A/N- Ahh, you guys... your reviews warmed my icy cold heart. I'm so glad you all enjoyed that twist, it was something that I heavily debated NOT doing, because it's... you know, not canon. Not that any of this is canon anyway. I just don't like venturing too far away from the vein of truth... and giving someone a long lost sibling seemed like it was pushing it. Anyway, I decided to do it because it's something that has always amused and mystified me... Marvel had the perfect set up sitting right there, and then they go and make the mysterious third Summers some random weird guy that nobody cares about.
I also really struggled with whether or not it should be a mommy or a daddy thing, and eventually mama Summers won out. Which is also different from the comics. I have my reasons.

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me, I'm so happy you all enjoyed the chapter! Please remember to review this one too, because I really really extra need the motivation to finish this monster.

Thanks ya'll!

The following does not reflect the views or opinions of Marvel or the author known as 'Kinetically Charmed'.

Entry number eleven:

Remy has been gone for five days. He's not answering his calls or texts, we have no idea where he's gone, or even if he's coming back.

We don't even know if he's still alive.

Nobody was sure what to do, and it felt like everything was just suddenly on hold. Do you continue planning a wedding that's less than a month away when the groom suddenly drops off the face of the earth? Martha Stewart hasn't written about the proper etiquette in this particular scenario, so we all deferred to Rogue. Who incidentally is acting like nothing is wrong. On the surface, at least.

In fact, she's actually amped up the planning. She's taken over things that were assumed to be my responsibility, like place cards and seating charts. I'm going out on a limb and assume that this is her way of coping with the fact that her fiance has gone missing in a huge dramatic huff. She's worrying about him. She's spiraling and she is going down hard, but she insists that if she stops the planning, she'll just lose momentum and nothing will ever get done in time, and I'm choosing to let her believe this delusion.

Even though I'm worried as hell. About both of them. This is what happens when you get a sadistic pleasure out of torturing your significant other in a non sexual way, guys. Not that... the sexual kind is so great either, but at least it's not as weird. Which is really saying something.

Anyway, since Rogue was on her determined path to act like everything was totally fine, we ended up going for our dress fitting. Which is usually supposed to be a fun time, but nothing is ever a fun time with Rogue.

No wait, that came out wrong.

Nothing that you expect to be a fun time, ever is with Rogue.

Nope, that's just as bad.

Whatever, my point is that dress fitting did not go as planned, and likely just added to the stress on Rogue's shoulders. We arrived at the bridal boutique all ready to slip into our gowns and drink complimentary mimosas until we didn't have a care in the world. Rogue went first, and I could see the calm wash over her when she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was like she could see the light at the end of the tunnel. She knew, deep down, that Remy was going to be okay. That he was going to come back, and that they'd have their happily ever after.

Ignore that I sounded like Snow White just then, but the sentiment remains the same; she knew it was all going to be alright. In that brief moment, as she admired herself in her perfectly fitted gown, paid for by her future sister-in-law. And then of course, tragedy struck.

Okay, not tragedy. But in Rogue's bridezilla mind, yeah. It was pretty awful.

I stepped out of my fitting room, and she could instantly tell that something was not right, because I refused to look her in the eye. I kind of thought that maybe she was like, a dinosaur, and if I didn't move too abruptly she wouldn't be able see me. That didn't work, for some reason.

She cocked her head at me and gave me a once over, "What's wrong."

"Nothing." I replied quickly, before swooning over her, "You look gorgeous, Rogue-"

"Why are you holding your side like that?" She ignored my compliment entirely and stepped off the pedestal with a frown, "What's wrong?"

"It doesn't fit." I whimpered pathetically, like a child.

She stared at me blankly for a moment as she processed what I meant, before narrowing her eyes, "What do you mean, it doesn't fit?"

"...I can't do it up." I answered, feeling the panic begin to bubble up inside of me and turning to show her that the zipper on my side wouldn't budge, "I've tried everything, I can't get it up!"

Her eyes grew wide and she set her sights on the poor, unsuspecting seamstress, "What the f*** did you do?!"

"We make no mistakes!" The seamstress snapped back with a thick foreign accent and wagging a finger at me, "She put on weight!"

"Are you callin' my friend fat?!" Rogue cried, "Look at her for crissake, she's weighed 100 pounds for the past 15 years!"

She was obviously exaggerating, but not... so far off the mark.

"It's fine, Rogue. I can just... you know stop eating." I said as I desperately tried to pull the zipper up, "For the next two weeks. Eating is totally over rated."

"Don't be stupid." Rogue spat back, "They f***ed it up, they can fix it!"

The seamstress grumbled under her breath as she crossed the room to inspect my zipper, pulling out a pair of glasses and popping them on her nose as she flipped the fabric under my armpit around in her fingers for a better look, "We can let it out, small bit."

"Hear that, they can let it out, small bit." I repeated in an attempt to placate Rogue before looking back to the seamstress, "You think it'll work? Will it be ready in time?"

"Should be fine." The seamstress responded with a curt nod, "Don't eat the carbs."

I gave her a grim smile and chuckled awkwardly, even though she wasn't even remotely joking before turning to Rogue and holding up a hand, "It's fine, Rogue. Honestly. They'll fix it up and it'll be all ready in time, don't worry about it."

She gave me a super skeptical frown as she worked the muscles in her jaw, and reluctantly nodded. I slunk my way back into the change room to peel myself out of the too-small-dress and overheard Rogue clipping out instructions for further alterations to her gown. Most notably that they deepen the V more, because apparently her breasts are just that majestic.

Show off.

In an attempt to take Rogue's mind off of the dress fiasco, I opted to take her out to IHOP for some butter pecan syrup goodness, because I know my girl and she loves her some butter pecan syrup.

We drove the entire way there in tense silence, as she internally fumed about the dress mishap, and it wasn't until we'd sat down with our menu's in hand and a waitress at our table that she finally spoke up to place her order.

"French toast and a water." She said simply, folding her menu up and handing it back to the waitress, who then turned to me expectantly.

"Hmm... okay... I will have the... Belgian waffles. That comes with whipped cream and strawberries right?" The waitress nodded and I grinned. "Good. Alright, I will have scrambled eggs on the side."

Gotta have some protein.

"Ooh, and how about you throw in some hash browns too. I love hash browns." I folded my menu and handed it back to the waitress, "Do you have turkey bacon here?"

She nodded mutely as she jotted down all of my instructions.

"Perfect! I'll have some of that too. And an orange juice. And maybe like a cup of fruit or something, so I can feel like I'm eating healthy."

The waitress gave me a weak little half smile, before turning on her heel and disappearing into the kitchen.

"Jesus, Kitty! What the hell?!" Rogue gaped once the waitress was gone.

"What...?" I frowned sheepishly, "I'm hungry, okay? I skipped breakfast."

"All week!?"

"Oh stop it, it's not that bad. I'll end up taking most of it home." I waved her off with a scoff.

"I can't believe you let me yell at the seamstress..." She trailed off and shook her head disapprovingly.

"So, I'm stress eating a little, lay off me!" I snapped, and she rolled her eyes dramatically.

"What do you mean you're stress eating? I thought you found a way to manage your stress!"

"Do you want me to help distract you from your missing fiance, or do you want me to go have sex with Pete?! Because I can't do both, Rogue!" I blurted out before I was able to mentally filter my words.

We both fell silent and stared at one another until I finally looked away and knit my brow, "I'm sorry-"

"No, it's fine." She shrugged, "I'm fine. I don't need you to distract me from anything."

I rolled my eyes back to her and fixed her with a skeptical look.

"I don't." She repeated, "I'm fine."

"It's okay to not be fine, you know." I pointed out gently, "Nobody would think any less of you."

She squared her jaw and fixed her eyes on the cutlery in front of her, "It ain't a big deal, I'm sure he's okay."

And there it was. That's the closest I was going to get to having Rogue share her feelings, but she's genuinely worried about Remy.

"Yeah." I nodded and chewed my lip, "I'm sure he is too."

We were silent again as we both sat seeped in the worry that had been on both of our minds the past five days. The worry, and in Rogue's case, the guilt. Eventually Rogue looked back up at me with a determined lift of her chin,

"Tell me about you and Pete."

I blinked at her in shock, "Uh-" I blinked a bit more and then cleared my throat, "Um, well, there's not really much to tell-"

"You wanna distract me, then distract me."

I reluctantly nodded with a sigh, deciding that I really should have seen this coming. While Rogue might not always act like your typical female, she still enjoys her share of drama, and she often looks to me to fill this void. Although I'm really not sure why, I've never had a hopping social life, but I guess in comparison to Rogue I'm basically a socialite.

"Well, you know... we're just... having fun." I shrugged, not really knowing what else to tell her.

"Having fun?" She quirked an amused brow and then rolled her eyes.

"It's not like we've had the define the relationship talk. It's not even a relationship. Again, we're-"

"Just having fun." Rogue supplied with a smirk, "Sure."

"Don't give me that look." I frowned, "I live in a different country, Rogue. Pete and I will always be friends, first and foremost. Right now we're enjoying the... benefits."

"Are you sure about that?" She asked with that stupid smirk still in place as the waitress brought Rogue's French toast, and my... 6 person meal of sides. "I mean, when I suggested you jump him I didn't mean continually."

I gave her a wide eyed look before shooting the waitress a completely embarrassed glance, noticing the amused grin on her face as she turned to walk away.

"We didn't discuss it, it just... happened that way." I hissed with a frown once the waitress was out of earshot, "It's just a mutual agreement."

"To what end?" Rogue asked, pouring a generous amount of pecan syrup on her pancakes, "You guys are getting attached."

"We're not getting attached." I dismissed, cutting into my Belgian waffles with purpose, "We're just enjoying our time, that's all."

"Hey, don't shoot the messenger." Rogue sniffed, stuffing a forkful into her mouth and shrugging, "You've been screwing for well over a month now, you had to know you were gunna need to have the talk eventually."

"Ugh, see... this is why I don't tell you things." I complained with a frown, taking a bite of my waffles, "You're such a party pooper."

"I'm not a party pooper, I'm just pointing out the flaw in your logic." She said smugly, "I mean, none of this would be an issue if you'd just move back. Then ya'll could dance around the subject all you wanted."

I sighed and rolled my eyes with a laugh, "Please. You don't want me to move back, you only think you do."

"Of course I want you to move back, I miss my hamster." She shrugged simply, "Remy might think you're easy to replace but not to me. He can keep Jubilee and Dazzler all to himself."

I shook my head at her, "That's such a weird compliment..." I observed as I stuffed some waffle into my mouth like a starving woman, "Also, who the hell is Dazzler?"

Seriously. Have I not met this person yet? People keep talking about this mysterious Dazzler.

Anyway, Rogue thankfully changed the topic to her flower arrangements, and we finished up our IHOP meal relatively quickly, as she watched in awe while I finished off nearly every one of the sides that I ordered and commented about making me wear a mumu for her wedding under her breath.

As long as it's purple.

We made our way back home, and Rogue genuinely seemed to be in better spirits. I considered the morning a success, even though my dress doesn't fit because apparently I'm subconsciously stress eating. Whatever, that's what Spanx are for. We stepped into the rec room, all prepared to continue the Rogue Distraction Project by watching some Tim Burton movies, finding Kurt curled up in a chair next to the fireplace with a book on his lap, and Scott frowning over some papers which I assumed were related to work.

"Hey Scott, how's it goin?" I asked casually as we dropped down onto the couch, "Workin' hard?"

He looked up and glanced between Rogue and myself before clearing his throat, "It's the... blood results. Gambit's."

Rogue and I just stared back at him, and I swear I could feel the moment her eyes turned to glare at me. I swear, I thought he was working. I wouldn't have brought it up if I'd known he was... being emotional or whatever.

"Oh." I said dumbly, because I literally had no idea what else to say, and I could see Kurt biting his lip and quietly snickering to himself through the corner of my eye.

"I just... I just still can't believe it, you know?" Scott said, standing up and moving across the room to lower himself down next to Rogue and I on the couch, to our horror, "You think you know someone."

"Yeah." Rogue replied awkwardly as she turned Netflix on to search for some Tim Burton.

"She was my mom. I thought I knew her. I just can't believe she would have abandoned a baby, teenager or not." He looked back down at the paperwork in his hands and shook his head, "And to think, I never would have even known."

I cast Rogue a quick glance, watching the guilt flash across her face again, basically undoing all my de-stressing. I mean, sure it was a bad idea, but she couldn't have known how bad of an idea it was going to be. She just thought it was going to be funny, because she's got a sick sense of humour. It's clearly not her fault.

Mostly.

Scott's shoulders sagged as he thought silently for a moment before saying, "I wonder if my dad knew. I wonder if anyone knew... She always told us she went to New Orleans for school, and I guess I just assumed it was like, some kind of exchange student program."

I was not about to respond to Scott's musings here. His mom died when he was like, 10. You can understand why she never told her 9 year old son that she'd had unprotected, underage sex and gave birth to an illegitimate Cajun child, but in Scott's defense, he's probably still in a little bit of shock. And apparently the only way he can process this shock is by being completely judgmental towards his mother. Also, now we know why the rec room was basically empty early afternoon on a Saturday.

Scott's why.

"It just totally changes... everything. Everything I thought I knew about my mom. How could she have been so irresponsible with her birth control-"

"Scott, you got your girlfriend pregnant and had a quicky wedding. You're not exactly perfect." Rogue interrupted, keeping her eyes fixed on the tv screen as she navigated Netflix.

"That wasn't my fault." Scott replied quickly, pushing the shades up his nose as he spoke, "Jean was on the pill, it was completely out of my hands. The ball was in her court. One pill, every day, it's not that hard."

On the one hand, I was super amused hearing Scott talk about sex for such a long period of time, because this just never happens. On the other hand, I was offended on behalf of all women, everywhere. Because it is partially his fault. And sometimes the pill just doesn't work the way it's meant to. Like if you're on antibiotics, or if you miss one day, or even if you take it at a different time... The female body is incredibly complex. I'm totes on Jean's side with this one.

Also can we stop talking about Rachel like she's a bad thing, it feels so wrong, Scott.

"Maybe you just need to... you know... calm down a bit. And remember that this is your mom you're talking about." I pointed out with a frown, and he scoffed in response.

"Is she?"

"Well... yeah." Rogue pointed at the papers in his hand, "It says right in the blood work, right?"

See? Sick sense of humour.

"I feel like I don't know anything about her anymore." Scott shook his head, his brows knit tightly above his shades and this was when Kurt spoke up.

"She was young." He commented from his seat without looking up from his book, "What probably happened was she got pregnant and they sent her off to quietly have the baby and save face. You should be mad at your grandparents."

"You don't know that." Scott countered and I gave him a pointed look.

"He's probably right though."

"Besides, this is nothing. Imagine finding out that your mother is a terrorist." He said with a laugh, "Right Rogue?"

"It's true, your mom was just a scared teenager." Rogue nodded, "And I can't help but point out that you haven't said one word about Remy in all of this. You know, the guy who just found out who his mother is. Your half brother."

"Is he still bein' a baby about that?" Alex announced his presence in typical Alex style, strolling into the rec room, and flopping himself down in the arm chair next to Scott with a grin, kicking his feet up on the coffee table and cracking open a soda. "I told him to stop buggin' out."

"I'm not bugging out, Alex. Excuse me if I'm the responsible-"

"Blah blah blah." Alex rolled his eyes, "I think it's awesome. Mom got around. Good for her."

Gross Alex...

"And Remy is our brother? For reals, it makes so much sense." He took a sip of the soda, "Makes more sense than you and me being related. We both got a way with the ladies." He gave me a wink here, for some reason. "Besides, look at our jawlines, of course we're brothers, I'm just surprised no one figured it out earlier. I wonder if mom had any other bastard children, maybe we have a bastard sister out there. She's probably hot. Again, the jawline. These things just run in our fam- Where are you going?"

He watched as Scott stood up in a huff and marched his way out of the room before turning back to me with a confused little pout.

"What'd I say?" There's actually a very real chance that he actually didn't remember. He could have been high, I'm not entirely sure. And then he took another loud sip of his soda, turning his attention to the TV and pointing with a grin, "Batman! Noice!"

Sweet, simple Alex. I was grateful for his mindless interruption, and I'm sure Rogue was too, judging by the way she relaxed.

I don't think she's ever relaxed in Alex's presence before.

Families, coming together.