Author's Note: I actually got a few replies to this. I think I'm in shock. Anywho, through various TV shows, movies, and real life experiences, I got the idea(s?) for this chapter, so I went ahead and wrote it. ^_^

Gambit: You, chere, are not allowed near anymore TVs, computer, magazines, books, or friends. You are to sit in your room /not/ tinkin' of fanfiction ideas.

Yes, Gambit is still here. And not being helpful. I know have sufficient evidence to believe Gambit /did/ steal my mass hypnotion device and is hiding it, so I still don't own X-Men Evolution.

Gambit: Chere, would Gambit lie to you?

Yes. I know I butchered Gambit's accent, by the way.And no, I won't be doing John's. The only reason I attempted Gambit's is 'cause I figured I could just replace every 'th' with a 'd'. Obviously, accents are not my thing.

Gambit: Obviously.

Oh, and thanks to the reviewers of the last chapter. Cdragon: Yeah, the John blow up a microwave thing has probably been used before, but oh, well. I like Remy/John-ness, too.It's fun to write. And I was going for Remy seeming more sane.At least in that chapter. And yup, he's the comic book guy. ^_^ There's another little part in here from that episode of the Simpsons. Dai-chan: Don't worry, no one will steal your guy, woman, man, or otherwise. He's still all yours, seeing as I sort of value my life. Although I'm sure thousands of other fangirls now want to kill me. It's a lose/lose situation, here. Flamingo: Really? You thought it was that funny? Coolies! ^_^ Thanks. Don't worry, I never listen to Gambit. And I hope not.Gambit as my muse would be terrifying.

Gambit: For Gambit, maybe.

Ahem. I think this Author's Note has gone on even longer than the first chapters..Sorry about that. I tend to ramble. But that's okay, seeing as most people tend to skip over the Author's Note and go right on to the story. I'm sure they're ticked at me for making them scroll down so much. Oh, well. Sorry?

Chapter Two

"All right, everybody for Springfield, get your asses off my bus!" Larry shouted, opening the bus doors.
John and Remy watched as most of the passengers got off. The bus took off again, and John turned to Remy.
"So you really don't remember nothing, mate?" John asked.
Remy nodded. "Most o' de day is jus' one big blank. Last ting Remy remembers is Magnet-head's meetin' and den de bus stop."
"Boy, you really are screwed." John commented.
"You going t'explain, though, right?" Remy asked.
John laughed, as if Remy had told a great joke. Then he paused. "Oh, you were serious. What, and ruin the fun? Nah, I think I'll let you figure it out yourself."
Remy stared. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately. "Remy always knew there was something he didn't like about you."
"Aww, no hard feelings, mate. I just wanna have a little fun." John replied.
Remy crossed his arms. "At Remy's expense?"
"That's the only kind of fun there is, mate." John said seriously. "And, for some reason, I just sounded like bloody Captain Jack Sparrow. I think someone's seen Pirates of the Caribbean too many times."
Remy considered that. "You did sound a little like him. Maybe you should tink about not sayin' 'mate' so much. Remy tinks dat's what does it."
"Yeah, well, maybe I should say 'crickey' more, too. Then I could sound like the bloody Crocodile Hunter instead." John said, tapping his chin in thought.
"Damn it, you two aren't getting off here?" Larry shouted suddenly. "You realize you are the last two on the bus and if you just got off here I wouldn't have to go to the last stop?"
"Isn't that kind of illegal?" John asked.
"Not if no one finds out about it." Larry replied, glaring at them.
"Err.Remy won't tell a soul?" Remy offered.
Larry turned his glare solely on Remy and tapped the 'Do Not Talk To The Bus Driver' sign.
"Yeah, we won't tell anyone." John agreed, not noticing the sign tapping.
"Good." Larry commented, then closed the doors, muttering under his breath about lousy kids that cost him an extra half an hour. "Next and last stop: No Where."
"Nowhere? How can a bus go nowhere?" Remy demanded.
Larry rolled his eyes, sighed, and tapped the sign.
"What de.But you were jus' talkin' t'John!" Remy yelled.
Larry muttered under his breath again and.tapped the sign.
"Wait a second, No Where? I thought this bus went to Oz! Hey, mate," John paused, looking horrified. "Crickey, I did it again!" He exclaimed, then went back to talking to Larry. "Isn't this bus number 16?"
"16? Nope. This is 16A." Larry replied. "Every Thursday, 16 goes off duty and 16A takes her place."
Remy crossed his arms across his chest and opened his mouth. Larry raised his arm, holding his finger right in front of the sign. Remy closed his mouth, and Larry put his arm down. Then Remy opened his mouth again and up went Larry's arm.
"No dis is not fair." Remy stated, while Larry tapped away at his sign.
"You're right, ma....er...Remy. It isn't." John agreed, pulling out a bus schedule. "No where on here does it say that bus 16 switches off with bus 16A."
Larry shrugged. "Them's the breaks. Now, here's No Where. Get off!"
John sniffed and picked up his backpack. "I will be making a most grievous complaint about the conduct of this bus's driver when we get back to Bayville!"
"Oh, no, don't.My boss said he'd fire me if I did it again. Please step off the bus, sir?" Larry offered.
John nodded and walked off the steps. "That's better."
Remy paused at the top of the stairs. "You know, Remy will be makin' a complaint, too."
Larry glared and tapped the sign.
"Oh, for the love of." Remy muttered as Larry tapped harder. The Cajun tossed his coat over his shoulder, turned his nose up in the air, and walked off the bus, where he promptly turned around and flashed the driver and not so nice hand signal.
Larry waved cheerfully to John, then stuck his tongue out at Remy, tapped the sign, and drove off.
John waved after him. "Nice fellow, wasn't he?"
"Nice? /Nice/?" Remy said in disbelief.
John nodded. "Glad you agree. Now, let's see.Where are we?"
"Nowhere." Remy replied sarcastically.
"Oh, yes! Of course." John said, pointing behind Remy. "Now I see."
Remy turned around to see what might have been a town. It consisted of a medium-sized, run down motel, something that was either a diner or a bar, a gas station with a Food Mart, and a tiny little shack-like house far off in the distance. In front of a dirt road leading through all this was a sign that read 'No Were'. The 'H' had fallen off and rested on the ground below the sign.
John started forward, only to be held back as Remy grabbed his wrist.

"Where are you goin'?" Remy asked.
"Uhh.To ask if anyone knows how to get to Oz from No Where?" John tugged his wrist free and headed into the town.
"Remy tinks dis is a bad idea." Remy commented as he caught up to the pryo.
John snorted. "Uh. What is it with men and asking for directions?"
There was a very long pause. Then, "Remy is going t'pretend he didn't hear that."
"Hear what?" John asked, staring at him. "What the bloody hell are you talking about, mate?"
Remy looked at him, debating his response. Finally, he settled for, "You did it again."
"Damn it!" John swore.
"What happened t'crickey?" Remy asked.
"Gotta keep up the PG-13 rating." John replied, then added as an afterthought. "By crickey."
"Uh-huh. So, what about des directions?" Remy said, starting forward again.
"Oh, so now you want to ask for directions. When I suggested it, it was all, 'Nooo, this is a bad idea. Don't ask for directions, John.' But now that /you've/ suggested it, of course, it's a good idea." John muttered, snorting again. "Men."
Remy stopped again. "Okay, seriously now. You need to stop dat. You're beginning to freak Remy out."
"Stop what? Walking? Walking scares you? Okay, then, m-Remy, whatever gets your fire going. I'm going to go to that bar over there and find someone who knows where we are." John said slowly, in a 'I'm talking to two- year-olds who don't understand me or crazy people who might attack me' sort of tone.
Remy stared after him, then shrugged and followed him. "Remy tinks it looks more like a diner."

Author's Note: Okay, this chapter's a little shorter than my last one, But I've got my brother in here who wants me to watch a movie with him, so I'm putting the diner/bar scene I had planned in the next chapter.

Gambit: Wonderful. Dere's already another chapter planned.

Yupyup! Actually, there's a couple more chapters planned. Not sure exactly how many. Oh, and I don't own No Where.I think that's an actual city.At least, that's what my brother tells me. Anywho, despite what Gambit says, review!

Gambit: Don't!

If you hate being in my fics so much, why don't you leave my head and let the cuter X-Men back in? *coughKurtcoughcough*

Gambit: *silence*

That's what I thought.