Disclaimer: Gambit and the X-Men are copyright and property of Marvel Comics. I am making no money from this. Besides getting money out of me would be like getting blood out of turnip, it isn't gonna happen so don't even try to sue me. Stevie and any other characters you don't recognize and the plot in this story are owned by Tammy Zuleger. Anyone wishing to use them must get permission from me first.

Here's Stevie
Part Two
Tammy


Stevie woke with a start when she heard voices shouting in the hall. She looked at her watch, it was 11:30 p.m.. She’d been asleep for an hour and a half in the chair. Storm must really be tired, she sighed and stretched.

There was a commotion right outside the door. She could hear Scott arguing with another man. The other man had a French accent. From what she could understand the other man wanted to be let in to see Remy.

Then Jean was in her mind informing her of what was happening on the other side of the door. Apparently Remy’s father, brother, and a cousin had shown up an hour earlier and demanded to see him. The problem was Scott. He didn’t want them to see Gambit or even be in the mansion. It had something to do with their being professional thieves or something.

Stevie sighed after Jean left her mind. She’d never get used to having the redhead in her mind. It was totally different from Fang or Barrin or Archie and Stevie didn’t like it. Knowing that the ruckus taking place outside wasn’t doing the patient any good, she decided to end it.

The young woman got up, walked to the door and opened it.

“Close that door,” Cyclops ordered her.

“Bite me Scott,” she frowned. Then turning to the three men she didn’t recognize asked, “Are you Gambit’s family?”

“Oui,” answered the man with graying hair.

“He’s in here,” she said stepping aside to let them in.

Just as Scott was about to follow, she stepped in front of him and blocked his way into the room. “In my office now,” the leader of the X-Men frowned and walked toward the stairs.

“Ya did right,” Logan said as she went past him.

*****

“How could you just open the door like that?” Scott asked after the door was closed behind them.

“How could you keep his family from him?” she retorted.

“That has nothing to do with this,” he said dodging the subject. “Just answer my question.”

“O.K. I put my hand around the knob, turned it, and then pulled. Do you want me to give you a visual demonstration also?” she asked sarcastically.

“I know how to open a door. Why did you open the door?”

“Scott, I opened the door because they’re his family,” she replied coolly.

“How do you know? You’ve never met Gambit’s family or even knew he had one until now. You had no right to open that door and possibly place him in danger,” Scott scolded.

“What kind of danger could his family pose?”

“We know nothing about them. They could turn us over to Magneto or Sinister,” he replied.

“Oh come on, you’re being paranoid. Besides didn’t you welcome the worst mutant terrorist on the planet in here with open arms. Wasn’t Magneto the Headmaster here at one time?”

“That has nothing to do with your disobeying an order I gave you,” Scott said.

“And I’m not one of your little soldiers you can order around.”

“You’re here because . . . “

“I’m here because Charles Xavier talked to a friend of mine and asked me to come here. I’m here on no one’s grace but my own.”

“If you’re going to be a member of this team, you’re going to have to change your attitude,” Scott frowned.

“And who says I want to be a member of this team?”

“After what you did tonight, your chances are pretty slim in my opinion.”

“Why? Because I let Gambit’s family see him? Scott, the man’s in a coma and he may never wake up. I think his family has a right to spend some time with him.”

“That is not the point. Remy’s relatives are a security risk, they shouldn’t even be on the grounds.”

“Wrong Scott, that is exactly the point. How would you feel if someone kept you from seeing a member of your family that could possibly be dying, a child or your own wife.”

“Don’t bring my family into this.”

“Well, I’d be pissed as hell and ready to roll over anyone in my way. Now what I want to know is what kind of place is this? Is this the kind of place that keeps parents from children, brother from brother? ‘Cause if it is, then I don’t want any part of it and I’ll leave as soon as morning comes,” she said and waited for Scott.

“It is most certainly not that kind of place,” she heard Professor Xavier say behind her.