Disclaimer: More to the shame, I don't own Xmen or anything but that twisted lump of cheese I call my imagination.

I was bored, so voila! New character! Well, he's not, he's been around a lot but you know what I mean, new to this story...Should I stop waffling yet? Hehehehe... nah. I'm watching Look Who's Talking Now...So funny. Funfunfun. Do you know what else is fun? Chess.

I am aware that there is a long span between the time the last chapter was set and the time this is set, but I wanted to skip forwards because of a plot. I think it was dragging on a bit beforehand. I am writing a substory for the Remy and Siannagh developing relationship though, as that is fun. If you're wondering why Remy and Siannagh are suddenly all over each other (well, not so suddenly if you read the substory), it's because they are now in a Relationship with a capital RRR.

Imagine Remy is talking Cajun, I'll adjust it to fit his accent later, and I'm too tired now.

------o(O)o-------

Remy looked on with an amused smile as Siannagh span wildly in a dramatic swirl with a complete strange on the street. Three years had passed since they had met; yet she had still not lost her eccentric style or her unpredictable temper. She was currently engaged in a waltz with a younger looking boy with albino hair and strange, suspicious eyes that were widely spread in apprehension. As she let go to launch herself back to Remy, the boy made his incredibly swift escape.

"Oh Remy, this is fun," she laughed, draping his arms over his shoulders and planting a little peck on his lips. He smiled widely at her and twirled her around. She pulled away from him and clenched her hand around his, then proceeded to drag him across the street to a little shop full of children's clothes. "Shall we buy Salla a new outfit?"

"Does she need one?" he said in his gorgeous Cajun accent. "Your daughter is spoilt rotten."

"It's nearly her fourth birthday," she explained, pulling her usual puppy-dog face at him. "Please?"

Remy sighed, resigned to be under this girl's power for as long as she held him there. "Fine. Let's go."

She grinned widely enough to fit a CD in her mouth and flounced energetically into the oh-so-cute-and-cuddly shop. Remy stood with his hands in his pockets as near to the door as possible with his head bowed and his cheeks decidedly red; however many times Siannagh dragged him into various increasingly embarrassing shops, he never adjusted to it. He glanced around, seeing one or two other men watching their wives pluck numerous clothes from the shelves, each one of them in exactly the same shrinking position. He happened to see the same boy Siannagh had previously danced with hovering by the window, his attention obviously on the excited young woman who was attacking the brightest clothes there, but as soon as he caught eye contact with Remy he was gone. Remy frowned, suddenly protective, and wandered over to Siannagh.

"You ok, chere?" he asked in an undertone. She nodded and held up an overpoweringly cute pair of green dungarees with a little yellow duck quoting 'quack' on the pocket. She seemed to be waiting for him to pass his judgement, so he nodded. "It's nice. I like green."

"I should get a top to go under it," she decided, and picked up a plain t-shirt that seemed to be exactly the same shade as the duck. "There. That'll do."

"I think we should get back," he said. A smirk had risen on his face. "Logan's six hour babysitting deadline is fast approaching."

"Fine," she suspired. "If you say so... Still think that's a stupid rule."

"She is your baby."

"Yeah, well, her other mother doesn't look after her, does she?"

Remy had the decency to look embarrassed as she said this. They hadn't heard from Mystique for nearly two years and she was rarely brought up in pleasant conversation; Salla presumed Remy was her father.

They paid, and left, the mood ruined.

------o(O)o------

"Took your time," growled Logan as Siannagh pranced through the front door with Remy trailing behind her. Kurt could be seen over Logan's shoulder, being ambushed by Salla as he passed the stairs; she grabbed his tail and yanked it so hard he fell over flat on his back. "Salla!"

"Took your time," she replied, mimicking Logan's voice. She chuckled, and stood up, her face now full and round from three years of proper eating. "Hello Mummy!"

"Hey Salla," she replied, squatting down on the floor to hug her hyperactive and mildly violent daughter as she charged across the hallway. "Have a nice day?"

"Yeah! Kitty made me a cake with a little frog on the front and then she took me to the park but Logan made me come home so I watched a movie about a dog what could speak, it was really funny, then Jean helped me have a bath and we ended up splashing each other and having a water fight, it was funny, but she had to go get changed because she was *soaking* so then Logan read to me and now you're home," she said in one continuous breath. "So hi!"

"Should a three year old talk like that?" Remy whispered, and Siannagh laughed.

"She's a mimic, and after all children learn to talk by mimicking their parents don't they?"

Remy shrugged, being almost completely ignorant to little details such as this. Logan raised an eyebrow and made to leave.

"I'm off," he announced. "I'm busy tomorrow, don't even consider thinking about the possibility of going out unless you can find some other poor sucker to do your parenting."

------o(O)o------

"I don't think Logan's too pleased with you," Kurt announced later as he sat down with the couple at dinner. He had Salla on his lap, and was spoon-feeding her soup despite the fact the child was quite able to feed herself. "He's been storming around the place all day, that's why we've been looking after her."

"You spoil your sister, Kurt," said Siannagh. "She's quite capable of looking after herself for a while, aren't you honey?"

Salla just pulled a face as though she had eaten a slice of lemon and took another mouthful of liquid tomato goodness.

"He did offer to look after her," said Remy. "If he doesn't want to, he could just say."

"You're abusing that fact," the blue furry young man replied. Salla pulled one of his pointed ears and he yelped, brushing her hand away. "It's not like you pay him or anything."

"Fine, we'll take her with us tomorrow," Siannagh said. "Of course, if we meet Mystique in the street and she tries to take her, I'm blaming you."

"Don't kill the messanger," Kurt laughed, raising his hands as if in innocence. "Where'll you take her?"

"To the shops of course."