Disclaimer: I whined, I begged, I pouted, and I still don't own 'em.. Those big meanies!

"There is one thing that I will not abide by in my school and that is violence. Bobby Drake was in a fight last night with someone, though he won't say who. His nose was broken. I would like to know if anyone has any idea what happened last night." Charles Xavier was not a happy man, as he looked out over those whom he called, he ws displeased that there was a fight inside the school. Granted it does happen from time to time, but it isn't right.

Logan shrugged his shoulders, chewing on his cigar. "Personally Chuck, kid's been running his mouth. He's been a cocky little prick since I got back. Maybe someone finally got tired of it." He leaned back in the chair, sure he knew who busted Bobby's nose, hell he would have done the same damn thing.

"I know nozink Professor, I vas uh... Busy last night." And if the blue furry elf could blush, indeed he would be. He glanced sideways towards Ororo for a moment, before looking back at the Professor. "I do agree zhat Bobby has been acting odd lately."

Scott, who hadn't heard what happened between Remy and Bobby arched an eyebrow. His eyes more than likely wide with shock, before he composed himself. "Professor Xavier, Bobby was pulled from the team when he proved himself unable to control himself in combat. He cannot show restraint. Whatever happened, I'm sure won't happen again. And we'll make sure of it."

Ororo listened to each person, and noticed Remy's silence. She glanced to him for a moment, before she folded her hands in her lap and sighed softly. "I agree with the other teachers. Bobby has been acting immature, and truly not a good role model for the younger students. Then again the same could be said for someone who hides beer in the fridge." It was meant to break the tension.

As Logan was about to retort, Remy shook his head and spoke up. "I punched th'little shit and do it again, if I had t'do it all over." He looked intently on Charles Xavier, watching him for a moment, and showing he was being truthful.

"You attacked one of my students Mister LeBeau? Surely you best come up with a very good explanation." Charles was faintly livid that a guest that he had brought into the mansion, would show such disrespect.

"Trut' be told M'sieur, de kid ran t'rough a lot a lines, dat no one would stand for if dey knew. It ain't de fact dat he been walkin' around like he be de cock of de walk, or de fact dat he attacked John. De simple trut' be somet'in I ain't comfortable talkin' bout in front o'ever'one else."

"Logan, Ororo, Kurt, Scott, please give me and Mister LeBeau a few moments alone." He dismissed them while he tried to keep his control.

Ororo looked over to her friend a moment, her hand coming out and patting him on the arm gently before she got up and walked to the door. Kurt was slightly surprised that Remy had attacked someone. He seemed so laid back, just proves that you can't always judge a book by it's cover. Logan stood up, glancing down to Remy a moment, and giving a small nod of understanding, before he too left. Scott was the last to leave, watching Remy for a moment. Something had to have happened for him to hit Bobby. He'd have to find out.

- - -

After everyone had left Charles' office it was quiet for a long moment. Remy looked towards Charles, thinking of how he was going to explain what had happened. He didn't want to betray Marie, he had already spied on her, unintentionally, though he wasn't sorry he did. Otherwise he wouldn't have known what had upset her. He wasn't sorry he had punched Bobby, he was perhaps sorry that's -all- he did. "Mister Lebeau? Would you care to explain your actions?"

Remy sighed, shaking his head a moment. "De trut' be simple. De kid put his hands on Marie, and tried t'force her t'stick around. He was accusin' Logan o'tryin' t'get down 'er pants, John fo' dat matter as well. Now m'self, he be jealous, and t'inkin' dat I wuold try and take Marie away from him. He admitted dat much. He disrespected Marie, Logan, and John in dat statement. Can't say he disrespected me, as I admit I do have a likin' t'Marie. Now dat not why I touched de boy. I touched him because he ain't go no manners or no care f'anyone but hisself. He put his -hands- on Marie and hurt her when she wouldn't stick around after she broke up wit' de boy. De kid provoked me, mebbe I shouldn't have hit him, but I ain't sorry for it."

Charles listened intently to what Remy had to say. His eyebrows furrowing, with hands steepeled in front of him, he watched the Cajun for a moment. The man seemed to have a fair respect for people, and manners. Surely what he says is true, but. . . "How do you know what happened between Bobby and Marie?"

Remy sighed, he knew he would have to tell, he didn't want to seem like he had made it all up. "Well.. Trut' b'told sir. I was comin' out of de tv room, t'get a soda when I heard voices, rat'er loud voices comin' from de stairway. I go t'see what's goin' on. And dat's when I heard de argument. When I noticed de way Bobby was actin'... I stuck around in case he hurt Marie." Remy's jaw clenched lightly, the more he heard it out loud, it sounded like he was the one that was off kilter. He never acted like this around any other femme. Then again Marie was no regular femme. "She be goin' t'rough so much as it is, she don't need dat too."

"Is Marie all right?" Charles asked, he had never thought of Bobby to be the type to become violent, but as everyone had said, and as he had noticed, Bobby had been acting strange as of late. He thought it was just part of the normal teenage relationship, well as normal as it can be when it involved two mutants.

"She be fine, she don't know what happened last night between me and de boy, like t'keep it dat way, f'now at least. She be upset for a while, but we all got her smilin' again." Remy gave a small nod.

"I see. Well Mister LeBeau, as I said violence will not be tolerated in this school." He saw Remy's shoulders slump lightly. "But, I also believe that while the mood was heated, and it was not fully warrented, I cannot fault you alone. You have two weeks of morning training sessions with Logan, one on one. In the ways of learning how to control your. . . anger." He gave a faint smile to Remy, arching an eyebrow. "And off the record, if I was your age, and cared deeply for a girl such as Marie. I do believe that perhaps the choice that you chose, would be mine as well. You can go now Remy."

Remy gave a small nod. "D'accord. T'ank y'Professor." He stood up, and left the office.

He knew that Remy LeBeau was a kind man, his past was very shadey to say the least, but he knew he was kind. He had taken up with the students and the teachers so very well, and seemed to fit in. He would make a fine role model for the students, it was evident. He also seemed to have a strong will and good ideals. Manners that his parents more than likely raised him with, and the simple fact is he knew Marie needed her friends right now. He only hoped that something good will come out of all this insanity that's been running around lately.

- - -

After a great, yet painful self defense session in the Danger Room, Marie walked down the hallway quietly. Muscles in her body she didn't even know existed, hurt like no tomorrow. She had an hour and a half to get ready for classes, though she didn't want to attend. She was tempted to ask the professor if she could just take a semester off, it's not like she was hurting for grades after all. She just had a lot of things to cope and adjust to. Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't realize someone was walking alongside of her.

"Hey kid." The gruff voice spoke softly, though still scaring Marie out of her wits and making her jump faintly.

"...Yanno Logan, ya gonna give meh a heart attacke one of these days." She hit him in the arm lightly, but kept walking alongside him.

"I know, and you're also going to break your hand if you keep hitting me." His arm moved around her shoulders as they walked. "So how you doing?" Concern in his voice as he glanced sideways at her.

"Fahne. Though I think my ass is nevah gonna be the same again. Jubes beat it royally." Grinning, she leaned against him as they wandered down the hall.

"Marie.. What have I told you about that language darlin'?"

"Nevah say that foul shit around ya?" She smiled innocently.

"I'll let it slide this time." He squeezed her shoulders. "What happened last night? You seemed kinda off for a while." He knew what happened, but he wanted her to confide into him.

"Oh.. Ah uh.. " She shook her head with a sigh, glancing up at him. "Broke up with Bobby. Ah, pretty much realized and found out what he really thought about meh, 'bout ya'll.. Don't want that type of thing in my life, not right now, not evah."

He gave a small nod, stopping as they got to a cross section in the hall. He turned to her, and put his hands on her shoulders. "Darlin', I want you to know something."

Marie furrowed her eyebrows, looking into his eyes. "Wha's that Logan?"

He gave a small smile. "You mean more to me than anything. You're like the daughter I would dream for, you know if I was a sappy kind of guy." Clearing his throat. "But, you mean a lot to me, and I love you kid. Even when you're acting as hyper as Jubilee going to a shopping sale, or when you are having a bad day. I wish I could have had a kid like you." He gave a sincere smile.

Tears welled up in her emerald green eyes. "But.. ya do Logan. Bein' a father ain't nothin'.. It's bein' a dad that mattah's, and.. Ya been a dad tah me. Even when ya go all sorts of pyscho with those claws of yoahs. And walk in on meh when I'm takin' a showah or somethin'.. Ya always looked out foh meh. I love ya too Logan." She smiled, and instantly they were wrapped up in a tight hug.

- - -

During morning classes, things seemed to be going relatively smooth. There were no arguments between any of the students and no mishaps, other than for Kurt almost blowing up the science lab. At times he swore that Hank should be the science teacher, but he was far too busy right now with the formula he was creating, as well as monitoring Rogue's health. No one had seen or heard from Bobby, though rumor had it he had a terrible cold and was laid up in his room.

Bobby however was down in the medical lab, looking for Hank, so he could get some more pain relievers for his broken nose. He cursed the wily Cajun under his breath as he glanced around the medical lab, finding it empty. Bobby rolled his eyes, glancing around the desk for something to help with the dull throb on the bridge of his nose. Noticing a manilla folder, he paused for a moment. Definately taking interest after he see's the name on the folder of none other than Rogue. Glancing around for a brief second, he picked up the folder and began to read through it to find out how she was doing. She might have broken up with him, but he knew they'd be back together. He loved her after all, and was the only one who did. . . Right?

- - -

Inorganic object found in right ventricle, surgery is not possible. Scenarios involving Logan and Kitty unstable, cannot proceed without damaging results. Does not seem to be bothering Rogue, though still not sure what this object does. Must find Magneto to gain answers.

Slight influx of brain pattern whilst sleeping, appears to be nothing to do with the chip, perhaps just dreams. Slightly higher levels of Serotonin noted during last scan. This is a good thing, in all events it seems as for now the chip has no effects whatsoever.

- - -

Bobby put down the file for a moment. Staring at it as if it had bitten him. Something had happened to Rogue and no one told him?! How could they keep it from him?! How could -she- keep it from him. He was her boyfriend, he had the right to know what was going on. It was more than likely all Wolverine and Gambit's decision, they just wanted her for himself. He had to get answers, he had to find out what was going on. He needed to find Magneto and demand that he makes Rogue better, maybe then that would show her that he loves her, and that hes's the one that can take care of her. He left the medical lab quickly, forgetting about getting something for the pain.

- - -

Afternoon classes were cut short, as three teachers had to go to a meeting with the local school board to show the test results that were given everywhere to make sure the private school was indeed gaining results. Students were no doubt happy about this, and while Scott, Kurt, and Charles were away, the rest of the adults were left in charge. John, while he was not a student, had been asked to take care of the youngest school students and oversee their baking project, that no doubt would end up with more batter being eaten than baked.

Jubilee, Kitty, and Rogue were outside and enjoying the warm weather that seemed to be gracing their part of the country. Each one spread out on a large beach blanket, allowing the suns rays to keep them warm and give their skin a little bit of colour. The two girls made sure to give Rogue room, but by no means were alienating her from them. They talked about several things, especially after how Rogue groused during their discussion of her breaking up with Bobby. While Kitty and Jubilee were not surprised by it, they were rather surprised Rogue didn't want to give details. After a while they got into an argument about who could kick who's ass, it was a tie between Brad Pitt and Nicole Kidman having a total sissy fight, and Nicole Kidman would whoop his butt. This sent a loud peal of giggles out into the large back yard.

As Ororo heard the giggles, she looked up from the tigerlilly that she was placing into the ground, and smiled in the direction of the three girls. Shaking her head a moment, she finished covering the roots and part of the stem with dirt and patted the ground, chuckling softly, being reminded of her own teenage years. She could only imagine what they were talking about.

"Somet'in' catchin' yer funny bone Stormy?" The voice of her co-worker for the day interupted her thoughts. Remy too had glanced over several times at the girls that were sunning themselves. He decided that offering Stormy a hand in gardening today, was a very good move on his part.

"Hmm? Oh. Just wondering what the girls were talking about. I remember being that age." She smiled, looking over to Remy.

"Wadn't dat long ago you were dat age Stormy. Course, de way ya act sometimes I t'ink y'never were a teenager. Den again.. I got t'see dat first hand.. well.. right after y'were a teen." Remy sat down on the ground beside his friend, smiling in her direction.

"That seems like ages ago. Has it really been six years?" Her eyes drifted to look at the tiger lily.

"Yea, it has been. Lots of t'ings have changed since den dough. Y'don' seem t'be de only one dat grew up finally." He shrugged his shoulders, laying back now, looking up at the sky.

"So I've seen. Though Remy, I have to ask. Why did you come to New York in the first place? You hate the North."

Remy thought about it for a moment. His hands moving to rest under his head as he closed his eyes. He had come up North just for a small vacation, peek in on Stormy to see how she was doing, and then everything just changed. It almost seemed like it felt like home here now a days. He had friends, he had the chance to do something with his life, and he was as far away from New Orleans and the bad memories. He had a home, for the first time in three years, he had a real home. "T'see ya." He opened his eyes, smiling to her. "I found de card y'gave me, and decided t'stop by t'see how you were doin'. Dat and de fact dat I got tired of walking into de closets of hotels half way asleep t'inkin' dat it's de bathroom."

Ororo laughed softly, leaning back, resting her hands on the lush green grass and closing her eyes, basking for a little while. "I can actually see you doing that my friend. Though the question is now. . . Why are you staying?" Her eyes open, glancing down to him.

"Because for de first time in years, it feel like I found home." He replied without shyness nor hesitation.

"I'm glad." She patted his hand gently. "So it has nothing to do with the fact that there's an eighteen year old southern belle here that seems to have, caught your attention?" She grinned lightly.

"Dat be de bonus Stormy, dat be de definate bonus." He gave that debonair smile of his and closed his eyes. "Dough.. I don' t'ink dat I be de only one dat got m'eye on someone... I noticed how de elf fidgeted dis morning when he said he was busy last night." He grinned slyly. Then a clap of thunder was heard. "Okay.. I be shuttin' it now."

- - -

Logan was working on the bike, he had told Scott he'd finish up the soddering while he was at the meeting, and was taking a small break. He was looking to the bike for a moment, chewing on his cigar. He was in deep thought about all this bike represented to him. To the changes that had happened within this place. He couldn't believe it all, it was like a mile marker, but of course he wasn't some type of cream puff that believed in symbology. Of course not..

He cleared his throat, standing up. He was going to suggest a game of cards to the guys tonight, after wrestling of course, it seemed slowly but surely the males of the school were bonding. It was almost freaky, he remembered when it seemed like it was a pissing contest between everyone. Well, not everyone just mainly him and Scott, well.. Just him and Scott. He turned to look at the plans again, though the sound of footsteps tore his concentration away as he looked across the garage and saw Bobby moving towards a jeep. He had two black eyes and a bandage over his nose, and a backpack slung over his shoulder. A set of keys jangled in his hand as he tossed the bag into the back of the jeep.

"And just where do you think you're going bub?" Logan watched him with a gruff demeanor, his arms folding in front of him.

Bobby's steps paused, looking towards Logan. He stiffened. "Going out for a while. Have some things I need to do."

'Calm, remember calm. Can't skewer the little bastard.' "What's in the bag?" He stayed where he was, though his muscles tensed, gearing up and readying for a lunge.

"Books, I was going to go to the local coffee shop and read some, get out of the mansion." He didn't look Logan directly in the eyes.

'He's lying. Keep your calm dammit.' "I see, when you gonna be back? It's a school night." Chewing more vehemently on his cigar.

"Dunno, more than likely when it closes.. Not like it matters to you, you're not even a teacher here." He was getting an attitude now, it rang clearly through his words.

"No, but I am an adult here, and in turn I have a responsibility."

"You don't have a responsibility to anyone but yourself. You come and go as you please. Every time you left, it was me who helped Rogue get through her problems. It was you who always turn her world upside down and make her confused! If it wasn't for you she wouldn't have broken up with me! But then again, that won't be for long. She'll realize that you're just a pathetic old man that can't die." His words laced with venom.

Within seconds Logan was up in Bobby's face, his hands rolled into fists at his side. "The only thing that she's realized is how much of a no good whiney little asshole you are. When I found out she dumped your ass, I was proud of her for finally realizing what I knew from the start. You don't deserve her." He gave a very irritating smirk.

"And you just want to get into her pants now that your precious Jean's dead." Bobby wasn't backing down.

"You're lucky I don't believe in hitting little boys."

"I'm surprised."

Logan growled, his short fuse about to be non-existant as he stared into Bobby's eyes. "Listen here fuckface, I don't like you, I don't respect you, and I don't even think you're worthy to breath the same air as the rest of the people here. You're the whiney immature little puke that seems to think everyone is out to get you and your girl, but guess what. She ain't your girl anymore bub, and she never will be again."

Bobby takes a step closer to him, almost chest to chest with the stout man. "And who's going to stop her from coming back to me?"

"No one, she'll never make the same fucking mistake twice, she's a smart girl, she broke up with you after all didn't she?" His hot breath blowing on Bobby's face.

"But she still thinks you're not going to hurt you, shows how much of an idiot she really is."

Bobby had just stepped over the line, the line that no one should ever cross with a man that had lethal weapons at his disposal. "You're a real fuckwad you know that boy?" With a resounding SNIKT the claws were popped and soon grazing the flesh of Bobby's neck. "And you're -real- stupid to piss me off. I have a touch of advice for you. When you get back, have that fucking attitude of yours changed, it's not becoming of you, and grow a fucking brain. Oh, and get over Marie, it's not healthy with the way you're obsessing." The claws pushed faintly against Bobby's neck, causing a cut.

Bobby, at this point in time had lost the big bad ass attitude, and nearly loses control of his bladder as his eyes are wide. He gets out of Logan's grip (Logan released him) and got into the jeep. "You'll see." Is all he said as he started up the vehicle and sped out. Logan stared off after the jeep, shaking his head.

"I honestly hope I don't." He retracted his claws and took in a deep breath before heading into the mansion to the kitchen to find his stash of beer.

- - -

"My dear, be ready in three days. We will be heading to New York to pay Charles and his students a visit." A voice echoed through the underground facility. The blue skinned woman smiled as she heard those words from Eric.

"I will alert Sabertooth. Is there anything else Eric?"

"Make sure the control is working properly."

"Yes Eric."

Author's Notes: Okay sorry for that small blurb at the end, but it's for foreshadowing. Not too pleased with this chapter, I've been writing and re-writing all night. I think it might be my cold, or something, not too sure. But eh. Anywho, it seems as if my interlude was rather popular again, and you don't know how thrilled I am about that. I think I might do interludes for the things that deserve the spotlight instead of having it all bunched in together. It gives it more of a personalized feel in my opinion.

On to the reviews!

BrennaM: I didn't want it to be anything overly servere due to the fact that I just can't be mean to Remy. So I figured out another cruel, unusual but just punishment instead and utilized what I picture as Wovlie's sick and twisted humour rearing it's ugly head. Man I wish I had thought of the vagisil! I'm glad you liked both chapters!

ishandahalf: Well it seems like both of your hopes were answered in chapter 10 and in this chapter! I'm glad that I brought a grin to the Ishy. Chapter 10 was so much fun to write, and I knew everyone was anticipating it. I had a formula to this insanity known as "Kicking Bobby to the Curb" First John and he fight in the danger room, then Remy and he have a "Talk" and then finish it off with Logan sending him on his way in a sense.

EmeraldKatsEye: Very good prediction, gold star for you!

Hesquidor : And then some! I just pity poor Remy, his knuckles have to be sore after delivering the punch.

QueenReine:Glad you liked my explanation, I was hoping that it would seem plausible, which I think it did. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I technically believe that a day/night doesn't end until I've fallen asleep so uh.. It was still night for you.. Er.. Yea I just confused myself lol. Special prize? Ooooh interest is piqued hehe.

Thank you guys for your awesome reviews, it just makes me want to keep writing this! I've been enjoying it a lot, this is the first time that the muses haven't stopped biting or the idea just totally loses it's appeal on me. I've already began thinking about a sequel to this once it's finished. I know it's slightly early, but I'm always one that plans for the future.

A definately big thank you to Janet who was the one who helped me figure out how Bobby would find out about the chip in Marie. I was drudging through ideas, and if it wasn't for you, I would have never thought of it. The rest of ya'all that read and tell me personally, thanks.

I'm touched that everyone is enjoying this, I truly am. As always, thank you from the bottom of this writer's heart.