Anything but ordinary3: I understand your predictament about being unsensitive and unromantic that you spoke of in your last review of the other story. Same problem I have, but I always have disfunction romances..here's the next chapter.

VA-river-girl: Thanks for reviewing. Most of this stuff comes from the three kids I baby-sit and others are just my imagination.

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Scott opens his eyes, hearing the sound of arguing outside in the hall. "Morning already?"he mutters, turning over and glaring at the clock. 9:20 flashes to 9:21 as he watches. He moans and buries his head further under the pillow. Someone bangs on his door. Logan. "Hey, one eye! Get your ass up! You're suppoused to help with the kids!"he growls, banging on the door some more. Scott glowers at the door. "I'm working on it!" "Well hurry it up!" A final punch to the door almost knocks it in before there's silence. I swear I'm never speaking to any of the woman again for leaving me here with those two imbecils and the monsters. He changes clothes quickly and brushes his hair until it lay perfectly on his head. "Looking good, Summers,"he says, smiling at his reflection in a cheesy way. "SCOTT!" Scott checks his hair once more then opens his bedroom door and walks into the hall. Something crunches under his feet.

"Great what now?"he mumbles, looking down and noticing a trail of brightly colored candy pieces littering the floor. He removes his shoe and looks at the bottom of it. Specks of blue can be seen in the brown mess stuck to the bottom of his shoe. "What is this? A joke?" He follows the candy pieces down the hall, down the stairs and stops briefly to listen for any other sound. The sound of Logan and Gambit's voices come from the kitchen along with the sound of the tv from the living room-Bobby and Jubilee's cartoons most likely. "Something's wrong with this picture...It's like they're calling ants to come take over the mansion." Scott returns to picking up the candy pieces from the floor and stuffing them into the bag he'd picked up along the way. The bits stop just before the door so he opens it after removing that one. A longer trail leads out into the surrounding woods. "Now I've got you, you little buggers! I'll make you wish you'd never heard the name Scott Summers!"he announces, cackling as he runs into the woods in search of the monster leaving the candy everywhere.

Scott is just reaching the end of the trail when something wraps around his foot and he's yanked up by his foot. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The scream stops as he realizes that he was now staring down at the ground which is covered completly in the colored candy bits he'd picked up earlier. "Help! I'm being kidnapped! Ahhhhhh! Help!" "It worked." "That's the point, Tara." He looks to his left and stares at the two children who'd been staying with them for the last few days. "We caught a big une(one),"Tara says, poking him in the eye on accident,"What we do wit him now?" Angel shrugs and begins scattering the discarded candy bits around the trap they'd found. "Wolfs will get him! M n' Ms will bring wolfs and they'll...." She demonstrates an animal's jaws with her arms. Tara smiles,"Chomp, chomp!" Scott stares at the two children, worried. "Kids, how about you let me down? I won't tell Logan or Remy about this if you just let me down,"he tries reasoning with them. The two stare up at him, then shakes their heads. "Nope. Wolfs got to eat you..wolfs behave if you give 'em meat,"one of the two announces, smiling sweetly as they back away. "There's no wolves around here, kids..." Their smiles fade for an instant. "There will be..." As they finish speaking they turn and run off back in the direction of the mansion. "Noooo! HELP!! SOMEONE HELP ME!"

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"Remy, can we go play upstairs?"Angel questions, beginning to draw shapes with her finger in the pile of sugar on the floor. Gambit stares at her, wondering what the two of them had done to cause the sugar incident. "Oui, petite. Just don't go near any rooms except the ones Remy's given you permission, comprendre?" Two pair of eyes stare up at him. "No?" "Good petites. Remy say go play." "Thanks, Remy,"both girls chorus as they run out of the room and upstairs with the clumping of footsteps. "Remy never understand kids, but where de hell is Scott? He can't slack off watching de chil'ren because he de leader...Remy give him a wake up call.." Gambit opens the side door and tries kicking the sugar out the door; it doesn't do much good except make the mess worse. "M'Tante Mattie should have taught Remy how to sweep. He no good at it..." "Dammnit, Gumbo! Would you stop throwing sugar at me!?!?" Gambit swallows and looks down at Logan. "Bon matin, mon ami,"he says, cheerfully,"Remy be going now.." "I don't think so, Cajun..." *SHINKT*

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Angel knocks on the door. "Someone home?" She knocks again, then looks over at Tara who's busy knocking on the door across the hall. "Where eveyone go?" "Dunno...I bet we can go in this room. It not locked..." "Remy say we not go in rooms he not give us permission,"Tara says moving to stand beside her. Angel shrugs. "Angel say Remy just being silly.." She turns the knob and pushes the door open, looking in. "Ohh, see, Tara!" After a few moments they decide to enter the room and begin looking around the bedroom. "What this book about? Pear-norman-al..." Tara shrugs. "Dunno..can't read. What's this?" Angel looks over and blinks several times. "Angel think you ask Logan...Angel no know." "Okay...." Tara shrugs and puts the red-colored wig on her head, beginning to spin around in circles. This results in several books and also a lamp crashing to the floor. "Oops..."

~Get out of my room, you little demons!~ "Ahhhhh! There's voices!" Angel and Tara run from the room with their hands over their ears. The wig somehow stays on Tara's head as they stop at the bottom of the stairs. Angel speaks after a moment,"You think the wolfs ate the mean dude yet?" "We check.." Footsteps echo as the two run to the living room window and climb onto the window seat, looking out. "Angel sees nothing..." Someone clears their throat behind them and both turn around. "Uh oh.." "Oops..."