Well, since the site went down during: EIXID's WEEK-O-UPDATES, this is the first chance I've been able to get back to post.  Hopefully I wont be long posting the next two chapters.

Xavier looked up at the man walking beside him.  "There was in incident last night Eric."

"An incident?"  Magnito questioned as they traveled down the hall.  "Did it involve any of my men?"

"Yes."  Xavier answered.

Eric sighed.  "I apologies Charles, I thought I made it clear to them but apparently I have been to lenient allowing their roaming around free here."

"It was nothing like that."  Xavier shook his head.  "Remy was knocked unconscious for a little while, apparently he and Rogue stumbled into each other last evening, and well…"

"I see."  Magneto interrupted, dismissing any predilections that he once had.  After a few moments of collective silence he looked down at Charles Xavier, an eyebrow raised over a cold blue eye and slight smirk at one corner of his mouth.  "And you believe this stumbling excuse?" 

For the first time either of them could remember, Charles Xavier's laughter filled the room.  "Not having children is one thing I most certainty regret."  Xavier sighed as his laughter quieted down.

"Would you like to have mine?"

Charles chuckled at his old friend's dry humor.  "No, a mansion full of adolescents is enough for me at the moment."

"I see."  Another moment of silence.  "But the offer still stands."

"I was under the impression that Pietro was in your good graces."  Charles asked, turning the tables.  "And Wanda seems to bear less malice towards you as of late."

"Wanda's actions are not genuine."  The master of magnetism dismissed, choosing not to go into details.  "And Pietro…"  Eric sighed.  "Pietro wants things that he is unwilling to sacrifice for." 

Unknown to them, Pietro Maximoff walked away from the doorway he was eavesdropping from.

~~~~~

"Hey Amanda."  Kitty greeted as she and Kurt entered the room.

"Hey Kitty, Rogue."  Amanda smiled as she was led into the rec-room by Kurt.  "Who are they?"  She asked upon noticing the two other occupants who were currently involved in a game of pool.

Kurt looked over to see Remy, his eyes narrowed.  "That?  He is the Devil."

"Kurt!"  Kitty scorned and lightly slapped him on the arm.  "That's Remy, Rogue's boyfriend."  She explained.  "And this is Piotr."  She introduced as he continued to play pool with Remy.

"Hi."  Amanda said looking up, way up, at him.

"It is a pleasure to meet you."  He politely shook her hand, before wincing as Remy succeeded in sinking another ball.

Kitty left the four to watch over the pool game, which was quickly turning into a live-action adaptation of "The Hustler", and joined Rogue by one of the pinball machines in the corner.

"Soooo?"  Kitty asked after the few moments of silence that passed between the two.  "How was it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."  She answered. 

Kitty gave Rogue a stern look, letting her know he wasn't about to buy it. 

"It was great."  Rogue smiled as the words left her mouth.

"Okay, I want every detail."  Kitty leaned forward, her nails held to her teeth in anticipation.  "From the first second you though you might possibly like him up to this exact moment."

"I should be asking you?"  Rogue shot back, eyebrow raised.

"Me?"  Kitty asked, taken back.

"Don't play dumb with me."  She leaned forward.  "What's the deal with Piotr?"

"There's nothing with Piotr."  Now it was Rogue's turn to let Kitty know that she wasn't buying it.  "I don't know, it's just."  Kitty absently wrung her hands together and looked over to the pool table, where the object of question was placing money into Gambit's outstretched hand.  "I can't explain it."

"You had better.  Cause I doubt I'll be getting much information out of him."

"That's just it, we don't really talk, but I feel something when I'm around him."  She smiled looking over at the giant.  "I feel safe."

"Who wouldn't?"  Rogue dismissed as she watched Remy walk away with his winnings and sit on the couch.  "The guy's a freakin rock, even without turning into a lightning rod."

"I didn't mean physically safe.  I just know that he won't do anything to hurt me."

"Like Lance?"  Rogue asked.

Kitty cast her eyes down.  "Lance wasn't trying to hurt me; we were just on two different sides."

"You know this alliance with Magneto won't last."  Rogue offered.  *Jesus, I'm starting to sound like the professor.*

"I know, but I don't want to think about it."  She let out a halfhearted laugh.  "I don't even know if we are together now."

"Ask him."  Rogue suggested, as she pushed her former roommate in the direction of the pool table.  "I'll leave you two love birds alone."

Rogue smiled as Kitty walked to the pool table and stood by Piotr who was listing to Amanda and Kurt. 

"Whacha doing?"  Rogue asked as she walked up to the couch where Remy was sitting, eyes glued to the game room's television.

"Watching a video."  He looked up at her and patted the seat next to him.  "Remy knew Chere'd look good in red."  He smiled, giving her a wink.

She sat next to him, and his sleeved arm instinctively went around her shoulder. "I forgot about this."  She said watching the video of her and Kitty in the school's rendition of 'Dracula'.

"Where is he?"  Remy asked, as Evan turned the camera he was taping with around and shot some footage of himself.  "Think his name was Evan if I remember my files right."

"He left."  Rogue leaned into Remy.  "He was having problems with his powers; he joined the Morlocks."

"Ever hear from him?"

"No."  She dismissed, leaning her head onto Remy's shoulder.

"Must be hard on the Storm."  He rubbed his gloved thumb on her shoulder.  "Weren't they related?"

"Your files were pretty good."  She smiled and closed her eyes, concentrating of the slow circles his thumb was tracing.  "Yeah, he was her nephew."

"Powers make a person do some crazy stuff."  Remy rambled on to himself.  "He'll be back when he finds what he's lookin for."

~~~~~

The sound of the infirmary doors opening caused Hank to look up from his work.  "Oh, hello Logan."

"Here."  Logan said gruffly, apparently not enjoying his catering assignment, as he sat the tray of food down on the table.  "Ororo said you haven't been up for anything to eat all day."

"My, I didn't realize it was that late."  The Beast stated, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes as he looked at the clock.  "Yes, this is all very fascinating."

"If you say so."  Logan shrugged and leaned against the wall as Hank took a bite of the sandwich.  "So, what's it say?"  He asked looking at the script McCoy had pinned up on the wall.

"I'm still in the process of translating it."  He paused to swallow the mouthful.  "The language is quite remarkable; it seems to have characteristics of every language known to man.  Here, you can see a phrase that clearly resembles Latin but with the verb structure of Spanish.  And here…"

"Sorry doc, you're not speaking my language."  Logan interrupted, stressing the 'my' part and stopping the blue doctor from babbling any more.

"I apologize, I just get so excited." 

Logan smirked.  "What's that?"  He asked looking at the last portion of the script.  "Looks like pictures."

"They are, and that my friend is the final artifact."  Hank said proudly, indicating a picture of a spear next to a drawing of a multi-faced woman.  "An ancient spear.  The drawing goes into great detail."

Logan sighed as he looked at the little television Hank had running in the background.  "You said this artifact was a spear?"  An eyebrow raised.

"Yes."

"And it looks like the one on that paper?"

"Yes, exactly like it."

"Wouldn't happen to be Roman would it?"

Beast looked up at him.  "How did you know?"

Logan nodded to the television.  "Because that museum there's got one just like it."

Hank turned from his plate of food and to the newscast on the TV.  Although the sound was muted, the reporter was speaking into a microphone standing before a large display case of ancient spears.  And there, the third one from the left, was the exact one pictured on the hieroglyphics. 

Hank dropped his sandwich.  "Well I'll be damned."

~~~~~

For the most part, the six occupants of the game room acted just like normal teenagers.  Even Kurt, despite his reservations held against the Cajun thief who was courting his sister, eventually warmed up to the idea of being in the same room with Remy.

Rogue and Remy occupied the room's sofa, starting out with old home movies of the mansion and them moving into the DVD collection that filled the entertainment center cabinets.  Kurt and Amanda were currently playing doubles pool against Kitty and Piotr. 

"We win again."  Amanda said proudly as Kurt sunk the 8 ball.

"Best eleven out of twenty?"  Kitty immediately offered.  Piotr sighed and was thankful they were playing for fun and not cash.  Because while Kitty was a fast learner, he would have been broke along time ago if he had continued to play Remy.

"I think we will retire undefeated."  Kurt joked, reaching down and taking Amanda's hand in his.  "I'm going to take Amanda home."

"Alright, don't be too late getting back."  Rogue called from over the couch.

Kurt raised an eyebrow.  "I'm just going to drop her off."

"Uh huh."  Rogue looked over the back of the couch at Amanda.  "Forgive him, but my brother is a little dense." 

Amanda laughed and pressed herself closer to Kurt.  "Ready?"  She asked.

Kurt shrugged, apparently still not understanding.  "Bye everyone."  He waved, and the two of them disappeared in a puff of smoke.

No sooner than the puff of brimstone scented smoke dissipated, Remy stood from the sofa, extending his arms into the air and stretching.  "I better be on my way too."

"I should leave also."  Piotr looked at the clock hanging on the game room's wall.

"Really?"  Rogue asked, looking at the same clock.  "It's only about 7."

"We got a whole bunch of nothing to do for the magnet tomorrow in de city."  Remy explained, leaning down and placing a kiss atop Rogue head.  "Be back tomorrow night."

"Man, everyone's leaving."  Kitty protested.  "And I was just getting the hang of this game."  She pouted and dropped her cue on the table.

Both Piotr and Remy halted their activities as they felt something akin to a tingle in their ears.  *Remy, Piotr, could you please come to Mr. McCoy's lab.*  The Professor's voice echoed in their heads.

"Scratch that."  Gambit said.  "Remy may not be leavin."

Piotr rubbed his head.  "I do not like it when he does that." 

~~~:*:~~~

~BAMF~

"Wow."  Amanda exhaled as she looked around the living room of her house.  "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that."  She smiled looking up at Kurt.  "But, it's too bad you have to leave."

Kurt looked at her confused.  "I thought you wanted me to come over?"

"I did, but this house is in a no inducer zone."  She sighed as she pushed him mockingly towards the door.  "You can't stay here while you're wearing it."

Reaching down he twisted the crown of the watch, and faded into his blue form.  "Happy?"

"Much."  She smiled and pecked him on the cheek.

Kurt grinned like an idiot, and wondered if his blush showed through the blue fir.  "I don't think I'll be getting tired of those."

She laughed.  "I rented some moves, pick one while I get us some sodas."

"Okay."  He said as he watched her disappear through the swinging saloon doors and into the kitchen.

Amanda hummed to herself as she crossed the kitchen and dug through the fridge collecting two cans of soda.  She was happy her parents were gone, it was going to give her and Kurt some much needed catch up time.  Truth be told she didn't think her dad minded that much, if any, that he was a mutant.  But given the circumstances that surrounded Todd's arrival at their house, she could see her parents' reasoning.  But, she reminded herself, they wouldn't be back until Monday.

As she rose up and shut the door, she came face to face with a cloaked figure.  Amanda screamed, and the cans burst as she dropped them to the floor.

Kurt immediately jumped up from the couch upon hearing his girlfriend's scream.  But before he could take a step in her direction another, much larger, cloaked figure appeared before him.  The figure grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and threw him at the wall. 

As Kurt flew through the air the figure disappeared, and reappeared directly in his flight path, catching the flying Kurt in mid-air by the neck and pinning him against the plaster wall.

Amanda ran into the living room from the kitchen.  Seeing another, much larger, cloaked figure holding Kurt against the wall she grabbed a fire poker by the hearth.

"Why is it every time I have you over somebody breaks into my house!"  She screamed charging the shrouded intruder and swinging the iron poker wildly.  "Let him go!"  She screamed one last time and swung at the figure's head, hidden by the cloak's hood.

One of the figure's hands let go of Kurt's neck, the other being sufficient to hold the elf in midair, and caught the poker in mid swing.  Now out from under the cloth sleeve, Amanda looked at the hand, and the three, blue, fur covered fingers that gripped the poker.

"What?"  Amanda gasped in surprise, before she felt another pair of fingers on the back of her neck.  Lightly placing the two fingers on either side of the girl's neck, the smaller figure from the kitchen tapped, and Amanda lost consciousness.

"Amanda!"  Kurt screamed as he watched her fall into the smaller figure's arms.  A new fire burned in his heart as he brought his legs up and began kicking the figure that held him in the head.  On the third kick, the cloak was pulled back.  Kurt's pounding heart caught in his throat.  "Welche die Hölle?" 

The man looked back at him with yellow eyes, pointed ears, and blue fir.  His purple hair was shorter than Kurt's, but still fell slightly over his menacing eyes.  Kurt then looked down at the large, fur covered, arm and the three fingers that held him against the wall.

"Let him go Cyrus."  The smaller, still cloaked, figure commanded as it laid the unconscious Amanda on the couch.

Cyrus looked at Kurt before releasing his grip and letting him fall to the floor.  Kurt, despite his confusion, scrambled to where the smaller figure had laid Amanda down.

"She's fine."  The still cloaked figure offered.  "I just knocked her out for a minute."

"Amanda?"  Kurt asked standing over her.  "Who are you!?!"

The large figure, Cyrus, ignored his question.  "I don't know him Sage; he's defiantly not a member of the clan."

"I asked you a question!"  Kurt reiterated, standing protectively by where Amanda lay.

"We are like you."  Sage brought her hands up to the rim of her hood, and pulled back revealing the face of a girl.  Kurt looked at her for a moment.  Her purple hair was pulled hack into a high ponytail like Kitty's, but the blue fir, pointy ears, and three fingers was a dead giveaway that she was not from Bayville.

Kurt probably could have handled meeting one other blue elf.  But two was apparently pushing it, as he collapsed onto the floor of Amanda's living room.

Sage just looked down to where he fell at her feet.  "Why did you attack him like that?"  She questioned, looking up at Cyrus.

"He was running to save his girlfriend."  Cyrus raised an eyebrow over his scarred cheek.  "Why did you make her scream?"

Sage just narrowed her eyes and bent down to Kurt.  "Shut up and help me pick him up." 

~~~:*:~~~

"De spear of Christ?"  Remy asked.  He and Piotr stood in the lab with McCoy, Magnito and the Professor.

"Yes."  Eric continued.  "It is the roman spear that was reportedly used to pierce the side of Jesus Christ at the end of his crucifixion." 

"If memory serves me right, they not sure it really is the actual spear."  Remy added, leaning in close to the television that replayed the footage of the newscast.  "And I thought it was in Austria?"

"It is."  Hank offered.  "But from what I can see here this is an impressive fake."

"A little too impressive?"  Remy asked.

"Precisely."  McCoy nodded.  "And besides, if it was meant to be a reproduction of the original, it would be a newsworthy topic in its own.  Which leads us to the question, why was it overlooked by the newscast?"

"Because the museum didn't tell them what it was supposed to be."  Remy answered.

Hank nodded.  "And why would the museum not tell the reporter what it was supposed to be?"

"Because they don't want anyone knowing what it is."  Remy straitened up, and started for the door.

Xavier watched him cross the room.  "Where are you going Mr. LeBeau?"

"Don't think you called me in here just for the anthropology lesson."  He smiled as the sliding door automatically opened as he neared it.  "Remy get it for you."

Magnito nodded.  "Mr. Wagner's and Miss. Pryde's abilities may assist you."  He remarked, turning back to some of the scrolls Hank had strewn about the room.  "Pick whomever you wish to accompany you."

"I cannot seem to contact Kurt at this moment."  Xavier broke in.  "I could use Cerebro; he may have just teleported off of the Mansion grounds."

"That's okay Chuck."  Remy dismissed, absently rubbing his shoulder that still held visible teeth imprints.

"Then Miss Pryde will accompany you."

Gambit glanced to where Piotr was standing in the corner of the room as Magnito mentioned Kitty.  Piotr made eye contact and shook his head.

"Think I'd rather Piotr to give me a hand."  Remy stated.

"Whomever you wish."  Eric dismissed, and looked over at the thief.  "I urge you to avoid as much contact as possible."

Remy nodded, and left the room with Piotr in tow.

Welche die Hölle?:  What the Hell?

I apologize for this chapter, it read very rushed for me but it got what I wanted to do done.  I promise the next one will be much better.

Nawlins Demon Lover:  Thank you so much for pointing that out.  I meant Gulfport, was thinking Gulfport, but typed Biloxi for some unknown reason.  Well, I do know why, been trying to set up a trip to Biloxi with some friends and guess I was still thinking about that when I was typing.