Disclaimer: I Still don't own the X-men, they all belong to those wonderful people who created them. But I have a plan. I Shall Marry Warren Worthington the 3rd and then I shall have enough money to buy them. Just one problem though……………how do I convince Warren to marry me?

If there is a big space between paragraphs that means that the story is now being told in the point of view of a different person. so read and please enjoy.

We stood in front of the jewellery store window, gazing at the beautiful, shinning rings. I looked at Remy whose eyes were gleaming as much as the diamond rings he was hypnotised by. "See something you like Remy?" I asked him.

Without taking his eyes off the rings he said, "Oui. De one up de back, emerald surrounded by diamonds implanted in the white gold. $2,000. I like it."

I spotted the ring and I immediately liked it as much as Remy. However one question floated across my mind that I knew I must ask him. "Remy?"

"Oui Stormy."

"How exactly were you planning to, um, attain the ring?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

He stood up and looked at me with his dazzling red on black eyes. "De usual way."

"And what exactly is the usual way to you Remy?"

"Don't worry Stormy. Remy gonna buy it. Remy don t'ink his chere like it very much if he was to steal de ring he was proposing to her with."

I couldn't believe it. Remy LeBeau, the man I had always known as the Prince of Thieves walked into the Jewellery shop and bought the ring. Another thing that I couldn't believe was that the ring he had bought was to be the same ring he was going to purpose with.

As we walked back to the mansion I couldn't help noticing that he seemed happier, he looked very much like a man in love. And above all people I thought he deserved it.
I'd never felt happier in my life, I couldn't believe that I was actually going to purpose. Who would have thought? Certainly not me. The reservations for the restaurant were set and I had finally found the perfect ring after dragging Storm around every Jewellery shop in Manhattan. Everything was perfect. As I walked into the bedroom that Rogue and I shared, I saw her admiring the bracelet I had given her, only a year ago.

I couldn't believe I had never though of it before. My aunt was a well known witch back in New Orleans and it didn't take much persuading her to create a bracelet that would help Rogue control her power. I walked up behind ma chere and wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her cheek, "A wonderful piece of jewellery don you t'ink chere?"

"Most definitely sugah." she said smiling, "Where were you today? All I could get outta anyone was that ya'd gone out with Storm, shopping."

"We were. Shoppin." I said.

"What fer?" She asked turning round to face me.

"Clothes. Ya know. T-shirts, jeans. Clothes. Stuff dat clothes ya. Ya know." I was rambling and she knew it.

"Okay sugah. Ya keep yer secrets. Just don't turn out lahke Scott Summers."

"What? You t'ink Remy would have an affair with Emma Frost? Non. Scott can have her. Plus I would not swap ma chere for anyone else." She smiled again and kissed me, and then sat down on the bed, obviously content with my answer. "However." I said, "I do not like what he did Jean." "I know Sugah. I think everyone knows that ya don't lahke what he did Ta Jean." She looked up at me and said, "Dats what makes ya so sweet."

I walked over and sat down on the bed with her and said, "An you are de sweetest of all de sweet people in de world, and I'd do anything' fer ya."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way sugah."

It was late at night as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, waiting for Scott to come back. He'd got up to go down to the kitchen to get a drink. I remembered as he had walked out he had said, "I wont keep you waiting Miss Frost."

Well now he had. I was always an impatient woman and now wasn't any different. I got up and putting on my dressing gown made my way down to the kitchen. I could hear a banging and shouting coming from the kitchen. It was so loud that I watched as other people began to wake up and come out their rooms. Including Rogue, Wolverine, Storm and Kitty. "What the hell is going on down there?" growled Wolverine.

"No idea. Lets find out." I said opening the door.

When I opened the door I felt the very blood from my face drain away. Sprawled on the floor in front of us was Scott, and he was bleeding. It looked like he had been stabbed. I looked at the other men that sat beside him.

I looked at Kurt who sat hugging his knees and rocking backwards and forwards, his shirt splattered with blood.

Then I looked at Remy, his shirt also covered in blood, a blooded knife lying beside him on the floor.