Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of X-Men; I only claim ownership of Tara.

i am so sorry i haven't been updating. i have finals this week and after that my summer starts. i'll be able to update a lot more. Sorry for the wait.

TARA:

"Why don't I just-" "No Azazel." I said interrupting him. "We're not poofing in and taking him." I told him. Alex gave Azazel a look and they just glared at each other.

"Saves us the trouble of doing anything." Alex said, looking away. I sighed and turned to the two. "I would rather not do anything illegal today. We are going in there civilized and we will only talk." I said looking to Azazel.

I love him, I do but I knew his anger.

Both of them sighed but nodded. They wouldn't look at each other now. I swear they're bipolar or something. "You two really hate each other's guts." I said and continued to walk along the streets of Las Vegas.

"You know my reasons." Alex said looking to Azazel with disdain. "Why don't you share. I would love to hear." Azazel said with a growl. I got in between the two.

"Focus on what we're doing." I ordered the two. They both calmed down but the tension in the air was still thick in the air.

"Lord help me…" I muttered and continued walking. "Tara-" "I really don't want to hear it." I told Alex interrupting him. We began making our way towards the houses.

"Want me to go on ahead?" Alex asked me. "Yes." Azazel said. Alex gave him a look but didn't argue with him. He just ran on ahead. I continued walking.

"Tara…"Azazel said. I stopped and turned to him, sighing. "I'm really tired of you two arguing." I told him. He walked over and pulled me into his arms.

This was my Azazel. Soft, caring Azazel…Man I sound like those crappy romance novels.

"I'll always be the ruthless angry man I was before. I've lived like that so long it will never completely go away. You help me…You make me better." He said. I smiled softly.

"I know Azazel. I don't fault you for that. I just don't want it to come to a point where I'll have to choose between you and Alex." I said softly, looking down. Azazel gently lifted my chin so I could look him in the eye.

"I will never make you choose." Azazel promised. I smiled and nodded. "Just try not to start a fight. Please…" I begged. He nodded and kissed my forehead.

"Let's go." He said walking with me. In a few minutes we caught up with Alex. "Finally…" Alex muttered but Azazel stayed calm.

"Well is this it?" I asked. Alex nodded. I took a deep breath. "Let's go." I said. We walked up to the porch.

"Will you do the honors?" I asked Azazel. He knocked on the door three times. I am really glad that I can use the mind hold for this long.

In a minute a woman opened the door. She was in her night wear and obviously drunk. She was a pretty woman but right now with all this junk and alcohol she looked absolutely awful.

"What do you want?" she slurred. "We would like to talk to you." I said. "You from the government?" she asked giving us a funny look.

"No." I told her. She looked to Azazel and gave him a smile. This though sent fury all around me and I was pissed. Azazel squeezed my hand and I calmed down with a deep breath.

"Well come on in"! She said stumbling back into her house. We followed her and when Alex shut the door he locked it.

"Remy get down here!" she screamed. A little boy came from upstairs. He looked like a sweet boy, barely five. He had dark brown hair and dark eyes but he also had a black eye and a split lip.

A flash of what I was like when I was his age went through me.

Azazel put a hand on my shoulder.

"We are here to talk about Remy." I said walking forward a bit. The woman glared at me. "What do you want with my son?" she asked pointing the beer bottle at me.

"We could talk about how you took him away from his father." I said. She yelled and threw the bottle but I made it stop in mid-air. She looked at me wide-eyed along with Remy. I took off the mind hold showing mine and Azazel's true forms.

"You're freaks like him!" she yelled trying to back away. Alex went over and forced her to sit down.

"We're called mutants." He said backing away from her. I walked over to Remy and crouched so I was his height. He looked to me wide-eyed.

"Who gave you those bruises?" I asked tilting my head. He stayed silent but his eyes flickered to his mother.

"Yeah…I was afraid to tell too." I told him. He looked back to me.

"My birth father was the one who did that to me." I said motioning to the wounds. 'Why?" I heard him whisper.

"He didn't find me normal. I don't care now though, I don't want to be normal. That's not me." I said. Remy looked up to me.

"Stay away from him! He's normal!" his mother screamed. "He's just like his father and you know it." I said looking to her. "That's why you left…" I told her, standing up to my full height.

She went to attack me but Azazel pushed her back and held his tail to her throat.

"Azazel!" I yelled running to him. "Remember…you don't kill anymore. You aren't the murder you once were." I whispered into his ear and forced his hand to feel the cross hanging from his neck. He calmed down and backed away, apologizing.

"Can you take me to my dad?" Remy asked. I could now hear his soft Cajun accent. "Remy!" his mother screamed. I was now annoyed with her. I turned and stared at her.

"Sleep" I commanded both in her head and out loud. She was out like a light.

"Wow…" Remy said looking to me. I looked back to him.

"Remy…do you want to go back to your dad?" I asked. Remy nodded quickly. I opened my arms and he ran into them. I picked him up and turned to Alex and Azazel.

"Let's go to New Orleans." I said, the jazz music already filling my head.