A/N: I am very sorry that this chapter took so bloody long to be published but you see, this story was to be a one-shot. I had to quickly come up with an actual plot. I promise to update more often. Oh and incase you went a little loopy and forgot, I am not Marvel. I only play with mutants. I don't actually own them or anything.

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It was the eyes--so deep blue, so innocent. Logan feels his heart beating out of his chest. The butterflies in his stomach were holding a kegger, of this he is sure. Inhaling chilled air into his lungs, he closes his eyes. Without the aid of vision, he can feel petal-soft lips moving hesitantly towards his.

He starts to know things. He knows that Bobby Drake was utterly terrified of his parent's reaction to him. He knows that Bobby's dad is a huge supporter of the Mutant Registration Act--in fact, he had even donated one hundred dollars to Senator Kelly's re-election campaign in Bobby's name. He knew that Ronnie always looked at Bobby with a mixture of admiration and loathing. He knew that, deep down, Ronnie had wanted to be born first, to not be the baby brother. Logan's eyes fluttered open, to be greeted with a look of terror and pain. He was kissing Bobby Drake.

"Storm" Logan cries, jerking awake with a start, claws drawn.

Kurt's head jerks around as he walks past the medlab. Hearing his lover's name yelled by another man's voice was enough to give him pause. After his surprising conversation with Scott, he thinks that maybe having a German translator on hand may not be such a bad idea.

::This isn't me,:: Logan thinks. ::Someone else.:: He could feel someone else in his head. Marie. He feels Rogue's insecurity and uncertainty--the first time in a long time he has ever felt such feelings. In that instant his already strong protective streak towards Rogue kicks in. Where is she? Logan thinks, his nose searching for a scent like an animal searching for its cub. He catches a scent coming towards him.  Not Marie, but familiar.

"Where am I? Don't tell me I'm alone here. I smell somebody." Logan calls, panic rising in his voice.

Kurt sighs, suppressing his own unfamiliar sense of jealousy. "You are not alone, I assure you Herr Logan. In a mansion like this, you are never alone." Kurt chuckles as he enters the medlab.

 "I assume that I have you to thank for this, Blue Boy." Logan growls, grumpily.

"Actually, I think that you have Rogue to thank for it. I only helped her German to improve." Kurt says with a swish of his tail.

"How did you know that I would wake up speaking something as obscure and complex as German?" Logan asks, allowing the artificially familiar words to roll on his tongue.

"I beg to differ. German is not that complex and obscure. You should try learning English from scratch some time. Talk about complex."

Logan rolls his eyes, for a moment wondering what has riled up the elf, but after a split second realizing that he doesn't really care. "Fine, Foreign and complex to me, who just received the mother of all immersion sessions."

"That, I believe," Kurt concedes with a laugh.

His mind still foggy, Logan feels a stiffness in his hands. With a bit of a head shake, he remembers the sensation--he has three nine-inch blades unsheathed and jutting out of each hand. With a reflex he snaps the claws back with a satisfying SNIKT.

Logan gives a rough chuckle at Kurt's expression. It still amazes Kurt, watching those magnificent claws spring in and out of Logan's arms. As Ororo has told him repeatedly, it is something that he would get used to, in time.

"Good. I was hoping you would be awake by now," Professor Xavier's caramel-smooth voice says with just a hint of amusement.

"How the hell are ya Chuck?" Logan says with a grin as the Professor wheels himself into the medlab. Maybe this would be fun after all.

"I am quite good," the Professor said as he stopped his wheelchair in front of Logan's bed The Professor smirks as the expression on Logan's face drops, as if the Grinch had just come in and canceled Christmas.

"I was simply seeing if you could add anything to Rogue's story of how it came to be that she had to start to drain both you and a new student at the same time," said the Professor.

"Well, if Rogue gave you the story, she had a better view of the whole thing," Logan said. "I was a little busy being unconscious."

"Yes, I was aware of that," Professor Xavier said. "I have yet to get the story from Rogue herself. I had to get it from Scott's mind."

"Why does Scooter know what's going on?" Logan asks incredulously. "Where's Rogue? Why can't she tell you herself?"

"Logan," Xavier says, sharply calming the feral look beginning to darken Logan's face. He was projecting very loudly. The wolverine inside Logan is screaming to find out what has happened to his cub.

"She is fine," Xavier says calmly. "It was very difficult for her to absorb two people simultaneously. It is very understandable that she needed to rest. I have not probed her mind because the situation did not warrant it."

"You still haven't told me how One-Eye got wrapped up in all this." Logan asks as he slides down off the bed. He hated those things for as long as he can remember.

"I believe that he was going into the Danger Room for a workout," the Professor starts. "He only saw Rogue touch both of you, and your claws emerge from the back of her hand, while both you and Mr. LeBeau fell."

"Chuck!" Logan says, more animated than usual. Xavier allowed himself a slight chuckle at the un-Logan like exclamation.

"The kid," Logan says with a growl. "That gumbo eatin' Swamp Rat speaks English."

"I am well aware, Logan."

"And how the hell did you know that?" Logan says, leaning against the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.

Xavier gives Logan a patient smile. "Usually, one does not think in a language that he does not have the ability to speak."

"Then why let him lie to us? Why go through all of the trouble of finding a tutor for him when you knew that he spoke English?"

"Obviously Mr. LeBeau wanted to hide and keep something back incase he needed it for some reason. A defense mechanism if you will. Haven't you ever tried to hide behind some ability you have for what ever reason?" Professor Xavier gives Logan a knowing smile. "Oh, and Logan, don't give Rogue such a hard time about learning French. I happen to know that you spoke Canadian French before you even arrived here." Xavier says with a smile as he turns his chair to go, followed by Kurt.

"Stay out of my mind Chuck." Logan grumbles.

Don't think in French when you ask me to read your mind, Xavier offers as he turns his chair to leave. Kurt's tail gives an amused flip as both men leave the room, while visions of gutting the Cajun dance in Logan's head.

Remy's red eyes flutter open. He reaches up to feel the knot that he is sure must be on his forehead. He is disturbed to find nothing. » Did someone get the license plate of the speeding piano that hit me? He asks to no one in particular.

A feather-soft laugh is his response.

Remy turns his head to blink in the direction of where the sound came from. Part of him is surprised to discover that he is not alone.

I'm sorry, but what did you in doesn't have a license plate… come to think of it, she doesn't have a license yet. Although I am sure that she is working on it. Ororo chuckles quietly. From what Logan had told her in the past, she was sure that Remy had one monster of a headache.

Miss Munroe? Remy asks shakily. What happened? My head. It's a little...

"It's like trying to think through pea soup." Ororo finishes patiently.

"Yeah, that's exactly it. Has this ever happened to you?" Remy asks

"Thank the Goddess, no. Do you remember anything?"

Remy thinks for a second. Like a rewinding videotape, the last day's event crash into his mind. Running from a rival guild. Hearing about Xavier's. Stealing his way to New York, speaking only French, just in case. Talking with the Professor. Meeting Ororo. Meeting Rouge. Meeting Logan. The Danger Room. Charging metal claws. And then abruptly, his memory ends.

"I guess that should answer my next few questions," says Professor Xavier. Remy stares at the tall, lithe, indigo-blue man with the spaded tail pushing the Professor's wheelchair.

"How are you feeling today, Mr. LeBeau? I have a feeling that for the next few moments this might be easier for you to comprehend." Kurt says warmly. He gets three blank stares in return.

"I'm sorry, what?" Remy says with a slight shake of his head. "One more language being spoken to me is too much." I'm going to stick with English for a while, Remy thinks, with just a little French thrown it for flavor.

The Professor turns his chair to look at Kurt. "Why would you think that Remy can speak German now?" He asks, genuinely confused.

"Because Logan's German got better," Kurt replies, equally as confused. "Isn't that the way Rogue's mutation works? She can swap knowledge as she drain a person?"

No, she only swaps some basic information with Logan because he can heal as she is draining him. We are not entirely sure why. Hank is still running tests to find out why that is, said the Professor.

I guess that makes sense for Mr. Logan. Kurt sighs, wrinkling his brow. Then I wish that Herr Summers would have at least told me that he spoke German earlier than this. I miss speaking my native language to someone else who can fully grasp it. The blue elf sighs. No offence, professor.

Kurt, you must be mistaken. Scott doesn't know German. The only other language he knows is French because Jean used telepathy to teach it to him. It was an experiment at university.

Professor, I have been speaking German all my life. I am quite sure that Scott spoke German to me. I asked him if he had touched Rogue and he said that he had briefly. I guess not enough to knock him out. You may look if you want.

Thank you Kurt, that is very kind of you. The Professor says ask he gently pulls up the events of a few hours ago. The entire conversation between Kurt and Scott plays again before both his eyes and Xavier's.

"This is most interesting." The professor states simply, as he tries to sort though the information.

"Finally, something I can understand," says Remy exasperatedly. "Do they do this often?" he asks Ororo.

"Unfortunately," Ororo says with a shrug. "Not many people in the mansion speak German. Kurt doesn't get to speak in his own language very often."

"Where did you learn French?" Remy asks.

"Kenya. You?"

"Canal Street." Remy says with a smile.

"I've always wanted to go there." Ororo says, her face beaming with excitement.

"I'd say that I would take you there sometime but somehow I don't see you making a living the say way that I did." Remy says with a roguish grin.

» You'd be surprised Mr. Lebeau, Ororo says, letting the subject drop with a knowing smirk.

Rouge is running. The scent of spices and curry and shrimp torment her senses. Her stomach takes over and demands itself to be known. She ducks in alleyways and peers slowly round the corner to see if anyone is perusing her. She sees masked men with needles in a lab. She is no longer on the street--she is tied down to a table with wide leather straps. The smell of tantalizing food is replaced by antiseptic and fear. She is unsure if the fear is hers or theirs. There is a part of her that is sure that these men hiding behind masks are terrified of her. She watches light dance off a blade as it comes towards her. She screams as she feels the sensation of falling. She looks up to see a large green parachute. Arms tighten around her chest.

"I'm so scared," says a voice behind her. She feels the weight of another body against her back.

"Shh," she calms. "I am too, Alex. It's going to be okay. Mom and Dad are going to be fine. They are just going to meet us on the ground. It's just an adventure, like Dad said, remember?" She feels a small head nodding against the back of her neck.

She looks down. The ground is coming up too fast. She rotates herself so that she will hit the ground first and try to spare Alex the direct impact.

"Scott!" Rogue screams as she sits bolt upright in bed. Her hand catches the side of the nightstand. She grasps a set of keys, which crackle with pink energy as she clutches them. Disoriented, Rogue holds the glowing keys in front of her. She turns them over in her hand to drop them on the bed.

"No! Please don't let go," Scott's panicked voice rings though Rouge's ears.

I'm sorry. I'm not sure what happened, Rogue apologises.

It's okay. Just don't let them go. Not only could you take out the bed but there are student rooms underneath us. I don't know what kind of blast Remy can produce.

Oh, I remember now. Rogue says. I started to drain Remy and Logan at the same time and then… She stops for a second as she notices an unfamiliar twinge behind her eyes. Did I drain you too, Scott? Are you okay?

"I think that you might have started to, but not enough to hurt me. You may still have some of my optic blasts, though." Scott sits next to Rogue on the bed, gently, so as not to jostle the glowing magenta motorcycle keys of death in Rogue's hand.

"Just do me a favor. Pick a language and stick with it for a moment. Your speaking in tongues is giving me a headache."

"Sorry Mr. Summers. I just get a little disoriented after… well, you know." Rogue says sheepishly, ducking her head slightly. ::What else can you do or say when you could have killed someone?:: She thinks to herself.

"It's quite alright." Scott smiles.

"What are we going to do about these keys?" Rouge asks with a grin.

"Well, let's take them down to the shooting range. You can try out my blasts while you're at it." Scott says with a grin.

"Cool." Rogue agrees as she gets out of bed, keys still gripped tightly in her hand.