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Chapter List
- 1-Author's Note
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-Ch 2
- 4-Ch 3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-Ch 5
- 7-Ch 6
- 8-Ch 7
- 9-Ch 8
- 10-Ch 9
- 11-Ch 10
- 12-Ch 11
- 13-Ch 12
- 14-Ch 13
- 15-Ch 14
- 16-Ch 15
- 17-Ch 16
- 18-Ch 17
- 19-Ch 18
- 20-Ch 19
- 21-Ch 20
- 22-Ch 21
- 23-Ch 22
- 24-Ch 23
- 25-Ch 24
- 26-Ch 25
- 27-Ch 26
- 28-Ch 27
- 29-Ch 28
- 30-Ch 29
- 31-Ch 30
- 32-Ch 31
- 33-Ch 32
- 34-Ch 33
- 10
- 11
- 12
See notes, disclaimers, and warnings in first chapter
Words between / / are thoughts or mental speak

Words between * * are flashbacks

Words between ~ ~ are lyrics to any songs that may be used in the fic
CH 10
Half way down, Remy paused on the landing at
the point where the stairs changed direction in the descent to the first
floor. He glanced back to the top and drew brows in confusion. Was
he actually skipping down the stairs? There was a soft snort and shake of
the head at the revelation. He was a grown man, and grown men just
do�.not�.skip. With a grin and shrug, he decided he didn�t really care
and continued his skipping on the last leg of the journey. It had been a
very long time since Remy felt this relaxed, felt this energized despite the lack
of sleep from the previous night. The meditation session turned out to be
so much more than the complete crap he first thought it might be. And for
the first time in too many years, he actually had something to look forward
to. Of course, it made a big difference that the feral was teaching
him. The older man confused, unnerved, and intrigued him all at
once. Despite the small voice in his head telling him that it was too
dangerous to let loose certain feelings that had long ago been buried, he couldn�t
help constantly thinking of the man and the possibilities; but what an idiot to
let his thoughts wander so. He had only known Logan for a few days, and he had
a mission to follow. At that moment though, as good as he felt, he
decided he didn�t really care.
With a genuine smile gracing his features, he
wandered towards the kitchen and entered, the smile widening at the sight of
the weather goddess.
�Morning, chere. You be up pretty early,
neh?�
She glanced at him over her shoulder as her
hand deftly flipped the pancakes in the air, the landing made perfect through
much practice despite her lack of complete attention to the food. �Good
morning Remy. I might say the same for you.�
Remy pulled up along side her and grabbed
another pan to start on the bacon. �Oui. Logan�s teaching me some
meditation techniques.� Placing a few strips in the pan and turning on
the flame, he turned to look her in the eye. �Never felt more relaxed in
my life.�
�That is wonderful! He�s a very good
teacher.� She noted with an air of experience. �He has taught quite
a few of us those same techniques as well as tactical defense maneuvers.�
The look of confusion on his face made her realize that he was not yet aware of
all they did at the school. �All young mutants who attend this school
must learn how to defend themselves, not to go out seeking trouble, but rather
to protect themselves should trouble seek them.� Remy nodded his
understanding as they both removed the cooked food from the stove, placing the items
in the center of the table.
The table was set for the others to join
shortly. �T�anks for helping me cook. Logan say it my turn, mais you
beat me to it.�
�It was my pleasure. I had to get up
early anyway. I have plans in the city today and will be leaving
soon.� Storm laid out the juice as well as other condiments from the
refrigerator.
�Need some company?� Remy asked
hopefully, his own plans for the day not appealing to him in the slightest.
Ororo paused in her preparations and looked up
at him, arching one brow as a smirk appeared. �Remy, as much as I would
love to spend time with you, you must meet with the Professor today.�
Seeing the slight slump in the boy�s shoulders, she sighed and walked over to
him, placing her hand to cup his chin. �It will not be as bad as you
think, child. The Professor is a kind and descent man. Sometimes we
may not agree with his methods, but his intentions are always good. He
never intends harm and only wants to help.�
A heated look of disbelief and anger ran briefly
through the Cajun�s eyes before he schooled his features into a mask, complete
with lop-sided grin. �Whatever you say, chere.�
About to reply, a frown firmly planted on her
face, her words died in her throat as Wolverine entered the kitchen.
�Morning �Ro� he nodded in greeting to her as
he made his way to the table to take a seat, glancing at the Cajun briefly.
�Smells good.�
The fourth member of the mansion currently in
residence had yet to show up, which was fine with Remy. He really didn�t
want to talk with Xavier today, or ever. But despite his dread over the
situation and the wariness he felt for spooks, he found that the older man
didn�t set off his inner alarms like most telepaths did, even with the fiasco
from the previous day. It was hard to imagine that he had already been
here going on three days. Six if you counted the amount of time he�d
waited outside the gates to be noticed. A momentary flare of irritation
struck him as he recalled the fact that they knew he had been there all along.
Deciding not to dwell on the past, he continued eating his breakfast in
silence, listening to the conversation between Ro and Logan, looking up as he
heard his name.
�I understand you are teaching Remy how to
meditate.� Ororo questioned Logan before taking a sip of her
juice.
Chewing the mouth full of food he�d shoveled
in, Logan
put his fork down and swallowed hard, before answering. �Yep. And
he�s catching on pretty quick.� The last part said with a wink towards
the Cajun.
Remy felt his cheeks heating at the innocent
gesture from the older man. He really needed to get a grip on his
emotions as well as his shields. Though he could lose control of his
�charm�, as his tante called it, his shields had never been a problem and had
always been strong. But, he noticed since some of the limits had been
removed, that he registered peoples� emotions more easily and stronger than
before. Either his shields were failing, or his powers were growing
again, a thought that sent him into a momentary panic.
The increase in heart-rate and breathing was
not lost on the feral. �Hey bub, you okay over there?�
Remy�s attention returned to the two sharing
the table with him, noting with apprehension the concern in their eyes.
�Oui, just t�inking.� He tried for a disarming smile and emitting a wave
of peace.
The effect seemed to appease the weather
goddess, but Logan�s
eyes narrowed slightly. He was more attuned to subtleties from people and
felt a foreign emotion that had eluded him for years. Peaceful feelings weren�t
his, which made him immediately suspicious of the boy. ��bout what?�
Mind racing for a satisfactory answer, he
latched onto something Ororo mentioned earlier. �Stormy tell me you teach
self-defense classes. Maybe you teach me, non?�
Ororo paused mid bite and slanted a sideways
glance towards the younger man, her brow arching in query. �Stormy?
Whatever possessed you to call me that?�
The smirk this time was genuine as Remy
replied. �Seem to fit, chere.� He chuckled and she joined in.
After a minute, even Logan cracked a smile at the
little nickname, his earlier suspicion momentarily placated and forgotten with
the answer the boy had given. �Sure kid. Be happy to.�
They were half-way completed with the meal when
the Professor entered the kitchen, bidding them all a good morning. After
filling his plate, he looked at the young mutant across from him. �I
trust you slept better last night?�
A surge of insecurity rose in Remy at the
question. Had he so completely lost control that his dreams and
nightmares were being detected by the world�s most powerful telepath?
Xavier must have noted the slight distress as he decided to clarify his
question, not wanting the boy to think he had eavesdropped on his thoughts
during sleep. �After what happened yesterday in the Danger Room, and your
prolonged headache, I didn�t think you had been sleeping well.�
Remy would have sighed in audible relief if he wasn�t
so sure it would attract strange looks from the other members at the
table. �Oui, t�anks.�
The professor smiled and continued to eat his
breakfast. After a few bites, conversation returned, this time directed
at the older mutants at the table. �The others should be back in a few
more days. I have heard from Henry and he indicated that all has gone as
expected.�
�That is good news professor. So there were no
problems encountered?� Ororo stared intently at the man as she waited for
his answer.
Shaking his head and smiling, Xavier indicated that
everything had been a success. Remy pondered the cryptic conversation
trying to guess what type of mission was taking place until Xavier clarified
unknowingly. �Now, if the President will sign it into law, we will be one
step closer to equality for all mutants.�
�I�ll hold my breath� Logan muttered sarcastically
under his breath. Although Remy was sure everyone heard him, no one
responded to the bait.
The Professor wisely chose to change the subject, asking
Storm and Logan
what their plans were for the day. Ororo informed them of her impending
departure and the fact that she would be gone for most of the day. For
the feral�s part, he had work to do.
Wiping his mouth with a napkin and resting his elbows on the
table with hands clasped together over his plate, Logan turned to look at
Xavier. �Gonna head on down to the basement and take a look at the
girls. Those water tanks have been struggling a little lately and I
figure I probably should get that fixed before everyone gets back. Ole
Bessie in particular ain�t been putting out the heat she should for the last
couple of weeks. Figure she needs a little TL�..what?� Logan paused
at the snickers coming from the other three at the table, genuinely confused
over the joke he obviously missed.
Remy�s eyes glowed in amusement. �You name de hot water
heaters? Dat�s interesting, mon ami. What be deir names?�
Still a little puzzled, the older mutant answered the boy,
completely serious in his tone. �Well, there�s Ole Bessie. She was
the first one. Then there�s Little Sue, she�s not quite as big as her
older sister. The newest edition, though that�s not saying much
considering her age, is Oz.�
�Oz? Not dat I�m criticizin� mind you, but dat don�t be
a girl�s name, eh?� The boy was trying hard not to outright laugh.
At this point, Storm decided to enlighten the newest member
in the house. �He named it after one of his favorite characters in a
television show. What is the name of that silly program you like to watch
Logan?
Oh yes�Buffy the Vampire Slayer.� She continued to chuckle, complete
ignoring the scowl that the older mutant was directing her way. For his
part, the Cajun gave in, laughing so hard he almost fell out of his
chair. The Professor, too, was doing his best to contain himself, deciding
to concentrate on finishing his meal.
�Yeh, well, laugh it up. But they have feelings, you
know. And they respond to a tender touch. I don�t hear you
complainin� much when you indulge in one of your lengthy bubble baths,
�Ro.� He made to stand, depositing his dirty dishes in the sink muttering
the whole time. �Damn kids�.I�ll be in the basement and in the garage
later working on the Harley if any of you need me.� With that he stalked
out of the room, his shoulders held in a defensive posture clearly irritated.
Remy sighed. �I guess we shouldn�t have made fun of
him.� But Ororo waved him off, letting the boy know that their volatile
companion enjoyed the teasing despite his gruff, outward appearance. She
indicated that it always made Logan feel apart of
the team, human to be teased like any other.
The Professor finished his meal, placing his fork down and
glancing up at the remaining company. �That was delicious, thank
you.� With a pointed look at the Cajun, he continued. �I look
forward to our session this morning, Remy. I will expect you
shortly.� With that he excused himself.
The boy had a pensive look as he nodded his assent, then
sighed. �Guess I better get dese dishes cleaned up, hehn?� As he
stood, Ororo reached out and placed her hand over his, causing him to pause as
he rose from the chair. He glanced at her and gave her a small smile that
didn�t quite reach his eyes. �S�bien, chere. T�anks.�
End ch 10
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