It was a peculiar sensation to want to both hug and yet scream at your children. To be thankful for their safety even as you're tempted to take them out back to the woodshed for a little one-on-one time. Since adopting Remy into his life, Jean-Luc had experienced that strange mixture quite often. There was no one more capable of warming his heart and yet driving him absolutely insane as Remy was. Not even Henri had ever caused so much trouble. He was what Remy jokingly called 'the good son', while Remy labeled himself 'the troublemaker'.
His troublemaker stood there right now, his spine straight and his expression neutral, with his accomplice by his side. Seated behind his desk, Jean-Luc folded his hands in front of him, elbows resting on the armrests, and he simply looked at his boys.
Most might've started this all by simply asking the boys what had happened. Jean-Luc knew better than to try that. Whatever was said would be whatever story Remy had concocted, either beforehand or right here on the spot. He knew how his boy worked. Talking with Remy sometimes took as much skill as any Guild negotiation that Jean-Luc had ever done.
But Spencer…he wasn't quite sure yet about him. Would he stand by whatever story Remy had come up with? Or was he the one to push to get the truth here? It was hard to tell.
Whereas Remy had pushed him so much that first year Jean-Luc had taken him in, Spencer seemed to go the opposite route. He was very careful and cautious. Instead of pushing, he seemed to try to hang back, to blend in and try to make himself as unnoticeable as possible; at least, he did around Jean-Luc. Around the boys was something else entirely. For the most part, Jean-Luc was grateful for that. At least Spencer had someone here that he was comfortable with. He was growing close with Remy even if their bickering made it hard to believe and he looked up to Henri in a way that Jean-Luc could see growing into a great brotherly relationship. But the older LeBeau couldn't help but ache a little each time he got around Spencer and saw the boy withdraw just the slightest bit. It was barely noticeable; just a minor thing in his eyes. Still, it was enough for him to see it. Spencer was still withdrawn from him. Hesitant. Not that he could blame him. Jean-Luc was the adult here, the one who had bought him. It was natural that he was nervous around him.
That just meant he was going to have to work for this. Jean-Luc had never shied away from a challenge and this was no different. He'd get Spencer to relax around him. If he'd managed to have the patience and determination to deal with the wildcat that his other adopted son had been, he could sure manage to make it through Spencer's careful reserve. Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd be able to have another boy he could proudly call son. One day.
For now, he pushed back those thoughts for another time. Later, he would think about becoming Spencer's friend. Right now he needed to be a parent.
He ran his eyes over Remy, taking in the nicer than normal clothes, the hint of a hickey peeking out beyond his shirt collar. It wasn't exactly hard to see what he'd been doing with his night. What perplexed Jean-Luc wasn't what Remy had been doing—it was the young man at his side. Then again, maybe it shouldn't. Mattie had warned him that there was something in the air today. She'd warned him to keep the boys together as much as possible though she hadn't said why. It hadn't been a hard request for him to follow. But he'd thought his children had made it, that they were all safe in their beds. Then he'd gotten the phone call from the hospital. Nothing was more terrifying than a late night call from the hospital concerning one of your children. Jean-Luc swore his heart had stopped and that it didn't quite fully start again until he saw the boys, alive and, while not perfect, mostly well.
If Mattie had felt it, was it such a far stretch to think that Spencer felt that 'something in the air' that she'd mentioned? Mattie openly said just how strong Spencer's barely trained powers were. If he felt the same that she had, it made sense that he would've gone out with Remy. Child though he still was, Spencer very obviously took it very seriously when he promised to look out for Remy. That made Jean-Luc equal parts happy and sad. They're too young for this, he thought to himself. He's too young to take anything like this on his shoulders.
He'd been staring at them long enough now that Spencer was shifting around ever so slightly in what was obviously an attempt to get comfortable. It was that movement that reminded him that the boy should be in a bed somewhere. At the least, he should be sitting. Immediately feeling guilty, he sat up a little and gestured to the chairs in front of him. "Sit down."
Spencer immediately slid down into one of the chairs, but Remy didn't. He stood beside Spencer and put a hand on the back of his neck. Standing firm and tall, he met his father's eyes without hesitation. "Wit' all due respect, Papa, Spencer's been injured and he should be in bed. He aint de one at fault here, neither. He was just following me. Why don't y' let me get him up an into bed and den we can talk about dis?"
Pride warmed Jean-Luc's insides. He kept his expression neutral, though. "Why don't de two of y' start explaining what exactly it was dat happened t'night?"
To his surprise, it wasn't Remy that spoke up, it was Spencer. "Let me preface this my first apologizing, sir." The young teen said in a steady voice. Now that he was seated, he looked even calmer than before, his face carefully composed. His arm was cradled in his lap in a way to minimize pain, though if Jean-Luc hadn't known he was injured, he wouldn't have seen it at all. Lifting his chin, Spencer met his gaze without flinching. "The both of us are deeply sorry for any stress we've caused you. I cannot imagine how frightening it was to receive a call from the hospital. Upsetting you is the very last thing that either of us wanted to do."
The boy had all the makings of a diplomat if they could just teach him to be comfortable around other people. He had a way with words that was beyond his years; Jean-Luc had noticed that from the instant that they'd taken the boy in. A part of him often wondered if that came from years of handling his father and his ill mother. Spencer was very adept at using words. He also had a calm bearing to him that made him seem very nonthreatening. For the first time, though, Jean-Luc was seeing the confidence that could be there, too. With Remy's hand on his neck, his presence at his side, Spencer was sitting up and speaking with a confidence he hadn't ever shown. It almost brought a smile to Jean-Luc's lips that was quickly smothered down. He inclined his head at his boys in acknowledgment of his words. "None of dat explains what it is dat happened? I'd like to know how it was exactly dat m' two boys, who should've been in bed, somehow ended up at a hospital downtown so dat one of dem could get his arm stitched up."
"Someone was after your son."
Spencer's straightforward words had Jean-Luc snapping to attention. Even Remy looked like he went on alert. "Who?" Jean-Luc demanded.
"This wasn't just a random attack." Spencer said, glancing up at Remy in some silent form of communication. The two had grown close enough lately that there was plenty said in that look that Jean-Luc didn't understand. Then the fourteen year old turned those unique eyes of his back to Jean-Luc and the eldest LeBeau found spellbound by the look there. He'd watched Mattie before when she'd had one of her rare daytime visions. It was nothing like what he saw now. Spencer's silver eye seemed to glow just the slightest bit, and for the first time Jean-Luc noticed that his brown eye was flecked with little bits of silver, almost unnoticeable until now, when they gave a faint glow. There was power in that gaze that looked both deep and ancient. It was in his voice, too, making him sound far older than his young years. "This was planned. Prepared. Just waiting for the right opportunity to implement. Now that he failed, he's going to draw back, regroup, and plan better."
"Someone paid him to come after us?" Remy asked, cutting off the very same question that had been about to tumble from Jean-Luc's lips.
Drawing in a breath, Spencer blinked his eyes and that aged look was gone, leaving behind a very exhausted looking teenager. His eyes softened, no longer glowing. Instead, they dulled slightly, pain and fatigue seeping through. "Yes. But it's all, it's jumbled up right now. Tomorrow, I'll sit with Mattie and see if she can help me clear my vision enough to be able to see. Right now, I just…" A soft sigh slid out and it was easy to see the way that he carefully drew his injured arm in. Little lines of pain showed around his eyes.
"Dat's enough fo' tonight." Jean-Luc told them. There was punishment and then there was torture. He wasn't going to torture his child. He knew what he needed to know. He knew why they'd gone out, without ever having to ask, just as he knew that asking wouldn't get him an honest answer. And now he knew what had happened to Spencer's arm. There were arrangements that were going to need to be made now to ensure Remy's safety. He would put some of it in place tonight while waiting on the rest until after Spencer and Mattie spoke tomorrow. For now, "Remy, get Spencer upstairs and in bed. Make sure he's taken care of. And tomorrow morning, when he's with Mattie, y' come find me and we'll discuss y'r punishment fo' sneaking out to see y'r femme." He added on those last words with a sharp tone that had Remy wincing. The boy was smart, though. He just nodded and said "Oui, Papa" before fixing his attention on Spencer.
Watching the two leave the room, Jean-Luc couldn't help his worry. Someone was after his boy and tonight, they'd almost succeeded. If it hadn't been for Spencer, they might have.
Fear faded away underneath a solid determination. His expression hardened as he reached out and picked up his phone and dialed the number to his head of security.
"Richard? Oui. I want y' to double de security around de house tonight. I don't want to risk anyone getting in. Den, I want y' here in m' office. We've got a lot to discuss."
After their meeting with Jean-Luc downstairs, which had gone so much better than Spencer had expected it to, it wasn't really any surprise to find Henri waiting for them upstairs. He was sitting on Spencer's bed when the two came in and immediately hopped up and hurried over. Spencer waved him off with his good hand. "It's fine. I'm fine." He insisted. Everyone was treating him like getting stitches on his arm had turned him into a giant invalid. While Spencer wasn't going to deny that it hurt—a lot—it didn't mean that he couldn't walk around or move on his own. He was very capable of getting over to the bed without any assistance from either LeBeau.
"What de hell happened?" Henri demanded, glaring at Remy behind Spencer.
Spencer resisted the urge to sigh as he pulled away from them both and went over to his bed. He really didn't feel like standing there while the two of them battled. There'd been enough fighting tonight for him.
It sounded like Remy felt the same way. "Can't dis wait till tomorrow, Henri? We've had a hell of a night and we're tired."
"Y' went out to see dat chienne of y'rs, didn't y'?"
Oh, great. Spencer closed his eyes and bowed his head a little as he stopped beside his bed. What a choice of words. They were basically guaranteed to piss Remy off.
Sure enough, it took all of two seconds before Remy snapped, "Y' watch y'r fuckin' mouth, Henri, or I'll watch it fo' y'."
"I know she's easy, mais I hope she's at least a good fuck, seeing as how y' put Spencer's life at risk to get it."
"Y' fils de putain…!"
"Enough!" Spencer cut in sharply. He spun around to face them, glaring at the brothers. Both were frozen, one watching him with surprise and one with concern. Spencer ignored it all and scowled. "Enough fighting, enough arguing, just enough. I am sore, tired, and beyond ready to climb into bed. The last thing I want is to lie here and have to listen to the two of you bicker. Remy, your brother is just worried. Henri, your brother has every right to want to see a woman he cares so deeply for, and you should know better than to stand there and insult her like that. You should also know better than to think that Remy willingly put my life at risk. He fought against me going with him but I chose to go because that's that vow I made to myself and to him and I am always going to hold to that, whether you or anyone else likes it. I chose on my own to go with him and I chose to protect him. He didn't force me. Now, if the two of you don't mind, I'm choosing to get into my bed and sleep for at least the next ten hours, or until the need for a painkiller wakes me up. I'd appreciate it if you could both shut up so I can do that."
He spun back around and moved back to the bed to sit down so that he could get his leg up to take his shoes off instead of having to bend down. He missed the stunned look on Henri's face and the amused one that stretched over Remy's.
Moving forward, Remy crouched down beside the bed and caught Spencer's foot. "Here. It's a bit easier when y' got two working arms."
Spencer didn't bother protesting. One, he did need the help and he knew it. His arm was burning and really didn't want to move. And two, Remy wouldn't have listened to any protests anyways. Better to just let him do this.
He had to accept a bit of help with his shirt, too. That wasn't anywhere near as easy and by the time they were done, he was pale and his arm was throbbing. Remy moved to pull back the blankets and Henri stepped forward, a glass of water and a pill in hand. "I went and got dese from Papa. It should help y' sleep."
He took the pill without saying a word. Then, with a happy little sigh, he carefully arranged himself in bed, adjusting until the pressure on his arm eased and he could finally relax. Closing his eyes, he shut out the low murmur of the brothers, only vaguely aware of them as the light was shut off and the two moved over to Remy's side of the room. The night's events were catching up with Spencer a little and his body was letting him know it was done. Snuggling down into his blankets, he drifted off to sleep with the low hum of Remy and Henri's voices nearby and the knowledge that they were all back home and safe.
The boys were quiet when they came downstairs the next morning. Spencer was sore from his stitches and from bruises that had taken a little bit to settle in. He was also quite openly frustrated with the sling that had been waiting on his bed when he woke up that morning. According to Remy, it was from Mattie, and he was absolutely to wear it so as not to pull on his stitches at all. The young teen thought it was beyond overkill but he knew better than to argue with Mattie. So he wore it silently and a little sullenly as he ate his breakfast. Beside him, Remy was equally quite, knowing that his father wasn't all that pleased with him and that his punishment was still coming.
Jean-Luc didn't make them stew over it. He looked up as Remy, despite Spencer's protests, helped to serve breakfast onto Spencer's plate for him. When his son sat back down, Jean-Luc spoke. "How're y' doing dis morning, Spencer?"
Looking up with surprise, Spencer hesitated only a second before answering. "Sore, sir, but fine." He ignored Remy's sharp look, which told him that the teen didn't believe his 'fine', but thankfully Remy didn't say anything. There was no reason to complain about things to Jean-Luc. The only thing it would do would be to worry the man more.
"I'm glad to hear dat." Jean-Luc said. His gaze was sharp, though, and something told Spencer that the man didn't quite believe him either. But he didn't press. He picked up his coffee and watched them over the top of his cup. "Mattie's waiting fo' y' once y'r breakfast is done. She said she'd meet y' in de library and y' two can seek out dis vision y' were talking about. Remy, y'r to go in with him."
"Oui, Papa." Remy said.
The older man nodded at the soft acquiescence. He took a small drink of his coffee before continuing. "Some changes are going to be made to y'r schedules. Dis afternoon, I want y' to report to de training room, Remy. Seeing as how y' got plenty enough energy to be sneaking out at night and running round town, I figure y' must not be getting enough exercise. Fo' de next month, y'll be spending y'r afternoons with Parker in some extra training." His eyes sharpened a little on his son. "Hopefully dat'll teach y' to put y'r extra energy to better use."
Out of the corner of his eye, Spencer saw Remy grimace, but the teen knew better than to voice any protests. "Oui, Papa."
"As soon as de doctor gives y' clearance, y'll be joining him, Spencer." Jean-Luc added. Lifting a hand, he cut off any protests Remy might've made. His sharp gaze moved from Remy, over to Spencer. "While I know y' were going out to keep Remy safe, and I'm more appreciative of dat dan y' can imagine, de fact is y' still willingly left de house in de middle of de night, knowingly breaking de rules, and put y'rselves in danger despite de warnings y' and Mattie both felt. As I said, I know y' went so dat y' could keep Remy safe, mais he would've been much safer here, at home."
Spencer bowed his head. He didn't protest the rebuke; it was true. His priority was supposed to be to keep Remy safe above all else. Sure, by following him out there, he'd done it. But the whole thing could've been avoided if he'd just simply kept Remy at home somehow. "Yes, sir."
"At Mattie's suggestion, de two of y' are going to start doing most of y'r training together. Not just physical, but some of de others too. Remy' y'r going to start joining Spencer and Mattie fo' an hour of training right b'fore bed with Spencer's powers. We believe it'll be best to not only teach Spencer, mais to teach y' how to recognize what's happening with him and how to better understand his powers."
Wow. It sounded like Jean-Luc was making damn sure their days were going to be as full as possible. Spencer shared a discreet look with Remy, who was still sitting quietly beside him. Neither said anything, able to see that Jean-Luc wasn't done.
"To make sure y'r schedule is well-rounded, y'r mornings are going to be spent with proper schooling. Starting tomorrow, Remy, y'll report to y'r tutor directly after breakfast and y'll stay dere until lunch. As fo' y', Spencer. Later t'day, y' and I are going to sit down and take a look at de college course books in my office and we'll find de classes y' want to take and plan y'r schedule accordingly." The serious look on his face broke just the slightest bit when Spencer looked up with stunned surprise. A hint of a smile touched the man's lips. "After last night, it's apparent y'r training is coming along better dan I thought it was. I figure it's about time I make good on de promises I made. De new semester starts in two weeks fo' de University. I've spoken with a few people dere and got permission fo' y' to register late, so long as we get de papers in by de end of today."
Shock and joy both filled Spencer. The smile he gave Jean-Luc was one of the brightest the man had seen. "Really?"
Jean-Luc's expression softened ever so slightly. "Oui, mon fils." He chuckled a little when Spencer lit up even more. Shaking his head, he gestured towards their plates. "Eat y'r breakfast, boys. Y've got a busy day ahead of y' and Mattie's waiting on y'. We'll discuss dis more after lunch, Spencer."
The excitement of starting college—in two weeks! Two weeks!—completely pushed back anything else. Spencer was almost vibrating from it as he ate his way through a breakfast he barely noticed and didn't even taste. His mind was too caught up in thinking about the books he'd already looked at for college and the courses he'd had in mind. Wrapped up in his head, he missed the amused and indulgent looks that he got. It wasn't until breakfast was done and he and Remy were making their way towards the library that Spencer finally emerged from his thoughts again. Remy bumping up against his good shoulder was what pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked up to find that the teen was grinning at him. "Y'r de only kid I know dat looks dat fuckin' thrilled at de idea of more schooling." Remy teased him.
Spencer couldn't help it; his grin grew. "I've always wanted to go to college. I can't believe your Dad is really going to let me go."
"He told y' he would, didn't he?"
"Well, yes. I just—I really get to go." Spencer said it with a note of wonder in his voice. "I've been looking and hoping for almost three years now. I can't believe I actually get to go." Suddenly he paused, his grin sliding away to be replaced with a nervous look. Biting the inside of his lip, he tipped his head and looked up at Remy through his bangs. "Do you, um, do you think they'll have a special dress code or anything like that? The, uh, the high school I went to wouldn't let me wear my hat or my glasses. Do you think it'll be different in college?"
Remy smiled gently and bumped their shoulders together again. "I'm sure y'll be fine, cher. An even if dey don't, den screw dem." He reached a hand up and ruffled Spencer's hair, laughing as it made the boy scowl. "Y'r hair is fuckin' awesome. If someone don't like it, den dey're just jealous."
Smoothing back his hair with one hand, Spencer looked up at his friend and smiled. "Thanks, Remy."
"Anytime, petit. Anytime."
The two found Mattie waiting for them in the library. She was set up in the usual chair that she liked to sit in. It was by the couch and was comfortable enough for her to sit for a while in. Well used to working with her after these past few months, Spencer greeted her with a warm "Bonjour, Mattie." and a hug before he sat down on the reading couch. It was his favorite place to sit in the library and it was where he always sat when she brought him in here to work. She liked to bring him to the library for some of the heavier things that they did with his powers because she knew it was the room in the house that he was the most at ease inside of.
"Listen to y', speaking French." Remy teased him. He stepped up and hugged Mattie as well, kissing her cheek. "Bonjour, Tante. Y'r looking lovely dis morning."
His attempt at charm only earned him a sharp smack to the back of his head. When he pulled back, Mattie scowled up at him. "Don't y' be trying none of dat charm with me, y' heathen. G'on an sit y'rself on down over dere by Spencer. An don't let me hear y' messing with de boy fo' his French. He's a quick learner an he's picking it up fast."
Remy settled down next to Spencer and the two shared an amused look. The amusement faded quickly, though, as they got down to business. Mattie had already been told about what they wanted to do this morning by Jean-Luc, so they didn't have to spend any time with explanations. With that steady, musical voice of hers, she talked Spencer through getting comfortable and into a meditative state of mind. She had the boys sitting sideways, facing one another on the couch. Spencer settled down on the couch and carefully slid his arm out of his sling so that he could clasp Remy's hands within his. This was the first time that Spencer was actually going to try and actively use his powers to read another person. So far he'd only ever read people by accident, or through just a bit of observation. This time, Mattie was going to have him put to practice the things they'd been talking about and actually reach out and attempt to not just read someone, but to seek out the vision he wanted, not just the ones that came to him.
When they'd talked about it, the way Mattie had described things had left Spencer worrying that this was going to be hard. A lot of the things she taught him were difficult when he first tried to put them into practice. This was something she'd warned him in their previous talks was more difficult than it sounded. "Y' hear about it all over de place, all dese psychics that give readings and t'ings like dat. Most of dem are fakes. Y' an I both know dat. Mais some, dey're real. Dey aint like y' t'ough, petit. Lots of dem are mediums—dey don't actually see t'ings demselves. Dey talk with de dead and de dead tell dem t'ings. Others, dey just read in de aura of de person."
"Like I do." Spencer had said.
He remembered how Mattie had shaken her head. "Non. Y' look at a person and y' see deir auras, oui, mais fo' most psychics, dey only see de colors. To see more, like y', dey have to focus, to put in real effort. Y' see auras on a deeper level dan anyone I've ever seen, an y' do it wit'out even really focusing. When dey read people, dey're just doing what y' do every single day. What y' fight to not do. What I'm talking about wit' y'r reading someone is much harder, petit. I don't want y' to just look deep in deir aura. I want y' to open up y'r mind to de spirits and let de visions come. Try to seek t'ings. It won't be de same as de visions y' get in y'r sleep. Dese, y'll have to read, interpret. Like de raven y' saw b'fore, or de chains binding dose men. Dey weren't literal; dey were just a representation. De visions y' seek out like dis will probably be de same way."
It sounded difficult. Scary, even. The way she talked about it, Spencer would have to look beyond the simple facts he learned in auras. For this, he'd have to try and use Remy as a sort of conduit, looking beyond him, beyond the simple facts he might pick up about his friend, and actively seek out a vision about something connected to him. According to Mattie, there were very few who could do what she was hoping to have him attempt today. She'd already warned him in their talks that it might not work, either, at least not on the first try.
So when Spencer took a final deep breath and opened himself up to the power within him, he was stunned by the strength with which the vision hit.
The world around him faded except for the touch of Remy's hands in his. Unconsciously, he tightened his grip, anchoring himself on Remy's physical presence as the images poured into his mind so quickly and so strong they had him gasping. His eyes went wide as they stared off at something only he could see.
"Spencer," Mattie called out lowly. "What is it, chile? What do y' see?"
Spencer squeezed at Remy's hands again as the visions gripped him. "Something's coming." The words slipped from him almost unnoticed. His focus was on what he saw, what he heard, and the hands he held. He spoke without thinking, responding to the hint of power in Mattie's words. "Something dark. It runs over everything, thick and heavy."
"What does it want?"
"God, it's everywhere. Like poison. It destroys everything it touches."
This time, instead of Mattie, it was Remy's voice that spoke. Remy's voice that reached out to Spencer and drew him back just a little, just enough to stay anchored in himself. "Penny, listen to me, listen to Remy. Can y' see what it wants? What's it coming fo'?"
"The heart." Spencer breathed out. "The raven hunts the tiger. He wants to break him, destroy him, so he sent the darkness to take what matters most—his heart. I can see it. It's why he sent those men before. He wanted to see. Wanted to know his weakness. It's not enough to kill him anymore. He wants to destroy him, the way he feels his life has been destroyed. They tried once and failed, but he'll send the dark again. They'll wait and plan and when the time is right, the dark will come, and the jaguar and cougar will be lost."
The vision faded abruptly and Spencer felt like the world return around him like a splash of cold water. He jerked back, held in place only by Remy's hands, and he blinked his eyes rapidly to try and dispel the leftover of the images that had played there. When he focused them once more, he locked them on Remy, staring with wide eyes as he tried to suck in a steady breath. "It's you." The words tumbled past his lips, throbbing slightly with emotion. "It's coming for you. You and Henri. I saw it. Those guys that night, the ones that I couldn't figure out why they were there—they were there for the two of you. The raven sent them to find out what was important to Jean-Luc, something that he could use to hurt him, and the answer is the two of you. You're his heart. If anything were to happen to you…"
"It'd destroy him." Mattie finished softly.
Spencer looked over at her and nodded. His breath shuddered out of him and he once more tightened his grip on Remy's hands. It helped to steady him. "The man last night, that was just an attempt, a test. He'll try again. He's going to come for them again."
"And we'll be ready." Remy said. His voice was strong, firm. Something solid that made the world feel just a little steadier under Spencer's feet.
Mattie nodded her agreement. "Dat we will, chile. Can y' see how long we have, Spencer?"
He hesitated, eyes going just slightly vacant once more as he sifted through it all. "It's not soon. No less than a year, but it could be more. They won't want to risk messing up, so they'll take the time prepare."
Tugging on Spencer's hand, Remy gave the young teen a small smile. "So will we. We'll prepare, too, an dey'll find we aint easy prey here."
"This man, he's dangerous, Remy. He would've killed me without hesitation last night if the opportunity had presented itself. The only reason he didn't was because he didn't want to tip his hand too much. This, it could just look like regular trouble. They don't know I have my powers to help us." Spencer pointed out.
"Dat's why we need to keep y'r abilities quiet." Mattie interrupted them. "Dere's gonna be rumors, aint no stopping dat, mais from now on, de talk of y'r powers demselves need to stay wit' de family. Dey're de only edge we might have on dis."
That was simple enough. If keeping quiet about them kept Remy, and Henri, safe, then Spencer would do it. Spencer didn't like talking about his powers to begin with. Looking over at Remy, the young teen wondered if he would find anything that he wouldn't do to keep his friend safe, and what exactly that said about him that he was so willing to give his all in protection of one person that he hadn't even known up until six months ago, all because some visions and a woman who spoke with spirits told him that it was a part of his destiny. There was no turning back, though. He may've started this because of the visions, and later because of the personal vow he'd made, but as he looked at Remy and remembered their words from last night, the bond that was slowly growing between them, he knew this was slowly becoming more and more personal. He was too far down the road now to turn back, though. He was committed to this. All he could do was follow it and see where it led.