Authors Note: So I was bored and decieded to make a website for my fan fiction characters. The url is .com/ . I had some trouble viewing it with Internet Explorer but I know it works fine with Firefox. :) Anyway, on to the story!


Charles looked up as the door to his office opened. Remy poked his head inside and smiled at him. Charles put the book that he had been reading down and smiled. "Why hello, Remy. It's a pleasure to see you again."

Remy walked into the room and sat in one of the leather chairs facing Charles. The same chair that Bianca had been seated in not so long before. "What new, Charles?"

Charles smiled wryly. "I can read your mind, Remy. Why don't you just ask about her?"

Remy smiled, somewhat embarrassed. "A'right. Tell me about her den!"

"She and her niece are being pursued by…someone. She refuses to tell me, despite the fact that she does indeed know who is after her. Her niece is powerful. So powerful, in fact, that she broke through Cerebro to contact me. While I was looking for you."

Remy looked up. It unnerved him, but he didn't let it show. "Spyin' on me, Charles?" His voice was good humored, despite his apprehension.

"Looking out for you. Anyway, I brought them here until I can figure out who is after them. My decision hasn't made everyone happy, I'm afraid." Charles clasped his hands together and leaned forward on his desk.

Remy leaned back in his chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. "Logan?"

"None other. Perhaps you can talk to him while you're here? He has been quite…moody since the episode at the Statue of Liberty."

"I'll try but I'm not promisin' nothin', mon amie. Can't do it tonigh', though."

Charles raised an eyebrow. "Busy?"

Remy stood and stretched again. That smile flashed. "Got a date."


"We have word on where she will be tonight."

"The girl?"

"No. Bianca."

"Good. Make sure you don't fuck it up like you did before. I want her here. Alive."


Bianca was nervous. She wanted to throw up. Actually, she hoped she would throw up so she could say she was sick and not have to go. But Izzy would hear nothing of it. She was going and that was that. The little girl sat on Bianca's bed, watching her get ready. She would make a face if she didn't like the outfit that Bianca presented and gave a thumbs-up to what she thought would do. Bianca ended up in a classic black dress that fell to mid thigh, her long hair in soft curls down her back.

Bianca felt self conscious. She had lived in jeans and tee shirts for the past four years. Now she had to be a lady and she was clueless. "Izzy, maybe I should stay here with you. We can have a girl's night, hm?"

Izzy shook her head vehemently. "Nope. Me and Jean are having a girls night. You are going on a date!" As if on cue, a knock came from the door. Izzy squealed and raced to open the door. Bianca wished she could be as excited as her niece.

Izzy threw open the door and smiled up at Remy. "You look very nice!"

Remy indeed did look sharp. In crisp black pants and a black long sleeve shirt, he held himself with a self assured confidence that Bianca felt from across the room. He caught her eye. Damn those butterflies. Izzy bounced across the room and grabbed Bianca's hand, pulling her to the door. "Go! You're on a date now!"


With Izzy safely in Jean's hands for the night, Bianca and Remy made their way to a restaurant situated in a small town near the mansion. The car ride there consisted mostly of Remy talking, something that he was good at and didn't mind doing. Now, seated in a dim corner of the restaurant, Bianca felt more relaxed around him. She found herself laughing and smiling in a way that she thought was lost to her.

After ordering their meals, a silence fell over the pair. Remy didn't mind talking, but he wanted to know more about this mysterious woman who Charles was protecting. In true Remy fashion, he decided to be as forward as possible. "What you hidin' from?"

Bianca froze in mid-sip, her grip tightening on the glass in her hand. Slowly, she lowered it to the table. "What?"

"Charles told me someone is chasing you, ma cherie. What are you hiding from?"

Bianca lowered her gaze, pulling back into herself. Of course nothing could be easy. Why had she let her guard down? Why had she agreed to this date? Sure, Remy was funny and intelligent and charming. But was he worth the trouble? She already had to worry about herself and Izzy. Was there room for anyone else in her life? She looked back up at him and felt his gaze burn through her. He looked at her without judgment. Without any preconceived notions about her. He was genuinely concerned. Somehow, after just meeting her, he was truly interested in her and her life.

"My sister's father-in-law is involved in some extremely shady stuff. He had her and her husband killed and tried to get custody of Izzy. But I got her and ever since, he's been after her. He knows how strong her powers are and wants to use her to his own advantage. He's had his people follow us everywhere. We moved more times than I can count, just to stay one step ahead of him." Despite how comfortable she felt around him, Bianca couldn't let herself go into details. She didn't trust Remy that much.

"Why you not just face them, once an' for all?"

Bianca was confused by his response. What did he mean, 'face them'? Then it hit her.

"O-oh. I'm…I don't…my sister was the one with powers. I'm not a mutant. I'm just…me." She looked down at her lap, twisting the fabric of the tablecloth in her fingers. She was afraid to look back up at Remy. Maybe he thought she was weak now, because she didn't have any special powers. 'You're just a waste. You don't have any powers.' Callie's words came rushing back to Bianca and her throat tightened. So that was it. The one chance that she had for a somewhat normal relationship was ruined. As usual.

Finally, Bianca couldn't take the silence anymore. "Look, I know what you must have thought and I'm really sorry that I misled you. I should have told you. I mean, I was at a school for mutants and everyone else has powers. And I'm just really…sorry and I don't really know what else to say." She looked back up at Remy, silent this whole time.

He was looking at her, his eyes still containing that shine that seemed ever present. The corners of his mouth angled upward. "It don' matter, cherie. You don' need powers to impress Remy."

Bianca blinked. He was definitely too good to be true. Remy flashed her a smile. "You ok, petite?"

"Yeah….yeah I am." She smiled back, her face lighting up. Remy felt a strange twist in his stomach. Unlike the handful of women he had been involved with recently, he actually felt something for her. He had known her for a matter of hours, yet he felt protective over her. Strange.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the restaurant changed. Remy felt it heavily, the danger that was coming. He swept the room with his eyes, trying not to appear as if he knew that anything was wrong at all. Bianca wasn't fooled. Her heart started to pound, a reaction that was so familiar to her that she felt strange when her heart wasn't pounding. She too looked around the restaurant. "I think we should go," she said quietly.

"Tha' might not be a bad idea," Remy agreed. Before they could stand, the front door of the restaurant blew open. The bay window next to the door also shattered, showering the inside of the building with pieces of glass. The few people who were in the restaurant screamed and started a mad dash for the exit. Bianca's heart sank. This was another familiar scene to her. She was thankful that Izzy wasn't there to witness it. Again.

Remy stood as three people stepped through the broken glass, his hands in his pockets. He gripped the playing cards that he always kept on him tightly, charging them if—when—he needed to use them. Bianca also stood, her heart pounding so hard she was afraid it would explode.

The four individuals stopped just inside the restaurant. Three men and a woman. All not much older than Bianca. One of the men, tall with dark brown hair impeccably styled, looked directly at Bianca. "Hello my dear. It's been so long, how have you been?"

"Perfectly fine, Joshua. And you?" Her voice was polite and flat, not indicating the fear she was feeling.

The man smiled, sly and snake like. His gaze focused on Remy. "And what do we have here? Is this your new boyfriend? I must say, your taste has really gone downhill since you were involved with me."

Remy's jaw tightened at the insult. Bianca's face reddened. She never wanted to think about the relationship between her and Joshua again. "Fuck off." She felt immature, throwing such a high school insult at him. But what other weapon did she have, other than her words?

Joshua's eyes turned steely. "Do you really want this to be difficult? I don't know if you can count, but it's four against two, baby doll. If I wanted you dead, I could make it happen."

Remy's hand gripped his cards tighter. "I don' think so."

Joshua laughed, as cocky as Bianca had ever seen him. "Oh really? And what makes you think that you could stop me?" Without responding, Remy pulled a card out of his pocket and with incredible accuracy, hurled it at the group. It exploded in a bright flash, knocking them backward. Bianca looked at him, wide eyed.

"So that's your power, huh?" Remy smiled at her then turned his attention back to his enemy. None of the group was hurt badly, but then again, he hadn't been aiming to kill.

Joshua glared at him. "You just made a huge mistake." His tone chilled Bianca. She had heard it before, usually before he killed or maimed someone. She scooted around the table and gripped Remy's arm. He looked down at her, surprised.

Joshua took advantage of Remy's distraction. He grasped his female companion's shoulder and in an instant they were both standing next to Bianca and Remy. Remy took out another card but Joshua pushed him back, using all of his body strength. Bianca's throat tightened. "No!" She started for them but felt a hand on her wrist. She turned and saw the woman, her eyes rolled back in her head. Bianca ripped her hand away but the woman, alert now, smiled at her.

Joshua locked eyes with the other companion, a black haired man in a grey suit. The man nodded and opened his mouth. A piercing noise spread out over the restaurant. A sharp pain exploded in Bianca's head. She covered her ears but the noise still penetrated. She began to feel dizzy, weak from the pain that made her head feel like it was splitting open. Dropping to the floor, she looked at Remy. He seemed to be in pain as well, but was holding one of his cards in his hand. Throwing it, this time to injure, he hit the man who was screaming. As the noise stopped, Bianca closed her eyes and laid her head down on the floor. The silence was heavy. She didn't want to open her eyes, was afraid of what she would see. Were they still there? Just playing a cruel game of cat and mouse with her? Was Remy hurt? Was she hurt?

A wave of hopelessness washed over her. Maybe she wanted to be hurt. Maybe she would be better off if she had a fatal wound. Izzy was in experienced hands now. She could stay at the school, learn how to use her powers. She didn't need Bianca anymore. Bianca let her body go limp, trying to imagine what being dead must be like. Holding her breathe, she willed her heartbeat to slow down. Stop. Stop.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Bianca sprung back to life. She sat up and scooted back, not sure who was touching her. She felt foolish when she saw that it was only Remy, bent down. She looked around, realizing that the restaurant was empty. 'Joshua must have gotten them out,' she thought to herself.

"Are you alrigh'," Remy asked, his voice filled with worry. He wanted to leave, be long gone before the police arrived at the scene.

"Yeah, I'm fine." That phrase had escaped her mouth so many times that the words no longer meant anything. Fights with Callie. Being attacked with Izzy. Every single instance that she was in danger. I'm fine. Don't let anyone see that there is vulnerability. Bianca had put up a wall, largely for Izzy's sake. If she said she was fine, then there must not be anything wrong. Right? Right.


Little Bianca. That's what everyone had called her, even into her early teen years. She was small, had looked like she was two or three years younger than what she actually was. Little Zookeeper was what her parents called. As a small child, Bianca had taken to animals like no one had ever seen. She could calm a riled dog in seconds, coax the feral cat to come out for some cuddle time.

Susan, the girls' mother, had been convinced that her youngest daughter had the power to communicate with animals. Callie had powers, after all. What made Bianca any different? When she was three years old, she had told her mother that the family cat was sad because it missed its friend, another cat named Smoky who had died six months before Bianca had been born. Susan was ecstatic; after all, she herself was a powerful mutant and she wanted both of her girls to be as well.

Bianca stopped talking about the animal's feelings and thoughts when she turned five. No one really noticed. Callie's power had begun to get stronger and Susan and Alan were busy honing their eldest daughter's gift. But Bianca didn't stop talking to the animals. She just stopped talking to the people in her life about it.

She would sit for hours talking to Jasper, the bloodhound who would die when she was nine years old. She didn't tell anyone about it, since everyone had assumed that her powers had disappeared, vanished somehow. And they did start to disappear. Slowly, she stopped feeling emotions coming from the animals around her. She couldn't discern what they were thinking about. Animals became just that: animals. Her friends who had once been so important to her became mute and just looked at her, with eyes pleading for her to talk back to them.

Leading up to Jasper's death, he was the only one who could get through to her. His emotions surged through Bianca, surprising her when it happened. He didn't think about his sickness or his impending death. He was glad that his pain would soon be over. But he worried about his friend. She was losing her powers. But why?

The day that Jasper died was the last day that Bianca had talked to an animal. The memory of power slowly faded, until it started to become a memory of pretending to talk to animals. Nobody ever questioned it. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.