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           Disclaimer – I don't own X-Men: Evolution

 

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           "I still can't believe I'm goin' t' be a père." St. John rolled his eyes. Remy was like a brother to him but there was times he felt like throwing his friend on the barbeque.  Remy went on, talking about something, which just made St. John feel like bashing his head into something. Since he wasn't close to anything hard enough for his head to bash into, he let out a load groan.

           "My arm! Crikey! It's gone numb!" He explained, clutching his right arm. "I think I'm havin' a heart attack!"

           Remy just gave him a lame look. "I can take a hint, homme."

           "Good. 'Cause you were borin' the stuffin' outta me!" Pyro said, exhaling with a sigh of relief.

           "I'm really getting' t' be 'dat borin'?" Remy asked, frowning.

           "Don't frown, mate. It happens to the best of us." He patted his friend's shoulder. "You have some major self-esteem problems."

           "St. John?"

           "Yeah?"

           "Run."

           The pyromaniac took off with a head start.

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           "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!" Jubilee threw herself down on her bed but missed it and ended up landing hard on the floor. Amara didn't even bother looking at the younger girl as she went through her closet for something to wear.

           "Aren't you leaving tomorrow with him and Hank?" She asked, picking up her brush that was laying on her bed and started brushing her long dark hair.

           "Don't remind me." The Asian groaned, picking herself up off the ground. She then flopped herself down on her bed, not missing it this time. She looked up at Amara. "Maybe I should stay home. What if I'm gone for a long time and miss Rogue giving birth to the twins?"

           "Rogue still has a good three months until she gives birth. You're going to be here." She set down the brush and sighed. "I'm just glad I get to spend some time with Pyro."

           Jubilee grunted. "Must be great to have a boyfriend who loves you back and wants to be with you."

           "He's not my boyfriend!" Her cheeks burned red. Not literally. "We're just.. close friends.. We have a good relationship!"

           "Pfft." The other girl muttered with an eye roll. "You love him."

           "He wants to make me dance."

           Jubilee sat up, almost immediately. "In what kind of way?"

           "When I power up he can make me.. dance."

           "Don't you want to..?"

           "He manipulates me!"

           "He whats you?!"

           Amara opened her mouth to respond but stopped. This was going to take a while to explain. "Well you see, Pyro's power is to.."

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           "So, we're stayin' 'ere?" Rogue asked, spooning her away into a pint of Ben and Jerry's Rocky Road ice cream. "Ah could be a help out there. No one messes wit' a pregnant woman."

           Remy smirked at the sight of Rogue, with a 'beer belly' sitting there eating ice cream. He wished he had a camera. "We stayin' 'ere wit' Xavier, Stormy, an' a few o' 'de X-Men recruits."

           "Mah ankles are swellin' up." She suddenly complained, making a face. "An' mah back hurts." She looked down into the small carton of ice cream. "Ah blame you."

           "'De ice cream?" Remy said, uncertain. Rogue looked up at him with her grey-green eyes. They both blinked at the same time.

           "What?" She asked, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. She looked back down at the ice cream, which was starting to melt. Just the look of it, and the feel of the coldness against her fingers made her feel nauseas. She stood up—struggled to and yet succeeded and dropped the carton of ice cream. Her hand shot up and was placed over her mouth. Remy knew what was about to happen; he quickly helped Rogue to the bathroom.

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           "Where's Rogue?" Jubilee asked, noticing that Remy was leaning up against the wall in the hallway.

           "Throwin' up 'er kids." He mumbled, running a hand through his messy copper colored hair. Bags were starting to form under his eyes, which were starting to become more noticeable. They seemed to make him appear older than he was.

           "They're your kids, too." Jubilee said, cracking a smile. "It takes two to tango." Remy just looked at her, his face emotionless. "You look like hell."

           A small smile formed on his lips. "T'ank y', petite." His unshaved chin gave his face an older characteristic, which didn't help the forming bags or his cheekbones. If his eyes weren't black, Jubilee was sure they would be blood shot.

           "Why?" The teenager asked him, her dark eyes full of innocence. He looked at her, his red eyes meeting hers. She shuddered in her yellow jacket, suddenly feeling cold.

           "Been worried." He said in a low voice. He turned away from her, as if he were ashamed to make eye contact. "'Bout Rogue an' mon unborn children." He bit down on his lower lip. "I jus' don' want anythin' t' happen t' 'em, y'know?" This time, he looked at her, making direct eye contact.

           The Asian's heart raced. She was surprised he was talking to her, especially about stuff like this. She was used to being treated like a child, being criticized and never being took serious. Right now, for what seemed like the first time in years, she had nothing to say. The look in Remy's eyes made her pulse rate increase even more. She even felt, perhaps guilty now knowing the young Cajun most likely lost sleep at night worrying about the future. She never imagined Gambit like this, but he wasn't Gambit. He was Remy.

           Down the hall, the bathroom door opened and Rogue staggered out, groping the wall. She looked at the two, and gave them a weak smile. "Ah think Ah jus' threw up three weeks worth of food."

           Jubilee watched as Remy walked over to his girlfriend and wrapped a supporting arm around her. He whispered French phrases into her ears, and she seemed to smile at that. Together they walked away, in the opposite direction of Jubilee but her eyes were set on the couple. It had hit her. Reality. How things now would affect the future, and that was what Remy worried about. She suddenly found herself fighting back tears.

           With slow and small steps, she turned around and walked down the hall, towards the staircase. Her legs seemed to turn into lead as she climbed each stair, and by the time she reached the top, her stomach became fluttery. She walked towards Bobby's room, and set her hand down on the brass knob. She took a deep breath and walked into the room.

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           "We're leavin' tomorrow mornin'." Pyro proclaimed walking into Amara's bedroom. His nose was scrunched up and his arms were crossed. He was surprised to see Amara laying on her bed, with her eyes half closed. "You sleepin' 'Mara?" He asked, loudly.

           "No." He heard her whisper. "Just thinking, John." She looked up at him with a small smile pressed upon her lips. He heard the door shut them heard his feet drag across the carpet towards her bed. She felt him climb into her bed and lay next to her. His body heat made her shudder, but also made her smile widen. He heard her inhale then slowly exhale, as if it were her last breath. He slid an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

           "Damn." He whispered into her ear. Suddenly feeling tired. "You really start the fire in my heart, She'." She could sense his grin, and his awful pun.

           "I know." She mumbled, rising her head to look up at him. The only light that was on in the room was the lamp that was set on a table next to her bed. He lowered his head a little and gently pressed his lips up against hers. After the short kiss, he felt Amara wrap her arms around him. He just placed his hand on her side and neither of them said a word. It wasn't long until they both fell into a soft sleep.

           ***

           Rogue sat next to Remy on the couch. She leaned up against him, with his one arm placed protectively around her shoulders. They both stared into the fireplace. Their minds set on everything but the burning fire. It wasn't long until Rogue fell asleep. Remy just looked down at her, admiring her and the way the fires light glowed against her skin. He gently kissed her forehead.

           "Love y' Rogue." He whispered, resting his head on top of hers. He stared off into the fireplace, his thoughts were set on the future.

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           "Jubilee." Bobby whispered when she walked into his room. Her face looked serious and her eyes looked glossy.

           "I don't hate you." Her voice was as low as a whisper. She walked over to his bed and sat down next to him. "I'm sorry."

           He just shrugged. "Me too." They both just sat there, without exchanging words. More than an hour later, when Jubilee stood up, she gave him a small peck on the cheek.

           "I'm going to bed. I--." She smiled at him. A sincere smile. "Thank you." She turned on her heel and started to the leave the room, but stopped when she reached the door. "I'm just starting t realize things."

           "Like what?" He asked staring at the back of her head. She turned around, facing him.

           "About all the anti-mutant crap. I mean, I know what was going to happen but now, everything seems to be getting.. worse. Safe houses for mutants? Why do we have to hide?"

           "Because our genes fucked up the gene pool." Bobby mumbled coldly and sarcastically. "In a month or two, there's going to be a meeting."

           He had her attention. "A meeting?"

           "Final decision on mutants. I heard the Prof talking about it. It's going to be the first meeting where they allow mutants to speak up for their side." He looked down at the floor. "It's like a debate for our freedom."

           Jubilee walked back over to him and sat back down on his bed. "I can't wait." She said dryly. "I can't wait."

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           The next morning, Rogue woke up next to Remy. He was laying on his side, facing her with his arm wrapped around her stomach. His face was buried into his feathery pillow and his face was relaxed; He looked at peace. The corner of her lips tugged back. He looked like a sleeping child with a five o'clock shadow.

           "Swamp rat." She smirked, almost feeling the need to laugh. She missed their bickering dissents. That's when she remembered what was going on. How they were practically in a lockdown. Something didn't feel right. She had a feeling in her gut that something was going to happen. She just didn't know what.

           "Y' okay?" She noticed the Cajun looked at her through one opened eye.

           "Ah'm fine." Rogue answered with a smile to let him know she was serious. She gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. "Jus' go back ta bed, Sugah. An' 'member that Ah can tell when ya use yoah empath powers on me. Doesn't work." He just grunted in return, closed his eye and slowly fell back into a soft slumber.

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           I'm not going to make a comment on this chapter..

           But I am going to answer some reviews! Why? Because I can.

           elf-princess4 Here's more for ya.

           Rogue77 See, there's some Pyro/Amara in here that sucks because it's so OOC.. but that's okay, right? Have to give her another month or two before the water breaks. I'm still deciding on where and when it should break. :)

           Lightspeed Suzuka  I'm not really familiar with Pete Wisdom so no Kitty/Pete. There will be a sequel after this though.

           Roguie-89 Did you say don't update if I'm going to have very annoying author notes? Uh, This is my fanfic. Anyone can diss it and I won't give a shit but when you call my A/Ns ANNOYING, then I get offended.

           Ishandahalf I overheard Pyro saying he was going to buy you a pink unicorn for Christmas. Shh. ;)

           Gothic Cajun I think I just realized Kitty wasn't in this chapter. *scrolls chapt* Oh well. Yeah, she's got a big mouth (and is a loudmouth) in LTT. I never really realized that.

           Lupine Draconis I'm glad that you're loving it. I hope I didn't kill it yet.

           Anonymous that has a blank name The last chapter hates me for insulting it. It has disowned me. :( I think I killed the Amara/Pyro-ness in here. Dammit.

           Kagii I think the last chapter was better than this, and I still hate that chapter. Damn. I'm going to try to love the next chapter.

           Denial Amara and Pyro are in denial (Haha, I'm so bad at puns) and don't realize what they're doing. Now they do.

           Panther Nesmith I'm well. :) 'Cept for many in the head. I've unconfused myself. Hip hip, Hooray!

           Alright, that's enough. Don't want the a/n to be longer than the fic. I don't answer reviews much, so I probably won't answer 'em again for a while.

          

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