Disclaimer: I thought I said I would stop doing these, as I already sated it was unnecessary. I only told u I don't own them 30, 40 times.

Note: sorry I skipped some time, I wanted to do a holiday thing really bad. Sorry to that I won't do the address thing, it gets super annoying. Believe it or not I did try hard on this chapter. I gave it decent plot and it isn't pointless yea! The ending sets up one hell of a lot. I felt I have to make it up to you reader people. God bless all of you! 'speshaly Panther Nesmith and evolutionary spider for being the only ones to review chapter 3. And JADEOBLUE for writing that killer story. danks

In place of foot/end note- I found that quote on some web site. I thought it was really funny. If you have any name you would like to submit to the jury you are more then encouraged. If it can be shortened and sounds cool its gold. It wouldn't hurt if it were loosely French to. Just as the parenting thing. And yes, I am feeling evil today.

To kitty from Peter:

Where are you? You have not written back to me in almost 2 months. Has your computer been malfunctioning? Or has it been confiscated for "fraternizing with the enemy"?

I hope you are ok.

As you know Rogue stopped fitting into her clothes months ago. We still have not taken her to a shop to get something that fits. (Half because she hates full length dresses, and half because none of us will let her go.)

So now she has taken to wearing our clothes. This isn't so much a problem as we leave our things all over the place. We have not done wash in several weeks because even if you think it is to dirty to wear someone else will wear it.

This leads to some interesting conversations, I can tell you.

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and we don't even have a turkey yet. I don't think many of them are to very excited about it, but you never know.

I just wanted to wish you a happy holiday and hope that you are getting treated well.

Please write back soon, I want to know that you are safe,

Peter

Peter set down his laptop and sighed. Remy walked over.

"Hey, don't worry homme, she's ok, jus' a bit to busy maybe," he said.

"Hope your right," responded peter, he had hoped he and kitty were good friends. But now. he wasn't sure. What if she had stared to think like the others in her unit?

"Ok, so you guys are gunna go watch foot ball, even though none of you can stand it?" asked Rogue bewildered.

"That's the plan," said john as he shoveled in a fist full of M&M's.

"Why?"

"It's what guys do on thanksgiving. We stuff ourselves silly and watch jerks on steroids throw a ball around. Its tradition." Said john.

"And get your shoes off the table," said peter glaring at her.

"These ain' my shoes, they're yours," she said smiling up at him from her seat at the table.

"Then get my shoes off the table, that sound strange," peter muttered as he went into the backroom. [AN: where the TV is.]

"Are all of you goin'?" asked Rogue.

"Yup," said Jamie. He and Remy walked back into the TV room.

Rogue picked up the phone, "yes hello, can you deliver it now? Good Ah'm at."

Two hours later the boys were clue less. They had no idea who had won, or even who was playing. They didn't understand whom it could take 20 minuets for the last 30 seconds of the game to play out. And they also didn't understand where that great smell was coming from.

Then they walked into the bedroom the smell only got stronger.

"What in da hell is dat?" asked Remy. Peter shrugged and john sniffed the air.

"Don't know, but I want to find out," said john. Jamie led the way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen/dinning room/ driving room. [AN: they had parked the car, don't worry.] There were about 8 tin trays full of turkey day goodies like turkey, duh, and potatoes, and gravy and corn and some kind of sweet potatoes thing.

They were shocked.

Rogue put down the book she was reading, HG Well's "the invisible man" and looked up at them.

"Did you make all this?" asked Jamie.

"Hell no. Saw an ad yesterday about it and Ah just had to go check it out," she said nonchalantly.

"You left the bus without one of us with you?" asked Remy angrily. He was still thinking that she should be protected in her somewhat delicate condition, but all the others knew she could still kick ass if she wanted to. Thank god she didn't feel she had to all that much.

"He this looks good, I wonder if you could go and ask how they made these sweet potatoes things, they look great." Said john as he scooped about a forth of the potatoes into his plastic throw away plate.

"Oh, Ah made those," she said as she found a bookmark for her book.

"Really? How?" asked John.

"Just put 'em in a blender and added nuts and cinnamon and sugar and other stuff that's really bad for you and clogs yer arteries and stuff," she said innocently.

"Great!" shouted john and Jamie. The younger lunged for the spoon and filled his plate.

"Who wants to crave the turkey?" asked peter.

"You can," said Remy.

"Are you sure?" asked peter.

"Hell ya! When was da last time you saw me do it? Never."

"Ok," said peter as he found the biggest knife and fork he could to carve the bird.

"Hey peter? How many legs does it have?" asked Rogue.

"Two of course. What did you think?" asked peter.

"Well, when I went to order it I asked if they could give me a four legged one. That way it would be way more fun to eat, as the legs are the favorites of everyone but you. So once I asked it this guy wrote it down and Ah went, "hey! Ah was jus kidding! You don't need to mutate it!" It wouldn'ta been that hard fer him ta sew on an extra pair o' legs onto it." She said. The boys all laughed. All except John who was currently shoving his face with the sweet potatoes.

By the time everyone had gotten their plates filled the subject had turned to what people had done on the various stops at various cites on their not-quite-as-the-crow-flies trip to California.

".So then I accidentally dissed the Alamo in front of these die hard Texans and they gave me a black eye." Said Jamie, "nothing that bad." This had happened in the 2 days they spent in Dallas. They had been told Jamie "just didn't want to talk about it" as such they assumed the worst and left the state.

"What was the rumor I heard that you two went to visit the guild in our little stop in New Orleans? I'd like to know how that went mates." Said John. To his surprise Remy fell off of his chair and proceeded to laugh his head off at the memory.

"Shut up! It wasn't that funny," said rouge in desperation. She was way pink around the ears, as it was the only spot not covered by white paste.

"Y-y-yes it w-w-w-w-w-w-w-"

"Out with it!"

"Was!!!" he laughed.

"Ok, no I have to know what went on," said peter looking at them smiling.

"Ok, we did go. The first time- yes we did have to go twice- Ah was standing by the door and just as it was opening, this tree frog comes along- ya know the kind with sticky feet and slimy skin?- like Ah was saying it was there an it jumped on my shoulder right as jean-Luc opened the door. Ah jumped and screamed. Remy jumped and screamed. And Jean-Luc jumps and screams. He slams the door and Remy laughs his head off," she said. She looked down and blushed. The boys all laughed some more.

Now Remy decided he would come to her rescue- sorta- and finish the story.

"So then we go back ta da bus so she can changer her shirt and I can continue to laugh my head off. Tink' maybe you were at a movie dat night. Can't quite remember. Anyway, we go back and it took a lot of knocking before he would open the door this time. But when he did- BLAH!!!" he made a large gesture to indicate puking, "all over! We're talkin' massive vomitation!" now john was laughing so hard it was a wonder he didn't wet himself.

"Ah did manage to miss his face. But Ah hit him dead in the sweater. The thing was Ah didn't feel all that sick. Jus' sorta "*where* did that come from?" then he went and laughed his head off and we went upstairs to change again and the meeting went ok from their. Except for the fact that he teased us all the nightlong. And both of 'em kept bursting into laughs. He hasn't let me live it down sense." She muttered blushing all the more.

"Which one?" asked john.

"Both of 'um" she said.

"it's a good ting' ya didn't hit tanta mattie [sp?] you woulda hit her squar in the face." Said remy.

"naw, might a missed. Warning, warning, target missed." Said Rogue.

"So that's why you were wearing a different shirt that night.." muttered peter.

"Why homme? What did ya tink' we did?" said Remy smirking. Peter blushed.

"Speaking of that, when did you guys get "the talk?" asked john. He was going to make peter blush as much as he could for daring to be a decent modest person. "Jamie, you first."

"I actually had to get to the institute first. My parents were all into "if they don't know they wont do it" so I over heard bobby talking to Jubes one time and I didn't know what they were talking about so I went and asked the first adult I came to. And that happened to be Logan." At this point in time the intire group sans Jamie keeled over in their seats to laugh some more. "So yeah, I had to get my "facts of life talk" from Logan. The man can stay calm fighting somebody but her sure broke a sweat as soon as I asked that question." Jamie laughed at the memory of Logan's antiperspirant forced to work overtime.

"Logan? Calm? Not on yer life," said Rogue happily.

"Just checking. Logan is the ~?" asked john.

"Da one wit' da claws, AKA ~" said Remy.

"~ My over protective surrogate father." Finished Rogue. "and Gawd that sounds so funny. Wish Ah was there. That would have been great."

"ok, Rogue your turn. And I hope this isn't to bad," said john in between tears of laughter.

"ok, but only cuz you asked. 7 years old, three in the morning, life scaring, living room, given by Ilene. There Ah said it," she said.

"ouch, could you elaborate more?" asked peter.

"no, you really don't want me ta," she said.

"oh but we do," said john.

"fine! Ah wake up, go down stairs ta get a drink of water so Ah see Ilene practically making out with some girl, scream my head off and run back upstairs. She follows and explains that she was NOT about to get eaten by the other girl. But it was just as bad." She gave a convulsive shiver.

"now that's disturbing," muttered john.

"and I would think she would be more careful with young and impressionable minds around," said peter.

"she's not" said both Remy and Rogue at the same time. Both twitched a little.

"ooooooookkkkkkkk," said Jamie, "not gunna ask."

"I close this questioning due to extreme, um, wrong ness," said peter.

John nodded fervently behind him.

"good, cuz dis coulda gotten ugly," said Remy.

Jamie's drink flew out of his mouth. But the most of it came out his nose.

"ahhhhhh! It burns!!!" he cried. The others keeled over for the countless time that night.

"god Jamie, get that cup out of here. Nasty," said john.

"ow," said Rogue suddenly.

The boys fell silent.

"what kind of ow?" asked Remy cautiously.

"oh, not that kind of ow, jus' its kickin' a little. Ow, there it goes again. Ow, violent little thing," she said.

"cool! Its really moving.?" Jamie asked. He crawled over and put his ear to her stomach. He pulled his head back "yipe! It don't like me much."

"naw, probably just that god awful stuff you keep drinking," said john.

"agreed. Club soda is disgusting," said peter.

"deal with it," she said, she took another sip. The others gagged.

"so do you guys have any names picked out?" asked peter as he tried to break the silence.

"nope," shrugged Remy. "tink' I'll let you do dat."

"cool, summat that can be shortened. Like a weird name that can be shortened into something usual. Guess it depends on if it's a girl or a boy. And if we could put something related to ozzy in it Ah would so love it."

"wow, this has got to be my favorite thanksgiving ever," said Jamie.

They all raised their glasses in a toast.

"to selling out!"

"no never selling out!"

"to selling out only when absolutely necessary!"

"there you go!"

At that moment a drunk driver slammed into their bus.