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characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.

xXx=POV change

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Remy needed to blow off some steam. He went into his room and changed into shorts and sneakers, wrapping a bandanna around his head. He grabbed a few hard rock CDs and headed down to the new gym room they had added a couple months ago as a result of the guys whining and Peter's own wish to have a place to work out.

Moments later he was hitting the punching bag with music blaring. Things shouldn't be this hard.
He wanted Molly and now he could tell by her flirty looks that Vanessa wanted _him_.
How was he going to work this out?

Remy was startled to see little Meggan standing there. Her butterfly like wings almost sparkled in the florescent light. Remy turned off the music. "Petite? What are you doing down here?"

"I heard your music. I had a bad dream," Meggan looked at him. Remy led her to the bench and pulled on a shirt. "What kind of bad dream?"

"I dreamt I was back on the island and monsters were chasing me because I was trying to escape," Meggan said.
She had been one of the few orphaned mutants they had taken in back when they had had to rescue Remy on Sinisters island. She had tried to escape a couple times, but had been taken back by his men who did resemble monsters.

"Well I know one way to forget bad dreams-cookies and milk," Remy smiled.

He led her back upstairs to the kitchen. "Why were you down there anyway?" Meggan asked.

"I felt like exercising," Remy shrugged.

"At night?" Meggan said.

The girl was young, not stupid.

"Just dealing with some stuff. Grown-up problems," Remy said.

"Romance, yuck! That stuff is icky!" Meggan made a face.

"I used to think that too at your age," Remy smiled.

Meggan finished her cookies and went back to bed.
"That was very sweet of you," Vanessa said coming into the kitchen.

"Vanessa...you found your way to the kitchen?" Remy questioned.
"Mr. Mcoy was nice enough to give me directions," Vanessa said.
She went to the clear cabinet and took out a glass, filling it with water. She drank a little. Vanessa put the glass down and got closer to Remy.

Remy noticed that she was much taller then Molly, the top of Vanessas head stopping just a little below his chin.

"We should go out sometime," Vanessa said.

Forceful, wasn't she.

"Uh...we just met. I really don't think that's the best idea," Remy said.

"Why not? I know that Molly twit isn't your girlfriend. We should go out.
I have passports to Paris, Italy, England..." Vanessa said.

Molly was not a twit. Now he really didn't like Vanessa.

"I'm busy," Remy all but shoved passed her and went to his room.

"It looks like Vanessa is really into you. She's pretty hot. You should make a move," Bobby elbowed Remy after catching up to him the next morning.

"She's okay, but I've seen prettier," Remy said, "Besides, natural beauty can look more appealing."

As they walked into the girls wing two doors adjacent of each other opened. On the right, Vanessa came out smelling of vanilla and freschia, looking like the model that she was. She looked very cheery and had a spring in her step.

On the left Molly shuffled out of her room looking less then rosy. Her eyes were watering and her nose was red and running. "Ahh-blaschhhoo!" Molly sneezed, her tongue getting in the way.

The boys stopped in their tracks and stared. "That's a little too natural for me. You're on your own, lady killer," Bobby backed away and practically ran from the scene.

"Good morning _Remy_," Vanessa flirted.

"M-CHOO!-'morning Remy," Molly said, wiping her nose.

"Uh, 'Morning," Remy smiled slowly. He decided to focus on Molly and deal with Vanessa later.
"Petite, what's wrong? You catch a cold?"

"No. It's my allergies. Sometimes they act up from pollen...or a lot of perfume," Molly glared at Vanessa, "My nose is really itchy and I can't stop sneezing. I feel awful."

"You should go back to bed. I can bring you breakfast," Remy smiled, leaning down close. "Uh...okay. Thanks. That's really sweet of you," Molly went back into her room and shut the door.
The second that happened, Vanessa was attached to Remy like a flea on a dog.
"We're finally alone," she smiled. "Sorry...I gotta go," Remy tried to slip past her, but she blocked his path.

"Forget about her. We can spend the day at the beach or something," Vanessa smiled.
"I've got responsibilities here. I couldn't," Remy said. He made a break for the staircase.

Remy went back upstairs after getting breakfast for Molly and himself.
Maybe if they ate alone together, one of them could get the words out.

Remy had just opened the door a crack when he heard,
"...Breathe through your mouth. No, turn the other way. You have to lay still,"

Kurt's voice.

What were they...?

Remy opened the door to see a humidifier on, and several herbal remedies on the floor.
Not to mention Molly seemed to be in some weird yoga-like position with Kurt standing next to her bed and holding what looked liked smelling salts over her.

"Do I want to know?" Remy asked.

"Er...just...old German home remedies," Molly said as she looked embarrassed since her legs were almost over her head and the rear of her pants were the only thing visible.

"I got breakfast for whenever you're finished," Remy explained.

"Kurt, I don't think this is working any way," Molly said, sounding a little stuffed up.

"Maybe later," Kurt nodded. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

Remy had an urge to kick Kurt out, but he couldn't. Remy took a seat on the other side of Molly and gave her the plate. They ate quietly.

"Uh...how's Vanessa?" MOlly asked.

"Okay I guess. Won't leave me alone though,"

"I guess you two are inseparable-wait, you don't like her?" Molly said.

"Not really. She's too clingy and acts like we've known each other forever or something."

"Hmm. Weird," Molly said simply.

They went on talking about other things. Who had plans for the day and what everyone had been doing that week. Kurt eventually left the room, but his presence had spoiled Remys upbeat mood.

"We should go somewhere this week. Drive out to New York or something," Remy said.

"Uh...why?" Molly questioned.

"I've never seen The Statue of Liberty, and I'm sure you've never seen it.
You could go shopping. We could make a day of it," Remy said.

"Sounds fun, but I'm sure we'd have or someone along watching our every move," Molly sighed.

"You sound disappointed," Remy smirked, "Maybe you want me all to yourself.
Or maybe you're afraid I'd steal a kiss while we're watching the New York high rise."

Molly blushed. "I-I just think it's silly we need chaperones at our age."

Remy put an arm around her. "So you do want me all to yourself, _bien belle ange_?"

"Sha-ah-CHOO!-shush!" Molly sneezed, "You know what I mean. Mr. Mcoy would be pointing out architecture the whole time and dragging us to museums."

"So? We could ditch them," Remy smiled.

"And get then lost," Molly said.

"You're so negative. We'd be fine. We'd be _alone_," Remy raised his eyebrows, looking flirtatious.

"Wanna get smacked?" Molly growled.

"You're cute when you're angry," Remy marveled.

SMACK!

The little slap on his arm didn't hurt at all.