Note: It was pointed out to me I incorrectly called Julien Remy's Step-Brother, not Brother-in-Law a chapter or two back. Oops. Silly me.

The danger room seemed to come to a halt, as Gambit was flung a good twenty feet at the impact of a blow meant for Storm that he'd taken in her place.

"Gambit what the hell are you..." Scott Summers voice trailed off, and he stared at the cajun. A flick of his eyes showed he wasn't the only one of the team staring at the cajun in surprise. He'd been expecting to see the cajun go rolling, or to cough up blood. Instead he was pushing up with his bo-staff smirking.

That wasn't what had everyones attention though. It was the bright ruby glow from the cajuns eyes that seemed to bathe his proximity, before he pulled out a deck of cards, laughed at all the faces staring at him.

"Ya might wanna get de sequence going again, Cyke, cuz dis much energy, it be a real bitch to hold onto, ya know."

Damn thief. Take a blow like that, and act cocky afterward. For all we knew he could have been injured, and he's got yet another ability or trick up his sleave no one knew about. How many secrets do you have, Gambit?

"Resume." The word was barked from Scott's throat, as the scenario reinitalized from where it had been paused. No one was surprised this time, when Gambit began to take out foes with his cards that moments ago had been holding up just fine against his attacks.

It's interesting, Scott. Think about it, Remy seems to display a near constant level of power – probably absorbed just by simple motions of walking, moving, the impact of his boots against the ground, or reveberations in his bo-staff. When he takes a larger one, his output becomes increasingly large. It makes sense if you think about it.

You're studying the cajuns powers now?

Well, they are quite interesting. We've never encountered a mutant before who displayed two wholey unconnected powers before, the way Remy does.

Less talk, more keeping up your telekinetic shields, Jean.

Yes dear.

Where had he gone? He'd already slipped out of the locker room almost as soon as he'd gotten wet and changed, according to Scott. Storm stalked down the halls with a frown that had students very much not getting in her way. Not in the cafeteria, or the staff kitchen. Not out back at the pool. Not in the garden either. Finally she tried the attic.

Almost afraid he wouldn't be there, she was relieved to find Remy sitting in the largest of the windows of the attic, his feet stretched out across the sill, sitting there smoking a cigarette and watching some of the youngest children playing out in the yard. He had an odd look on his face while he watched, that Storm could only attribute to be a mix between envy and enjoyment at watching the kids play.

That little smile wasn't going to get him off the hook though.

"Remy Etienne LeBeau." That got his attention. Mild names only ever came out when one was in trouble after al, he'd learned that as a teenager.

"Oiu Stormy?" He looked quizzical, as if confused at why she was angry with him, and from the way he shifted in the window sill he was no doubt aware of it. No doubt because her anger was striking against his mental shields. Good.

"Explain to me, precisely, what you thought you were doing in the danger room?" Yes, that had the quite right amount of ice in her tone, she was certain of it.

"Well, doing dat team exercise t'ing dat Scott said we had t'do. Ya mean something in paticular, mon amour?"

Curse him. He had to pick now to start using those words with me, didn't he? A cocky answer and saying you love me won't get you out of trouble this time, Remy.

"You know full well what I am talking about, so quit dancing around the subject. Why Remy? I was already moving, I could have avoided that hit." She could have. It wasn't that close to hitting her.

"Mebbe, mebbe not. I not be used t'fighting wit' others though, 'Ro, and dunno how fast y'are. It was a hit I could take wit' ease, an if you been thinking on ya toes – or knew dat I'd do it, ya coulda blasted dem wit' lightning while I was still doing de bouncing through de air part. Scott, he say dat it be learning experience so we all know how to fight wit' eachother, non? So, we learn how to fight together?"

It made sense, horrible sense. But her lips compressed tighter, while she stalked across the room to grab him by the neck of his shirt, and pull him forward so she could look directly into her eyes.

"I won't have you protect me, Remy."

"Chere, you be de Goddess. I jus' be a t'ief." There was no bitterness in that tone, and his smile was open. She was so confused.

"I.. don't follow, Remy." He just smiled a little more and nodded.

"Non. Didn't t'ink you did. It not about dat, protecting you. You ain't some china doll dat I need t'be protecting. You know ya business chere, but like I say. We.. well. We be what we are. Dat's gonna come up some time, but dat ain't what dis was. You pulled me in, moved me up here wit' you, an t'ings be working well. But dere a lot of t'ings with both got to be working on."

She thought it had been going very well, and her lips compressed even more tightly. She was resisting the urge to demand he tell her. He seemed to get the idea.

"Stormy.. every woman I ever loved, dey eit'er been hurt or worse cuz of me. I don' have de natural sympatico wit' you dat I do wit' Logan in a fight. Only way we gonna figure dat out, get dat kind of energy and coordination, be if we work at it. An I can't not have dat wit' you, or mebbe it be me instead of you dat get hurt cuz I get stupid and t'ink you do need protection when ya don't. Mebbe vice versa. Ya looked awful worried when I took dat hit chere. We need t'do dis more."

"Very well, we will run our own sessions each day, but you will not act like you are my protector, or that I need a bodyguard, do I make myself clear Remy?"

"D'accord Stormy. Y'make yaself crystal clear. But jus' remember dis mon coeur, I won' ever stand aside if it might keep ya alive."

"I would not expect you to Remy, but to grow, sometimes requires to be hurt." Was he even listening to what she said? Was she not making sense? Why was he smiling like a fool.

"True dat. Now den.. dis mean we finally get to have angry sex?"

It was her turn to put her head in her hands and laugh. What had she gotten herself involved in. She was about to give him a firm no, just to teach him a lesson, when she felt his hand on her thigh, and the other moving up to brush her arms.

Oh Bright Lady. It's not fair he can stir me with just a casual touch and a smouldering look in his eyes..

"I will teach you to respect your Goddess." She told him somewhat crossly, before the winds threw him to the bed. To her increasing annoyance, he was laughing like a fool, and his answer just added fuel to the fire.

"An I will remind you dat you human, Stormy."

"It's cloud lightening out." Scott muttered, looking out the window of the faculty lounge.

"Master of the obvious as usual, Cyke." Logan grumped.

"Do you think?"

"Don't know why.. Ro hasn't made it storm while they did it for a week or two now."

"Yeah, well.. Hm. I think Jean just feinted." Scott frowned.

Logan tilted his head, confused. "Passed out? From what?"

Scott suddenly flushed. "Never mind, she's fine. I'll talk to you after next class Logan."

Logan jutst shook his head. Wherever Scott was going it wasn't too class. He was curious, but he really didn't want to ask because he was sure asking would make him just want to gut Summers more then normal, and he hated being jealous of that little prick.

Damn women were nothing but trouble. Red heads especially. At least the coffee was fresh, and the donuts were good.

A few moments later, he didn't have free hands to eat or drink with, as he slapped his hands over his ears.

"Worse than damn teenagers. I hate you Summers. Still. Who'd have thought he'd have the moxy to break their bed... and keep going." Logan mulled over this revelation, unwanted as it was since it should have been him with Jean in there, before noticing one of the kids was outside the lounge looking in.

"What ya want Rahne?"

"Mr. Logan, how come Miss Summers and Miss Munroe are screaming like that, and why did Mr Summers break their bed?"

Aww shit. He forgot that he wasn't the only one with enhanced senses. Worse, was having to figure out how to explain this to a young kid.

"Well ya see kid, when a grown up loves another grown up very much, they have wrestling matches sometimes to see which one of 'em has to make the bed. Scooters just a poor loser and broke the bed instead."

"Oh.. When will they stop screaming, Mr Logan?"

"Not soon enough kid, not soon enough."

"Oh.. want to watch some Pokemon with us Mr. Logan?"

"... sure kid." Scott was going to pay for this. Somehow.

Jubilee was staring out the window of her, Kitty, and Rogue's room.

"It's lightning again."

"Again? Like, ew. They're grown ups. They should have some like, respect or something."

"Hey, if I had a guy like Gambit, I'd be doing it a lot more then once or twice a day.." Jubilee said without a doubt in her mind. Then again, he was a pretty big guy, he'd probably... How did Storm manage to walk around anyway?

"You would.. but I suppose, just this once, I'm going to have to agree with you. It's not like Miss Munroe isn't a total jack pot for him either. A lot of the boys stare at her.."

"You're just jealous because all the idiots in our classes stare at them instead of you, Kit." Jubilee shook her head.

"Well.. "

"Don't even try to deny it. Have you ever considered not having so many layers of clothes, or dressing nice? You dress like a book worm. You're pretty thin, but you'd be pretty hot if you knew how to dress right." Jubilee wanted to slap her. Kitty was pretty, and then there was Rogue. Between the two she felt a little dumpy sometimes, and Kitty pulled it off while dressing like a geek.. and Rogue. She was a goth in all but name, and well, lacking in the black.

"You think maybe if I wore a little tighter clothes that..."

Jubilee made a point of putting a finger to her lips as if she was going to induce vomiting.

"Really Kitty.. You're going to be a Senior this year, and you're still .. god. I don't know why I bother, chica. Your hopeless. You haven't even looked up from your laptop while we had this conversation! And you're wearing hello kitty socks..." Jubilee couldn't stop herself from making retching noises this time.

Jubilee jumped off her bed though, when a crash came from down the hall.

Kitty frowned. "What the heck was that? My monitor fritzzed for a moment.."

Jubilee pulled her head back in from the door. "Oh no."

"What Jubes?"

"I think they're having a... competition."

Kitty blinked at her, looking confused. "Who?"

"Mr Summers and Dr Grey, and Gambit and Miss Munroe..."

"... that's kind of hot."

"Chica, did you just say what I think you did?"

"Yeah..Why? What's wrong with it. Mr Summers is pretty hot too. That strong jaw. Not Gambit hot, but still pretty hot."

"For once chica.. for once.. we agree."

"See? What I tell you bout angry sex, mon couer?" Remy finally asked, as his fingers toyed with her hair. They were both covered in sheens of sweat, and his Stormy was still panting and just nuzzling against his chest lightly.

"Mm.. I should listen to you when it comes to these things, shouldn't I?" She batted her lashes at him, and smirked.

Remy frowned. "Heeey now, ya trying ta say dat I'm a slut or somet'ing?"

"Well, that wasn't quite what I was saying, but in comparison to me..." Storm was giggling and trying to look innocent.

"Oh. Well. I guess. Mebbe. Ya been wit' other guys before me though, yeah?"

Storm's face became a mask of serenity, and a secretive smile stole across her lips. "I'll never tell."

Remy brushed his fingers along her sides, and she squirmed. "Oh no, not again Remy.. I'm already sore."

"Ya misread me, Stormy." Which was when he rolled over straddling her hips, and began tickling her. She shouldn't have squirmed so whenever he ran his hands along her sides, it gave away that she was ticklish.

Which ended up with her arms trying to shove him off of her, to no avail, while she was reduced into laughter. After some time, he finally stopped, looking at her with a questioning gaze.

"There's only been you, Remy. Are you happy? If you ever tickle me again.." Lightning crackled between her finger tips threateningly.. which just earned her more tickling, longer this time, until her face was completely flushed and she was having a hard time pulling air in through the laughter.

"You'll do what, mon amour? Laugh? You do dat remarkably well, you got a good laugh. Should do it more often."

Still panting for breath, she just glared at him. "I need a shower. So do you. Now go be a good boyfriend and make sure the water is warm for me."

"D'accord. Since you asked so nicely." Snickering, he slipped out of their bed to wander to the bathroom. The question was if he'd turn the hot water on, or the cold. He hadn't tried that trick on her yet.

Breakfast had barely gotten under way the next day in the teachers kitchen, everyone trying out Gambit's chocolate pancakes, when Charles wheeled into the kitchen looking to make sure they were all there, nodding when he saw they were he wasted little time.

"We have an issue that has come up." That seemed to draw them all out of enjoying their breakfast, and drew frowns and curious looks.

"Is it Magneto? Did he escape? I bet it's Magneto." Scott spoke up, his Magneto obsession showing through once again. Really, he needed to get over that Charles thought. Just because Erik was his arch-nemesis, it didn't mean all the bad perpetrated in the world was Erik's fault. At times, he felt that Scott conveniently forgot that Erik had helped build the school into what it was now and helped teach him and Jean initially, because he couldn't comprehend someone chose another path.

Before anyone else could hound Scott or guess, Charles shook his head.

"No, I just received a phone call from Brian Braddock. It seems him and his sister are being stretched rather thin in the United Kingdom at the moment, and he requested we give them a hand. They are currently helping Interpol track down a band of mutant abducters, so they are unable to help Moira MacTaggert with her problem at the moment. Frankly, Moira was worried that Elizabeth might not be a skilled enough telepath to handle the situation regardless."

"A telepath?" Jean looked up at this, then looked at Charles with confusion.

"Not you Jean, I will be going. Scott and Jean will remain to watch the children. Gambit, Storm, Wolverine, the three of you will accompany me to Muir Island."

"Thanks fer asking Chuck. What the hell, been a while since I got a chance to drink some of that coffee that tastes like cyanide mixed with rocket fuel."

"Dere coffee dat taste dat bad? More t'de point, ma petit holmes, why you ever drink cyanide an rocket fuel to know what dey taste like mixed together?"

"Shut it, cajun. It's a saying." Snikt.

"If ya say so.. ain't no saying I ever heard before."

"Will you two knock it off. How long should we pack our bags for, Professor?"

"If things go well, we'll be back in a few days. If not, up to a week. If it is longer then that, I will remain personally while the three of you return."

Remy was throwing things into his duffle bag while half paying attention. Mostly his eyes were on Stormy as she bent over grabbing a pair of shoes. He couldn't resist. He slipped behind her, grinding lightly against her, while his hands run along her thighs.

"Remy! We have to pack. We're leaving in a half hour."

"Packin don't take dat long.."

"No, but knowing you, you are never sated so easily, and then we would have to shower and get dressed, and we wouldn't be packed... Stop that!" Her hands struck at his on her legs, and he sighed, raising them to give her breasts a light grope, letting his fingers dance over her hardened nipples, before steping back from her.

"D'accord, Stormy." Her body wanted it, he knew, but she was right, and that had been assholish of him.

"If you can be a good boy, we can have a quickie in the Black Bird. Even on in the Black Bird it's a few hour flight.. I want you, Remy, but we have to pack." She sounded annoyed. At him, at having to pack. He had to remember not to screw around like this before missions. Going in to something off balance could end up with both of them dead, if they were too distracted by hormones to focus.

"I sorry Stormy. Didn't mean to get you all worked up... I finish you off quick, you want?"

"That won't be necessary." She murmured at him, gaining control of herself again already. He had to laugh at that. Woman had an indomitable will. Any other woman would've been a puddle on the floor after a few moments – a puddle surrounded by their own clothes.

"So what dis Muir place dat we be going, or dis Moira MacTaggert person?" He had never heard of either the place or the person.

"Oh. You didn't read those files? Muir Island is a genetics research center. Moira was the one who identified the X-Factor gene, that causes mutation. She runs the center there, and has dedicated her life to helping mutants. Ones with powers that aren't controllable. The students we have here can all learn to control their powers, given time, but most of those on Muir require more.. drastic.. measures to help them learn control, or to make them be controlled."

"Oh. Labs."

"Yes Remy, labs. But not like that. Moira shares Charles' dream for co-existance. She's an old college friend of his, and only has the intentions of helping those who come to her."

"Oh. So dat we going wit' probably means dat one of de mutants on de island.. ain't being so controllable, or can't control dere powers an she need a hand? But.. sound like de Prof de one dat be doing all de work, an we just muscle in case t'ings go bad?"

"For the most part, that's right Remy. Since the Professor is going, it's probably a young mutant who couldn't cope with their powers in some fashion. Perhaps to the point that they went insane, and the Professor is needed to help restore their mind. Or it's a telepath or other form of psionic who may have gone insane."

"De telepaths can go insane?" He asked curiously.

"You should know better then most, Remy. Your shields are strong, but what would happen if you could never raise your empathic shields. Felt the emotions of those around you at all times, and had no way to turn them off? No way to differentiate between your emotions and others? It's very common with psionics, unfortunately. Unless they are found young and tought almost as soon as their powers emerge, most psionics usually have a brush with insanity. You were very lucky, Remy."

"Never thought bout dat. Guess I am pretty lucky after all."

"Now finish packing." She chided him. To his surprise, when he looked up, she flashed him, before sliding out of the room with her duffle thrown over a shoulder.

Damn. Payback, she be a bitch. A bitch wit' very impressive breasts.

The Professor and Logan handled the flight details. While Remy, Remy was a very good boy and earned her earlier offer. Not that she'd had any intention of not pulling him into the aft compartment of the jet, the one typically used for injured on the flighs back to the mansion after missions. He'd gotten her so worked up, and judging by his performance, she'd gotten to him too.

As she finished tying her boots back up, then pulled her jacket on, she flashed him a grin. "Impressive as always, Remy. I should tease you more often, it seems to make you put in some extra effort."

Remy just nodded and smirked at her. Insufferable cajun. "D'accord Stormy, but it ain't work, what we do. Dat's all pleasure. Dat lil flashing me bit, dat was good, but don'tcha t'ink dat squirming in your seat and playing wit' ya self before ya drug me back here was jus' a lil over kill?"

"You deserved it." She'd stick to her guns on that, before she walked what she was sure was a commanding way out of the aft compartment. As she strode forward, Logan looked back at her and snorted, then turned his attention back to looking out the jet windows.

A few moments later Gambit followed her, dropping into a seat next to her, and behind the cockpit.

"Good, you are both back. We'll be landing in two minutes."

Storm shot Remy a dirty look. She knew the flight time from Muir to New York. He'd kept her back there for almost two hours. Wretched man and those damned hands. He looked as if he understood her look, grinned, and she found herself damning his lips too. Damn all of him. He was going to wear her out at this rate, and she didn't have his enhanced metabolism or healing.

"Storm if you would lighten the current air turbulance and storms around Muir, so landing will be smoother?"

"Of course Professor." Extending her powers, she did as asked.

Stormy was looking pissed, and Remy was happy her eyes were off him when she put her mind into the clouds. He'd been pushing her a little to hard, maybe, but he'd never been with someone the way he had been with Stormy. Even a little kiss seemed like a searing kiss with her, and even at his most controlled, Remy knew he was addicted to touch, to pleasure. Stormy was like a treasure trove of pleasure, and he just couldn't keep his hands to himself.

He better cool down and control himself more though, one of these days he was lible to very well be getting hit by a lightning bolt or find a rain cloud appearing over his head dousing him in cold water. Well, she'd already done the last one a few times.

So I got a healthy appetite, ain't nothing wrong wit' dat.

Then the jet was shaking, even with Storm's weather changing, and moments later the vertical engines kicked on, and he got his first look of Muir Island. It looked like a dump to him, a harsh barren crag of rock that had very little growing on it. It looked cold, but what did he expect out of an island that was on the very northern part of Scotland? Warm and welcoming? Yeah right.

Moments later, they were moving out of the jet. He offered his arm to Storm, and after a moment or two of considering, she took his hand instead of his arm, and walked with him hand in hand. Probably better, was easier to control his desires when he didn't have an arm around her warm body. That didn't last though, once they stepped outside she slipped her arm around him – probably because it draped part of his duster around her, so she could steal more of his warmth.

Figures. De femme, she don't even really feel cold from what she tell me, but she gonna make my swamp-raised butt freeze to death in dis podunk little lab in de middle of no where.

They hadn't made it far, before a short woman with reddish hair appeared, wearing a white lab coat.

"It's good tae see you again, Charles." She noted almost dryly Gambit thought, but she seemed sincere as she leaned down and hugged him.

"It is good to see you as well, Moira. You already know Ororo. This is Logan, or Wolverine, and the tall man currently shivering is Remy LeBeau, or Gambit."

"Hey." Logan seemed enthused as ever. He also didn't look cold. Canadian bastard.

"What's up Doc?" Remy flashed a grin, and then shivered with exaggerated calm. "De building, it be warmer den it is out here?" He hoped so. If it wasn't, he was going to spend most of this week on the Black Bird. At least it was warm.

"Aye, it's warmer lad. Although going by the sound of yuir accent and how yuir dressed, ye'd be cold anywhere in Scotland. Cajun?" Moira asked, before she turned and started walking. Talking as she went, as if for all the world they'd follow wherever she went.

Shit, if it be warm, I be following her wherever she want. Doc ain't got such a bad ass for an older chick.

"Ow." Rubbing his back side, he gave Storm a look, but he didn't even get out a 'what was that for' before she smiled her pretend sweet smile at him. "Quit checking out Doctor MacTaggert's ass. Don't look hurt, you can look at other women, but not at Moira."

"D'Accord Stormy." Well, as long as she didn't care if he looked at others. Somehow, he was beginning to wonder just how jealous of a woman Ororo was, and if she realized it was just his nature to look, to flirt, sometimes even to touch – just not crossing the line. He was with her now, she had to know he'd be faithful.

Den again, I did tell her bout my past. Couldn't blame chere if she ain't a bit skeptical of dat, I did break my wedding vows t'Bella wit' Candra..

"Just drop yuir things here, one of my interns will be about to take care of them for you. There's coffee waiting in the kitchen." Moira of course didn't stop, just kept on. Charles kept with her, since Logan was carrying his bags for him.

Great. They bring me across the ocean to play bell boy. Chuck's going to pay for this. I need a raise. Shit. Now that I think about it, I don't even know if he's paying me for this shit, or for my work at the school. Gonna have me a talk with baldie once we're alone. Oh yeah.

"Before I take you to meet the patient, or go over his history with you Charles, there's someone you need to meet. It's the patients Mother. She can fill you in on the childs history."

Huh. Why's MacTaggert smell a bit nervous or like she's about to play a trick on Chuck? Doesn't smell like she likes it either.

It didn't look like any kind of trap to Logan, as him and the lovebirds slipped into the kitchen after the Doctor. There was an older woman, about Chuck's age give or take, sitting at the table sipping from cup of tea. Logan noticed there was tea and coffee set out.

Before anything could begin, he coughed. "Got any whiskey Doc?"

"Och, I knew one of ye would ask and be of a like mind to me." She branished a bottle from a cupboard, and added a bit to her own coffee cup and his. Everyone else opted for the tea, apparently.

"Charles, I believe you remember Gabrielle Haller then?"

Charles lips were compressed and he looked... unhappy? Logan wasn't sure. He didn't look pleased, that was for sure, while the woman sitting across the table from him looked equally uncertain.

"It's been years, Charles."

"Yes, yes it has Gabrielle. About twenty years, if I remember correctly."

Logan just eyed the lovebirds. Each was studiously looking in their tea, and not at anyone else – even eachother. Yup, they'd came to the same conclusion. Gotta be an ex. Twenty years huh? Bet she wasn't bad of a looker back then.

"21 years, actually."

"Moira? What does Gabrielle have to do with why you asked for us to come?"

The two older women looked at each other, and Moira looked at Gabrielle expectantly.

"It's been 21 years, Charles. 20 years, since David was born. I.. did not want you to meet your son this way."

"Son?"

"Merde, son!?"

Exclamations arose from their throats, Logan noticed, but Charles just frowned even more.

"David? David Haller I suppose then. Why did you keep this from me, Gabrielle?"

"Because when you left, I knew you would be consumed with your dream Charles. There was no room in your life for a young boy, and I wouldn't have David's father be someone who cared more for a cause then he would for his son. So I raised him by myself. I... was wrong. Maybe you could have helped him earlier, maybe it wouldn't have happened."

"What wouldn't have happened?" Charles sounded as close to getting upset, honestly upset, as Logan had ever heard.

"Och, Charles. David is who yuir here to help. I dunnae know if even you can help the lad. His power levels.. Charles, he's more powerful than ye are, and in more ways. Already he's exhibitted pyrokinesis, telekinesis, telepathy, an who knows what else he has lurking unrevealed yet. He's dangerous, Charles, dangerous and completely untrained... and more then a wee bit insane."

"I.. see. Very well. What caused the onset of his instability?"

All eyes turned back to Gabrielle.

Author's Note: Dun dun dun. Up next, Legion. Bet no one anticipated me going this route.