Author's Note-

UndyingImmortal- I apologize, not much fluffiness here either, don't worry, it's coming

Dark Dragon Demon- lol, it does indeed.

keebler-elmo- Well, sort of powerful, hope you like.

poetic-soul4- This should explain it mostly.

somekindafreaky- Okay, are you, like, reading my mind or something? Very very close, you'll have to read to see which one:) At least this update was quick.

An Attack

Don't go changing, to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore
I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times; I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are
-Billy Joel

Hank met them at the door and spent the next two hours checking Remy over completely. "I believe you're okay but I would like to keep you for observation."

"No problem," Remy shrugged. Again Kitty frowned. She knew Remy hated doctors. She looked at Logan who was staring at her with a raised eyebrow. Kitty leaned down and gently kissed Remy. "Get some sleep." She and Logan walked out. "There's something not right here."

"I told ya it was too easy."

"I hate to say it, but you're, like, right."

Hank walked out. "Why the long face, Kitty? Your paramour is alive and perfectly healthy."

"That's not my Remy," Kitty said decisively.

"I'm afraid that I do not quite understand."

"First, when I first entered that cell my Remy would have kissed me. Second, he would have said 'Remy's fine'. Third, Remy talks a lot more than that. Fourth, he only kissed me to shut me up. That isn't my Remy."

"Ah... I believe I understand." Hank still looked very confused.

Kitty turned to Logan with wide eyes. "What if Remy is dead?"

"Pum'kin' listen ta me. The prof picked up his signature. He's alive."

"Perhaps," Hank said interrupting them. "Mr. LeBeau is simply traumatized. After all, we have no clue as to what they did to him."

"True," Logan nodded.

"I hope you're right," Kitty said.

"Just keep an eye on him tonight," Logan told the doctor.

"I will," Hank nodded. "Why don't you go get some sleep?"

"I can't leave," Kitty said.

"I understand," Hank nodded.

"I'm goin'," Logan said. He hugged Kitty. "Don't worry, kid. He's gonna be fine."

"I know," Kitty said trying her hardest to believe it. Logan left and Hank went into his lab. Kitty curled up on the bench and soon dozed off.

In the med-lab two hours later

"Hi, Remy," Kitty said walking in. "I'm supposed to, like, be sleeping but I wanted to see you."

"Hey," he whispered. She sat down beside him and reached out touching his hair lightly.

"Rem, is there something wrong?" He closed his eyes at her soft touch.

"Why would you say dat?" he asked.

"You've just been acting strange."

"It's been a long day," he shrugged. "Go get some sleep. You look tired." Kitty still frowned.

"Okay... I guess... Goodnight."

"Night." She just walked back out to the lobby and curled up on the bench.

Around midnight

Kitty was awoken when she heard the door open. Remy walked out of the room and started to go right past her. "Remy?"

"Go ta sleep." She stood and stepped in front of him. "Kitty, move."

"No, since we got back all you've called me was Kitty, that's not my Remy."

He looked down at her and smirked. "Your point?"

"My point is, I don't know what's wrong with you but either tell me or I'm tying you up."

He laughed looking at her incredulously. "And what makes you t'ink Ah'd let you do dat?"

"Keep in mind, you trained me." He suddenly grabbed her forcing her back against the wall. He leaned down and his lips almost brushed hers. She could feel the warmth as he charged her clothes.

"All Ah have ta do is let go and y'll explode. Do ya want dat? Here's what y' do, go back over dere and take a nice little nap. Ah don' want ta hurt ya." Kitty was lost. Part of her actually wanted to listen to what he said.

"Remy, if you don't stop using your charm on me I'm going to raise my knee very quickly."

"Y' can't do dat. Dat will make me let go, den y' go boom."

"Remy please, this can't be you."

He merely laughed again. "Go back to sleep. Dis ain't about y'."

"What isn't?"

"Kitty-"

"No, I'm not leaving your side until I know what's wrong!"

"Den Ah'll have ta kill ya." He started to release her surprised when she leaned forward pressing her lips to his. He receded the charge in surprise allowing her to deepen the kiss. No! the voice in his mind whispered. They have to die! He felt her tongue gently slide into his mouth caressing his. His arms tightened around her. Stop! The voice yelled. She's just trying to make you stray. She needs to die too. Remy broke away panting. "Go."

"What?"

"Please, chére, Remy don' want ta hurt y' but dis, it be too hard ta fight..."

"Don't worry, Rem, I already lost you once, I'm totally not going to let anything happen to you." With that she punched him hard knocking him out. She tied him to the table and put one of Hanks new inhibition collars on him. Remy woke up fifteen minutes later and stared at her groggily.

"Gee, Kitty, never knew you were into dis type of stuff."

"I've called Logan and the professor."

"Can't we just stay here alone?" he purred.

"Listen here, I only allow one man to make sexual advances to me and it's not you! Okay, it is you but it's not... Arrg! You're just confusing me!"

Logan came in pushing the professor's wheelchair. "You okay, half-pint?" he asked. Hank walked in after them.

"I handled it."

"I can see," Logan drawled seeing how tightly Kitty had tied Remy's arms. "Why'd ya use that?"

"What? Dr. McCoy's ties?"

"Yes."

"I must admit, I am rather curious about that strange development myself," Hank said.

"Well, Remy could easily get out of handcuffs."

"And how do you know that?" Logan asked raising an eyebrow. "And how did you get those ties so tight? Had practice?"

"Logan!" Kitty exclaimed blushing. "Of course not!"

"I've searched his mind and repaired as much of the damage as I could," Xavier said undoing the ties. "They seemed to have brainwashed him, but he was fighting it."

"You said most of it," Kitty said.

"I'm afraid that I couldn't do too much," Charles sighed. "I merely fixed his thought patterns. He'll have to work through the rest on his own."

"Thank you, professor," Kitty said.

"He should be fine but I sent him to sleep for a while."

"Now, go upstairs and get some sleep," Logan ordered.

"Fat chance," Kitty smiled. Logan shook his head as he and the others left. Kitty went out and curled up in the bench again. When she awoke Remy was gone and she was left with just a note.