"The Legacy of Lebeau"
By: Luna Mae
Published On: 13 August 2007
Disclaimer: sigh…I shouldn't be doing this, but here I go. I don't X-Men, but I call claim on 90 percent of their offspring.
Chapter One
"Morgan Lebeau"


Years have passed since the mutant known as Apocalypse. Mutants and humans have come to a peaceful, if somewhat delicate, balance in life and daily routines continue with special precautions that may not have existed in the past.

Amendments had been made in the Constitution, complications resolved, and mutants and humans reserved the rights to their selected privacy. A reasonable amount of conflict exists, but no one could have expected a better outcome within the nearly thirty years that followed the days when worry existed over the morrow.

Racism towards mutants was dying out much like most prejudices had over the years and the Registration Act never passed.

Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters had been turned into an open house, no longer working in secrecy. Mutants were free to come and go wherever or whenever the pleased. They could board there and train while going to High School or they could just sign up for a couple of sessions to control their powers.

Just below its main level, the Xavier Institute was also the main base for scientific research concerning genetic mutations. With Dr. Hank McCoy still leading the way into the second and third generations of human evolutionary mutations, a new doorway of science had been opened.

Since second and third generations of mutants were still uncommon, science as a whole believed it to be possible for their parent's powers to influence their children's.

Some had theories that mutant powers were just a genetic fluke and it would eventually die out leaving the world normal and fully human once again. Others thought it to become a regular trait just like having brown hair or blue eyes in the family, some more powerful and some barely noticeable.

Mutant children go to school, grow up, and are living their lives with the legend of their parents in the history books and in the constant background; their future looking slightly brighter and more peaceful than it was for the previous generations.


"So I told Teresa that she could tell Brad—"

"…but if y equals mx plus b how can I figure out the problem without any numbers…?"

"Mom, I need my allowance to buy lunch,"

"Don't touch mah waffles, Cajun,"

"Morgan kicked me!"

"Be nice t' your brother,"

"Mom, I need money for lunch today,"

"Quit lying, you little turd—no, not you, Angie,"

"Jack, don' lie. Morgan don' talk on th' phone at th' table."

"Does anyone care that they're letting their daughter starve?"

"Money's on the fridge, Lizzy,"

"Would you stop calling me that? My name's Elizabeth. You think you could remember considering you named me after all,"

"Can someone explain the concept of slope to me in Laymen's terms?"

"Ask your mother,"


"Ask your father,"

"I know! And did you see that skirt she was wearing?"

Remy Lebeau's foot was bobbing on the floor; his fingers were tapping the tabletop and on the far side of the table sat his wife, clutching her mug like a lifesaver. It looked like she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. Remy resisted the urge to get up and poke her to see if she really was awake.

God, he really hated Mondays.

His wife's eyes peaked opened just enough to glance at the clock on the stove before they were firmly shut once again, "Bus," she said simply, not raising her voice in the slightest.

The table went quiet before…

"Mom! Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"CRAP! Angie, I gotta go! See mom? This is why I need a car!"

"But I don't wanna take the test today!"

There was a stampede of feet as the three Lebeau teenagers ran through the kitchen and out the door.

Peaceful silence.

"Mm," said Rogue into her Monday morning coffee, breathing deeply, "The mornin' rush is over,"

"Dieu merci," said her husband who was nearly passed out on the table.


"Hey! Just because I don't have powers doesn't mean you can push me around like—!"

"Quit blocking the doorway, turd," Morgan pushed her younger brother into the house. Just because her parents couldn't see him faces at her in the car doesn't mean that it didn't merit him a name-calling or two.

"Morgan, don't call your brother names," said her mother tiredly from behind.

"Yeah, Morgan, don't call me names!" he reiterated, sticking out his tongue.


"Morgan, do not attack—Jack! Quit hidin' behind your mother! Face 'er like un homme!" his father egged on his son desperately.

His wife swatted him on the shoulder, "Don't encourage them!"

"M' not encouragin' 'em!" he said defensively.

"Yes yah are! Just lahke you always encourage your son"

"B'cause he's mon fils!" said Remy as if it would clarify everything for his wife.

Their children had long since rolled their eyes and wandered upstairs to their own rooms with Jack leading, Liz in the middle, and Morgan following behind.

"I don't know how many times they can have the same argument in the span of fifteen years," Liz grumbled as her sister stormed next to her down the hall, both tired of their father favouring Jack's word over their own.

"Depends on how much more Jack can play up the innocent know-nothing one and only beloved son of our ignorant father," Morgan answered in distaste.

Liz grunted and the siblings parted ways to their own bedrooms with mirroring door slams.

Morgan's room was painted cerulean with white drapes and curtains and a warm-coloured wooden floor. The posters on her walls were surprisingly few in numbers and very little littered the ground other than clothing that had been thrown from their resting places that morning when she rushed to find an outfit. Her bed was hardly ever kept and flanked by two windows on either side.

A desk was in the corner though it was rarely used because Morgan preferred to sit on her bed to do her homework so it had become more of a shelf in recent years.

It was larger than her room down south, but Morgan found that this one held a bit more of a charm and regretted that she would have to leave it in the coming months for college.

There was a knock at her door.

"It's open,"

Her sister slid into the room, "I forgot, you left half your textbooks in my locker today," she said in a light accusatory tone as she pulled out several books from behind the door, "Everything all right with you?"

Morgan looked at her sister, her complete opposite in every possible way, and said, "Thanks,"

Elizabeth nodded but didn't move from the doorway or make any notion to just leave the books.

"I was just out of it this afternoon." Morgan defended with a shrug under her glare. She stepped across the room to take the books from her sister. With obvious reluctance, Liz let her take them.

"You know," she said carefully, slipping her hands into her pockets, "I'm just across the hall if you want to talk, About Jack, mom and dad, or whatever."

Morgan looked up to Liz in many ways other than their obvious difference in height. Her own sea-green eyes met unveiled red-on-ebony and with great hesitancy, Morgan reached down into herself to pull out her mutant powers. She exhaled and let her empathy run across the room.

She sensed her sister's apprehension in a foreign environment like her very own sister's room and the feeling made her surprisingly upset. They had been so close when they were younger by tormenting the neighbours, banning against their father…stuffing Jack in the dryer…

"I'm sorry," Morgan said as Lizzy made a move to leave once the silence had become an evident answer.

"For what?" she asked suspiciously.

"For just…I—nothing, never mind," she shook the mad thoughts out of her head.

Her sister continued to look doubtful, "Alright then," she said finally with a strange look on her face and looked at Morgan warily, "Are you sure you're…okay?"

Morgan nodded, "Yeah, yeah,"

"Alright…" slowly and unsurely, Lizzy exited the room



Said person had been sleeping in her bed, like most normal and sane people do at six in the morning. Yelping loudly, Morgan fell out of bed, a sheet tangled over her head, "W-what?"

She could hear footsteps pounding against to the floor just before the door was thrown open.

"ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH NATHAN SUMMERS?" shouted the first voice.

"Remy Lebeau!" yelled the second.

"D-DAD?" she yanked the sheet off her head. "It's barely six! I should be asleep—"

"ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH NATHAN SUMMERS?" he demanded again. His black and red eyes were burning and he looked (and she could feel) near hysterical.

"WHAT?" she roared, face flaming as the question at hand finally registered.

"Remy Lebeau," her mom growled again, stepping into the room between her father and herself, "Stop—hounding—our—daughter."

More footsteps were heard and Morgan sensed that it was Elizabeth, with Jack not at all too far behind, running down the house's hallway, worry and anticipation following them like a waving banner.

"W-what's going on?" Liz gasped once at the door.

"Is Morgan dead?" asked Jack curiously, craning over her shoulder.

"No I'm not dead!" she objected immediately, "What is going on?" she demanded to know.

"Your father," spat her mother as though she were not happy at the moment with him being so, "is just being stupid,"

"Am not! I'm bein' a concerned parent!"

A tired silence hung in the room.

"I'm going back to bed," said Liz flatly, already bored of the conversation topic.

"Ditto," followed Jack.

"You too, Mr. Lebeau," said his wife, pulling him by his nightshirt and forcing him out of the room. She looked back at her daughter, "Sorry, Morgan," she apologised, "You can sleep for another fifteen minutes, but Ah suggest you start getting' ready soon," she shut the door quietly.

Morgan silently crawled back into her nest of sheets and begged her heart to stop beating so violently and pleaded with the intruding emotions shrouding her room that she strived to make as quiet and peaceful as possible to disappear.


Stumbling down the stairs nearly thirty minutes later, Morgan was surprised to see everyone already at the breakfast table, dressed and ready to go.

"'Mornin', dear," said her mother.


"Morgan," she went on, "Ah think what your father was tryin' to say earlier is that…we need to talk,"

Morgan froze.

"Are you in love with—?"

"Damn it, Remy!"

"Désole, désole…"

Her mother sighed, "Ah think your father would prefer it if you took things slow with Nathan since we've known his…family…for a while,"

Morgan couldn't be sure, but she could've sworn that her father coughed something that sounded suspiciously like "one-eye".

She sniffed, "I can handle it,"

Rogue nodded, "But Ah don' think your father's mental health can," He sputtered in indigence but she carried on, "For example. Me and your dad dated for almost seven years before we even thought about gettin' engaged,"

"Engaged? Mom, I'm not even eighteen—wait, you dated for seven years?" Morgan's jaw dropped. It wasn't uncommon knowledge that she usually only held onto a boyfriend for a couple of weeks at most. "Jeez, I thought dad was totally afraid of commitment,"

"It was more of an on-and-off relationship than long-term," Rogue suddenly frowned, looking thoughtful; "You mean your father's never told you about how he nearly ran out on me on our wedding day?"

He sputtered, "Remy was gettin' some air!"

Morgan groaned, "Ugh, dad, could you stop with the whole third person thing? It's embarrassing,"

"Have you ever been out in public with him when he does that?" Elizabeth countered, recalling many experiences when someone would give them a funny look back in New Orleans.

"Hey, try being married to him," Rogue added.

Remy was flabbergasted, "Y're m' wife! Aren't y' s'pposed t' take my side?"


Remy quickly exited the church, skipping two steps at a time. He was going to run. Definitely.

No. No, no, no. Change of plans. No, he was not going to run. Remy paused on the last step before starting to run back up the steps. He loved Rogue and she loved him back.

But "for sickness and health, richer or poorer (not really a problem if he kept his old thieving skills sharp)" was a rather large commitment. And forever was a very long time.

He had stopped climbing the steps and stood somewhere in the middle. His Mongoose was at the bottom, but his fiancée was somewhere at the top.

Fumbling terribly as he pulled out another cigarette, he began to curse when he couldn't find his lighter. Thirty seconds later, Remy resisted the urge to slap his forehead after having remembered that he hadn't used a lighter a day in his life. Using his exposed fingers to channel his powers, he lit up the tobacco.

Rogue was going to kill him once she found out that he'd been smoking again. Unless…unless he ran.

Why would he want to stay? Really, stay and be tied down the same woman for the rest of his life? Who the hell would want that? People already told them that they argued like an old married couple, so what wouldhappen when they were an old married couple? Would Rogue change? Would he change? Did he really want to stick around and find out?

"REMY LEBEAU!" He heard the angelic call of his fiancée from one of the highest rooms in the stone church. Her image was a blur of auburn against the pale white veil but even far away Remy could tell that she was a vision of beauty…and also clearly annoyed, "YOU GET YAH'RE SORRY CAJUN ASS BACK IN HERE AN' MARRY ME, DAMMIT!" she shouted and then added, "AN' GIT THAT CANCER STICK OUTTA YAH'RE MOUTH!"

He grinned. Oh yes, he remembered suddenly as he smeared tobacco on the street with bottom his shoe, that was why he was staying.


"Dad, you're pathetic," Liz said with a deadpan.

"P-pourquoi?" his kids were not supposed to insult him! At least not to his face! He was the cool parent! Rogue was supposed to be the one they didn't like!

"I agree," Morgan nodded wholeheartedly, "You almost totallyditched mom at the alter because of your cold feet,"

"That's probably the worst thing you could ever do to a woman," Liz added as her father fumed.

Rogue again looked thoughtful for a second, "Nah, there are worse. Have Ah ever told you girls about the fiancée your father forgot he had…?"

Remy's annoyed face dropped and was replaced with a cringe as he groaned audibly, "I thought we'd gotten past this after y'd hunted down Belladonna an' beat her senseless,"

His wife harrumphed, "A strange woman with big boobs comes to New York to take you Louisiana, claiming it was time for you to get married an' you don't think your girlfriend's gonna get a little pissed?

"You cheated on mom, too?" Lizzy cried out, looking as if she had just been slapped across the face. To Rogue, she asked furiously, "Why did you marry this man?"

"Ah dunno," she shrugged.

"HOW 'BOUT 'CAUSE Y' LOVE HIM?" Remy tried.

"Well, yeah, besides that," she said, waving him off, "Now get goin' you three, you're gonna miss the bus. Again. An' Jack? Don't save your homework for the morning it's due,"

The three who were already halfway through the door tuned out their parents, but that didn't stop Remy from leaping off the couch.

"An' remember!" he called after them as they walked down the driveway, "NO BOYS!"

His female children rolled their eyes and his only son looked appalled at what his father was implying to him.

"Remy, you're worse than Logan," Rogue said, thinking of the man who had attempted to scrape the skin off her husband more times than she could count.

"Am not!" he objected, retreating back into the house for that secret stash of bourbon that his wife didn't know about.


"Morgan! Omigod, why didn't you tell me that you were officially dating Nathan Summers?" cried out Abby Durstan, "The whole school is talking about you two!"

Morgan's grin only widened as she closed the locker door and leaned against it, "Isn't he a total dreamboat?" she sighed, neither confirming nor denying the accusation.

"So like when did you hook up?" she demanded.

Morgan bit her lip as if she wasn't sure she should spill out the details, "Over break!" she gushed out with a fat grin, "Our parents were doing that whole United Nations negotiating thing in Switzerland and we got to spend like, the whole two weeks together!"

Abby squealed and looked onto her friend in jealousy as they began to walk together.

"And now it's even better since we moved back up north!" Though her tone was bright and full of meaning, Morgan felt a pang of sadness in her heart and realised that she could only identify the feeling as her own. Before, she had been so happy to get out of Louisiana and come back to New York…but now she found herself missing the old swamp where she spent most of her elementary years.

"I…I get to see him all the time now," she went on after that moment's silence trying to continue her previous peppy attitude.

The Lebeau's had lived in the French Quarter down in Louisiana for a decade until their work with the Institute became to difficult to manage from afar. They had moved the summer before her senior year, Lizzy's junior, and Jack's freshmen.

Abby and Morgan had shared the same early years of elementary school together though never kept in contact when Morgan and her family moved. It was only at the start of September did they reintroduce themselves and began to converse and confide. Morgan supposed that Abby would be considered her best friend in Bayville.

Their conversation had carried into the cafeteria where they seated themselves with their bagged lunches. She had had enough bad experiences with cafeteria food and she wasn't really prepared to try again.

"Did you charm him?" Abby asked. She had always been fine with her friend being a mutant, if somewhat envious.

Morgan rolled her eyes, "No, I don't need to. He likes me—genuinely."

"I wish I had empathy," she said almost wistfully, "Or any powers, really,"

Morgan again rolled her eyes, "It's really not the great. Mom and Dad made me go through all this training at the Xavier Institute when I was younger. If I'd had stronger powers or something more powerful, I would've had to stay there longer," Pause for a cringe as thought about Professor Logan's extensive training, "but thank god I got to be the almost normal one in the family," said Morgan, sinking back slightly into her seat with her blonde fringe almost covering her eyes.

"And Nathan's telekinetic, right?" Abby went on, "I remember when we were freshmen and they had to have two telepaths supervise all the sports games for mutant interferences,"

Morgan's mood lifted considerable at the thought of Nathan, "Yeah, he can lift almost six-hundred pounds with his powers. He showed me just before we started dating,"

"But I heard a rumour that your sister liked Andrew," she said over her salad, "Wouldn't it kinda be weird for you two to be dating brothers?"

Morgan rolled her eyes, "Puh-lease, Abby. It's so obvious that it's not mutual. Liz has never been in a real relationship before so when she starts to think of boys for potential boyfriends, she automatically thinks of her best guy friend," said Morgan sagely.

Abby notice that her friend was not eating.

"Not hungry?" she asked.

Morgan looked down at her half-eaten sandwich and the rest of her untouched lunch, "I'm meeting Nathan after school to get a bite to eat," Morgan glanced at her watch and sighed. She still had three more classes after lunch and then the twenty-minute wait for Nathan to get back from the Institute.

"Cool," she said over her yogurt, "So how long do you think you two will be together?"

She shrugged offhandedly, "I dunno. Probably for a couple more weeks as a back to school fling. Our families have known each other way too long for it to be anything more than that," Although, Morgan thought suddenly, now that she was leaning towards Penn State for college and Nathan was already there…would there really exist another reason for them not to date?

Abby nodded, little input being offered compared to her attentive ear that was always at the ready.


"Bye, Morgan!" said a nameless face as she stood at the bottom of the stairs, "See you tomorrow!"

"Yeah…bye," she said back with a slight wave. She did this several times as people and fellow classmates she didn't know who walked by to wish her a good afternoon or a wish to see her tomorrow.

Morgan dropped her bag and closed her eyes as she waited as patiently as she could for her new boyfriend to pick her up.

She fought back a grin to no avail. How incredible was it for her to be dating someone like Nathan Summers? Charming, witty, athletic and understanding Nathan. A one-in-a-million kind of guy. She really was lucky…

"Hey, you," said a familiar voice right out of her thoughts.

Her eyes snapped open and her heart skipped an important beat before pounding furiously as if trying to fling itself from her chest. She hadn't heard a car pull up; it was a modest convertible, if there existed such a thing.

"Hi!" she said eagerly, picking up her bag and running to the passenger side. The few students who remained stared enviously as well as curiously as she jumped in and leant over for a quick kiss.

"How was school?" He asked as they turned to leave the parking lot.

"Dull," she answered, "What did you do today?" Morgan knew that he still had several more weeks before he was forced to get back to the university.

"I did a bit of volunteer work at Xavier's," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth towards a freckle Morgan had grown quite fond of. "Nearly lost my right arm,"

"Poor baby," she cooed teasingly and looped her left arm threw his that had been sitting on the armrest.

He chuckled, "Oh, look, there's your sister," he nodded towards the entrance of the school on their left, "Hey, Elizabeth!" he dislodged his arm from Morgan for a moment to wave.

"Hey yourself," she said from over a pile of books and with a smile, "I thought the teachers got tired of you and threw you outta this place already! What're you doing back?"

"Picking up Morgan," he motioned to his girlfriend in the passenger seat who leant forward to send her sister a frosty glare for interrupting them.

Lizzy rolled her eyes, "Right, sorry to take up so much of your time," she said sarcastically, "See you around," and she turned back to follow her English teacher to drop off the extra books.

Nathan began to drive back out of the parking lot when he noticed the silence.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Morgan looked over to observe him. She studied the muscle along his jaw, the curve of his chin, dip of his nose, sparkling blue eyes and the heart-red hair that sat atop his head like a cherry on a very delicious-looking sundae.


"Hm? Oh, I was just thinking," she changed the subject, "So do they have you teaching classes at Xavier's or just monitoring the kids?"

"A bit of both," he answered, "During the weekdays I run the Danger Room sessions for team effort and on the weekends I usually come up to teach self-defence with Liz occasionally."

Morgan grunted in an uncharacteristic manner.

"She's a nice girl, Morgan," he said, sighing, "It's a shame you two don't get along so well,"

She rolled her eyes, "Do you wanna come to her birthday party Friday night?" Morgan asked him as she clung to his arm, "The old crowd is going to be there and I'm really gonna need someone to keep me sane." She smiled charmingly.

"Sure, no problem," Nathan grinned, "I'd love to,"

Yet for some reason Morgan couldn't help but feel like he had already accepted an invitation from someone else.


"Anna? Did the girls say that they were going t' be late today?" Remy asked his wife from the kitchen.

"Lizzy's staying after school to help move books for the English classes and Morgan's out with Nathan!" Jack answered from the PlayStation.

The teakettle dropped to the floor and Remy was in the room like a flash, gripping the doorway tightly.

"Nathan?" he hissed, "Nathan Summers?"

"Remy," snapped Rogue, "That's the second time you've broken my teakettle—"

Suddenly everyone could hear a car pulling up outside and Morgan's bright laughter mixed with Nathan's polite chuckle.

Rogue sent Jack a look and nodded her head towards the stairs.

He rolled his eyes at his mother but wordlessly complied nonetheless.

Her husband bolted to the other side of the room (leaping over the couch in the process) and peered out the window with a fixed gaze until the door was opened and he leapt back immediately and attempted to appear as if he had been rearranging a shelf.

"Hey, mom, dad," said Morgan once she entered into the threshold arm in arm with the son of Remy's most loathed rival.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Lebeau," Nathan acknowledged, "How are you?"

"What do y' think y're doin' avec ma—"

"We're pretty good," Rogue could see the wheels in her husband's head turning and she quickly said, "Thanks for droppin' her off, Nathan, tell your folks we'll see them Friday," she ushered him back out the door with an apologetic look and forcefully pulled Remy back inside.

"Down boy," she whispered.

Her husband sputtered as Nathan walked back to his car.

"Did y'—did y' see that?" Remy hissed.

"See you scare off my boyfriend? Yeah." Morgan muttered before storming up the stairs and slamming the door to her room.

Rogue did not acknowledge her daughter but raised her eyebrow, "See what? Nathan dropping off Morgan? Yes, sugah, Ah saw it and Ah am okay with it,"

"Well Remy ain't!" he said defiantly.

"We've known him since the day he came home from the hospital, babysat him, and watched him go through puberty," continued Rogue, "We," she said, motioning to the space between them, "are okay with this,"

"An' again: Remy mos' certainly is not!"

"He goes to Penn State,"

"SO?" said Remy, "What good ever came out of Pennsylvania?" he demanded to know.

"Nathan's a good kid," she said.

"He's Scooter's kid!"

Rogue glared.

"And he's three years older than her!" he pointed out smugly.

"If Ah recall correctly," she drawled, "Ah was eighteen and you were twenty-three when we started dating," A devastating blow to his debate, "Not to mention your year of stalking before that,"

"Remy does not stalk!" he sputtered indigently.

But Rogue ignored his indigent state by smirking, "This is karma at its finest, Remy Lebeau," his wife laughed, hugging him around the shoulders tightly.

Remy sighed tiredly as he hugged Rogue back. It was peaceful and made it feel like they were the only people in the world. It was state of mind he sometimes found himself in when he held her in his arms even after twenty-one long hard years of marriage.

That peace was soon shattered: "You do realise that if Morgan does by some miracle chance marry Nathan, that we'll officially be related to Scott and Jean?" Rogue raised her eyebrow wickedly in his chest.



No response.

"Sugah?" she tried.

"Anna," he said. His knees had begun to feel weak and leaned more and more weight onto his wife. She could handle it, he was sure; it had been almost two decades since she absorbed Carol Danvers. "Which arm goes numb when y' have a heart attack?"

Rogue snorted and rolled her eyes and pulled away to smirk at her husband and then realised something.

He wasn't joking.


A/N: Yeah…I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but it's loosely based off of 8 Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter and is only three chapters long. One for Morgan, one for Elizabeth, and one for Jack. But let's hope that my next update is either GGG or AaD…

Bwahahahah Remy as an old man XDD I bet he's really kicking himself for being such a flirt in his youth. But darn me for putting in some last-minute angst! (How did that get there?!)

Just a bit of information for the timeline and our favourite couples…

It's been 28 years since Apocalypse has been defeated

Remy and Rogue: married for 21 years – recently just moved to suburban Bayville (spent the early years of their marriage and parenthood at the Institute before moving to the French Quarter in Louisiana and have now moved back to be closer to Xavier's).

Scott and Jean: married for 23 years – live at Xavier's Institute (as if an effing bomb could get those two out of there…)

Kitty and Piotr: married for 19 years – Currently living in Russia with the Rasputin's (previously lived at Xavier's Institute)

John and Wanda: married for 14 though lived with each other for 22. (Their marriage was…highly suggested…by Erik after Wanda became pregnant.) Currently live on the coast of Massachusetts.

Hm…that should be all you need to know!
See you in a bit!
Love From Luna