T., Lucky439: Glad you're enjoying it. Please keep reviewing.

Cris-X: Don't feel manipulated, well, maybe a little. Maybe you'll like the twins a bit better in this one, non?

Neurotic Temptress: If you remember, Rogue was the first person that Lucretia was in contact with after she was freed from Sinister, so it kind of makes sense. This chapter also explains a bit more. As for Nicky, he's kind of used to this, so he pretty much just pulls his pillow over his head and sings real loud.

Disclaimer: I swear most honestly that I do not own the X-men, but I would if I could.

Lucretia awoke early the next morning, dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Just as she reached the dining room, she heard angry voices. She waited right outside the doors to listen, but there was too much shouting. Even so, she knew what, no, who they were arguing about. She put on her best smile and threw the doors open dramatically. Every face in the room was frozen in surprise. She kept her smile, as if she were oblivious to what was happening. She skipped gleefully to her parents, kissed them both on the cheek and wished them a good morning. They relaxed noticeably while everyone else continued to show shock. She skipped further down the table and wrapped her arms around Kurt in a warm hug. He smiled at her weakly. Lucretia was not impressed. She grabbed his tail and brought it up to her mouth, pretending to bite it. Her uncle jerked it away quickly from her light grasp and glared at her. When he saw that it was all in good fun, he laughed. Her smile spread further, pleased at the outcome. She stopped along the table a final time to smack her brother lovingly upside the head and then sat in her chair. She piled her plate full of eggs, bacon and toast and smothered it all with Tabasco sauce.

She lifted her fork to her mouth, but stopped when she noticed that everyone was still staring at her.

"What?" she asked, slightly perturbed.

Many of them cleared their throats and pretended to do something else or that they had just remembered an appointment somewhere. Irritated, Lucretia went back to her meal. However, she could still feel the eyes of her parents on her. She knew that they were concerned, but she brushed it off. She glanced up slightly and noticed that Cyclops was also still staring at her while his children stared at their plates. She narrowed her eyes. They had told him something. What, she wondered? About the club? That she had bribed the guard? No, not that…Wanda! They told their parents about their run in with Wanda Maximoff. But why was he upset about that? No, it wasn't just that. What else was it? Her attack last night? Perhaps. She never was very clear about what she did during them. Her mother always told her that she had scared the living daylights out of her. She shook her head slightly and finished her meal. She got up to take her plate to the kitchen when her father stopped her.

"Petite," he began, "go change into somet'in' more presentable. We meetin' some friends at de airport later."

Lucretia looked down at her mid-drift tank top, super short shorts, and bare feet and nodded at him. When she was younger, she used to admire pictures of her mother from her X-men days. She looked like she hadn't a care in the world, so confident. Lucretia knew that when she was older, she wanted to be like that, careless, free, confident. It would be easy, right? It was, almost, except for her responsibility to the guild.

She nodded once to Gambit and went back to what she was doing, aware that every set of eyes in the room was on her. She sighed inwardly. Stupid and scared, that's what they were. She didn't know what she had done or said to them, but it had certainly gotten their panties in a bunch. She hoped it had been worthwhile. Even so, they had probably disserved it. She would get the memories from someone later. She had to change now.

Cyclops was relieved to have Lucretia out of the room and away from his children, and the Professor. She was dangerous, too dangerous. Her meeting with Wanda didn't really bother him that much. True, Wanda had had her dealings with evil mutants in the past and was actively pursuing mutant rights. However, the part that did bother him about their meeting was that he knew that she still worked with Peitro extensively and he knew that the Maximoff brother would go to any means which probably meant that they both would, but what would it be? He dropped the question for now and turned his attention to last nights events.

Lucretia had threatened the Professor, and for that matter, every telepath in the Institute. That meant his children and his wife were in danger. He had to discover a way to protect them from a mad woman. To top everything off, she had acted like nothing happened last night. He gritted his teeth, that girl had some nerve. Someone had to teach her some manners.

Rachel and Christopher Summers waited a good amount of time after Lucretia left the room to excuse themselves from the table. They nodded to their mother, telling her telepathically what they intended to do. She answered their message with a plead for care and discretion. Lucretia was not someone to be taken lightly. She was a thief and an assassin. They nodded to her again, slightly, indicating that they understood and left.

They caught up with the raven-haired mutant in the foyer. She was dressed more conservatively now in a pair of black pants and a simple, plain t-shirt. She smiled lightly at the twins.

"You two enjoy y'selves las'night?"

They shook their heads, "Not really."

"Too much?"

"Maybe."

She shrugged, "Guess I need t' be a bit gentler from now on, non?"

"Just a bit," Rachel grinned.

Lucretia laughed, "Alright, you win. Now how can I help you two?"

"We were thinking we might help you," Chris offered.

"Oh?" Lucretia asked, slightly surprised.

"Well, after what happened last night, we thought you could use it," Rachel offered.

Lucretia raised both eyebrows in interest, "What happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" asked Chris.

She shook her head, "I never do."

"Remarkable," Rachel breathed.

"So what'd I do?"

"You threatened the Professor."

"Stark naked."

To the mild surprise of both twins, Lucretia laughed, "De old fart deserves it!"

"It's nothing to laugh about," Rachel pouted, "You threatened to kill him!"

"Really? Oh dis keeps getting' better. I wonder what else I've done."

"We could tell you that too. Separately, we're not very powerful telepaths, but if we join our minds we're one remarkably powerful omega class."

"I'll t'ink about it, but fo' now, my schedule's full. I got a business meetin' in an hour and den I meet wit' ol' baldy."

"Let us know tomorrow then?"

"I will."

The twins smiled at her and went their own way.

Lucretia smiled back and shook her head as they turned their backs to her. They were impossible, weren't they?

Jean watched quietly from the doorway, smiling at her children's initiative. She really was quite proud of them. She turned her attention to Lucretia. For some reason, the girl's surface thoughts were like an open book to her. Unfortunately, the book's pages also came with frightful and maddening images. It took all of her reserves to keep herself together and to hide it from everyone around her. It was as if the images had been buried deep for years and the reappearance of the Lebeau girl had caused them to resurface. She had tried to ignore them, but it was almost as if the thoughts were seeking her out. Right now, they were telling her that Lucretia really had no idea what happened last night. She was also greatly amused by the twin's confrontation. She admired their spunk. Jean knew that they would get along fairly well over the next few months, or even years, depending on how well they succeeded.

Lucretia stood between her mother and father outside Kennedy airport. She leaned haphazardly against the car door, a clove cigarette dangling precariously out of her mouth. The four of them wore red-tinted sunglasses in order to hide her, her father's and her brother's red on black eyes. Finally, they're guests exited the airport. It was a small entourage. There were four men who appeared to be body guards, an older man with sandy blonde and peppered hair, a young man with brown hair, and a figure dressed completely in black, from head to toe. The figure was obviously male by his swagger and large hands, also noticeable by the way the older man treated him. He looked like a Muslim, but she knew better. He had an obvious mutation.

One of the security guards opened the door of the limo for the three men. Lucretia's family followed. The black figure began to quickly unwrap himself. First, the gloves, then the head wrap and finally his sunglasses. He was white, extremely white. If you had thrown him, naked into a snow storm, no one would have seen him. His hair was white, his skin was white, even his eyes. The only color on him was the inside of his mouth and the pupils of his eyes.

"Well then," the older man began, he had a thick Cockney accent, "let's get down t' business."

"Oui," Remy confirmed.

"I still don't know why y' wanted someone from so far off. A boy from New York woulda done just as well."

Remy pointed to Lucretia, "De petite wanted it dis way."

"I see, well, girls will be girls, won't they?"

Remy shrugged, "I like t' make sure de women in my life're happy, makes t'ings easy."

Rogue smiled slightly.

"Yeah, well, I wouldn't know 'bout that, friend, but I knows a good deal when I see it. So what day?"

"July 6th, t'ree days after her affirmation ceremony as my heir, wit' tradition."

" 'Ere in New York or down in the swamps?"

Remy laughed, "De swamps, at least dere it rains."

The older man nodded, "Give 'em plenty o' time t' get t' know each other."

"Oui."

Confused? Good. And no, I'm not going to explain, not for a long time. If you think you know, keep yer mouths shut! I'm sorry it took so long, really. I've just been so busy settling in and what not. It should be a bit more regular now, at least once a week. At least I hope so. Until the next update, review please!