Authors Note: Hello everyone. I would just like to point a few things.

1.) The POV of this story will be changing a lot. ex: Rogue first person Rogue again so BEWARE.

2.) There is going to be a considerable amount of chapters to this story so stay hooked.  

3.) If you have any suggestions for what I can improve please feel free to share it (If you haven't noticed, this is my first 'fic' ever)

Thanx for reading! Oh yeah, and though this verse comes mostly from the cartoon, I added a little of my verse.

:::telepathic thoughts:::

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::"Come in Marie::: states Charles Xavier as she reaches for the doorknob to open it.

"Darn it, professor. Ya give me the heeby jeebys whenever ya do that," declares Marie as she strolls into Charles' study. When she makes it to his desk, she grabs the nearest seat and plops down. "Ya rang?"

"Yes," answers the professor backing away from his desk. "I wish to continue our counseling sessions."

"Why? Ya already helped me control my touch," She leans back on the wooden chair getting more adjusted.

"Marie, the possibility that you can control the powers that you gain is too great to ignore," Charles shifts up in his seat to get closer to Marie as if to tell her a great secret. "Have you ever wanted to store each life force that you've taken without the threat of it taking control of your body? Have you ever been in a situation where your touch isn't necessary? Marie, a threat has come to us mutants that is greater than any FOH group or renegade mutants." The expression on her face is priceless. It changes from pure nonchalant to absolute attentiveness.

"The Sentinels." Marie finishes, now she realizes that the professor has a valid point. His words start to make more sense.

"Marie, you have the making of an Omega class mutant," he leans back to finalize his words.

She mouths 'Omega' like it's something new and amazing. Mutants come in a range of different classes, but Alpha class is the most common and usually is the first stage when mutants begin to recognize their power.  Alpha class mutants have strong powers but they not usually focused and may have difficulty with controlling their special abilities.

Omega is a class above all others. Only a few mutants ever get to the point where they can control their powers fully and many mutants are not even able to reach this stage in training.  Learning that she could possibly be one of the few most powerful mutants on the earth, Marie is at a total loss of words.

"Really? I always thought that when I finally controlled my touch than that would be it," She begins, also shifting in her seat. "I think that I am capable of doing whatever I put my mind to . . . . . . . but you're making the this whole ordeal sound like . . . ya are making me sound like a miracle beyond miracles. I always thought that my absorption power was more of a curse than a gift."

"It's not if you use it with efficiency, but you must remember," The professor says while closing his hands and putting his two pointer finger tips together exactly two inches from his chin. "With great power comes great responsibility."

Marie sits there taking in everything that was just laid in front of her. She thinks about everything that has gone on in the past year . . . .

Her joining the X-Men . . . . . her first day with the X-Men and how right it seemed . . . . . her developing a deep crush on Scott then rethinking it because she came to the realization that he was a total jerk . . . . . her controlling her powers and not letting anyone know because she wanted them to think of her as untouchable. She really wanted to be an outcast. Why? 'Cause it's always been that way for her, even when she was little.

"So when do you want to start?" Inquires Charles, breaking her train of thought.

"As soon as possible," answers Marie in a low, but auditable voice.

"How does tomorrow after breakfast sound?" She hears him and then looks at her watch. 10:03a.m. She missed breakfast today. She didn't want to miss it tomorrow.

"Like a date," Marie finally replies.

"A date it is then," The professor says dismissing her. " You may now go train."

"Ok, I'll see ya later, Mr. X."

"Bye Marie."

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"OhmiGod! Mar like you didn't tell me that you and Scott like have been secretly dating for almost a year now," Can somebody please tell me what this chile is smokin'?

I haven't even walked all the way into the T.V. room and Kitty is already on me like white on rice.

"Huh? Me and Scott. Dating?" I answer half astonished and half amused. "Who in the hell told ya that load of shit?"

"Watch it, darlin'. Shit, there aint gonna be no damn cussin' in my house," Even though Logan is on the other side of the TV room, he can easily pick out each word in each and every conversation going on around him. It takes a long time to get used to.

"I'm sorry," A lie, something that I do really well. "Now Kit. Tell me what else ya heard about me an' Scott."

"Only that he like asked you to marry him yesterday and you said yes," my jaw drops and I can feel it literally unhinging from its place; Logan starts smirking, but she continues, obviously unfazed by my outstanding feat. "You two also," she gets closer noticing that Evan and Kurt are eavesdropping. "You two like ended up like having sex on the floor right over there." She points to the floor right in front of the big screen TV.

By now my eyebrows are blended with my hairline and the top row of my teeth have joined my jaw on the floor in front of me. Logan is trying so hard to suppress his laughter and Evan and Kurt . . . . . well, thank God they didn't catch what Kitty just said.

"Ok, Kit," I start after a few seconds of picking up all of my parts and straightening myself. "First off, who told ya this mess? Secondly, ya know Scott gotta thang fo' Jean. And . . . . . how is Scott gonna even lay a hand on me if I can't be touched?"

She seems to take my questions in consideration, and answers. "Bobby."

"Bobby?" Ah repeat. "Bobby what?"

"Bobby told me. He said like he heard you two yesterday afternoon."

I could've guessed it. That bwoy is always trying to stir up some mess.

"When did he tell you?" I really want to know. Even though it doesn't matter none, Ima still wrang his neck.

"This morning at breakfast. If you were there you could straighten everything out yourself," She then puts her hand up to jaw as if thinking. "Hey, Scott wasn't either. Where you two . . ."

Man this is a load of bullshit. I've had enough of trying to explain myself. "Oh Kit, grow up." I then walk out of the room and towards the doors leading outside. I need some air and a long nice quiet walk.

Just then Ah am bombarded with a beautiful white rose that smells like heaven.

It's Remy.

"Remy see dat, Marie be tres upset," He says while offering me the rose. Oooo the way my name rolls off his tongue makes me shiver; it also has me wondering what it would feel like if he had something else rolling off his tongue. Ah hope he didn't catch it me shivering. "Ya cold, chere? We not evan outside yet."

He did.

"Well ya know how mansions are," Ah say trying to play it off. "there's always a draft somewhere." He shrugs his shoulders as if accepting my answer. To tell you the truth, I don't know how much embarrassment I would suffer from if he ever found out that I liked him.  I would jus' die.

When we get to double doors, he glides in front of me and soundlessly opens the door directly opposite of me. His agility never ceases t amaze me.

"Why I do declare," I proclaim putting my free hand over my chest, acting the part of the southern bell. . . .again. It never gets old, trust me. " ya certainly are the gentlemen."

"But of course! Mon pa di't raise non fool."

"Obviously," I say trying to back my feelings of 'Wantin Ta Jump On Remy' down. "So Remy . . . why did ya stay with us in the mansion?"

"Us? Who dat be?" We stop in the middle of Ms. Monroe's orchid. The many flowers in it are in full bloom. For a second I forget that he's there, I mean, the sight and smell of all the beautiful flowers absorb all my present consciousness. It takes me a few seconds to answer his inquiry.

"Us," Ah say brining my free hand up and motion to the school.

"Oh . . . . ya mean, you?" He questions taking my small, gloved hand into his own.

I blush. And it's apparent (because my face is as white as chalk). Does he ever quit? "Remy, ya really something. Just when I think I got ya figured out, ya turn 'round and disprove everything."

"Remy like disprovin' ," he then touches my chin with an ungloved hand and lifts it up.  My green eyes meet his black-red ones. "Jus' what Remy t'ought. Ya been controllin' them powas."

"How did ya know . . . ." He silences me with a finger to my lips.

"He see 't when ya slapped Bobby fo' touchin' ya," I blush even deeper tearing my graze away from his knowing one. "He should've been out fo' secins, maib-be evan minits."

I remember that day, too. I guess Bobby thought it would be funny if he slapped my skirt-clad butt in front of our Math class. That was one of the few days when I forgot my gloves.

I look back into his eyes. They seem to have changed some how. They look as if they desire something. What?

"Well since ya already know. . . I might as well fill ya in on all the little details," he takes a step closer to me and I continue. "Me and the professor have been in sessions trying to control my abilities. I've been able to control my touch fo' 'bout um . . . . three months now."

"Dat long?" he takes another step closer, closing the gap between us. "Chere, ya re'ly good at hid'n secrets. . . .let Remy tell ya one of his."

"Oh really," I say defiantly. "Jus' what do ya got to tell me, Cajun?"

I lift my head and slant it to in question.

He leans forward, tilts my chin to a more receiving angle and kisses me.

My astonishment paralyzes me from the neck down. His kiss is light and tender. Sweet and tangy. Wow this bwoy sho knows what he's doing! After a few seconds I regain my composure and push away from me. He looks disappointed.

"Wha'? Ya like Remy's kiss, non?" He looks more hurt with every word he says.

"No . . . . I mean yes," I lean into his chest, reassuring him. "Yes . . that was great." I pause and look up at him in a serious manner. "Can I get another one?"

"Remy be obliged ta fafil ya request," He leans down to capture my lips once more. This time more feverishly.  I gasp at the fell of his tongue lightly tracing my lips.  He responds with a deep moan.  I can feel his hand on the nape of my neck messaging me and sending a subliminal message for me to relax.  I do and slightly part my lips.  He takes my action as acceptance and slowly eases his clever tongue inside my mouth.  I am shocked with his brashness, but quickly recover by mimicking his steps.  I am rewarded with a deep moan.

We continue for a while.

But it is him who stops it.

"Remy t'ink he need a cold shower." He shivers a little. Did I do that to him? Naw.

"Here, here." I agree half dazed. I start to head to the mansion. After that shower I think Ah need to rest . . . . . . in my room . . . . . . alone.

"Marie," shivers.

I bet this bwoy has the tongue of a God. Hey, I already got the opening act. I'm now ready fo' the show. "Yeah?"

"Be Remy's date fo' de Formal."

"Ok."

TBK