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Fractals	By : Nemain Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6712 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fractals Chapter Thirty Eight (NC-17)
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Remy looked
at ease to the casual observer but Jean-Luc knew better. �You can sit down,� he murmured smoothly,
reaching for the silver bell to ring for tea.
�Ain�t gonna bite you.�
Remy
snorted softly and remained standing near�but not in front of�the window. �Fine standin�, thanks.� He glanced up as a slight woman with flaming
red hair and eyes so wide and blue they should have been on a China
doll entered the room silently, placed a tray laden with tea items down before
Jean-Luc and slipped from the room on ghost feet. �New?�
Jean-Luc
smiled. �Anna was�released from my
employment in April. Had a terrible time
wit keepin� secrets,� he added, pouring the tea. �Avec sucre?�
Remy nodded
and watched as his father added two lumps to the dark liquid, then a slice of
lemon. The house was just as he
remembered from his youth�shadows and dark wood, that peculiar combination of
sinister and comforting that the Garden District seemed to breathe and
bleed. Genteel homes hiding dark secrets
ages old, ghosts reaching across the years to keep their counsel private� Remy
had missed it terribly. �Pere,� he said as Jean-Luc poured his own tea into one of
the thin china cups that had been in the family for years�though Remy had never
been clear on if it was through inheritance or leger
de main[1]--�why
was I summoned?�
Jean-Luc
raised a brow and took a sip of his tea.
�Pas en francais, Remy? Pour quoi?�
�Cause we
Cajun, Pere, pas de France.� Remy drained his tea in one inelegant gulp
and set the china cup back down. �Parle.�
Jean-Luc
set his cup down with a deliberate grace most people would never master. Outside, the cars sped by on the centuries
old street, the automotive sounds muffled by thick jasmine vines, still verdant
in the mild autumn of the Crescent City,
and magnolias so old no one could remember a time when they were not
there. �The Guild wants you dead. They have a contract on you, Remy.�
He paused,
becoming still as death for a moment. �I
already knew I ain�t welcome here, Pere. Dis visit be at
risk o�my life, oui?�
�Remy��
Jean-Luc pushed the tea service to the side and leaned across the old table
urgently, �you ain�t graspin� dis. Dis ain�t blood
feud. Dis ain�t
fo� honor� Dis a hit. A contract. Dis got no conditions.
Frankly,� he leaned back, his voice dropping to a near whisper, �I
surprised you made here in one piece.�
Remy stood
and glared down at his father. �You call
me here to get me murdered, ol man?�
�Remy
Etienne LeBeau,� Jean-Luc countered with a distinctly
paternal edge to his voice[2], �you
can�t come in here an� accuse me��
�Wanna bet?� Remy snarled.
He was around the table and towering over Jean-Luc in a heartbeat. �Apres the fiasco
wit Belladonna��
Jean-Luc
was on his feet and in Remy�s face before the younger man could finish the
sentence. �You.
Are. My. Son. I might not like you sometime, but I ain�t wantin� you dead.�
Remy jerked
away but did not respond immediately. After
a long pause where the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner was the
only sound in the room, he breathed, �Den why you call me down here?�
�If you thinkin� I wanted you dead, why�d you come?� Jean-Luc
countered, stepping around Remy and picking up the silver bell again.
Remy
gritted his teeth as the young woman appeared to clear away the tea things,
giving her a quick, all encompassing glance out of habit, memorizing details down
to how she turned her hand to pick up the abandoned cups. Finally, when they were alone again, he
addressed Jean-Luc, �Parce-que vous
etes mon
pere.�[3]
Jean-Luc
stared at Remy for a very long moment before clearing his throat and becoming
businesslike. �De guild hired de Assassins apr�s the news story
come out�� He nodded to the oak
sideboard running the length of the sitting room wall. A neatly folded stack of newspapers sat
there, almost accusingly, daring Remy to look at their pages. Instead, Remy sighed and turned tired eyes to
his father. �Ah,� Jean-Luc
murmured. �You did not know it was so
widespread, eh?�
�I doubt my�associates
up north are aware, either.� He chewed
the inside of his lip briefly before announcing, �I need to make a call, d�accord?�
Jean-Luc
shook his head. �Ain�t safe here.�
�Den what
you suggest?� he snapped. �I ain�t gonna
hide here wit you, waitin� to be killed, lettin� mes amis rot up dere!� He raked his fingers through already messy
hair and vented a rough sigh. �Pour
quoi?�
Jean-Luc
smirked ruefully. �If you here, I know
you ain�t dead.�
Remy
blinked. �You panicked.�
The older
man snorted. �I did no such thing, fils. Shut yo� mouth.� He
turned away and busied himself with arranging and rearranging knick knacks on
the end table. �Quit smirkin�.
Ain�t polite,� he added after a moment.
�I ain�t smirkin�,� Remy lied.
He was oddly pleased that someone in the guild still cared about him,
and doubly so that it was his father, that he had not been abandoned, as it
were. �Mais Pere, you gotta understand� I can�t
jus� hide out here, eh?�
Jean-Luc
nodded. �Truth is, mon fils, dey ain�t gonna settle for jus� you. Dey see you as bein� too much of a draw to us, to dem. I don� know who called for dis killin� mais
je pense que�� The idea made his mouth taste of ash. �I think it was one of my trusted advisors.�
Remy
nodded. �Keep friends close an� enemies
closer,� he murmured.
Jean-Luc
returned his regard to Remy. �Fils, you listenin�? It ain�t me dey
want. It�s all you mutants. All your friends. You draw too much attention to de
guilds. An� dey�well,
you know dey gonna cause a fuss if you turn up missin��
Remy goggled. �They can�t jus� kill off an entire
group! Dat�s
insane!�
Jean-Luc
spread his hands and looked down at his fingers sadly. �Fils, dey jus� need to kill enough to ensure silence, non?�
For the
first time in a long time, Remy wanted to be sick. �I need ta go,� he
began, only to find his way blocked by the red haired girl wielding a rather
evil looking blade, the edges serrated to curved teeth
and aimed at his gut should he take another step forward.
�I mention she also a body guard?
Non, Remy, you stay here till we figure somethin� out.�
�You bes� figure quick,� Remy snapped, �or
I ain�t gonna leave nothin� of you for dem to mourn.�

[1] Nice way
of saying theft, pretty much. Really �slight
of hand� but isn�t leger de main just prettier?

[2] Yeah,
Jean-Luc�s going to be a tad OOC here.
This is an AU anyway so if you�re a stickler for canon, go
elsewhere. Which you
should know by now.

[3] Because you�re my father.
That isn�t perfect French but Cajun is not perfect French. It�s very sloppy French but very good creole in the linguistic sense.
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