"Non, Gambit is not a baby-sitter." Remy Lebeau, more often known as Gambit
glares at the assembled X-Men before
him; most were too annoyed or amused to be intimitated,"Not'in can make Gambit do it." Rogue sighs,"It's just a few
hours, sugar and Logan'll help." There was an outraged sound and the familiar sound of Logan's blades as he steps
forward. "You better say I heard that wrong, darlin',"he drawls, threateningly holding out his claws. Xavier's voice
breaks through the banter as he enters the front hall, accompained by Jean Grey. "Remy, Logan, the young ones
seem to have taken a liking to you too. They are at the moment watching tv with Jubilee and Bobby...Others, go
ahead and begin searching." Logan growls,"Why do we have to baby-sit? Can't we just sell them to the circus or
something?" "Logan, someone may be looking for them and you know I don't approve of selling children to the
circus..I must return to my work." Gambit and Logan stare after her, stunned. "What about Kurt?" ~Doesn't count,
boys.~ "Remy don't t'ink he'll be needed with the chil'ren,"he states, turning away as shouting comes from the rec
room. "What do you mean you 'lose them'?"Jubilee yelled over Bobby's voice. "They said it was Hide and Seek!"
"Not a chance, Gumbo...if I have to find two kids you're helpin',"the threatening tone of his voice halts Gambit's
movement. Remy t'inks he adn cherie need to talk about the kid thing. A crash from the danger room draws their
attention. "Dammnit, let's go, Gumbo....."
Gambit opened the door to the control room and looked down on Logan in the training room. He presses the intercom
button,"Anything?" "Besides a danger room session, even Rogue couldn't win? Not a thing...call them over the
system,"comes the garbled response. Gambit breaks the connection and speaks once more into the PA system.
"Angel, Tara, come to the kitchen right now...you'r not in trouble...yet." He clicked off the intercom, then quickly
disengages the session. "Remy really wants dat talk wtih cherie,"he announced, walking back to the rec room with
Logan. "The kid talk, right, bub?" He breaks off in coversation and sniffs the air. "Ya smell somethin', mon ami?"
He growls out,"My stash....someone's into it." before running off toward his room. "Oui,"Gambit called, walking
past the now empty rec room and into the kitchen. Bobby and Jubilee were sitting at the counter, playing some
form of poker with marshmallows and candy. "Have you two been here all de time?" "Oui,"Bobby mocks, dropping
two marshmallows on a growing pile; Gambit resists the urge to charge the ice brat's stood. He glares at them both,
"Would you morons get up and help Remy find the chil'ren?" Jubilee stares at him, then blinks. "Why?" "Because
they're five years olds! Mon dieu, you two are infuriating..." The two look confused,"Infuriating?" As if to signify
the words something slams against the wall by the freezer. Bobby looks up startled, then worried. "I think we have a
poltergist..." Something else slams against the door; Bobby and Jubilee both scream, grab armfuls of their 'poker
chips', and run out. Gambit moaned and dropped his head into his hands. "Remy's dead man walking,"he moaned,
staring at the freezer as a sudden thought hits him,"i wonder..." He walks to the door and opens it; a box of
something very cold slams into his chest. "Mon dieu!" After he recovers from the shock he stares at the child, sitting
on the floor of the freezer. Angel's knees were drawn up against her chest and she had her head buried again them;
she looked up at his words and looks afraid. "Petite, how'd you get lock in de freezer?"he asks, propping the door
open with his shoulder and putting the ice cream box down. Angel runs to him. "I dunno! I was hungry and the door
shut and.....an-an-and I'm still hungry..." Gambit noticed her lips were tinted blue and her cheeks were red. "It's cold,
Mr. Remy..." "Maybe we should get you out of de freezer." He takes hold of her hand and brings her into the
kitchen; she instantly climbs onto one of the now empty stools. "Where's Tara at, Angel?"he asks, studying her; she
was kinda cute for a kid. Her hair was dark brown and held back away from her face, even though a few strands
framed her face and green yes. Angel blinks. "I dunno....she went into um...that hall back there...I'm hungry, Mr.
Remy." "Just Remy, Petite. You want some um...gumbo?" She blinks a few times, confused. "What's Gumbo? Does
it have rice? I like rice." "This gonna be a long night...."
Logan sniffs the air, moving closer to his room. "Bobby, Jubilee, if that's you get out here now!"he growls,
unsheathing his claws and waiting; he doesn't get a reaction. "Bobby! Jubes! Get out here!" His only reply is a
hiccupy sound. What the?! Logan shoves the door open and walks in; his blades out to threaten the two
adolescents. "Kid, what are you doing in here?"he demands, sheating his blades as he walks over the child in his
room,"and put that down." Tara stares blankly at him and takes another drink from the bottle she held. "Why? What
is it? It's really good,"she announces, smiling with a child's innocence,"it was in the box in that closet." "Kid, you're
too young to drink, way too young." Logan takes the bottles, screws on the lid, and replaces the bottle of alchol in
his stash before removing her from the closet. Tara hiccups again; "Am I in trouble, Mr. Logan? I didn't mean to do
anything wrong." She looks up at him, with tears in her murky-hazel eyes, which were almost covered by messy
brownish-green hair. "Uh....." She bursts into tears, startling him. Logan stares at her for a moment. "Tara, stop
crying...you haven't done anything wrong. Why are you crying?" "You yelled at me...and that mean I'm in trouble,"
Tara replied, through her tears,"Plus the room's spinning." "I'm so dead...why'd you even mess with that? How'd you
find it?" She continues to cry. Logan sighs. "You're not in trouble...why don't we go um...find your little friend? Do
you know where she is?" "Angel? You lost Angel? You lost her?!" Tara's expression was disbelieving and devoid of
previous tears as she jumps up. "We didn't lose her, she ran off.....do you know where she is?"he asks, following her
into the hall; she runs into the door frame. "Ow, kitchen for hide and seek...she was hungry,"Tara announced, before
running off down the hall; Logan cursed and follows after her. "You're slow! We have to reach Angel before she gets
in trouble." Something crashes ahead and he follows, avoiding the now broken picture. "Gumbo, where are you?"he
growls, stalking past the rec room where Bobby and Jubilee were watching Nightmare on Elm Street,"Have you two
seen Gumbo or either of the children?" Both scream. Jubilee shrugs,"Gambit's taking care of the poltergist and a little
kid just ran by singing about a spider." Logan groans. "Poltergist? I don't want to know...." Voices in the kitchen
reach his ears and he stalks into it. Gambit looks up from the stove where he was making something. "What's wrong
wit de little one? She acting odd..." He noticed Tara was laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "Drunk..."
Angel's head perks up from the book she'd been studying; she was wearing a giant yellow sweater that must have
belonged to Jubilee as it hung to her knees and was rolled up to her wrists. "Drunk, mon ami? How de child get
drunk?"the cajun asks, annoying him,"She find your stash?" "yeah...." "That's not good,"Angel announced,
jumping down and walking over to her,"Tara, Remy's makin' somethin' called Gumbo.....get up and we can eat."
"Wow, you have five eyes..." Silence follows, but finally both children are sitting at the counter on stools, studying
the book. Logan has just started to leave when Tara spoke,"Mr. Logan, why's anyone need a book with pictures
of naked people?" He turns and takes the book from her as Gambit coughs. "What?!" Logan shrugs,"Ororo and I
needed it, Gumbo.....mind your food." Angel and Tara stare at him for a moment, then begin to giggle....
him; most were too annoyed or amused to be intimitated,"Not'in can make Gambit do it." Rogue sighs,"It's just a few
hours, sugar and Logan'll help." There was an outraged sound and the familiar sound of Logan's blades as he steps
forward. "You better say I heard that wrong, darlin',"he drawls, threateningly holding out his claws. Xavier's voice
breaks through the banter as he enters the front hall, accompained by Jean Grey. "Remy, Logan, the young ones
seem to have taken a liking to you too. They are at the moment watching tv with Jubilee and Bobby...Others, go
ahead and begin searching." Logan growls,"Why do we have to baby-sit? Can't we just sell them to the circus or
something?" "Logan, someone may be looking for them and you know I don't approve of selling children to the
circus..I must return to my work." Gambit and Logan stare after her, stunned. "What about Kurt?" ~Doesn't count,
boys.~ "Remy don't t'ink he'll be needed with the chil'ren,"he states, turning away as shouting comes from the rec
room. "What do you mean you 'lose them'?"Jubilee yelled over Bobby's voice. "They said it was Hide and Seek!"
"Not a chance, Gumbo...if I have to find two kids you're helpin',"the threatening tone of his voice halts Gambit's
movement. Remy t'inks he adn cherie need to talk about the kid thing. A crash from the danger room draws their
attention. "Dammnit, let's go, Gumbo....."
Gambit opened the door to the control room and looked down on Logan in the training room. He presses the intercom
button,"Anything?" "Besides a danger room session, even Rogue couldn't win? Not a thing...call them over the
system,"comes the garbled response. Gambit breaks the connection and speaks once more into the PA system.
"Angel, Tara, come to the kitchen right now...you'r not in trouble...yet." He clicked off the intercom, then quickly
disengages the session. "Remy really wants dat talk wtih cherie,"he announced, walking back to the rec room with
Logan. "The kid talk, right, bub?" He breaks off in coversation and sniffs the air. "Ya smell somethin', mon ami?"
He growls out,"My stash....someone's into it." before running off toward his room. "Oui,"Gambit called, walking
past the now empty rec room and into the kitchen. Bobby and Jubilee were sitting at the counter, playing some
form of poker with marshmallows and candy. "Have you two been here all de time?" "Oui,"Bobby mocks, dropping
two marshmallows on a growing pile; Gambit resists the urge to charge the ice brat's stood. He glares at them both,
"Would you morons get up and help Remy find the chil'ren?" Jubilee stares at him, then blinks. "Why?" "Because
they're five years olds! Mon dieu, you two are infuriating..." The two look confused,"Infuriating?" As if to signify
the words something slams against the wall by the freezer. Bobby looks up startled, then worried. "I think we have a
poltergist..." Something else slams against the door; Bobby and Jubilee both scream, grab armfuls of their 'poker
chips', and run out. Gambit moaned and dropped his head into his hands. "Remy's dead man walking,"he moaned,
staring at the freezer as a sudden thought hits him,"i wonder..." He walks to the door and opens it; a box of
something very cold slams into his chest. "Mon dieu!" After he recovers from the shock he stares at the child, sitting
on the floor of the freezer. Angel's knees were drawn up against her chest and she had her head buried again them;
she looked up at his words and looks afraid. "Petite, how'd you get lock in de freezer?"he asks, propping the door
open with his shoulder and putting the ice cream box down. Angel runs to him. "I dunno! I was hungry and the door
shut and.....an-an-and I'm still hungry..." Gambit noticed her lips were tinted blue and her cheeks were red. "It's cold,
Mr. Remy..." "Maybe we should get you out of de freezer." He takes hold of her hand and brings her into the
kitchen; she instantly climbs onto one of the now empty stools. "Where's Tara at, Angel?"he asks, studying her; she
was kinda cute for a kid. Her hair was dark brown and held back away from her face, even though a few strands
framed her face and green yes. Angel blinks. "I dunno....she went into um...that hall back there...I'm hungry, Mr.
Remy." "Just Remy, Petite. You want some um...gumbo?" She blinks a few times, confused. "What's Gumbo? Does
it have rice? I like rice." "This gonna be a long night...."
Logan sniffs the air, moving closer to his room. "Bobby, Jubilee, if that's you get out here now!"he growls,
unsheathing his claws and waiting; he doesn't get a reaction. "Bobby! Jubes! Get out here!" His only reply is a
hiccupy sound. What the?! Logan shoves the door open and walks in; his blades out to threaten the two
adolescents. "Kid, what are you doing in here?"he demands, sheating his blades as he walks over the child in his
room,"and put that down." Tara stares blankly at him and takes another drink from the bottle she held. "Why? What
is it? It's really good,"she announces, smiling with a child's innocence,"it was in the box in that closet." "Kid, you're
too young to drink, way too young." Logan takes the bottles, screws on the lid, and replaces the bottle of alchol in
his stash before removing her from the closet. Tara hiccups again; "Am I in trouble, Mr. Logan? I didn't mean to do
anything wrong." She looks up at him, with tears in her murky-hazel eyes, which were almost covered by messy
brownish-green hair. "Uh....." She bursts into tears, startling him. Logan stares at her for a moment. "Tara, stop
crying...you haven't done anything wrong. Why are you crying?" "You yelled at me...and that mean I'm in trouble,"
Tara replied, through her tears,"Plus the room's spinning." "I'm so dead...why'd you even mess with that? How'd you
find it?" She continues to cry. Logan sighs. "You're not in trouble...why don't we go um...find your little friend? Do
you know where she is?" "Angel? You lost Angel? You lost her?!" Tara's expression was disbelieving and devoid of
previous tears as she jumps up. "We didn't lose her, she ran off.....do you know where she is?"he asks, following her
into the hall; she runs into the door frame. "Ow, kitchen for hide and seek...she was hungry,"Tara announced, before
running off down the hall; Logan cursed and follows after her. "You're slow! We have to reach Angel before she gets
in trouble." Something crashes ahead and he follows, avoiding the now broken picture. "Gumbo, where are you?"he
growls, stalking past the rec room where Bobby and Jubilee were watching Nightmare on Elm Street,"Have you two
seen Gumbo or either of the children?" Both scream. Jubilee shrugs,"Gambit's taking care of the poltergist and a little
kid just ran by singing about a spider." Logan groans. "Poltergist? I don't want to know...." Voices in the kitchen
reach his ears and he stalks into it. Gambit looks up from the stove where he was making something. "What's wrong
wit de little one? She acting odd..." He noticed Tara was laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "Drunk..."
Angel's head perks up from the book she'd been studying; she was wearing a giant yellow sweater that must have
belonged to Jubilee as it hung to her knees and was rolled up to her wrists. "Drunk, mon ami? How de child get
drunk?"the cajun asks, annoying him,"She find your stash?" "yeah...." "That's not good,"Angel announced,
jumping down and walking over to her,"Tara, Remy's makin' somethin' called Gumbo.....get up and we can eat."
"Wow, you have five eyes..." Silence follows, but finally both children are sitting at the counter on stools, studying
the book. Logan has just started to leave when Tara spoke,"Mr. Logan, why's anyone need a book with pictures
of naked people?" He turns and takes the book from her as Gambit coughs. "What?!" Logan shrugs,"Ororo and I
needed it, Gumbo.....mind your food." Angel and Tara stare at him for a moment, then begin to giggle....