(A/N: I do believe that the pigions are trying to take over... We should all listen to MischeivousFairy and try to take out the squirels...... forget the mutant war, were heading for war of the speicies!---But before you start makeing armys, read this chapter.)

Chapter Eight: Meeting Kate

Rogue reached a crossing in the deserted road. The horizon shimmering in the heatwave. A small wind bearley picked up and ran past her cheeks as the
sun burnt down, reddening her cheeks in the layers of clothing she was
forced to where.

She looks around, seeing no-one, she figures that with her starting to go deeper into the trees now, no people would be around to get sucked in by her skin. So she shed the see-through green top, leaving her plain black tank top. And she shed her gloves, then folded the clothing into her bag and carried on, diverting off the road and amoungst the trees, it cooled immediatley. A quick snap of a twig twurled Rogue around as she darted her
emerald eyes towards the sound, nothing.

She turned back and carried on walking towards the lake, she could see the shimmering surface of it already and could smell the freshness compaired to the bakeing tar of the road. The lake was calm and peacefull, as it was yesterday when she went there on Logans bike. 'How did Remy always manage ta find me all the time anyway?' She thought as she sat at the sandy bank
and sighed in relief that she was alone, and off the road.

Her thoughts sliped to the man on the road....Alistor, yea that was his name. She blushed a litle at the look he gave her and then shook her head
in discussed 'Duh!!! Wake up retard! You learnt youre lesson when you had that stupid crush on scott!!! Be glad that Remy takes any notice in ya at all.....Whats
he doing now?'

As if on que, a hand touched her sholder and she was jerked out of her
thoughts, seeing her cajun thief standing over her with a small smile.

"Swamp rat..... How is it that you are always around when ah wonna be alone?" She said half jokeing. "You stalkin me?" She said, finally turning
around to face him.

"Remy is," He said simpley, and took off his trench coat, laying it on the
floor and sitting on it, his bere arms shineing from the heat.

Rogue realised she wasn't coverd properley so she edged away. Remy looked to the side, faceing her and frowned, then noticed her skin, all pale and
aparent. He smiled and slipped his coat back on.

"Sorry chere, Remy din' tink." Rogue sat back in her origional position and leaned into his chest as he wraped his arm around her burning sholder. She
was glad of the heat releif.

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Alistor found himself in the heart of Bayvill, somewhere along the line he
had gotten turned around. He didn't know how, but something inside him suspected that he was looking for the young southern goth with the white
streeks....Marie. 'Did she lie about her name, she was about to say
something els......How old is she anyway?'
He thought as his attention turned from the road, and was brought back
again by a kid running out infront of his truck. He closed his eyes and
slammed on his brakes as he came to a screaching halt.

He gasped and opend his eyes, slowley standing and looking over the hood of his car, to see the child frozen, almost touching the bumper of his truck.
He jumped out of the truck and ran to the child, picking her up and inspecting for damage. He ran his eyes over her curled blond hair and rosey
cheeks, his voice was shakey and paniced.

"You ok kid?" The child nodded, and he set her down in relief. "Wheres
your'e momma kid?"

The chiled pointed to a diner, as a waitress stood shocked and terrafied in the window. Yep, that must be her. Alistor picked the small child up and carried her to the woman, placeing her in the young womans frantic arms as
she cuddled and kissed the girl. The girl looked to him and smiled, her
once brown eyes turning the same crystal, light reflecting blue as his.

"Thanks for not hitting me Alistor. You'll see her again you know, she's going to need your'e help with something....... Onix is good, it describes
you."

The 5 year old's voice said, in a childish tone, but with the knowlege of somone older. Alistor took a breath and narrowed his eyes to the girl with
a faint smile as her mother gasped.

"I told you not to do that in public." She wisperd to her daughter.

"Thanx kate, Ill look out for her." He smiled as the litle girl smiled wider and her eyes turned brown. How did he know her name was Kate. And how
did she know he was thinking of changeing his name? How did she know
anything at all? 'Whats with this place, everyone seems to be....like me?' He thought as he draged his boots along with his legs to his truck, and watched the little
girl wave to him, as tho she had known him forever.

(A/N: thak you reviewers. Your all vewy vewy vewy nice people. Oh and sorry for spellings and stuff.)