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An old red pickup truck pulled into the driveway of the Xavier Institute. There were three people in the truck. In the driver's seat sat a man with shaggy long brown hair that reached to his shoulders. He was wearing a long brown trench coat over a pair of faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Next to him sat a young teenage boy with a shaggy brown hair similar to his except for the white streak running through the boy's bangs. Also, like the man, the boy had the unique eye coloring of red on black eyes. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt, too. In the back seat sat the third passenger, a little girl in a booster seat. Like the boy, her hair was brown with a white streak through the bangs. She had brown eyes and was wearing a green sun dress.

Parking, the driver sighed, "Come on, get out."

"But, Dad..." the boy began to argue.

"No, butts, Olivier. Get out, now," the man cut in, "I have to go."

"But..." Olivier said trying to get his point out again.

The man gave him a stern look and then opened his door and got out, "Do not argue with me. There will be no further discussion on this issue."

Olivier sighed and put on a backpack that was sitting at his feet. He opened his door, getting out of the truck. The man opened the back seat's door and picked up the little girl from her booster seat. Carrying her in his arms with the boy behind him, he walked towards the mansion, "Come on, Olivier."

Once on the porch, the man sighed and knocked on the door. There was a stir from behind it and it opened to a red headed woman.

"Remy," the woman said. There was a hint of pity in her voice, "how have you been?"

Remy sighed, "How do you think I've been?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't..." the woman began.

Remy shook his head, "It's fine, Jean. Just...here's the kids like we discussed."

"Are you sure?" Jean asked, "When you called, I figured..."

"I'm sure," he cut in, handing the little girl in his arms to her.

"Is there anything I need to know about them?" Jean asked, "Allergies? Powers? Names?"

Remy shrugged, "The boy's Olivier. The baby's Bekka."

"Any powers?"

Remy shook his head, "No."

Jean looked at Olivier and Bekka, then back at Remy with sorry eyes, "Are you sure you want to do this, Remy?"

Remy nodded and turned around, heading back towards his truck, "I'm positive." He got back into his truck and drove away while Jean watched. Olivier couldn't watch, and just stared away, angrily.

Bekka beginning to squirm in Jean's arms called out as she reached her hand towards her father's departing car, "Daddy!"

Jean patted her back trying to comfort her, "It's okay, Bekka. It's okay." She looked down at Olivier, "You ready to come in?"

Olivier looked up at her blankly and shrugged, "Whatever. It's not like I matter or anything."

"Don't say that," Jean insisted, "That's not true."

"It isn't?" Olivier asked sarcastically, "then, why did my Dad just drop me off at some weird institution with people I've never met and leave me here? He must really love me to want to dump me. Now that I'm here, he's rid of me forever."

"That's not true," Jean replied. She shifted Bekka to her hip and put her other hand on Olivier's shoulder, "Olivier, no matter how much it seems like he doesn't, I know your dad loves you. He's just trying to do what he thinks is the best thing for you and your sister. It's out of love that he's leaving you here."

Olivier rolled his eyes, "I don't know what utopia world your living in where everyone loves everyone and is cheery all the time, but this isn't it. My world is the real one where ever since the day that my mom died, my dad can't stand to look at me. He doesn't love me. Trust me."

Jean went to say something else, but stopped. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to that. She had heard about what was happening with Remy and his kids, but hadn't realized how bad it had gotten. She hadn't heard from them since the funeral, but when Remy called up a couple of days ago and said that he was coming up to Bayville to bring the kids to the Xavier Institute to stay indefinitely, she had figured that it was worse than anyone could ever have imagined. She wasn't sure how to comfort the kids. It put her in a tight spot.

"Let's just go in, okay," Jean said and she walked inside. Olivier stayed on the porch for a moment, looking at the now empty driveway before sighing and walking in behind her.