Chapter 2! They meet. Once again I'm not sure how to write Remy's accent but I will try.

I don't own X-men comics, movies, or TV shows. I only own Morgan and Tante Cecil.

Morgan's POV

I stood there staring into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity. He was the first to move, slowly raising his finger and beckoning me over. I stood there frozen before my eyes darted to the people around him. Sensing my hesitation, he said something to them and they quickly dispersed to other parts of the bar. Looking back over to me, he once again beckoned for me to go to him.

My legs felt like lead as I slowly walked towards where he was sitting. Neither one of us broke eye contact. I was afraid my legs would give out.

"What are you doing?!" I thought to myself. "Tante Cecil told you not to wander around, let alone walk up to a complete stranger. Have you lost your mind?"

Before I knew it I was standing across the table from him. My vocal cords refused to work. Luckily, or not, he spoke first.

"Aren't you a bit young ta be in a place like dis, Chere?"

I nodded my head, too nervous to speak.

"What's your name, petite?"

"Morgan"

"Ah," he replied, a thoughtful look on his face. "You must be Cecil's daughter. She has mentioned you many a times. My name's Remy LeBeau. Sit down Chere."

I slowly moved to sit across from him. I didn't sense that he would hurt me but I was still wary. Nobody seemed to have noticed us so far. He could tell I was uncomfortable but could also see the curiosity in my eyes. I was never good at hiding emotions.

"Are you superstitious like Cecil?" Remy asks, motioning to the charms and trinkets woven through my braids and hung around my neck. "She always tells me dat I bring nothin but bad luck."

I smiled at this thought. "No I'm not but she insists that I wear them. Most are for good luck and to ward off evil spirits. I remember her coming home a few times grumbling about 'that damn LeBeau boy startin another fight.'"

He chuckled at this, glad that he could finally open me up a little more.

"So tell me, Chere, where are you originally from? You're not from around here, I can tell dat much."

At this I lowered my head, thinking about my parents. Gathering my senses I looked back up.

"No I'm not from here. I lived in Texas before I came here. I've been livin with Tante Cecil for about three years. She caught me trying to pickpocket her."

At that I slammed my mouth shut. I hadn't meant to say that but it was too late. Remy's smirk grew wider and his eyes shimmered in amusement.

"So you used ta be a thief, huh?"

Luckily it was at that moment that Tante Cecil found me.

"My goodness child you almost gave me a heart attack! One minute you're in my office and the next you're out here talking to…" She looked over and her eyes went wide when she saw who I was sitting across from.

"Remy Lebeau! You should know better than to try to charm young girls!"

His eyes sparkled with mischief. "Aw Miss Cecil. I was only keeping her company. Da poor girl looked so lonely. I didn't want her ta get hurt."

I could tell Tante Cecil was trying to bite back a smile. This guy was good.

"Well I am sorry to break this up but Morgan and I have to go. Don't cause any trouble young man." She said as she turned to leave. She walked off muttering under her breath.

I turned to follow her but Remy caught my hand. Bringing it to his lips, he kissed it and said, "I hope to see you again Chere. I look forward to finishing our conversation."

I nodded, blushing furiously, before turning and hurrying after Tante Cecil. I admit I was mesmerized by this man. I hoped that I would see him again but I doubted that I would.

Remy POV

I watched Morgan as she ran after Cecil. I wanted to know more about her. She seemed to carry a burden that was far too great for someone her age. I had seen the sadness that flashed through her eyes when I asked her about where she came from. And then her telling me she used to pickpocket! That was a shock.

"Merde. What is goin on your pretty little head petite?"

I intended on making sure that we did in fact meet again.

Woo! Second chapter! Go me. Once again, sorry bout Remy's accent, or lack of I should say. Reviews and constructive criticism are more than welcome.