xp_logs | Log: Remy/Moira

Moira finds Remy to ask him to do a little digging on Nate's rather suddenly found 'father'.

Papers firmly in one hand, the other one rubbing the small of her back, Moira walked determinedly towards the boat house. It was probably more of a waddle but God help the first person who told her that. She and Nathan had been rather careful these past few days with the baby, but with Charles’ help there had, luckily, been no other episodes since the throwing of the ice cream. Still, a telekinetic baby was a rather startling thought.

Not bothering to knock, Cain had given her a full invite since she had started raiding his fridge during the earlier months, she stuck her head into the living room. “Remy? Ye’d better be home, tha’ walk is startin’ ta kill me.”

"You know, chere, you could have called ahead." Remy said, appearing behind her in the doorway. He'd caught sight of Moira trundling down the path on his way to his office, and had reversed track to see what she wanted. She fixed him with a glare as he slipped past and pulled out a chair. "Sit down, 'fore you burst."

Not bothering to argue—she _could_ have, she knew—but not wanting to admit she was wrong, she simply sat. “Nearly ta late for tha’,” she sighed, leaning back and transferring her hand from her back to her stomach. “Baby isnae actin’ up so ye dinnae have ta worry about anythin’ flyin’ around. Thankfully. I’ve got a wee bit o’ a favor ta ask.”

"Favour?" Remy said, suddenly suspecious. He'd deliberately avoided both Nate and Moira since the wedding, knowing that Lorna would have given them the full story, and not wanting to have to face them. Fortunately, Nate had been both injured (again) and occupied fully with the X-Men, making him easily out of the way. Moira normally hermited either in the lab or her rooms, so having her in the boathouse, with that challenging look in her eye unnerved him.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, barely, Moira nodded. “Favor. In exchange for th’ help I gave ye when ye were in New Orleans, remember?” Hardly one to be called ‘stupid’, she knew when she was being avoided. It was easier now that her due date was getting closer and she was cutting back on lab time, but still. But she wasn’t here to berate him for missing her wedding. She’d get him on that later, somehow. “I need some information.”

"Dat makes me worried. Remy not a scientist or one of dem baby doctors, so what could you possibly need from me?" LeBeau took a seat himself, putting on his game face. Jake refered to it as 'Blankman', where Remy's face was still and mostly expressionless, but his thoughts was going a mile a minute behind his eyes.

“I’m sure ye’ve been informed about Nathan findin’ his father, aye? Or at least I hope ye have, I think he may have been put inta th’ database as a potential threat, just in case.” Slightly awkward, Moira leaned over and handed Remy the handful of papers she’d brought over. “Copies but still. When Nathan met up wit’ Saul, he gave him a bunch o’ paperwork an’ pictures. Maybe I’m paranoid but somethin’ about this entire thing bother’s me.”

"Considering dat Nate hasn't asked us, dat pretty much makes it a personal affair, chere." Remy leaned back, the folder still unopened in front of him. "And Remy sure dat de Professor isn't in de business of letting us spy into people's private lives. Dis Saul is in de database, but not as a threat. Yet."

Remy got up and poured a cup of coffee for himself, caught Moira's headshake 'no' and sat back down with it. "So dat means Intel cannot be involved in dis, unless either you husband or de Professor asks. However," Remy grinned over the rim of his cup. "Dat doesn't mean I can't run down some details."

She’d been started to think of other ways of getting the information when she’d caught Remy’s grin and what he said. Moira nodded and smiled, relaxing a bit. “Thanks, Remy. I trust wha’ Madelyn has found but…” She glanced down at her stomach and then back up. “I’ve got other thing’s ta take inta consideration. Especially since ‘tis doesna match wha’ Nathan remembers.”

Grimacing, she conceded, “I know tha’ sometime’s isnae sayin’ much but still. I’d rather be paranoid an’ wron’ than oblivious an’ wron’, if tha’ makes sense.”

"It does. And you're right. Nate's pare showing up now is a tad too... conveinant. Dat's one of de things dat worries me a bit. But, unless he decides to ask for help, jumping in and putting his pare to investigation is likely going to be counterproductive." Remy slid the folder over, flipped it open, and started to skim the contents. "Has he talked to de Professor yet? Implanted memories, mental tempering? Dat stuff is supposed to leave some kind of trace."

“I hope so—I’d assume so. But I think wit’ wha’ Mistra did ta him an’ wha’ tha’ old bastard did a few months ago, it may be hard ta find.” She hadn’t even thought of asking about that and she kicked herself. Moira frowned at Remy. “Our baby is already manifestin’ in th’ womb, which means she’ll probably be fairly powerful when she hits her teens or later. We cannae be certain. But ye dinnae have ta do much guesswork if ye know who I am an’ know about Kevin an’ ye know about Nathan…this was probably inevitable an’ I cannae chance tha’ this man knows without lookin’ inta it.”

"Oui, dat I understand. Look, I'll see what I can dig up. Think dat Jake might already be doing something for Nate. He's got dat shifty look 'bout him again. How 'bout Remy runs some things down, and I'll e-mail you in a couple of weeks. Let you know if something stinks or not?"

“When does Jake nay ‘ave tha’ look? But aye, tha’ll help a lot. Even if ye dinnae find anythin’, it’ll put my mind ta ease a wee bit.” Remy was very, very good at this, Moira knew, and that helped ease her mind a little more. If he couldn’t find anything, there was probably nothing to find.