Kitty led Anna back into her Anna back into her room. She took out a set of clothes that were dry and laid them on her bed.

"We were so worried, Anna. We didn't know what happened to you. Logan's been out looking for you." Kitty said, sighing. "That man is such a papa bear around here. I don't know what we'd do without him."

Anna stayed silent. "Doesn't matter to me. Not like I'd ever know what happened to me, with or without him."

"Anna, you know we can't tell you until-" Kitty was cut off rudely by Anna.

"Yeah, yeah. I know the drill. You can't tell me the truth until I'm 18. Well, I'm sick of it."

Kitty smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, but if I told you the truth, I'd be turned into cat food."

Anna rolled her eyes, "That was a horrible pun."

"So, where were you at for so long?" Kitty asked, changing the subject.

Anna grabbed the clothes and went inside her bathroom. "Um, I got lost on the way back."

"Somehow, I don't buy into that. Who gave you that jacket?"

"I, uh, found it." Anna lied.

"So you decide to complain about us not telling you the truth, but you're doing the same."

Anna came out of the bathroom in her nightgown and sat down in front her dresser. "I was no where. Wanda, Rahne, and I were all helping to save some slaves at an auction, then I lost my way..."

"That's not what Wanda told me. She said you ran off with some man. And Rahne told me she's seen him before with you." Kitty said coming behind her with a hair brush.

Anna sighed, "I don't exactly know him. He just keeps showing up at the wrong times."

"Seems like you've got someone under your spell, Anna." Kitty said, brushing out Anna's wet hair.

Anna laughed, "I'm not Wanda." She sighed, "No, if he only knew...if he only knew he wouldn't be chasing after me."

Kitty stopped brushing her hair and looked down at Anna. She held onto Anna's covered shoulders sternly, "Anna look at me. You are beautiful and have an amazing personality. Just because you have that little quirk, doesn't mean you are doomed to be alone the rest of your life."

Anna sighed, "I know you're only trying to help, Kitty. But do you seriously refer to my curse as a little quirk?"

"We all have our issues. I walk through walls-"

"That's not a quirk or an issue. That's a gift. What I have is nothing but a curse." Anna said glaring at her hands.

Kitty sighed. "I'll try to talk to you more when you're not in such a stubborn mood." She opened the door and looked at Anna one more time before leaving.

Anna felt tears well in her eyes. "Don't cry. Crying is only for the weak." She mumbled. Then she looked at her hands and started sobbing.

"It's not fair. It's just not fair!" She muttered between sobs.

"What isn't fair, chere?"

She yelped and chucked her hairbrush at the intruder.

"Mon Dieu! That hurt! Is that how you treat all guests?" Remy held his forehead. "Am I bleeding?"

"You! What do you think you're doing here? If they catch you in here they'll kill you!" Anna whisper shouted, ignoring his outburst.

Remy looked at her. "Why have you been crying?"

Anna snifled, "I don't cry. Crying is only for the weak."

"That's just what the one's who are too proud say." Remy said taking his hand off fore-head, seeing as how he wasn't bleeding. He'd probably wake up in the morning with a big bruise on his head, though.

Anna gauked at him, "The nerve! You burst into my home unwelcomed and insult me. You are the most annoying human being I have ever had the dis-pleasure of encountering!"

"Love you too." Remy said, picking up a book lying around. "You read that Shakesphere man's work?"

Anna snatched the book out of his hands, "Yes, the man has a way with words. Got a problem with it?"

"No. Everyone just makes a big fuss over it. It'll die down in a couple of years." Remy said shrugging and jumping on her bed.

"What do you think you're doing?" Anna whisper shouted.

"Sitting on your bed." Remy said simply.

"Get off! You're soiling my sheets!"

Remy held up his hands in defense and got off, "Wow, chere. You're so up-tight."

"It is no concern how high strong I am. Now get out." Anna said, pointing to the window.

"Why?" Remy asked, leaning against the wall.

"Because you're annoying me."

"Why?"

"Because you act like a child and I would really like for you to leave me alone."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't stop saying 'why' I'm going to castrate you." Anna said annoyed.

"You're pretty when you're angery."

Anna sighed, "Please leave. I never beg, but you've left me no choice. Either you leave now or I bring Loga-er, my father in here and he'll kill you."

"Seems like you're concered, cherie." Remy said, smirking.

Anna scoffed, "Oh please, you are so full of yourself. I just don't want to get yelled at by him and then have to clean the blood and guts on my floor."

Remy gave her a look taht clearly read, "I don't believe you."

"You never did answer my question. Why were you crying?" Remy asked.

Anna got up and stalked up to him, "You want to know why I'm upset? I'll tell you, maybe you'll leave me alone!"

"I won't annoy you anymore." Remy promised her.

Anna looked down at her gloved hands and sighed, "You've heard of those mutated people. The one's with the special gifts. You're one. I can tell by your eyes."

Remy nodded for her to go on.

"My curse..."She emphasized the word curse and took off her glove and held up her hand in front of his face. "If I were to touch you right now, you would probably end up dead. Whenever I have skin to skin contact with someone, they go comatose. I absorb memories, thoughts, powers even, and a little part of you stays in my mind forever."

She put her glove back on and looked up at Remy. His face was mixture of shock and sadness.

"You are tragically beautiful, ma chere." Remy said.

Anna sighed, "Now that you've heard that, will you now leave?"

"I said I'd stop annoying you, not leave." Remy said, pulling a chair and leaing in it.

"What do I have to do to get you leave?" Anna said, shoulders slumping.

Remy thought for a moment. "Meet me again tomorrow."

"What? Why would I do that? I'm trying to get rid of you not share your company."

"Either that or I don't leave."

Anna could hear footsteps coming upstairs, "Fine, fine, whatever. Just go!"

Remy bowed, grabbed her gloved hand and planted a kiss on it. "Until tomorrow, ma belle." Remy then jumped out of the window and hid in the shadows.

Anna heard a knock on the door. She sighed in relief, thinking it was only Irene or something. She opened the door and was shocked to find Logan on the other side.

"I hear you were gone for quite a bit, Stripes." Logan said.

"Yeah..."

"I don't care about that right now. I'm just glad you're ok." Logan then took that opportunity to throw Anna off gaurd by hugging her. "You scared me half to death when you didn't come back home. Don't ever take off like that without telling me."

Logan let her go and Anna just stared at him, "So does this mean I'm not in trouble?"

Logan barked a laugh. "You've never been in more trouble in your life."

Anna groaned and Logan went on, "You're ground for 4 months, have to do all the chores with Kurt, and you're now Kitty's new taste-tester in the kitchen."

Anna's eyes widened, "No. No! Anything but that!"

"Serves you right for scaring everyone. The only good side to you leaving was those slaves being freed. Promise me you won't go out tomorrow, Anna."

Anna thought for a moment. He was referring to Anna. And in her line of thinking, he wasn't talking to Owen, The Rogue, or Priscilla. So it would make sense for one of them to go out, but not Anna.

"Ok, Logan. Anna promises she won't go outside." Anna said in third person.

"That goes for The Rogue and Owen as well."

He didn't metion Priscilla, Anna noticed. Her plan is genious. If she just shows up once, then he'd leave her alone.

"Yes, sir." Anna said.

As Logan made his way to the door, he stopped and looked at her, "Oh, and you're on Kitty's Kitchen Duty for another month for letting a boy in your room. Good-night."

Anna groaned when he left. "Stupid old man."

Logan's voice was heard underneath her room, "Would you like 2 more months?"

"No!" Anna yelled back.

Anna flopped on her bed. She's had a productive day. And it's going to be a miserable few months. "Kitty's food will either put me out of my misery, or put me in misery."