Remy leaned against an AC unit on the roof, enjoying one of his contraband 'cancer sticks' as Ororo would call them. She had implored him to quit for their family's sake, also because smoking was a bad influence on the students, and he had largely complied. But being around 'Logan the smokestack' put a real strain on his resolve, hence the occasional trip to the roof. At least he was down to a few smokes a month.

While contemplating how to get the smell from his clothes, Remy heard a small commotion coming from the other part of the roof. So, someone found his hiding spot. Well, he had been coming up here for the last twenty five years, someone was bound to take it over sooner or later.

Remy didn't mean to pry, but his years as a thief made eavesdropping second nature. And from the sound of it, it was a pair of kids fooling around. "Heh, Remy not one to interrupt l'amour," he mumbled to himself, and turned to leave.

"Mmm, ma petite fleur..."

Remy stopped dead in his turn. Only one other person in the mansion spoke French like that- his sneaky, suave, chip off the old block teenage son. And as impressed as the Cajun was with the boy's exploits, Ororo would kill both of them if she found out he knew about this and didn't do anything to stop it.

The nervous father poked his head around the corner, ready to discreetly break up the fun, when he blanched. "Etienne David LeBeau!"

Etienne jumped about a foot in the air, the same time his lady companion shrieked and moved to cover her bare chest. Etienne snapped his red on black eyes to the source of the disruption and groaned, finding a matching pair of eyes scowling back at him. "Papa..."

"Qu'est-ce que vous foutez?! You tryin' ta get yo' père killed?" Remy pulled at his hair, now peppered with strands of silver. His eyes moved from his son, who wasn't in any hurry to button up his shirt, to the girl scrambling to get her top back on. "Mon Dieu, dis mean de end fo' Remy. Kanani Jean Howlett, yo' papa gonna kill him!"

Of all the girls for his son to be caught fooling around with, it just had to be Logan's youngest daughter. Suddenly being electrocuted by Ororo for smoking wasn't looking so bad after all.

"What's the big deal, Papa?" Etienne shrugged, lazily buttoning enough to make himself decent. "It's not like I was forcing her. And besides, you and Logan are, like, bromates."

"Bromate? What is dis 'bromate'? It sounds like somethin unhealthy." Remy furrowed his brow, making Kanani giggle. He refused to admit he was getting too old to understand teenage lingo. "De two of you, get downstairs NOW, before your mothers find out what been going on. Kanani, you not even sixteen yet!"

"Papa, leave her alone," Etienne grumbled, a hint of protective anger showing on his face. "You know you were about the same age when you started, and Mama was even younger."

That brought a scowl to Remy's face, though it was more out of possessiveness for his wife than anything else. He shook it off, and gave the teens a smile. "Aw, mes petits, you know Remy not angry wit de two of you. But dere t'ree others who gonna react pretty sharply t'dis when dey find out. Four now dat I tink bout it, ton frère an' his sharp black claws..."

"Aren't you guys always telling us not to care about how others react?" Kanani spoke up, interrupting Remy's shiver and looking up at him with her big green eyes. And that's when he realized that she was right. Logan would be pissed, but it wasn't his place to interfere.

"You got your mama's smarts along wit' her looks, chere, and dis Cajun lucky you tink his knucklehead is worthy of attention." Remy grabbed Etienne, and for emphasis, noogied his golden brown hair.

"Ah, je me rends, I surrender! Stop or I'll tell Mama you were smoking again!"

Remy let go in an instant. "Non! She said next time, she gon' tell Nadhari. Dat happens, you gon' hafta explain why New York under a foot o' rainfall cause de cryin' ten year old got Mama's gifts but don' know how ta disconnect 'em from her feelings yet. Don'. Tell. Mama!"

Down in the access stairwell, Logan and his son Akira listened to the entire conversation, grins on both their faces.

"Should we tell them we already knew about Nani?"

"Naw, let Gumbo sweat it out. This is much better payback for that damn hockey tree."

"...What hockey tree?"

A/N: Ha, didn't expect that brick joke, did ya? ;)

I thought of this little epilogue because I liked the idea of Remy having a kid that turned out to be exactly like him, then I thought "what if they caught Etienne fooling around with one of Logan's daughters?" :D Originally I was going to have Logan flip shit about it, but then I realized he would smell the boy all over her the minute they started hooking up. Plus I'm sure he's a lot cooler with his daughter picking Gumbo and Ro's boy than some of the alternatives. Especially anyone with the last name of Summers. XD

Kanani got her name from one of my dolls, and looks just like her mother. Akira is pretty much my homage to Daken, black claws and all. I think his character design is awesome, but since the circumstances that led to Daken's birth didn't happen in this story, I snuck him in via Akira. Remy's daughter Nadhari only got a mention, but she inherited her mother's priestess features.

(ma petite fleur = my little flower; Qu'est-ce que vous foutez?! = What are you doing?!; ton frère = your brother; je me rends = I surrender)