Here I am again, but this time hopefully it will be better than the other fanfic, "Next in Line". Same story line, definately a Romy, you'll still crack up, most likely.

Disclaimer: The disclaimer is out on the road now, because it feels like it doesn't belong to any one any where. It feels used, o well, it'll come back soon enough, and it always does.

"Regular conversations"

/ Telekinetic/

"Field of Oleander"

Chapter 1: Streaks of Red

There was a knock on the door, following it a solid note that rang throughout the whole mansion, but half of the residents didn't pay attention, nor did they have the time to. A woman decked in red to match the color of her hair, stepped up to the door finding a boy, in his late teens, perhaps already in his twenties, leaning against the frame of the door, panting.

The words he spoke were barely audible, but Jean managed to drag it out of him with her telekinetic powers, "I need help, please."

She raced through his mind as her feet led her body to the infirmary to tend to the boy's wounds. While alerting the professor, she found small clips of him getting beat up by anti- mutant haters. Her paced quickened now that she was assured that he was a neutral player in the game.

/Jean I will be there soon./

/He was in a fight against some anti- mutant mobs. He's pretty badly injured, I can bet he has some broken bones and perhaps internal bleeding./

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Marie was stunned, horrified, surprise, and amazingly willing to take in all this, the world of mutants, others like her, as wolverine crashed on the hood of the truck. She stopped feeling the heat and vibrations of the truck as the gruff and hairy man headed towards her; she felt no urge to feel his grip.

As if answering her constant call for help, the wind changed direction and went against the attacker. She took this chance to try and get out, but it was as hopeless just as the first, the second, and the third attempt. A blast of red came from behind the man, with the overpowering stature out of her way and focus, she could now see them. A woman and man in black heading towards her. She was wondering if she should be afraid of them too, but she pushed all thoughts aside as the same red streak went frighteningly close to her hand as it destroyed the bolt that had trapped her inside. She took the woman's hand and ran along with them, affording a short glance at the truck before it blew up.

They helped her dust off, but had a quick pace to head towards, well what seemed like nothing, but with a second look and a push of a button she saw that there was a black jet now, one that she was surprised that she could've have missed. They gave quick introductions, just enough that Marie felt safe to be in their hold instead of... whoever that man was.

MARIE

Once I was inside the jet and secured, they gave me more insight into who they are. The woman with glowing white hair introduced them both, "I'm Storm, you can call me Orora and this is Cyclops, you can call him Scott. We're part of the X-Men, a school and team run by professor Xaiver. He detected you and Logan, as Mutants who might need our help. The man you ran into back there was Sabertooth and associate of Magneto, the man who was after Logan."

I tried hard at taking in all this, especially the names, they all had two, but then so did I.

"Hold on, we're taking off." Scott said gently, but the jet wasn't as calm as his words, in fact, it made me think of him as a pretty lousy pilot.

After a few minutes I mustered enough courage to ask them a question, "Where are we going?"

"You mean where we are." Scott said to me as we made a landing, much better than the takeoff.

"O." I looked outside to find a mansion, or what I suspected; the school in which I was supposed to take refuge into.

"This is Westchester, New York and the view outside is the mansion we are going to head into." He lowered us further into a dark room, which seemed to appear out of nowhere under the grass.

I followed them as Scott took Logan into a room that looked like a small version of hospital.

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REMY

I woke up in a room with a woman examining me, she was just about to send me into this machine, when I stopped her.

"Umm, what might you be doing."

"O, you're awake, I thought you'd be out for a bit longer."

I look down at my bare chest and then back at her, "And what might you have done if I was out for a bit longer."

"I would've taken the privilege of doing what I am going to do right now." She walked away and did something that made the examining table under me move into a series of bright lights.

Once I came out, she resumed to print out something from the screen.

"Were you taking pictures or something, if you did you must've enough to remember every nook and cranny of Remy."

"You can get off the table now, there are some sweatshirts over there, your clothes are in the washer, they were a bit bloody from the fight you had."

He remembered everything now, she was the woman that had helped him as he knocked on the door for help.

"Please follow me."

I took a few steps and my long legs led me outside the automatic door and she led me to a cleverly placed elevator, when it opened it seemed as though I was in a different place. There were a few kids running through the halls, but when they saw the woman, they immediately stopped, as if she was a teacher or something.

Soon we were inside a room with a man around his sixties in a wheelchair. He greeted me first.

"Hello, you must be Remy Lebeau, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Professor Xaiver, why don't you take a seat."

I went over to a leather chair and sat down, not getting too comfortable.

"You were outside our door and helped by Jean Grey, she is a doctor and teacher here at the Xaiver institute. I believe you were attacked by anti- mutant activists. Why don't you tell us where your exactly from."

I was processing all this information, checking over the notes I had read on them from before.

"Why can't you just drag it out of my head, I'm sure you'll find what your looking for."

"I'd rather not, I like to retain most of my information voluntarily."

"All right then, I guess we'll start with my name, it's Remy Lebeau, Remy Entientte Lebeau, and I came from New Orleans where I was part of the Thieves Guild, actually the son of the leader. I ran away due to some... uncomfortable circumstances that I'd rather not mention, but my life was at stake. On way here I ran into some people who told me about this place, but I also found....

The door opened and cut me off my conversation with the professor, and I saw a face that I thought I would never see again.