The red glow was also the first thing I saw when I woke up. I gave a terrified squeak and tumbled out of bed. Remy helped me up.

"Have you been sitting there the whole time?"

"Well, Remy went an' got a sandwich, but otherwise, yeah." He grinned sheepishly.

"Great, now I got a stalker."

"I made you a sandwich too." He said, holding it up.

"Like, no way, I totally need to watch my figure." I clapped my hands over my mouth. "Just ignore that, it was only Kitty." Remy raised an eyebrow but handed me the sandwich anyway.

"Stupid voices."

After I finished eating, Remy was still sitting there, staring. "So…Are you just gonna watch me all day?"

"Can I?"

"No!"

"Well, then we could…" Logan growled from the doorway.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Somebody blew up half the gym. And I'm guessin' it was Gumbo here. It's got his name written all over it."

I was reluctant to tell anyone about what was happening with my powers. "Er, no it wasn't…"

"Yeah, it was me." Remy interrupted. I stared at him. Logan growled again. "It was only an accident."

"Well, now, not only do you have to fix the gym room, but you also have to watch the X-jet." Remy nodded. "And blow up anything again, even on 'accident', and you won't be so lucky." He left with another growl.

"Thanks, Remy."

"No problem, Cherie. Remy always looks out for his girl." He gave me a wink.

I followed Remy to the gym I had destroyed. There was a huge hole in the ceiling and smoke marks surrounding it and also on the mats below. Plaster and melted stuffing littered the floor.

"It looked so much, er, nicer, in the dark."

"Don't worry, Cherie, Remy can fix it." Wolverine had left nails, boards, plaster paint, and all the kind of stuff for us in the corner. I took a bucket of soapy water and morphed into Nightcrawler so I could stick to the ceiling and hold the bucket with my tail. Remy worked on the carpentry and such.

It took us about an hour to finish. After I finished with the ceiling, I started on the mats. Remy would tease me, and I would respond by smacking him in the face with my tail. Washing the blackbird wasn't too hard, I just conjured up a huge rainstorm in the garage.

"See, Remy knew his petite loved him."

"No I don't. I just couldn't let you clean up something that was my fault in the first place."

Remy put his hands on my waist and drew me towards him. "Remy thinks you do."

"Let go of me or you're gonna get hurt!"

"Roguey wouldn't hurt her Remy."

I heard myself growl and say, "Rogue may not, but one of us will."

"Quiet Wolverine, I can take care of him myself. In fact it will be more fun this way."

"Well, then hurry up and do something. I'm getting bored." The Kurt Voice told me.

I gave Remy a wry grin. "Sure you don't want to reconsider Remy?"

"Nope, Remy's not afraid of his fille."

I let a little bolt of energy flow through my fingers from Ray's power. Remy gave a jolt and drew his hands away. I giggled. He shook his head slightly. His hair was all sticking straight up on end. I doubled over laughing.

"You really know how to give Remy a shock – Hey, what's wrong?"

"Your hair!"

"What's wrong with Remy's hair?" He said, looking panicked. He pulled a mirror out of a random pocked. The look on his face was priceless when he saw his hair all messed up. "Roguey! How could you mess up Remy's hair? Remy will see you later, he has to go fix this mess." I was still laughing.

"That's mean of what you did to pavre Remy." His counterpart spoke in my head.

"Yeah, like, for once I have to agree. Messing with somebody's hair is a low blow." Kitty's Voice added grumpily.

"Oh, quiet it was funny." Amara told her.

"Don't start another fight." I told them.

"Fine, but that was, like totally cruel. And you guys are like so totally cute together."

"Well, it's not gonna happen."

"Why not?" Kitty demanded.

"Because I said so, now no more questions."

"Arg, I give up! You're hopeless! You're gonna end up a nun! Or a crazy old cat lady."

Later that night, when I saw Remy at dinner, he looked at me slightly frightened and kept patting his hair. After about the hundredth time, he seemed to have finally driven Logan off the edge.

"What's wrong, Bub? Got bugs in your hair."

"N-No, Just a little joke gone awry." Logan caught him shoot me a glance and chuckled.

"Well, you keep patting your hair, and you're either gonna be missing your hands or your head. Can't really decide which would amuse me more at the moment."

"Remy'll stop." I giggled. His hands nearly jumped up to his hair, but he saw a glance from Logan and stopped just in time. I laughed harder. He looked panic-stricken and bit his lower lip. Of course that didn't help, I only broke out in a fresh wave of laughter. His hands started twitching on the table, so he sat on them. After another minute of me laughing, he finally broke down and ran his hand across the top of his head to make sure it was all still in place.

"Remy! What'd I tell you about doing that." Remy took one look at the look Logan and I exchanged and started whimpering.

(AN: Sorry this took so long, there was extensive computer troubles. I'm not sure if it's gonna keep me from posting my next chapter when I finish too. Maybe I can get it fixed by then.)