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Second Chances	By : SisterWine Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The X-Men are the sole property of Marvel Comics, Disney Corp., and 20th Century Fox. I do not own them at all. I make no money off of them, nor do I claim them as my own. Matthew and Stephanie are mine. Strictly entertainment only.

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The clock had struck just after one in the afternoon and Remy worked all morning, at his desk, busily drawing plans and writing start ups for the next week's bidding. For a thought, he decided to have lunch at home, take a hot shower and then crawl back to work for another long night finishing plans. Bobby had stumbled upon him earlier in the morning and Remy couldn't hold his mouth still from asking him to help. When Remy came home and stood in his bedroom, he took a deep breath, wandered up to the corner of his bed and collapsed diagonally, face gently bouncing on the bedspread.

His cool gray bedspread felt soft, plush and inviting. His eyes were heavy and blinked closed almost immediately after landing. Deep, graceful breaths whisked him to a relaxing dream, sitting on a beach and sipping a cold fruity drink while watching Alex on his surfboard. The dream was so vivid that Remy swore he could taste the coconut in his drink and feel the condensation on the curvy glass it came in.

Eventhough, he had been sleeping for hours, Remy hadn't moved from his position until the phone started ringing. Gradually, his right arm started to move and slide his phone out of his pocket, flipping it open, he mumbled a weary "hello?"

"Remy?"

"Oui, petite." Rolling over, Remy opened his eyes and found that the sun had moved lower, changing the lighting in his room.

Stephanie sounded out of breath and frantic. "I think I killed my brother."

Remy had been lying on his back and upon hearing her answer, he sat straight up in shock, "come again?"

"We- we had a really big fight and- and he--- fell."

"Fell from where, petite?" Remy slid to the edge of the bed and stood up, making his way downstairs to the front door. He had the door open and was about to step out, onto the porchstep when she answered with somewhere he didn't expect.

"I pushed him out of my window. Come quick, I killed him!" Stephanie's voice became more frantic as she moved through the house and out to the backyard, where her brother was laying on the grass.

Remy hung up the phone and hurried over to Logan's front door. As he reached for the knob, the door opened and Stephanie called to him from the back patio. Running to where she now knelt, over a still unconscious Matthew, he assessed the scene quickly. His next moved was to dial 911 on his cell phone and tell the operator what happened while keeping Stephanie calm.

The ambulance arrived in a timely fashion and whisked the still unconscious boy away with Remy and Stephanie following closely behind, in Remy's car. Stephanie frantically dialed Logan's cell phone and let it ring before giving up to dial his work, directly. She sat in the passenger seat but it felt like she was sitting on a bucket of pins and needles, on a never-ending ride to the hospital. "Daddy, you need to get down to County General. I might have killed Matthew." Not waiting for his shocked reply, she hung up and shook as she opened the door as the car came to a stop in the parking lot.

Though Remy's legs were longer, Stephanie raced through the automatic sliding doors of the Emergency Entrance just as the EMTs wheeled Matthew into the waiting room and down the hall to the Emergency Room. She glanced over, every so often, to see if he had woken up yet. He hadn't.

The medical staff had taken charge of Matthew's transport and ordered Stephanie and Remy to wait in the Waiting Room, just down the hall. As the swinging doors prohibited them from going any farther, Stephanie was left to stand at the window and watch as her brother disappeared through one of four Emergency Rooms.

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Remy sat in the middle chair in a row of nine, positioned against a far wall, while Stephanie paced endlessly back and forth in growing desperation. His arms were folded and his legs were crossed but no matter what he tried, he was not able to block out Stephanie's mounting dread. "Steph, petite, come sit down." He took a calming breath and did his best to move his headache out of his mind.

Stephanie's arms itched with unease. "I killed him, Remy. I destroyed my own brother."

"Non." Remy's voice was a little more than a whisper. Unfolding his arms to pat the seat to his left, Remy smiled comfortingly at her. When she obliged, Remy placed his arm about her shoulders and lightly embraced her to calm her nerves.... and his headache. "He'll be just fine, petite."

At the next breath, Logan rushed into the room and hurried over for updates. Stephanie had met him half way and they embraced tightly. When they parted, he looked at Remy and then focused his attentions back to his daughter. "Are you alright? Did they say anything?"

"Daddy, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it!" Stephanie couldn't think of anything else to say. Her grief had clouded every ability to think clearly about what happened.

Remy folded his arms again but fought to stay calm. "She's okay, jus' shaken. Dey ain't said much 'bout Matt."

"Why not?"

Remy swallowed. "Dey don't know."

"What the Hell do they know?" Logan growled.

Unfolding himself and standing up, Remy placed a calm hand on Logan's arm and was abruptly shrugged off. "De doctors ain't been dis way, yet. Only been a few minutes." He could feel Logan's anger choking him but it wasn't Remy Logan was angry at. "Why don't I take de petite home, hehn?"

"No!" Stephanie interrupted. "I want to stay here."

Logan weighed the situation and embraced his daughter as a scream came from a very frightened nurse, down the hallway. "I think he'll be okay." Kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back, Logan nudged Stephanie towards Remy. "Go on, get some rest."

It had taken some prodding from both Logan and Remy but she eventually gave in and agreed to let Remy take her home. Stephanie was feeling exhausted, both emotionally and physically. She concealed a yawn as Remy escorted her out and a middle-aged doctor strode in to give Logan the news.

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Remy pulled into his own driveway but walked the still shaken teen across the street and onto the porch of the Howlett house. He paused behind her as she stared at the front door, key poised in hand before the lock. "Somethin' wrong, petite?"

"No." Stephanie shook, uncontrollably. "Remy, can I stay at your house?"

Nodding and ushering a small smile, Remy patted her shoulder and whispered softly, "sure." Leading the way back to his front door, he noticed Stephanie had no pleasure in daudling and upped his pace. He unlocked the door and opened it, letting her enter first before following her in. Closing the door behind him, he offered her a place to stretch out on the sofa or in the guest room, upstairs.

"I'm not tired."

Remy nodded. He knew better that she was fighting to stay awake and would eventually lose the battle as the night progressed. "Some TV?" He waved a hand to the living room and offered her a spot on the plush sofa. "Some soda? Water? Mebbe somethin ta eat?"

"I'm a little hungry." Moving over to the sofa's far end, she sat down and smiled back at her host.

Remy thought for a moment on what a teenaged girl might like. "Ah, I have some cold pizza from last night? Or, have some bread an' bologna or ham?" He still stood in his entryway but had turned on the light to the living room to see.

She smiled again as she could tell that appeasing a girl was not one of Remy's strong points. "Cold pizza is fine. Thank you."

"Okay." Remy disappeared into the dark kitchen to retrieve the cold Supreme pizza from the refrigerator, along with sodas for the both of them. Placing the slices on two clear blue glass plates, he brought Stephanie's meal and drink out first and then fetched his own. They sat in silence, as Stephanie was in no mood to have other noise contributing to her state.

Stephanie took a bite and then examined her slice. "There's no mushrooms." Her hair had been swept back to a makeshift ponytail, to keep it out of her face. Her long tresses had been a nuisance to her at times and she wondered why Remy both wanted long hair and why he rarely let it down, out of the ponytail he kept it in.

Blushing, Remy swallowed his third bite and gave a humble reply, "not a mushroom fan. Sorry."

Stephanie giggled, "I don't like them, either." They sat across from each other, she on the sofa and Remy on the floor, laughing and talking about whatever they thought of. When they finished with the meal and Remy cleared the plates and empty cans, Stephanie casually eased into lying down and curling up while waiting for Remy to come back. A yawn that refused surpression escaped and her eyes slid quickly closed as the cushions had been so comfortable and cool. She blinked open as a warm, soft wool blanket had been placed over her but closed them again as the living room light went off and the stair light, at the top of the stairs, flicked on.

Retreating upstairs, Remy checked his cell phone for any calls that would undoubtedly have happened. There had been two calls from Bobby and one voicemail from his father. Listening to the voicemail last, Remy figured he had to call Bobby and explain to him the twisted events of the afternoon. Bobby had been a little upset but Remy managed to sway him to another date, given the circumstances, Bobby obliged. Remy sat on the edge of his bed and sighed that Bobby had been so understanding and as they hung up, Remy was about to dial his voicemail, he stood up and moved to glance out of his bedroom window to see if Logan had come home yet.

Logan hadn't come home yet but Remy decided to go downstairs and sit on the front step with a smoke, as he waited. Quietly, he snuck down the stairs and opened the front door, checking to see if Stephanie had stirred at the creek the door made. Slipping out and pulling the door to, Remy sat down on the step and lit his first of two smokes as he stared at his darkened neighbour's house across the street. He recalled the events of the day and how frantic Stephanie had seemed to the police officers as she tried to explain to them what happened, without them thinking it was a deliberate act of revenge from an angry mutant sister.

Stephanie had composed herself like a young lady and seemed genuinely concerned for her brother but seemed to know that Matthew would be alright. It had been a rough day for all but the brave young girl had shown her mother's calm grace and didn't let her anxieties get the better of her. It was an admirable trait for a young, confident woman to have. However, though her soft overtones seemed convincing enough, Remy knew she was at her wits end and probably struggling to keep her demeanour.

By the time the second smoke was half gone, Logan's car pulled into the drive. Remy stood up and whistled over to Logan as the other man exited the vehicle. They met at the pavement, before Remy's driveway and briefed each other on the situation.

"She okay?" Logan stole a puff of Remy's cigarrette.

Remy nodded and motioned to his living room window. "She's fine. Had cold pizza an' a soda, den she lay down on de sofa for a snooze."

Logan smiled, relieved. "Well, he woke up. He's in a little pain but doin' okay. Doc's holdin' him until tomorrow, observation. Other than that, he's a little sore and thought it was funny that she could actually push him out the window." Logan didn't seem amused to know that his daughter and eldest child was the root cause of the evening from Hell. "Want me to carry her over? Or can you handle her for the night?"

Quirking a grin at the subtle joke, Remy shook his head. "Non, she be fine wit' me. She was tired an' don't really think she needs ta go back where it started, right now. I'll give her breakfast an' send her home, non?"

"Okay." Logan shrugged and thanked Remy for his help and then said good night as he was exhausted, as well.

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