Note : Okay, time for a little sunshine! Let's forget Antoine and his adventures for a few lines…

Tammy : I'm sorry it was sad, but it had to be put in for story comprehension. I hope this will make you more happy!

Lucky439 : Poor everyone? LOL, you are so funny! Yup, you could say that!

Ishandahalf : ** looks down at her feet, blushing** I'm sorry, mea culpa, désolée, I never wanted to make you mad, but I had to put it in the story… Now, there wasn't meant to be any fluff in this story for quite a few chapters, but *sigh* I'm a too sensible person, and I love you too much to leave you to die in your living room because you didn't have enough fluff to breathe. Lol. So, I wrote some for you! You're the inspiration for my bran new fluff material (I couldn't really use Antoine/Josée anymore, at least not for now, because of recent events, and as for Remy and Rogue, well, the story is most centered on Louis and Josée, so it wouldn't have fitted in the general story line… for the moment)! I hope that will make you happier! Okay, it's more cute than fluffy, but everything needs a beginning… Besides, I was thinking of doing something with these two…

Enjoy!

New feelings

He looked up from where he was sitting, watching the house where he had grown up. The house his father had built (well, maybe not alone) for his mother. The house where he had thought, all his life, that all was well. But now…

Now, he was stuck with powers he didn't know what to do with. Powers that could destroy, that could kill with a single touch. Not even his mother could do that! At least she had to hold on for quite a while onto someone in order to suck his life out. But he, Louis, just had to brush someone else's skin and BOOM! Life energy transformed into kinetic energy, unstable particules, and explosion of limbs and body parts. He shivered. Horrible. He had to get a grip on that power, or would live in fear for the rest of his life.

But he was in a bad mood also because of his sister. He wasn't angry with her, of course, but he could feel the angst and despair she felt in his head. Kinda like the empathy his father had, but stronger. These feelings weren't his, they felt alien in his head. But they were making him feel miserable.

"You're alone?" Louis looked up from where he was sitting, meeting blue eyes intent on him.

"Hi Lee… Yup, I'm alone, you're looking for Josée? I think she's in the house."

"Oh no, I wasn't looking for her. I was… just taking a walk, and ended up here." Louis looked back, where the mansion was clearly visible, a huge brown house sitting in the middle of big trees, its glass windows reflecting the sunshine. Lydia sat in the grass in front of him, and gave him a shy smile. "So… how are you doing?"

"Fine, as long as I don't touch anyone." Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes to the sky.

"You know, Josée has the same powers than you, and I don't hear her complaining all the time about it…"

"She has other things to think about, Lee" he interrupted.

"And you should have some other things to think about too, Louis… You're going to die with boredom if you stay sitting in the grass all day long." He chuckled.

"Maybe. But I have company now, don't I? You could stay here, we'll die of boredom together." He gave her a grin, and she smiled. He thought he saw a light blush rising on her cheeks, but it just might as well be the sun shinning on her face.

"Finaly! A smile. You look much better with a smile on, Louis."

"What do you know, I take that from my father. I look good all the time." She laughed.

"You got a lot from your father, you cockerel! Appart from your eyes, I'm afraid you haven't got a lot from your mother!" He did his best to look hurt, and gave her his best puppy eyes.

"A cockerel? Oh, you're hurting me now. What do you mean, lots from my father?" She blushed again, this time Louis was sure of it.

"Oh, well, physicaly talking, I mean… The smile, your face, your hair, your… general… body shape, I mean." She was giving a lot of attention to her hands in her lap, and a large grin crossed his face.

"Well, I hope I haven't got a lot from my mom, 'physicaly talking'… Wouldn't be very manly of me having my mother's body shape." She rolled her eyes, turning even redder, if such a thing was possible.

"Louis, you're impossible! You know what I mean!"

"No. Explain." She raised her head and gave him a look.

"Darn, you've got all from your father! You even got his pig headed attitude and his incredible abilities in annoying people, when you want." He laughed whole heartedly, letting himself fall back in the grass.

"Now, you've got that cue from your father!" There was no answer, and he looked up at her. She had a small smile on her lips, and was looking at her hands again. "Did I say something wrong, Lee?" She shook her head.

"No, no… it's just… I hope I haven't got a lot from my father." Louis frowned, and sat up.

"What do you mean? He's a real stickler for the rules, but he's still a very good man." She closed her eyes and shook her head again.

"Yeah I know… I was talking about mutant powers. I… I hope I got more from my mom than my dad." Louis sighed. Scott's powers weren't an enjoyable thing either. He could hurt, and get hurt, if he hadn't his special glasses on.

"Well… We'll know in time, won't we? Until something happens, there no use fussing over that." She nodded.

"You're right." There was an awkward silence, and he reached out and squeezed her knee, feeling the roughness of the blue denim under his fingers.

"Hey Lee, nothing's easy for anyone, especially when you're living here." He waved to the landscape around them, including the Xavier mansion and the LeBeaus house in his gesture. She chuckled and layed down, her back sinking in the fresh cut, sweet smelling grass. She was utterly aware of Louis' hand on her knee, and was surprise to feel slightly disapointed when he pulled it back. She sighed.

"What do you think about your sister's love stories?" Louis snorted.

"Well I don't know a lot about it… I'm still under the impression she fell in for a bastard." Lydia laughed, a cristaline sound in the summer hot air.

"She musn't have told you a lot for you to think that!"

"No, she didn't. I'm not her best friend, I'm only an annoying brother."

"A protective brother" she corrected.

"He hurt her."

"He hurt himself, too." Louis sighed.

"Maybe. But I don't know him, so I don't really care about what he feels right now. I'm only worried for Jo." Lydia sat up and looked down at him.

"She's a big girl, Lou. She can take care of herself." He nodded, and closed his eyes.

Lydia stayed there, looking at him, a little surprised by a suddent warm feeling in her stomach. Louis was a friend, almost a brother. What was going on with her? She shook her head, and layed back, closing her eyes as well. She heard him move at her side, and concentrated on looking normal and serene. "Why are you asking?" His voice came from closer than she thought he was, and she started and opened her eyes. He was lying on his side, a hand supporting his head. He had that ironic grin on his face again, and she resisted the urge to slap him when she realized he knew he had surprised her. She put a hand on her breast, trying to calm the beatings of her heart, instead.

"What?" His grin widened even more.

"I said" he whispered, moving closer "why are you asking about Jo's love stories? You're jealous you don't have an Antoine of your own?"

"I have enough of you on my back, half-cajun." He giggled at the name, and Lydia put a hand on his chest, pushing him away, and rose to her feet. "I don't need another flirting cute French boy after me. Louis, I have to get back home for dinner… See ya later!" He waved to her as she turned away, a strange feeling in his chest, and watched her as she walked back to the mansion, her long golden red hair tied up in a pony tail swinging from left to right with each of her steps. He rose to his feet, a little short of breath, and called to her, running in her direction.

"Lee, wait! I'll walk you home."

***

"Try hittin' one of de targets, Jo." Josée turned and glared at Remy, standing in the control booth with one of his devilish smiles on his face. Louis chuckled at her side, and she poked him in the ribs. She turned back to her father, standing next to Logan behind the glass window.

"What do you think I'm trying to do, papa! I have to work on my aim!" Louis really laughed this time, but Josée didn't bother looking at him.

"Well, if y're as good as y'mother with y'aim…" Remy trailed off, and Josée felt the heat rise in her face.

"Papa!" She turned back to the targets and charged the ball she had in her hand. She threw it, and it hit one of the dummies, sending cotton whool and fabric everywhere in the Danger room. She turned back to the booth, glaring. "There! Happy now?"

"Beaucoup, merci. Dat was much better, chérie." She sighed, and looked at Louis, who was having much more success by hitting every single dummy in the place.

"I'm leaving, I'm tired." Louis looked at her, a surprised look on his face.

"Hey, if I have to stay, you stay with me." She glared at him.

"Make me stay" she hissed. "Why do you bother? You're better at it than me." She turned on her heels to leave, but Louis reached out and grabbed her arm.

She was wearing short sleeves, and he wasn't wearing any gloves.

***

It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds, but it felt like hours to him. He felt the same as when he had touched his father, the burning sensation coming from his shoulder and shooting through his arm and into his hand. There was something different, though, and he noticed that the same burning came into him at the same time, going through his body like a lightening bolt, and burning both his hands. He finaly managed to let go, and fell on his knees.

The sound of running steps came to him, and he opened his eyes, seeing his father and Logan coming towards them. Remy looked quite panicked, and Louis managed to raise a hand, signaling that all was fine. Josée was on the floor on hands and knees, shaking her head, and she raised it, meeting Louis' eyes. She looked stunned, and surprised, but not hurt. Her hands were glowing a bright red, and he looked down in time to see his were glowing too, although the glow was slowly fading, the hands returning to their normal color. Remy leaned down to him, and Louis put a hand on his arm for support. Everything was spinning around him, and he wasn't really sure what had hapenned. Josée was already on her feet, helped by Logan, and she looked at him again. "What the hell happened?" she whispered. Remy frowned.

"Are y'alright?" Louis nodded in the same time as Josée, and he noticed his father's arm was shaking under his hand. Remy reached out and pulled Josée in his embrace. "Mon Dieu, you two scared me like hell!"

"Do it again." Remy snapped his head up, glaring at Logan.

"Are y'out o'your mind, Logan?"

"The kids are okay, aren't they? I think they should do it again." Remy's eyes glowed with anger, but Louis put a hand on his shoulder.

"Something happened, papa. Not the same than when I touched you. Did you feel it, Jo?" She nodded.

"It felt queer, but I felt something like… like an exchange of some sort." Remy's eyes went from Louis to Josée, a deep frown on his face.

She lifted her arm, opening her hand. Remy swallowed and took a few steps back, as did Logan. Having an idea, Louis bent down and picked up a practice ball, then stood up, reached out his left arm, and grabbed Josée's shaking hand.

The same weird feeling came, but he felt like he had more control on it this time. Their gaze locked, and he could see a strange green glow in his sister's eyes. His hands burned without hurting, and he looked down to see they were glowing red again, and the ball looked as if it was on fire. Without knowing why, he raised his right arm and threw the ball, aiming for a dummy.

Everything exploded. He let go of Josée's hand to put his arms over his head, leaping to the ground and landing hard on the cement floor. When everything was silent again, he cautiously raised his head from under his arms to see Remy, Logan and Josée were lying on their stomachs as well, looking stunned. He looked in the dummies' direction, and gasped.

The wall had disapeared. In front of them was a hole as big as a truck, and they could see outside, were some mutant kids were standing in the grass, stopped in their soccer game by the explosion, and looking at them with eyes as wide as flying saucers.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, looking at his hands in disbelief. "What the hell was that!"

To be continued!