. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Next morning at the mansion:

#Tish cracks open an eye and sniffs the air …# 'Mmmmm bacon ...'

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10 minuets latter near the kitchen.

#Tish stumbles along the hall with one eye half open in an old shirt and her cargo's from the night before …#

#Sniffing# 'It's close … I can sense it!'

#Thump# "OOf."

"Why hello dere cherie, let Remy help you up dere, you look'in for de kitchen Remy s'pose? Allow Remy to show you da way, Remy'd love to have a bella cherie's company in de morning."

#Tish opens her eyes and grones as she's hoisted to her feet# "What time is it?"

"Ten to nine."

'WHAT! Why has my body betrayed me? What am I doing up at THIS god for saiken hour ?!?!?' #Tish fumes as she's led through a door into the mansion's kitchen. Completely ignoring the smiling Cajun.#

'HOW dose she do it?!?!? I mean REALLY !!! She was waiting up for me last night and here she is dressed, up and ready in the kitchen at NINE in the FUCKING morning … My sister is a FREAK!!!! Why me?!?! WHY must I have PRINCESS PERFECT pants showing me up every DAY ?!?!?! … Is that coffee???'

#Whilst all this is running through her head Tish fails in her still sleepy state to see the professor and Jet smirking. Remy smirks over her head at them as he pores Tish coffee, just barely holding it out of her reach Remy has both the coffee pot in one hand and Tish's mug in the other.#

"Milk?"

"Mumph" #Tish nods#

"Sugar?" #Remy puts the coffee pot out of Tish's reach and sort of 'wiggles' the mug under her nose - snatching it away when Tish reaches for it.#

"Mumph" #Tish nods, almost eagerly. To tired to do anything about Remy.#

"One or two?" #Remy grin's at Tish's one, half open eye.#

"Mumph" 'When my vocal cords start working I'm going to BLAST this dude.'

"Sorry?" #Jet and the professor are now grinning behind Tish as Remy taunts the sleepy teen.#

"SIX!" #Tish hisses.# 'Well what do you know their working… sort of.'

::Your sister has quite a temper in the morning, I'd say she rivals our Logan ...::

#Jet's smirk grows bigger.# ::Watch this.:: "Morning Latitia."

"Mumph" #Tish glairs at her sister whilst sipping coffee.# 'PRINCESS PERFECT PANTS!!!! Aint worth the effort of working the vocal cords.'

"Sleep well?"

"Mumph" #Tish glairs harder, trying to bore holes through her sister.#

::She's like this every morning.::

::Yes, well the X-men have dealt with worse things in our time ... Princess.::

'GRRRRR'

"It's about time you got up sweetie I was going to give Logan your bacon …."

#Tish mutters at the plate thrust into her hands.# "Princess perfect pants."

"Sorry? What was that?"

"Mumph"

'That's right, keep that tongue in your mouth.' "Did I tell you the good news?"

"Mumph"

#Jet turns to go out the backdoor with her cup of coffee, as she leaves she calls over her shoulder.# "Charles has offered to have us stay here over summer so we can get ourselves together."

#Tish looks up shocked and sprays Remy, who's across the table, finishing what was once bacon and eggs.# "WHAT?!?!"

#Jet settles her self into a chair out side and begins to count . . .# Three, two, one and Que Tish. #At that exact moment Tish sprints through the door way.#

"What the hell?"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Flash Back to last night.

"Charles are you shore it's really wise to offer them this, we don't even know who they are. They could be anyone!"

#Scott pauses to glance at the surveillance screen, there we can see Tish on her back counting the cracks in the ceiling. Through the speakers comes ….#

"One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One, One, ONE, MAN this is SUCH a boring ceiling!"

"Maybe I shouldn't go with the student's, maybe we should send Gambit and Beast and Jean and I can stay and watch these two, I don't think we really should go, maybe we should …. "

#Scott babbles on about not going on holiday and cancelling everything.#

'FOR GODS SAKE MAN! I can't convince you to TAKE a holiday, the only way I can get you out of the mansion is on a 'work assignment' where you end up looking after students for a month and a half and now because of these two girls YOU want to cancel the WHOLE trip … can we all say WORK-A-HOLIK ?!?!'

#Professor Xavier sighed mentally.# "Scott, everything will be fine."

"Yes, well what if the X-men are needed and half of us are on the other side of the country ... "

#The professor tented his fingers and cocked an eyebrow# ::Scott calm down, it is only six weeks. With Bobby staying for 'summer school' and Kurt insisting on not going, there are plenty of X-men here to hold off trouble, and if trouble occurs you do have the Blackbird II to fly back in if needs be. You will have an emergency alarm and everything will be fine.::

"Yes, well professor I still worry about these two, #Scott indicates to the screen. Tish has found a rubber glove and has stuck it over half her head - blowing it up and is now wandering around the lab clucking. "BROOCK BROOCK " can be heard coming out of the speakers, whilst she chicken scratches at the ground and flaps her 'wings'.# they could be trouble."

'Oh know you don't Scott YOU are going to enjoy this holiday, I've planed for you my boy and nothing is going to get you out of some f-u-n.' "Scott are you saying that between Logan, Hank, Bobby, Remy and Myself we can not handle two new mutants who are barely aware they have powers?"

#Scott pause's and listens to the bell's ringing in his head … the bell's Jean causally calls his common sense kicked in.# "No professor, of course not."

'I didn't think so.' "Yes well you leave at seven right?" #patronisingly# ::Time for bed? Been a long day?::

::Don't start me on it! If it wasn't Bobby and his pranks it was Jubilee and hers. AND then there was Rogue and Hank 'getting them back …' ::

"So we've agreed, those two stay and Hank and I aid them with there new power's whilst you enjoy your six weeks of summer break."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Twenty minutes before Tish enters the kitchen.

::Good morning Jacinta.::

"Good morning Charlie." #Said Charlie's Angels style. Jet smirks over her shoulder.#

#Sigh# ::You my girl have seen way to many movies.::

"Egg's and bacon? Coffee's on the counter."

#The professor smiles to himself as he weals over to the coffee# 'Yes this one was a sweet girl, tough and protective but sweet. If he could find a place for her … no just offer her time and see how things go.'

#Logan wanders in sniffing the air, closely followed by Remy.#

"Smells beautiful darl'in."

::We're used to Remy cooking breakfast. Cajun is good but at 8 in the morning ...::

#Jet laughs to herself, and glances up at the Cajun, only to find he's crept up next to her.#

'SPRUNG!'

'Sprung Chere.'

"Morning Remy." 'cough gorgeous cough. BAD JET!'

"Good morn'in Gorgeous. Beat Remy to da breakfast, not dat Remy mind. Remy's better at dinner." #Remy slides an arm around Jet to steal a piece of bacon from the pan#

#Whap#

"Oh, I didn't know de philie could move so fast in de morn'in."

"I've got moooves you aint never seen before."

'hmmm Remy could have some fun wid dis femme.'

#Jet promptly steps back on Remy's foot wielding the hot pan.#

"Move it or lose it Cajun, foods ready boys." 'It'll take more then five minutes of your time Swamp-rat, so give up NOW.'

'Well dis dose sound fun. Don't know one know dat Remy loves a challenge?'

#Whilst all this is going Hank enters and settles next to Logan.#

"So it would appear our dear friend Gambit is already enjoying the delightful company of our new acquirement to our humble abode."

#Logan grins.# "Yeah well, I like this one. I'll go run interference."

#Hank snickers to himself.#

#It had become something of a bonding point between Logan and Hank, running interference as they called it. What it was, was any new girl was saved from Remy's clutches, if that was what she wanted. The pair chuckled behind his back as they played tag with new people, never giving him an 'in'.#

"So coming to eat out side with us Cajun, I think the professor needs a word with Jet."

"I'll be back for my bacon mai cherie." #Remy leers at Jet (in a not gross way)#

#Logan snorts.# 'How dose the Cajun make THAT sound sexual THIS early?'

"Ok, it'll be ready in five." #Jet dead pan's back.#

#Logan herl's Remy outside with the coffee pot in one hand and the Cajun in the other. Jet, turns to face the professor, with two plates in her hands.#

"Breakfast?"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Five minuets later.

"So let me get this straight, your offering me and my sister three months, here?"

"Yes. As I said, new mutants often find there powers hard to deal with. The pair of you have mutated faster then anything we've seen before. Both Hank and Jean believe you need to be observed and monitored as well as trained."

"So your saying we're freaks among the freaks, and you want to study us under a microscope." #Jet dead pan's#

#Xavier sighs.# "What do you think?" ::Remy can you go help Tish find the kitchen, she's on the way down ::

::Oui, love too professor.::

"Are you shore you want us for three months, I mean we'd love to, but we wouldn't want to interfere with anything or anyone."

::For at least the next month there is five of us here and we'd love to help you. Beside's I assumed you'd want Tish to go to school here. After all she's now a highly visible mutant, and there for at high risk.::

#Remy wanders back into the kitchen half carrying Tish who still only has one eye half open.#

::Well now you mention it I guess she looks a little different … Xavier we'd love to stay - just let me do the telling Tish my way.::

#Xavier smiles at the torches Remy is bestowing upon the newest member of his extended family. Jet grins, this was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel, she almost felt sorry for Tish - oh well. #

#Looking at Latitia you would barely recognise her now. Tish stood five foot three yesterday a whole inch shorter then her sister, and is now towering over her sister at almostsix-foot. Tall and lean, like a cat her skin is a tawny golden colour which mottled in to shades of golden brown. Her eyes are icy blue and now also cat like with slit pupils. Her hair is shades of gold, red-ish brown with what appeared to be black spots, mottled like a leaped, reflecting her skin tones. Behind her a long cat like tail swishes and twitches as Remy annoys her. Clawed feet (and slightly fuzzy) can be seen poking out from the cuffs of her cargo's and in her sleepy state she is yet to notice the clawed hands.#

'Like shooting fish in a barrel. It is to easy.'

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Two minuets later:

#Tish looks up shocked and sprays Remy, who's across the table, finishing what was once bacon and eggs.# "WHAT?!?!"

#Bobby and Kurt had gotten up at the professor's mental tickle (more like a jab). They wandered in to the kitchen from the back veranda with Logan and Hank, to watch in wonder as Tish (the new kid) spat coffee in the face of the one and the only Raging Cajun and run out of the mansion.#

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . On the veranda ten minuets later:

"COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Kitchen all the boys are there.

# Bobby and Kurt are finishing up there eggs, Remy is still sponging his shirt.#

"I guess that means that there staying." #Logan smirked and glanced at Hank and then at Remy Both hid a snicker. The new girls weren't looking like they were going to fall at the Cajun's feet any time soon.#

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Later That Day.

#Tish wanders around the mansion looking at all the shiny things she can break# 'Man where is everyone?' #Tish looks out the windows# 'Man WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY … I have a need, a need to POKE some one … my fingers are just itching to annoy someone … must, cause, annoyance…. Now if I were an X-person where would I hide? … No, cower in fear.'

#PAUSE#

'Oh MY God … so bored.'

#LONGER PAUSE#

'Oh MY God … THE DANGER ROOM!!! … my brain even stuns me with it's powers some days! Now how do we A) Get to the danger room and B) mess with all the settings !!!'

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . MEANWHILE.

"Was it really safe to let Tish wander the halls alone? She can be HIGHLY destructive when she so choses to put her mind to the job – that's usually when she runs out of bright shiny objects to chase down and kill."

"My dear lady, your sister can in noway be half as bad as you say she is."

'You wanna bet? Guess I should let them learn the hard way, she's most likely got enough skills to hack in a fair way before she triggers an alarm …'

"Ok, we're done here, the lacerations have been healed up …"

#PAUSE#

'Oh yeah Shi'Ar technology. I should be stunned by the fact my hands are fully healed …' "OH MY GOD – how DID you do that ?!?!?!" 'Look at me I'm a stunned Barbie …'

"Well the X-men are privy to some quite advanced technology …"

#Red lights start to flash in the Med Lab, Hanks own pre recorded voice comes across the loud speakers: "Intruder alert, Mainframe infiltrated."#

'What did I tell you Hank? That's what you get! … Now should I feel guilty for teaching the little monster the basics of hacking … Naaa – but the old girls getting slow.'

#Hank the always calm Doctor# "You'll have to excuse me my dear." #As he rushes out of the lab#

#Jet lays on the Med Lab Cot staring at the ceiling as emergency lights go off around her.# 'If I follow I can hack her out and watch them struggle to do it first … meh – nothing better to do here, Tish is right this ceiling IS boring. '

. . . . . . . A few hours later

#After the hole mess was sorted out#

::Latitia, Jacinta, would you two please join me in my office?::

#Both girls were hiding in their room. After Jet had bailed Tish out both girls had sprinted threw the mansion in a zigzag pattern, met up in the reck-room and then rendezvoused back in their own room to lie low. Of corse leaving the rest of the mansion's occupants baffled.

Both girls looked at each other from across the room. Jet sighed and got up. Tish sank back into her book.#

#Jet growled# "Tish! Get your lazy arse up! Now."

"Meep." #slowly, Tish grudgingly got up and followed her sister out of the room and down the hall in the direction of the professor's office.#

"We're going to die, aren't we Jet?"

"No, your going to die, and I'll be fine."

"What?! But-"

"Because, it was all your fault, and you are going to explain all this to Xavier."

#Surprisingly, Tish brightened at this# "You mean, your going to let me tell him?" #She asked excitingly#

#Laughing# "Yes Tish, as long as you don't blame me you can tell him 'what happened'. But remember, Xavier is psychic. Try to tell as much of the truth as possible."

#Tish grinned evilly. This was going to be fun. If she could pull this off, she would have reached a new level of con artist-ness-es…#

"Tish, behave."

"Si, el Capitan!" #Mock salute#

#They reached the Professor's office and mentally prepared themselves. Jet just calmed her nerves, while Tish tried to blank her mind and or project nothing but 'guilty' feelings. If she could just project what she 'believed' was the truth, then she should be fine.#

"Girls, come in. And make your selves comfortable. Now, may I ask what exactly you have to do with this afternoons incident…"

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . End of chapter

M: WOOT WOOT 2 chaps in 1 night !

K: Ok, breath, just breath.

M: Quiet, or I'll feed your enneads to our pet iguana.

K: Meep.

M: R&R Folks, it's what keeps us writing.