A/N: I feel like eating some chocolates now… I dunno why.. o.O

Repliez –

Raliena: Haha, don't mention it.. the talk thing? I have something else in mind.. may seem pretty stupid, but u gotta wait for future chappiez to hear bout it..

Me: My goshiez.. did I say something abt Kitty being some kinda ghost Clydesdale in previous chapters or something?? Cuz I was planning on making Kitty something like 'Th Ghost Clydesdale' and then u came up with it!! O.O whaoz.. bt I hadn't thought of the white paint thinggy… so yerz, I'll prolly use that!! Thanx! And abt her color and the chestnut thing, Nari (go read her stuff!! It's great!!) who's some kinda horse expert, came up with hell kewl colors abt chestnut and all that!! So I hafta say, u are GOOD.. umn, the talking thing? like I've said before, I've got something in mind bt u hafta wait for future chappiez so.. ^__^ thanx for the great review and all the cool ideas!! And I will be bringing some of the new recruits in and maybe even Storm.. so yerz..

Chrissie: awz… thanx for the compliments.. ^__^ and damn right, u sure know how to make peepz happy!! :D Happy Easter to u too!! (a bit late, but anywayz…) ^____^

Psyco: thank u.. thank u… :D

-- sylver rain

The Clydesdales

Chapter 14: Time To Go

"Do all horses sleep while standing up?" Lance stumbled out of the barn and greeted the fresh air and morning sun.

"I dunno, yo." But I slept lying down. Hell, the hay was good." Todd trotted out, and ran off to find the other Clydesdales who were helping Myra with the farm.

"Well, someone's a morning person…" Lance grumbled. He took a drink from a water trough, before going off to find Todd and the others.

He walked into the fenced up field at the back, and everywhere, there were rows and rows of all types of vegetable. Lance stared in wonder. He had never remembered seeing any of them the night before.

He walked further in, and he saw the other Clydesdales helping around in a barren piece of land. Kurt was teleporting large and heavy farm material wherever Myra wanted him to. Evan was sticking long spikes into the ground for certain rows. Rogue was pulling out whatever weed she finds. Angel was standing by as if waiting for a command from Myra. Pietro was going too fast for Lance to see what he was doing, and Todd was…

Talking to a cow?

"Todd! What the hell are you doing?" Lance called out while walking over to the younger Clydesdale.

"Shhh!!! Can't you see? I'm trying to speak with Ms Belle here."

"I don't wanna know…" Lance mumbled as he turned back to the rest of the Clydesdales. It appeared that they've stopped whatever they were doing, and Myra was on her knees in front of the rows of seeds that had just been planted. She placed her hands on the ground and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, sprouts shot up from the newly planted rows, and soon the plants were budding and began to grow larger. Lance watched in amazement as the vegetables grew at a faster rate. Cabbages bloomed and tomato plants snaked up the spikes placed near it. The other plants were growing at a similar rate.

Angel suddenly took off with a hose in his mouth, and once he was above the plants, the hose let out a spray of water, showering the plants.

By now, the vegetables were a very juicy size, and Myra pulled her hands from the ground, and the vegetables stopped growing.

"So that's your powers, yo!" Todd said proudly, as if he had just solved the world's toughest case.

"No, doh." Lance said, earning a playful glare from Todd.

"Yep, plant growth manipulation!" Myra said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"MYRA!" Harold's voice sounded from the house, "Where are them pancakes!?"

"They're in the kitchen! On the table!" Myra called back.

"No, they aren't!"

"Yes! I put them there for you!" Myra yelled.

"Well, they ain't – Why, ya stupid lizards! I'll kill you two salamanders if it's the last thing I do!!"

Crashes and bangs rang from the house, and the Clydesdales just stood there and stared.

"Oh, we have a couple of some kinda lizard in the house." Myra explained, "And Old Harold claims that they always eat the pancakes I make for him." She lowered her voice, "But I reckon that he just wants me to make more."

The Clydesdales were still silent, until Pietro broke it by saying, "Lizards eat pancakes?"

"In this place, anything's possible, yo." Todd replied.

The Clydesdales were grazing around in the meadow nearby. Remy walked in carrying a news-com.

"Two more Clydesdales."

"Who?" Lance asked.

"Umn… Pyro and Frost."

"St John and Bobby!" Rogue exclaimed.

"Isn't it supposed to be Iceman instead of Frost?" Evan asked.

Remy shrugged, "Kar probably issued de name. Remy think people would get a little suspicious if a Clydesdale was named Iceman."

Evan nodded and Kurt spoke up, "So ve're gonna leave now?"

" 'fraid so." Remy sighed, "As much as Remy don't wanna go, we have to find dose two and get moving."

The Clydesdales nodded and got ready to leave.

Packed with supplies, the Clydesdales and Remy were at the entrance of the gate.

"Oh, Darling. I'm gonna miss you!" Myra sobbed, pulling Remy in a tight hug and kissing his cheek.

"Remy miss you too." Remy hugged her back.

"Aye, boy. Take care of yerself, ya hear?" Harold mussed his hair, "And don't you forget to take things like a man." Harold sniffed and wiped the little tears back, "You gotta be tough out there, *sniff*, just like Old Harold here!" He sobbed and suddenly burst into tears and hugged Remy, "I'm gonna miss you, boy!!!"

Myra rolled her eyes. "Alright now, Darling. Take care, you hear? We'll see you again soon!"

Remy smiled and nodded, "Remy will come back again!"

As Todd was getting glomped by Myra, Harold pulled Remy aside, "Boy, I've got something I think you may need." He pulled out a small metal device. It was a square ring with a line running around the inner side in the hole, and had a handle sticking out from one of the square ring's side. "See this?"

Remy nodded.

Harold pressed a button on the contraption, and the line in the inner sides of the ring lit up in a bright red, and the next second, a red screen slid down from one side, so now device looked like a square with a red screen in the middle, and a handle sticking out.

"What's this?" Remy asked.

"This red light here in the middle," Harold pointed at the red translucent screen, "It can cut through anything in a jiffy, unlike that laser blade thing of yours. That thing takes ages to cut through those collars you were talkin' about. This baby," He jiggled the device, "A laser vise, you just clamp it over that pesky collar and press this little button, and hooo, boy, you've got yourself a broken collar!"

"Whoa… you made it yourself?!"

"Yep, and hey! Just remember not to touch the screen! You wanna see what happens when ya do?" Remy nodded. "Well…" Harold looked around and picked up a short metal pole, an inch in diameter. "Now, watch this." He held the laser vise so that the screen was facing up, and he dropped the pole through.

As the pole touched the glowing red screen, it melted and came out from the other side in a thick liquid form. This all happened in a second, and the metal that was once a pole was now a puddle of mecury-like liquid on the ground between them.

Harold switched the laser vise off and passed it to Remy, "Wow…" Remy managed to utter, "Thank, Harold!"

"Anytime, boy." Harold smiled.

They ended their goodbyes and went their separate ways, and Harold and Myra stood at the gates, waving until the Remy and the Clydesdales were out of sight.

"Bless that child." Myra sighed, "I hope he accomplishes whatever he sets out to do."

End of chapter 14

A/N: Sigh, sigh, sigh… and did I mention Sigh?