I absolutely totally one hundred percent disclaim any ownage of X-Men, Marvel, or Fox Movie Studios. However I do now own Wolverine's Revenge, and am planning on getting X-Men Legends, that counts right?

Eric Lensherr was not always so corrupt, he believed a long time ago that the world would never be fully prepared for mutant relations. He had seen the terrible atrocities while he was in the concentration camp during Hitler's reign, he had faced the insurmountable odds when there were so few mutants around, and he had survived. He knew that a war was to be coming, and he would always play a part within the war. Unfortunately, something changed along the way, and all he could think of was total annihilation or control of the human population. He was in fact following the footsteps of the man whom he had despised growing up, the man whom fellow Jewish people feared, he was turning into another form of Adolf Hitler. Genocide, by definition is : The systematic and planned extermination of an entire national, racial, political, or ethnic group. This is what he was planning now, absolute genocide or total dominion over the human race.

To an outside viewpoint, the mental changes and the beginings of his delusions of grandeur would have always been there, after all he -is- a mutant. After all, he did attempt to "mutate" the political figureheads while they were on Ellis Island, after all he was a criminal mastermind. To the outside viewpoint, the man known as Eric Lensherr had always wanted this. One person though in fact knew that Eric had not always been so domineering, that there must have been a change somewhere along the way that had caused for his mental synapses to just snap, this man was known as Charles Xavier, his one time friend, the man who had Magneto help him build Cerebro so long ago. To the inside mind such as Xavier, he knew that there must be a reason for this to have happened, and he would have to find out, he owed his friend that much.

. . .

It had only been twelve hours since the mission to Suwarrow Island, most students were amazed and yet happy to see John back in the midsts of the Xavier school. Well, all but one person really. Bobby Drake was still leery about having him anywhere near the school, anywhere near Rogue. He sat in History class, watching as Beast was teaching for the day, he was staring at the back of John's head.

'I can't believe they let him come back after he joined up with Magneto! It has to be a trick, they're just too stupid to realize it. Of course Proffessor Xavier also allowed Logan to return, as well as keeping that Cajun around. Doesn't he know he's putting us in danger, and more importantly he's putting Rogue in danger?' Bobby sneered lightly, shaking his head. Where was Rogue anyways? She hadn't come into class yet. Sighing loudly, he caught the attention of Hank.

"Is there something you wish to add Master Drake?" He clasped his hands in front of him while he stood by the blackboard, he had noticed the young X-Man fidgeting and daydreaming through-out class.

Bobby blinks, looking up at Hank, and shaking his head. "No.. no sir, sorry." He cleared his throat, hearing a snicker coming from in front of him, from none other than John.

Rolling his eyes, he slumped down in his seat some. He didn't want to be in class, he had to find Rogue, he had to make sure she was all right. After all she couldn't take care of herself. She was too weak, he still couldn't believe that Proffessor Xavier allowed her to go on the mission last night. She shouldn't even be an X-Man, she was the type that they protected, not the one doing the protecting. She wasn't strong, she was mainly weak. Scared to try and focus on the good in her life, scared to even -try-. Bobby didn't mind her being scared though, that just meant he could protect her, protect her like she needed to be protected, wanted to be protected. After all, he did love her (or in his odd version of love) and wanted to protect her. As Hank McCoy released his students from class, Bobby was the first one out, and began his search for Rogue.

. . .

With a yawn, the striped hair girl rolled onto her stomach, reading a magazine that Logan had picked up for her while he was in town today. She had this odd feeling he hadn't gone alone, as Remy hadn't appeared during the time either, which was one of the things he seemed to do when Logan wasn't around, come around and find Marie to spend time with her. She didn't mind too much, he was a good friend. They had several long talks since she had woken up from her coma, she had a lot in common with him. She smiled as she thought about him. He was a good friend, and she was lucky to have him be -her- friend. She was still stuck in the medical lab, as the tests weren't over with just yet. She had to stay in for a full twenty four hours so Hank could monitor her heart. She really was getting tired of the pristine white walled room. "Ugh Ah can't take it anymoh, Ah'm goin' stir crazy!" She shook her head, tossing the magazine onto the floor and burying her head under the pillow. "Least 'e coulda done was gimmeh somethin' tah knock mah ass out."

"But it's such a cute ass as it is Chere." A soft toned Cajun accented voice interupted the otherwise stifling silence in the medical lab, the sound of steps coming closer and finally settling down beside the bed. "Can't be dat bad non? Honestly, de Wolverine bought y'magainze and everyt'in while he was out, dough he had t'ask for m'opinion on what'd y'like. Be t'ankful Remy made 'im put up de Playboy."

She laughed from under the pillow, slowly pulling her head out and peeking over at Remy who was sitting beside her bed. "Well Ah guess Ah should be thankin' you then hmm?" She smiled,putting her head on the pillow and closing her eyes. "What are ya doin' here anyways?"

He smiled softly, watching her for a moment, before he leaned back, reaching behind him and pulling out a small stuffed teddy bear. "Figured de petite would be lonesome down 'ere.. Decided t'bring y'somethin' t'snuggle up to." He gave a sly grin.. She took it gently from his hand and nuzzled her cheek against it, she could also smell his cologne that seemed to haunt her dreams sometimes.

"Thank you Remy, Ah love it." She smiled, taking in a deep breath and slowly setting it beside it. "Though Ah wouldn't pictuah ya the type to buy stuffed animals."

"I ain't usually chere, but dere comes a time for it, and right now.. I t'ink it be de time." He reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "How y'feelin' anyway?" He had been worried about her all day, Logan had to literally pick him up and carry him out to the garage, he had been pacing in any room he had set foot in.

"Ah feel fahne, startin' t'wondah if there is anythin' inside of meh that shouldn't be. Ah feel like Ah'm gonna go nuts if Ah have t'stare at th'same fouah walls much longah." His concern was touching.. She sat up in the bed, stretching a little bit, the wires that were hooked up with her tugging faintly. "And Ah'm gonna have this stickay residue all ovah meh by the time it's all done with."

Lecherous thoughts entered Remy's mind, he had to clamp his mouth shut and bite on his lip before he let any of those thoughts come to voice. Shaking his head faintly, he let out a soft snicker, looking down at his hands for a moment, before looking up at the emerald eyed goddess again.

"What's so funnay?"

"Not'in chere, not'in at all.. But I t'ink I better go before I say somethin' and make y'all uncomfortable like." He stood up, bending over and kissing the top of her head gently. "Holler f'me if y'need anyt'in petite. I'll come runnin'." He cupped her cheek with his gloved hand for a moment, smiling as he looked into her eyes and then walked out of her room.

It took several minutes for Marie to recover from her daze, and she fell onto the bed with a soft smile playing on her lips, one single word issued from her mouth. "Wow."

. . .

"So Gumbo, where were you? Thought you were going to help me and One Eye work on the bike." Logan asked as Remy entered the kitchen, he had a faint smile on his lips. Logan instinctively sniffed the air, and a scent of Marie lingering around him. His eyes narrowed faintly. 'I shoulda known.'

"Went t'go see petite, had t'give her de teddy bear dat I got t'day." He smiled, moving over to sit down at the table. " 'm sorry I took longer den I t'ought. De girl jes seem so lonely down dere." Scratching his fingers through his sandy brown hair for a moment, watching as Logan took a long pull from a bottle of water. "Never expected de Wolverine t'drink pansied bottled water." He grins, then bats back the cap to the water bottle, watching it hit Logan.

"Hah Hah funny Cajun. Come on, we're going to go set up the new NOS system in the bike." Logan shoves off of the counter and heads towards the backdoor that led into the garage.

"NOS system, who in dere right mind would ever put a NOS system on a bike.. On second t'ought dun answer dat." The New Orleans native grinned, hopping up and following after Logan.

. . .

Marie had managed to fall asleep, she was curled up under the soft white thermal blanket Hank had given her, her arm gently wrapped around the teddy bear she had been gifted with. For once the nightmares that she had been plauged with, weren't haunting her when she had drifted off into slumber, a small smile alighting her face.

Bobby entered the room quietly, once he noticed she was asleep, he sat down on the chair that was beside the bed and watched her for a moment. He leaned in and whispered softly to her. "Rogue, wake up."

It took several moments for Marie to slip out of the dream she was in, and became aware to her surroundings. She wasn't in the moss covered bayou forest, and that wasn't Remy who was looking at her when she had finally opened her eyes. She had to conciously force herself not to frown as she saw it was Bobby. He'd been acting so off since she woke up from her coma. Maybe it was because things had been happening so quickly. Perhaps she just didn't want to believe he had been acting more and more territorial since Logan returned and Remy had shown up.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Bobby's voice was still soft, a small smile spreading over his lips. He didn't know why Rogue had been placed in the medical lab, he thought she just had a relapse last night.

"All right, can't wait t'get outta heah, it's drivin' meh bonkahs." She gave a small smile, sitting up. "Ain't you supposed t'be in class Bobbay?"

"I kind of ditched, I wanted to see how you were doing, took me a while to find out you were down here. What's going on Rogue?"

"Proffessor Xavier just wanted to make sho Ah was fahne still, that's all." She hated lying, but she honestly didn't need another person worrying over her shoulder twenty-four seven.

"When are they going to let you out of here. I miss seeing you around."

"Not gonna be foh much longah, Ah hope. So how's John settlin' in? Ah ain't been able to talk to him much aftah we all got back."

Bobby stiffened faintly, he hadn't said one word to John since he arrived. He was a traitor to everyone at the academy. "He's doing all right. I've seen him around a few times." He lied, he knew Rogue would be mad. He didn't want her anymore upset, after all she was in a tender condition now.

"Ah, all right." She pushed the blankets back some, revealing her gift.

"What's that?" Bobby asked, immediataley recognizing the brown stuffed animal.

"It's a tedday beah, Remy gave it t'meh so Ah wouldn't be so lonely down heah." She smiled softly, Remy was such a good friend to her. Though in the back of her mind she knew that she was starting to gain a crush on him. Something about the way he talked to her, the way he acted. Like he wasn't afraid of touching her, that he wasn't afraid of her mutation.

"Oh. I see." He stood up, looking down to Rogue. How could she accept a present from him after everything that's happened?! "I should be getting back now, I'll come by and see you tonight before dinner." He smiled, leaning down, and -almost- kissing the top of her head. His lips didn't even touch her hair, but the "Smack" sound that lips make during a kiss could be heard, and he walked out.

'He don't act like he's scared of my mutation, unlike my supposed boyfriend.' Marie sighed, feeling the happiness she had felt earlier just slowly diminish.

. . .

"So dere we were, sittin' on de corner o' Bourbon Street, right near Jean Lafitte's and de next t'ing I know, I see dis beautiful white haired fille walkin' past me. Now y'know I couldn't stop m'self from sayin' hi t'de belle femme, after all. Dey call me a chamer for a reason. So I ended up talkin' t'this woman for most of de night. She made it clear from de beginin' she ain' interested in Remy, but she was more den happy for the company. We parted ways after eatin' dinner at Antoine's.. De best seafood place in de world hommes. But I had dis sneakin' suspicion dat somet'in ain't right, I get up and follow out after her. Dat's when I saw her being drug off into de alley, and next t'ing y'know.. Remy be savin' Stormy's life. Dat was bout six years ago when Remy be fifteen." Remy smiles as he turns the torque wrench in his hand, tightening up a bolt.

Logan and Scott had both sat during Remy's story about how he had met Ororo, they both grinned, before Scott asked softly. "Why didn't she just use her powers?"

"Homme, it be New Orleans, de Big Easy, de Momma of all t'ings weird. But how can y'explain a tornado runnin' about in de middle of a calm and beautiful night? I t'ink honestly dat Stormy was scared."

"So you've known Ororo for -six- years?" Logan asked, watching as Remy stood up slowly.

"Yep, we been correspondin' through email and everyt'in. Before I moved outta New Orleans 'bout t'ree years ago, she had planned t'come down for de weddin'. But it never happened." Remy was faintly apprehensive about speaking of such things.

"What wedding?" Logan asked, now getting faintly suspicious.

"I was gonna be married t'de femme known as Bella Donna Boudreaux. She be part o'some family dat be warrin' wit' m'family for a long while, de marriage be arranged. But de t'ing is, somewhere along de way.. I began t'fall for de femme." Remy shook his head, moving over to where the guys were sitting, and lit up a smoke.

"So what happened?" Scott asked, reaching up and scratching at his eyebrow.

"Simple and t'de point. Killed her frère before de weddin', and I mean right fo' de weddin'. He came at me wit' a sword, I had t'defend m'self or die. Dat's when m'powers decided t'flare up and, I killed him." He frowned, looking down at his feet as he took another drag from his cigarette. "Come t'find out, Bella ne'er loved me, dat de whole time it be a lie, dat she was just usin' me t'get an in wit' de family." He sighed, exhaling through his nose. "Had t'leave N'Awlins after dat, kinda had a price on m'head. Still do."

"What type of family puts the price on some guys head? What are they the mafia."

"Nah worse, dey be Assasins." He said it without so much of a care in his voice, that Logan and Scott both had to do double takes.

"You don't act worried Gumbo." Logan asked in a concerned tone.

"Why should I be? Remy be dealin' wit' de Assasin's guild ever since he became part of de T'ief Guild."

"You're.. a thief?"

"More like an aqcuisitions expert now a days homme."

"So you're a thief."

"Basically."

. . .

"Well, I've found some interesting results from the tests we did, but I would like to speak with the Proffessor before we talk about this, if it's all right with you Rogue."

"It's fahne with me Doctah McCoy, Ah undahstand that this could be some serious problem. Ah jes, Ah jes don't want no one worrayin' 'bout meh." She gave a faint smile as she stood in Dr. McCoy's office, he had decided to release her early, she had the teddy bear cradled under her arm.

He smiles softly, giving a small nod. He took in a deep breath and spoke to the girl. "I'm glad Rogue, and I understand your concern. I will let Professor Xavier know your wishes to not share it with your classmates. You're free to go my dear. I'm sure you wish to get back to.. Civilization." He laughed at his own joke and shooed her out the door.

"Thank ya Doctah McCoy." She called over her shoulder.

"You're... Welcome my dear, very welcome." His voice soft as he shook his head. Looking down at the results, he slowly stood up, and began to tidy up before going to see Charles, he was dragging his feet. He didn't want to give him the news.

. . .

"So, I was in this bar in Canada, shit can't even remember the town that I was in. Heh, it was more like a dive. Truckers pullin' in at all hours, and everyone coming to watch the fights." Logan reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigar and popping it in his mouth, before he begins patting himself down for a light. "I had pulled in a few nights earlier, made some good money, had good beer, and I was gonna be headin' out that night." Getting offered a flame by Remy, Logan leaned in, lighting up the stogie, taking a few puffs as smoke billowed out around him.

"What 'appened?" Remy asked after putting his lighter back in his pocket.

"To the point, Rogue came in. She hitched all the way from Mississippi to there, and somehow ended up not getting killed. If it hadn't been for her that night, I woulda gotten attacked, maybe shot. But, able to get out of there without much of a problem. Left the town, and then somehow she stowed away in the back of the trailer I was pullin'. Almost left her ass out there." He grinned, chewing on the butt of the cigar a moment, thinking. "We got stopped because of a felled tree. Sabertooth showed up, then." He motioned towards Scott. "Good ol' One Eye here and Storm saved us. When I woke up, I didn't know where the hell I was, freaked. Found out the girl was okay, met the rest of the folks here. Can't believe it's been as long as it has been." Logan was getting reminiscent. "Can't believe she's grown up so much."

Scott smiled some, shaking his head. "And this is where, Logan takes in a deep breath, clears his throat, and threatens; that if we tell anyone, we're going to end up sliced and diced... Bub." This got all three of them laughing.

"Yeah, I'll show you Bub, One Eye." He let go of his claws with a SNIKT, before sheathing them.

. . .

Rogue had made it up the stairs, to the main part of the school, she glanced around for a moment slowly. She didn't want to deal with anyone giving her the worried eye look. She had seent hat far too much since she woke up. She glanced down to the teddy bear in her arm and smiled, before slowly peeking around a moment. She should find John and talk to him about some things. She continued to make her way down the hall.

"Like oh my god!!! Rogue when did you get out?!" The excited shriek only told her that Kitty Pryde was somewhere in the vicinity.

Spinning around to the direction of her voice, she smiled. "Jes about fifteen minutes ago Ah think." She watched as the girl in pink came bounding towards her. John followed behind her, talking with Jubilee.

"Like isn't it so cool that John's back?" Kitty beamed, she could find the optimism in -anything- even if there was nothing bad with having John back.

"Yea, it is." She smiled, as John and Jubilee got closer, she looked at John. "How y'doin' theah?"

"Doin' all right, for the most part got a nice warm welcome back." He nods slowly, not telling her about how Bobby had treated him.

"That's good. Ah was jes on my way tah fahnd ya." She scratched the side of her neck gently.

"Oh my god chica, is that a teddy bear you're holding? Where did you get that?" Jubilee pipes in.

"Remy got it foh meh. Said Ah looked lonely, guess he was riaght." Shrugging her shoulders.

"That's so totally sweet! Now see, John you could learn a lot from Remy." Jubilee grinned and glanced sideways at Rogue. Oh yea guy was crushing hardcore for her, she could tell if no one else could.

"Hey, I have learned quite a bit about romancing women while I was gone. That is if your woman likes to eat their food raw, and be sniffed every ten seconds." He shook his head.

"Ah'm not even gonna ask." Rogue laughed as did the rest of the kids, they began to make their way to the rec room.

. . .

"So what 'bout y'mon ami? y'seem t'be de quiet one." Remy looks towards Scott as he lit up another cigarette, the bike's modifications were done for the day.

Logan leaned back, folding his arms behind his head as he continued to puff on his stogey. Scott was the boyscout of the crew, always followed the rules, and tried to do what was right for the team. He always wore the nice clothes, always got the nice girl, but had a bad ass taste in bikes.

Scott had to think for a moment, leaning forward he put his elbows on his knees and stared at the bike in front of him. "I've never done cage fights, I honestly don't think I'd last two minutes. But, there is something I have done. I've stolen before."

'Right a twenty five cent pack of gum I bet.' Logan thought with a grin.

"I was fourteen years old, two years before my powers manifested. I was in a really nice foster home, and the man of the house, Stephen was his name, had this really nice custom built motorcycle. Every day I would stare at that thing, offered to help him work on it. Anything I could do to touch it." Scott smiled at the happy memory that he hadn't thought about in ages.

"Y'sure y'talkin' 'bout de bike still dere Scotty?"

"My thoughts exactly Scooter."

Scott shot a glare, allbeit slightly playful one towards the two men, before he continued on. "There was this girl that lived down the street, her name was Janet. She was a hot sixteen year old junior in highschool, and I'm talking she was -hot-.' I decided to steal Stephen's bike one night to go and ask her out."

Remy and Logan both asked at the same time, "What happened?"

"Got the date, went out twice on the bike. Came home from the second date and ended up getting into a really bad accident after I dropped of Janet. Stephen found out, he wasn't happy at all about it. He made me rebuild the bike all by myself, and then for my sixteenth birthday, he decided to give it to me. I never dated Janet after that night though. She found out how old I was."

The guys shared another laugh.

. . .

It had been several hours after Marie had been released from the medical lab, instead of going to dinner though, she hung out in the library, she figured she could find something to eat later on; instead of having to deal with rowdy teenagers to get some food. She was curled up on one of the long couches and was reading one of the books she had picked up at random, the teddy bear still firmly tucked under her arm. She wasn't sure what Beast had found, and that scared her. She wasn't sure what was going to happen with Magneto, and that terrorifed her. She felt absolutely powerless, and she loathed that. All she could do now was wait.

. . .

Dinner went off without a hitch. There were no food fights (for once), it seemed all the students were on their best behaviour, and had welcomed John back in without even so much as word as to where he had been for three months. They were accepting, because he came back and seemed to be just as normal as the day he left. Ororo and Kurt shared a quiet corner in the kitchen, eating and talking about the days events. Remy, Logan, and Scott had sat down and were still discussing the plans that they were going to do to the bike. Jubilee, Kitty, and John had snagged a section of the table for themselves and had been in an in-depth conversation about the Van Helsing movie that they had rented.

"I like swear to god, if you squint your eyes, Hugh Jackman so totally looks like Logan." Kitty squeeled gently as she took a bite of her salad.

"Girl, you think that everyone looks like Logan." Jubilee said around a mouth full of cheeseburger.

John rolled his eyes, and realized soon that they were going to be in a debate about the Logan factor. 'Now Kitty's going to argue that it's only because he had such distinguishing looks.'

"It's because he's so distinguishing looking!"

'And Jubilee's going to retort that Kitty just thinks that Logan's sex in jeans'

"You just think that Logan's sex in jeans."

'I'm glad some things never change.' John grinned to himself, taking a sip of his water. He watched the rest of the kitchen, and as Bobby came in he stiffened faintly. Bobby's changed since he saw him last, he and Bobby used to be best friends, and would be able to talk about anything together, now it was like he didn't even know the guy. He frowned at that thought.

"Like hey Bobby, we saved you a seat!" Kitty waved him over.

Bobby came over, sitting down beside Kitty, and smiled. "Thanks, it seems to be pretty quiet tonight for a friday night." He glanced down at his plate piled high with food, before looking up at Jubilee and John. "Anyone seen Rogue? I went to go look for her at the medical lab, but Doctor McCoy said she left a few hours ago."

"Nah, haven't seen her, not since this afternoon at least." Jubilee replied quickly, it almost made her sick how much of a puppy Bobby had become.

"She looked pretty tired, she might be sleeping some." John glanced sideways at Jubilee and could tell that something was bugging her.

"I'll like go check after I'm done eating." Kitty volunteered most readily.

Remy took a look around the kitchen for a moment, frowning as he didn't see Marie. He knew she needed to eat to keep up her strength. He sat back, pushing his plate away, folding his arms in front of him. He spotted the Ice-prick and his jaw tightened faintly. He vividly remembered their "talk" last night, and it pissed him off to no end a man would get so bent out of shape. He only hoped that he hadn't seen the teddy bear he had gotten for Marie.

"Somethin' on your mind Gumbo." Logan asked as he took a sip of the tea he had gotten for dinner.

"Yea Remy, what gives you seem like someone just gave you a wedgie." Scott noted as he took a bite of spaghetti.

"Jes t'inkin' 'bout last night." His eyes still locked on the back of Bobby's head. Logan no doubt didn't miss where his eyes had lingered, and gave a small silent nod.

"Last night was pretty intense, I'll say that much." Scott, who was totally oblivious to Bobby and Remy's altercation, added.

"Yea, it was. I t'ink I'm gonna go and find out where Marie be hidin', and take 'er somet'in' t'eat." He stood up, taking his plate over to the sink, and began to rifle through the fridge.

A few moments later, a feminine voice was heard behind him. "If you plan on taking Rogue something to eat, I picked her up her favorite meal from the italian restaurant in town, while I was out today." Ororo's arm stretched out, pulling out a paper bag, and handing it to Remy. "And I do believe she's in the library." She smiled at her friend. "Go take it to her, she's probably starved."

Remy took it. "D'accord Stormy." Remy grinned and slipped out of the kitchen, almost totally un-noticed except for one set of eyes that watched him as he left.

. . .

Marie was looking out the window into the backyard. Her forehead was gently resting against the glass, and was too wrapped up in her thoughts to hear the person coming in behind her. She let out a soft sigh, and gave the teddy bear a soft squeeze. Already she viewed the teddy bear as a security blanket of sorts.

"Chere, y'be okay?" A voice soft and absolutely thick cajun accent drawled softly into her ear, causing Marie to jump and quickly turn around to see two red on black eyes staring into her.

"Ah... Ah.. Y'scared meh!" She laughed softly, shaking her head and sinking down into the couch some.

"Jes lookin' for y'petite, y'didn't show up t'dinner. Got kinda worried." He sat down beside her, but giving her her own personal space. "Brought y'somet'in Stormy bought ya while she was in town t'day." He pointed to the bag that was sitting on the table.

"Oh, Ah can only guess what that is!" She grinned softly, glancing to Remy. "Ah happen t'be addicted t'this really good and cheesy stuffed macaroni that this place called Mamacita's has." She blushed softly, looking down at her hands. "Thank ya Remy, foh everythin'."

"It be m'pleasure petite." His hand coming out and stroking her cheek for a moment before sliding her hair behind her ear. She could feel that he was wearing gloves. She shivered and closed her eyes. "Remy jes wanna look out for y'belle."

"Ah.. Ah.. Ah." She stammered, unable to think coherently, biting so softly on her bottom lip.

"Shh, it's okay petite.. Here." He stood up, walking over to the table, and rifled through the bag. Pulling out a large styrofoam go box, he reached into his pocket pulling out a set of silverware, and then sat down again, beside her. "Eat somet'in' petite odderwise I'm gonna have t'feed y'm'self." He grinned in that devil may care way that would get mots girls gasping for air.

She gave him an incredulous look, before shaking her head. "Ah don't believe ya."

"Not gonna make a liar outta me petite." With that, he oepened up the box, grabbing the fork, and then gathered up one of the shells, and brought it to her lips. "Now take a bite Chere." His voice turning softer yet, almost in a sensual manner.

It took all of Marie's willpower to pull her eyes away from his, looking down to the fork, before she opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the fork, before slowly pulling back to chew and swallow. She closed her eyes, and let out a soft mumbled "this is good" though it was hardly distinguishable as she was told never to speak with a mouthful.

'Dieu I have never wanted t'be a piece of silverware until now.' He stared at Marie for a moment while she ate her food, when she opened her eyes, he quickly looked down at the styrofoam box. "See, told ya." He looked back up at her and grinned softly. "Never gonna make a liar outta me Chere."

She blushed, and looked down for a moment, before looking back up at him. "Ah'll hafta remembah that." She sat there though, not motioning for him to give up the fork. "Yanno though, if ya gonna feed meh, you should learn how tah shovel it in fastah, a woman could stahve." She winked.

'Dieu, dis girl is gonna be de deat' o'me.' He offered another bite up to her full lips, as she repeated the process he let out a soft sigh. "Mais quelle manière d'aller." (But what a way to go) This caused Marie's eyes to open, Remy could feel himself blush for the first time in years.

"What was that?"

"Uh, I uh. I asked if de food be good. Never really tried much in de way of Italian." 'Way to go idiot.'

"It's wondahful. Should take you sometime, once Ah'm feelin' bettah." Thankfully (at least in Remy's case) Marie had decided to take Japanese instead of french this year.

"I'd like dat petite, I really would."

. . .

As Remy and Marie continued their small feast, well Marie continued her small feast. A set of eyes watched from the distance, a smile growing on the persons face. 'Like, I so totally knew he was into her!' The head then disappeared back into the wall, and Kitty kept a smile on her face for the rest of the night. Of course it never occurred to her that while Remy seemed so perfect for Marie, there was another person who had already "claimed" her. Then again, it was all something so beautiful to Kitty who always had her nose stuck in the latest Johanna Lindsay book. Romance, aaah pure sweet romance.

Authors Notes:

To all those that reviewed and read, thank you very much!

EmeraldKatsEye: Oh Bobby is grand to piss off, I ended up snickering a few times during that little scene just because. I never cared for Bobby, not in the way the movie portrays him at least. I thought the bondage line was perfect, and absolutely something Remy would say. I also got inspired from the first movie when Cyclops asked Wolverine "Would you rather want yellow spandex?" couldn't resist.

Ishy: Yes very stupid Bobby, and no need for the being kicked in the teeth part, I have plans Muwhaha! I also figured that John would be wanting to come back especially after how cracked he had seen Magneto truly was. Anyways, who would want to be on a deserted island with Magneto, Sabertooth, and Mystique?

MJK: Thank you for the wonderful words of encouragement, I'm attempting to keep things going smoothly, and my writers block (and plot bunnies) seem to have diminished again, and I'm taking it slower on the chapters now just to make sure that I give it my all. I'm really glad you enjoyed chapter 5, I was afraid it was too strained. And we all know Bobby acting like a tough guy usually ends up leaving someone pissed off, or at least testy.

Tara: Well here's your update! Thanks for the review.

More Author's notes: Thank you to those that helped me figure out some things within this chapter, and where I'm going to be leading this. Thank you to Janet, who helped give me the inspiration to go ahead with the chapter and helped me figure out what I'm doing with good ol' Mags, just remember chica, nothing's impossible. Thank you Stephen, who gave me the courage to continue on with my cheesy jokes within the story, it's good to know I can make people laugh. Thank you Phil for just being there when I've whined about not being able to come up with anything else. Also a big thank you to Jacob who got to hear about the first chapter of the story via the phone, and has been reading it every step of the way since then, and giving me ideas for the other characters directions.

Please keep reading and reviewing this story, your reviews and your encouraging words only fuel my fire to continue to write this.

Oh and if anyone is curious what a NOS system is (I'm a sorta car buff), it's a Nitrous Oxide System which in short, causes a very large burst of speed to come forth on a vehicle. Slightly dangerous in a car, extensively dangerous on a bike.

Hope you all enjoyed this!