I would love to own X-Men, Marvel, and Fox Movie Studios but sadly, I do not.

"Merde!" Remy dodged the incoming deadly fist with a backflip. Landing in a crouch, he reached into where the pocket of his trench should be, but realized he wasn't wearing his trenchcoat. "Dieu!" He shook his head, falling into the ground and rolling out of the way of that same damned fist, he kipped up and stared at his attacker a moment, taking in a breath. He winked and went running down an alleyway, intot he darkness that helped him at most times. His eyes scanned quickly, hopping up on a three quarter ladder, making his way up a fire escape towards one of the roof's of New York City. "Gettin' too old f'dis." He grunted as he got to the top of the roof, looking around.

'Now den, if I can make it over de alley and onto de next building. . .' His thoughts got interupted though as he was thrown across the building and nearly falling over the edge, he rolled to the side, stopping his untimely demise, and looked up at his attacker. "Now dat not be fair homme, gotta give a man a chance t'get used t'de surroundin's." He crouched down, taking in a deep breath and wiping away the sweat from his forehead.

"Tough luck bub. Since when did I ever say I played fair. That's One Eye and his Scouts honor." Logan grinned, sheathing his claws again, taking in a deep breath and giving a small nod. "I think you had enough anger management training for one day. END PROGRAM!" He growled out, the room slowly disolving back into the Danger Room where Remy and Logan were standing face to face.

"True, true, y'never do play fair. Damn.. T'ink I got a bruise on m'ass." Remy stretched some and covered a small yawn. "T'anks f'de class mon ami." He began heading towards the door.

"Not so fast Gumbo, I wanna have a talk with you."

Whenever he heard Logan state those words, or something in close proximination, the twenty one year old New Orleans native got to see his life flash before his very eyes.

- - -

"And in nineteen seventeen, the Bolshevik revolution was begun. The death of Czar Nicolai Romanov and his - " Ororo sighed gently, interupting herself. "Rogue?" She sighed. "Will someone please wake up Rogue. Is she feeling all right? I've never seen her fall asleep in class."

Jubilee grinned brightly. "Oh she's fine Miss Munroe, she just had a real late night last night." She snickered softly, elbowing the snoozing Marie.

"Wha, uh?" She sat up, blushing as she saw ten pairs of eyes on her, she quickly lowered them once more. "Sorray."

Ororo gave a faint shake of her head, and continued on with her plan. "Nicolai Romanov and his family were killed, executed in the basement of the palace."

- - -

"Ah now zhen, vhere vas I? Ah! Yes. Zhe photosynthesis of zhe plant is wonderful in truth. Can anyone tell me why?" The blue mutant asked, his eyes scanning over the entire class. He noticed only three hands shooting up. "Fraulien Pryde."

"Like, photosynthesis is the process in which oxygen is a byproduct, creating more fresh air to breath in. It's when carbohydrates are like made from water and carbon dioxide, using the sun or another form of light as an energy source." Kitty smiled, glancing sideways at John, she was glad he had helped her with her biology homework during breakfast.

"Good, very good." Kurt gave a small nod, appraising his student who rarely paid attention in his class. "Now zhen, ve vill begin studying zhe ozer effects plants have on zhe enviroment, starting vith the venus fly trap."

Kitty leaned in and whispered softly to John. "Thanks for the help this morning John. I owe you one."

John turned around, smiling at Kitty. "My pleasure Kit Cat." He winked and went back to paying attention to the teacher.

- - -

"Ah yes, President McKenna, how very nice of you to call." Charles Xavier was on the phone with the man that had just five months past was about to start a war on mutants. Now it seemed as if the man was making great strides to make sure that never happened again. "What is it I can do for you Mister President?"

The man on the other line, sat in his office. Sitting back and looking at a folder that was stenciled in red "Top Secret." He wasn't exactly sure what had made him wish to make the phone call, but there was something on his mind. "I was wondering how the students were doing with the deat of their teacher Jean Grey."

Xavier gave a brief smile, before speaking, his tone faintly remorseful. "That day will always be remembered by everyone who was involved, directly and indirectly. They are learning how to grieve and cope. Thankfully it has been a better transition now that one of my students has returned."

"Ah that's good to hear Professor Xavier. I ah, well. I was hoping that I would be able to come by and make a tour of the school sometime. Of course off the record, just to see what it is like for students who uh.. Hold an interesting... Gift." He had to choose his words wisely, there was something that was troubling him greatly. He just didn't wish to speak about it over the phone to Charles Xavier.

"Of course President McKenna, we'll make arrangements for you. But please, give us two weeks to make sure your welcome here will be most suitable."

After a few more pleasantries were delivered, they both hung up the phone. Charles sighed softly, he had two weeks to find Magneto and set things right.

President McKenna looked over the file once more, shaking his head. He would never understand the budget of the pentagon, and why on earth they would charge fifteen hundred dollars for a toilet seat. No wonder why the budget was always in a top secret folder.

- - -

Bobby awoke, somehow he had fallen asleep on the bench, and now it was bright outside. He looked down at his watch, it was nine in the morning. He yawned and stretched, wondering what he was going to do now. Magneto didn't show up, and according to all the Hardy Boys he had read a long time ago, the criminal always returned to the scene of the crime. He frowned and stood up.

"I'm not going back there, not until I can figure out how to help Rogue." He vowed to himself. His eyebrows crinkled together and he sat back down with a sigh, his stomach growling softly. "Should find something to eat." He looked around the park for a moment in thought. He saw homeless people wandering around, his nose wrinkled in disgust. Bobby Drake wasn't a boy of the streets, he knew nothing about city life, he grew up in the burbs. Homeless people are the extras you saw on television shows. He was begining to realize he was out of his element.

"I gotta find out a way to help out Rogue." This would be his new mantra until he could figure out something for her. He had to prove to her that he was the only one that could help her. He just didn't know how.

- - -

The scent of honeysuckle lingered in the air, following his nose towards that scent, Logan walked along one of the small paths towards the gazebo in the back lawn. He knew that Marie would be out here, having been told to get some more sleep by the professor after she had fallen asleep in the zoology class Kurt taught. It didn't surprise him after all, he knew how late Marie had been up. He knew quite a few things that unfortunately made his protective side rear it's ugly head.

Humming along the music on her I-Pod, she was looking out over the lawn, leaned up against the wall of the Gazebo. She was wide awake now that she had a two hour nap in her classes. It was the only thing that she could do to keep from worrying about what could happen with the chip inside of her. But Beast had said that the chip hadn't been doing anything to her, so perhaps Magneto had failed, but somehow she knew he hadn't.

Logan reached out, and gently tapped her on his shoulder. She jumped, turning around and snatching the headphones out of her ears, arching an eyebrow. "Ya scared meh!" She gave a faint smile, arching an eyebrow, turning off her I-pod. "Somethin' the mattah Logan?"

He sighed softly, moving to sit beside her on the bench, one arm draping against her back, resting on the back of the bench as he looked out over the lawn. For the longest moments he was quiet. He didn't know how to broach certain subjects when it came to Marie, hell most students in fact. His bushy eyebrows furrowed faintly, licking his lips. "It's calm out here."

Marie gave a small nod, she knew he wouldn't seek her out just to talk about the calm-ness of the lawn. She chewed on her lip gently, before she tugged at her gloves. Such a nervous habit she had. "Somethin' on yoah mahnd?"

Logan cleared his throat, sittng forward some, pulling his arm away from her and setting both elbows on his knees. Looking out over the lawn for another moment, before looking towards her. "Just wanted to see how you were doin' darlin'."

"Ya suck as a liah yanno." She gave a faint smirk, before giving a small shrug. "Ah'm doin' all right Ah guess."

She knew him too well to know that he had been lying, he wasn't surprised though really. He gave a faint chargined grin and then sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about something I guess."

"Then spit it out, it's not lahk Ah'm gettin' any youngah."

"Don't sass me." He nudged her gently and gave a faint grin, then slowly letting it melt away into seriousness. "I wanted to know how serious you are about Gumbo." Well that was more blunt than he wanted it to be.

Marie wrinkled her nose, well she wasn't expecting that. She sighed softly, looking out over the lawn again. She gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, speaking softly to him. "Ah don't know. Ah just broke up with Bobby so. . . Ah lahke him, he's sweet and carin' and all." Sighing, she looked slowly towards him. "Why, did ya kill him durin' yer trainin' taday?"

Logan smirked lightly, shaking his head. "Nah darlin', not that at all. Just, I wasn't around for you to hook up with loser boy, and I'm trying to.. well. Do the right thing and be protective over you when it comes to LeBeau. Not used to this parental stuff."

"No one's askin' ya to be mah dad Logan. Ah'm an adult now."

"No one's askin' me to be your dad, that's right darlin', but it's somethin' I want. You're the kid every parent would love to have." He put his arm around her. "And well, hell I don't have kids. So... I might as well get the best huh?" He grins lightly.

She rolled her eyes laughing. "Oh gawd, if this means y'think yer gonna have tha birds and bees talk with meh, ya can fohget it!"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You mean that? I don't have to?" Relief showing on his face.

"That's what the internet is foh silly." Laughing, she leans against him and her head on his shoulder. Loving the surprised expression on his face.

"I'm never asking to borrow your laptop again." He clears his throat, which causes Marie to bust up giggling.

- - -

"On the internet? You're kidding me! I mean honestly. That's like. . ." Scott got cut off while he was adjusting the guages once more on the bike.

"Yea, you're tellin' me bub. I couldn't believe it myself when I found out." Logan was chewing on the end of his cigar, leaning against the large upright toolbox.

"Twenty five bucks a piece, for ringside seats. Man, always wanted to go to a wrestling show." He shook his head, tossing down the pliers and began to stand up, the bike was coming closer and closer to being done.

Logan laughed, he couldn't help it. Sometimes he wondered if the fearless leader wasn't a little boy trapped in a man's body. "Well you're in luck Scooter, I got an extra ticket. I need some adults around to keep the kiddos in line."

"I thought Remy would be going?" Scott glanced over towards Logan.

"Like I said, I need some adults around to keep the kiddos in line." Logan grinned, holding back a laugh.

- - -

The scent on the wind was one that he could easily recognize. One of the puny X-geeks was sitting in the park. He growled in anticipation of allowing his claws to slip through the flesh of one of the little brats. He moved through the treeline with gentle ease of that of a pure predator. His eyes finally spotted the brown haired kid that he had seen before at the institute due to pictures Magneto had shared with him. He rolled his eyes. He was a pathetic little whelp undeserving of the attentions a prime hunter like he.

He had been sent in early, early to watch the X-Geeks and make sure they didn't do anything stupid like find Magneto's new lair. Ever since flame boy decided to be a turn coat again, no one could be trusted. He didn't have to wait too much longer before Mystique would join him, then the fight would begin and Magneto would get what he wished. He gave a fanged grin to himself at that thought. He still had that Weather Witch to contend with, not only that but she still owed him a scream.

Crouching down lower as he began coming towards his prey, he sniffed the air again making sure this wasn't a set up. He didn't smell Wolverine, he didn't smell anyone else with recognizable scents. How could one be so stupid as to come back to the place where one of their own was attacked? Stupid heros, didn't they know anything. Apparently not. He snorted and continued to watch his prey, he'd make sure that this X-Geek would never forget what can happen at the park at night, all he had to do was wait for the sun to set.

- - -

"What y'got there Chere?" The deep New Orleans accent drawled in an almost purr like tone as he watched Marie digging in the fridge.

"Jus' some fruit. Ah didn't get tah eat lunch tahday." She turned and set down three large kiwis and began looking for a knife.

Remy looked to the fruit a moment, before hopping up onto the counter. "Y'should take better care o'y'self Petite. Gonna make de Wolverine and me worried 'bout ya." His eyes lingered back to the kiwi's a moment. "Dey be hairy."

"Ah know.. Ah gotta find a peelah or a knife. Can't eat hairy kiwis." She found a pearing knife and began to slice away at the kiwis.

Remy blinked, tilting his head faintly and chuckled. "Petite do y'know what does look like?" He couldn't stop the chuckle from seeping into his words.

"Nah, what do they look lahk?" She wasn't looking up to him, just continued to peel the kiwis.

"Y'ever take human anatomy?"

Marie paused a moment, furrowing her eyebrows. What does human anatomy have with kiwis? She glanced over towards Remy with a curious look on her face. "Yea, but Ah don't see wheah ya're headin' with this."

Remy snickered softly, before giving a sly grin, sliding off of the counter. "T'ink 'bout it petite, namely de male body. Look t'dose wit' de fuzz still on 'em." He winked and walked out of the kitchen.

Marie's eyes went wide with realization. "Swamp Rat ya just ruined mah appetite!" She yelled after him, following the long line of laughter.

- - -

John and Kitty were sitting in the rec room after classes had been concluded for the day, going over their notes to make sure that neither one missed anything that Kurt had said. With their books in their laps and curled up on the couch, this is the closest these two have actually been together. Of course both were thinking of this exact thing when their thoughts were interupted.

"Hey Fire-Bug gotta ask ya somethin'." The gruff voice that belonged none other to Logan interupted the discussion they were having.

"Sure what's up Logan?" John raised his head, his cheeks slightly flushed. Perhaps he was just being bashful because Kitty was there.

"Was wondering if you were busy tomorrow night. I am having a sort of field trip for a few folks." He sat down on the edge of the chair across from the couch that was occupied by John and Kitty.

John's eyebrows furrowed. Was it a mission? Was it something else? He had a confused look on his face. "What type of field trip?"

"Tickets to go to a PWX show, if you don't want to go, I can always find another kid. . . " Logan grinned.

John's eyes went absolutely wide. "That would be awesome! Yea I can go tomorrow night!"

Kitty rolled her eyes, "So I can't like go? What's PWX anyways?"

"Kitty it's pro-wrestling, darlin' if you think you'd like it. . . " He got cut off.

"Ew, like no. Guys sweating is such a turn-off. I'd rather sit at home with Jubs and do my nails."

John laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'll bring you back a souveiner Kit."

- - -

After Logan had made his rounds, gathering those that would be interested in going, he made his way down to Chuck's office to get in a small private conversation with him. He had been plauged with worry for days now about Marie's heart, he found it most difficult to sleep. Hank had said that there was nothing wrong with her, and to give her the time and patients she deserved as a young adult now. He just couldn't help it. Marie was all he had now, maybe he was getting soft in his age, but now he didn't give a damn.

""Come in Logan."" The mental summons was always disconcerting, but he knew the pyschic by now, and was getting used to it. Logan opened the door and moved to sit down in front of the desk of Charles Xavier.

"Something on your mind?" Charles looked up at one very distraught man.

"You could say that Chuck. Have you found out anything about Magneto or any of his fucking goons?" The anticipation, and the worry were killing him.

Charles sighed softly, leaning back in his wheel chair, his hands folding ontop of his desk. "Nothing really. I'm afraid though the situation is getting a touch dire now. Marie's in perfect health, I've been having Hank monitor her, but the fact remains that there is something within her that could end up possibly hurting more than just herself. I have also found, that Bobby Drake has decided to leave the school. I don't know why he chose to do so though."

Logan gave a faint shrug of his shoulders. "No idea about the kid, but I knew all this stuff already. There's somethin' else Chuck, what the hell is going on?"

Charles closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them once more. "The President is coming here in two weeks. We must find Magneto and stop whatever plans he is deciding upon doing before then. We cannot start a war with humans Logan, and if something were to happen to the President while he was here, surely there would be one. I will scan with Cerebro again tonight, I only pray that we will not be too late. For Marie's sake and then for our own." Charles was a man of great confliction. One of his children was ill, and to top it off he had to protect the rest of his children from the threat known as Eric Lensherr, and the catastrophic probabilities that would be related to anything that could happen in two weeks time.

Logan grunted for a moment, his hands coming up and tugging at his hair, leaving two "devil horns" behind as he let his hands fall into his lap. "This is just.. great. We're sittin' on our asses, unable to find the fuckjob that hurt Marie, let alone the simple fact we got the President of the United States coming here, and fuck knows he's the one that almost started a god damned war on mutants. If it wasn't for the information Kitty found in Strykers office, we'd all be toast, and now it's all down to that god damned line again. Fucking Americans." He snorted lightly, slouching.

"Logan, it was an un-informed decision, one that he was not comfortable in making. I felt that from him when we went to visit him that day. The simple fact remains is, the time for action is at hand. We just must wait a small moment longer before Magneto slips. I truly wished Eric would see the light, but unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case. For being the most powerful telepath in the world, I am feeling truly powerless." Charles sighed softly.

"Not the only one Chuck. I'm takin' Marie and John out tomorrow night along with Scott and Remy to get them out of the institute for a while. Going to take them to a wrestling show. It's already been bought and paid for, but figured those two deserve a small break."

Charles gave a small smile, and a nod. "That's nice of you Logan. I will make sure to have Hank, Ororo, and Kurt on hand to watch the rest of the children. Also, Logan. I must ask that you keep an eye out for Bobby just in case. I do believe that his erratic behaviour will cause him harm in the end." Enigmatic words for such an enigmatic man.

"Got it Chuck."

- - -

She was running again, through the woods, it was dark and she could feel the cool ground under her feet. Fear was welling up inside of her, she coudn't see where she was going, it was absolutely dark. Stumbling, falling, her hands scrape against the ground. Bare hands, dear god why were her hands bare?!

"Get the mutie scum!!" A scream came out from behind her, as well as a shotgun blast. "Kill her!"

A tree exploded beside her due to the shotgun, she let out a scream and continued to run. All she could think about was getting to the river to escape, freedom. She had to have freedom, find freedom. Her shirt getting caught on another tree branch, wrenching herself free from it with a tear, the fear was overpowering.

"Kill the bitch!" Another yell was heard directly behind her, as well as the sound of dogs quick on her trail.

As she got to the river, she turned around to see that a mob was after her, flashlights flooding the area and soon they were upon her. Angry hordes of people, people she recognized. There was David holding a shotgun, her step-father was carrying a large flashlight and what appeared to be a machete. There were others, so many others.

"Ya don't undahstahnd!!" She cried out, taking another step back and then another. Closer towards the water.

"Of course we understand Marie, you're a mutant bitch who sucks the life force out of people. You're a vampire, a leech, you're sickening!" Her step-father yelled.

"No!"

Then there was a shot that rang out, Marie closed her eyes, knowing that this would be the end. But she didn't feel any pain what so ever. She heard, as if a whisper on an atherial wind. "Chere."

- - -

Remy was crouched down beside the chair that Marie had fallen asleep in, he could -feel- her pain from the other room, when he heard her scream he had dropped the pool cue he was holding and ran as quickly as he could to where she was. His eyes were filled with concern as he watched her, so terrorfied even in her sleep. "Chere, wake up now petite. Got m'worried." His hand coming up and touching her cheek softly, barely. He hadn't been wearing gloves, but he couldn't allow the nightmare she was having to go on.

Her eyes slowly opened, dazed and confused and she jumped out of the chair, falling onto her backside, while Remy too was left so surprised he fell onto his back. She was trembling, tears pouring down her face. Curling up into the fetal position as she was indeed terrorfied, the nightmare not having ebbed away just yet.

Logan had come running as he had heard the scream, what he saw, he couldn't actually well understand what was going on. "What the fuck happened? What'd you do to her?!" His eyes glaring towards the surprised Cajun.

"Di'n't do not'in homme. Petite was 'avin' a nightmare, came int'wake 'er up." He frowned, moving onto his knees to hover over Marie, worried. His hand coming down and stroking her hair gently. "Chere?"

Marie's eyes opened slowly.. She let out a shuddering breath and blinked, looking up to the two men in her life at the moment, whispering softly. "Ah.. Ah just had a nightmare. Ah'm fahne." Remy helped her sit up, she wrapped her arms immediately around herself.

"Wanna talk 'bout it?" Remy asked. Logan moving to be close to her as well. She shook her head, her eyes closing. She was rocking back and forth slowly.

Logan sighed softly, moving to crouch behind her, rubbing her back gently. "It'll be all right darlin'.. It'll be all right."

' Nothin' is evah gonna be all raght again.. Maybe Magneto's raght.. Maybe.. theah ain't nothin' no one can do. But fight against 'em.'

Author's notes: Over 50 reviews?! Holy... shit sorry had to say but damn, didn't even think I would get one, and well.. yea.. Thanks for the strong support everyone! I'm glad everyone liked the definitions in chapter 12, I was just trying to think of an interesting way to put things.

lelann37: I hope you keep enjoying the story.

Ishy: Bobby read in Marie's file that Magneto must be found, that's how he found out about the chip, yes he's stupid lol. The corndog bit was too good to pass up, I seriously have a bad sense of humour sometimes. I couldn't allow them to have a totally sweet moment without interuptions, not yet at least. It's so much better to make them squirm and blush. So Kitty was the obvious choice.

MJK: I was thinking more along the lines of Mystique and Magneto having a tea party, at least in Bobby's mind, cracked me up when I thought about it hehe. I like Remy and Marie going slow.. it's just how I think it should be. Granted the kisses are great to write. Fluff is awesome, Kit and Jubes are great for harassing Marie, and Remy shy, is something no one thinks of. But if this is the first woman he's truly loved, he's going to be imo.

Orion: Glad you love the story, glad you love the fluff. I'm rather touched about how much you go on, honestly I can only imagine the looks you got at work, just don't get in trouble for reading while there. I'm glad you liked my poem

Brenna: Scott fleecing the others was the best part in my own opinion. Looks like Remy could learn a few things from the boyscout

EmeraldKatsEye: Just as long as you don't get in trouble for reading at school, I'm not going to complain. I'm glad your friend Amber is interested in reading my story as well. And it seems not one of us can find our Remy.. Ah well, we will one day -le sigh- but yea.. I loved the fluff chapter.

hesquidor : Clean up in aisle five clean up in aisle five we got a hesquidor puddle! Heheh, glad you like.

QueenReine: Mmm how about Hot Cajun buns dancing in her head hehe. Nah the only people in the school that know about the chip are John, Logan, Storm, Scott, Beast, Kurt, Charles, Remy, and of course Marie, and now Bobby. They're trying to focus on finding Mags before anything, and not overly swarm the girl, well besides Logan and Remy of course. Ugh x-mas shopping dun remind me.. I have to do that this weekend.

Damia - Queen of the Gypsi's: She's one of my fave author's actually for this type of thing, and she gives me a lot of nice inspiration. Glad you liked my story.

And now onto the muse that's helped me with this chapter... : Janet! She's been great lemme tell ya folks,she's been busting her ass with college, and tends to help me with a lot of other things, including this and my e-fed character. She's wonderful lemme tell ya. And the whole Kiwi's thing.. was inspired by her.. She's guilty..

Another Author's note: I don't know if anyone really pays attention to US politics, and frankly for that matter old enough to vote, what I would like to do is for you guys to go to google, look up Mosh by Eminem and watch it if you can.. it's a thought provoking video that urges people to vote, as well as tasteful in my own opinion. Even if you don't like rap, this is something good to look up. I just figured I should say something here. I watched that and was blown away

Next up on the docket for Something Wicked This Way Comes: The crew goes to a wrestling match, Sabertooth finds a chewtoy, and all hell breaks loose! Stay tuned, same x-men channel, same x-men time! (Always wanted to say that -ahem-)