Disclaimer: Nope, the Cheetos are not mine.

Author's note: I know many of you are demanding to know what exactly happened to Remy…and I'm going to tell you this now. Something bad…but it's too long to add to this story line. So after I finish Undreamt Of I shall begin his story. Don't worry, he shall, of course, appear in this fic…

Undreamt Of

Breaking the Ice

          It was class time. Each child was at their desk…moderately behaved…Raven cooed happily from her sling on Justin's back.  Maggy and Thomas were busily coloring the book they were creating for English…Kurt was trying not to get caught pulling Dreeny's hair while Dreeny was trying not to get caught stabbing Kurt with her pencil. Johnny was chewing on his pencil as he finished an essay for history…and Sarah…Sarah was sitting in front of Rogue's "teaching table" and calmly asking about nuclear physics.

          "Ah'm sorry shugah, that's not a subject that is offered through tha home school folks. I'll get ya a text book when ah find one for sale alright?"

          Sarah sighed and almost pouted "I guess I could research chaos theory until then…or maybe genetic recombination…" she walked over to the school computer and expertly logged onto the internet.

          Rogue watched her with a bemused smile "All she needs is blue fur an Hank would go bonkers an adopt…" she was interrupted by two furious shrieks as Kurt yanked and Dreeny stabbed….

          Before they could blink, the two children held by Rogue…who was floating above their desks…looking angry…immediately the two looked slightly scared and sorry…Rogue shook them both by their collars "Ya'll know better…I have some math pages for ya both…"

          The two groaned and stuck their tongues out at one another. She had just gotten them settled…on opposite sides of the room…when the doorbell rang. "What in blazes?" she muttered as Sarah turned around, automatically assuming control of the "class" as Rogue left.

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          Rogue swiftly walked through the halls, rapidly trying to determine who would be at their door. They had no close neighbors…no deliveries due today…nothing ordered…she pulled open the door and froze. Sitting on her doorstep was Bobby Drake. Overcoming her momentary shock she smiled, the dazzling southern smile that had melted far colder hearts than that of one Iceman. "Bobby!"

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          Bobby had sat on the doorstep for about an hour before bringing up the nerve to ring the bell…and when Rogue answered, he had feared for a moment that she would not be happy to see him. His fears were vanished the moment she smiled. He reeled for a moment, suddenly realizing how badly he had missed her…he smiled, pulling his shades off "Nope, I'm Thomas Drake, his evil twin."

          Evil twin or not, he was drawn into one of the warmest hugs he had ever received and all he could think for a few minutes was Lucky Kids…when the warm, fuzzy fog finally receded from his mind, he found himself in a kitchen with Rogue happily making coffee.

She sat in front him, setting a cup down, and he noticed something different. It wasn't the hair…the face…the clothes…she wasn't wearing the necklace. It shocked him…as much as he had hated what that necklace symbolized, he didn't think she would have ever gotten rid of it. He sipped his coffee, the world realigning itself around him. Could it possibly be?

          He blinked, finally paying attention to what she was saying. She wanted to know about the mansion…he nearly coughed as he swallowed too quickly "Well, Storm and Bishop are finally married…Kurt's living at Muir with Kitty, wedding soon to come…Warren is finally over Betsy and raising a child he adopted…Logan has taken to being the phys ed teacher like he was born to do it…Jean visited last month with her daughter. It's a little red head she named Rachael…Jubilee and I finally managed to slip the professor some Rogaine…we also slipped him green hair dye, so we call him Chia Charles now…you know, the usual. How have things been here?"

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          Rogue blinked, absorbing the rapid fire facts. Then she happened to see the clock. Three O'clock…time for the kids t have recess…she excused herself for a moment, slipping down the halls once more to get the kids…to see an empty room. She started to get a really bad feeling.

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          Justin casually walked into the kitchen, Raven in her sling staring intently at Bobby. "Who are you?"

          "I'm Bobby"

          "What are you doing here?"

          "Drinking coffee…"

          Justin flapped his lavender wings in annoyance while Raven climbed out of the sling and toddled over to Bobby's leg. She looked up at his face and screwed her face into a mask of anger, growling. Bobby's eye twitched. Justin bundled Raven in his wings and glared at Bobby "Raven says you're going to hurt our momma. Go away soon or we'll make you."

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          A few minutes after the odd couple had left, two more bounced in. Or flew as it were. Maggy and Thomas landed on the table and looked at Bobby "Hello"

          Bobby grinned "Hello"

          "Are you gonna be our daddy?"

          He could just feel the headache coming…"I don't know…"

          "We say you can be our daddy." The twins latched onto Bobby with death grips, hugging him like there was no tomorrow…if they kept it up, there would be no tomorrow for Bobby Drake, fearless X-man in his prime…

          In between gasping chokes he decided to carefully explain the things necessary to become a father…specifically, he said "Go ask your mother"

          The twins glanced at each other and grinned smiles of pure delight. Maggy sped off, crowing something about wedding flowers while Thomas went in search of rings…

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          A golden retriever poked it's head in the kitchen door as Bobby worried his lip fitfully, Rogue was going to kill him…not that he'd mind…great way to go…it took a few minutes of panting for Bobby to notice he dog.

          It was looking at him.

          It was creepy…and it was looking at him.

          But…it had such big, brown eyes…

          It raised a paw, cuteness incarnate and shook with Bobby. It rolled over…it walked, sat, stood…then waited for something, glancing from Bobby to the kitchen counter…

          …and kept glancing.

          …Bobby…

          …Kitchen counter…

          …repeat…

          …twelve times….

          Then Bobby caught on "You want a treat!" he glanced at the counter and saw just the thing…a cookie jar. He fished a large, obviously home made cookie out and held it out to the dog, who took it with a happy yip…

          After he finished wolfing down the treat, he did another routine…and started glancing at the counter again…with a grin, Bobby continued to feed it…

          A few minutes later, a petite, elven child walked in…and she looked angry. "If he gets cookies I get cookies too!" she said as she stomped her foot.

          "I don't know if you kids are allowed to have cookies this close to dinner…" meanwhile, the dog had stretched in such a way that his rear end was high in the air…and pointed in Dreeny's direction…wagging…

          Dreeny did the only sensible thing she could think of, she kicked the dog. The surprised canine rolled rear over muzzle and landed ungracefully on his back, a look of shock on his puppy face. Dreeny smiled "Mom's gonna be so angry that you ate all those cookies before dinner Kurt…"

          The retriever quickly morphed into the beloved form of Kurt and begged for mercy. Dreeny simply walked out, leaving Bobby to gape and bang his head on the counter.

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          Sarah poked her head in next, her eyes lighting up "Ah1 An adult! Could you give me a hand wit my report? What do you know about deoxyribonucleic acid polymerase separation techniques?"

          "Ummm…it's complicated"

          "I know. I want to know specifically about the isolation of related gene filaments without the destruction of pertinent data that is encoded…"

          "Oh" he squeaked "Why didn't you say so?"

          "Is it better to use a protein capsulated chemical separator or modified viral targeting?"

          "This is a report?"

          Sarah looked at Bobby "You're not an adult are you? You just look like one…do you shift like Kurt? Never mind, I have research to do…" she bounced out.

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          Bobby was idly forming a mini ice-castle on the table when a blonde head appeared at his elbow "I can do that…"

          The ice castle began to grow spiraling turrets…small ice flags flew from thin poles and an army appeared in the inner courtyard...Bobby grinned. An opposing army marched around the outside of the castle…

          Johnny formed cannons and a moat…Bobby trebuchets and siege equipment…

          Spiked walls…crossbows…laser guns…rocket ship escape pods…aliens wiping out the castle and armies…soon the war had spread all over the kitchen. Bobby held the counter and north wall while Johnny had won the table, stove, fridge, door…and the demon child was slowly advancing on the ceiling territory!

          Bobby watched with a sense of dread as the frost crept across the ceiling…icicles forming and weaving themselves into marching armies of something or other…all his brave little army men on the counter started to wave little white flags…"Traitors!!!! Never give up! Never surrender!" the army was not agreeing with him. He whimpered "I'm your creator!" they didn't care…Johnny crowed in triumph as he encompassed the kitchen, then sauntered out the door.

          Bobby was left in the thoroughly iced kitchen as Rogue came back in.

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          Five hours later, he finally put away the mop and bucket. The children had been put to bed and he finally had time to go find Rogue again and…talk.

          He wandered through the halls and finally located the master bedroom. He stepped inside, seeing Rogue at her desk…and his eye was caught not by her soft hair spilling down her neck, nor by the elegant hand writing something…but by the painting that glared down at him.

          His hands clenched into fists…anything the children had done, he could have taken. Anything…but this…he could just imagine a loving hand painting that sneering, loathed face. He could even imagine Rogue talking to the painting on cold evenings…

          Evenings she could have been writing to the institute…could have been laughing at home instead of here. Home where she belonged. He suddenly started to believe all the little whispers…Rogue's actions over the past two years had not been like her…and grief could only be blamed for so much…and now this…

          He had seen first hand how powerful some of these children were…how devastating would those children be properly trained?

          It had all seemed so innocent…Rogue just needing time to recover…being a caring mother…

          But Xavier received letters from her and hid them.

          Xavier had hidden the address from her friends…

          Xavier could have quite easily influenced a grieving woman…

          Xavier…

          He fixed his cold rage on Xavier, because the object of his hate, the suave, fiendish Remy was beyond his reach. He cleared his throat, frost hissing on his breathe. "It's been an enlightening visit Rogue, but I gotta get back…I'll see you later sometime alright?"

          Without another word, he left, leaving Rogue shivering and wondering…

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          Shre waited a few moments, glancing up at her painting in worry, seeking comfort…then walked to the front door to set the alarm. She wasn't the only one there. Justin and Raven were both standing three, equal looks of distaste and anger on their faces "He better not come back momma…"

          She shooed them off to bed, biting her lip "Don't worry shugah…" she spoke to herself "Ah don't think he's coming back…"

          She hurried back to her room, chilled…and continued to write her diary entry.

…Bobby just left…and ah hope he doesn't return…he scared me for some reason…I'm leavin the security systems armed twenty four seven now…

          She set down her pen and closed her diary, still cold. Several cups of hot cocoa later, she was finally able to stop shivering…

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There we go, apologies to all those that were awaiting an update to this fic…now that I am on summer break, they shall be more frequent…and a note to a reviewer (who will remain anonymous for their safety)…go in for X-gene testing, I received your demand as I typed this chapter…so you must be psychic…