Disclaimer: I think I ought to feed the disclaimer to my dog, and Marvel would then have to give me the rights to the X-Men, just to regain the slaughtered corpse of that annoying word in bold. See what obsession does to your mind? It influences and provokes you to kill… kill… kill… -laughs manically-

(1) Notes: Yay, the world should be happy that it didn't take me a century to update this next chapter… -looks hopefully around- Or not. If you discover that my writing's a bit lax and off, I apologize for that; I'm trying to regain the excitement that has kind of left me during the period where I didn't touch this fic. I'm trying to get back, really!

Oh, and before you take your eyes off this author's note thingy, I'd like to ask if anyone knows a place where I can get information about different movie crew parts… I'll need it to spice up my AU. And I'm lacking research when it comes to medicine and other elements essential to the story; please forgive me for that! Anyway, here we go again! Tell me what you think; it really helps.

Limelight by melancholic

5. Assumptions

Joseph Lehnsherr gave a hearty laugh as he spied what entered through the clinic tent's flaps. It was, as expected, another fan that had passed out because of an actor or actress that made them go in over their heads. As of late, they already had about five or so of those cases; Joseph couldn't keep up with his job as a medical assistant to Dr. Hank McCoy at this increasingly alarming rate.

Darn movie stars! He blamed them in a half-outraged and half-joking manner. He really didn't have a grudge against most of those stars that studded the red carpet… oh; he just wished that the male ones would keep their charms to themselves, as they were also running out of beds to be occupied by these star-struck patients.

"Tell them to put her right there," Joseph directed to a nurse named Cecilia Reyes, who abruptly nodded as she helped tend to the unconscious Chinese girl on the stretchers. He grinned, satisfied that his guess that the patient was a girl was correct. After all, he had the logic necessary for this branch of science.

As a child, he never really was interested in the study of elements and metal, like his father Erik Lehnsherr, a world-renowned scientist, was. And look where it led him. Joseph shook his head, remembering his father's denial of allegations that he was utilizing his knowledge of metals in aiding terrorist groups around the globe. Enough with regards to that right now. Joseph himself was a very disciplined man; at least he had inherited something from his dad that he could pride on.

He then proceeded over to the bed where the fan was laid, examining her thoroughly and reaching the conclusion that after a few intakes of fresh air, she would be okay. As a student nearly done with completing his medical course proper, Joseph believed that simpler cures were more effective than the more complicated technologies that modern medicine offered. And, with a wry smile, he was aware of his accuracies when it came to the entire traditional-medicine part; the looks of previously frightful faces relaxing into soothed expressions proved his theories.

"She'll be fine, don't worry!" Joseph gave the girl who accompanied the patient a cheerful smile, allowing the other medical staff members to tend to the Asian temporarily. This was so since Joseph, who was always on board for any of Charles Xavier's movie projects, (he found helping one of his father's old friends satisfying) would be able to hand his younger half-sibling, Wanda, autographs of the stars for her collection.

Pietro, her twin brother, in turn hid and caused Wanda's attempts to mock hex him. Joseph smiled at the thought of his siblings. He let the others address the hyperventilation-because-a-movie-star-smiled-at-me victim, because he usually had a reputation for brightening up the expressions of their patients' friends, erasing the worried creases scraped on their faces.

And who could blame the ladies, especially for the notion that caused their lips to tug sometimes unwillingly upwards when they saw him? Joseph's eyes were a striking sapphire color, which shone brilliantly in contrast to his shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair. Add his chiseled features to his supposedly charming personality and his intellect… and you've probably gotten the entire package. And at the realization of the beauty that infiltrated this clinic, Joseph knew exactly to whom he wanted to deliver his parcel to.

———

Remy's head was still spinning with euphoria at the thought of Rogue; he couldn't cease the tingles creeping up and down his nerves as he recalled the playful glimmer that waved through her jade eyes, didn't mind as much when she decided to depart earlier than he would've liked, since she wanted to be by her friend's side. It showed what kind of person she was, and her apparently caring nature attracted Remy to her all the more. He repeatedly smacked himself for not taking her hand in his, feeling the electrocution that he knew would be present, asking her out, maybe getting her number…

"Now's not de time t' dwell on ya folly, LeBeau." Remy snapped at himself as he made his way over to the table where he previously sat, instantly reminded of his eyes' first encounter with the angelic vision that was Rogue. It just hit him that the cloth adorned over the table was in the same shade of green as Rogue's blouse, and he thought he saw her lingering near his chair, too.

"Remy! Goddess, where have you been?" A smooth voiced crooned into his ears, and he was almost disappointed to see Ororo standing there, clasping her arms around his waist and looking up at him with blue pools of concerned eyes.

"Jus' went wit' de femme who fainted 'cause o' me an' her amie (friend) t' de clinic…" Remy explained, linking his body with Ororo's as he draped his arms around her neck. He desperately tried to shake off the pathetic attempts of his eyes to envision Marie in Ororo's place, but he knew that his own imagination couldn't compare to the breathtaking view of her presence in his proximity.

Ororo nodded, understanding Remy's uneasiness with what happened. Had she been in his place, of course she would've rushed with the medics to check whether her fans were okay or not. They, after all, made her who she was. 'Ro gingerly placed her lips on Remy's own, brushing them softly as her grip on his body tightened. She was pretty sure that this on-and-off relationship of theirs would be on for a more certain and longer period of time. Heck, she didn't even pay attention to Lucas Bishop's tries in wooing her!

Remy really fancied being distracted as he was caught off-guard with Ororo's brief kiss; it was just that he couldn't, for the life of him, fixate his thoughts on something or someone else other than Rogue. He even couldn't get into his normal playtime rituals with Ororo; it started like this, one catching the other off-guard, and the next thing they knew, people were banging on their doors and telling them to keep their moans of pleasure to themselves.

If the truth was to be told, Remy did enjoy being in suspense and getting caught unprepared; it exhilarated his senses and magnified the attraction between him and the woman better, he thought. Flirting with danger was one of his preferred hobbies, and he usually recognized perilous activity in his midst and knew how to react to it, depending on the situation. But something in his senses told him that Rogue was definitely going to be hazardous to his health, even if she appeared innocent. The best of them strike like that. Remy concluded, basing his observations on past experiences, especially as a thief.

He found that he wasn't quite bothered with how different she seemed; for some reason, it kept becoming a major turn-on factor when he would spot or suppose something new when it came to Rogue. Like her namesake: she was vague, yet a scoundrel to his heart. And most of the world knew that whenever someone told Remy that his desires were detrimental, unhealthy, or unwise, it only increased his determination of attaining what he wanted.

———

Betsy Braddock sighed contentedly as she rested her head on Warren Worthington's shoulder. She squeezed his arm affectionately as they returned to the table where the other cast members were seated. It looked like everyone else was done searching for minor-star prospects, and Betsy herself found a few that she interviewed quickly and liked.

She had met a German teenager with his hair dyed blue, whose charm amused and impressed her so much that she decided to bring him and his wise-ice-cracking best friend along for the ride, with a select few others. Betsy told them to report the next day at the studio, where the writers and producers would try and come up with unique mutant characters to make cameos in the movie, based on the extras' personalities. Being a model herself, Betsy not only was familiar with personality – she knew it the moment it flashed in front of her eyes.

"Warren, have you already recruited anyone to be a part of the movie?" Betsy began in her accented voice, choosing to remain uninfluenced by how most Americans spoke. After all, her tone of voice made her sound exotic, and when it was paired up with her long, flowing mauve locks, the reason why she was one of the fashion world's most sought-after models was evident.

"No, Bets… Well, a few of them flocked over to me, but I just wasn't feeling the talent, you know?" Warren replied, a sigh escaping from his lips as he wove his fingers through her hair.

"Angel, I thought you were only feeling me!" Betsy gave her beau a mischievous pout, a different connotation forming in her mind from the one Warren originally meant.

"Betsy, you know what I mean!" Warren looked stern for a second, slightly deflating the mischievous expression on Betsy's face, but when he stuck his tongue out in retaliation and kissed her forehead, the smile found its way back on her exquisite features.

"Aw, you know I'm just playin', love…" Betsy sang out, running her hands through his chest as her face sparked with the energy that Warren was sure would fuel the fire in their bedroom later that night.

"Mmm…" While he allowed himself to relax and just enjoy the sensation of Betsy entwined in his arms, Warren scanned the room, noticing that Jean Grey was talking to a stuntman and choreographer, James Logan, and Charles Xavier was merrily traipsing amongst the crowd, interviewing probable extras. He quirked an eyebrow when he saw whom Xavier was with; it was composed of a terribly obese man and another whom Warren could state smelled like everything you would find in your trashcan.

Luckily, I don't go for those types of people. Warren was amazed that Xavier looked determined to make his movie successful, going as far as admitting all sorts of riff-raff into the general cast. He must have a big hear,t then. Warren then remembered the scene of Remy and his fainting fan, and it brought a grin to his face.

"Actually, I think I found people to bring into the flick!" Warren exclaimed, rendering Betsy's heart rate a few beats above normal before she calmed down, giving him an odd look.

"Someone's excited." Betsy commented, releasing her arms from his neck. She gave her boyfriend a look of reassurance when he turned confused over her actions. "And, you were saying?" She added, this time letting her hands explore the region under his polo shirt.

Warren winked down at her and tried to focus on his thoughts while taking pleasure in her touch. "You remember the girl that fainted because of Remy?" He began, rubbing the small of her back as he continued, "I think she and her friend – yes, the quiet one – have star potential. I don't know… maybe this wager with your brother is driving me a bit mad."

Betsy carefully weighed his words, remembering that she was resigned to helping her brother and his cause, which of course was kept secret from Warren. Warren was responsible for getting would-be actresses like Stacy Xanthe, or like her porn star name, "Stacy X", shot into fame. Sometimes she wasn't sure whether Warren really meant well in aiding people like Stacy in their careers; she often pushed the thought of Warren cheating on her aside, but then again, just to be safer this time (she supposed that Stacy fancied Warren), she wanted to investigate Warren's claims.

Thinking fast, she moved one hand to Warren's forearm, slinking her own arm through it. Betsy spotted Remy and Ororo nearby; maybe Remy would know where to find these girls and accompany her? He would be concerned for his fans' welfares, anyway. But that didn't mean Betsy would admit she was feeling a teeny bit jealous of Warren's discoveries, and was beginning to rethink her master plan of helping her brother. Maybe she could secretly inspect her boyfriend's choices in actresses; she did have her connections, after all. Betsy turned, tugging on Warren's arm as she went to Ororo and Remy's direction.

"Why are we here, Betsy?" Warren questioned, a curious glint in his eyes. They were having fun a few moments ago, weren't they? Unless LeBeau had enticed his girl and made her want him (Remy) instead of her own boyfriend. He readied a possessive glare just in case, but decided to loosen up and see what Betsy's business with Remy and Ororo was.

———

Remy's lips twisted into a grin when he saw Betsy and Warren drawing nearer to his and Ororo's chairs, with him lifting his wineglass to his mouth and sipping its sparkly contents. He set the glass back down and felt his smirk grow wider when he glimpsed Warren's furrowed brow, which conveyed his obvious protectiveness and wariness of him and Betsy.

Remy wondered why most of the men in the cast shot him death glares when he only gave their girls so much as a wave; they made it seem like he was some sort of a man-whore. Remy wouldn't deny that he had a weakness for beautiful women, beds, and booze, but that totally didn't cover most of the Remy that the world thought they knew. He only wished that someone would see beyond his playboy exterior, to be able to say that he was capable of doing something right.

He sighed, hoping his thoughts about his insecurities regarding his past, present, and future would be retained inside his mind, never leaking out to reveal that someone Remy was trying to avoid. The best thing about acting was that it allowed him to assume so many identities and he was recognized for playing someone he didn't have anything in connection to – it was always that way for Remy. But after he met Rogue, he realized that his view on things was changing – heck, was he even starting to feel guilty for his mistakes, especially with a woman from his past! Why was that?

"Remy!" Betsy greeted, knocking Remy out of his trance. She gave him and Ororo pecks on the cheek each, before hugging Warren and focusing her eyes back on his face.

"Bon soir, ma chérie. (Good evening, my darling)!" Remy in turn responded, giving his co-star a hug and nodding at Warren, whose expression tightened.

"We were wondering where your fan and her friend are now," Betsy emphasized the "we", jabbing Warren pointedly in his ribs. He looked puzzled for a moment, and then nodded in agreement, as if he had no other choice.

Merde… Remy was about to surrender in defeat, sure that Rogue was still haunting him even if they had been apart for an unfortunate (for him, at least) hour already. He just yearned to know why evading thoughts of her was so difficult; even tablecloths troubled him in that way!

"Pourquoi (Why)?" Remy addressed her question with his own, a pang of jealousy striking him when the possibility of Warren wooing Rogue came to mind. When Warren caught Remy glowering at him suddenly, a baffled face replaced his normally firm one. Remy blinked rapidly, eager to remove that strange sensation from his system. What's happening to you???

"Warren thought that they'd make good additions for minor parts in the film," Betsy explained, seeking Warren's support for her statement. When he nodded once more, a confused glance thrown in Betsy's way, she shrugged in exasperation and persisted, "he told me about them, and I think it would be quite the idea if we tried signing them up once more—"

"They didn't think you were serious, LeBeau." Warren interjected, stifling the urge to laugh.

"Warren, they didn't get the chance to answer him!" Betsy defended Remy, giving Warren a silencing look.

"Oh fine, I'll stop. But why are you standing up for him?" Warren prompted impatiently, saying the last word as if it were poison to his tongue.

"You both are like an old, bickering couple!" Ororo said, glancing back and forth between both of her friends disbelievingly.

"Oui, ya bot' should consider gettin' hitched already!" Remy added, understanding Ororo's attempts at saving him from being Warren-beaten-up-pulp. He chose to ride on her words, following directly and offering her an appreciative smile.

Warren and Betsy reddened furiously, each at a loss for words for defense. Warren entangled his fingers in hers, the wheels turning in his head as he ran his thumb over her ring finger. He couldn't deny it; Remy's words were getting him to think…

Betsy, cheeks still tainted rose, cleared her throat and let her eyes dart swiftly to the right where Warren was. She squeezed his hand back, planted a kiss on his own burning cheek, and mouthed a "We'll talk more about this later." sentence to him. When she earned a gesture of affirmation from him, she finally set her gaze on Ororo and Remy, who were both smiling triumphantly and looking entertained.

"Remy… to get straight to the point, I just want you to come with me and see whether the girls you found were ever interested in those roles." Betsy managed to let the words slip from her lips, glad that they didn't emerge as a stammer. With all of these random, inexplicable feelings whirling in her heart, she was relieved to have gotten her point across.

Before Remy could muster a reply to Betsy's request, or even think, Warren's voice snapped him out of further insights of seeing Rogue. "What?!? Betsy, you can't just leave… with him!!!" Warren interrupted, fury palpable in his tone. His arms encircled Betsy's waist domineeringly, a scowl aimed at Remy settling on his features.

Remy didn't even notice that Warren was intent on strangling him for allegedly turning Betsy's affections away from him; he was too preoccupied with the sudden feelings that were coursing through his body, his heart beat accelerating a few notches faster, and his cheeks were actually resulting in a blush. This wasn't supposed to happen to him; he made the girls redden in excitement, shyness, or whatever emotion – he never expected the tables to turn against his favor, and he was actually almost giddy with the idea of seeing Rogue again inside the clinic, if she was there…

Remy stifled the urge to skip around the room elatedly, because it was only now that Betsy's question made total sense – if Rogue was to accept their offer to play a small role in Genesis, then that would mean he got to spend more time with her on the set! Even if it was just for a few weeks or so; Remy didn't care, for he was starting not to mind what she was doing to him; he'd take whatever he could get at this rate.

Besides, my connections will surely tip the scales the way they should be. Remy encouraged his anticipation of seeing Rogue with that thought; he couldn't wait to get out of here! "What are we waitin' fo', Betsy? I'm sure dat dey would jus' love t' be in de film!" Remy blabbered, sweeping Ororo's lips with a rather sloppy kiss, which left her smiling, though also confused as to what he wanted to do.

"Great! At least someone wants to go with me!" Betsy stuck her tongue out at Warren for added effect, a grin spreading on her face when she realized that it was her turn to make Warren jealous – with Remy as an instrument in her plot, but he didn't have to know; she noted that he seemed overjoyed at visiting his fans. When was the last time that anyone had ever seen him act so enthusiastically?

Warren sighed, knowing that once Betsy set out to accomplish something, it was hard to ask for changes in her plans. So if the Cajun really was coming, then Warren was sure that he wouldn't let Remy get a shot at adding Betsy to his trophy belt; no, he would keep a watchful eye on them. And if things worked with what he wanted, Betsy would never think of leaving him, which was one of Warren's greatest fears. He was only beginning to learn how to be committed, and he wished she would notice that…

"I shall stay here and speak with Charles then." Ororo stated, kissing Remy once more and smiling at the other pair. "I should hope that you'd keep my man here restrained." She winked at Betsy, knowing that the girl understood what she meant. Ororo chuckled when she saw the indifferent expressions on either male's face, and she nodded dismissively, bidding Remy goodbye seductively before she let them leave.

Remy was slightly excited at the words from Ororo, which infiltrated his senses. So maybe they'd have a memorable time in his suite later, but as Remy hugged her one last time and joined Betsy and Warren as they left the main tent, walking in the direction of the smaller, medical clinic, he couldn't help but swallow his guilt as he imagined Rogue's saccharine tone murmuring erotic sentences into his ears.

———

Marie's heart was pounding abnormally because of many reasons; one, even though she knew that Jubilee would be okay, she still couldn't stop the anxious activity occurring in her mind; two, she couldn't stop grinning at the ecstasy Remy's smile caused, couldn't believe that she actually had the nerve to give him the impression that she was a Rogue, and third, she kept noticing how one of the men in a medical outfit seemed to be unable to take his eyes off her.

This is very funny. Marie returned the man's smile, thoughts leaning over to the Remy side more than anything else. She was convinced that remnants of his touch was still left sparking through her body, and she began to reprimand herself for acting like a school girl with a huge crush on some boy band member. Oooh, you had better stop this!!!

Hands slightly clenched to stop herself from screaming in frustration and rapture, Marie was minimally relieved to hear the white-clothed stranger speak up, somehow diverting her attention elsewhere. Perhaps talking to him would prevent her from wondering why exactly Remy paid her any attention, out of the millions of girls who, if he had turned that criminal smile on them, would be filling up more medical areas than the entire California could hold.

"She'll be fine, don't worry!"

Marie's head rose up to meet the stranger's own, and she began checking him out against her will, forcing her emerald eyes to meet with his cobalt ones. Remy, look what you're doing to me! She blamed him desperately, again wondering how a smile and touch of a movie star were enough to transform her in a span of a few hours. She could sense that there was more to this than simple fanaticism, or Jubilee-tics, like Marie called them. There was a different kind of attraction at work, and Marie dared to think that Remy also felt it.

She had been spacing out again; Marie blinked a few times before realizing that the doctor or nurse that had assured her of Jubilee's condition was still waiting for a response from her. "Oh, thanks very much!" Marie answered, smiling timidly up at him. No matter what she did, she couldn't conquer her normally introverted personality. But wasn't how you replied to Remy a courageous move on your part?

Joseph had been studying her face, his breath caught in his chest not because he was inhaling some dangerously contagious air from a patient, but because of her exquisite features. Soft, russet-colored hair tumbled in waves, framing her heart-shaped face. Her green-shaded eyes shone with a passion that Joseph's could never achieve, and her smile was captivating, showing off the kind that of teeth those toothpaste commercials advertised.

He couldn't help thinking that her pensive expression looked so natural on her face, something that made her appeal to him even more. It was how she looked so serious that made his interest in her grow, and since he had seen her cheeks crinkle when she smiled, accompanied by the glimmer that emanated from her eyes, it made him conclude how balanced this girl seemed to be.

Marie, for her part, didn't even detect Joseph's recurrent glances at her face; the only features her brain would register were Remy's. So when they talked casually for a few moments, she thought that she caught Joseph (he had already introduced himself) hinting at asking her out, or something about getting to know her better… She merely nodded, her responses reflecting the damage that the Cajun had done. Marie was never a space cadet before, and she didn't want to start now!

"Um, my break is coming up in a few minutes…" Joseph began, unmindful of Marie's (she said her named absently earlier) inattention. He was trying to soothe his own nerves; his new acquaintance was causing a disruption in his normally controlled system.

"Oh? What?" Marie tilted her head to the side, a clueless look displayed on her face. Of course, she was trying to listen to him, really… but she just couldn't… "Ah, uh…" Marie couldn't even formulate a proper answer; was she becoming this shallow?

Joseph understood her reluctance; she, after all, barely knew him. But he couldn't explain why her eyes enticed him so much that he yearned for the opportunity to discover more about her, and she him. He swallowed nervously, intrepidly placing a hand over hers. He almost was rendered dazed with the smoothness of the skin that he touched; and yes, there was the faintest of sparks… did she feel that, too?

Marie was brought back to the reality of the clinic and Joseph, whose hand somehow found its way on top of hers. It was big and warm, but with remorse, Marie wished that it were Remy's palms settling on hers instead. She was torn between remaining oddly loyal to Remy, which would result in her pulling her hand away from his and declining on his offer to have coffee, and being like the usual, logical Marie, who'd let her hand stay where it was and quickly agree to his invitation.

Argh! She screamed internally, unsure of what to do. The seconds that ticked were tense; she still didn't know what to say… And with her luck, Joseph probably thought she reciprocated the sudden attraction that he had for her, if that were possible. I'll just say yes an' see how this will turn out. After all, it won't hurt; Remy would probably never mind me again; heck, he must've forgotten me…

"Yes, maybe coffee is a good idea." Marie responded, hoping the tone in her voice sounded warmer than she intended.

Joseph's face shone with happiness as he eagerly nodded, both hands on hers now. Marie tried not to shrug them off, especially since she agreed to hang out with him. Silence was the only thing said between them as the moments passed, and both were greatly surprised to see the tent's flaps open again.

But the visitors at the entrance certainly weren't the fellow medics or fainted fans on stretchers that they expected; oh no, they were really far from what they imagined.

Warren Worthington, Betsy Braddock, and Remy LeBeau stood in front of them, all forms of speech ceasing when they saw the display of Marie and Joseph before them. Warren and Betsy both shot edgy glances at Remy, whose earlier smirking face reverted to a shocked one, then finally, an indifferent one.

Remy was the first to speak amongst the stunned quintet, clearing his throat and looking directly at Marie.

"Sorry fo' de intrusion, mes amis (my friends), but we were jus' wonderin' if ya bot' still wanted parts in de movie." Remy began, an unusually cold tone in his voice while he gestured to Jubilee, who looked like she was fast asleep. Remy himself didn't expect his words to emerge like that; it was just that, after merrily joking with Betsy and Warren about marriage plans on the way over here, and they teasing him about Ororo and their on-and-off relationship, Remy didn't anticipate what he was seeing to happen next.

Nobody reacted to what he said, so Remy continued, "Least I can do, fo' makin' ya friend faint dere." Remy nodded, knowing that someone was suppressing the urge to laugh; it would be funny, had circumstances been different. He didn't know why he was jealous; it wasn't like he owned Rogue or anything…

And from the looks of it, the man grasping her fingers already got Rogue before he did, which was definitely not right. Not like Remy would admit that or anything, really. He was a fool, as usual. He often felt like the Joker in the deck of cards he always carried, never belonging in any suit or any number at that time. And that feeling greatly intensified now, Remy was sure. And to think he was delusional in imagining that, awhile ago, when he was kidding Betsy and Warren about their pending marriage thoughts, he would finally end up settling down with not Ororo, but Rogue.

That was another nigh impossibility in his midst, yes.

———

The blonde woman sighed, shaking her head in displeasure. A lackey of hers had mentioned that Remy met with a fan that seemed to captivate him. Yes, she was definitely displeased. She was his past, and she wouldn't let anyone else get in the way of her future with Remy.

But when she thought about it, as she listened to the spy's testimonials, Remy was on the road to heartbreak, so things were looking up, going over to her favor.

That was something to smirk about.

(2) Notes: I think that was a bit longer than I expected, but it's not like anyone's complaining, right? ;) I hope I pretty much delved into my story just a bit deeper; if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask them! I'll try to make sure that everything is clear… maybe. :D

And now, for the part that most of you guys are probably going to skip: The answers to reviews!

Star-of-Chaos: I want to know why you seem to be the first reviewer in most fics that I come across… Curious… Who can blame Bella for being stalker-ish? It is Remy, you know… :D

Kaitland: I'm glad that I updated, too! –grins- Thanks for following this fic; it makes me happy to know that some people are out there, reading what I have to say. Thanks for the props regarding my story! And as for the Remy/Marie/Ororo triangle, well… you'll just have to stick around and see where that goes. I hope this chapter gave you some insight on that…

Tammy: I think you just got your wish right there; but there will be more interactions in the future, of course. Thanks for reviewing! :)

Ishandahalf: I made your day?!? –squeals- That's a rare thing for me to have done, and I just want to say that your reviews make my day, too. :D Thanks to all the compliments tossed my way about the fic; at least I'm doing things right, it seems. And you can put your fist down now, for the update's here! And as for Emil… -hint, hint- He'll make more appearances in future chapters. Your name fascinates me to no end, you know? ;)

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Oh, and a last note before I go and bury myself in a hole: I got the inspiration for Joseph being a doctor from angyxoxo's fic Shouldn't Be So Hard. The site sucks for deleting her account, so show your love for her and keep reviewing her fics! She deserves it!