Disclaimer: I don't own Xmen, if you haven't got the drift from the past 17 chapters. Hehehe. PLEASE COMMENT!

Oh, and Xiowolfe, you mentioned in a review about Mystique using Quicksilver's powers…To the best of my memory, she didn't, she just ran fast. Sorry for any confusion ^^. Logan didn't follow because he didn't want to.

Call me strange, but I'm really enjoying writing this. Logan and babies don't usual mix, do they? *manical laughter*

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"Once upon a time there was little girl and her name was-" started Logan, Salla propped up on his lap. Jean was sat across the room from them, watching with a motherly smile. He was stuck, though. Names stumped him. "Her name was…"

"Hey Rogue," Salla said in a perfect immitation of her mother's voice. "What's up?"

"Her name was Rogue," he decided. Salla giggled sweetly. "She lived in a big house with lots of servants, but she wasn't happy. She was bored. So one day she decided to start a war."

"Logan!"

"What?" he asked. With a sigh, he continued. "Fine, fine. She decided to find a…Unicorn. So she went out to the forest with her army-"

"Logan."

"Sorry. She went on her own. When she saw a unicorn, though, it ran away so she went home. The End."

"You really haven't got the hang of storytelling, have you?" asked Jean with a half-sigh, half-giggle. "It should be a happy ending."

"It was happy. She wouldn't like a Unicorn. She would have to build a stable, get lots of big fields and spend far too much on food," he pointed out. "Besides, it worked didn't it?"

The both looked at the baby. She was fast asleep, sucking on her thumb. Jean smiled, and looked outside. Evening was advancing.

"Shouldn't her mother be back yet?" enquired Jean. "It was quite rude of her to leave her baby with you."

"She didn't leave her with me," he corrected. "She left her on her own, Kurt found her, I looked after her. She'll be back soon."

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As her daughter drifted off to sleep, Siannagh was in a coffee shop with Remy, who was comforting her as best he could. They had been walking back towards the mansion when suddenly she had burst into loud, very frightening sobs. He had panicked, as most men would, and half dragged her into the first open-looking building he could which, luckily, was a rather posh-looking place called 'Coffee Café'.

After ordering two very refreshing glasses of fruit juice (he was completely skint), they sat down across the table from each other. A waiter walked past and Remy plucked a pack of tissues from his apron, his pick pocketing skills coming in useful there. He passed her one, looking at the waiter oddly when he saw the flower pattern on them.

"Thanks," Siannagh said, drying her tears. Her eyes were puffy and red. "I'm sorry, I'm just a bit emotional."

"Uh, Remy understan's," he nodded, still looking decidedly twitchy. "Do y' wan' anyt'in'?"

"I really should get back to my daughter," she whispered. He nodded. "They probably think I'm an awful mother."

"Remy t'ink y'ave un bon excuse," he laughed. "I don' even know y', an' I understan'."

"I'm sorry to put you to so much trouble, Gambit."

"Call me Remy," he said. He smiled. "I don' min'. I was bored, anyway."

"You never told me why you're here," she said suddenly. "You said you came here for a reason but you didn't elaborate."

"Remy has his reasons."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to pry."

"Stop sayin' sorry!"

"Sorr-" she started, then stopped with a laugh. "Perhaps you could come back with us."

"Us?" he asked. "There is more dan one of y'?"

"I am staying with Professor Xavier," she explained. "It's a place for mutants. Like us."

A couple of people on nearby tables looked over at them, faces vaguely moulded in disgust. Remy lowered his face quickly, avoiding eye contact. One waiter who hear began to approach, obviously going to say something, and Siannagh stood up.

"Remy t'ink it's time for us to go," he said, smiling dispite the situation. "I'll take y' back t' where y'are stayin', oui?"

They bolted out of the door. Only problem was, Remy had to bolt back a minute or two later to pick up his trench coat that he had left on the back of his chair.

The street was dark and it took a moment or two for Siannagh's eyes to adjust. Remy realised it was dark enough to remove his glasses in relative safety, and did so.