Authors Note- due to some recent interest in Diamonds, I have decided to continue it, but I need to rewrite it, since some of the details got confused and muddled. I have so many rewrites of Diamonds on my computer that it would take more time than it's worth to sort through them. Diamonds will be removed soon, and this will be the new Diamonds. Basically this is a rewrite of Diamonds, which is a rewrite of CS. Anyone not confused? I think even I am. I am trying a new point of view trick that I have seen work effectively in other stories, so tell me what you all think in your reviews. Is it better or worse than in CS and Diamonds? Oh, and as a forewarning- I am going to assume that the internal workings of Remy are more intelligent than most others that I use their point of views. So, if intelligent Remy borders on Mensa Remy, oopsie. To keep up with Kitty Pryde you'd have to be.

Stealing the Enemy

Chapter 1

New Teacher Sparks Interests

Kitty

First day of High School. Not only was it bad enough that I've been waking up downstairs- obviously sleepwalking due to the stress of my situation. It's not like I'm popular or anything. People hate me. I have made enemies with the cheerleaders, and even though we'd all be entering a new school today, I doubted they would forget my name.

In Middle School I spent most periods locked in a full length locker, that was at least until our elderly custodian got replaced with a younger guy who could hear me, so that everyday I'd only spend fifteen minutes in the locker- long enough for him to make sure they were no longer around. The rich girls of our school would get him fired immediately because of their "family connections" when they found out that he was helping me. They'd just cry to Daddy and say "Oh, but he's so mean!" and that was the end of most teachers in our district.

Walking to school was a new thing, the Middle School had been too far away to walk- unless of course I had to- but the High school lay only two blocks away, and my best friend and I planned on walking, just to give us time away from our parents and actually talk. Our parents have completely different ideas, and some topics are so off limits that if our parents ever caught us talking there'd be trouble.

Out mothers went to school together, they had been cheerleaders at the Northbrook High- the same school that Kate and I would be attending today. The idea of the pictures of our mothers from twenty years ago staring at us was not nearly as frightening as the torture we'd endure, but there are worse things that could happen, in all actuality.

"Kitty!" Kate squeals at me, running quickly in her painted on skinny jeans and her six inch boots that she never learned to properly run in- even though she bought them a month ago in preparation for the first day of school- making more noise than an elephant would make. As I turn around to face her one thing catches my attention; her shoulder length hair is blond, nearly white blond. The only thing more eye catching than her new fake hair color is the bright pink halter top too low cut to have a bra underneath and and only made legal for school by the painted on short-sleeve jean jacket that perfectly matches the jeans and brown knee high boots.

"Kate, if you screech again, I'm totally going to have blood trailing down from my ears." I scold jokingly turning back around and sighing loudly spotting the monstrous school only a little over a block away. "Now you are going to have to tell me how you got out of the house in that outfit. Your mother totally makes mine look normal with how restrictive your mother totally is. Now don't get me wrong, I totally love-"

"See this rain jacket?" Kate asks me pulling a knee length hot pink rain jacket from where it lay tucked over the bend of her elbow. "Now the jacket gets to play hide and not be found by being shoved into my backpack." She retorts by cramming the heavy garment into her emerald green backpack embroidered with her name in calligraphy.

"Kate, I totally love you like the sister I never had, but the problem here is what happens when you need to go into the library and Mama Barrett is standing there, making you put that rain coat on, or grounding you for the rest of your life when she finds out that you broke her rules.

"Oh, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty. Whenever will you totally learn. Today you and I break out mold. Kate and Kitty will no longer be shoved into lockers, we shall never be pushed into mud puddles, and we will totally never be made fun of. You just wait. We are totally going to rule the school." Kate announces in a voice full of authority- the annual big dreams of Kate work overtime, every year her plans for the year get bigger, and every year they burst sadly.

"Totally fat chance of this ever taking hold. Even if you walk up to any player of any sport naked you're totally going to get turned down. I'm sorry Kate, but after the first five years I've learned this one." I mutter nearly voicelessly as we stand on the white concrete steps leading up to the monster that threatened to take away our souls for four years of unfair torture called being ineligible to go to school outside of the Public Education System.

Stepping inside a new school is always a rush. There are the upperclassman who hog the cafeteria, the hallways, the offices and every other place you can think of needing. There are the sophomores who know how to pick out the freshman to torture them, and there are the other freshman who know their own, but avoid them to not stick out as well, and to avoid certain doom socially. The goal of the first day is to not be a complete moron and avoid everyone who could possibly make the entrance in High School a nightmare.

Remy LeBeau

Missions are always painful, always an adjustment. To enter a school, imitate a member of the faculty for an extended period of time, and get close to a minor without anyone filing a lawsuit should be easy. It would be easy if I wasn't running a six month deadline.

Magneto made the parameters well defined. Meet the girl, befriend the girl. Earn her trust and get her to our side. In six month Charles Xavier would swoop in an steal her away. If Xavier managed to get her to his side then she would become a thorn in the side of the Acolyte mission. If she became a thorn most of his plans would never work. With her added to the X-men they could become much more formidable. The first deal of business would be to get the low down on some of the local teachers in the school- and hopefully make some friends for the moment, or at least until we left this team behind.

"So you're the new French teacher we've heard about." A small brunette asks waltzing up to me with an intent in her eye, and intent that says take me to your bedroom.

"Oui, I saw an opening here an decided ta try a cooler place." I reply winking at the woman, causing a scarlet blush to creep into her cheeks. If anything went wrong, having people who fell for my charm would help me. A getaway plan was always a good place to start- assuming something went wrong.

"Yeah, it's a little cold up here in the winter. I love your accent, where are you from?" She asks slowly sliding closer to my right side.

"Here an there. Mainly south of the ol' Confederate border." I answer softly, increasing my accent and rolling my shoulders to relieve the itch from the uncomfortable suit and tie required to perform this job. In under an hour I already missed my trench coat. All the things I can hide in that coat, and my normal clothing. So many weapons that I miss not being able to wear what I desire, but Magneto had demanded that for at least the first week I wore suit pants and jacket with an accompanying long sleeve button up and tie with a pin. No comfort would be allowed in the first couple weeks. All my weapons are hidden in my desk, granted they aren't normal weapons. No one in their right mind would suspect a couple staplers, paper clips, thumb tacks, cards, pencils, pens, and even paper as weapons. If I really need to I can disguise my staff as a cane or crutch and come in limping. Life is fun for the imaginative.

"So you're a nomad of sorts?" She asks stepping even closer and leaning in, allowing me to smell the weed coming off in waves. Or at least the smell would come off in waves to someone who was used to looking past the overpowering smell of perfume for the distinct smell. Always look for a weakness in your opponents.

"Ya could say dat." I reply smiling charmingly. By the end of the week I'd have a date to dinner every couple of nights. Dates are never bad- unless I could get close to Katherine Pryde in under that time, then I could always say that my ex came back into my life. No harm, no foul- but then again making enemies isn't a good thing here.

"Oh crap, we are supposed to be in the auditorium in about a minute and a half, both of us are getting introduced as new teachers. I did my clinical here last year, and when they asked me to be a full time teacher in the English department, I was super excited...." she prattles on grabbing my hand and leading me to the auditorium, not even noticing that my attention had been drawn to a brunette sitting in the freshman bleachers. My eyes are drawn to Kitty Pryde when I have a curvy woman beside me- and the emphasis is on woman and not on jail bait. Something about the look of the lonely girl.

Kitty Pryde- my first glance at the girl in the pink baby doll t-shirt and loose jeans beside the blond bombshell whose clothes were glued on. Something about her struck me as odd- maybe it was how normal she looked beside the other girl- not that mutants need to look a certain way. She sits on the bleachers with a look that clearly reads nervous but not going to admit it. Sitting there, so vulnerable and helpless, a plan came to mind.

Kitty Pryde

"This year, at Northbrook High, there will be new rules, and as such we expect them to be followed this year. In the past we have been lax in punishing those who have deserved it, but this year we will not be. Some rules are new, but most are just newly enforced." An older woman explains, before picking up a clear glass of water off of the shoulder high dark wooden podium that she speaks from. Slowly she places her right hand on her forehead and running it through her salt and pepper hair. "I know that I am new to some of you, but I am not a woman to be taken lightly. I was at Northbrook Junior High last year, and those of you who remember me won't be so keen to break any of my rules." She continues causing many of the 1,500 students to groan in disgust and some to cry out in fury.

"I think that she is totally going off the deep end." Kate whispers softly in my ear giggling, I had to agree that the Principal that had followed us from Junior High was not going to last the year- and we'd all be excited to see her fall flat on her most likely surgically enhanced butt. Then again, the idea of butt implants exploding as she fell makes me want to come to school every day and never miss a minute. I might even pick up an office aide period.

"She is probably going to fall and bust those implants." I whisper back, returning Kate's enthusiasm, but not the giggling. If there is one thing that this woman can pick up on, is the second that a students starts to have fun- the moment they start to laugh.

"Now, I have lots of plans for this year, but first off I would like all classes but the freshman class to go onto your regularly scheduled homerooms, I will just be dealing with the freshman. You've all been down this road before." She announces as the three fourths of the auditorium leave cheering in clumps, most likely in cliques that I could never belong to- either divided by money or by popularity. The money ones Kate and I could mesh in, but not the other ones. Popularity was more of a joke to people who get shoved into lockers.

"Okay freshman." The witch of the west announces, interrupting my morbid thoughts of never fitting in anywhere. "Look on the walls and find where your last name falls. Obviously if you can't figure out where in the alphabet your name falls we've got a lot of work to do. Now scatter!" She calls out, causing all of us to scatter like scared children. The only things running through my head are the fear that if I don't find where my last name fits that she will torture me for the remaining four years.

Finding where Prs fit was easy, but facing the teacher that stood in front of it, well let's just say that when I meet his eyes my whole face turns a bright shade of red. Meeting those eyes in that tall, handsome stranger whose nameplate said Mr. LeBeau made feelings surge up that weren't altogether unfamiliar. Meeting his blue eyes felt odd to me, the too blue eyes that have to be contacts. Crystal blue and almost like staring into the ocean... what was I thinking again?

So how was that for a better intro? Hope it pleased everyone who has been waiting for me to update something that has been on hold for a while. Everyone read and review!