Title : Nowhere Kid
Chapter 19 : Think Twice
Date : October 23, 2003

A/N: Chapter inspired by the song "Think Twice" by Eve 6. ;-p Oh, and I'll be taking a stab at writing out Kurt's accent. If it sounds bad, or isn't correct, forgive me. =p

DISCLAIMER: You won't get a dime if you sue me 'cause I'm broke. =P Booyah. I don't any of the Marvel characters. I own my own and the would-be plotline.

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When all is said and done
And dead does he love you
The way that I do
Breathing in lighting
Tonight's for fighting
I feel the hurt so physical
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Remy was occupied in the kitchen. He was raiding the refrigerator when he heard a BAMF! behind him. "Bonjour, mon blue-tailed amino." He said without looking up.

Kurt grabbed the back of Remy's shirt and pulled him back. By the expression on his face, he was not happy. "I tried being nice, Cajun. I tried to velcome a stranger nicely. But zat vas until zou started hanging all over Kalli and butted zour vay into her life."

Remy stared at him. "What does mon cher have t' do wit' 'dis?"

Kurt glared. "Everyzing! Zou came back here vith Kalli. And zou vork for Magneeto! Zou could very vell be a spy for him!"

Remy scoffed, hatred flickered in his eyes. "Remy spits on 'de name 'dat is Magneto! He hurt 'de femme emotionally by tellin' 'dat her mudder died! How would tu feel if someone told ya yer mudder died?"

"I vouldn't know. My muzer vorks for Magneeto. But zat eez besides ze point." Kurt pushed Remy into the counter and grabbed the front of his t-shirt. "I vant zou to quit vhatever eet eez zou're doing to make Kalli stop liking zou."

Remy covered his mouth with his hand in a would-be surprised look. "Ah my! 'De femme likes Remy?" He dropped his hand and shrugged. "Remy cannot control it, homme. Mon chere is attracted and Remy ain't even tryin'."

This pushed a button of Kurt's. "Zou can control eet, coonass. By staying away from her. Or zou vill be in for a serious hurting." Remy pretended to look scared.

"Ah, mah gosh! Remy's scared now." He then grew serious, his face turning into a scowl, and pushed Kurt back. "Remy will not stay away from her jus' 'cause tu say so."

"Don't push me, coonass." Kurt pushed him back.

"House rule: Tu toucha me, I toucha tu!" Remy shoved him again. Kurt scowled at him. "Remy's outta here. Anytime tu wanna grow up, tu let Remy know." He walked past Kurt and made his way to exit the kitchen when Kurt BAMF!ed in front of him and swung at him, punching him in the face.

Remy stumbled back a couple steps, and felt a trickle down his chin. He wiped his hand across his nose and drew it back, seeing a familiar crimson smear across his fingers. Remy growled and undercutted him under the chin. Kurt cursed and swung back. Then it became a brawl. They scuffled about the kitchen fighting, cursing, and the usual violent actions that go on in a fight.

They broke apart by force, being Logan, that separated the two. Remy nursed his hand that was scraped up and bleeding while glaring at Kurt who wiped a bit of blood from his lip. "What th' hell is wrong with you guys?" Logan growled at them as he looked at the both of them.

"What's going on?" A voice called. They all looked up and saw Jean. But, of course, Jean didn't have to ask what was going on, 'cause, you know, she's psychic.

"These two bubs got into it." Logan explained, he nodded his head in their direction.

Jean sighed and looked at each of them, taking in the injuries that one inflicted upon the other. "Come on, Kurt. I'll clean you up in the Med. Lab." She exited the room. Kurt looked daggers with Remy one last time and followed Jean.

Remy glared after Kurt. "*Bon a rien." he mumbled. He wiped his hand across his nose and looked at his palm. It was still bleeding, and his hand was starting to leave a crimson stain. "Merde."

Logan snorted in annoyance. "Now, tell me what yer problem was!" Remy cast a glare in his direction.

"'Dat, mon amino, is none o' tu damn bus'ness." And he exited the kitchen and made his way up the master staircase in the foyer.

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Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around come around no more
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around I'll let you feel the burn
Think twice before you touch my girl
Come around no more
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Kurt was sitting in a cushiony chair. He was in deep thought, his mind somewhere else. Physically he was in the Med. Lab, sitting quietly with Jean aiding to his injuries. Mentally, he was with Kalli. He could imagine her sitting at a table in the food court of some mall, chatting away happily with her mother without a regard for the world. Kurt, on the other hand, had some issues. He had a thing for Kalli, and couldn't bring himself to tell her that. Then, he changed his mind after meeting her best friend, Hanna. But when he saw Kalli with Remy, he was ticked off and jealous.

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She spreads her love
She burns me up
I can't let go
I can't get out
I've said enough
Enough by now
I can't let go
I can't get out
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When I showed up and he was there
I tried my best to grin and bear
And took the stairs but didn't stop at the street
And as we speak I'm going down
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Kurt snorted in annoyance, startling Jean a little. But Kurt hadn't noticed. His mind was still somewhere else until Jean shook his shoulder lightly. "Kurt?"

He blinked out of his trance and stared at her with a calm expression on his face. "Vhat?"

Jean sighed. "I said that you're all fixed up." Kurt nodded slightly, but didn't get up. He just sat there. Jean studied him for a second. "What happened between you and Remy?"

Kurt shrugged. "Eet vasn't anyzing personal zing. Honest."

Jean stared at him, her piercing green eyes seeing right through him. She knew he wasn't being honest. "Come on, Kurt. You can tell me. If you don't, then I'll have no other choice than to probe your mind and find out for myself."

Kurt sighed. "Fine! Eet vas over Kalli. Swear up an' down zat I had good intentions."

Jean raised an eyebrow. "'Good intentions?' Suspicious that maybe Remy was a spy?" Kurt nodded. Jean shook her head in disappointment. "Or was it out of jealousy?"

"Zat, too." Kurt answered, his head lowered.

Jean sighed and they sat in silence. Finally, Kurt teleported out of the room, leaving behind a sulphuric-smelling smoke. Jean shook her head and rubbed her temples. She got up and went into her office and sat down in her chair. She propped her feet up on the desk and tilted her head back towards the ceiling with her eyes closed. There, she let her mind wonder. Out of the medical lab, out of the basement, up the master stair case from the foyer. Jean searched. Down towards the boys' dorm rooms...

But it stopped there. She opened her eyes with a confused expression and frowned. She couldn't trace who she was looking for. Jean got up and walked out of her office and out of the med. lab. Her heels clicked down the hall, an echo following. She pressed the button for the elevator and waited. When the door slid open and she stepped in, she was startled to see Remy leaning against the wall near the door, which slid shut now. Jean studied Remy, and saw that he was starting to get a black eye and his lip was swollen. Jean fought back the urge to laugh when she saw that he had a roll of toilet paper sticking out of one of his nostrils.

"Lookin' fo' me?" Remy asked. He knew the answer all ready. He felt her try, and failed, to track him down while he was sitting on the roof charging cards. Somehow, his biokinetic powers formed something of a shield around him, disabling Jean to be able to find him.

"Actually, yes. Yes, I was. Wanted to see if you were okay. And not too badly beat up." She eyed the toilet paper and a small smile appeared.

"Boy, 'dat was awef'lly kind o' ya." He noticed her smile and the direction of her gaze. "Ah, cher, ya kno' it isn't nice t' stare."

Jean shook her head, the smile still there. "Sorry, Remy. Couldn't help but look. It was right there. Hard to miss, you know?" Her gaze traveled up to the black eye.

"It ain't as painful as it looks." He sighed. "Ya know, dun't ya? 'Bout 'de reason fo' 'de fight?" Jean nodded.

The elevator slid open and they stepped out. "Listen, Jeannie. Remy tried t' walk away an' avoid 'de whole t'ing. But if a homme hits firs', 'den Remy's bon'fied t' hit back. Self-defense, ya know?"

"I don't blame you, Remy. I mean, about the self-defense thing. But to be fighting over a girl?" Jean shook her head. "I don't think Kalli would like that when she finds out."

Remy scratched the back of his head and sighed, his shoulders shrugging. "Yeh, Remy guess voutre right." He looked down the hall. He saw Scott approaching. "Cher, Remy mus' be leavin'. If he dun't, 'den One-Eye wouldn' be too 'appy. Adieu." And he slinked off back to his room.

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What is it you really want
I'm tired of asking
You come wasted
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A/N: Oh my effin' gosh!! It didn't take me long to write another chapter, did it? And it's longer than usual. Hmm...Ah, well. I'm a little depressed today. My favorite cat, Mr. Jiggs, got put down because of Feline Leukemia. *tear* But anyways...*sniffle* REVIEW!