A/N: I don't own any of the characters and I am making now money from this fanfiction, and besides it I owned them why would I write fanfiction!?!?! WARNING: CHAPTERS WILL NOT BE ADDED AS REGULARY AS BEFORE! You have been warned so please don't moan, thanks are at the end of the chapter.

"Skiing!" Remy practically squealed with fear. "skiing, bad!" He muttered as Magneto walked out of his office shacking his head. "Skiing!" Gambit Squealed one last time as he cover his face with his hands like a small child, "Skiing very bad!" – recap.

         "Wahoo! Come on Pitor! We're going skiing!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as she put down the receiver. "They believed you?" He asked in disbelief, "Yep every word that left mah mouth!" She screamed  as she began to run around the room, using Pietro's powers. Unfortunately for the others she'd eaten a lot of sugar that morning and it appeared to be linked to her current power.

         "Shame none of us can drain her, mate!" Said John as he and Remy exchange worried glances. "Hommie, Remy think dat b' de only thing you every said dat made any sense!" He looked sickly over at the speeding Rogue and happy Pitor. "Ya think dey b' happy?" Asked Remy as Rogue continued to speed round the room.

         John just stared, too dumb struck for words. Glancing back at Remy he finally spoke, "Mate we gonna need some serious therapy after this!" He stated as he let his head fall into his hands, taking a deep sigh as he did.

         "Well?" Inquired a voice from the door, "Did she do it?"

"She? Now there's no need t' talk about meh as if ah'm not here ya know!" She said as she screeched to a halt. "Very well then, did you do it?"

"What do ya'll think, those two are sulkin' ah'm already packed an' Pitor's bouncin' with glee, somethin' ah honestly thought ah'd never see! Of course ah did it, all that training ya'll had meh doin'!"

"Very well." Said Magneto as he stepped into the room, "I shall be sending Sabertooth along with you, for . . . adult supervision!"

"Adult superwhat?!?" She said while raising an eyebrow. "Supervision, you know when he attempts to look after us!" Stated Pitor before he went back to bouncing up and down on his beanbag.

         "Oh!" She stated as she looked back towards Pitor, "Is that what he's meant to be doin?" Pitor nodded his head, "Oh ah though he was there so ah could practise mah powers!" Pitor quickly went back to smiling like a little child, Remy and John had ignored the whole convocation and Magneto sighed heavily at Rogue's ignorance. "Well at least it explains the blood all over the floor!" muttered Magneto as he walked out of the room shaking his head in despair.

         "Finally we're here!" Stated Rogue as she dropped Remy and John on the floor next to her, Pitor then dropped their luggage onto of them and threw Rogue hers. "Awwww, no!" Stated John as he feebly attempted to push his bag off himself. When he'd managed to crawl out from underneath it he glared at Remy. "Mate, I told you not to say anything to her!" Stated John as he continued to glare at Remy. Remy pointed to himself and asked, "Me? What did Remy do?"

"You told her she'd never dare drag us all the way up here on her shoulders! And she did!" Screamed John, a couple of people turning to stare at them. "Oui, but it wasn't dat bad mon ami, wit a fine ass like dat!" Rogue shot him a quick glare and telekinetically kicked him in the shin.

         "Chere!" Remy yelped as he began madly hopping around the room, clutching his shin in agony. John just took a quick look at Rogue's 'behind' and gave a nod of approval, unfortunately for him by using the telekinetic powers on Remy Rogue had automatically triggered the telepathic powers that were linked to it. So he also received him a kick in the shins. "Ah!" He screamed as she walked away from the screaming pair and over to the reception desk, a smug look on her face.

         "Ah rang up yesterday t' say that we'd be comin' over t'day!"

"Yes, can I take a name?" Asked the receptionist in a sickly sweet voice. Rogue forced her best smile, "Yes it should be under the name Darkholme." She stated as she looked back over at the squabbling boys, John appeared to be blaming Remy for something and Pitor was stood in the middle as Remy tried to tackle John. "Ah, yes here it is!" Stated the blonde receptionist, "You wanted three rooms is that right?"

"Yea that's right."

"Ok here are your keys, your rooms are just along that hall." She said as she pointed past the quarrelling boys. "Your room numbers are fifteen, sixteen and twenty. Here take a leaflet, it tells you all about our resort, such as when we serve lunch and dinner. Would you like some help with your luggage?"

"No, we're fine!" Stated Rogue as she turned back to the boys, "Thank ya!" She stated as she took one last look at the receptionist before heading past the boys. Walking up to John she picked up his luggage and her own, slung them over opposite shoulders and grabbed him by the collar, dragging him down the hall way. Pitor took everyone else's luggage and decided that Remy may occasionally need a push down the hall, just for fun. Sabertooth stalked along behind them dragging his bag along the floor.

         "Hey Saby!" Rogue stated as she threw him his key, "Your in number twenty!" She stated, using mystique's power to imitate the receptionist's sickly voice. She was constantly practicing with her powers as she had been told to by Eric and was learning to manipulate several things at once, she could call on the magnetism of the world, cause the storm of the century and alter her appearance at the exact same time. Sometimes she needed calming and sometimes she just ran off the adrenaline.

         "Hey Chere?" Remy broke her thoughts, "We got a problem!"

"What kinda problem?" She asked as she suspiciously eyed the excited teenage boys. "One of us has gotta share a room with the Rogue! . . ." John began to sing as he leapt up and down.

"What?" She asked. "De rooms dey each got t' beds." Stated Remy as he smirked cunningly, shuffling closer to Rogue until he was leaning against her, practically breathing down her neck. "How 'bout we share de room chere, get t' know each other." He stated as he rubbed up against her shoulder.

         "Pitor?" She asked practically begging for him to sympathise with her as he was the only one not coming on to her. She tried her best puppy dogs as she attempted to shake John off her leg and keep Remy away from her skin. "Please?" She said as she shuffled over to him and clung to his arm still trying to kick off John.

         "Sorry Rogue." He said lowering his face and blushing, "It vould not be proper of me, I could not do it." She bit her lip and turned back to look at John and Remy's drooling faces, practically jumping into Pitor's arms as she tried to get away from them. "Please, Pitor just look at how scary they are!" She stated.

         Almost immediately Remy straightened up and cleared his throat, "Erm, excuse Gambit, he not feelin' himself it b' de snow, non?" She looked doubtfully at him but jumped off Pitor's arm anyway. "Well . . ." She muttered as she looked at John again, who now appeared to be foaming from the mouth. "Is that normal?" she asked as she flinched away from John. "We not sure, we thin' it b' de altitude an' cold weather." Stated Remy as he too took a step away from John.

"Ah guess ah'd rather have Remy in mah room, but if ya try anythin'!" She stated as she pointed a finger accusingly at him. He put his hands up in surrender, "Try someit wit ya?" He squirmed at the though, "Girl ya probably put a knife through Remy's chest!"

"Ah'm warning ya Cajun, ya so much as look at meh in the wrong way an' ah'll make ya share a bed with John!" Remy tipped his head to look to the left of Rogue at the rabid John. "Done!" Stated Remy as he grabbed his bag and rushed into his room. Rogue followed him after giving one of the leaflets to Pitor and taking one last look at John, who was chewing on his sleeve. "Good luck!" She mouthed to Pitor and he smiled before mouthing it right back.

         It was late evening and Rogue had earlier gone to lunch with all of the boys, Victor had said he didn't want to go and they all left him to sulk in his room.  She'd arranged for the boys to pick up some rented ski equipment the next day, but had decided that she'd use her board. After all why bring it and not use it, so it was propped up against the wall.

         Remy had kept her awake until the early hours of the morning constantly asking her if she was awake, and then when she did get to sleep he'd make extremely loud snoring noises and wake her up.

He contemplated Waking her again but decided that she'd need some sleep that night. Taking one last look at her as she slept he turned to walk back to his own bed but heard a loud scream. Turning back to Rogue, she was frowning but it wasn't her that he'd heard scream, it sounded more like the red head that Rogue had imitated once. He though nothing of it but jumped back several feet as Rogue shot up in her bed, her breathing heavy and eyes watering with tears.

She didn't turn to look at him but frowned and began to jerk with sobs or pain, he couldn't tell which. Her bottom lip trembled as the tears that fell down her pale face reflected in the moon light. She closed her eyes and dropped her head, fighting back more tears. Her hands slowly balled up into fists and her breathing became more shaky that heavy.  Her eyes flew open and all at once the whole room began to move, everything that she could make levitate she did, as though she was still trapped inside the dream.

         Remy felt helpless as she began to throw everything around the room, still fighting back the sobs as she did.  Then he heard it again, the red head's scream, louder this time,  and now he was sure, the screams weren't coming from anybody's mouth Rogue was telepathically sending them to him. Then another voice, not a woman's but a man's a very familiar man's, "Their mine now! Just like you will be again, in time!"

         She turned to look at him her eye's red, a crimson diamond burning its way into her forehead, Her skin being washed over with layers of silver. "That's right Remy, I'm coming for you!" He looked at her with astonishment as she began to frown again, gritting her teeth as if trying to prevent some kind of mental intrusion. "Their not yours!" She screamed, "They don't belong t' ya put them back, leave 'em alone!"

         If he was ever going to wake her now was probably the last chance he'd ever have. "Rogue!" He yelled rushing to her side, while dodging the countless things she threw at him as he finally grabbed her arm. She instantly dropped everything as he shook her body, "Rogue? Rogue, come on wake up!"

"Remy!" She stated as she looked at him with wide eyes, "Who is he Remy? Who is he, an' what does he want with 'em?"

"Who petite?" He asked as he slipped on a glove and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her face. "That man, that monster!" Her eye's widened, "Remy we have t' go, we have t' save 'em!"

"Shhhhh, petite, its jus' a dream."

"Remy, that was no dream, who is he?"

"He call himself Sinister, he b' a man who likes t' play wit' mutant genetics. Remy, Remy used t' work for him."

"He . . . he's goin' t' experiment on 'em?" Her mouth hung open slightly tears spilling down her cheeks. "Who chere? Who's he coming for?"

"Scott and Jean, ah saw it like a flash from the future . . ." She bit her lip and lowered her head. "What chere? What?"

"Once he has them he's coming for you!" Her eyes filled with more tears and she dropped her head into her hands. "Shhhhhhh, come chere." Stated Remy as he pulled her into a hug. He sat and comforted her for the whole night, both unaware of how close Sinister was to fetching Remy.

         "Uh, my head." Said Jean as she sat up clutching her throbbing head, rolling herself out of her bed she noticed that something didn't feel quite right. Sneaking down the hall she opened Scott's door.

         She frowned as she saw that he wasn't in his bed, opening the door further she saw Scott standing to a tall, dark figure. "Scott?" She questioned, "Scott who is this?" She demanded, though Scott gave no answers.

         "Oh I'm sorry my dear I'm Sinister, I'm afraid Scott is unable to answer you because I won't let him, and now my dear if you don't mind I'd like you to come with me."

"No." She said as she backed away, she opened her mouth to scream but frowned when she realised nothing was coming out. "I am sorry my dear but I can't have you doing that." The man stated as he neared her, "I was hopping you'd come willingly but it appears we shall have to do this the hard way!" Before she could even think of moving a large white cloth was pressed against her mouth, and soon all she saw was the darkness of unconsciousness.

         A/N: Wahoo another chapter up, a little longer than normal because I'm not updating as often any more! Sorry if this ones a bit of a mess but I had a serious case of writers block, hence there being no update for a while!

         Thanks;

Aro: Ok thanks for telling me, other wise I would have been really confused about your new pen name. Yes don't worry Remy will suck at skiing!

         Caliente: Yup I've got that episode on video, lol, can you say obsessed! Anyway he's going to be just as bad!

         Green sandles88: Yes I'm afraid you are crazy, but that's ok because so are all my readers and me! Naturally you will fit right in! I loved that one too!

         Isandahalf: lol, thanks! I whish I could but my sis has forced me to start admitting that Remy is a fictional character and therefore I cannot date or marry him. Your obsessed with that bunny on crack thing, I'm sure! Lol, it makes me laugh every time.

         Nightcrawler03: Yes I know Remy sucks that's why I'm going to make him ski! lol, the evilness, ha ha ha ha ha!

         Rogue77: lol, Remy's mine! Achem, I mean we can share when it's your turn I'll just go find a mentally unstable John and make him more mentally unstable! The evilness, ha ha ha ha ha!

         Shampoo ul copt: glad you like, I shall unfortunately not be updating as often. Sorry if your name's wrong I can't read my writing!

         Wiccaimage: yes the climax . . . dun dun dun! I'm trying to skilfully write it in but it'll probably just be a mess!

         Writerchick: Yes more Romy, nothing else for you all! I shall have to carefully consider e-mailing you about updates but I shall do my best.

         Yumiko: Lol, yes yummy! Lol I want to be Rogue too! L but I'm not! :'(