X-Men (616): Remy LeBeau. 035. Sixth Sense/028. Children/001. Beginnings
These fics complete the cycle started here.
Title: The Tunnels
Fandom: X-Men: Remy LeBeau
Characters: Remy LeBeau; The Marauders, especially Sabertooth and Scalphunter
Prompt: Sixth Sense
Word Count: 424
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Author's Notes: Part Five of Seven
Jean-Luc had always said that his younger son had a sixth sense. One that warned him about trouble. It was useful for a thief. At least, it was when he listened to it.
He didn't even NEED that sixth sense to know that there was going to be trouble as he led Essex's hand-picked mercenaries into the tunnels beneath New York. It didn't make any sense to him. Essex had told him that they were going down to gather samples from those whose mutations made it impossible to live among the so-called 'normal' society. He said that he could use those samples to do something similar to what he had done to the young Cajun, so that they wouldn't have to fear.
All Remy knew was that nobody in their right mind sent Victor Creed on a diplomatic mission. If it had been anyone but Grey Crow leading the group, he would have told Essex where to stick this last job.
Remy had a sixth sense for trouble. It didn't work very well when he ignored it in favor of a man who he figured he literally owed his life to.
It wasn't until Grey Crow gave the order to attack that he realized his mistake. That he had been trying to tell himself something, but had wanted to trust Essex. Had wanted to trust Grey Crow. Both men had done him good turns. For all that he had seen, he did not expect them to turn on those who couldn't protect themselves. He had forgotten that those were always the first people to fall.
He attacked those he had brought here, hoping to stop them. To undo what he had wrought, or at least divert attention. Sabertooth let Remy know what he thought of the diversion with five parallel slashes across his stomach, the young man's blood mingling with those whose lives he cost. He couldn't even save himself as that vague sixth sense let him feel every death around him.
The only reason he lived was a child. A small girl whose fear made him look up. Made him grab her up and run, though each step was agony.
He didn't remember making it out of the tunnels. He didn't remember falling to the pavement and urging the girl to run. He didn't remember when his mind let go. He didn't remember the moment his mind let go, allowing him to drift peacefully.
But he would always remember the screams and pain and the weight of a fearful girl in his arms.
Title: Enter Storm
Fandom: X-Men: Remy LeBeau
Characters: Remy LeBeau, Ororo Monroe
Prompt: Children
Word Count: 267
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Part Six of Seven
The girl was going to be nothing but trouble.
That sense of his was poking at him when he looked at her. Remy had already seen the dangers in ignoring it. There was no way that he could just take the girl in. Even if she didn't have anywhere else to go. She was a thief and a mutant, just like himself. She'd be able to take care of herself.
He kept trying to tell himself that as he stood in the doorway of the motel bathroom, light spilling out onto the face of the girl-child who lay in one of the beds. He didn't know what that 'Shadow King' fellow had wanted with her, but too much had happened in his life to just allow him to walk away.
The girl had needed him today. She would need somebody tomorrow. There was no Fagan for her to fall back to and she didn't have an adoptive parent to take her in and make her part of his family. She didn't have anybody but old Remy LeBeau, not long out of the hospital and needing to make amends.
"You wanna make amends, connard?" he asked himself softly, rubbing his hand over his face. "Ain't no better place to start dan wit' dis girl."
He turned off the light and made his way to he other bed, sitting on the edge and watching her for a moment. Then he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, making a promise to himself that nobody would harm Storm while he was there to watch over her.
Title: A New Beginning
Fandom: X-Men: Remy LeBeau
Characters: Remy LeBeau, Ororo Monroe
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 368
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Part Seven of Seven. As I am doing NaNoWriMo, the chances are that these fics will be even more sporadic through November. But there will likely be a few, as the muse has the tendency to strike whenever the heck he feels like it.
Remy had been right about one thing. Nothing but trouble.
He watched Storm from afar, leaning against a tree while she stared at the rubble of what, apparently, had been her home. It must have been an impressive building when it was in one piece. Just the foundations reminded him of the old homes in New Orleans. Stately. It had likely been a beauty.
When Storm had told him that Mr. Sinister had destroyed it, he knew that he couldn't just walk away. What had happened in Genosha only cemented things. He had made a difference there. He didn't know if it was something that nobody else could do, but he had been able to at least do something.
Storm didn't need him now. He still wasn't clear on all the details, but she wasn't a little girl any more. She never really had been. And now that she was an adult, she didn't need him to protect her anymore.
In the end, though, it kept coming back around to the same thing. Remy had gone to Essex to keep from harming people. Maybe he hadn't been thinking about saving the world, but the chance had fallen into his lap.
It meant hiding what he was, of course. They wouldn't be able to accept what had happened in those tunnels. There would be enough trouble in getting them to accept a thief among their ranks. However, it was a chance to help people. To do the sorts of things that he had in mind when he had led the Marauders in to the Morlock Tunnels. Remy couldn't go back and undo what had happened, but he could try to make certain it never happened again. It would be easier here, with Storm's friends.
He snorted at himself and shook his head, pushing away from the tree. If they would have him, then here was where he would stay. It was about time he settled in somewhere for a while. And the X-Men seemed like as good a place to begin as any.
With that decision made, he pushed away from the tree and walked over to Storm. He only hoped that she would be happy to hear it.
Title: The Tunnels
Fandom: X-Men: Remy LeBeau
Characters: Remy LeBeau; The Marauders, especially Sabertooth and Scalphunter
Prompt: Sixth Sense
Word Count: 424
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Author's Notes: Part Five of Seven
Jean-Luc had always said that his younger son had a sixth sense. One that warned him about trouble. It was useful for a thief. At least, it was when he listened to it.
He didn't even NEED that sixth sense to know that there was going to be trouble as he led Essex's hand-picked mercenaries into the tunnels beneath New York. It didn't make any sense to him. Essex had told him that they were going down to gather samples from those whose mutations made it impossible to live among the so-called 'normal' society. He said that he could use those samples to do something similar to what he had done to the young Cajun, so that they wouldn't have to fear.
All Remy knew was that nobody in their right mind sent Victor Creed on a diplomatic mission. If it had been anyone but Grey Crow leading the group, he would have told Essex where to stick this last job.
Remy had a sixth sense for trouble. It didn't work very well when he ignored it in favor of a man who he figured he literally owed his life to.
It wasn't until Grey Crow gave the order to attack that he realized his mistake. That he had been trying to tell himself something, but had wanted to trust Essex. Had wanted to trust Grey Crow. Both men had done him good turns. For all that he had seen, he did not expect them to turn on those who couldn't protect themselves. He had forgotten that those were always the first people to fall.
He attacked those he had brought here, hoping to stop them. To undo what he had wrought, or at least divert attention. Sabertooth let Remy know what he thought of the diversion with five parallel slashes across his stomach, the young man's blood mingling with those whose lives he cost. He couldn't even save himself as that vague sixth sense let him feel every death around him.
The only reason he lived was a child. A small girl whose fear made him look up. Made him grab her up and run, though each step was agony.
He didn't remember making it out of the tunnels. He didn't remember falling to the pavement and urging the girl to run. He didn't remember when his mind let go. He didn't remember the moment his mind let go, allowing him to drift peacefully.
But he would always remember the screams and pain and the weight of a fearful girl in his arms.
Title: Enter Storm
Fandom: X-Men: Remy LeBeau
Characters: Remy LeBeau, Ororo Monroe
Prompt: Children
Word Count: 267
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Part Six of Seven
The girl was going to be nothing but trouble.
That sense of his was poking at him when he looked at her. Remy had already seen the dangers in ignoring it. There was no way that he could just take the girl in. Even if she didn't have anywhere else to go. She was a thief and a mutant, just like himself. She'd be able to take care of herself.
He kept trying to tell himself that as he stood in the doorway of the motel bathroom, light spilling out onto the face of the girl-child who lay in one of the beds. He didn't know what that 'Shadow King' fellow had wanted with her, but too much had happened in his life to just allow him to walk away.
The girl had needed him today. She would need somebody tomorrow. There was no Fagan for her to fall back to and she didn't have an adoptive parent to take her in and make her part of his family. She didn't have anybody but old Remy LeBeau, not long out of the hospital and needing to make amends.
"You wanna make amends, connard?" he asked himself softly, rubbing his hand over his face. "Ain't no better place to start dan wit' dis girl."
He turned off the light and made his way to he other bed, sitting on the edge and watching her for a moment. Then he reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, making a promise to himself that nobody would harm Storm while he was there to watch over her.
Title: A New Beginning
Fandom: X-Men: Remy LeBeau
Characters: Remy LeBeau, Ororo Monroe
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 368
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Part Seven of Seven. As I am doing NaNoWriMo, the chances are that these fics will be even more sporadic through November. But there will likely be a few, as the muse has the tendency to strike whenever the heck he feels like it.
Remy had been right about one thing. Nothing but trouble.
He watched Storm from afar, leaning against a tree while she stared at the rubble of what, apparently, had been her home. It must have been an impressive building when it was in one piece. Just the foundations reminded him of the old homes in New Orleans. Stately. It had likely been a beauty.
When Storm had told him that Mr. Sinister had destroyed it, he knew that he couldn't just walk away. What had happened in Genosha only cemented things. He had made a difference there. He didn't know if it was something that nobody else could do, but he had been able to at least do something.
Storm didn't need him now. He still wasn't clear on all the details, but she wasn't a little girl any more. She never really had been. And now that she was an adult, she didn't need him to protect her anymore.
In the end, though, it kept coming back around to the same thing. Remy had gone to Essex to keep from harming people. Maybe he hadn't been thinking about saving the world, but the chance had fallen into his lap.
It meant hiding what he was, of course. They wouldn't be able to accept what had happened in those tunnels. There would be enough trouble in getting them to accept a thief among their ranks. However, it was a chance to help people. To do the sorts of things that he had in mind when he had led the Marauders in to the Morlock Tunnels. Remy couldn't go back and undo what had happened, but he could try to make certain it never happened again. It would be easier here, with Storm's friends.
He snorted at himself and shook his head, pushing away from the tree. If they would have him, then here was where he would stay. It was about time he settled in somewhere for a while. And the X-Men seemed like as good a place to begin as any.
With that decision made, he pushed away from the tree and walked over to Storm. He only hoped that she would be happy to hear it.