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Professor Xavier was given the news by Doctor Hank McCoy, and instead of causing distress in his X-men, he allowed them to have a night of respite. Friday nights were meant to unwind, and he knew this news could indeed change what was going to happen in the future. He only did not know what Eric was planning. This concerned him most of all.

Hank was sitting in his office,g oing over the forumla's once more that he had been working on. It wasn't that he wished to hide his mutation, he was proud to be a mutant, but he knew that for some children, it was most difficult to even be able to coexist with humans when they had the most abnormal physical manifestations of the X-Gene. He continued to come to the same conclusion over and over again, the formula had to be taken before the x-gene was active. Annoyed, Hank settled in with a book by Chaucer for the rest of the night, and a box of twinkies.

Kurt and Ororo played their game of pool that she had owed him. Of course, Kurt had to be taught how to play traditional eight ball and nine ball. Ororo didn't mind teaching him, as she was taught by one of the the institutes best players. It was a little known fact Logan could play a mean game of stripes and solids, pity Kurt didn't know that. They spoke of many things, including the fact that it was nice to have such a calm enviroment to be in at the moment. Of how the school readily accepted John's return, as well as Rogue's friendship with Remy. There were no worries as of yet.

John had been asked by several of the freshmen students to help with a science project that was due on tuesday. He had been happy to help, he liked helping the kids with projects, something he had missed while he was with Magneto, plus he loved Science. He was always one of Jean Grey's best students. When he found out about her death, he had been greatly saddened, now he remembered what he had been taught by her, to honor her memory. This way he also got to avoid being around Bobby.

Bobby had decided to stay in tonight, in his room so he could finish up his homework for the weekend, so that time could be spent with Rogue. He hadn't seen her all night and figured she must have fallen asleep in her room hours ago. He was still so upset that John was brought back to the school. He had harmed innocent people, he had blown up cop cars in -front- of his parents house, and truth be told, he didn't follow the rules. While he was reading "Wuthering Heights" for lit. class, he thought of how stupid the story was.

Logan, the Wolverine, the wildsman, had decided to go out for once on a friday night. Of course, going -out- meant really.. going out. With fishing poll and tackle box, Logan headed to the lake that was on the outskirts of the school land. He had, in good knowledge, an inclination that his li'l Marie liked fresh fried fish, and who was he to not oblige. The night also allowed him time to reflect on his decision to stick around. At first it was a choice because she was in trouble, now it was a want, because he was needed.

Scott sat in his study, listening to some jazz, and going over the diagrams that Remy, Logan, and he had worked out during that afternoon for the motorcycle. Scott realized an important thing today. He may have lost the love of his life, and that will always be with him, her memory will always be with him; but he himself wasn't dead. He had friends that cared for him, that he cared for, as well as students to guide and lead. The pain would be there, but with his friends, his students.. No wait, his -family-, he would survive.

Remy and Marie had sat late into the night in the library. Remy had told Marie about his past in New Orleans, all of his past. He told her stories of his brother Henri and he getting in trouble with Tante Mattie, told her about Belladonna. Before he realized what was happening, he opened himself up to her. Something the Prince of Thieves never had done before with a femme. In turn, Marie told Remy about her past before she became a mutant. How her step-father was an idiot that she didn't like. How her real father had died when she was three in a factory accident. How her powers manifested during her first kiss and she put David into a coma. She even admitted that she's only been kissed twice in her life, and she figured that was all the kisses she would ever have. Remy soon after that, sent Marie to bed. If only she knew it was because Remy was afraid if she continued talking about kisses, he'd end up in a coma too (not that he'd mind much.).

Jubilee and Kitty had stayed up late into the night as well, only having fallen asleep just a few minutes before Marie had come into their room. They had stayed up talking about what Kitty had seen in the library. Of course they both thought it was awesome that the hottest man -ever- to walk the earth was fawning over Rogue. They had never thought of ill-will towards the girl, and were quite happy for their friend. Jubilee however had to bribe her friend not to go spreading the "joyful news" around, by giving Kitty her new Britney Spears cd.

. . .

Seven in the morning, who in the world knew that seven in the morning actually existed on saturdays? With a grumble, John slipped out of his bed and scratched himself with a yawn. Looking over at his sleeping room-mate and smirked lightly. "Lucky ass Cajun." He mumbled, and stepped out of his room after going to the bathroom. Looking up and down the hall for a moment, he yawned and began to head towards the stairs.

"Like, good morning John!" Kitty was -far- too chipper at this time of morning, he glanced towards her and mumbled something. As she came up to hug him, she giggled. "Sleep well."

Mumbling again, he returns the hug, and continues to head towards the stairs and down them. He was not a morning person needless to say. He yawned again, and then went to scratch himself, before remembering that he wasn't alone anymore.

"Like, I have never seen someone's hair do that before! Total bed-head, you must move around a lot in your sleep." 'Yes definately too cheery'

As John and Kitty made their way into the kitchen, the smell of bacon and eggs lingered around them. John sat down at the table where Ororo and Kurt were already sitting. Thirty seconds later, his head hit the top of the table and stayed there. Logan was cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast.

"Like whoa, totally walked into the Twilight Zone, who knew that Logan could cook." Kitty walked to the fridge, opening it and pulling out the large orange juice container to get a drink.

"Oh can it Half-Pint, I just want to make sure you all have energy for the Danger Room session this morning." Logan slid the fried eggs onto two plates, before adding bacon as well.

Logan and Scott had decided to start training the younger students in the Danger Room, and this would be their first joint effort. Usually only Scott ran the sessions, but he had asked Logan for his help with this. While Scott made a fine leader most times, Logan made a better warrior, there was no point in arguing that.

"Beware the man bearing gifts." John replied, his voice muffled against the hard oak table.

Kitty laughed, pouring two large glasses of orange juice and set one down in front of John, the other beside him where she was going to be sitting. "It's like not that bad, it could be worse."

John sat up, grinning faintly. "At least Logan doesn't have fleas, unlike my last teacher."

This caused Logan to bust up laughing to the point he almost dropped the two plates that carried the food. "He didn't really have fleas did he?"

John at first was afraid of bringing up his time on Suwarrow island with Magneto and the rest. But it seemed like no one was truly upset about it. Maybe they understood. He hoped they did at least. "Hey I had fleas because of that shmuck."

Ororo and Kurt shared a look and a laugh. "That does not surprise me. I remember his breath, it was not too pleasant." Ororo quipped.

"Eat up." Logan said as he set two plates down in front of Kitty and John. "Want to make sure you're well fed, don't know when lunch is going to happen for you four." He grinned, and walked back to the stove, fixing up two more plates he brought them to Ororo and Kurt.

"So who's all going to be in the training session today." John asked after eating a piece of bacon.

"Fire-cracker, you, half-pint here, and Ice-pop." Logan then returned tot he table after fixing up two more plates, and then his own, which held three times more food than all the other plates.

"Herr Logan, what is it you, Remy, and Scott are doing in the garage?" Kurt asked as he ate his eggs. He had wonderful table manners, it showed in almost everything he did, he was raised properly.

"Oh, we're just working on this old bike that One Eye got. Gives us something to do to stay outta trouble. If you wanna lend a hand sometime, just come on out." Logan began to put hot sauce on his eggs, and a glob of grape jelly by his bacon. Kitty and John watched absolutely enthralled as Logan began dipping the bacon -into- the grape jelly and eating it.

"I vould like zhat very much. Zhank you Herri Logan." Kurt smiled, and continued eating.

"I have heard quite a few laughs coming from the garage when I pass, what is it you three speak about?" Ororo, was quite pelased that the three men had become close.

"Oh, just Gumbo telling some most interesting stories about this white haired beautiful woman he met in the French Quarter about six years ago." Logan grinned, taking a bite of his eggs.

Ororo stiffened a moment, glancing sideways at Logan. "Such as?"

"Oh just some things I really shouldn't repeat in. . . Young company." He took a sip of his coffee. "Some pretty interesting stuff 'Ro."

"We shall see about that!" She stood up, and strode out of the kitchen, Logan was attempting to stifle his chuckles while the other three were curious as to what happened.

"Zhat vas not very nice Herr Logan." That didn't stop Kurt though from looking out the window and trying to hide his fangy grin.

At that time, Bobby had walked into the kitchen. "Awesome, someone made breakfast!" He was absolutely happy about that. "Who made it?"

"Like Logan did. Wasn't it nice of him?" Kitty continued to stare at Logan as he ate the concotion. As she watched him dip a piece of bacon into jelly.. She wrinkled her nose. "Logan, are you pregnant?" This caused an eruption of laughter to come from everywhere except the kid known as Ice-Cube.

"Oh come on half-pint, take a bite." He shoved it towards her.

"EWWW!" She jumped up with a shriek, knocking her chair over, and staring at the bacon as if it were a snake that was about to bite her.

During this time, Bobby had made himself a bowl of ceral and was eating it by the counter. "What don't like my cooking Ice-Cube?" Logan asked, watching the little prick.

Bobby shook his head. "I uh, had eggs yesterday." Bad lie, he couldn't lie to save himself.

Logan shook his head, and continued eating, giving a faint shrug. 'What the hell does Marie see in this putz?'

Jubilee wandered in, grabbing her plate without even asking, and sitting on the otherside of John, who had totally scarfed down his breakfast by now. She sat there silently eating. Jubilee wasn't a morning person, instead of being grumpy or anything else, she was just listless, that is until she got some food in her.

The rest of breakfast went off without a hitch, everyone ate quietly, a few jokes were thrown here and there, and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Scott came down to join them a little after eight, and ate the cold plate of food that Bobby had raised his nose at. "Even cold, this isn't bad chow Logan. You should cook more often." Scott grinned. "All right kids, suit up, time for your training session."

This all gained a collective groan from the teenagers.

A few minutes later, as people were vacating the kitchen, a loud clap of thunder was heard and the loud shout of "MERDE!"

"Looks like Ororo just woke up the Cajun." Logan laughed and headed out of the kitchen.

. . .

Three grueling long hours in the Danger Room and they were still being trained. Kurt and Ororo sat in the control room, overwatching the progression of the students as Logan and Scott continued to train them. They were going over a course, much like that of Suwarrow Island, where they had to work together as a team to not be spotted by a large group of Sentinels. Once again, Bobby was spotted by a Sentinel as he tried to blast it with a spray of ice. This was the seventh time today he's done this.

"End program!" Logan bellowed out, shaking his head as he moved towards the four students.

"What was that Drake? The mission was to -not- get spotted, which means you don't attack unless absolutely necessary!" John shook his head, he and the other two were doing just fine, working together.

"They weren't paying attention, a moment of advantage, and I took it." Bobby shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweat pants. Muttering under his breath, where he thought no one could hear. "If you weren't such a pussy, you'd attack too."

Everyone, except for Logan didn't hear that. He shook his head and snorted. "Program City Streets, activated now!" He yells. "All right kids, you want to fight? Sparring, now. Ice-cube, you're up against the Firefly, Half-Pint, you'll be going up against Fire-cracker. No powers." He then turned away, running towards one of the alley's with Scott, where there would be an exit that they can get up into the control room.

"Why are you going to have them spar against each other Logan?" Scott asked as they entered the control room.

"Someone needs a lesson in cockiness." Was Logan's only reply as he sat down. He looked to his watch, and knew that Marie was more than likely awake by now.

Shaking his head, he does something that he rarely does when there's training sessions going on, he flicks the intercom on to hear what they're saying.

. . .

John and Bobby circled each other. John would rather not be fighting the guy he thought at one time had been his best friend. Bobby on the other hand seemed to be dying for this moment. He swung blindly towards John's head, which John blocked with relative ease. "Bobby, this is stupid, you don't want to fight me."

Bobby was surprised that John had -blocked- that punch. He stood there for a moment, shaking his head. "You put all of us in danger in Boston! You went with Magneto, you're a traitor John. I don't know why you came back, and I don't know why they were stupid enough to -let- you come back!" He went in for another punch.

Instead of blocking it this time, John dodged, lowering down, and sweeping Bobby's legs out from under him, leaving Bobby flat on his back. "I'm not a traitor! I came back for Rogue!" Well it was true, he did come back to tell the Professor what was going on.

This only angered Bobby even more, as he rolled onto his stomach, he pushed himself up, staring darkly into John's eyes. "Rogue's -my- girl! I'm getting tired of Wolverine and that jackass Cajun trying to put their moves on her and now you?!" He began to punch madly towards John, not caring if the punches landed or not, though he came out lucky and caught John in the gut. "Everyone should just leave her alone!" He punched John again, sending him down to the ground.

As Bobby lifted his leg up for a kick, John had rolled onto his back to catch the foot that was going for his face, withhis other leg, he sweeped Bobby's leg and made him fall back. John kipped up, shaking his head. "Bobby, this is stupid! I'm not into Rogue that way and no one else is either but you!"

. . .

Logan, Kurt, Ororo, and Scott listened to their arguing while John and Bobby sparred. Each one shook their head, and continued to watch. Logan was amazed and pleasantly pleased that John was controlling his anger, and was trying to stop Bobby from fighting as well. He had a good fighting style, it seemed he learned a few things during the time he was with the others.

Scott sighed softly, for a long while he thought that Bobby would be good for Rogue. Help her interact with the others. Now it just seemed like Bobby was a possessive and jealous boyfriend, and he didn't like that. He sat down beside Logan, looking over the screens a moment. He was going to have to talk to Xavier about this, before something escalated to drastic measures.

Kurt and Ororo were talking softly about the fighting style that John was using. Kurt was watching with keen interest as he's seen this style before, Mystique was the woman who had used some of these moves when they had fought against one another on Suwarrow Island.

"He has been taught much. Thankfully ve vill not have to meet him on zhe ozherside." Kurt spoke up to the entire group.

"He could teach the others a few things in self defense. What do you think Scooter?" Logan asked, still staring at the screen.

"I think that might be a good idea. John can take on some responsibility, he's alread proven himself trustworthy." Scott nodded slowly.

"I agree, he can start teaching the younger students how to defend themselves without the use of their powers." Ororo smiled, sitting back.

. . .

Bobby finally broke the rules, his fist icing up as he swung towards John. John ducks, rushing towards Bobby, his shoulder hitting Bobby's mid-section and throwing him to the ground. John sits on him, pushing his shoulders down, and looking into his eyes. "Stop Bobby, just stop." John shook his head, standing up.

"Why, because you know I could beat you?"

"No, because I've been going easy on you Bobby. I don't want to hurt you. But while I was gone, I was taught how to fight my opponent, utilizing their weaknesses to -my- strengths. Your arrogance is your weakness. I could wipe the floor with you, but I don't want to." John turned his back on Bobby. "I was wrong about you. I thought you were my best friend. I was wrong."

A booming voice yelled. "End program!" Logan came running out as the Danger Room reverted back to normal. "What the hell were you thinking?! I said no powers! God dammit, get out of here Bobby. You'll have one on one training sessions with me every morning at five. Got me?!" He was now dangerously close to Bobby, staring him in the eye.

Bobby didn't answer him, just turned and began to stalk off. Logan swung him around, leaning in closer. "Got me?" His tone low, but dangerous.

"I got you, Wolverine." Bobby sneered, shrugging out of the hold, and walked towards the door, and as it opened, he slipped out.

Heaving with shuddered breaths, Logan was so close to snapping. He closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it Logan, he didn't hurt me."

Kitty and Jubilee who had been patiently waiting for their turn came up to Logan and John as well. They watched quietly, sharing secretive looks between one another.

"Trainings done for the day kids. Fire-Bug I wanna talk to you later. Half-pint and Firecracker, do me a favor. Try and get some sparring in at some point this weekend." With a curt nod, Logan also left the Danger Room.

"What was that all about?" Kitty asked in a soft voice.

"Bobby pissing off Logan, he must obviously have a death wish." Jubilee sighed.

The three teens left the Danger Room, leaving the three adults in the control room trying to figure out exactly what was going to happen next.

. . .

Ever since her discussion with Remy, Marie had been spending some time by herself. She was so confused that it didn't help matters much. She enjoyed being around Remy, and he had been acting so sweet lately that she wasn't sure what was happening. He had said he'd always be there for her, that he'd protect her. He said the exact words that Logan had told her in the train station. He had given her a teddy bear, he had told her about his life. He had even said that after he admitted to killing a man, he was afraid that she wouldn't want to speak to him again. Glancing down to the teddy bear Remy had given her, she sighed and buried her head under her pillow.

She had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was afraid to touch her, but a boyfriend none the less. He was sweet, caring, and always looked out for her. Lately he had been slightly.. Territorial, but guys do that usually. Or so she thought. She punched the pillow beside her and grumbled under her breath. He was afraid to touch her, Remy wasn't. Bobby didn't want her to be around Logan, Remy encouraged it. Bobby was always trying to be the leader, while Remy seemed just happy to go whereever the wind took him. Bobby was jealous, Remy was... Remy. She sighed, pulling her head out from under her pillow. She was crushing hard on the Cajun. But what would he see in an eighteen year old girl that couldn't touch? But the true question was, what did she see in an eighteen year old literal icey assshole. She fell back onto her pillow and sighed.

""I need to see you in my office."" The telepathic message is the only thing that brought her out of her thoughts.

. . .

As each X-man filed into the office, they noticed that Charles Xavier was already sitting with Beast. Rogue moved to sit down in one of the chairs furthest away from the others, her teddy bear clutched under her arm. Logan walked in, glancing over in Marie's direction, giving her a soft smile, before he sat down near the desk. Ororo, Kurt, and Scott all came in together, and sat down on a couch that Charles had put in his office. John came in and sat down in the other chair that was by Charles' desk. Remy was the last to enter, instead of choosing to sit down, he moved to lean against the wall by the chair Marie was in, and keeping well enough away from Ororo. This is when they all noticed, as the door closed that Bobby Drake wasn't with them.

"Excuse me Professor, but vhere is Bobby?" Kurt asked as his tail swayed in the air.

"I did not summon Bobby. This all has to do with the mission on Suwarrow Island, and the findings that Doctor McCoy has come up with." Charles took in a hesitant breath, looking over to Rogue, before looking at the group again. "It was also asked by Rogue that no one but the X-Men were involved, and myself would know about the findings. I respect her wishes."

Marie stared intently on the teddy bear in front of her as she could feel eyes sweeping over her. She sighed softly, glancing up at them all and giving a small smile. "Ah don't lahke people worrayin'." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders.

"Which is understandable Rogue. I.. I think that Doctor McCoy would be the best to explain what he has found."

Hank stood up slowly, moving to look at the group, before he started speaking. "What young Master Allerdyce spoke of, a chip that was implanted inside of Rogue, was correct. At first when I did my first scan of her body when she was brought in from the attack, I didn't find it because I wasn't looking for it. It's very small, and has been placed -inside- Rogue's heart." He sighed softly.

"So why dun y'jes take it out?" Remy asked quietly, looking down to the top of Rogue's head.

"I wish it were so simple. Unfortunately, it's placed in the direct position of the right ventricul, it would kill her if I tried. Unfortunately there is nothing I can do. The direct components or workins of the chip, is what I cannot find out. So only time will tell exactly what will come of this. I'm sorry Rouge." Hank frowned, looking down at his mammoth blue and fuzzy hands. "I wish I could tell you what could happen, but there's no way of knowing."

It took a few minutes for everyone to sink in the information that was just given to them. Marie tried valiantly to hold back the tears that were growing in her eyes. She played with the ear of her teddybear, keeping herself quiet for now. She chewed softly on the bottom of her lip.

Remy watched Rogue, and he could feel the waves of emotions rolling from her. He sighed softly and for once damned himself for his empathic abilities. He reached out and stroked her hair softly, trying to reassure her things were going to be all right.

Logan shook his head, his voice unbelievably soft. "If I hadn't touched her while she was in the coma, would the chip be this difficult to remove?" The mightly Wolverine was feeling absolutely guilty.

"No, it wouldn't be difficult to remove. Though with the way the chip is made, it would have been floating around in her body, and more than likely caused even more damage Logan." Hank replied honestly.

"Zhen vhat vill ve do to remove zhe chip?" Kurt asked softly, watching his young student try to hold onto her bearings.

"We hunt down Magneto and demand he removes the it." Scott replied curtly, he was rather upset about this. Hadn't Magneto done enough to poor Rogue?

"Hopefully we will be able to find where Magneto is now, Suwarrow is deserted, and we have no idea where he could have gone. I will be scanning with Cerebro." Charles answered.

"S'alls we do is sit around and wait until de man decides he's done playin' and do somet'in t'Marie? Merde, what de hell?" Remy was getting annoyed. The girl that was stealing (Okay he's in denial -has- stolen) his heart, was at the whims of a mad man.

"It's all we can do right now Mr. LeBeau, unfortunately. Rogue, we'll be doing tests on you daily to see if anything is happening physically. We can only pray Magneto is found soon." Charles' voice having taken on a grave tone. "I'm sorry Rogue."

She gave a small nod, standing up and quickly leaving the room, where she could breakdown in private. Remy went to go towards the door, and Ororo spoke up. "Let her have some time Remy, then go to her."

With a sigh, he slumped into the seat that was previously occupied by Rogue. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He had to find this fils d'une chienne (son of a bitch), before he did something to hurt Marie. His hands tightened around the armchairs of the seat.

"Mister LeBeau, I'd suggest calming down before the chair blows up." Charles spoke quickly and pointedly.

Remy opened his eyes, only to see the soft pink humming glow of the chair, with a moment of concentration, he un-charged the seat. Whispering, "Désolé.(Sorry.)"

. . .

After the X-Men had finished talking about Rogue's present condition, there was another problem at hand. Scott had decided to bring up the sitauation with Bobby and what had happened during the training room session. In the opinion of all that were present, Bobby was going to be placed on suspension from the team until he can control his erratic behaviour and act like a responsible mature adult. Knowing that this was going to cause problems when Bobby found out, Ororo was elected to be the one to tell him.

It was agreed upon that John would be teaching the younger students self defense, which made John absolutely happy.

. . .

It was well into the evening by the time Bobby had found Rogue, who was sitting underneath one of the large Oak trees in the backyard of the mansion. She was reading a book with her teddybear clenched under her arm. She was eighteen years old and she was carrying around a stuffed animal. Bobby rolled his eyes at that, sitting down in front of her. "Hey."

She looked up from her book, glancing up into his eyes for a moment, before she set the book down, her voice soft. "Hey."

"What are you doing out here, I thought you would be inside watching the movie with everyone else." Bobby asked, playing with a blade of grass.

She shook her head some, running a gloved hand through her hair."Nah, alreaday seen Pirates of the Carribean moah tahmes than it should be legal. 'Sides didn't wanna watch Jubs and Kitty drool all ovah the place." She gave a faint smile. Truth be told she just wanted to be left alone.

"Yea, I know what you mean. Seems to me they've been drooling a lot lately now that Logan's back, and that Cajun's here." His tone faintly bitter.

"Theah's nothin' wrong with Logan or wit' Remy." She was faintly defensive.

"Of course not." Bobby said in an icy tone. Rolling his eyes again, he stood up. "I'll talk to you later Rogue." Without even a fake kiss to the top of her head, he walked back into the mansion.

Marie stared off at his departing figure, shaking her head for a moment. Letting out the softest sigh known to man she leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes. "Asshole." Is all she could mumble. She didn't understand why he didn't like Logan, or Remy for that matter.

"Troubles in paradise kid?" A voice growled behind her.

The voice made her smile, and as she opened her eyes she could see Logan leaning against the tree. "Ah'm not gonna ask you where ya came from." She grinned lightly.

"Good thing too. So what's up with Ice-cube? Stick up his ass? Maybe I should start calling him popsicle more often." He sat down beside her.

"Logan!" She laughed, unable to help it.

"It's the truth darlin', he doesn't deserve you. He's been acting more possessive over you than I have over my bike."

"You mean Scott's bike."

"Right, anyways. He doesn't deserve you darlin' or the way he makes you feel." He puts an arm around her and pulls her closer. "I see the way he makes you frown. He never used to do that."

"He's just been goin' through some things Ah guess." Her lips pursed faintly.

"Doesn't make it right. Anyways. You're coming with me." He picks her up, tossing her over his shoulder, making one sweep with his hand to pick up her book and her teddy bear at the same time and begins to walk towards the Mansion.

"LOGAN!" She shrieked, kicking her legs a few times, which only caused him to laugh. "Put meh down dammit!"

A resounding SLAP was heard as his hand landed squarely on her backside. "Now what did I say about you using that fucking foul language?"

That caused her to shriek again, and laugh some. "If Ah have a bruise, Ah'm tellin'."

"Parental discipline, get used to it kid."

They disappeared into the mansion, making a grand display as he led her into the kitchen, and set her down at the table. "You more than likely haven't eaten today, and I'm going to remedy that. How does fresh catfish sound?" He grinned as he saw her face light up.

"Fresh?"

"Yup, caught it last night while someone was in the library." Grinning, he turned to go into the fridge where the catfish already were deskinned and waiting to be cooked.

"Ah, uh, uhm." She couldn't think, blushing too much as she was reminded of the library.

"Don't sweat it darlin'." Is all he said as he began to prepare the meal for her.

"Ah.. Ah wanna say thanks Logan. Ah know it's hard right now bein' heah, but havin' y'around is real nice." Her voice soft, her voice small as she straightened out her gloves.

"Darlin', this is home. I got things here to protect now. No need to thank me."

"But it's nice t'hear sometimes. Ain't it?"

"Yea, real nice to hear." He smiled at her and continued to cook the meal.

Author's Notes:

I would like to say that I know I keep re-iterating the parts about the chip, but the problem is they won't know exactly what it does for quite a while, and each time they find out something new, it's new to them, even if it's not new to the readers.

The danger room, hasn't been truly explained or described (I know, bad bad me) but I can't really remembre what it looked like, it's been a while since I've seen the cartoons that have dealt with it. I hope it didn't sound as corny as I thought it did.

I hope you enjoyed the small scene with Logan and Marie, I thought it was nice warm and fuzzy good natured stuff.

The thing with Logan eating hot sauce on his eggs and jelly on his bacon comes from the few accounts I've heard about the guys in Korea and Vietnam war using -anything- to make their food not taste like cardboard. Everything was so bland over there, it's what they used. And with Logan's history (some of it as we know) he was in the military during war, so it could be an odd knack he has.

Now onto those that reviewed!

Jenny11: Chapter five felt rushed to me too, I'll try to tone down the accents a little bit, it's just difficult sometimes. Glad you like my ideas so far. Keep reading, and I'll try not to rush so much.

Orion: Yay, you reviewed! Thanks for the review, and no I couldn't tell you loved this, not at all Snicker I love the guys bonding, it's so great! Thanks for the favorite as well!

Ishy: There is NO such thing as too cute Remy! He did after all tell Marie not to make him a liar, and he'd feed her. So voila, the teddy bear has been an ongoing thing with me for a while. Actually brought up the idea to one of my guy friends to get his girl a stuffed animal and spray some of his cologne on it to remind her of him when he's not around. I'm -such- a sap. And yes there is NOTHING better than Romance. And plan number 1 for Bobby underway already. I so am not a fan.

MJK: I'm thinking cards might happen, either that or the guys all going out to a bar somewhere. Male bonding in this things is great, it's definately needed, after all this isn't just a fluff.. Much cough I wanted to have somewhat more of a concentration on what the guys do that -isn't- mutant related, and the testosterone levels in the movies just got to me sometimes. I know what you mean about Remy's past being this -huge- big deal about him being married or engaged, I honestly don't see it myself.. I mean after all this -is- the twenty first century.

To those that have read and told me personally what they think: Stephen, I'm glad you're still liking this story, it means a lot to me that you keep reading it. Jase, chico, I luv ya. I'm glad you're actually interested in this story, I know that you usually don't like fanfics, and telling me you wanted to know when the seventh chapter came out was amazingly touching. And thanks for the heads up on my spelling errors lol. Janet, I know you haven't read any of the other chapters I've put up for a while, because you've been busy, but thanks for keep giving me great ideas. To Heather, I'm glad you're enjoying this story as well. Leon has actually been somewhat of my inspiration for Remy(at least for movie-verse). Jacob, sorry you missed out on helping me with Iceman/Pyro face off, we'll see what we can up with together

To those whom have read, and haven't reviewed, or haven't told me what you personally think, thank you for giving me the time to spin a web of tales, I hope I can continue being the weaver of this story, and I hope you continue to enjoy it.