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~Personal Thoughts~

~"Inner Voices"~

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%The Written Word%

[Flashback]

"Normal Conversation (Duh)"

* Com Link or Telephone *

*Sound Effects (usually just Kurt's popping)

ROGUE

Ah was sittin' in the dinin' room reluctantly eatin' breakfast. "Like you have to eat at some point. You'll like waste away to nothing if you keep this up."

"She's right, luv." Betsy placed a stack of pancakes down in front of meh an' smothered 'em in syrup. She'd been back a grand total of two days an' yet she had spent the entire time pamperin' meh, constantly worryin' whether Ah was okay or not.

"Ah honestly don't know why ya two insist on treatin' meh like this. Ah'm quite capable of eatin' mahself."

"I know that, but you've been really moody lately and well…"

"Well, what? If ya think Ah'm all weepy over that stupid Cajun, ya wrong." Ah pushed the plate back an' stood up ta leave. *Pop!

"Hello, meine shweister. Zis came for ja." He handed meh an envelope addressed ta meh.

"Thanks, Kurt.

"Ooo…like I bet it's from a secret admirer."

"Ah don't know there's no return address."

"Well, open it, luv." Ah rolled mah eyes an' phased through the floor so that Ah was in the garage. ~Finally, a moment's peace.~ Ah was 'bout ta tear open the letter when Jamie an' Sarah showed up.

"We're all ready, Roguey." ~Well, it'll just have ta wait.~

"Okay, in ya guys go. Bayville Junior High Express is now leavin'." Ah tossed the letter inta mah backpack an' completely forgot 'bout it.

"Alright class open you text books to page 274. We're going to be discussing conjugates of verbs…" Ah shut out Miss Wilson's voice as Ah did open mah French book up. An envelope slid out an' landed in mah lap as she continued ta lecture. ~Hey, that's where it went.~ Ah slit the envelope open an' a playin' card fell out. ~Doesn't take a brain surgeon ta figure out the letter's from Remy.~ Ah flipped the card over ta see it was the King of Hearts an' then turned mah attention ta the letter. Ah slowly read it ta mahself tryin' ta find some meanin' ta it. ~He hates N' Awlins? More importantly he hates his marriage! No, Ah shouldn't get mah hopes up. He simply said he wanted ta be back in Bayville, not specifically with meh. An' lots of people hate their marriages, not because there' someone else in the picture. But 'bout the picture of us he said, he'd 'treasure treasure it forever or at least until I can hold the real thing again'. Was that him just bein' flirty or what? Uh, this is ta confusin' for meh right now. An' what's up with that whole 'One Week' line? He doesn't make a lick of sense.~

~"Have y' ever noticed y' don't make dat much sense eit'er, Chére? How y' expect him t' know what y' want t' hear?"~

Ah folded the letter up an' put it back in it's envelope as the bell rang signaling the end of the day. ~Thank God, Ah can't wait ta simply go home an' collapse. This day has just been one head ache after another.~

Ah did just that when Ah got back ta the institute after picking Jamie an' Sarah up from school. Ah sat down on mah bed an' pulled out all mah homework. ~History, English, French, yech…there's way ta much of it all.~ Ah pulled out mah French book first figurin' that would be the easiest ta do, when the envelope came flutterin' out again. Ah sighed as Ah pulled out the letter rereadin' it hopin' ta find the meanin' ta it. Ah found none as Ah put the King of Hearts on mah dresser next ta the Queen he'd given meh when we'd parted last. Kitty came phasin' through the door catchin' meh by surprise.

"Are you like ready to go or what? Mister Logan's waiting on you for us to like go on the four-wheeling trip." ~Aw crap, Ah completely forgot 'bout that. Logan's takin' us ta that canyon for some four wheelin' before the damn it up.~ (A/N: I'm sure most of you saw the episode about Daniel Moonstone, 'Ghost of a Chance', so simply fill in everything that happened before Kitty goes to find her.)

Kitty'd spent the entire day tryin' ta convince us that a girl named Daniel Moonstone had moved inta the institute an' even the professor thought that she might be losin' touch with reality. Ta make matters worse Ah could hear John an' Tabitha havin' it all out down the hall. Out of curiosity Ah made mah way down ta find most of the other students crowded 'round the door tryin' ta listen in on their argument. With Logan's hearin' Ah could clearly make out the entire conversation.

"I can't believe you're going to the Brotherhood, of all people!"

"Can't be all that bad; you lived with them."

"I don't give a shit, what I did. You're nuts if you go there."

"Then Sheila, I guess I'm fucking crazy." There was the sound of somethin' slammin' an' then an explosion.

"Tabitha's really going at it now," piped up Amara who had her ear planted ta the door.

"Don't you even care that you're leaving all your friends for a bunch of losers?"

"How come everyone makes such a fucking big deal about me, but when my mate, Remy moves out everyone lets him go quietly?" There was another explosion but everyone's attention was on meh. ~Great, Remy's name just had ta be brought up.~

~"Everybody just loves de Cajun."~

"Look, this was all fine and good for awhile, Sheila. But I'm bored out of my skull and have got better things to be doing now." Ah turned an' walked away knowin' that this wouldn't be a pretty sight whenever John came through the door ta find everyone eavesdroppin'. Ah walked inta mah room an' went out onta the balcony. Ah could still hear their argument several rooms down through the open door. Suddenly a suitcase came flyin' through the door an' fell inta the bay several stories down. John came runnin' out onta the balcony an' watched as his stuff began ta sink. "What the shit do think you're doing?" Tabitha came out an' heaved another suitcase over the balcony as John failed ta hold her back.

"Getting rid of the garbage. Better watch it, 'cause your next." John threw his hands up in the air in disgust as Tabitha stormed back inside. Ah could just make out the door slammin' as she entered the hall.

"Okay, take care, so long. Don't get all weepy on me. Lets not drag this out or anything."1 He sighed as he leaned over the balcony railing ta watch the rest of his stuff sink. He honestly sounded depressed as he slowly walked back inta the mansion an' outta mah sight. Ah went back inta mah own room an' pulled out a book ta start readin' as Betsy came back inta the room.

"That was some fight."

"Yeah."

"He had a good point though."

"Yeah, what was that?" Ah kept mah nose in the book tryin' ta ignore what she was getting' at.

"About how everybody let Remy leave without a question, but everyone's bucking John leaving, especially his girlfriend." Ah slammed the book shut an' glared at Bets.

"If ya think Ah'm gonna start feelin' guilty 'cause Ah never tried ta make Remy come back, ya barkin' up the wrong tree." Ah picked the book up again an' went back ta readin' as Betsy got her stuff ta get ready for bed.

"Sorry I mentioned it, luv." (A/N: Ok, now you can throw in the rest of that episode.)

It'd been an extremely long weekend an' nothin' had been very good 'bout it. Kitty had moved out ta room with Dani, leavin' Bets an' Ah ta have our own room. As Ah crashed on mah bed, Kitty was gettin' the last of her stuff. "Like are you sure it's okay that I'm moving out? I like don't want you guys to think I don't like you anymore."

"Cool it, luv. We're big girls now. I think we can handle it."

"Yeah, besides, Dani could probably use ya company more than we do." She quickly grabbed the last of her clothes from the closet an' phased through the wall inta her room next door. Ah shook mah head. "She's such a worry wart."

"Can you blame her though? The girl's just worried about you."

"Ah don't get it. Why is everyone worried 'bout meh? Ah'm fine, when well they figure that out?"

"Well, it's not everyday that you lose a boyfriend, luv. Heck it's not everyday that you even have one, since Remy was your first."

"Just drop it, okay. Ah'm not gonna go all suicidal or somethin' over the fact that he's gone." Ah laid mah head down on mah pillow. ~Why does talkin' 'bout him give meh such a freakin' huge headache?~ Bets looked slightly agitated at mah pissy mood as she left.

"I'll be back later, going to talk to Kitty and Dani." ~Yeah, ya go an' leave meh here--alone.~ Ah looked 'round the room realizin' Ah'd just pushed all mah friends away, like usual. Ah sighed as Ah reached over ta mah bed stand for mah latest read an' felt a piece of paper instead. ~What the…~ Ah held up the letter from Remy an' decided Ah should at least have the decency ta respond ta it.

%Saturday, April 17, 2004

Dear Remy,

Bunches of stuff has been going on here. Just this weekend we thought that Kitty had completely lost her mind. Well, let me explain. We were four-wheeling in the canyon when Kitty had an accident, which knocked her completely unconscious for a day and a half. Piotr never once left her side in the Med Bay, not for food, drink, sleep, nothing. When she finally woke up she claimed that this girl, Daniel Moonstone, had saved her and was living in the institute. Well of course none of us had any clue who Daniel was and dismissed it as Kitty having some kind of weird dream. Well, that's what it was--a dream. Daniel turned out to be some kind of psychic who was trapped in the canyon and when Kitty crashed she somehow put herself into Kitty's dreams. Well, yesterday Kitty insisted on going back to the canyon to look for the girl as they were damming the river causing the entire canyon to flood. They found Daniel buried in an underground cavern and ever since then she's been staying with us. She's a really nice girl, Native American.

Well, now that she's here, Kitty's moved to room with her so Betsy and I have our own room now. It's kind of nice, we both can now throw our stuff around without Kitty ever telling us to clean up. Kind of miss that though, don't know why it always seemed to get on my nerves before. Ok, you're probably confused now. Betsy moved back to the institute, let me explain:

Kitty did fail in hooking Betsy and Sam up. Yeah, they just want to be friends. But Betsy finally convinced S.T.R.I.K.E. that she wasn't any good to them anymore since she'd been exposed in England and that she'd be more use to them if she was working as an American agent. So she's back and living with us at the institute. Unfortunately, Brian didn't come with her. Amara seemed a little down about that, I think she had a crush on him or something, but Bobby couldn't be happier now that he doesn't have to worry about someone trying to steal her. Can you say overprotective?

I'm sure this'll come to you as being bad news, it was bad news for all of us actually. John's moved out of the mansion and into the Brotherhood. Tabitha was so broken up over it. She first blew up all his stuff then proceeded to chuck all of it off the balcony and into the bay. He was a real jerk about leaving too, telling Tabitha that she'd been fun for a while but now he had better things to be doing. She balled her eyes out for two days to Kitty and me. I had absolutely no clue what to tell her. She just kept saying how much she regretted not ever telling him how much she really cared about him. She seriously thought that he might have stayed if she would have.

Remember that crazy French teacher who had a horrible accent? She's just laid on me the most difficult assignment in the entire world! I have to rewrite an entire nursery rhyme in French. I'm going to bomb it--there's no doubt about it there. Kitty keeps telling me to tap into a certain Cajun's memories to do the project but I think that would be cheating.

Guess what? Logan took me for my motorcycle permit finally! I haven't been driving it all that much though because I still drive the jeep to and from school. I was right, Sarah and Jamie hoodwinked me into driving them around everyday. I can be extremely gullible sometimes. Well, between that and the fact that Logan won't let me drive it in bad weather, at night, or in heavy traffic. So when am I supposed to drive it?

I'm sorry to hear that you're not enjoying New Orleans. That's a real shame because I'd give anything to spend a day down there myself. I bet you're a real handful for your Tante Mattie. She must be a pretty tough woman to put up with you. And your father, is he really all that far off? You've got a wife now, and well you should be happy with her. But then a lot of times marriages just don't work out but I hope for the both of you it does.

Rogue

P.S. You can feel bad if it makes you feel better, Picture me crying reading all your love letters, Walking around in your old sweaters, Baby, you can feel bad if it makes you feel better—don't know because it's one of Kitty's country songs

P.S.S. You do realize you're completely crazy. Do you ever quit the flirting? To flirt in a letter is really sad.%

Ah finished the letter with a sigh as Ah folded it up an' found an envelope ta mail it in. Ah walked downstairs an' tossed the letter inta the pile for mailin' the next day. On mah way back up all Ah saw were couples: Kitty an' Piotr; Bobby an' Amara. Ah closed the door ta mah room an' fell inta mah bed cryin'.

PSYLOCKE (A/N: Other views will be rare and extremely short in this story, at least in the beginning.)

I finally decided it was time to go to bed so I said good night to Kitty and Dani. When I entered the room I shared with Rogue, I found her silently crying into her pillow while Psyche Remy sat on the edge of her bed placing a comforting hand on her back. ~Poor girl, she's really broken up about him being gone. But she'll never admit it to anyone. I shouldn't even mention the fact that I saw Remy's psyche especially how she tweaks out every time someone mentions him. If only she could see that we all really care about her and that we feel bad that she's hurting right now. That's what friends do, they're there for each other when they're down. And right now, Rogue's down and needs her friends more then ever but she insists on pushing us all away.~ I changed into my pajamas and crawled into my own bed. Neither of them ever paid the slightest attention to me as I fell asleep.

GAMBIT

It had been a miserable week after de box had arrived. Bella and I had duked it out more den once and mon brot'er Henri didn't help de situation at all by constantly reminding me dat if dis marriage failed dat we were all screwed. Tante Mattie would always watch de arguments in her knowing way. It pissed me off t' no end dat she knew de trut' 'bout Marie, but she'd promised t' not mention it t' anyone so dat I wouldn't be in trouble f' cheating on Bella. Mon pere (A/N: father) also seemed t' be in de business of reminding me dat if somet'ing went wrong wit' Bella dat bot' de guilds would most likely kill me or send me off on mon own. I didn't like de first option but it was almost wort' testing deir patience in hopes of de latter. If dat all wasn't bad enough, den Julien's li'l visit certainly made t'ings interesting. He swore up and down dat if I broke his petite souer's heart dat I'd regret it f' de rest of mon natural born days.

Rogue's letter came in de midst of all dis chaos and was almost as if it were heaven sent. Reading 'bout de antics of some of de students at de institute made me forget some of mon troubles but t' hear dat John had left hit me hard. ~Can't believe he's really dat dumb. I don't t'ink so much he's dumb, non, he's just one hundred percent crazy t' leave a girl like Tabit'a. Den again, who am I t' talk, I did de exact same stupid t'ing.~

I sat down on mon bed and pulled de picture of Marie out from underneat' de pillow. I placed her latest letter int' de edge of de frame wit' de last one an' replaced it back under de pillow where I was sure Tante Mattie would see it again. ~Last t'ing I need is her t' ask me 'bout Rogue again.~ I t'ought 'bout moving it but decided against it as I went t' mon desk t' pull out paper and pen again t' write back t' her.

%Saturday, April 24, 2004

Dearest Marie,

Sounds like you're up to your neck psychics over there, now that Betsy's back and this Daniel girl joined the ranks. I'm sure you're just loving all that mind reading and levitation stuff.

Tabitha has mon deepest sympathy. John's an idiot and she will find someone else out there. She's a feisty thing and had good right to blast his stuff into the bay. It seems like all the idiots leave the best girls behind for some dumb reason or another.

I don't see any reason why you shouldn't use that Cajun's knowledge for your French project. It is yours now so you might as well put it to use. Did I mention that the Cajun you absorbed was handsome, debonair, suave, charming, sweet, kind, irresistible, seductive, sexy, etc.? Non? well, he is.

So Kitty had a four-wheeling accident…don't think I want to really know the details of how or why, though. Glad to know she's better though. May I ask, did it really take you this long to figure out that there was something wrong upstairs for that girl? Makes sense that Piotr wouldn't leave her side. He's the devoted boyfriend type through and through. Told me once about his little sister, Illyana, and how he'd spent over a week taking care of her when she was bed-ridden. He just fits the part.

Glad to hear you finally got your bike permit. Why don't you take a page out of my book and just sneak out one night for a little drive?

This week has been one great big living hell down here. Don't know why'd you'd ever want to come to New Orleans for even a day. I had at least one argument a day with Bella about our marriage. Tante Mattie keeps telling me that I'm married and should follow mon brother's example and move out. She's only teasing but she's right, I either need to act like I'm married or end it. Right now I'm leaning towards the latter; I'm not cut out for marriage like Henri is, at least right now. He's got a good thing going with his wife, Mercy. Both Henri and mon pere keep reminding me however that if this marriage fails, I'll either end up killed by the assassins or booted from the guild. Then to make all matters worse I've got a psychotic brother-in-law, you remember Julien, who's determined to make mon life a living hell. He tells me that I'm a dead man if I break Bella's heart, but I'm also dead if I even think about being with mon wife. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place right now.

You're right though; Tante Mattie, certainly has her hands full with me. She found the picture of us that you sent me and has tortured me for days threatening to show it mon pere if I didn't do as she asks. The woman's got to much hanging over mon head for mon own comfort. Hope you understand, Chére, I'm not embarrassed of you, just don't want to end up dead for ignoring the fact that I was married while I was with you. You may understand, but a bunch of thieves and assassins don't take that kind of stuff too lightly. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do anymore. I can't talk to anyone about all of this, not even Tante Mattie, only you. It's too bad you can't tell me what to do.

Remy

P.S. How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad, Tryin not to smile though I feel bad… It's been one week since you looked at me, Threw your arms in the air and said "You're crazy"—'One Week' Bare Naked Ladies

P.S.S. I will picture you reading mon love letter, Chére, but I'd like to know which sweater of mine you kept.

P.S.S.S. I'd send you a rose, if it wouldn't die before it reached you because the mail is so slow.%

I underlined de 'You're crazy' from de lyrics t' let her know dat I'd remembered it from her last letter. I smiled as I put it int' an envelope t' be mailed. ~Finally, someway f' me t' get all dis stuff of mon chest. She makes a good rebounding board. Dat's mean t' say, she's more den just dat, she's mon une and only reason f' putting up wit' all dis.~

Several days passed by wit' not'ing happening except f' de usual arguing dat seemed t' become de norm in de LeBeau home. I spent most of mon time in mon room doing one t'ing or anot'er t' keep myself busy. Often times I'd just wander 'bout N' Awlins just so I didn't have t' go back home. Dere were occasional jobs, stealing jobs dat is, dat would occupy mon time f' a night or two depending if de place needed t' be cased first. But dose jobs came few and far between f' me since no one seemed t' want t' trust a mutant. I had t'ought de anti-mutant people in Bayville had been hell, but now I had t' deal wit' it inside de Guild, which I was supposed t' be a well respected member of.

I'd finally had had enough of it all f' une night and had retreated back t' mon room claiming t' get an early night's sleep. Instead I sat by de phone picking it up, starting t' dial de institute's number, den hanging it back up 'fore it could ring on de ot'er end. ~Oui, I want t' talk t' her, but I don't want t' go dere. What if she don' want t' talk t' me? Letters are une t'ing, but a phone call's anot'er. How'd I get myself int' dis mess? Tante Mattie's right, I'm not de same. I'm in…non, I'm not in love. Can't be dat dis Cajun would fall f' a girl.~ I finally dialed de number and allowed it t' ring figuring I'd never know if she wanted t' talk t' me or not unless I tried.

* Hello? Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. * A gruff voice answered de phone and I recognized it at once as t' belonging t' Logan. ~Merde, just mon luck t' get him. Why not Stormy, or even dat Frost woman? Anybody but de Wolverine.~

* Bonsoir, Wolvie. Would de bella Chére be dere? *

* Gumbo. * He stated it as a fact, not a question, not as anyt'ing really. Just spat out de not-so-nice nickname he'd given me. * What the hell do you think you're doing calling here? * (A/N: Just thought of this. Logan's a Canadian, so why doesn't he ever say 'Aye'? Is it too comical for this tough guy or what? Just food for thought.)

* Remy just wanted t' talk t' Chére. Is she dere? *

* No, and even if she was I wouldn't let her talk to you. *

* Y' wound Remy real bad, Wolvie. Where is de bella femme den? *

* Quit calling me 'Wolvie' or I'll come down dere and rip out your vocal box. *

* Okay, it's a deal, Remy won't call y' 'Wolvie' if y' tell him where de fille is. *

I heard a growl on de ot'er end as he contemplated it. * She's at the movies with some of the others. *

* And who would ot'ers be? * ~Please don' say a date, please don' say it's a date.~ He seemed t' sense dat mon curiosity was peaked and he again took a li'l while before answering.

* Some of the other kids—Ray, Jamie, Sarah, Sam, Betsy, Kitty, Piotr, Bobby, Amara, Jean and Scott. * ~Dose are all couples! It's a date, I knew it. Merde, I blew it and handed Ray mon Cherie wit'out even a fight. Mon Dieu, what am I going t' do?~ * You still there, Gumbo? *

* Oui. Remy guess he should be going now. *

* If I were you, I wouldn't bother calling again. *

* Remy'll just leave y' alone now. * I hung up de phone disheartened as I lay back on mon bed deciding dat an early night might not be such a bad idea.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, seriously—Logan is Canadian so why doesn't he ever say 'Aye'? That's going to bug me now.

Okay, I'm going back and watching all the great reruns of X-Men Evo and just noticed something. In Gambit's first appearance I forget what the episode's name is but it's when Magneto pulls the sentinal out and attacks the X-Men with it after the Acolytes fight them outside the warehouses. Anyhoo, did anyone notice that Gambit has white eyes rather than black? I'm serious if you want to see, I've got pictures saved and I'll e-mail them to you if you want it! Just leave your email address when you (hmm…this wouldn't be suckering people into reviewing would it?) review.

Aww…poor Remy he thinks Rogue's dating Ray now. Mean of Logan to do that to him. *Smirking. So seriously, what do you guys think? Like the letter idea? Hate it? Tell me when you click on the pretty little purple button in the bottom left hand corner.

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