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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
- 4
- 5
- 6
See disclaimers, notes
and warnings in first chap

chapter
4

It
was nearly dawn when he returned to the mansion. Quickly entering the code
that the feral had given him during the previous day�s tour, he scoffed at
how simplistic the gate�s security box was. Surely nothing a master thief
couldn�t handle, if said master thief was ready to reveal such talents. He
grimaced at the stab of pain he felt when he recalled exactly how he had obtained
those skills. It was the one brief time in his young life that he had a real
family that cared for him, and that he in turn cared for, though he had to
admit that the Morlocks considered him family. He missed Jean-Luc, his tante,
his brother and cousins in the Thieves Guild dearly. Of course he wasn�t
allowed to be a part of them for very long. After all, �Le diable blanc�
didn�t deserve happiness. Demon spawn such as him only had the right to misery
and pain. Sighing, he ran fingers through long, auburn locks, shaking his
head to clear those thoughts pronto. He didn�t need to wallow in self-pity,
there was work to do.

As
he moved into the kitchen, he closed his eyes in concentration, taking a deep
breath to let his shields lower completely and briefly touched the emotions
of the residents, long enough to get a feel for the number of people but not
long enough to be overwhelmed by them. He was always amazed at the intensity
of pure and raw emotions that humans displayed when in the depths of slumber,
a time when most had the least control over them. Another benefit of scanning
while they slept was the fact that most telepaths and peoples with strong
blocks were least aware of the scan, allowing Remy to relax from the fear
of them catching him, or worse, reading him back while his own shields were
down. He could feel a muffled tinge of guilt and hope and assumed that it
must be the Professor with his strong barricades. There was a more powerful
feel from another part of the mansion, a strong rage mixed with fear. Ah,
the feral, and in the grips of a nightmare it seemed. The thought caused
a momentary tightening of his chest in sympathy for the older man, it was
a feeling he knew well.

Shaking
himself, �Non, dis no way to feel �bout dem� mentally slapping his own self
upside the head for even considering an emotional response. His compassion
always seemed to get him into trouble, and he couldn�t afford to fail in this
mission; a point that had been made all too clear he mused as he absently
rubbed faded welts on his lower back.

Continuing
the quick scan, he felt only one other. A calming peace emanated from the
highest levels of the building, with a hint of swirling emotions kept in check
below that peaceful surface. The serenity was almost addictive and for a
moment he envied it. But he was somewhat startled to feel the presence of
only three individuals within the building. For a place that was supposedly
a school, it seemed like there would be more people here.

He
shrugged, not quite surprised since his current boss told him it was a front
anyway. And though Magneto had already misled him once, Remy was still inclined
to believe the man. Time to start building a little trust with these people.
What better way than prepare breakfast for them and take an opportunity to
call on some little used skills of his own. Since he wasn�t sure exactly
what they may or may not eat, he decided to cover all the bases. After all,
the pantry was still pretty well stocked. It wasn�t long before the smells
of waffles, eggs, toast, bacon, coffee, and various other breakfast items
were wafting throughout the lower floor of the mansion.

The
enticement was too much for the mutant with the most sensitive of olfactory
senses and he woke with a growl in his throat as well as his belly. Quickly,
Logan got up and dressed, a little flummoxed at who could be up at this hour
making breakfast. He made his way quickly and quietly down to the first floor;
no sound betraying a man of his bulk as he eased through the door. Logan
grinned at the rear view of the new kid, appreciating the sight of the lithe
form as much as the smells of spice and food.

After
a moment, Logan cleared his throat to catch the boy�s attention. �Smells good,
kid.�

For
his part, even with his shields firmly resurrected, he felt the man coming
long before the kitchen door opened. Remy didn�t even turn, but continued
to concentrate on the pan in front of him.

�T�anks,
mon ami. Wasn�t sure what everyone eats, so I just made a little of everyt�ing.�
Removing the pan from heat, Remy reached over to grab a plate and dumped some
fresh eggs and bacon on top. It was then he turned to face the old man, setting
the food in front of the feral. �Mais, you seem like a bacon and eggs kinda
homme to me.�

Again
the feral grinned, an impressive set of canines displaying in a genuine smile
as he looked the younger man directly in those exotic eyes. �Got it in one,
Cajun.�

Remy�s
smile faltered and he blinked at the man. �How�.How did you know?�

�The
accent.� Logan commented. /Well that and the spicy scent that pours off ya/
he thought bemusedly. �Thought I recognized it yesterday. Ya�re from bayou
country, ain�t ya?�

It
took a moment for the question to filter through. Remy blinked again before
nodding. �Oui. N�Awlins.� And then he turned back to the stove, body language
indicating the conversation was over.

Logan
didn�t take offense. In fact, he understood perfectly the need to keep some
things private. Rather, he concentrated on the savory items in front of him.
The kitchen door swung open again and Professor Xavier floated into the room,
wishing both men a good morning.

Remy
placed another plate of food in front of the professor, then made a plate
for himself before sitting opposite. Xavier lifted his fork and sampled the
cuisine. �Well, I must say this is a nice surprise. We haven�t made out
your schedule of chores yet. However, I see that you enjoy cooking and are
quite skilled at it. Perhaps we should start you on cooking duty when the
others return.�

This
peeked Remy�s interest and he took advantage of the opportunity to gather
some information. �Other�s? How many people be living here anyways? Ain�t
seen anyone else so far.�

�Ah,
well that is because most of the students and faculty are off on various field
trips. A few of the older faculty have joined with our resident doctor to
present a paper in Washington. They should return by the end of the week.
The students will be here before the weekend is over.� Xavier smirked at
the youth. �That is when the true chaos will begin.�

About
to reply, Remy opened his mouth then closed it, glancing quickly at the door
before shifting his gaze to his plate. He felt that calming presence again.
Someone was coming. Logan noted the slight movement, hearing the increased
pulse of the kid, and quirked a brow in Xavier�s direction. Xavier, who had
also noticed, shook his head slightly at the feral and returned to his meal.

The
door swung open and in walked one of the most sophisticated-looking women
that Remy had ever seen. Her rich mocha skin, contrasted with flowing white
hair, gave off an aura of understated, yet unpretentious superiority holding
herself with an air of regality. Almost at once, Remy could tell she was
completely at peace; her pure emotions an aphrodisiac to the soul and he was
hard-pressed to stifle a moan. She was beautiful. Remy rose automatically
from his chair, awestruck at the sight of this elegant creature, feeling unworthy
to be in her presence; a bug to be squashed in the path of a queen. Not to
be outdone, Logan rose as well to greet the lady, while the Professor merely
smiled.

�Good
morning Ororo� the Professor beamed, noting her eyes lift from him to the
stranger across from Logan. �This is Remy LeBeau. He will be joining our
school to learn control of his powers. Remy, meet Ororo Munroe, also known
as Storm.�

At
first, he couldn�t find his voice as he just stared at her. But, ever the
calming influence, she took the initiative to end the awkward silence. Stepping
forward, she raised her hand in greeting. He smiled and took her hand, bowing
slightly as he placed a kiss on her knuckles. �Pleasure to meet you, Ms.
Munroe.� He then reached around her to pull her chair out, as any southern
gentleman should do.

She
arched an elegant brow at the gesture and smirked as she took in the scowl
gracing Logan�s features. �Likewise, Mr. LeBeau. But please, call me Storm.
I am sure you will settle in nicely in our home.�

Remy
was almost humbled at the matronly feelings pouring off her. Storm she called
herself. A fitting name for one who exuded calm on the surface, and a tempest
of emotions beneath. As enchanting as she was, he was surprised to feel no
lust for her, merely respect and admiration despite knowing nothing of her.
Instantly, he decided she would probably be someone he would eventually call
friend; a realization that shot a pang of guilt through his heart.

Settling
down, the four continued their breakfast in companionable silence.

**************

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