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Chapter 5.. Ooohhh… Airplane ride: Down Wit de Sickness

" Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…"

~ Every woman on the planet~

" Friendly tip: Don't walk alone in a dark alley at night."

~ RoguesHeart~

All four of them stood in the lobby, each and everyone of them were concentrating. They just couldn't figure out how to get Logan past the metal detectors and security. Rogue had decided to survey the surroundings around the metal detectors. Suddenly an idea came to her as she observed the male security guard. She returned to the four sitting in the lobby.

" Ah have an idea."

Logan turned to face Rogue. His eyebrow was quirked upwards in a questioning manner. She smiled impishly as she began to speak her idea.

"From what Ah've seen… there s exactly 2 guards by the machines. Ah figure

that we plant something metallic on the person that will be in front of us...while Remy

and I distract the guards. Then the metal detectors will shoot off as the person walks through.

that's when the guards will probably turn from us and approach the person. While they are

sidetracked by the person, we will rush Logan through the metal detector and head onto

the airplane unnoticed.

Spike grinned at her sister's ingenious plans. Logan nodded in agreement while Aspen seemed to be mulling over it. Remy lightly squeezed her shoulder as they all filed out of the lobby towards the metal detectors. Rogue leaned into Remy's face slightly and whispered faintly..

" Ya take the one on the left, while ah take the one on the right."

Remy flashed her a dazzling but cocky smile as he headed over to the security guard on the left. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her stroll casually to the guard on the right. As he returned his attention back to the security guard in front of him, he noticed that she was a girl. He smiled inwardly as he finally figured out why Rogue told him to go to the guard on the left. He guessed she figured he would use his charm to distract the guard. This only brought him to wonder what she planned to do.

Remy gazed down at the woman through his sunglasses. The woman had short curly red hair that extended only a little past her ear. As soon as he began talking to the woman, whose name was Jen, her face began to turn bright red. It nearly matched the color of her hair. Sighing at how easily it was to distract her from her duties, he decided to watch Rogue.

Acting like a ditz didn't come easy to Rogue. She had figured out almost immediately that the man was into the empty air- headed women. Twirling her hair around her index finger, she began to flirt with the man. His gray eyes seemed to smile at her while she batted her eyes sweetly at him. She was fully aware of his gaze running over her body. She had just finished whipping out her most stunning smile when she felt a telepathic probe come from Spike.

Spike shifted his body directly behind a young man with long black hair that was pulled into a ponytail. Carefully slipping in a small dagger-like knife into the man's coat pocket, he turned his attention back to Remy. Remy's body was stiff and his right fist was clenched. Frowning slightly, Spike tried to figure out why Remy was looking so tense but not too soon after did it strike him. Spike returned his gaze to Rogue and saw her flirting calmly with the brown haired man. Spike grinned outwardly at Remy's jealousy. He just didn't see the irritated glint in her eyes. Snapping back into the situation at hand, Spike silently sent a covert message for Logan to take his position behind him.

Telepathically

Yo, Roguey… Our flunky is now planted."

That's good because this is getting boring… Ah think he's drooling."

Oh ya know y' want him.."

That is sooo sick.

~ telepathic laughter~

He's too sexy for his badge… to sexy for his night stick… so sexy it hurts…

( ** gotta love that song! :)

Gawd.. SHUT UP SPIKE!

~ More telepathic laughter~

Well… lets get dis show on de road..

Let the fun begin!

The scene seemed to flow out in slow motion. As the black haired man in front of Spike moved to go through the metal detector, Spike had quickly moved his leg in front to trip him. As he fell , the siren from the metal detector began to ring. By then Logan had already dashed through the alarm into baggage claim while Rogue, Remy, and Spike remained behind. The two security guards hauled the poor man up from his feet and carried him off into a interrogation room. Probably where they performed strip searches ( ** eeww…cavity searches *shudders*). Remy grabbed onto Rogue's hand and led her through baggage claim. If it wasn't for her invulnerability, she would've sworn that he would've crushed her hand simply from his grip. Wondering silently too herself about the sudden possessiveness, she received another telepathic probe from Spike.

Telepathically

" Spike?"

" What?

What's up with Remy?

Spike grinned again before he spoke.

"Cause, he be jealous."

"Of what?"

Of that brown haired hottie y' was flirtin' with. ( aww.. Spike likes messing with her*)

Eeeww… (* girlish squirm).

~ Telepathic laughter from Spike~

Why in the world would he be…."

There telepathic conversation was cut short by the flight attendant handing them their tickets. Then Remy rushed them onto the plane before Rogue could finish. Spike smiled at the couple as he took his seat next to Logan. Logan was placing earplugs over his ears, obviously in an attempt to drown out the loud roar of the plane's engines. Ignoring the stewardess up front, Spike pulled out his CD player and was about to place the head phones on his head when he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around in mild annoyance, he was met with crystal blue eyes glaring angrily at him.

" Oh, Hi Aspen."

" Why didn't you wait for me?"

" I don't know, y' kinda slipped mah mind."

" What?!, how did I slip your mind?"

" Well for one, y' re an annoying British bum."

" How dare you…you… Southern Hick!"

" Hey y' got a lotta nerve t' say dat.. Especially when y' also born in de South."

" Born not raised."

" Non, y' were raised by a lunatic wit' a dangerous homicidal streak."

" He's your father too.."

" Only by blood."

Aspen snarled at him.

" So you're denouncing the family name."

" Ah've been doin' it for 7 years now… where have y' been hidin'?"

Aspen's eyes glowed with fury.

" No matter what he's done, you cannot belittle your own father."

Spike kept his temper under mild control.

" Maybe y' can't but Ah can… and Ah'm sure Rogue would agree."

Aspen's snarl grew even deeper.

" You two would agree with each other, Traitor."

" What's dat supposed t' mean?"

" You know damn well what it means.."

" Whatever Aspen.."

As Spike turned to face the front of his seat, Aspen grabbed his arm.

" You know none of this would've happened if it wasn't for you and your sister."

Spike slowly turned and faced Aspen. His eyes glowed as bright as fire and his expression was cold as ice. He quickly took his hand and wrapped it around Aspen's neck. A small look of fear crossed Aspen's eyes before they were replaced with an equally icy glare.

" Don' y' dare put this on me and mah sister, Aspen."

Spike's icy tone sent shivers through his spine as he feigned to hold onto his emotionless mask. He knew he shouldn't have pushed Spike that far but the truth should be told even if it hurt. The grip that Spike had around his neck was damn near choking the life out of him. His eyes bore straight into his before he turned his back on him.

" If anyt'ing else… it would be y' fault Aspen Rise."

Spike's mind was reeling. He couldn't believe that pansy ass Brit tried to blame this shit on him. Especially on his sister, he knew damn well that Rogue could've done nothing to prevent it. None of them could… except for maybe Nivea. But Aspen had the right away when it came to their parents. He could've tried to stop it but he didn't. His loyalty to that fucking lame excuse for a father caused it all.. If not for that man, Nivea would be alive today.

* Thoughts*

" One day ah'll kill dat British bastard."

Looking around desperately for something that would calm his rage, he noticed his sister laughing lightly at something Remy must've said. His sister seemed so happy now, for many years she lived her life away from people…she could always hide away from them by using sarcastic remarks or hurt them with crude words. But she couldn't stop him nor Remy. It was amazing how accepting the man was. Sure it might've helped that he was the prince of thieves but Spike had a feeling that either way it wouldn't have mattered. The fact that his sister was finally finding happiness warmed his own lonely heart. He was beginning to think that there was no hope for them. It seemed that lady luck decided to play those cards of fate for them again. He liked Remy. Not just because that he knows he would treat Rogue like a queen but because they were both the same in many ways.

Spike turned his gaze to Logan who was snoring lightly next to him. Now Logan, he was a strange little man. No way would he tell him that to his face for fear of having those adamantium claws shoved up his ass. The only one who could get away with anything with him was Rogue. Spike knew that Logan thought of himself as a fatherly figure to Rogue. Even though neither of them was really aware of the closeness they shared, Spike had sensed it the first day Logan came busting into his house down in New Orleans when Rogue had stopped breathing. Of course back then Logan was unaware of Rogue's relation to him and it did take a long amount of explaining before he would let it go. Especially when their father sent his aggressors to come and drag them back to the T.M.A. (* this will be explained later in the story*) . He liked Logan… he liked him a lot. He was the kind of fatherly figure that both he and Rogue deserved..not that sonuvabitch. Not him…

The sound of Rogue's laughter wafted through the plane. The roar of the engines increased as the plane began to take off. Remy kept on telling her about his escapades as a child.

" Remy…it sounds like ya should've been arrested a long time ago."

" Non Chere, nobody can hold down de Master of T'ieves."

" Somebody needs ta deflate ya bighead before it pops, Swamp Rat."

Remy leaned into her ear. She could feel his warm breath on the side of her neck which caused for a small tingle of pleasure to shiver down her spine. His eyes, which were hidden by the sunglasses, gazed down at her making her heart jump.

" Well dere is one person who be holdin' on t' dis Swamp Rat's heart."

The shift of the plane broke their conversation. Remy's eyes widened as he realized that they were lifting off. Rogue noticed the change in his eyes.

" Remy.. What's wrong?"

" N..n…nut'in."

Rogue grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly and stared at him. His eyes were closed tightly and it seemed that he was muttering under his breath.

" Remy.. There is something wrong, tell me now or ah'll found out a harder way."

Remy finally opened his eyes and glanced at her. He seemed to be shifting nervously when he spoke.

" Remy be afraid of airplanes."

Rogue's eyes widened then squinted down slightly suspiciously.

" Why?"

Remy's eyes remained closed as he spoke.

" Remy don' know Chere."

Rogue began to stroke his hand softly.

" But ya didn't seem ta mind when ah flew us down to Virginia or when we took the jet to Paris."

Remy looked back up at her.

" Dat was because I trust y' Chere.. And my eyes were closed during de jet trip."

Rogue quirked an eyebrow at his honesty. Then she pulled out a sympathetic pout and kissed him lightly on the lips.

" Ya gon' be okay Remy?"

Remy began nodding but stopped abruptly. Suddenly he darted up and dashed to the bathroom in the back of the plane. The person who was about to walk in was thrown aside haphazardly as he slammed the door shut behind him.

Rogue was still in a slight shock but then a slow grin crossed her face. Catching eye contact with Spike, she saw him look at her inquisitively.

Telepathically

" What's up wit' Remy?"

" It seems that our Cajun Lover is afraid of flying in planes."

" Oh so…he be havin' air sickness?"

" Looks like it."

" It seems dat we found de Master of T'ieves's weakness."

" It would be wrong to use this against him, but it feels so right."

~telepathic laughter~

" Now if ya'll excuse me… ah must figure out a way to console poor Remy."

~ more telepathic laughter~

Not to soon after that did Remy emerge from the restroom looking pale and queasy. He walked slowly down the aisle and lowered him safely into the seat. He looked over at Rogue and sent her an irresistible mock pout.

" Where y' makin' fun of Remy's infirmity, while he be in de restroom?"

Rogue feigned a mock hurt look.

" Why Remy….how could ya think ah would do a thing like that?"

Remy chuckled lightly at her before a look of nausea crossed his face again. Rogue leaned his head on her shoulder and stroked his hair.

" Awww…mah poor baby.."

Remy looked up at her and grinned slightly.

" Y' t'ink of Remy as y' baby?"

Rogue rolled her eyes.

" Remy…do not make me push ya out the plane."

Remy smiled and rested his back on her shoulder again.

" Non, no need fo' such drastic actions."

Rogue grinned mischievously but continued to stroke his hair.

" Mmm…Remy like dis position.."

" Well don' get used ta it…It's only 'cause ya sick."

Remy smirked.

" Den Remy should always be sick hehn?"

Rogue laughed lightly then kissed his temple.

" Fais do do…. Remy."

The last thing Remy he heard before he drifted into a slumber was Rogue's soft humming.

Helloooo Nurse!!! Another beautiful chapter done. Do Ya Likes? Huh Huh Huh?!!! Wow I feel the love in this room right now. Do ya want me to write more? Huh? Huh? Huh?

Was this chapter cool enough?

How about Aspen? Did ya think he was: asshole

stupid

reasonable

Nice in a twisted way

Do ya want Spike to kick his ass?: Yes- beat him like the dirty rotten dog he is?

No- Why can't we all just get along?

Maybe- er…sure

* Oh yeah.. I have nothing against British people at all. It's just that Aspen and Spike like making fun of each other and when they run out of insults they call each other Southern Hick… etc… and Brit Boy… etc…..

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