Ok, I'm trying to make up the time I didn't update in the past week. So, here's another chapter in the same day. Hope you like.

I don't have anything to do with the X-Men, and you all should seriously know that.

We arrived in the desert, which I think was in Egypt or something like that, but I'm not sure, an hour later. I had fallen asleep, and Toad was the one to wake me. Unfortunately. He had been hopping along the wall of the jet, and Pyro had fired a ball of fire at him, I guess, and he fell on me. I shrieked as he shrieked and struggled with the fire quickly creeping up his arm. I jumped up and threw him off of me. He screamed for somebody to put the fire out, but nobody did. I smiled as I walked toward the exit with Pietro and Lance who were laughing their asses off.

I don't know how Toad put the fire out, but he did and when he entered the base, he was crying and bleeding. Crying. Ha! I grabbed a bucket from near a closet, ran to a sink, filled it with water, and ran back to Toad. I tossed the water at him, drenching him. "Oh, was the fire already out? I'm sorry," I said half heartedly. He sobbed, and walked toward the medical room. The others, Pyro, Pietro, and Lance that is, were all laughing, Pyro, manically again. That scared me a bit. But it was funny. No it wasn't. It was stupid. Ah, that voice was back again. It wasn't around during my fight or capture. That was good though.

"So, when do we head back to the moon?" I asked Pietro as he began to work on a computer. "Um…well, I don't know. We don't really have anything planned, and right now, we need to make repairs on the moon jet, and my father has to go the asteroid base first. So I think we may be spending the night here."

"Here? There's nothing here! Where will we sleep and eat and get clothes from?"

"We don't need sleep or food. We can live without it for a day," he said as he typed furiously fast. "Ok. I guess you're right. Um…I'm going to go and…do something…"

"Okay. See you around Mads," he said concentrating on the computer. I walked away.

I didn't know where anything was around here, so I went to the opening where the jet came in, and found the button to open it. It slowly opened, and I looked up. I guess I could have just ported up there. There were no stairs anyway. I sighed, and ported. There really wasn't anything around here. But there were some worn and broken stone fixtures. They must have been buildings. I walked to one, through the sweltering heat, and scorching sand. Lucky I had on big boots. I peeled my coat off though, and lay it across a stone as I climbed up to a spot to sit. It was halfway shaded by another rock, so I leaned back and sighed. It was silent out here. I groaned and grabbed for my coat. I had a radio in there, a small one, and either way, I doubted I would get anything out here. But I pulled it out, and turned it on.

There was a garble of static as I tried to find some music. Finally, I came to an old, old rock station. Why would they be playing this in Egypt, or wherever we are? There was still a lot of static, but I didn't care, as long as there was some kind of noise. I tossed my coat back, and set the radio next to me. I looked at the blue sky, smiled, and closed my eyes. This was actually kind of nice. Better than inside the base, doing stupid computer work.

Awhile later, I started craving a cigarette. I reached for my coat and pulled the pack out, and then a cigarette from there. Then I remembered that I had no light. Damn it. I tossed the cigarette on the ground, and growled. I need a cigarette like I need noise. I stared menacingly down at the cigarette in the sand. It was stupid. I was stupid to have not found a lighter. But then, it started to burn. Smoke slowly rose from the tip, and I smiled. I hopped down and grabbed the cigarette out of the sand, brushed it off, and stuck it on my mouth. I took a long drag, and then sat back where I was before. I blew the smoke out as I leaned my head back against the stones. Then I watched it blow away, and vanish. I smiled again. This was even better.

"Mon chere," I heard a moment later. "Remy," I said, agitated. What was it with him? He was practically stalking me. "Remy be glad dat you liked de favor of his," he said as he sat across from me. "Um…what?" I asked as I pulled my coat from underneath him. "De cigarette. Do you tink dat it lit itself?" I shrugged and looked at my almost gone cigarette. "I thought that it was the sun. The heat you know?"

"No. Remy is pyrokinetic. He can make anyting dat he wants, start on fire."

"Oh. Okay. Well then, thanks."

"It be nothin'." I nodded, and took another drag. "What is de chere doing out here in dis hot sun? In dis horrible desert?"

"Getting out of the way in there. And just sitting alone. Getting out of work a bit too."

"Ah. Dat is what I am doing too." I smiled, and then looked away. This was getting annoying. "I like de music choice," he said, picking the radio up. "Oh, that's all that I could find. Plus, I don't know where we are, so I don't know what comes in. I just needed noise."

"Ah yes, de chere is annoyed by the silence. Scared even." Getting annoyed by you too.

"Not all the time," I mumbled as I smashed my cigarette out against a stone. "Dat is fine."

He didn't say anything for awhile, and for a moment, I thought that he had left. I had my eyes closed, so I didn't know. When I opened them, Remy was closer to me than before. I smiled, and closed my eyes again. What was he doing? Moving in on you stupid! I can't have that! Me and Pietro-Well, then I would say something to him. Or move. I was nervous, I didn't know what to say. I didn't even know if he was thinking of me like that. I couldn't tell. He was a smooth talker. If he's this close to you, and bothers you that much, I think he may think of you that way. Dumbass. I sighed and opened my eyes. Remy was whispering something to himself, and looking really sexy. Ugh! Stop that! I scolded myself and took a deep breath. His tongue passed over his lips in order to wet them in this heat, and his eyes were darting all over the place as he thought to remember this thing he was whispering. Those red on black eyes…

I was getting entrance by him now, after all of that time being annoyed by him and hating him in my head. What was happening to me? I shook my head now, and scolded myself again, for thinking this way. Stop, stop, STOP! I'm trying to stop thinking that way. I can't help it. He was just so…he was charming! He did have that southern charm. That suaveness about him. I couldn't stand it anymore. He ran his hands through his hair, and then looked up at me. His tongue passed over his beautiful lips again, and I squirmed inside. "What-what were you saying?" I managed to ask him. "Oh, I was tinking about dis poem dat I read somewhere. I like it a lot. But I cant remember de way it went."

"Oh. Okay. Well, um, I'm, um, I-uh…"

"Is something de matter chere? You sound nervous."

"Nervous? What would I be nervous for? I'm not nervous. Why would I be nervous? Seriously. That's ridiculous…nervous…ha." I said stupidly. And girly too.

"De chere is nervous. Dat was de most incredible display of being nervous dat I have ever seen. Is de chere nervous of Remy?"

"No de chere is not nervous of Remy," I stopped and slapped my hands over my mouth. What the hell did I say that for!? Cause you're nervous. I am nervous. Of Remy. "Um…yes. I am nervous of you. Cause I don't know what to do with you always talking to me and being this close and stuff, and I just-"

"Don' be nervous of Remy non. He is merely a charmer. And de charm is inevitable with me. I grew up in de South and was always dis way. It's de true Southern charm."

"I know that. That's why I'm nervous. Cause I'm being charmed by you." He leaned close to me, and put his hand on the side of my face, and then smiled. "De chere is so pretty. And smart. Don' be nervous non of Remy. He is harmless." I laughed and smiled at him, "You already said that."

"I know," he whispered. Then he leaned forward and kissed me gently. I didn't pull away though. I couldn't. Damn that Southern charm, huh?

I felt his lips curve into a smile, and then mine copy. Why? I can't do this and enjoy it! I can't. But he kissed me again, this time full on the lips. And I did enjoy it. Over and over he kissed me, even letting his tongue escape into my mouth. That I liked even more. He was such a romantic! He was an excellent kisser. Better than Pietro? I stopped and gasped. Pietro! No! I can't do this! I shook my head and pulled away from Remy's gorgeous face. "I'm sorry. I have to go Remy," I said as I grabbed my coat and leaped from the stone ruins. "Pardon chere! Where're you goin'?" he called after me. "Did I do somethin' wrong!?" I ran back to the base, without another word, and stopped at the opening in the ground. I looked down, and ported. He didn't do a thing wrong.

I ran past Pietro, welding something on the outside of the jet, and he stopped. "Hey Mads! What's wrong!?" he called as I searched for a room. "Nothing! I'm fine!" I lied as I opened a door. Inside was a couch, and TV. I sighed, went in, and slammed the door. I locked it too. Then I sat on the couch, and sighed. Thoughts of what I had just done ran through my head. Remy's words rang in my head too. "Did I do somethin' wrong!?" I shook my head as if he just asked me that. "You didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry. I did."

Whoo…I really like that! Remy is the best! I am so I love with him! He is the biggest charmer there is. I wanted Maddy to feel awkward, so I did that, and it worked out beautifully. I wanted Remy to be a motif too. Always around, somewhere, and Maddy noticed him. He was the motif. A good one too! ~LOL~ Ok, well that's all for now, there will be more soon. But hey, tell me if you think that Remy and Maddy should have a secret relationship. Should they have kind of an "affair"? An unofficial one, cause Maddy and Pietro aren't married? I think that that would be cool. But tell me if that is too much. Thanks! Buh-bye!