DISCLAIMER: they STILL aren't mine.

"Whaddaya mean she's mah daughter?!"

"I mean exactly what I said. I've done the bloodwork. The DNA matches."

"Non, Henri. Dat's impossible."

They were in another part of the lab, Beast putting the burn cream on Gambit's hand. Marie was watching television in Beast's office, straining to hear the whole conversation.

"Remy. I told you, I didn't believe it myself at first, but now I am convinced. When the professor returns, we can have him run a mental scan on her if that will help you to believe it."

"But, Hank... y'know it ain't possible. Ah can't..."

"I know. Perhaps when Charles returns, he can get that information from her as well. But I'm telling you, its true."

"So de femme just traveled t'rough time? Dat's not possible eit'er."

"You know it is. We've seen it before. Bishop is from the future as well."

"Does she know him?"

"Not that I can tell. Besides, the times don't match up. Marie is the same age as you are, which means that she has only traveled back 30 years at the most. Bishop traveled at least 70."

"I still don' believe it. You said her name is Marie? Remy would never name his kid 'Marie'. What kind of a name is dat anyways?"

"Naw, Rem...It's gotta be true. Ah probably named her."

"Why 'Marie'? Remy can t'ink of lots of better names den Marie."

"Because that's mah name."

"Que? Dat's your name?"

"Ah've never told anyone before. No one knows it. It's not a coincidence. Besides, she's got your eyes. Ah aint never seen anyone else with that crazy look to them before."

"Remy t'ought you liked his eyes."

"Ah do, sugah. But they're still one of a kind."

"Just like dat crazy dye job you got goin' dere, non?"

"It ain't a dye job, swamp rat. Don't make me break your other hand."

Before they could get too out of hand, Beast stepped in.

"So. May I recommend that the two of you talk to your daughter? Perhaps there are things that she will remember or be able to tell you better than she is able to tell me."

"Alright... We can try it. But Hank, what exactly do you say to yer kid who just happens to be th' same age as you? 'How about them Red Sox?'"

Beast chuckled. "Well, maybe that's a start."

Rogue stood up and led the way out of the exam area, towards the office, Gambit trailing behind her, still wary of the whole situation. They approached Marie, and Rogue addressed her.

"Well, hey... Marie... uh, you wanna get some breakfast?"

"Alright, momma."

"Hey, do me a favor, don't call me that, ok? Just call me Rogue."

"I'll try.Is there a reason that Per—Remy is so quiet?"

"He's a sissy. But you should know that."

"Hey! Not fair, chere. Remy's just a little confused. Dat's all."

"Join the party, hon. No need to close up like that."

Remy grumbled as they headed up in the elevator. They got to the main floor and started towards the kitchen, where they ran into Scott.

"Oh, thank god. You aren't still mad about the donuts, are you? I got all different kinds in case you didn't like what I chose..."

He pointed to the counter which was covered in dozens and dozens of different types of donuts.

"Sugah, Ah don't even like donuts."

"Oh that's a relief—hey. You're joking, right?"

"If ah was joking, ah would have said 'A nun, a priest, and a rabbi walked into a bar...'"

"Ok, I get it you aren't joking...uh. Who's this, a relative?"

"You could say that."

He laughed and addressed Marie. "Well, watch out for the Cajun. He's a bit of a ladies man."

"Something tells me I won't have to worry about that, Uncle Scott."

"Uncle?"

She blushed, having forgotten that no one else knew her relationship to the people in the room, and looked up at him. "Um. I mean Scott."

Noticing her eyes, he dropped the mug of coffee that he was holding, which made Remy jump into Rogue's arms to get away from the hot liquid.

"MERDE! NOT AGAIN!"

"Remy! What the hell are you doin'?!" She dumped him on the table.

"Scott, this is Marie. She's mah daughter. Well, she's our daughter" she said, indicating Remy, who was still cowering on the table. "Although now that ah think about it, ah must have been drunk."

"Riight..." Scott looked flushed, and he quietly excused himself from the room, breaking out into a run once he reached the hallway.

"Don't mind him, sugah... he's had a rough morning."

"Ok..."

"Help yourself to a donut and some coffee. But ah'd stay away from Remy with the coffee. There's no telling what he might do."

"It's trying to kill me, chere."

"It ain't alone in that, hon."

Ten minutes later, they were all sitting in the rec. room, eating their respective breakfasts and drinking coffee. Except for Remy. Rogue had downgraded him to apple juice in a sippy cup. They had been eating and therefore hadn't been talking too much, but Remy had finished his donut and decided to try and start a conversation.

"So, Marie... uh, how about dem Red Sox?"

"I don't really follow baseball, to be honest."

"Non? Den tell me... Is scooter as uptight in de future as he is now?"

"What kind of a question is that, Remy?"

"Yeah, yeah he is. But you get used to it."

"Marie, Beast didn't tell us. Do you have any powers?"

"Sure do."

"Ah didn't pass on mah inability t' touch, did ah?"

"Well, yes actually."

Rogue's face fell. That was one of the main reasons that she had always been uncomfortable about the possibility of having kids.

"Ah'm sorry."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Besides, You also taught me how to get around it, so its not a problem at all."

"What? You're telling me that ah'm gonna get control?"

"You mean you don't have it already?"

"If ah did, do you think ah'd be wearing these gloves?"

"You always wore gloves...er...will wear gloves. I figured it was just out of habit."

"Well damn. That's good news."

"For us bot', chere."

"Remy! You're gonna talk like that in front of yer daughter?!"

"Its ok, mom-Rogue. This is all so surreal... Even though I know you're my parents, it almost doesn't feel like you are. Besides, I'm an adult too... I'm the same age as you are. I can take it."

"See, chere? Fat'er knows best."

Rogue chose to ignore him, on account of the fact that he was drinking out of a cup designed for a four year old.

"So what else can you do? Besides absorb people like ah do?"

"Actually, It's not like you do. I absorb people's energy and can turn that energy into kinetic energy, like what he does. I still knock them out, but I only have their memories until I expel them again. I can also fly. And I'm pretty strong. Not as strong as you are, but stronger than most."

"Invulnerable?"

"Nope. But I do have a healing factor somehow."

"Ah've absorbed both Logan and Sabretooth... must have been passed on somehow that way from one of them."

"That's what you told me then too. Or will tell me."

"So d'ya remember exactly how ah came about this control that ya said ah'll have?"

"You always told me that a friend of yours taught it to you... you said that I was named after her."

"Non, dat can't be right. Rogue said dat you were named after her. Dat's her name. Marie."

"Yeah. Ah don't know anyone else named Marie. Unless..."

"Unless dis Marie is de one who taught it to you."

Rogue began to think that maybe Remy was enough of a big boy to take the lid off of his sippy cup.

"Exactly. Ya think it's possible, Marie? That you are the one who teaches me?"

"I guess, but if that is the case, then how come I don't remember there being a Marie? My only "real" relatives are daddy's family from the guild, Mystique and Irene, Uncle Kurt, and Aunt Anna. No one else."

"Back that up, Sugah. Aunt who?"

"Aunt Anna. Your sister."

"Ah don't have a sister."

"Well she looks just like you. Except she always wore sunglasses. But she's got the hair. And she's built like you. She can fly, too. You always told me that she was your twin sister."

"Nope, ah'm an only child. Well, not counting Kurt."

"Do me a favor?" Remy piped up from across the table, "Put dese on." He handed Marie a set of sunglasses. She put them on and he pointed across the room to the mirror. She looked at her own reflection, and turned around again.

"Well... that answers that question. I am Anna."

"Sugah, you never realized that ya looked just like her before?"

"Well, yeah, but I just figured I looked like your side of the family, y'know? Plus, her hair was always shorter than mine is. And her to think of it, I don't think I'd ever seen them."

"When you want to hide dem, its really easier den you would t'ink. Remy knows."

"But my name isn't Anna. Why would I have been told that her name was Anna?"

"Ask Roguey. She seems t' be doin' all of de namin'."

"Anna is mah other name."

"Chere... how many names you got?"

"Just th' two that ah remember. Ah don't recall what mah last name was. But mah name was Anna Marie. Ah remember that much."

Just then, Jean ran into the room, excited.

"Oh my goodness! Scott just told me! He was stuttering a little bit, so I wasn't able to get all the details out of him, but I heard what counts!"

"Uh, what exactly did ya hear, Jean?"

"That you two are going to have a baby!"

Remy spit out his apple juice, but Jean continued talking.

"So do you know if it's a girl or a boy?"

Rogue decided to humor her.

"It's a girl, Jean."

Jean, in her excitement, hadn't noticed Marie sitting there.

"So, when is it due?"

"Uh, what d'ya think, Marie, about six years?"

Marie did the math in her head.

"I'd say three. Maybe four."

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you sitting there. Ah, I can tell that you're a relative of Rogue's!"

"You could say that." Marie looked at her mother, who grinned evilly and nodded. She took off the sunglasses, and showed Jean her eyes.

A/N: This was quick. Don't get too used to it. :) but review. Reviewing makes me happy. And for some reason, you should believe that my happiness is important to you.

(bonus points if anyone can tell me what movie(s) I paraphrased a few lines of this chapter from.)