Remy's new Life/Puppybaddog

Summary: Revenge is a dish best served freezing cold…hehehe

Disclaimer: Don't own don't sue

Chapter 1 New Orleans

He leaned his head against the car window as he was being driven towards the hospital for his session, Tante sat in the back with him while their driver, a fellow thief entered the parking lot. Putting the car on park he shut off the engine and looked in his rear view mirror, "We're here Remy…" he announced as he stepped out of the car to open Mattie's door for her.

Remy didn't say a word or move an inch as he continued to look outside, his knuckles brushed against the leather handle of his cane. After the abandonment in Antarctica which had happened nearly seven months ago. Remy hardly trusted anyone at the moment and took every kind act as a threat and not only did he snap at any stranger that came near him Remy was now almost completely blind from the prolong exposure to the brightness of the snow.

Mattie sighed as she walked to the other side of the car along with their chauffeur, opening the door she took a breath, "C'mon Remy I know ya don't like comin' here but it has ta be done mon ange…" Remy released a heavy sigh as he stepped out of the car, "There ya go…" Tante whispered as she grasped his left arm and led him in the hospital.

Entering the room Mattie smiled as she spotted a few patients moving about, looking to Remy's doctor whom spotted them and quickly approached, he smiled as he shook the lady's hand, "Good-mornin' Miss Mattie…Remy…well now are you ready to get those fingers moving today?" he asked.

Remy sighed, "If I tell ya ta get bent can we skip da session?" he drawled quirking a blind eye.

"Remy…" Tante warned.

"Oh it's quite alright Miss Mattie, after what this young man has been through it's expected to be a little annoyed with these sessions…" he chuckled softly.

"Still no cause ta be rude mon ange dis man is here ta help ya…" she reminded.

"Why so he can stab me in da back later on?" Remy drawled releasing an irritated breath.

The doctor smirked, "It's going to get better Remy I promise…" he assured, "Well there's no time like the present…shall we begin?" the doctor asked clapping his hands together. "This way…" he chirped.

Mattie slowly shook her head as she glanced at her Remy whom tilted his head to look at her and quirked an eye. "Patience chile…" she breathed not being able to stand the cheerful doctor as well. "Now come…da sooner ya get through dis, da sooner we can leave." She encouraged pulling on his arm a bit to get him moving.

Remy sighed as he took a step forward, then another as Tante led him to follow the doctor. Leading him to a table, she helped to take off Remy's coat and draped it against a nearby chair and placed the cane beside it she then moved him towards a chair, "You gonna be alright mon ange?" she asked watching as he sat down and waited for the physical therapist to return.

"Oui Tante I'll be fine, go get ya errands done…" he answered.

"Ya sure?" she asked.

"I'll be alright…" he whispered tilting his head up to look at the woman whom he always thought to be his mother but seeing nothing but darkness.

"Won't be long…" she promised kissing his temple and giving him a hug.

Remy nodded and gave her a small smile as she left, he then stood still for a few minutes as he heard the doctor arrive and sitting down in front of the Cajun. "Alright Remy would you please place your arms on the padded table before you…" the therapist instructed.

Remy rolled his eyes from behind his sunglasses and did as asked. The doctor carefully turned his hands to lay palm up and slowly uncurled the thief's fingers and as always immediately noticed the scars on the man's wrists.

After about an hour, the doctor smiled, "There now how does that feel?" he asked putting away the balls that Remy used to try and squeeze to get his fingers moving again.

Remy clicked his tongue on his teeth, "I got nerve damage homme, can't feel nothin'…" he reminded.

The doctor sighed a bit, "Remy you must try and think positive and try to make an effort…" he told the thief as he did at every single session.

Hearing this Remy chuckled softly, "Are we done?" he asked halting his laughter.

"Yes we are and I want you to keep with your exercises alright…I'll see you next session…" he smirked giving the thief a few good pats on his right shoulder, doing so made the Cajun glare at the man.

Leaning back and resting his hands on his lap Remy sighed as he waited for Tante to return. He closed his eyes for a moment and listened to the people in the room as they laughed, took deep breaths and joked around. Remy couldn't stand this place as he, being an empath could feel all their cheery thoughts and the small bits of pain from the patients at full force since his powers were extremely screwed up at the moment.

"Hey Remy, still look as shabby as ever I see…" he heard a woman chuckle as she wheeled her way forward.

Remy sighed as he didn't even turn his head to greet her, remembering the first time he and this wretched woman ever met which had been about four months ago. Lily had been in a car accident which had broken both her legs, the two always had scheduled sessions at the same time and always being in foul moods they immediately began to hate each other.

XxX Flashback XxX

Lily growled as she steered forward wanting so much to run over the annoying happy people surrounding her whom wanted to know how she'd gotten hurt, not that she didn't mind telling people it's just the thought of that idiot whom slammed in her that pissed her off. "Watch it…" she growled sideswiping the illustrious blind Cajun, nearly making him trip.

"What da hell is wrong wit ya, ya old bat?" Remy growled narrowing his eyes as he tried to regain his balance.

Lily quirked an eye, "Old bat…what the hell makes you think I'm an old bat you hick?" she growled in turn, "You got in my way…" she answered moving herself to face the Cajun.

"Well den it must be my fault since I didn't hear ya bitchin and screamin like a banshee…if ya hadn't noticed I be blind ya idjit…" he hissed, "Fucken bitch…" he mumbled as he pushed her away then turned and reached out for his cane.

Lily quirked an eye as she stopped her chair from backing, "Yeah right…" she growled then eyed him over, "…wait are you serious?"

Remy just stared at her for the longest time, "I ain't even gonna bother answerin' dat stupid question…" he drawled.

"Okay if you're blind, how'd you know where I was?" she asked just when an intern walked up to them.

"Would you two please lower your voices…" he demanded.

Both Remy and Lily turned to the man, "FUCK YOU…" they growled in unison.

The intern took a step back as he eyed Remy over then narrowed his eyes as he looked to Lily, "There's no reason to be yelling what are you so angry about?" he asked.

Lily quirked an eye, "What do I have to bitch about?" she growled glaring at a few people, "First off some prick drunk slams into my car while I was on my way home from work, second…I'm a dancer how long do you think it's going to take me to heal and do what I used to do with two broken legs…and third everyone thinks I need help and won't stop annoying me, 'are you alright…can I get you anything'…If I need help I'll scream out for it and I don't like people fussing over me…" she hissed at the intern then looked to her left, "And what the hell is your problem…I'm pissed I yell when I'm pissed alright…" she growled out glaring at a few passerby's.

Remy quirked an eye and sighed as he sensed Tante approach, slowly turning he felt an arm wrap around his left one and a kiss on his cheek, Tante then led the thieving Cajun out of the room asking how his session went and such, ever since then Lily had a sudden urge to get the Cajun pissed she had noticed the intern had stepped back in fear when Remy had yelled at him as well, 'Hn maybe getting him pissed will keep those damn annoying people away from me…' she thought to herself.

XxX End Flashback XxX

Ever since that day the two were always arguing and insulting each other, after a while they sort of teamed up and began to pick fights with happy go lucky therapists and irritated patients whom barked at the nurses, whenever Remy and Lily had the chance they would always insult said patients. Their number one target at the moment was the cheery doctor one Percy Adams, as the months passed Remy and Lily began to tone down a bit on the insults towards each other as well as giving the other patients a break and instead began joking around.

"Da hell do you want?" he drawled a bit irritated.

"Eh waiting for my sister and saw you sitting here so I thought I'd come annoy you…" she drawled looking at doctor cheery. "You know that guy should be shot for being too damn happy…" she grumbled, "How can you stand him?" she asked.

Remy shrugged, "If I could strangle him I would…" he sighed reaching for his cane and began moving it from hand to hand then slowly stood up.

Lily quirked an eye as she looked at him, "Where the hell are you going?" she asked.

"My ride's here…" he answered simply as he turned to Tante whom approached with a smile.

"You have got to tell me how you keep doing that…" Lily chuckled as she watched the old woman grasp Remy's coat and helped him put it on.

"It go alright?" Tante asked grasping his left arm and nodding to the woman in the wheelchair.

"It did…" Remy drawled and plastered a fake smile on his lips.

Lily quirked an eye at the gesture Remy had just made, obviously it looked as if he was only doing this to make this woman happy or stop worrying about him she sighed as she watched the woman lead the Cajun away.

XxXxX

Arriving home Remy now sat on the front porch of the LeBeau household, hearing three cars drive up to the house Remy leaned back in his seat, hearing at least a dozen people walking up the steps a few smiled and greeted the thief. Jean-Luc sighed as he told the men to wait for him inside, leaning against the banister he gave a little smile, "How ya doing petite?" he asked.

Remy tilted his head a bit to look at his father and frowned, "Bored out of my mind papa…" he sighed, "Same answer as usual…" he drawled looking forward again.

Jean-Luc frowned at Remy's tone of voice, he'd never seen his son give up so fast before, his heart had turned to stone as his love left him to die so coldly and his soul had been ripped apart at the betrayal his teammates had cast upon him. Jean-Luc sighed as he sat next to him, "You know everyt'ing will turn out alright in da end right?" he whispered.

"I'm sure it will papa…" he answered with no emotion in his voice.

Jean-Luc sighed as he wrapped an arm around his son's shoulder and gave him a hug, pulling him to lean against him he silently cursed those blasted X-men for making Remy suffer so much, now instead of his cheerful son whom always had a smile on his face the man beside him was now replaced with this broken depressed shell whom now cared for nothing. Jean-Luc slowly took a breath, "I love ya Remy…ya know dat non?" he breathed in his ear.

"Oui…" he answered.

"You safe here…" he reminded, "Will ya at least try and go on…fo me?" he whispered closing his eyes for a moment and laying a soft kiss on his temple.

Remy slowly nodded and bowed his head a bit, Jean-Luc stayed with him for a few more minutes then slowly stood and placed a kiss on top of his head, "Diner should be ready soon, don't stay out to long okay?"

"Okay…" Remy breathed looking back to the road, hearing his father release a shaky breath and enter the house, Remy sighed as he leaned back in his seat and thought for a moment.

Closing the door behind him Jean-Luc narrowed his eyes a bit as he leaned against the door remembering the day he had received a phone call and had learnt that his son was alive, that was about several months ago as he recalled that day.

XxX Flashback XxX

The call had sounded extremely urgent from the man on the other line telling the eldest LeBeau that his son was extremely ill at an outpost in Antarctica. The man whom used to be a medic had said that he and his team had found the Cajun half dead in the snow, and he seemed to be delusional, Remy kept talking in a panic whenever he had the energy and spoke out Jean-Luc's name a few times when they asked him if he had family as they tried to save and calm him, Remy kept saying that he was sorry.

Jean-Luc immediately flew to the outpost, Tom the medic greeted him as he stepped off the plane, "Are you Mr. LeBeau?" he asked.

"Oui…where is he?"

"This way…" Tom gestured for the king of thieves to follow him, entering a building he led him up a few stairs and into their makeshift infirmary which was at the moment the living room since it was the warmest place in the building, Remy was lying on his side on the sofa several blankets on top of him in trying to keep him warm. Tom stepped aside to allow Jean-Luc to enter the room.

Jean-Luc gasped as he quickly made his way to his son whom was unconscious at the moment and still shivering Jean-Luc eyed him over and with a shaky hand he placed it on Remy's cheek immediately noticing how extremely pale he was, Jean-Luc looked up, "How often does he wake up?" he asked the medic.

Tom cringed, "About every few hours, we keep him sedated he's become a bit violent…" he sighed, "You told me on the phone that you knew of his medical history right?"

"I be his père…what do you mean violent?"

"Is he suicidal?"

Jean-Luc quirked an eye, "What…non…why?"

"He cut his wrists a few times…" he whispered.

Jean-Luc was for a lack of another word shocked. "Mon dieu…" he breathed laying his hand on Remy's forehead, "What happened to ya petite?" he whispered and pulled back the blankets to look at his son's bandaged wrists, immediately noticing how much weight he had lost.

Jean-Luc suddenly narrowed his eyes as he gently lifted one of the bandaged wrists in his hands, "Befo or aftah ya found him?" he asked.

"Eh…both…" the man answered, "He kinda panicked…kept screaming that he couldn't see and that if he was going to die that it would be his way not ours…" he frowned a bit then turned towards the pilot whom was walking up to him.

"Mister LeBeau…" the pilot spoke up getting his attention, "We should be able to leave in about an hour, if that's alright?"

"C'est bien…" he breathed then looked to the medic, "Can ya give him somethin' so he'll be comfortable the entire trip back?"

The man smiled and nodded, "Yes of course…"

After flying back to New Orleans, Remy was immediately brought to a hospital and treated for his injuries and illness. Jean-Luc sighed as he watched Tante leaning over Remy's bed pulling on the blankets to make him more comfortable she gave the unconscious thief a small smile as she rubbed his arm and shoulder and placed light kisses on his cheek and temple, extremely relieved to see him alive and tried her best to comfort him. Henri stood at the foot of the bed watching as his brother tried to breathe with the help of machines his eyes narrowed at all the IV's and tubes attached to his little brother in trying to keep him alive. Jean-Luc looked to the door as the doctor waved him over, "What's da damage?" he asked in a whisper.

"He's lost a lot of weight we're filling him up with nutrients and liquids now, he definitely has nerve damage in his hands that's for sure, he'll have some trouble breathing normally because of the pneumonia and I'm afraid to say that his blindness may be permanent...although I could be wrong with his mutation I've no idea it might be temporary…"

Jean-Luc sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, "His eyes were always sensitive to da light…" he breathed and looked through the window of Remy's room, "Mon dieu…" he whispered.

The doctor took a breath, "I'm really sorry…"

Jean-Luc nodded his head, "Merci…" he whispered waving him off as he shook his head and entered the room.

Hearing someone enter Mattie turned to Jean-Luc, knowing very well that Remy was heavily sedated at the moment she allowed a few tears to roll down her cheeks. "Why?" she whispered. "Why did dis happen ta Remy?"

Jean-Luc sighed as he walked over to Remy's right and sat down reaching underneath the covers for the thief's hand Jean-Luc gently held it in his own cringing as Remy's hand was ice cold, "I got a call a few days ago aftah we arrived, by one Charles Xavier…" he sighed, "Apparently something happened dat mutants got killed…Since Remy was dere he got judged and put on trial…apparently being left ta die was his punishment…Dis Charles fella assured me dat it wasn't intended ta leave Remy out dere, when dey found out by one of dere own dat he had been left behind dey went back fo him…"

"Yeah sure of course…aftah da damage been done…" Henri seethed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Dey didn't find him…so dey stopped looking…"

"I don't believe this, he called ya ta tell ya dat?" Henri hissed.

"Non he called me ta give me his sympathies…dey still think he's dead…" Jean-Luc sighed looking up at his eldest son, "And it'll stay like dat…" he breathed running his thumb on the new scars that adorned Remy's wrist, Jean-Luc bit his bottom lip, covered Remy's hand and stood up. He then placed a kiss on Remy's forehead and left the room to get a little air, after waiting a few moments Henri stepped in the hall wanting to get a cup of coffee, he froze when he spotted his father sitting in the waiting room alone, his hands covering his eyes as they held his head up this was the first time since after his mother's passing that Henri had ever seen his father cry.

Now often fearing for the prince of thieves' life since he had tried to take it away, Jean-Luc had made sure that he was never left alone at the hospital someone was to be with him at all times, a good number of fellow thieves volunteered to sit with the wounded thief.

XxXxX

A few months had passed and Remy was now deemed well enough to be taken care of at home, he quite often ignored anyone and everyone that dare speak to him, his head was always bowed as his long hair hid his eyes although his suffering did not end at the hospital he stopped caring about anything and everything he used to hold dear in his life.

He even refused to talk to his own family for the time being, Tante sat beside him in the back of the car as they arrived home, Henri wanted to throw his brother a welcome back party but Jean-Luc was against it, Remy was at the moment extremely depressed and having that many people around fussing over him would not help since he felt a bit useless at the moment. Tante gave a small smile as she held onto his curled up hand while Jean-Luc sat beside the driver apparently deep in thought.

Jean-Luc sighed as he stepped out of the car and opened Remy's door while the driver opened Tante's, "Watch ya head Remy…" he whispered as he helped him out of the car, Remy stumbled back a few steps as he tried to regain his balance he so hated that his senses were so screwed up that he couldn't even walk in a straight line, "Ya alright?" he asked.

Remy frowned at the idiotic question but nodded his head all the same as his father led him towards the house, "Ya got three steps right in front of ya…" he heard and slowly lifted his foot and walked up the steps, entering the house Remy now felt extremely exhausted, seeing the small bead of sweat roll down his son's cheek Jean-Luc thought it wise to get him upstairs as soon as possible, "Come on let's get ya in bed…" Jean-Luc continued knowing that after Remy's whole ordeal that he still tired very easily.

A few minutes later Remy leaned against the counter of the bathroom attached to his room while his father helped him change into a pair of pajamas. Henri pulled back the covers on Remy's bed glancing towards the door he hit the pillows a few times out of frustration as he waited for them to come out, and Tante was at the moment getting the young thief's medication. After helping Remy get settled in bed, Tante gave him a smile as she sat beside him and gave him several pills watching as he swallowed them with a little water, she slowly took the now half empty glass from his balled up hands and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed.

Henri felt so angered as he watched his little brother he'd never seen him like this before he kept all that pain within and knowing how scared he had to be Henri couldn't handle it anymore and had to leave the room, Tante leaned forward and placed a kiss on Remy's forehead, "Good night Remy…" she whispered tucking him in and slowly standing up she watched him for a few moments then left the room. Jean-Luc sat down in a chair and waited until the medication took effect and his son was fast asleep then headed downstairs.

An hour had passed, and Remy jolted awake from yet another nightmare releasing a frightened yelp and sitting up, he breathed heavily a shaky hand lifted to rest at his forehead. Taking a breath to try and calm himself and feeling a bit parched Remy reached for the nightstand knowing there was a glass of water there, his hand hit the glass making it fall to the floor with a crash, frowning and releasing a tired groan Remy slowly got out of bed and kneeled down feeling around for the sharp pieces and flinching as he had accidentally cut the back of his right hand. His hand froze as those familiar images went through his head, carefully picking up a shard Remy sat down on the floor and just stared at the shard for the longest time, taking a few deep breaths Remy steeled himself, bit his bottom lip and was about to start cutting at his arms.

XxXxX

Jean-Luc was downstairs sitting at the table his coffee untouched for some time now holding his head in his hands as he was now deep in thought, Henri had returned home to his wife to try and get a good night's sleep and would return in the morning and Tante was already fast asleep in her room.

Jean-Luc sighed as he lifted his head and looked at the time it was now almost one in the morning, running his hands in his hair he growled out softly as he couldn't figure out an answer to a question plaguing his mind. He couldn't imagine the pain and fear Remy was going through at the moment, the thing was…how to help him deal with it.

Jean-Luc jolted up when he heard Remy scream out. Releasing a breath he sighed as he shook his head, "'nother damn nightmare…" he cursed wanting for one night for Remy to have a decent night's sleep. Even at the hospital he'd have those terrible nightmares and wake up fighting the nurses and doctors. Standing up Jean-Luc hurried upstairs turning on the hall light he slowly opened Remy's door, his eyes widened as Remy was about to cut himself. Jean-Luc rushed inside the room, "REMY NON…" he hissed grabbing his arms and holding them to Remy's chest and taking the glass shard out of his hand.

Remy frowned as he breathed heavily, "I can't see…I can't feel nothin'…I can't live like dis papa…" he breathed, "Just let me end it…please…"

Jean-Luc narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "Non…I raise you bettah den dat Remy…" he seethed leaning in close to his son to make sure he would listen, "No life should evah be thrown away like dat, tis a gift from da lord hi'self an you know dat…"

"Den God hates me…" Remy whispered bowing his head.

Jean-Luc closed his eyes for a moment and released Remy's arms to grasp his face and stared at the haze in his son's eyes, "God don't hate ya Remy…dis just be a challenge ya need ta overcome…ta make ya stronger…"

"I can't do dis…" he breathed.

"Yes ya can…" Jean-Luc sighed grasping his shoulders and sitting beside him holding him close, "Ya been livin on da streets since you were five…ya went through harsh training ta become a master thief at twelve, an through da years ya had several broken bones ya been shot, stabbed…" he paused for a moment, "Were tortured…and left ta die in a frozen wasteland…and you're still alive…" he breathed silently praying that Remy would listen, "Dis little obstacle be nothing you can't handle…" he whispered pulling him into a hug, "And we'll be here ta help ya get through it…ya-can-get-through-dis…" he breathed in his ear as tears brimmed his eyes. Father held his son tightly while Remy did something he hadn't done since he was seven years old…Remy cried.

Several minutes had passed and Jean-Luc could tell that Remy was now extremely exhausted, Jean-Luc helped his son to stand and lie down, waiting until he had passed out, Jean-Luc sighed as he wiped at the tears that had rolled down his own cheeks, kneeling down he picked up the glass pieces and using one of Remy's old shirts mopped up the water, throwing the wet shirt in the hamper of Remy's bathroom. Jean-Luc went downstairs put the glass in the trash, heated up his coffee and drank all of it then headed upstairs and into Remy's room, sitting in the rocking chair he sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair and watched as Remy slept.

XxXxX

Remy woke up the next morning and slowly sat up in bed, starring at nothing he lifted his knees and leaned his arms on them he then rested his forehead on his arms and took several deep breaths, the words his father had told him last night remained in his mind, "Alright ya been livin in dis house fo twelve years, ya know where everything is so get up…" he told himself. Lifting his head Remy took a deep breath and slowly pushed off the covers.

XxX End Flashback XxX

Still sitting on the porch an hour later after the thieves had left the house, Remy slowly stood up and walked to the door swiftly opening it he entered the house after a few steps he gave a small whistle. Hearing the clinking of tags on a collar as well as the sound of nails on wood, Remy tilted his head waiting until he heard a tiny whine. Giving a tiny smirk Remy slowly turned a quarter to his left and walked into the kitchen the black retriever following closely at his heels.

Mattie looked up from what she was doing to watch Remy as he made his way to the fridge he then moved a few paces to his left and lifted his hand to touch the cupboard door, opening it he reached in feeling for a bag he took out a few treats for his two year old dog Major.

Mattie remembered that day well, when the pup was brought to the LeBeau household it was the first time Remy had smiled since the incident.

XxX Flashback XxX

About two month earlier Henri had dragged Remy for a walk one day towards the park Henri immediately frowned when he spotted a limping dog slowly trying to get away from the two strangers approaching him, Remy slowly stepped forward sensing the pup's fear. The dog's fur was all muddy and matted and since the injured retriever couldn't get away from them he turned and began growling.

Henri pulled on Remy's arm to protect his brother but Remy shrugged him off and slowly approached the growling pup, kneeling down Remy slowly lifted his right hand, "REMY…" Henri yelled out seeing that the dog was about to take a bite.

"Ya don' sound so hot puppy…" Remy whispered, "Maybe you like me non?" he sighed sitting on the grass. Henri held his breath as the dog seemed to calm a bit and lied down, actually allowing the thief to scratch behind his ear. "How's he look Henri?" Remy asked.

"Not too good…" Henri sighed kneeling behind his brother watching as the dog eyed him cautiously.

"Call a vet will ya…"

"Ta have him put down?"

"Non…" Remy drawled.

Henri looked at Remy for a few minutes a tiny smirk plastered on his lips, "Alright…" Henri sighed as he took out his cell and dialed a number, after the dog stayed at the vet for a week, Remy insisted to go see him everyday. Jean-Luc chuckled as when Remy arrived in the back where they caged the animals, the black retriever immediately walked up to the gate and wagged his tail when the thief approached.

Jean-Luc looked to the vet, "No one came ta claim da pup?"

"No…I'm afraid if no one does he'll have to be put down…" the man answered.

While Remy opened the cage to let the dog out, Jean-Luc frowned as he looked to the man, "Why?"

"Because he snaps at everyone that comes near him…for some reason he's kind to this young man…"

Jean-Luc smirked, "Well no need ta look for someone no more…ya just found da pups new owner…" he chuckled softly as the dog pushed Remy back making the young thief fall flat on his behind and began licking at the thief's face.

"But sir…" the vet tried to change the man's mind. "It's not a very good idea to…"

"Look my boy always had a way wit animals if da pup ain't growlin and bitin' at him now he nevah will…sides dey kinda need each other now…" he chuckled as the dog stepped forward and sat on Remy, "Now ain't dat a sight…" Jean-Luc smirked as he slowly stepped forward, the dog noticed the movement bowed his head and began to growl at Jean-Luc.

Remy narrowed his eyes, "Non…" he told the dog whom looked at the thief then lied down eyeing Jean-Luc cautiously and stopped growling, "Good boy…" he whispered rubbing the dog's neck.

"Ya sure ya can handle 'im petite?" Jean-Luc asked.

"Yeah…he just scared…" Remy smirked.

XxX End Flashback XxX

Now back at the kitchen, Remy turned around, "Alright Major where you at?" he asked.

The dog sneezed revealing his position to the Cajun, Remy chuckled softly. "Gimme a bark…" he commanded, the moment Major did as his master asked he received a treat.

"Diner's ready Remy…" Tante spoke up with a smile as she finished setting up the table.

Remy slowly walked over to the table and sat down in his usual spot, Major settled himself beside him and laid his head on Remy's leg, Remy laid his hand on the dog's head and scratched behind the pup's ear. Remy tilted his head towards the kitchen entrance hearing Mercy enter, "My word men and there conversations ya wouldn't be able ta get dem ta move even if da house were on fire…" she drawled, "Ya have any tips Remy?" she asked with a smile.

"Give Henri a swift kick in da rear, if not drop a few ice cubes down his pants dat'll get 'im movin'…" he drawled.

"I heard dat…" Henri spoke up holding onto his giggling four year old son Olivier, "Alright alright calm down 'livier we gonna eat now alright…" he sighed sitting the boy down then made his way around the table to sit on Remy's left as he walked behind his brother he gently grasped his left shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze then sat down.

Jean-Luc entered breathing in the smell of the food as Tante and Mercy placed it on the table and began serving, Jean-Luc settled between Olivier and Remy ruffling his grandson's hair he then looked at Remy and grasped his arm, "Ya alright?" he asked.

Remy simply turned his head to him, "M'fine…" he whispered. After everyone was settled the LeBeau's bowed their heads, said grace and began to eat.

XxXxX

After diner, Henri dragged Remy for a walk outside towards the park with an excited Major trotting along wanting to play, Henri sighed as he grasped the soggy ball from the dog's mouth and threw it watching as Major skittered away to go get it, glancing over at his little brother as he just stood there staring at nothing, "How ya doin' petit frère ya alright?" he asked.

Remy growled softly, "Ya know…I be sick an tired of everyone askin' if I be alright…" he snapped turning his head towards him.

Henri looked at him and sighed, "We just worried 'bout ya Remy…" he breathed.

"What's ta be worried 'bout, my hands and lungs are fucked and I be blind…ya'll worry more den I do and it's givin' me a migraine…" he sighed.

Henri chuckled softly as he walked up to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulder and hugged him close. "We worry so much cause we nearly lost ya…" he answered.

Remy rolled his eyes, "Non ya worry so much cause I tried ta kill myself…" he corrected.

Henri sighed as he lowered his arm to wrap around Remy's right one and nudged him forward to get him walking, "Look we know why ya tried ta do it…"

"Really…" Remy drawled looking to his left.

"It's just…we nevah expected ya ta do somethin' like dat…"

Remy sighed tilting his head to the right, "Ya expect I let myself starve an freeze ta death after my powers ran out?"

"I know ya didn't have much of a choice dere but…aftah ya were rescued…"

Remy kept quiet for a few moments, "What can I tell ya Henri, I be broken and can't be fixed…" he breathed jerking his arm free and walking away.

Hearing this Henri pulled him back and held him tightly, "Ya not broken…ya just need a few screws tightened…" he retorted.

Hearing this Remy snorted and leaned back, "Yeah whatever shut-up and throw Major his ball would ya…" he chuckled looking towards the dog whom waited patiently for anyone to grasp the ball and throw it.

Henri laughed softly as he called Major over and threw the ball.

That night Remy sighed as he sat in the living room listening to the news on the television feeling himself about ready to nod off, he grumbled softly as his hand searched for the remote and turned off the tv. He then stood up and counting his steps he walked over to the stairs, giving a tiny whistle he waited until Major arrived at his side, "Come on Major time fo bed…" he whispered his left hand brushing across the wall in order to guide him up the steps to his room, heading for the dresser he pulled open the drawer and felt inside for a change of clothes after changing he made his way to the bed, getting settled in he sighed, "Get up here …" he whispered patting the covers a few times and felt the bed shift as Major settled at the foot of the bed. Remy leaned back and stared at the ceiling for a moment then closed his eyes.

XxXxX

A few hours later Jean-Luc jolted in bed when he heard a sharp bark and growling, looking to the door he frowned as it became louder, quickly getting up he made his way into the hall and hurried over to Remy's room. Opening the door he gasped as yet again Remy was thrashing in bed apparently having another nightmare, breathing heavily he was now covered in sweat, Major had long since jumped off the bed sensing his master's fear and anger and not liking it one bit he had begun to growl to try and scare off whatever had his master so upset.

Jean-Luc quickly made his way to the bed in trying to shake his son awake, "Remy…Remy wake up…"

"Mon dieu….non…" Remy whimpered as he tried desperately to fight his father off him.

Jean-Luc grasped his arms and held them at the thief's chest and shook him again, "REMY…" Remy jolted awake and looked around, seeing only darkness he began to panic, "It's alright…" he heard, but since he was still stuck in freak-out mode Remy didn't recognize his father's voice and immediately thought it was one of the x-men coming to finish the job.

"Non…I didn't…" he continued to fight off.

"REMY…IT'S ME, IT'S YA PERE…It's Jean-Luc…" he assured breathing in his ear, Remy trembled slightly as he began to calm at the sound of his father's voice.

"Papa?" he whispered breathing heavily and looking around suddenly gasping for breath and began coughing.

Jean-Luc quickly sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around his son tightly, "Ya home safe an sound…" he spoke calmly patting his back in order to help him breathe.

Any recent knowledge and memories had apparently been blocked as Remy tried to look around, "I can't see…" he gasped still trembling. "Why can't I see?"

"I know ya can't…It's cause of da snow remember…it was too bright fo ya…calm down okay…ya alright, ya safe…" he repeated in his son's ear.

Several minutes later Remy was still lying in bed as visions of what he went through now plagued his mind, his father sat beside him an untangled the blankets a bit then wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "Can ya get ya shields up?" Jean-Luc asked. Remy took slow deep breaths as he nodded and concentrated, the moment Remy had control over his emotions Major stopped growling and jumped on the bed settling beside his master, Jean-Luc gave a small smile, "Now dat's da first…tink ya scared Major dere…da fierce mutt dat he is…" Hearing this Remy gave a small, miniscule, tiny, little chuckle, "You okay?" father asked his son in a hushed whisper.

Remy closed his eyes and slowly shook his head no as he growled softly, "You'd tink after dey put me through all dat they'd leave me alone already…" he choked grasping his head and biting his lower lip in aggravation he jerked his head back hitting it against the headboard of the bed a few times.

Jean-Luc closed his eyes for a moment giving a silent prayer, "Ey none of dat…ya don't need a headache…Come on turn on ya side…get comfortable…" he whispered.

"I highly doubt I can get any sleep…" Remy frowned as he turned on his left side and pulled on the blankets, while his father tucked him in.

"Just try…" he heard and felt the bed shift as his father settled beside him, "Come 'ere Major…" Jean-Luc patted on the bed Major stretched and plopped down in front of the wounded thief releasing a breath the pup looked around and closed its eyes, Jean-Luc smirked "Concentrate on da pup…he always got happy thoughts non?"

"Yeah sure when ya rub his belly and give 'im a treat…" Remy groaned in annoyance but did as asked wanting desperately to get rid of the images plaguing his head at the moment. He could still hear the screaming and see the blood staining the sewer walls, then he shivered a bit at the biting cold and bright light. Before he knew it twenty minutes had passed and Remy had fallen in a dreamless slumber.

Jean-Luc watched as he slept, closing his eyes for a moment he cursed the x-men then leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his son's forehead, "Sweet dreams petite…" he breathed and after making sure he was indeed asleep he got off of the bed, leaving his as well as Remy's door open, Jean-Luc returned to his room to get a few hours sleep.

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