I telepotred away from the mansion and appered on the play ground of the park that, dad or Logan, whatever I'm suppose to call him, used to take me to.

The scnerey around the plaground has changed but nothing more. The trees hve grown and are taller than I remember. The grass has been mowed recently for I smell the freshly cut scent.

Hardly anyone is here, save for a few people jogging.

I move to the swing set and begin to swing.

Swing and remember.

It had been a day much like today when he'd brought me to this park for the first tie.

I had gone to the wings immedently and began to try to swing but, I was five, and couldn't quite do it by myself just yet.

Dad had begun to push me gently just to get me started.

"Higher daddy!" I had said laughing.

"I don't know Dani. Yer goin' high enough I think."

"No higher daddy! Higher! i want to fly!"

He had laughed and complied with my demand.

We had staued here for hours playing.

Now, as I begin to swing higher, my thoughts are interupted by the sounds of a motorcycle.

At first I thought it was dad, coming after me but the sound doesn't match.

I assume its just someone passing by but I am surprised when the motorcyle comes into my view.

The driver has a helmet on so I can't see his face but I don't have to to know who it is.

The brown treanch coat is dead give away and its only confermed when the am takes his helmet off.

Its Remy.

He apporches me and simply leans against the swing set.

There is silence for a few moments until I speak.

"I used to come here all the time with da...Logan. he taught me how to ride a bike right down there."

"A bicycle?"

"No a motorcycle." I say and I'm not begin sarcastic.

Thats one thing that mom doesn't know.

That dad taught me to ride his bike when I was ten.

Silence fills between Remy and I.

Then I break it.

"What am I suppose to call him?"

"Who chere?" He asks sitting in the swing next to me as I slow myself to a stop.

"Logan." I replied, "Do I still call him dad?"

"Why wouldn't you, chere?"

"Cause he's not." i say standing to my feet in front of Remy.

Tears, which have been forming in my eyes, were now falling down my face. I get so angry sometimes that I cry.

"Chere, listen to me." Remy said placing his hands around my waist, "It don't matter if Logan ain't yer biological father. He is still yer dad."

"How do you figure that?" I ask sitting on Remy's lap.

"He's the one who taught ya how to talk, swim ,climb, and ride a motrocycle! It don't matter dat 'is blood don't run in yer veins. Look at it in da aspect dat ya have two dads now."

"Scott was never there Remy. Emma said he never wanted to be there."

"Are ya really gonna listen to anythin' Emma told ya after what she did?" Remy ased, "Maybe he wanted to be with ya. He go ya dat necklce, oui?"

He has a point.

Scott did give me the necklace that resided in my pocket.

Mayb he's right.

Maybe Logan is still my dad.

Maybe I should give Scott a chance.

"Chere?" Remy asked interupting my thoughts.

"Yea,"

"What happened to Emma and da Hellions?"

I look at REmy aquardly.

I then relaize what he's thinking.

I realize he thinks I killed them.

"Everyone think I killed them?"

"Not everyone Chere."

"Remy don't lie to me. I'm a telepath."

"I ain't tryin' ta lie Chere. Just tryin' ta find out what 'appened. You didn't kill 'em did ya, Chere?"

"No Remy. I didn't kill them."

"Then what happened? You lost control oui?"

"Yes, I did loose contol of the Faltine spell. I know I was loosing control so I managed to teleport them to another dimension temporarily. The spell will wear off by the end of the day. They'll return home and won't remeber a thing."

I say and then I smile and look at Remy and say, "You kissed me."

"Oui. You pecked me on the cheek. Make Gambit think ya like 'im."

"Well what if I did?" I say teasing him.

"Den Gambit have ta do dis." Remy says as he cups my face and kisses me, more romantically this time than the first.

I've never been kissed like this before.

I've never been kissed by any one other than Remy.

I can't very well say this is my first kiss since in the middle of the battle, Remy kissed me.

But not like this.

When we serperate, he looks at me and says, "So what da ya say chere? Ya want e?"

He doesn't know how long I've waited for him to ask me that.

I smiple smile and kiss him back.

"Can I take dat as a yes, Chere?" He asks after the kiss.

"Oui," I reply in french, "You can most definatly take that as a yes."

"Good. Now lets go back. Yer parents be worried about ya."

I know they are worried about me.

I know they are upset, mayb not with me but about the situation.

But I don' wanna go back.

Not yet.

Not because I'm angry or upset.

but because as soon as everyone finds out about me and Remy, they won't give either of us a moment peace.

"Not yet, Remy. Lets just stay here for awhile."

He smiles as he begins to swing slightly as we enjoy eachother's company