Chapter 3: Who is Mr. Wesson?

Disclaimer: I only own Mads, Merf and Simone

After about 15 minutes of pulling and sloshing water everywhere, Wanda and John enlisted the aid of Remy and Piotr, while Rogue and Kitty flew the jet.

When they arrived at the airport, they taxied the jet into a reserved hanger.

"Uh, Cher, did you call 'head an' reserve de hanga?"

"No," said Rogue looking toward Kitty, "Ah didn't."

"Like don't look at me," squeaked Kitty.

Just then the cabin door flew open and an airport attendant with a clipboard walked in, "Good afternoon, on behalf of the airport staff, welcome to Las Vegas. Not to worry, we'll take good care of jet. Your luggage has been moved into the limo waiting on the runway. It will take you to your hotel, all courtesy of Mr. Wesson." he flipped through the papers on his clipboard, "Oh yes and the staff would also like to extend an early congratulations to the engaged couple."

With that having been said, the attendant collected the keys from Remy and ushered them out of the jet and into the limo.

SLAM!

One of the airport staff flung the car door shut.

Before they knew what to expect next the limo took off and the driver adjusted his mirror to see them.

"Hi folks, I'm Mac, but my friends call me Mighty Mac. I'm Mr. Wesson's personal driver. So the rest assured you're in the good hands."

The teenagers exchanged confused looks.

"Don' take dis de wrong way, homme, but who's dis Mr. Wesson?" Remy inquired.

Mack burst out laughing, "That's a good one, kid!-I can see why he likes you guys so much, you have the same sense of humor as him, just like his grandfather, rest his soul." Mack paused for a moment, "...sorry...I still miss the guy from time to time, he was like a father to everyone. He would be so proud of his grandson, just like the old man in everyway, a workaholic just like his grandfather. He'll meet you for dinner later this evening. He had to finish a shift before he could hop a plane..."

That's pretty much how the rest of the ride went until they reached their hotel, the Excalibur.

Mac walked them into lobby, after he turned the limo over to valet parking and checked them in under the name Wesson. Then he left to go back to airport to wait for the infamous Mr. Wesson.

Once Mac was out of sight Rogue turned to the receptionist behind the desk, "Ah think there's been a mistake. We don't know a Mr. Wesson."

The woman typed furiously on her key board for a few seconds then looked up at Rogue, "Are a John and Wanda part of your party?" she asked politely.

"Well, yes..." Rogue trailed off.

"And their getting married tomorrow evening, correct?" the clerk said looking at the computer screen.

"Yes," Rogue confirmed.

"Then this is the correct reservation..." she hit a few more keys, "Oh and you've been up graded to our two executive suites. The bellhop will take you up. Here are the keys."

Rogue took the keys and figured once this Mr. Wesson arrived they would be able to straiten everything out.

Rogue handed the keys to Remy who in turn handed them to Piotr and then took Rogue by the hand, saying, "'ere, Petey, make sure everyone gets settled in, we be going to de bar ta unwind."

"Oh, and we all have fittin' at five," Rogue reminded everyone, "they'll call the room and tell us where ta go."

With that having been said the group parted: Remy and Rogue to the bar, the rest up to the room.

No sooner had Remy and Rogue sat down at a table when the bar tender came over to them and said, "The camera crew at the bar would like to buy you the first round."

"De camera crew?!" Remy quickly looked over to the bar to discover none other than, "Henri?!" sitting in the middle of Mads and Simone.

"Bonjour, lil' bro. Wat bring you ta sin city?" Henri asked as he slid into the booth with Remy and Rogue.

The three in the booth watched as Mads moved into Henri's currently vacated seat and proceeded to viciously make-out with Simone.

Henri's lip curled in disgust as he nursed his beer bottle, "Ugh, don' get me wrong, Rem, I enjoy de girl on girl ting jus' as much as de next guy, but afta wakn' up dis mornin' I was greeted wid de sight o' doze two playin' tonsil hockey at de breakfast table, den de hockey game progressed into de second quarta was in de cab from de house to de airport, t'ird quarta was on de plane, a direct flight I might add!-Den de fou'th quarta was on de cab ride ova to de 'otel and what you be whitnessin' at de bar is ovatime! Seriously, afta all a dis I doubt if I'm gonna be up fo' any mo' girl on girl action fo' at least a week-OW! De hell, fille?!" yelped Henri when Rogue kicked him under the table.

"Fer bein' a pig!" announced Rogue.

"Gettin' back to de point," said Remy, "why you be here wid cameras?"

"Shootin' a Vegas documentary fo' de travel channel, dey commissioned us." Henri said casually, "But you neva answered my question: why you be 'ere?"

"John an' Wanda's weddin'," said Rogue.

Henri perked up, "Dat be perfect! We been looking fo' a topic eva since we go 'ere!"

Remy and Rogue looked at each other then at Henri, "NO!"

Henri pouted, "Porquoi (why)?"

"Bro, it be too dangerous. De adults know we gone by now. Dey can't be far behind and b'leive Remy when he say you don' wanna be in de same state as Mags when he ain't happy!"

"S'il vous plait (Please)!" Henri rolled his eye, "It couldn't be any worse den de time Dad found out you put dent in de car's bumpa. Damn, if it weren't fo' Tante Mattie you'd be pushin' up daisies!"

Remy viably shudder. If there was one thing he thought Jean-Luc would never resort to it was the Sunday edition of the paper...He was sorely (in the literal sense) mistaken.

"No, Magneto is far worse," Rogue assured Henri, "if you get in the way you may wind up run through with a trahpod!"

"Remy don' know, Cher, Henri makes a good point.

Rogue rolled her eyes, "Fiahne! But when he's bleedin' ta death on the chapel floor with a roll a film lodged in his brain don't come cryin' ta me. An' furtha more, the only reasons Ah'm agreein' ta this is because he helped get us back together an' the fact that we're in Vegas and Ah'll be damned if we don't make the most of a heart-shaped water bed with a mirror over it!"

"Point taken, Cher," Gambit chuckled nervously.

"Bon!" Henri said, "Mads get de camera!"

...

"Mads?" Henri looked toward the bar, only to find it vacated much to his dismay. However a lone camera was left rolling on the bar pointed toward their table, "Merde!" swore Henri under his breath, "Dey went back to de room. Fo' dere sakes I hope dey stay outta Belle's way..."

"BELLE'S HERE?!" Remy nothing short of shouted, attracting a lot of unwanted attention.

"Keep yo' voice down, Pup!" hissed Henri as he glared at his younger sibling.

"Whahy's Belle here?" asked Rogue more discretely.

"She's on a hit," Henri said in a barely audible whisper as he led Remy and Rogue out the back of the bar.

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Meanwhile in the lobby Sabertooth and Mystique had checked in under the aliases of Mr. and Mrs. Hellsing. As the, now, male clerk behind the front desk nervously handed two key cards to Victor, Mystique couldn't help but notice what was going on just across the lobby.

She elbowed Victor, "What is now Elaine?" Victor glared at her.

"Anton, dear," she said through gritted teeth, "isn't that our niece, Jessica?"

As you probably guessed by the way they were reacting toward each other, the flight was a horror with an incompetent flight crew, screaming children and not nearly enough booze to drown them all out!

"Who the fuck is Jessica?" Creed thought as he scanned the room, then he saw her.

Belle was sitting in an over stuffed chair pretending to read a paper as she not so discretely watched her target: a short, plump, balding man, fighting with a vending machine to accept his dollar bill.

He remembered her from the movie (How Much Embarrassment Can 2 Mutants Take? Ref) and from the time she stayed at Mag's base (Bushwhacked ref.) .

"Why yes, dear, it is Jessica. I see she's flown in for the wedding after all."

(God, who are we kidding? I just like to make aliases and awkward situations and then it escalates from there on in. I don't know about you but I think I'm having a little too much fun with chapter.)

While the bellhop brought the bags up to their room, the Hellsings, as it were, made their way over to their niece.

"Jessica, darling, you made it after all," said Mystique as she yanked a very startled Belle up from her chair, paper still in hand, and pulled her into a bone crushing embrace.

At first Belle struggled against the embrace of the raven haired, green eyed woman until she saw Victor standing behind her.

"You have no idea how lucky you are that we're here," Mystique hissed into Belle's ear.

"Well that's enough now, Elaine, your smothering the poor girl." said Victor.

Elaine sighed, "You're right, Anton. Come let's have an early dinner and catch up with our niece. Lord knows we haven't seen her since she went of to that Swiss finishing school."

Victor had to conceal a smirk as he saw the "doe in the headlights" look return to Belle's face as Mystique nothing short of dragged her to the most expensive restaurant the Excalibur had to offer.

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