Wow, thanks for the reviews guys! Now I gotta real good reason to update. Sorry I've somewhat neglected my "responsibilities" but ya know how school is, no? So Before you read this chapter, I wanted to apologize for a mistake I agree I made. I did screw up Remy. There's nothing I can do about it, I jsut...did, ya know? But yeah, he should have been surprised without being...over reactive? Thanks for pointing that out though. When he comes back into the story (Third or forth chapter) I'm gonna try to rebuild his structure, his character, and just make him...right. But yeah, so, please review this chapter if ya get a few free moments. And if you have thigns like that to point out to me (Don't point out grammar mistakes, I know grammar, I love grammar, I'm a bad typer -nods-), please do.
Desiree glanced from Izzy to Sean to her own feet, repeating that cycle an indescribable amount of times. Nobody had ever silenced Desiree LeBeau for this long. Ever.

Sean sighed, "I'm leaving tomorrow, Izzy…"

"What're ya talkin' 'bout, mate?" Izzy questioned, confused.

"My mom and dad are making me go home, to Xavier's. They said I'm supposed to be glad or something that they let me be here for the time I was…"

"Xavier's?"

"He supposedly one of the most powerful telepaths in the world. He has some school that I went to when I was younger, but by high school I refused to go to school there anymore…So my parents said I could live with Remy and Rogue for a while, through high school. I didn't know that meant that I actually had a time limit."

"Aye… I see ye already told Doll, sh'ain't made peep since she got 'ere."

"Well, we all have our sad times," Sean replied almost coldly.

"Ah have an' ahdea!" Desiree finally shouted; her face filled with gaiety.

"She lives," Sean smiled.

"Sean, we can go wit' ya!"

Sean raised a brow, "You don't wanna go there, Des', not to mention your parents wouldn't go for it and I doubt that, no offense, that Izzy would be very welcome."

"Why's 'at, mate? Mutants don't like Aussies?"

"Not that; X-Men don't like Pyro."

"My pa, eh?"

"Yeah…"

"Seany, shuddup, an'where yer welcome, Izz's welcome, ta."

"We still have the problem of how in the hell we get you two there, y'all have parents, if you don't remember."

"Well, Mr. Hollowhead, ah was plannin' dat weh jus' TELL dim, duh!"

"Are you kidding me, Desiree?! You just suggested something that has nothing to do with sneaking, stealing, OR bribery?"

"Seany, ah said shuddup!"

Sean smirked, "I'm sorry, my name is Sean, need I get a name tag?"

Desi smacked his arm, "Ah'll call ya what ah want."

"Aye, Sean, I thought ye woulda figured 'at much out by now."

"Iz'!" she grumbled and smacked his arm.

"You don't have to be so violent, Desiee Marie-"

"Don' say it Sean," she warned.

"What? Don't say Desiree Marie-,"

"Ah'm warnin' ya."

"What are ye so worried 'bout Doll?"

"Desiree Marie Worthington? Does that worry ya, Des'?"

"Dat," she grumbled and with that, she tackled Sean down to the bed. "Ah tol' ya not ta, Sean!"

"Stop, stop!" Sean cried out, but of course, knew it was all just fun.

Izzy smiled, though he felt a little left out, even in his own room.

"Izzy, take that frown off and get over here!" Sean exclaimed.

Izzy smiled and jumped from his seat to the bed, joining the mess made of the two lovebirds.

After a few minutes, they settled down, and Sean noticed a tear in Desiree's eye. "Des', did we hit ya or something?"

His answer came as a surprise. Instead of a direct, normal person answer, she quickly turned around and clung to him tightly, her head on his shoulder, her arms around his abdomen.

He almost gasped before looking towards Izzy, who frowned, seeing his best friend brought to tears by anything. He nodded though, which Sean took as a signal to place his arms around her and…comforted her.