Sweet Little Lies
Chapter XI: Something to Talk About
By: Michelle
I'm sorry everyone for such a long wait. try to update faster.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the X-men. I just write fanfics for fun.
I will be adding new characters. I will either explain them in the story and/or put a note at the bottom about them.
At this point, Hank McCoy AKA Beast is not blue and furry yet. He is still a normal looking human.
I'm only going to type English for Talia if she is speaking one on one with Kurt or Logan. Other than that, she is will speak German to everyone else until she learns some English. I'm just too lazy to translate all the time.
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Kurt walked into Xavier's office with T.J. in his arms. He didn't want to be there. The meeting took precious minutes away from his sleep. T.J. was intolerable last night after they departed Logan. But, he concluded that if he couldn't sleep than neither could she. In the meantime, he cursed Wanda under his breathe for letting T.J. sleep on the way there.
"You look awful Kurt." Ororo said as he sat down next to her.
"Danke Liebling for pointing that out." Kurt snapped although it wasn't intended. "I'm sorry. I just had a ruff night."
"I can imagine." Ororo replied and caressed his cheek. "Did you have another nightmare?"
"No, I didn't have another nightmare." Kurt lied. "T.J. was up most of the night so she kept me up."
"Oh." Ororo turned her attention to the lil' nocturne in his arms. "Good Morning T.J."
Talia looked up at her for a second then laid her head back down. She let out a cranky groan and looked the other way. She was sleeping and didn't want to be bothered by anyone.
Ororo looked at Kurt for help. So far, Talia was not adjusting to her well.
"She's moody." Kurt stated the obvious. "Her mother let her sleep the whole way here, so now her time is messed up. This morning, she threw a fit when I work her up. Then, she fought with me when getting her dressed. So, I gave her a spanking. And, now she's cranky because I won't let her go to back to sleep. "
"So I see."
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Wanda stared off into space as she stood in front of the mirror brushing her hair. It was just another day for her. Another day of being alone. Another day for being trapped in this nightmare that was reality.
She applied pressured as she felt a headache come on. She hadn't felt one this bad in a while. Then, she became calm.
She felt strong arms wrap around her waist. "You seem distant my love." He said as he kissed along her neck.
"Hmm…I'm tired." Wanda replied as she leaned back into his embrace. She giggled softly as his kisses tickled her neck. "Vision."
"I'm sorry." He apologized playfully. "But I hadn't seen you in weeks. I'm lost without you."
"And I without you." Wanda answered and kissed him on the check. "But it will have to wait until tonight."
"Tonight." He whined. "That is like a lifetime without you."
"So impatient." She teased and turned in his arms to face him. "Tell you what. You go to that meeting while I take the boys to the park. I'll talk to Pietro and get him to baby-sit for us tonight. Then, we can't have dinner together."
"Sounds like a plan." He replied and gave her a few soft kisses on the lips.
"And…"
"There's an and…"
Wanda smiled and traced her finger down his chest. "And maybe we can have a little dessert…before and after." She looked up at him and bit down on her lower lip as she eyed him seductively. Then, she slipped out of his embrace swinging her hips as she left the room.
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Rogers let out an impatient sigh. "Quicksilver, would you go retrieve your sister from her beauty rest so she can grace us with her presence and finally start this meeting."
"Of course." Pietro stood up and sped off to Wanda's room. As he stood at the door, he got the feeling something was terribly wrong. "Wanda," He called for her as he slowly opened the door.
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Wanda smiled proudly at her two sons, William and Thomas. The two seven years could stop her heart on how handsome they looked so neat and clean. As a mother, she knew it wasn't going to last long. Boys will be boys. Once they got to the playground they were sure going to take on a whole new image: messy.
"Are you boys ready to go?" Wanda asked.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Well get your shoes on." Wanda ordered. "We are going to leave in a minute. Mama just needs to get her jewelry on and we are ready to go."
'Wanda."
Wanda turned her head the moment she heard her name. She smiled. "Come on boys. It seems as though your Uncle Pietro came to visit."
"Wanda." Pietro looked around. Everything was so neat and tidy. He knew his twin better than that. She was the messy one. It looked like a perfect little housewife lived her. It was definitely out of perspective. That worried him. "Wanda."
"I'm right here Pietro." Wanda answered as he entered the room. She embraced him and smiled. "I was just about to take William and Thomas to the park. Why don't you join us?"
"What?" Did I hear correctly?
"To the park silly. Oh that reminds me." Wanda said as she put on a pair of gold hoop earrings. "Could you watch the boys tonight? I want to have a private evening with Vision."
Oh shit. It's happening again. "Wanda, you need to stop this." Pietro demanded.
She gave him a puzzled look. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"This." He fussed as he pointed all over the room.
She didn't want to listen to this. No it's not true. This is real. So rather than face reality, she turned from it. "You're insane."
"No Wanda." Pietro grabbed her arm and forced her to face him. "You need to stop this. It's not healthy."
"Let go of me Pietro." Wanda fought trying to get free from his grip.
"You need to stop this." Pietro held her firmly. "You're only hurting yourself."
"You're the only one who's hurting me." She struggled. "Let me go."
"Wanda, stop this."
"Pietro let me go."
"Wanda."
"Pietro." Wanda felt a sharp pain shoot through her head and she collapsed.
Pietro caught her in his arms. "Wanda."
It took a few seconds to respond, but when she did it felt like she woke up into a bad dream. Alls she could do with stare weakly up to her brother. "Pietro."
"I'm here Wanda."
Wanda looked around her. The perfect little world she had created with gone. There was no Vision. There were no William and Thomas. There was just her in her poor pathetic misery. The thought alone brought her to tears. "I'm so sorry Pietro."
"It's alright Wanda." Pietro comforted her. "Everything is going to be alright." He picked her up into his arms and brought her to her bed "Why don't you get some rest. I'll tell Rogers you are not feeling well."
"But I need to go to that meeting." Wanda wiped the tears form her eyes. "My duty is to serve the Avengers cause, not to burden them with my problems.
"You'll give them more problems if you are not well." Pietro reminded her. "You need to get your rest."
"Yeah." Wanda nodded as he began to leave. "Pietro."
He stopped and turned. "Yeah."
"I miss T.J."
"I know." Pietro sighed. He knew exactly what it was like to miss his child. It hurt so much he just wanted to wish it all away. "I know."
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Rogue giggled as Jean-Paul teased her about her happy mood. She couldn't help it though. Seeing a white rose on her nightstand every morning made her feel good for the rest of the day.
"So," Jean-Paul nudged her. "Are you excited about Saturday night?"
"Yeah." Rogue tucked her hair behind her ear.
"Yeah. Alls you can say is yeah." Jean-Paul said as they closed the door to their dorm room and began heading towards the cafeteria for breakfast. 'I'd be hysterical from now until then."
"It's really not a big deal." Rogue replied. "It's just a date. Besides, I don't want to get my hopes up and have something bad happen."
"Nothing bad is going to happen." Jean-Paul replied.
Rogue sighed. "I thought that last time…and the time before that."
"It sounds like you want something bad to happen."
"I don't…I…" Rogue took a deep breath. "I just…I don't know."
"Well, you're going to have to make up your mind sometime." Jean-Paul informed her. "After all, there are several other single people out there waiting to make their move if you don't."
"I know." Rogue nodded. What she couldn't understand was why Remy wanted her when he could have any other girl in the mansion. Why me? Why the one girl he couldn't touch?
Bobby listened to their conversation as they walked by. So Rogue has her doubts about the Cajun. Well I'll just have to keep her doubting and make my move.
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"Oh come on homme." Remy fussed. "Why ain't I allowed ta go ta de meeting."
"Because it's private." Logan argued as he pushed Remy out the room. "Now stay here and wait."
"Yawl gonna talk 'bout me, ain't ya." Remy folded his arms. "I ain't don nufin bad lately."
Logan raised an eyebrow. Yeah right.
"Alright. So, I stole Stormy's Victoria Secret catalog and a few of ya beers." Remy admitted. "But dats it. I've bin good ot'er dan dat."
"Then stay good out here." Logan said and shut the door. Then, he opened it. "And if you pick this lock, I'm slicing your fingers off." He threatened with his claws. Then, he closed the door again.
He turned and faced the rest of the staff. "You better start flappin' your lips Chuck before he's crawling through air vents."
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"You're going to have to make up your mind." Jean-Paul fused at her. "I mean, have you seen his ass. What is not to like?"
"Yeah, I've seen his ass." Rogue replied. "What can I say? He's got tight spicy Cajun buns."
"Ok, so what's the problem?" He demanded.
"Nothing is wrong with him." Rogue answered.
"It's your powers, isn't it?" Jean-Paul stated the obvious.
Rogue couldn't answer nor did she want to. It was always hard to admit the truth. The Truth Hurts. It was always so much easier to cover it up with Sweet Little Lies.
Jean-Paul sighed. "You know, just because your powers suck, doesn't mean your life has to too. I mean you should be able to do everything everybody else does." He informed her. "So you can't touch him. No doubt about that. You have to look at the bright side of things for a change. You can always molest him with your eyes. It's Remy for crying out loud."
"Thank you for the enlightenment J.P."
"Well, come on Rogue." Jean-Paul fussed. "How many times you think he is going to throw himself to you before he goes after someone else? Do you honestly want to let him go? He's perfect. He worships the ground you walk on. He's got the body of a Greek god. He spoils you with white roses every morning. Shit, I wish a man would do that for me. You know how unlikely it is to have another man obsess over you like that."
"Hey Rogue."
"Oh." Rogue's eyes widened. She wasn't expecting him to pop out of nowhere like that. "Hey Bobby."
Jean-Paul blushed. "Hi Bobby."
"Uh, hey J.P." Bobby cringed and returned his focus on his prize. "Um, Rogue. Can I talk to you privately?"
"Yeah, sure." Rogue said with a puzzled look as she walked up further with Bobby. "So, what's up?"
"Not much. Just looking forward to Spring Break starting." He replied. "The teachers have been drilling us hard lately. You know. Right after Spring Break is over; we have only three weeks until graduation."
"Yeah, it's coming up so fast." Rogue agreed. "The year just flew right by."
"I know." Bobby stopped in his pace. "And it seems like yesterday when I first saw you come here with Cyclops and Storm."
Rogue paused in her step. She wasn't sure with to think about that comment. It was true though. It seemed like it was yesterday when she and Logan were introduced to Xavier's school. That was the day she learned what a place like home felt like. That was the day Logan stabbed her in the chest. But most importantly, that was the day she met Bobby Drake.
"I still remember that day Rogue. You know, when I showed you around school." Bobby reminded her. "You freaked out when I tried to pull a leaf out your hair."
Rogue couldn't help but smile. "I remember that day."
"We both grew a lot since then." Bobby said. "We grew stronger."
"I suppose." Rogue replied. And for some, more ways than others.
"I was wondering Rogue." Bobby began shyly. "If you would like to go out this Saturday night. You know. Just for old time's sake."
"Bobby, I can't." Rogue replied. "I have other plans."
"Well cancel them." Bobby suggested. "And we'll go out and have fun."
"I can't Bobby." Rogue answered and turned away from him. "I have a date…with Remy."
"Oh, I see." Bobby replied disappointedly. "So you're still trying to get with him."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Wake up Rogue. When are you going to realize what a loser he is?" Bobby exclaimed.
"He's not a loser." Rogue defended.
"He's Gambit. He doesn't care about anyone other than himself."
"That's not true."
"Yeah, it is Rogue." Bobby answered. "What do you think he does when he and Logan go to Harry's? Do you actually think he sits alone at the bar and has a few drinks?"
"I don't have to listen to this." Rogue said and went to walk off when she felt his hand grab her arm.
"Because you don't want to hear the truth. You're blind to it."
"I'm not blind. And, if I was, I would trust him to guide me, not you." Rogue removed his hand from her arm and walked off.
"What happened?" Jean-Paul asked as she met back up with him. Did he mention me?
"Nothing." Rogue steamed. "Let's get some breakfast."
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"You can't be serious Professor." Scott argued. "Gambit. Teach T.J. He isn't qualified, nor is he responsible."
"I don't think that is your call to make." Xavier pointed out. "It's Kurt's."
Kurt leaned back in his seat and glanced at a cranky T.J. sitting next to him. He knew how much of a handful she was. "This isn't going to be like substituting for him." He reminded them. "It's going to be more like babysitting. As of this moment, T.J. is the youngest mutant to be at the school."
"And I agree." Xavier replied. He couldn't really argue with that. "All of the students enrolled here are eight and older. They are a lot more mature than Talia Josephine is and they understand the rules. However, we have briefly discussed offering Remy a permanent teaching position here. This would be a good test for us to see if he is ready for this proposal."
"Professor Xavier makes a good point Kurt." Ororo took his hand. "And Remy is good with the children."
"I know." Kurt ran his free hand through his hair, and then looked at Xavier. "Why can't Scott watch her or substitute for my classes. Why Remy? I don't want this to be an experiment."
"I agree." Xavier said understanding Kurt's concern. "However, Remy is out only option unless you prefer one of the students. Scott will be substituting Logan's classes."
"I am."
Logan folded his arms. He didn't like the idea of Scott taking over his classes for two days, but he wasn't left with any other option.
"Yes Scott, you are taking over Logan's P.E. and Shop classes for the next two days." Xavier repeated. "Logan is going on assignment."
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Remy glared at the door of Xavier's office. It was driving him crazy not knowing what they were talking about. He was part of the staff. Right? Ok, maintenance and substitute. But still, she was allowed at other meetings that involved the school. Why should this one be any different?
He looked at the door again. The lock would be so easy for him to pick too. Damn Logan and his claws.
He looked up at the ceiling. The air conditioning vent looked so promising and led right over Xavier's desk. It would be perfect, but Logan's keen hearing and sense of smell would blow his cover. Damn Logan's animal like instincts.
Remy folded his arms. There's got to be a way to get close enough to hear without getting caught by Logan. Then, a sinister smile spread across his face. Its slick…It's sneaky…It's perfect. He thought as she climbed out a window. I'm so clever I amaze myself. He thought as he began scaling the wall.
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"What do you mean assignment?" Ororo demanded as she looked from Logan to Xavier. "What happened?"
"Sabretooth went of a crime spree last night." Xavier explained. "First, he broke Toad out of jail. I have no doubt in my mind that Magneto put him up to this in order to rebuild the Brotherhood. Then, Sabretooth broke into several shopping centers stealing various girls clothing and toys."
"Sabretooth stole children's clothes and toys." Kurt repeated. Oh shit. He knows. Wait. Why would he care? T.J. is not his granddaughter. Besides, he wouldn't be that kindhearted or generous. "Why?"
"I honestly don't know why. This is extremely out of character, especially for Sabretooth." Xavier admitted. "But apparently, that was not all he did last night. He also attacked Graydon Creed."
"Sabretooth would never attack Graydon." Logan replied. "He'd kill him. But, Mystique would."
Kurt leaned back and sighed. Why can't I have a normal family?
"That's the main reason I'm going." Logan grumbled. "I'm stuck being Graydon's fucking babysitter so he's mom won't kill him."
"Logan, your language." Xavier gestured towards Talia who was trying to figure out what everyone was talking about.
"Sorry." Logan grumbled. "But if Graydon wouldn't start this sh…mess, he wouldn't have his life on the line."
"What did Graydon have to say about this?" Kurt asked.
"Nothing, as of yet." Xavier answered. "He was quite shaken up and refused to comment to the reporters this morning. However, I have no doubts that he is currently configuring in his mind what he wants to say."
Ororo got up and walked around. "And we all know what that means. He's going to push even further with his anti-mutant sentiments."
"Or worse." Xavier added. "He could retaliate."
Ororo paused and took a deep breath. She looked around at everyone else. They had to be thinking the same thing she was. "What are we going to do about him?"
"Right now, nothing." Xavier replied. "I don't want us to add to his fury."
"He's already furious." Kurt added. "His family is nothing but mutants. We're a plague to him."
"Be that as it may, he is also in need of protection." Xavier replied. "Graydon is starting another civil war. His death would mean glory to mutants and martyrdom to his cause."
"I'm telling you." Logan added. "We need to let the little shit fight his own battles."
"I agree." Ororo said.
"Well I don't." Scott answered.
Ororo turned to Scott. "Graydon is bringing this on himself. Why should we fight for him? He'd rather kill us than receive our help. Besides, he seems to know what his actions cause."
"But still." Scott argued. "Like Professor said, Graydon's death would be martyrdom. It will only increase his followers to fight."
"And what would our deaths be?" Ororo argued back. "One mutant dies and all the rest go into hiding. What does this accomplish?"
"Mutant survival." Scott continued. "We joined the X-men to protect those in need, both mutant and human alike."
"I don't need to be lectured about why I joined the X-men, Scott." Ororo snapped back. "I already know."
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Rogue sat at the table picking at her breakfast. Jean-Paul sat across from her aggravating the living daylights out of her. It was taking a lot for her not to suck the life out of him…literally.
"So, did Bobby ask about me?" Jean-Paul asked getting his hopes all up.
Rogue fiddled with her food on her plate. "No." She replied softly.
Jean-Paul sighed and looked over to Bobby who was sitting with Sam (Cannonball). How can I get him to notice me?
At Bobby's table…
Bobby picked at his food. Why won't Rogue listen to reason? Doesn't she get it? Remy is no good for her.
"Iceman." Sam said getting his attention. "Don't look know, but J.P. keeps staring over here at you."
Bobby cringed. "You're joking right." Please be joking. Please be joking.
"Nope." Sam replied. "He's looking over here. Wait, he knows I see him. He's turned away blushing."
"Don't make me puke."
Sam laughed. "I think it's funny."
"Well I don't." Bobby replied. "Why can't he crush on someone else, like Remy?"
"Because he grabbed your butt and not Remy's."
"Ha-ha." Bobby remarked. "Very funny. I still think he did it on purpose."
"You know. J.P. is close to Rogue." Sam reminded him.
"Yeah so." Bobby replied.
"Yeha well maybe you should use that to your advantage." Sam suggested. "You know to get back with Rogue."
"So you think I should hang out with J.P. to hang around Rogue." Bobby raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." Sam shrugged.
"That's cold man." Bobby replied honestly. "But I like it." He looked over to Jean-Paul and Rogue. "I'm gonna do it."
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"Scott, I think you are missing the point." Ororo argued.
"I'm not missing the point." Scott replied. "I just don't think you are thinking of the consequences."
"Ahem." Xavier cleared his throat getting the attention of his two leading X-men. "We will discuss this matter later in the War Room. Now, is not the time or the place?"
"Yes sir."
"Yes sir."
"On to our main concern for this morning. Logan, could you get Remy in so he can actually hear our conversation?" Xavier ordered.
"No prob Chuck." Logan replied. He walked over to the window by Xavier's desk and opened it. He looked out to see Remy hanging on the outside wall.
"Hey homme." Remy smirked innocently.
Logan looked at him for a moment shaking his head. Then, he grabbed him by the shirt. "Get your ass in here." He fussed as he dragged him trough the window into the office hitting the floor with a thud.
All eyes were on Remy. By appearance alone, he didn't look like teaching material. He wore a torn sleeveless shirt, a pair of baggie blue jeans with holes in them, and an old pair of sneakers. Adorning his body were a flaming card tattoo on one arm, a barbed wire tattoo on the other, three piercing in each ear, and a tongue ring. His hair was in a short ponytail with a bandanna on his head. To his knowledge, he was just a maintenance man today.
Still on the floor, Remy looked up at Xavier sitting with his hands folded in his lap. "I was…umm…cleaning de windows outside." He said trying to charm his way out of trouble.
'I'm sure." Xavier replied, not once buying his excuse. "Remy, please take a seat. We have an important matter to discuss."
Remy got up off the floor and took a seat next to Ororo. "If this is about the Pay Per View porno movie on the cable bill, I don't know anything about it."
Goddess Remy. Try to make yourself look responsible. Ororo thought as she turned and gave him a glare.
"Quoi?" Remy replied. "It was Logan."
Ororo folded her arms. This is not helping.
"Ok so I watched a part of it." Remy answered honestly. "But Logan purchased it. Quoi? Ok I watched all of it, but I'm only human."
Scott shook his head. "I can't believe you are even considering this Professor."
"Quoi?" Remy looked around at them. He could feel their dread, but didn't know what they were dreading. "Considering what?"
"Whether or not you can be responsible enough to watch Talia while Kurt teaches his class." Ororo answered.
"Watch petite." Remy wanted to laugh. Is this what they were dreading? "I can do dat. I mean how hard can it be."
Kurt couldn't help but chuckle. "You underestimate the energy of a four year old."
"I can handle it." Remy answered. "Me and petite will get along fine. Ain't dat right petite?" He leaned over Ororo and tickled T.J.
Talia giggled and cuddled to her father.
Remy smiled. "I can handle babysitting."
"Remy, this isn't just babysitting." Xavier informed him. "We need you to be her preschool teacher for today and tomorrow. She needs to be taught some English. I have also created a set schedule of classes she has to attend with you." He handed Remy a sheet of paper. "Do you think you are up to this?"
Remy was nearly speechless. He had subbed a few times, but it never required him to do anything more than sit on his ass and make sure the students did their work and behaved. He looked over the schedule. It was fairly simple.
8:00 Art in Kurt's class
9:00 Remy's time
10:00 Remy's time
11:00 P.E. with Scott
12:00 Lunch
1:00 Nap Time
2:00 Remy's time
3:00 Charlotte's Web video with Xavier
"As you can see, some of the time you will be with her his Jamie, Rahne, and Evan's class." Xavier said. "There, you will assist us in working with her. Under your time, you will be sole responsible for her instruction." He paused and studied Remy. "Do you think you can handle this/"
Remy raised his mental shields. I see what they are doing. He thought as he looked around at everyone. They are testing me. But why? What are they up to? Hmm. Let's see.
He concentrated hard, lowering his shields enough to tap in their feelings. Stormy trust me. Kurt's not so sure. He worried. Probably worried about T.J. He don't seem to be feeling too well either. T.J. is curious to what's happening. That little mind of hers is running even though she is tired. Hmm…Scott don't trust me at all. Of course, he don't like me to begin with. Like I give a fuck. Logan is cranky and not wanting to do something. Professor, he…
Remy
Damnit. Remy raised his shields up. Then, he looked Xavier in the eye. "I can handle. Ya'll can trust me."
"Alright." Xavier nodded. "You have our complete trust in you. Kurt, do you have anything you want to add."
"Ja, actually I do have a few things." Kurt looked over to Remy. "Rule # 1: If you do anything at all to endanger the life of my daughter I will…
"I know, kick my ass." Remy finished for him.
Kurt sighed and glared at him hard. "Rule # 2: Watch that mouth of yours. I don't need her picking up any fowl language while here. Understand."
"D'accord." Remy raised his hands in defense. "Anything else while you are in a threatening mood."
"Nein." Kurt relaxed. "You come to me if she gives you any problems."
"Yes sir." Remy saluted him. "Relax home. I got everything covered."
Kurt chuckled. "We'll see."
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Lorna rolled over in bed taking a look at her alarm clock. Damn, its only 7:03 She was tired, but couldn't get much more than a wink of sleep during the night. All of her problems kept her mind racing.
She kicked all of her covers off. She was so hot without the electricity to turn on the AC. She sat up and pulled her green hair into a loose ponytail to get it off of her neck. She lay back down again to try to get some sleep.
A half hour later, she decided to us reinforcements. So, she got up, went to the bathroom, and scrambled through her medicine cabinet. This should do the trick. She thought as she pulled out a pack of Benadryl. Sure she wasn't sick, but she knew those pills could knock anyone out.
Lorna yawned and looked at the back. Four should do the trick. So, she got a glass of water and took four pills. Then, she climbed back into bed.
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Scott and Logan remained behind in Xavier's office as everyone else cleared the room.
"I think you're making a mistake Professor." Scott said.
Xavier didn't need to read his mind to figure out why. "Scott, I believe Remy is quite capable of taking care or T.J."
"Have a little faith in the Cajun." Logan defended. "He's actually good with the kids. He and T.J. seem to get along fine."
"They have the same IQ level." Scott said. "Of course they get along."
Logan shook his head. Once an ass always an ass.
"He'll be fine Scott." Xavier added. "But I do believe this will be quite an adventure for him."
Logan chuckled. "I want details when I get back."
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Chapter 12: Adventures in Babysitting (sinister laugh)
Another chapter complete. It's time to get this story rolling. I'm sorry everyone for such a long wait.
For the German, I used an online translation site. If they are wrong, I'm sorry. I tried my best.
Anyways, I'll see everyone next chapter.
Thanks for all the reviews. They keep me pumped to write more.
Michelle