Bored247: aha! Go and do your math's homework! I don't do any homework, just become a teachers pet and they let you off anything! Lol! Thank you for your comments though, much appreciated!

Dark Anmie Love: Thanks, took me ages to think of a half-decent name, and I kinda like fade too. Aha! Remy, King of clubs! That was good, made me laugh some!

Chica de Los Ojos café: Yeah, that is another fic down the drain, but be fair, it wasn't exactly a good fic was it? Now I've told you before, Bella and the Flirt needs to stay! I have to know how it ends! I really really do!

Evolutionstripes: It is most defiantly a Romy! I'm, quite hurt you'd think otherwise. It pains me to write Remy in love with Jean, it really does, but it's necessary for the plot and the Romyness, If you do not see, then you will!

Grenwhich: Thanks, glad someone appreciates me not giving too much away, some of the others who've been around for longer get annoyed with it, but this is supposed to be a lighter sort of fic, contrasting with a few of my others. I quite like the way Kitty turned out, It was hard for me to write something like that though, Kitty doesn't really have a big part in any of my other stories, I generally stick to writing Rogue, Wanda and Mystique, darker characters you know?

IvyZoe: I knew that you of all people wouldn't like the Remy/Jean thing, I hate it personally, but I can't avoid it for the story sake. Oh well, Rogue's back now so 'Whoo hoo!'

Chapter 2

Home Again

This is the right thing. This is the right thing. This is the right thing. This is…

Oh lord no it isn't, It can't be right. If it were right I'd be more prepared, not shaking in my Jimmy Choo shoes.

I look down in my hands at the magazine Betsy gave me an hour ago, without knowing it I'd torn and twisted it to pieces. She'll have a go at me for that later.

Without looking at me Emma tosses a chewing gum in my lap. I pick it up, unwrap it and chew gratefully, looking around for somewhere to dispose of the wrapper.

My gaze lands on Pete, bless him, who's sleeping peacefully next to me. Fingers twitching, I smirk. My hands, almost of their own accord creep up to the open neckline of his shirt where the first few buttons are undone.

Quick as lightning (with Pietro's help of course) I stuff the chewing gum wrapper down his shirt and Pete, who's always been overly sensitive, twitches and squirms.

His fidgeting catches Betsy's attention, diverting her from the book I know she's read at least six times before. She throws me a questioning glance and I stick out my tongue, showing her the chewing gum nestled on the end. She grins and dives into her bag, withdrawing a ballpoint pen.

I cock an eyebrow and we share an evil look.

She's effectively distracted me and right now I couldn't be gladder she was my best friend.

XxX

"That's it! That's the plane!"

"Deiu Kitty, y' say dat 'vrytime a new plane lands, Remy don' even believe y' no more."

"This time I'm sure! I know I am! Oh my gosh what will they say when they lean I knew about this! The thought makes me want to burst out laughing! None of the others would dream of doing this and I have. Even though I'm the youngest of them all!"

She still wasn't saying like, and Remy was getting scared. He hadn't asked her to be quiet though, his brain told him it was because he liked her so. But deep down he knew it was because he was just as nervous as she was.

Actually he was a great deal more nervous. Did she know he'd only joined because at that time he believed himself head over heels for her? If she did, how would she handle the fact that it was he who'd come to collect her?

But just as much as he wished she didn't have an inkling of his affection that had never quite died away, he desperately wanted her to know that he had lo…liked her, because maybe she'd felt the same way, and if that was so…

He was driving himself crazy with all these 'maybes'. But if she had felt the same way, maybe she too had found trouble letting go. And if she had found trouble letting go, maybe they could even…

He shook the ridicule notion from his brain. He was too in love with Jean to think of anything like that.

Perfect Jean, with her long red hair. Beautiful Jean, with her smiling green eyes and overwhelming care and affection. Wonderful Jean, who had always been so nice to him when he first joined the X-Men, even though he was an Acolyte, even though he kidnapped Rogue, even though he could never deserve friends like them…

He became aware that Kitty had stopped talking abruptly and was staring at the entrance to gate four, entranced.

Following her line of vision he caught sight of three people. A small, curvy blonde was arguing with a purple-haired Asian looking woman, apparently over who's Armarni bag was whose.

But the real thing that had apparently caught Kitty's attention was a tall dark haired man holding a cigar, a very artistic illustration of a dragon crawling up his neck, the tongue licking his lobe. His astonishing blue gaze (dunno much bout Pete, but I love him so he had to be included, are his eyes blue?) staring heatedly at a tall, curvy woman in his arms.

The woman was Rogue.

But it was Rogue like he'd never seen her, with bronzed skin and little make-up. A Rogue with a head full of wild Auburn curls that was swept across her shoulder, the shock of white at the front shorter and straighter then the rest.

A Rogue with powerful, muscled AB's and arms, a Rogue that filled out the entire outfit of an off the shoulder, golden-lined green chiffon top and matching skirt that flowed around her knees.

A Rogue that was trailing a long manicured finger down the unbuttoned chest of a man without gloves.

A Rogue that then leaned in and kissed said man on the lips while she cooed to him.

XxX

'Fade' rolled her eyes as she removed her bag from the carry-shelve-thing above her. Pete just wouldn't stop.

Half an hour ago he'd awoken to find Betsy and Rogue leaning over him, a pen in Rogue's hand, grinning like Cheshire Cats.

Rogue had always had a particular talent with a pen, and delighted in giving people makeshift tattoos. So seeing them above him, heads cocked as though criticizing something, he feared the worst.

Eyes widening, his hand had flown to his neck but Betsy had slapped it away saying coldly, "Stop it dinlow, you don't want to smudge it!"

Realizing his worst nightmare had come true he'd demanded a mirror, and they'd been more then happy to oblige. It wasn't that bad, at least she hadn't written 'nimrod' in permanent marker like she had to that guy who was rude to her.

In fact it was quite good, the dragon curled around his neck, the tail disappearing inside his shirt. The body wrapped round the back of his neck and the mouth stopped just below his ear. The eyes were dark and greedy, gleaming and appearing to be alive. In fact he might get her to do it for real one day in the far, far off future.

But for now he would be angry with them, just because he felt like it. When Pete Wisdom decided to be mad, he did it properly. He'd moaned ever since he saw it.

But whilst the other two girls were arguing over bags, Fade had turned to him.

"Petey, darlin' don't you like the dragon I drew?"

Oh go no. Not the puppy dog eyes. He averted his gaze, knowing if he looked at her he'd give. Goddamn affection!

She smiled and batted her eyelashes, looking down coyly. "Ah only drew 'cause Ah thought ya might like it."

She trailed her finger down his chest. "Why ain't ya lookin' at meh? Are ya mad?"

Oh god, he thought, she never did listen to a word I said. But she thought he was mad, he couldn't have that, of course he couldn't.

Sighing he looked at her, she pouted cutely, then whispered sultrily "Do ya still love meh?"

He couldn't help it, his lip twitched. He tried to first fight it, then hide it. And failed at both.

"'Course I do." He replied jauntily. "But you should ask before ya do these fings ya know."

"Ah know." She quipped, winking cheekily and kissing him lightly and softly on the lips. "But then where would be the fun?"

As she moved to turn away he held her in place. "Look." He said quietly, couldn't let anyone think he'd gone soft on her could he? "I know you're all worried about this 'big meeting'." He used quotation marks for the last two words. "But I'm here for you all right? Don't panic, if it all goes awful (it shouldn't but if it does) we'll just go back to England okay?"

She bit her lip and raised her eyebrow. "Promise?"

He gave her a half grin and a wink. "Have I ever lied to you?"

She gave him a skeptical look, "weeeeelllll…"

He turned grumpy again. "Forget I asked."

A hand landed on each of their shoulders, "I hate to break up this 'brother sister moment' but it appears you have an audience."

Looking away from Betsy the two discovered she was right. About five feet away stood Remy and Kitty, both gaping shamelessly.

"Ohhh."

Emma leaned in and whispered. "Am I right in thinking that that guy is the one you plan to get 'lover-boy' back with?"

Speechless, she nodded.

"He's hot."

Emma waved Betsy's comment away like it was nothing, though mentally agreeing with her.

"Am I also right in thinking that you're little scene with Peter here might have given him the wrong impression and now conduction of operation 'split-Jean-and-Scott-apart' with have to commence sooner then we'd originally thought, like now for example?"

Quick scans of Kitty and Remy's brain proved to her that, as always, her beautiful British friend was right.

xXx

All right, my chapters are still short; I'll have to work on makin them longer. And Remy is not completly in love with Jean, he has affection for her a he mistook it for love. Because in joining the mansion and finding Rogue had left he was heartbroken, as well he should be. So when Jean was the only one being nice to him when he was down, out and onthe rebound he beleived himself in love with her, that's all.

Just to clear something up, I don't know if Emma is actually British, when I first heard of her she was, and then she was from Boston and then New York and so on and so forth. But even if she wasn't British then she is now because of three reasons. One is because it fits with my story, two is because I felt like it but mostly because I am British and so British people are easier for me to write, just so ya know ;).

Another thing, Pete is quite difficult for me to write (despite the fact that he's British ;)) because I don't know all that much about him. Like he has got blue eyes right? And he is quite a bit older then Kitty? And if not well, oh well, no worries this is fanfiction and he is now. :)

Even so, if you have any pointers for me at all regarding these characters, there's a little, mauvish -purplish-lilacish button down there where you drop me hints and comments :D