened three men looked at the strangers from their desks, a few stood and frowned, while the others were occupied doing their work. Logan walked around looking up at the grates hoping he could get a whiff. He looked to Jean who again shook her head as she still couldn't sense him.

Walking around the office Logan suddenly stopped as he smelled blood, he gasped as he quickly made his way into one of the cubicles ignoring the protests of the employees within, Logan looked up at the grate and quickly pushed a desk under it standing on it he opened the grate, the moment he did a bloody arm fell thankfully it was still attached to the body, the employees gasped and stepped back. Logan quickly looked in the duck and checked the teen for a pulse which he still had, Scott climbed the desk as well as he and Logan then carefully pulled Remy out, and laid him on the desk.

Logan winced at the bruises on the thief, "He looks really bad Hank…" he whispered. Hank approached as he checked the thief's vitals.

"He's lost a lot of blood…Kurt…" Hank turned to the teen who quickly took the hint and touching Remy and the doctor teleported out of the building and into the van, Hank quickly started wrapping the thief's wounds as Kurt went to get the others.

XxXxX

A few hours later, Remy groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, seeing Charles beside him Remy closed his eyes again feeling a headache, "Can't be heaven…" he croaked his voice hoarse.

"Why not?" Charles asked curiously.

"No girls around…" he answered clearing his throat, Charles couldn't help but chuckle, "Is Remy dead?" the thief asked with a tiny moan.

"Far from it…" Charles answered with a smile.

Remy groaned again, "Dis tief don' feel too good…" he moaned turning to lie on his right side, since his left was numb, he then flinched at the pain he felt in his arms and decided to lay on his back and tried to not move.

"Do you know who did this to you?" Charles asked, knowing the answer but wanted to make sure.

"Guy looked like a kitty on steroids…" Remy breathed he was obviously in pain.

"Hank…" Charles called out, "Was there anyone else?"

"A guy wit a bucket…" Remy whispered dozing off.

Charles sighed as he leaned back in his chair and using his mind tried to keep the thief calm as Hank approached injecting a painkiller in his IV tube, Remy was so out of it that he didn't even notice the needle attached to his arm.

Logan arrived in a hurry, "I can't keep stallin' Chuck he wants to talk to his kid now…" Logan sighed as he held Remy's cell in his hand close to his chest to muffle out the conversation he and Charles were having.

Charles sighed as he took a breath and gestured for Logan to hand him the cell, "Mister LeBeau…This is Charles, I'm afraid Remy is unconscious at the moment…"

Jean-Luc sighed as he massaged the bridge of his nose, "What happened…"

"Well from what I can tell one of the students wanted to play a prank on your son and slipped a sedative in his drink Remy noticed and well panicked and left the mansion in a hurry probably to clear his head of sorts…a very strong mutant named Creed attacked your son…Remy fought with him and got himself injured…"

"How injured?"

"Creed slashed Remy in his left side and punctured his arms with his claws…Remy has a few bruised ribs and one broken and he lost a decent amount of blood…he's lucky his injuries weren't that bad considering he wasn't wearing his usual armor."

"Why da hell not?"

"I've no idea…he left the mansion without his trench coat which he always wore…"

"Ah ya can't be serious…" Jean-Luc sighed closing his eyes for a moment, "Alright well I'm sendin' ya someone, since Henri's in Paris and I be stuck in Russia at da moment…"

"Mister LeBeau you don't need to…"

"She's already on da plane…I warned ya about Remy an drugs…remember?"

"Yes…"

"Mattie should arrive in about half an hour…"

"Of course…I'll send Storm to pick her up…" he answered and hung up the phone.

"Send Storm to pick who up?" Logan asked.

"Jean-Luc is sending someone to care for Remy apparently…" Charles answered a bit curious at whom this woman was.

XxXxX

Mattie sighed as she looked out the window as the plane landed, she was happy that she'd be seeing her sweet angel soon but a bit irritated because he had been injured, "What dey doing to my Remy…" she wondered and shook her head taking a breath as she stood from her seat she then smiled to the stewardesses as she left the plane with the other passengers.

Storm and Jean were waiting at the airport Jean held a card in front of her which read 'Mattie' since they had no idea who the woman was or what she looked like, Storm spotted a plump, African American woman whom looked to be in her late sixties her hair tied in a bun. She smiled as she watched her apparently reading the card she held and made her way towards them, the woman eyed Storm over, "I take it you be Storm?" she asked pulling on the suitcase she had brought.

"Yes…are you Mattie?" Storm asked with a smile.

"Dat I am, now you get me to my boy dis instant." she ordered walking past the two women with an unimpressed look and made her way outside.

Jean looked to Storm, "Well it's nice to meet you to miss Mattie..." she sighed and followed Ororo, to the car helping Mattie put her bags in the trunk. The ride to the institute was extremely quiet since Mattie was in no mood to talk.

Arriving at the institute, Mattie followed the women inside, Jean made her way upstairs with Mattie's bags and placed them in her already prepared room, while Storm led her to the elevators, all the while Mattie sighed and huffed she hardly said a word the entire trip here. "Is everything alright?" Storm asked.

"Non everything is not alright…my Remy is supposed to be safe here…seems ever since his stay here all dat's happened is dat he gets hurt…" she ground out.

Storm didn't really know how to respond to that so decided to remain quiet as the elevator door opened and the two stepped in.

Entering med-lab Mattie sighed at the sight of Remy all bruised and bandaged up in the bed, his arms at his side above two pillows as he slept soundly, "Ah mon dieu…" she spoke in a whisper and frowned as she walked to Remy's side brushing his hair out of his eyes and carefully pulled back the blanket to see the damage, ignoring the four people in the room.

"You must be Mattie I presume?" Charles asked with a smile.

"You bettah believe I be Mattie…" she frowned giving a small growl gently pulling the blanket up to cover Remy.

Hearing the familiar voice of the woman Remy always thought to be his mother the thief jerked his head back and groggily looked around, frowning as he sensed a familiar someone Remy slowly turned his head as he looked to the old woman standing beside him, "Tante?" he whispered his voice a bit hoarse.

Tante turned to Remy and smiled, "How ya feelin mon ange?" she asked resting the back of her hand on his forehead.

"Eh…um…Sick an tired what ya doin' here?" Remy mumbled.

"What am I doin' here…have ya looked at yaself chile?" she asked resting her fists on her hips and giving him a mock glare.

"Um…Not entirely…" Remy yawned and tried to make himself more comfortable and smirked, "Ya not gonna baby me are ya?"

"Depends on ya behavior…" she smirked in turn.

Remy snorted. "Remy too tired ta start trouble…I be good…" he assured and closed his eyes still not noticing that he was in med-lab.

"Good…" Tante whispered with a smile as she kissed his forehead and turned to the small group in the room each of them had a huge smile on their lips, Mattie quirked an eye. "Ya not gonna start making fun of my Remy cause he loves his Tante are ya?"

"No ma'am…" Logan chuckled, waving his hands and shaking his head, Remy had told the man about Tante and how, even if she was an old woman she could still kick your ass if she had to.

"Bettah not or ya'll surely regret it…now which one of ya is da doctor?" she asked.

"That would be me…" Hank smiled.

Tante eyed him over, and blinked, "Well are ya gonna introduce yaself, my word don't you people have manners?"

"Oh I'm sorry…" Hank chuckled, "Dr.Hank McCoy…"

"Nice ta meet ya…now..." she turned to the rest of the group, "All of ya git…Remy needs his rest…out…shoo…" she ordered nudging them out of the room.

Logan started laughing softly, "This should be interesting…" he smirked and headed upstairs.

Tante sighed as she looked to the doctor again, "What kind of medication ya giving him?" she asked.

"Antibiotics and painkillers…" Hank answered.

"Pill or liquid form?" she asked.

"At the moment liquid…"

Tante sighed, "When's his next dose?"

"In another three hours…"

"How long is he gonna be out for?"

"I'd say about two hours…"

Mattie slowly shook her head as she looked to Remy whom had apparently dozed off.

XxXxX

An hour later, Tante followed Storm into the kitchen, "Well now…where's everything?" she asked with a smirk, Storm smiled, "Really you don't have to cook…" she smiled.

"Nonsense…" she waved her hand in front of her, "I cook for nearly everyone in our street…I be used to it, besides might do mon ange some good ta have a taste of some home cookin'..." she smiled.

Storm had a smile of her own as she helped the woman begin to cook diner.

XxXxX

Yet another hour later, Logan chuckled as he followed the old woman to med lab carrying a tray of food for both Hank and Remy.

She frowned a bit when she spotted a few teenagers keeping her Remy awake as he should be sleeping at the moment, she immediately noticed how uncomfortable Remy seemed as he looked around the room. Clearing her throat she gained their attention and shooed them away from the bed, "How ya feelin' mon ange?" she asked making sure he was comfortable.

Remy gave her a small smile as he slowly sat up with a wince, as he was about to answer Bobby chuckled, "Remy's your ange…Have you seen his eyes?' he asked the old woman.

Tante turned to the teen and narrowed her eyes as she walked up to Bobby now nose to nose to the frigid teen, "Don' ya sass me boy…an don' ya be insultin' my Remy…" she scolded slapping him upside the head, Bobby quickly stepped back as Tante turned and placed a tray of food in front of the thief.

Bobby quickly released a breath and looked to Remy as he slowly chewed on a piece of toast, apparently enjoying the little show. "Damn she's strict…how'd you survive when you were growing up?" Bobby asked.

"Ya call dat strict?" Remy chuckled, "Where da hell were ya raised homme?"

Logan couldn't help but laugh as he gave Hank a plate of food.

XxXxX

A few days later, Remy slowly peeked out of his room seeing that the coast was clear the teenaged thief tiptoed out of the room and silently made his way down the hall, 'Almost home free homme…' he thought to himself with a wicked little smirk plastered on his lips, looking out of the elevator as the doors opened he peeked out spotting a handful of students talking in the hall.

A small grin made its way to his lips as he slowly walked out of the elevator, he froze and slumped his shoulders when he heard that familiar voice. "Remy Etienne LeBeau, what are ya doing out of bed?" Remy groaned as he slowly turned around to face the old woman, his frown turned into a tiny little smile. "Dat innocent little look ain't goin' ta work on me chile…" she answered, "Nor will dat one…" she continued as he gave her a tiny little pout.

"Aw c'mon Tante…"

"Non get dat behind of yours back downstairs…"

Remy sighed knowing there was no arguing with this woman, then a thought popped his head, 'She can't say no to dis little request…' he smirked giving her a tiny little hurt look, "Eh is dere any possibility Remy can sleep in da comforts of his bed an not in dat smelly, scary hospital room?"

Tante crossed her arms and looked at him for a moment, and sighed, "Wipe dat smirk off ya face…" she answered waving him forward and up the stairs.

Remy grinned as he slowly walked up to her placing a kiss on her cheek, then walked past her and made his way upstairs to his shared room, Tante shook her head as she followed him, Remy sighed as he met up with Jean.

"Morning miss Mattie…Morning Remy…" she smiled.

"Mornin' Harpy…" he answered.

Jean rolled her eyes and huffed as she made her way downstairs.

"Dear chile…" Tante scolded, "Dere be a reason why ya be insultin da fillette mon ange?"

"Absolutely…she da one dat tried ta get inside Remy's head…" he answered simply.

"Dat pretty little thing?"

"Nothin pretty bout her if she did something like dat to dis LeBeau…" he answered with a tiny wince.

Hearing the little gasp Tante frowned and gently grasped his shoulder, "What's da matter?" she asked looking in his eyes.

"Just hurts a little…" he grumbled walking a few more steps and entered his and Scott's room.

"Which one's ya bed?" she asked.

"Da one on ya right…" Remy groaned as he kicked off his boots and crawled in.

"Alright…sleep well chile…" she whispered placing a kiss on his forehead then looked to Scott's bed, "Dat one come in here often?"

"Often enough…pain in my ass…" Tante smirked, as she grasped a nearby chair dragging it to the middle of the room, "Eh Tante what ya doin'?" Remy asked as he watched her stand on the chair.

"Makin' sure you get some sleep now close dose eyes of yours…" she ordered as she unscrewed the light bulb and placing the chair back where it was she made her way back to the bed and sat on it, "Time for ya medication…." She spoke up gaining a grimace from the teen, "Don' ya gimme dat look…it's a sedative…" she assured, Remy sighed as he slowly sat up and held out his hand looking at the pill with disgust he closed his eyes as he popped it in his mouth then grasped the glass of water that was beside his bed and drank half of it forcing the pill down his throat, Mattie waited a few moments until she was satisfied that he had indeed swallowed it, then after making sure he was comfortable she silently stood up and left the room closing the door behind her and headed downstairs.

XxXxX

A few hours later Scott stretched his arms above his head as he headed for his room, he was so tired at the moment all he wanted was to take a shower and go to bed, opening the door to his room he sighed as he flipped the light switch on, since the light didn't illuminate the room Scott tripped over a chair and wound up crashing on the floor, narrowing his eyes he looked to Remy whom was sedated at the moment and sleeping peacefully, Scott growled out softly as he slowly stood up and limped over to his bed giving up on the shower he looked up and frowned when he noticed the bulb was missing.

XxXxX

A full week later Remy was deemed healthy enough to roam around the mansion, sitting outside in Storm's garden he relished in the warmth of the sun as it shined down on him and in breathing the fresh air he actually smiled as he looked at all the flowers surrounding him, he watched as a robin flew to its nest to feed its young ones, taking a deep breath he fished through his pockets and took out a cigarette. Sensing a familiar someone Remy smirked as he lit the little white stick.

"I don't get it…why is your aunt so hyped up in getting you healthy dat she'd allow you to smoke…" Logan sighed.

Remy chuckled, "It's sorta like a substitute…an dat would be in da personal category homme…"

"Okay…" Logan smirked as he sat beside the Cajun, "Is there a reason why she's so protective of you?"

"Tante be protective of every little young one in her care…Every single bébé born to da Guild Tante help bring dem to dis world and when dere parents be sent off she would care for dem…"

"And let me guess you're her favorite?"

"Well yeah…since I didn't have a maman she raised me…" he smirked.

"You didn't mind her being strict?"

"I didn't really care bout dat was just amazed dat someone actually wanted me…" he sighed a little annoyed that he let that tiny thought slip, he slowly shook his head as he released the smoke from his lungs.

Logan quirked an eye, "That part of the personal category too?"

"It is now…dere a reason ya here Wolfie?"

"Yeah Chuck wants ta talk to ya…"

Remy released an irritated sigh, "Bout what, Remy didn't do nothing…"

"It's not bad calm down…" Logan chuckled, as he looked forward to see Charles approaching. "What no office Chuck?"

"No it's such a beautiful day I thought we'd talk outside…" he smiled and looked to the thief, "How are your wounds faring?"

"Alright…" Remy shrugged. "Luckily I be a fast healer…sort of…" he smirked.

"Now during your little adventure with Sabertooth…you said that there was a man wearing a bucket?"

"Yeah…said a war needed ta be started with ya and I was ta be da martyr…" Remy chuckled, "Shoulda told him dat if he killed me he would have started a war with ma famille and dat would not have been pretty…why is that new to ya?"

"Not really Magneto has it set that humans should bow down to us and tries to start something now and then…" Charles sighed.

"So he does dis kinda thing often?"

"Often enough which is why we try to recruit any new mutant we can find so they won't be pulled into what he's planning…did he say anything else?"

"Non…I hightailed it out of dere…was kinda in a hurry…" Remy smirked.

Charles chuckled softly, "Yes well I can understand that…"

"So what ya gonna do about him?"

"There's nothing much I can do…the last time I sensed him was three days ago and he had already left the city by then…apparently his little ploy failed when you survived."

"Oh no…now dat be a shame…" Remy smirked as he took another drag from his cigarette.

XxXxX

A few days later, Mattie took a breath as she looked Remy over, her flight was leaving in a few minutes and she took the opportune time to fuss over him since she wouldn't be able to for a while, "Well you look alright…" she sighed straightening up his coat, since Hank had told the old woman that Remy didn't need any more shots or being tended to, Mattie sighed as she was now returning back home, "Expect a call from me an ya père later…" she continued to fuss over him.

Remy had a grin plastered on his lips all the while, "Tante ya worry more bout me dan I do…" he snickered.

"Well someone has to…" she argued grasping his cheeks and placing a kiss on his left one. "You bettah take care of yaself mon ange…" she warned.

"I will…" he breathed giving her a smile and a tight hug.

Several minutes later Remy smirked as he waved through the window watching as the plane took off, taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Remy sighed as he released the smoke from his lungs, "Now dis all started with Bobby…" he told himself, "Hn…how ta get even…" he chuckled softly as he left the airport a clever little scheme brewing in his wicked little thoughts, "Hmmm…a tanning bed comes ta mind…" he smirked as he entered a cab to head back to the institute to torture the frigid teen, ah but that's another story.

The End…

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