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"Dis is cruel and unusal punishment Logan!" A New Orleans accented voice called to the gruff Canadian.

"Get used to it Gumbo. After you get done doing that shopping list, come and see me, I got some more things I need you to do." Logan grinned as he walked away from the wily Cajun.

Muttering, Remy got into the jeep and drove off towards the local grocery store, peeking down at the list. "Pamprin, Midol and Advil migraine. Tampax, O.B, Playtex. What in de world are dose, dey sound like different types of foreign vehicles. Always wi''wings, Always wit'out wings." Shaking his head, he tossed the list down and lit up a cigarette. "What de hell are wings?"

. . .

Logan had decided that since he really did like the Cajun, that he wouldn't kill him, or change his singing voice. Cruel and unusual punishment, but the guy deserved it. After all he was found kissing on Marie last night. His little Marie. Logan sighed softly, looking at the newspaper and chewing on an unlit cigar. He had taken his normal seat in the kitchen, and allowed the silence to relax him some. It was only six in the morning, and he knew that the rest of the house -should- be sleeping. A small set of words haunting his thoughts.

"Girls flirt with the dangerous guy, they don't bring them home... They marry the good guy."

"I can be the good guy."

"Logan, the good guy sticks around."

"Looks like you were wrong." He whispered softly to himself, slumping faintly in his chair, allowing the paper to drop and he closed his eyes. He had a love for Jean, he always would. It was just too late to realize that that love, was only a strong bond, friendship. He had never been able to tell her he appreciated her as a person, and not just some piece of ass. He also wasn't able to show her, that he was sticking around. He also only hoped that Remy LeBeau was a "Good guy" after all, Marie needed someone decent, and not that ice cube shmuck.

. . .

"Rogue." A whisper was trying to rouse her from her sleep. "Rogue, wake up."

Marie had fallen asleep after an hour of trying to calm down last night, and had only been sleeping for about two hours when the voice had interupted her dreams. Her arm was tucked around the teddy bear, she was curled up in her blankets, and she felt it so difficult to raise up her heavy eyelids.

"Rogue." The whisper becoming faintly more urgent.

"Huh?" Her eyes still weren't open, she was still caught in a semi dream state.. She rolled towards the sound of the voice, and finally pryed her eyes open. To see Bobby crouching down beside her bed, smiling at her.. "What are ya doin' heah Bobby?"

"Just wanted to see you. Couldn't sleep." He gave a soft smile. "Listen, I'm sorry about what I said last night. It wasn't appropriate for me to say it. I know Logan's your friend."

Her eyes drifted back shut, and she mumbled softly. "Y'woke meh up to tell meh this? Couldn't it have waited a li'l while longah?" She was so tired, she just wanted to slip back into gentle slumber.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Rogue, I'll let you get back to sleep." He leans down, kissing her lips for once. He kissed her until he felt that tingle of her powers pulling his own into her. He stood up then (all be it a little slowly) and walked out of the bedroom, barely able to keep silent enough from waking up her room-mates.

She had already fallen back asleep by that time, not realizing that laying inside her mind now were the memories of Bobby Drake, as well as the way he perceived her. Snuggling deeper into her pillows, slumber found her. The only peace she would feel for a while.

. . .

"Good morning Logan, I trust you slept well." Charles Xavier spoke as he wheeled himself to the kitchen table where Logan continued to chew his cigar, drink his coffee, and read his paper.. And can't forget brood. Charles only received a look from the Wolverine, before he went back to reading his paper. "Or, you didn't sleep at all. Something is troubling you. It doesn't take a pyschic to figure that one out."

Logan dropped the paper, shoving the coffee cup to the side gently, and just stared at the bald man for a moment. It must be a hard life Charles Xavier lives. Never to be able to walk, though his mental powers were so exceptional. It must be a difficult life for him, to see the children growing up in fear. He shook his head, before folding his hands in front of him. "Something like that Chuck."

"Care to tell me what it is Logan?"

Logan ran his rough fingertips over the place where his adamantium claws sprung forth. "I gave up my search on my past. I can't rush the memories, they'll come on their own. I came back and am staying for one reason. And god dammit that metal head son of a bitch is going to kill her."

Charles sighed, it was a futile attempt to keep the man calm, he too felt betrayed by Eric in a sense that Logan would never be able to understand. He and Eric were friends, colleagues, almost like brothers. To harm one of -his- children was unthinkable. He had sworn he would never do something so foolish again after he almost killed Rogue ontop of the Statue of Liberty. It just proves you can never take a villians word for anything. "I understand Logan."

"Do you Chuck? Do you honestly understand? That little girl up there, that young woman, is the only thing that's keeping me from going absolutely nuts. I am the man that can never die, but she's the girl that keeps me living." He shook his head. Fatherly love, an odd sort, but it was still fatherly love. He could have had a daughter like Marie, he could have had a son like her, but Fate intervened, and gave him something to tie down to.

"I know it's hard Logan, we're trying to find answers."

Logan gave a nod, a soft growl of sorts. He closed his eyes. "Why.. Why can't we do something? Why can't I do something? Hank could remove the chip while I'm touching her, it'd be simple, she'd be fine."

"You would have to be touching her the entire time, she would drain you of your life before he could even get to the chip, let alone even if she did not kill you, her body would heal the damage, and he would have to continue cutting. It would be a never ending process which would still come to no good. There is only one person that can remove that chip, and that Magneto himself. We've gone through several different ideas. One including having Kitty Pryde use her ability of intangibility to phase through and disable the chip. I am just unsure of what would happen, if it malfunctioned. . .Or Rogue somehow absorbed her... " He trailed off.

Logan shook his head, it was futile to even try. He knew it was a foolish errant thought, but there had to be something. His hands gathered into fists. "I can't lose her too Chuck." His words grave, truthful, emotional.

"Neither can I."

. . .

The base of operations had been moved to another location. Suwarrow had been complicated, and now that the little brat known as Pyro was out of the way, there would be no stopping them now. Magneto stared out over the desolate expanse of desert. Death Valley, what an appropriate term.

"Magneto, when will we be going after the girl?" The alien like voice of Mystique purred to him from where she was standing.

"My dear, good things come to all those that wait. It is not yet time to put our plan into action." Magneto slowly turned around, looking to the blue skinned shape changer, and smiled. "Just a little while longer." He sat down behind his metal desk, and crossed his legs. "Tell me what have you found out about the new mutant that was with the others on Suwarrow."

"Remy LeBeau also known as Le Diablo Blanc in New Orleans is part of the Thieves Guild." Mystique picked up a folder, and began reading from it. "His powers manifested when he was eighteen years old, killing the brother of his fiancee. He seems to have gained almost optimal control over them. He's now twenty one years old and has been away from the Thieves Guild for almost three years."

"Now why on earth would a native move like that? What was his last known permanent address?" Eric asked, staring at the pendulum steel balls in which his powers controlled.

"None at the time of this file. His power is interesting. He has an ability to charge inorganic objects with a contained charge of kinetic energy through touch. He could be quite useful."

"Yes, that he could be my dear. We'll see what we can do about having him join. Of course, we can always use our little Rogue as an incentive." Eric grinned, shaking his head. "That will be all for now Mystique. Please go and make sure that Sabertooth isn't harassing the wildlife."

. . .

"After you're done powerwashing the Hummer, you can do the Blackbird." Logan grins as he watches Remy slaving away, washing all the vehicles in the garage, sitting back and puffing on his cigar.

"You are a cruel man mon ami." Remy shook his head, and continued to wash the vehicles. At least he didn't die for kissing that belle chere. Her lips, still haunted him, which brought a smile to his face. Getting lost in his own day dreams, he even began to whistle while he worked.

'Bub's definately gotten the bite of the lovebug.' Logan thought to himself as he sat there, watching the Cajun for a moment. 'Man and I thought I was going soft.. HAH!'

"Logan?" Scott came walking into the garage, looking at the vehicles which had all been serviced and cleaned earlier in the week. "What's going on?"

"Teaching Cajun a lesson." Logan shrugged his shoulders, looking up to good old Scooter. "What's going on?"

Scott paused for a moment, fidgeting. Apparently he had something he honestly didn't want to tell Logan. He sat down beside Logan, watching the New Orleans native slaving away for a few moments. "Think he's good to have around here?"

"I think he's a good asset to the house, and he's friends with 'Ro. He also seems to uh, be close with Marie." Logan cleared his throat, trying to get his message across without coming out and saying anything.

"That's what I think too. He's also a trained fighter, among other things." Scott rests his elbows on his knees, his fists coming up to keep his head up.

"Spit it out already Scooter, what the hell is going on?" He looked over at Scott.

"Rogue's locked herself in her bedroom and won't come out. She told Kitty that if she tried to get in, she'd drain her dry." His voice taking on a very serious tone.

Logan's cigar dropped from his mouth, and he bolted straight up, standing now. "SHE WHAT?!" He looks towards Scott, what the hell had happened?

This also caught Remy, pulling him from his daydream as he set the powerwasher down, and began to walk towards the two men. "Somet'in de matter?"

"That's what I'd like to know." With that Logan strode off into the mansion, leaving both Scott and Remy behind.

. . .

"Like come on Rogue, just open the door. It's all right. Whatever it is, it's okay." Kitty Pryde pleaded with the large oak door in front of her. She didn't even know if her room-mate could hear her anymore. It was talk all over the school that Rogue had locked herself away and refused to talk to or see anyone.

Logan came walking down the hall, quick strides delivered him to the door where Jubilee and Kitty were standing. Each girl had a distraught look on their faces. "Logan, man there is something the matter with our girl. She just woke up sobbing and kicked us both out." Jubilee's tone, which is usually what one could describe as bubbly, was flat and dull.

"Just, woke up crying?" His bushy eyebrows furrowed. Moments later they were joined by Scott and Remy.

"So?" Remy glanced to the door and then back to the other four. "What be de problem?"

"Marie's locked herself in." Logan stared at the door a moment.

. . .

"Like come on Rogue, just open the door. It's all right. Whatever it is, it's okay." The voice of her roommate was muffled only faintly, Marie could still hear her.

'He thinks I'm weak! He thinks I need to be protected from everyone includin' myself. He.. He..' This started a whole new round of tears for the sweet southern belle. Bobby's thoughts and memories had trickled into her dreams. She knew exactly what he thought of her now. 'He's jealous of Logan and Remy, even John. He.. he's scared of me. He..thinks I'm weak!' Burying her face into the teddy bear she was crying into, soaking with her tears.'He sees me as some sort of frail thing that needs protecting, that wants to be protected. A beautiful prize, that's his. He attacked John because he thought John had the hots for me.'

"Marie, I'm countin' to ten and then I'm busting down this damn door! If you want to try and drain me, go ahead." Logan's voice resonated from the other side.

. . .

Logan shook his head after the girls explained to Remy and Scott what had happened. He turned to stare at the door for a moment. What in the world had happened between last night when he found her in a near lip lock with the Cajun and now. Did that asshole do something? He shot a glance towards Remy. No he's not been out of his sight except to go pick up things at the store.

"Marie, I'm countin' to ten and then I'm busting down this damn door! If you want to try and drain me, go ahead." He spoke quite loudly to the oak door.

"One, two, three, nine, ten." So Logan skipped a few numbers, he glanced to the four a moment. Giving a small nod, before he shouldered the door open with relative ease.

. . .

Closing the door behind him, as much as it would close, he looked to the bed where Marie's form was curled up. Holding onto her stuffed bear, and crying softly. "Go away Logan." She whispered.

"Kid, tell me what's going on." God, he didn't do well with tears. They made him feel. . . Odd. Specially when Marie cried. The wolverine deep within him wanted to find the cause of her pain and shred it to bits and pieces. Perhaps saving the head to give it to her, as a momento.

"Ah said go away!" Her voice, still a whisper but held so much emotion.

"No, not until you tell me what in the world is going on.

'If I tell him, he's going to kill Bobby. Not that I wouldn't mind, but he can't take care of something like this.' She shook her head, sniffling gently, closing her eyes. "Ah'd rathah not."

Logan sighed, moving to sit down on the edge of the bed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out gloves. He then began to wipe off her tears. "Now come on. You can tell me anything. You know that. Darlin' what has gotten you all upset?"

Her eyes closed. He wasn't scared of her. He touched her, even if it was still protected, he touched her. "Ah, just had a really bad dream." That's the understatement of the century.

"And you locked out your roommates over this?" His hand paused. There was something she wasn't saying, he just didn't know what.

"Yes. Ah just didn't wanna deal with 'em and the memories of.. of the nightmare at the same tahme." She sighed, she wasn't technically lying. "Logan, can Ah ask ya a question?"

"Sure darlin'."

"Do ya thahnk Ah'm weak?" Her eyes opening, intense green eyes, faintly red due to the crying, staring up into his brown eyes.

"Weak? Nah kid. Come on you've done some amazing things, and you've not let your mutation hold you back. I don't know many other kids who can hitchhike from Caldecott Mississippi all the way to Canada and still have enough balls to hang out in some weird guys truck bed, and then demand he helps her." He smooths her hair back gently. "Nah, kid you're as strong as they come." He smiled.

Marie smiled a little bit and sniffled, giving a small nod.

. . .

After Marie had quieted down, she was so worn out from the emotional trauma, she had went back to sleep. Logan had left the bedroom, telling the other two the coast was clear if they wanted to go inside. He then tugged the two older men with him, heading back to the garage.

"So de petite feelin' better now?" Remy asked as he walked into the garage, lighting up a cigarette.

Logan didn't know how to answer that. He lit up a cigar, shrugging out of his leather coat and headed towards the covered bike, pulling the sheet away. "On one hand, yea the kids fine. She just had some dream that spooked her." He stared at the skeletal bike.

"And on the other hand?" Scott asked, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a cigar. It seems some of Logan's bad habits were rubbing off on him, though he didn't light his.

"She's holding back something." Giving a faint nod, he moved over to the toolbox. Grabbing hold of it, he brought it back to the bike.

"Den de petite has t'say somet'in' on 'er own. Y'can't force someone, specially dat of a femme, t'talk." Remy shrugged his shoulders, flicking the ashes from his cigar.

"I agree with Remy. Just, I'm not as close to Rogue as you two seem to be, but I would like to think that she'd be able to come to any of us when she's ready. Have some faith in her Logan." Scott sat down, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the new designs for the bike.

"Is zis vhere zhe vork is going on?" The german accented voice could be heard as Kurt walked in.

"Yep elf, come on in and pull up a torque wrench." Thank the gods for distractions.

. . .

Kurt, Scott, Logan, and Remy worked well into the afternoon on the bike. Kurt became privy to the exact reason as to why the bike was being made. While he knew absolutely nothing about motorcycles, he was able to learn rather quickly. Once again they shared their stories of their past. Kurt listened most interestedly when Remy talked about his time in New Orleans, especially when he mentioned Ororo. They all shared laughs about Scott when he told them that the first few days at the school were the most interesting for him. Girl thought he had x-ray vision, and used to taunt him about it constantly. When Kurt spoke about his time in the Munich circus, they all listened intently. After all it was a boys dream to run away to the circus when they were kids. Logan shared his stories about fighting in the cages, and about some of the truckers he had seen through his time doing so. It was a needed distraction for each soul, for different reasons. They were also accomplishing something as a small group, that would in turn bring some happiness to someone.

. . .

That evening at dinner, Rogue made an appearance, and ate with Jubilee, John, and Kitty. She had been actively avoiding Bobby all afternoon. Leaning against the table, she watched the adults from the corner of her eye, and blushed each time Remy looked her way. Looking back down to her food, she began picking at it.

"So, I start teaching the self defense class tomorrow after the normal classes." John finished his chocolate milk, and began to work on drinking his mountain dew.

"Like, are you nervous?" Kitty asked, picking up a forkful of salad and taking it within her mouth.

"I know I would be if I had to teach some munchkins how to defend themselves."

"Well.. Munchkins." John grinned, implying he would be teaching them. "I'm not too nervous about it. I have faith that I can you know, not screw this up too badly. As long as people remember not to use their abilities, it should go fine. Rogue are you going to be joining the class when Doctor McCoy says it's okay?"

Rogue was off in her thoughts again. Thinking about the simple fact that the guy who was supposed to be her boyfriend just seemed absolutely a big liar about everything. She couldn't believe the audacity of him. "He's such an asshole." That slipped out without her realizing it.

"Who? Doctor McCoy?" John asked furrowing his eyebrows. Frankly he thought the big blue guy was rather nice.

"Oh! Ah uh.. nah. Sorray, half here." Shaking her head, her cheeks flushing with colour again. Setting her fork down, she left her mashed potatoes alone. "Sorray John, what were y'sayin'?"

"I was asking if you were going to be joining the self defense class."

"Oh.. yea..Ah hope Ah can at least." Rogue gave a small smile, shrugging her shoulders.

They finished their meal in relative ease and continued to speak about anything that came to mind. John and Rogue had decided to go into the rec room later on and watch wrestling, to help keep her mind off of her "nightmare" and to help John gain some perspective on his class tomorrow. Kitty and Jubilee had decided that total facials were at hand after Kitty felt a pimple coming on.

. . .

"Rogue, can I talk to you for a minute?" Bobby had asked the girl as she was helping Ororo do the dishes of the night. Rogue sighed, glancing over towards Ororo, begging that she'd say no.

"It's all right Rogue, go on. There aren't that many left now." Ororo smiled to the girl, thinking that she would want to spend some time with her boyfriend.

"Thanks." she replied softly, setting down the towel adn putting her gloves back on, before she turned, looking to Bobby. "Where ya wanna talk?" She wandered out of the kitchen with Bobby following.

"Here's okay." They had gotten to the stairway, he sat down on the bottom step. "Why have you been avoiding me Rogue?" He looked up into her eyes. He had such a hurt puppy look on his face.

Her eyes closed for a moment, before she took in a deep breath. Opening them again, she stared at him a moment. "Bobby, ya kissed meh this mornin'. You..." She trailed off, her eyes lowering to stare at her shoes.

There was absolute silence around them, it seemed like everyone under the sun was somewhere else than coming down the stairs to be a much needed distraction from this talk. She fidgeted with her gloves, while he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well you're my girlfriend, of course I wanted to kiss you."

"Bobby, it's not that simple." Shaking her head. Her voice soft, she was on the verge of crying again as she recalled his memories and his thoughts. She shook her head. "Ah think Ah should get back."

As she turned to go, an arm shot out, grabbing her and turning her back around. "Come on Rogue, what is it?" He looked into her eyes, his tone faintly demanding. "What is going on with you? You were fine this morning." If you can call someone who's not even half awake fine.

Looking into his eyes for a moment, her emerald like eyes burning with such an inner anger. "You wanna know what it is Bobby?!" Her voice raising, she was beyond giving a damn. She had just snapped. "It's the fact that ya think Ah'm weak! That y'scared of me! That y'think I'm some beautiful prize t'look at and protect from the outside world, and even protected for herself! Thta's what it is Bobby! Ah can't believe you would think that Logan is tryin' to get down my pants, that you attacked John because of the same thing! That you think Ah'm -yours- and that ain't it at all. Specially now. Bobby Ah'm through with you."

It's not like it mattered, no one was around to see this display. No one except for one pair of red on black eyes who watched from the doorway of the recreational room. He watched silently as he could feel his anger welling up, as well as feeling Marie's anger. It took all his willpower not to go out and punch Bobby.

"Now listen Rogue, I can explain. You don't want to break up with me." He stood up, taking her gloved hands. "I love you, of course I want to protect you. You've been hurt so many times lately, you need someone to watch out for you. I've seen how the guys look at you. You don't see it."

The words she had been longing to hear didn't make any bit of difference to her now. "Just leave meh alone Bobby. Ah don't want t'deal with ya ever again. Don't speak to me, don't look at meh, don't even think about me." She turned to leave, once again Bobby grabbing her arm.

"Rogue, we belong together." His grip tightened faintly.

"Bobby, y'hurtin' meh! Lemme go!" She pulled her arm away from him, and ran away, heading into her room to.. Collect her thoughts, as well as just plain get away from Bobby.

"This isn't over. Not yet."

The person who was standing in the rec room, slipped in before either could notice that they had been seen. 'Dat boy and I are gonna have some words.'

. . .

It had been two hours since the incident with Bobby, and now Marie sat in the recreational room with John, Remy, and Logan. They were watching the taped show PWX puts on once a week. While the three males were getting into the action; Marie just couldn't concentrate. So many things were happening, changing all at once, and she didn't know which way was up.

"Holy shit did you see that Rogue? Man that Vainz can kick some ass!" John was a fan of the Quicksilver champion, always had been. Glancing over at Rogue, he noticed her staring off into space. With a frown, his eyes drifted back to the screen, sighing softly. He knew something was up, he just didn't feel like it was his place to pry.

Remy had been studying Marie when she didn't realize she was being watched. He knew she was hurting badly, after all she just did have a big fall out with the asshole known as Bobby. While he wanted to go to her and comfort her, he didn't want to betray her trust by letting her know he had seen what happened. When a man such as Remy LeBeau was torn, it was the most difficult thing in the world. His devil may care attitude had changed dramatically when he had met the emerald eyed angel, the devil began to care.

"Man, I'll tell you what. Give me about ten minutes with Kalysto and I could make her scream." Logan grinned, staring at the screen at the blonde haired blue eyed female. He waggled his eyebrows a moment before sitting further back in his seat. Overnight Logan had gone from knowing nothing about wrestling to becoming a fan. He looked up information on wrestlers on the internet, he watched some of the tapes that Remy had, and had even looked into buying tickets to go see a live show. Let's change the word fan to fanatic. Thankfully for everyone around, he was oblivious to what was going on with Marie, for the moment at least.

"Ewww, uh... Logan? Come on. You're lahke mah father, Ah don't need tah hear ya say that." Marie had snapped out of her thoughts just in time to hear that.

"Kid, you're eighteen years old, if you haven't heard something like that before; there's something wrong." Logan grinned at Marie, before looking back at the screen.

Marie rolled her eyes, and she began to feel her spirits lift up as the guys continued to joke around about the wrestlers, and they started laying bets who was actually a mutant in the federation. Everyone's money was on Poisoned, only for the simple reason she was so tiny, and could just take so much damage. John's theory was she was actually the love child of Tito Santana and Logan. He quickly had to leave the room after that, before Logan gouged his eyes out, though of course he returned after the commercial break.

By the time the second hour started, they were joined by Scott and Kurt. They of course had heard the loud yells of annoyance when Rune Nova, another wrestler, had interupted Wyld Chyld's ring time. With annoyance, they booed so loud they had drawn much attention. While Scott had come in to reprimand them, he ended up becoming enthralled. Kurt was just an innocent bystander, sucked into the shows of athletics and acrobatics during one of the high flying matches.

In the end, after the show was over, Marie had her spirits raised and was able to go to sleep with a soft smile on her lips. Perhaps it had something to do with the warm hugs she received from Logan, and a soft kiss to the hand from the charming Cajun. She had promised John she'd be at the early self defense class, and she then made her way upstairs. John excused himself a few moments later, leaving the adult males of the mansion to sit around and talk.

Remy spoke not about what he had seen, he had decided to take care of the ice-prick on his own. Instead they began to talk about the other things that they had been planning. Logan had decided that a weekly poker game should be in order for the older members of the mansion, as it was a way to unwind without getting into (much) trouble. With that decision made, as well as a few others pertaining to a few students, the adults turned in for the night.

Authors Notes:

To everyone who reviewed: Thank you so much! I haven't been so overwhelmed with great responses in a long while! I am truly touched. Now onto a few things.

I know this chapter is mainly dialog, but it helped get the interaction that I wanted to well, portray. Hey I even added Magneto in for once without it just being a small blurb! I also want to apologize if the ending seemed faintly rushed. I'm sleep deprived, I've been shopping, I wanted to get this chapter out without people having to wait another day for it. So if it seems rushed or just plain Blah-ish, I am -so- sorry. Please don't behead me.

Now onto the reviews!

Black Dragon: Remy is 21 and Rogue is 18. Here's a quick list of all characters that might be in question for age. Bobby is also 18, John's 17 turning 18 in two months, Jubilee is 16, and Kitty is 16. Yea, I'm not a fan of Bobby either, in the movies he just reminded me of a pansy, and definately not the one for Marie.

QueenReine: Hopeful romantics are always great! I answered your question in the chapter itself, this chapter. I had actually worked on that scenario of "what if" and decided Xavier wouldn't risk not knowing what could happen to Kitty or with Marie. While I have no problem with some Logan/Marie fics, I've just decided that Remy is the one for Marie pure and simple. I like him as the dad anyways, makes it more fun to torment poor Remy muwhaha.

Brenna: Thank you for the review, and the reference to Hugh Jackman was far too tempting to pass up. A lot of people are happy for the male bonding that's going on, I'm happy to see that. I just figured it was time for a change, after all; after Alkali lake nothing was going to be the same.

Lady LP: Thank you for the alert! I despise Bobby as well.

MJK: I update as often as I get a chapter done, I enjoy writing this to the point that it's pretty much what I do whileI'm on the computer these days, much to the chargin of those that I usually end up talking to. They get to hear a lot about this story lol. I'm glad you caught the Wuthering Heights reference! I was hoping someone would, I even looked it up to make sure that was the book I was thinking about. I'm glad you liked the interlude, I was afraid people wouldn't like the fluff, but I figured the kiss was due, absolutely so totally due. Logan's not a bump on the road to Romyness, I consider him more of the annoying backseat passenger.And the day to day stuff is what I write best, I personally think I stink at combat scenes, so.. I like to give people an inside view of what folks think and do while they're not kicking butt. I'm glad you like the mundane stuff.

Hesquidor: Your question has been answered within this story, I hope that helped figure it out. Glad you enjoy.

EmeraldKatsEye: Yes the kiss! While I was writing this, I had to sit back and go, "I'm a cheesy person!" But hey, tingly is good. Bobby has been dropped, but we won't have.. full Romy just yet. Give it some time to age and strengthen, like a fine wine, it gets better with time.

Ishy: Two reviews, and all your hints were taken! Scott's not slow on the uptake, he just tries to see the good in everyone (besides Logan that is hehe) But yea, wolvie has bad timing. He's a guy, it happens. Hehe, glad I could make your day.

Tara: That's the one thing I've loved about writing this story, I've been able to develope the guys beyond the "Hero in leather" persona that it seems the movie has given them.

Thank you ALL for your reviews! It only makes me want to keep writing more and more for you all.

Thank you for those that have read and told me personally what you think. Janet, I'm glad you've enjoyed this, at least this gives you a break from Jane Eyre. Heddie, thank you for the encouraging words. Jase, definately a big thank you to you for all you've helped me with. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have figured out where to place Mag's new hideout. Jacob (who won't be reading this for a while) thanks for the support, and the advice for the combat scenes. To Phil for putting up with my fanism when it comes to the X-Men, and to Stephen who keeps up reading my stuff. And yes, I'm petering out here in brain thought.

Next chapter will be up at some point, never fear I will post soon. I just need a day to recharge my batteries. Keep reading folks.