Well, I'm obsessed with this now after what happened to Remy and Mads. So, I'm going to see what I can do for you all. Let's see my brilliance…

X-Men? Yeah, I know that they aren't mine. These people should know too. But I think that I have to put this disclaimers note here. Whatever.

I sat in that room for a long time thinking about what I had just done and the effects that it could bring. What if Pietro found out? What would he say? He's done so much for me, and I went and did something horrible. And that would come back on me if he did find out. That he did all that for me, and that I was doing something to hurt him. And I had.

I had switched the TV on a few minutes after I got in there, to make it noisy. There was a music channel on, but it was nothing I could understand. I think it was in Arabian or something. I sighed, looked at the door, and stood up. What could I do? What should I do? Should I tell Pietro? Not if you want to live with the X-Men again. I don't want to live with the X-Men again. I was going to freak out if I didn't figure out what to do. It would kill me. Then I wouldn't have to do it myself. Suicidal thoughts again? Tsk, tsk, tsk. "Shut up!" I screamed at nothing. I closed my eyes, and stood there. But I want thinking. Nothing was going on in my head. That was really unusual.

At the door, I stood with my hand on the handle, thinking of what to do. "Go out, ask Pietro when he thinks we will leave, and then do something to stay out of trouble, or contact with other people," I whispered to myself. I nodded, opened the door, and walked out. Pietro was still welding, and Piotr and Pyro were working in a room in the back. I sighed, righted myself, and walked to Pietro. "Hey," I said quietly. "Hey Mads. You okay? You looked upset when you ran by."

"Um. No. I'm okay. I just needed some time to think and be alone. And it was too hot outside. So I came back in."

"Oh. Okay. Well, this will be ready to go soon, so we can take off in the morning. It's almost seven, so we'll be ready to go definitely in the morning."

"Oh. That's cool. Um, I'm going to go now. Bye," I said, walking away quickly. He didn't answer, so I ran. The exit area for the jet was closed, so I take it Remy had come in. I looked around, and saw that there was a room that looked like a study. I could sit in there and find a book maybe. So I did, and found Magneto working with Mystique at a large table. There was a computer there, and many books and papers sprawled across it. I never imagined them working like this. But, they fit the style. When Mags wasn't dressed in that dorky cape and helmet. He still wore the suit, but it looked better without the helmet and cape. Most definitely. They both looked up as I walked past, and I smiled a small polite smile as I went to a shelf of books and looked over them. I felt one of them still looking at me, but I continued to search. I found a book of Edgar Allen Poe's works, grabbed it, and went to a seat in the back of the room.

I sat there, reading, and not reading, not entirely concentrating on the words or meanings. I was in thought of my situation. I looked around and saw Lance and Fred at a table near the door, playing a game on a computer. Probably against each other, because they were calling to each other, using profanities and hand gestures. Well, at least it wasn't silent. And every now and then, Magneto would bang his fist on the table, and shout. Causing Mystique to yell back. They sounded like an old married couple. I smiled each time they fought, and went back to my book that held the words I could care less about. Even though I love Poe…

"Chere," came Remy's voice as I sat with my head on the table, eyes closed. I gasped and sat up. "Um, hi Remy," I said quietly. He sat down across from me, but didn't smile. That was bad. But he set my radio on the table. I forgot to grab it before I ran off. I looked at it and sighed. Then my eyes flew to the table. I didn't want to say anything. But Remy did. "Is de table dat interestin'?" he asked just as quiet as I had said hello to him. "No. I'm just trying not to do anything I will-I don't know. No."

"What happened earlier? Why did you run from me?" he asked cautiously. I shook my head and looked at him. "Finally," he said. I didn't smile, but said, "I ran because I was wrong. I wasn't supposed to do that. I'm with Pietro. You know that. Don't you?"

"I do. But I was mesmerized by de chere so. I couldn' take it no more. I have been since de day I saw you. Dat's why I'm always round you. I'm sorry if I eva made you feel awkward or uncomfortable," he said apologetically. I smiled at him and he smiled too. "I did sometimes feel weird. But when I first saw you, I liked you. More than Pietro at first, but hen he did so much for me. And kinda won me over."

"Well, does Remy make you feel happy? Or is he just another bother?"

"You're not a bother. You're a good person to keep away the silence. And you're smart and passionate too." In my mind, I was screaming that I was saying this. Because this was making me like him more than I already did. And that was a bad thing.

He was smiling, at my compliments and twirling a card over in his hands. I looked at it, the Queen of Hearts, and smiled. "What's that?" I asked. "My cards. Dey light up and I toss 'em round at de enemies. Der my weapons. My pyrokinesis 'member?"

"Oh. That's cool," I mumbled. It was. Shut up. No it's not. Yeah it is.

"So chere, are you going back to de moon wit Magneto?" Remy asked after an awkward silence. "Yeah. Where else would I go?"

"Remy was just tinking dat maybe you would go back wit dat blue lady."

"Mystique? No. I'm going back to the moon. That's where I like it." He nodded and smiled. "I'm going back up der too. For a few months. Den I have to come back to Earth and help my sister move into her new house. Den I come back to de moon. Again."

"You have a sister?" I asked quietly. "Oui. She is eighteen. I only just met her a few years back. When I still lived in de South. She grew up to be a pretty little ting."

"That's cool. You're lucky to have family that loves you and doesn't want you dead."

"Remy didn' say dat she liked him non."

"Oh. Sorry. I figured that if you were helping her move, that she would appreciate it."

"She ain't de nicest chere in de world, but I have to look out for her. Even if she don' care what I do for her." I didn't reply, I just sat there, staring at the table again. "Well, I think that-"

"Mads! C'mere!" I heard Pietro call from the larger part of the base. "Um, I gotta go," I said porting from the room. I didn't let him get a good-bye in.

"What?" I asked, appearing next to him. "Whoa," he said first, "Um, I need your help. I need you to go to that computer over there and look up the diagnostics for this jet."

"Um, sure," I said, clueless. But I walked over to the computer and sat down. "What's the name?" I asked as he welded another part to the jet. He told me, I typed it in, and a file came up. "What do you need to know?" He didn't answer, so I asked again. "Pietro!?" I called again. "What!?" I sighed, "What do you need to know!? For the jet diagnostics!?"

"Oh. Type in the engine name. It's on a piece of paper next to the monitor." I looked at a small piece of paper next to the monitor, and typed in the name, and letters and numbers after it. The charts and model came up and I asked what he needed now. "Zoom in on the middle of the engine and see what color the wires are."

"Wires? In the engine?" I asked myself. Well, I don't know a thing about jet engines. Why in the hell would I? I zoomed in, and it showed a million little wires. Maybe not a million, but quite a lot. "Um, there are red, blue, yellow, black and green."

"No white!?" I zoomed in further and looked all over the center of the engine. "No! Just those!" I heard a bang, and then a tool hit the floor. "Shit!" I heard Pietro call. "He gave me the wrong god damn mother fuckin' cord! Damn it!" Ooh, he was pissed. I got up, and went to him. He was on the floor, his legs Indian style, and his hand over his head. "Ow…" I guess he had banged his head on the jet. "Come on, let's get some ice for that," I said helping him up. He grumbled the whole way to the medical room.

I went to a fridge and opened it, to find nothing but water. There was no freezer either. "You don't have any ice? No freezer even?"

"Guess not. I'll live though." He sat down on a couch in the corner, and leaned his head back. "Don't go to sleep," I told him. "Why?"

"Cause, we don't know what's wrong. How bad that bump is."

"Oh, and when did you become the doctor? I'm fine."

"Don't go to sleep Pietro. Sit up, and do something to pass the time."

"I'm telling you, I'm fine and my god damn head is fine! I'm going to take a nap because unlike you, I haven't had any sleep all day! And I think that you should butt out and let me be!" I tossed a bottle of water at him and headed for the door. "Fine, sleep if you feel like it. I don't give a shit," I muttered as I left.

I bumped into Toad in the hall, and he whimpered. "Sorry," I mumbled apologetically. "Yeah, whatever," he mumbled back. I looked at his burnt arm, and the first aid kit in his hand. "Come here," I told him, pulling his sleeve. He followed me to a table, and I took the kit. "What are you doing yo?"

"Fixing your arm, yo," I said with a smile. "I don't need your help," he said impertinently. I sighed and looked at his set face. "This will get gangrenous if you leave it like this. Now, do you want your arm to fall off, or do you want my help?" He thought for a moment, actually thought. I guess it was a hard choice between losing your pride or losing your arm. "Well?"

"Fineyoucanhelpme," he said quickly and quietly. "Excuse me? What was that?" I asked. "Fine. You can help me," he said clearly this time. "Thank you. Now, let's see how bad it is." I rolled up his sleeve and tsked. "You should have asked somebody earlier. Your lucky it hasn't fallen off already." He whimpered a bit as I poured peroxide over it all, and then applied pressure to the badly burned areas. "You know what? You need a real hospital. Is this jet the only one they have?" I asked looking around. "I think they have a helicopter somewhere," Toad said. "Great. Lets find it and then a willing pilot." I wrapped his arm up in gauze, and told him to go and look for a helicopter. He hopped away, and I headed for the study.

In the back, Remy was immersed in the Edgar Allen Poe collection. "Remy," I whispered, "I need a favor." The book went down, and he smiled at me. "I found dat poem."

"Great. Now, can you help me out please?" He nodded and stood up. "Okay, we need to get Toad to a hospital for those burns on his arm. They're really horrible."

"I tink de jet is bein' worked on. Ain't it?"

"Yeah. But there is a helicopter around here somewhere. And wait, the actual jet that we came here in right? We have two jets."

"Oui, but de other is bein' worked on too."

"Fine. We'll take the helicopter then. That okay with you? Can you pilot it?"

"Oui. It would be my pleasure." I thanked him and we went to find Toad.

"I found one in the back of the base. It's there with the other jet."

"Perfect. Let's get outta here then." We followed Toad to the back of the base and into another hangar. I smiled as we neared the helicopter, and Remy did too. He was twirling his staff as he walked, and when we got to the helicopter, he closed it and put it on his belt. "Merde, it is better dan it seems when your 'bout to steal de ting." I nodded in agreement as he opened the door and got in. I helped Toad into the back, and I got in next to Remy. "Well?" I asked expectantly. "I don' have de keys. I tink dat Pietro or Mystique has dem." I groaned and told them to wait. I ported into the room where Pietro was sleeping. Like I told him not to. Hey, if he dies, you can date Remy. No problem. Stop that. I shook my head and walked to Pietro, and sure enough, found a set of keys hooked to his pants. I clipped them off, and ported back to the helicopter. "Got 'em," I said tossing them to Remy. "Alrigh' then. Where to?"

"Wherever there's a hospital that we can get to."

"Alrigh' I tink dat France is de closest to where we be." I shrugged as he started the helicopter and pressed a bunch of buttons. We began to rise as a door opened above us. "We're outta here."

Aw…Maddy's bein' generous and helping out Toadie. Lose an arm or your pride? How hard is that? ~LOL~ Well, what's going on between Mads and Pietro? He's being an ass…and she doesn't give a shit? Hmm…oh, and I still need the opinions on whether or not Mads should do that little secret romance thing…I think it would be fun, but if it's too much, let me know. And lets see some reviews please! Thanks! Until later, buh-bye!