ok i know i'm not done with 'Not your Average Teen Love Story' for those who read it. And i haven't update the other. But i promise i'm still going to get them done. I've just had this idea for like a month and i'm so afraid its going to fade away if i let it. Please don't throw too big of rocks at me.

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disclaimer - I don't own X-men. I don't own anything except Dallas Shadii AKA DeScaduw.. shes my creation. And maybe this cookie holds up cookie

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Say it aint So

Chapter 1: Working a plan

Yet another bead of sweat ran down his pale face. It seemed like no matter how much he tossed and turned, sleeping was just unattainable. Most certainly complaining about how bad the heat was wouldn't do much good anyway. Considering most of his 'friends' around the base basically blew of his grievance about high temperatures.

But honestly who would figure somebody like Saint John Allerdyce, born and raised in Sydney Austrailia up until six months ago, would make such a fuss over it being 'too hot'. Truth be told St John AKA Pyro loved fire... not necessarily the heat it gave off. But in any case heat wasn't the bother, it was the humidity. To him it was just senseless trying to explain to one of his comrades that Sydney was just dry and New York was sticky, they just ignored him anyway.

Finally surrendering to the scorching sticky August morning, the Austrailian boy wiped some sweat from his forehead then chin.

"Ughh. How do they live like this..?" Mumbling to himself he sat upright leaning on one hand while the other scratched lazily at his bare chest. His eyes scanned the room taking notice to Gambit's silk black and red covers pushed to the very edge of his bed.

A knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts of Remy's where abouts. A girl with long wavy black hair peeked in, her violet eyes inspecting the messy room and soon stopping at where Pyro sat blinking at her in his boxers.

"Wheres Gambit?" The Dutch girl stepped fully in crossing her arms.

"Don't you knock shiela?" John, not being the exact shy type stood up a bit irritated.

"I did knock." Dallas now becoming annoyed herself stood impatiently.

"Right.. uhhh..Remy.. hmm.. donno, sorry." He paused a minute a smile over- taking his face. "..So uhh anything I can do for ya love?" DeSchaduw looked him up and down a minute noticing his crafty smirk.

"Yea, put some pants on."

"Right." He watched her take a leave rolling her eyes. Figuring it was worth the shot anyway he tottered to the bathroom, assuming since Remy wasn't around it was a good time to take a shower.

Using his remarkable swift skills, the Cajun managed to avoid every blow Logan had to offer. He wasn't exactly in the mood to try and fight the gruff fierce man known as the Wolverine that morning. It also didn't take a rocket scientist to tell somebody that Remy might not have the strength to defeat such a willing opponent. With a mighty slash and deep growl Logan grazed Remy's left shoulder. The Cajun ducked another swing whipping out his metal staff and holding it out as Wolverine's blades scrapped against it. Metal to metal. Remy gritted his teeth together as Logan's growl intensified.

"I'm gonna ask you again bub.." They unclashed as the hasty Alcoyte made an impressive backflip. His trench coat brushing the ground at the landing, as he stood ready for the expected attack from his foe. And attack the X-man did, slashing three times, the third knocking the staff from Remy's gloved hands. Before he knew it the thief found himself lifted by the collar of his tight black shirt and slammed into the nearest brick wall. "Why were you near that construction site.. what does Magneto want with it!?"

"Magneto.. what makes y' tink hes in dis?" He cringed as Wolverine banged him against the solid wall again.

"Don't play games with me, I know a lackey when I see one bub." He bared his teeth with another hoarse snarl.

"Bet y' know a fist when y' see one too." Without hesitation Gambit used one of his free hands, belting the X-man in the face with a heavy fist. He pulled free as Logan stumbled back a pace or two. Reaching into his pocket as the bad-tempered man dove back towards him he managed to slip away, leaving the four of diamonds as a not so sweet present where he was standing. The Alcoyte didn't stop running as he snatched up his staff and used it to catapult himself over the wall, hearing the loud explosion from behind him. Landing in crouch position on the outter side of the wall, Remy Lebeau stood up straight adjusting one of his gloves with a smile. "Ah.. well, I reckon dat hes glad t' 'ave dat healin factor."

With a well achieved grin, the thief pulled a cigarette from his pocket. Cupping his left hand over it he let it light, then threw the match lifelessly to the ground. Remy began walking, taking a drag, and then only looking back once with a sly smirk as he let the smoke escape between his lips. Perhaps it was instinct, but really it was most likely that he happened to look back towards where he was walking in time to see the trash can get pitched in his direction. Ducking the attack he stood up seeing Cyclops and Jean heading his way.

"Mon Dieu, where do y' people come from." More than annoyed that not only would Magneto have his head for being late back at the base, but now he had to deal with two more X-men, he discarded his cigarette along with four charged playing cards. Then with all the speed he felt he needed, the Cajun made an imposing dash before hearing the second detonation of the morning.

Dallas walked along the corridor deciding to give up on her search for a certain Cajun thief. After hearing the sound of 'booms' and 'thuds' she decided she'd have a look in the storage room. Her violet orbs skimmed the metal room, filled with boxes and crates. Then there was Piotr Rasputin, the whole-hearted Russian that was ..just there. Leaning up against the doorway Dallas shook her head watching the enormous man load certain boxes, while just moving the others. And yet everyday since she had arrived at Magneto's base she had to ask herself.. why somebody like Colossus would even think of being here.

"Have you seen Remy?" The Russian wiped his forehead, his metal membrane fading away to reveal his tanned skin.

"You've asked me that six times in the past two hours."

"Have I?" Her eyes glittered as he took another breath wiping his temple again.

"Don't you have a hobby or something?" Not bothering to use his mutation the massive man lifted a vast crate, exposing his substantial and solid muscular built. Flipping a purple lock from in front of her face Dallas smiled, deciding that maybe, perhaps she was just a bit bored.

"..Shadow Puppets." Piotr set the box onto the back of a truck looking back with a small chuckle. "What about you?" Lifting a smaller one he set it atop the first. Now standing next to her large comrade, the young girl observed him as he scanned the wear abouts of the left over crates.

"..Well.. of course.." Breathing a bit heavy as he replied he nodded looking down at her, "..Moving boxes." She laughed, it was mostly funny because he was pretty serious.

"Bonjour mes amies." The two caught glimpse of the Cajun boy as he passed the room in a hurry.

"I believe the prominent flirt has returned."

"So it would seem." She sighed with a small nod.

The fire-obsessed teen buckled his black belt over his orange and red suit as he walked down the hall. It wasn't usual when Magneto called a complete meeting, well unless he wanted to lecture them. But in anycase it technacally wouldn't be a full meeting, considering Sabortooth was out on personal bussiness. John figured it was most likely a revenge plot on Wolverine. Entering the room the conference was held in, he took a seat next to the beautiful new recruit.

"..Gambit I'm hoping you've got pleasing news for me." The master of magnetism's voice boomed gathering every Alcoytes' attention. The Cajun pushed from his lean on the wall.

"Deres at least ten beams.. dats 'bout," He paused making a motion with his mouth as he counted in his head, "... 8,000 pounds when melted t'gether."

"Its not enough." Lehnsherr slammed his strong fist against the metal table top in front of him. Standing up he turned violiently, his flowing cape flapping behind him. Stroking his chin in thought he gazed out the window before him.

"This 'Sytaynium metal'.. why is it so important?" Pyro arched an eyebrow as he crossed his arms.

"Sytaynium is the newest form of metal built. Its made like silicon, built like a rock, as breakable as diamond, but yet as flexable as any easy bending metal." Magneto faced his lackeys again determination built in his stern expression. "Can't you imagine.. what we could do with that material.. what I'm going to do?" Dallas let out a jagged breath as he eyed her. "Your the computer 'expert'.. find me the next shipment's location. The rest of you get me the metal at the site." Recieving an obidient nod from Dallas, a nod from John and Piotr, and a simple shuffle of cards from the thief, the leader drifted from the room.

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i no that was boring. my apologies. i promise it wont be like that the whole time. my stories always start boring... err .. i think. ok just review please -