Shade of hope for X-mas.
***
Kurt sat in the restaurant, Emma Frost by his side. They'd ordered some coffee and donuts. Kurt looked around, people here seemed to mind their own business. They were in the Amphitheatre's café, where most people had headed for the two hour's break.
He took his donut and ate, slowly, something he didn't really do, but he had to watch his manners with Frost. Xavier had said she was quite a powerful telepath, and she also seemed to be to be a business woman. Her perfect manners, her aristocratic accent, her nails all trimmed the same size, exactly the same colour...
"Could we get back to more pressing matters?" she asked in a clipped tone, her blue eyes flashing.
Kurt blushed; she must have picked up on his thoughts.
"Mmh..." Kurt swallowed before speaking. "Sorry."
"Charles wants me to teach you some 'things'," she said sipping her coffee, her little finger in the air as she lifted the cup. "I was rather intrigued why he asked me to, I believe you have a very good teacher, that was highly involved in the Second World War... What's his name all ready? Wolverine."
Kurt choked on a bite of donut. "Logan was in Second World War?"
"You didn't know?" she asked, looking astonished. However, a knowing smile slipped threw her girlie mask.
"I suspected something like that of Mr Logan," Kurt quickly said. How was he meant to be sure? It was not like he could go up to Logan and ask: "Hey, you've been fighting in zee last World Waar?"
"Yes, of course..." She took another sip of her coffee. "I won't be any smoother that Wolverine on teaching," she said in an icy tone. "Promise me, Kurt, that I won't be wasting my time with you."
Kurt gulped. When he'd thought he'd escaped Logan's hard training, he'd landed in something worse. Nevertheless, he was still here to learn. "I'll try my best," Kurt told her. He couldn't promise that he would be good and not waist her time.
Frost smiled broadly. "Good, at least you have the good sense to not promise things so easily."
She looked around slowly, seemed bored of the place. "We're surrounded by mutant haters," she said softly.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, looking about too, less careful than his mentor. "How can you be sure they're all mutant haters?" He then glanced at Frost, and blushed. "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were a telepath..."
Emma smiled widely, though, showing a row of pearly white teeth. "This is a good start. You are right, Kurt. They aren't all 'mutant haters'. The words are rather restricted. You must always remember that people aren't Good or Evil, white or black. There's always a shade of grey in between."
Kurt smiled proudly. This was starting well...
"Don't look so smug, people are going to notice," she said coldly.
...Or nearly quite well.
***
The children grumbled. They were maybe outside, with beautiful weather, eating their sandwiches, but Logan was starting to get on their nerves, and they, on his.
"I want some 'Mercy's Glitter!'" Jubilee whined.
Logan growled. "What is Mercy's Glitter?"
"It's make-up, and it's in the shop right over there!"
Logan looked around, watching the pile of woman entering and exiting the place. The smell of perfumes came to his nose and he shuddered. He would have to keep his breath to survive that kind of place. "Can't you get in the supermarket? Or the nearby store?" he asked.
"Mr Logan! You don't go and buy those kind of things in a supermarket!" Kitty piped in.
"I saw some in there, Kid. Just get it there," he replied gruffly. Who were these pre-adults kidding?
"Yeah! But it's no the same!" Jubilee added.
"I would need some new nail varnish and lipstick," Jean told the older mutant genuinely.
"Ya don't need it, Red."
The boys were watching the scene with a smirk. Everything was going like planned. Logan wouldn't be such a problem after all.
"All right, all right!" Logan finally yelled at the teen-agers. "Go and get ya stuff and be right back!"
Jubilee and Kitty's face illuminated straight away. "Thank you Mr Logan." And two girls, plus Jean and Amara ran away into the shop.
"Ten minutes!" yelled Logan, but he didn't think that any of them had heard. He turned around to the boys. Bobby was busy trying to not burst out laughing, Sam was looking away, not wanting to get any attention, but his rosy cheeks and stupid grin couldn't be fooled. Pyro didn't even try to hide his mirth, and was laughing out loud, and Piotr, the Russian mutant was... stoic as usual. "What ya laughing at, kids. Want some extra work- out?" Logan asked with a grin.
Scott was quick to act; giving glares to the boys, but his own gaze was twinkling with amusement. Bobby finally gave a slap to Pyro's head and the Acolyte finally calmed down, slightly.
Logan tapped his foot impatiently, pulling a cigar out of his pocket, chewing on it's end. He really didn't want to be here, in town, with these kids. He was still sure that they were up to something, they'd been whispering behind his back since midday. He could smell their anxiousness, they were waiting for something to happen. Logan was all eyes and ears. He wondered how Rogue was faring with Gambit at the moment. Maybe something good would finally happen today: find the Acolyte in the med-bay when he got back to the Mansion.
He didn't like that Gumbo one bit either. He reminded Logan of some sneaky person, he seemed all relax and always finding great lines for the girls, but Logan couldn't be mistaken. The boy had all the right skills to be some kind of thief.
Logan had talked to the professor about Gambit. Xavier had nodded and had said: "Who knows what kind of people Magneto employs today." Logan glanced at the two Acolytes sitting on the bench: one mad Australian and a cold giant.
Logan flexed his fingers, he could feel his claws just under his skin at the knuckles. He hoped Rogue was doing better than he was. What were taking the girls so long?
***
Rogue put her 'night' clothes to wash, she had to get any smell of Remy out of them, or Logan would be sure to guess. It was already a miracle he hadn't seen the faint bruise on her cheek; she'd covered it up with white make-up.
"Why ya so cold, chere?" asked Remy psyche. "Ya got what ya wanted... Should be glad Remy feels somethin' fo' you. Gambit could get loads of femme any tim'..."
Rogue hated that Swamp Rat, she was being manipulated by him; it was the only explanation. She'd let him touch her like that... without fighting. How he could touch her in the first place was what she wanted to know. Could she touch other people? And Remy psyche was starting to get very annoying. Was real Remy like that on the inside? Was she just another 'femme'.
It was just like she'd lost control on her actions. There had been only one thing she'd wanted the previous night: to feel his touch, his warmth, to taste him, smell him. Rogue chucked the clothes into the washing machine.
"Hope chere isn't mad at Remy."
Rogue didn't dare turn around to look at Real Remy, she programmed the wash and tried to get out of the laundry-room. This was a little harder, as Gambit was blocking the way.
His red eyes shined with concern, his forehead crunched up with worry. He brought his hand out to touch Rogue, she flinched away from him.
"Did Remy hurt ya, chere?"
Rogue didn't answer, just crossing her arms. She could wait all day for him to move without saying anything. She was as stubborn as that.
"Fahne, stay like that!" Gambit shouted, frustrated. "Remy will just do de talkin'!"
Gambit started pacing back and forth. "What is dat psyche saying!" He had the suspicion it was why she was mad at him.
Rogue stayed stoic. Were they the same, Remy and his psyche?
"Look, chere. Remy didn't want t' hurt ya. Remy promise. Remy was rough, he be sorry. Remy didn't have de control anymore..." He trailed off, stopping in his tracks, looking at Rogue.
"Chere, say something..." His look was pleading.
"Yeah, it kinda of hurts..." Rogue shut her mouth quickly. Why was she speaking to him? But her mouth wasn't obeying her brain. "Ah'd never before... Suppose Ah'd imagined it differently..." He looked so genuine...
"Ya've seen to much soap operas, chere..."
"Hey! Ah'm a sucker fo' romance, got a problem with that?" Rogue covered her mouth, what had she said? Her fluff love books were a secret! She couldn't go about saying things like this, she was meant to be a Goth at heart!
"Romance, neh?" Gambit's usual smirk was back, his eyes now twinkling with mischief. If she'd said 'kinda hurts', it couldn't be that bad. He had just crossed the line into her 'very' intimate privacy.
He walked over to her. Rogue trying to back away, he snaked an arm around her waist, cupping her cheek with a hand. They looked into each other's eyes, their gazes steady. Fire seemed to curl in Remy's pupils, warming Rogue's green diamond eyes, melting them.
Remy slowly and steadily lowered his head to kiss Rogue tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing lightly It was a short contact, but the effect was the same. Rogue put her arms around Remy's neck, wanting him closer. Their lips met again, savouring the chaste feeling. Gambit pulled away momentary, making sure he wasn't dreaming. He asked for another simple, tender, kiss.
Rogue was handling the situation quite well, not like Logan would expect, but ok; she wasn't being pulled in some over-passionate thing. Instead of trying to control her feelings, she let them guide her slowly at their will, softly.
"The door," Rogue managed to mumble.
Gambit dragged Rogue near enough to the door to be able to close it with his arm, not letting her lips escape his. Neither knew they were also closing the door right on the little Mary, that had been watching silently, invisible from any eyes.
"Romantic enough?" Remy asked.
"Open ya eyes... We're in a laundry-room, Swamp Rat..." Rogue feebly replied. She didn't really mind, though.
***
"I've had enough!" Logan growled. It had been three quarter of an hour since the girls had disappeared in the shop. "I'm going to get these pin- up, pre-adult suckers!"
He glanced at the boys; they had been getting whiny and most annoying the last twenty minutes.
"I betta find ya when I get back," Logan told them with a threatening glare. To make his point proven, he quickly shot out his claws, making them flash in the sun before drawing them back. He then stomped over to the girl's shop. He groaned; he couldn't stand the smell.
When Logan was out of view. Scott stood up, his back straight.
"Ok, guys, this is when we get into action," he said seriously. He looked at his watch. "It's half past three. Meet here in... one hour from now."
Bobby and Sam fiddled with their own high-tech watches the Professor had given them.
"What's going on?" Pyro asked, his head snapping to one side at Bobby, then to the other, on Sam. The two X-men got up from the bench. Colossus followed suit.
"As the girls can't join us... Piotr, St.John. You'll go with Sam and meet the Brotherhood."
"What's up with the Brothy Hood of Evil munchkims?"
Colossus pulled Pyro up without questioning, dragging his comrade away with Sam. "It'ss their businesss, my friend. We musstn't interferre, this time."
Bobby and Scott looked at each other. "Wolverine is going to kill us," said Bobby, gulping miserably.
"It's for the good cause." -Scott, always with the big words. -
They both ran into dark deserted street. Bobby lifted the metallic sewer lid and dragged it out of the way.
The hole was much darker than the street; it seemed as an endless drop, blackness that would engulf you straight away. And to think that Evan, Ororo's nephew was now living down in there. This was Scott's and Bobby's job, find him, tell him. Evan, the mutant named Spike, was their friend, they wanted him back. Miss Ororo Monroe was already sick of worry... They had to take him back. This was their mission: to have Christmas all together, like a family. It was maybe a childish wish, but Scott, Bobby, the girls, Jamie and the rest wanted this a lot.
Whereas Sam, he would try and convince the Brotherhood. Kitty would join him later and make Avalanche, Kitty's old sweet heart, come. It would be a happy Christmas, even thought Scott didn't really get on with them, it'd be nice, show that they're all united.
Scott put his fingers to his glasses, switching a powerful light on, Bobby lit his own torch on, coming from his watch's frame this time. Scott jumped down; Bobby followed using the ladder.
****
femme=woman
Heya! Ahhh... The X-men want to have Christmas all together. What did you think they were going to do? Rob a shop, destroy a Sentinel? Nah, they're just teens, really, they just want to be happy and have a good time. However, I suppose their plan is going to have more consequences than expected.
Nosy little Mary, I think she's spying on Rogue! No wonder we didn't see her in the last chapter, she's gone completely invisible, for the moment. Hehehe... Revealed Rogue is as a Romance 'sucker', think Remy should give Rogue one of his own secrets now!!!
Hope it self-explains about Kurt's 'mission', he's kind of having spy lessons from Emma Frost! I went around the characters, wondering who should... And like Kurt's (yep, ya right Unknown Source) mother, Mystique was already a spy, plus, Kurt knows what it feels to be discriminated directly, and he would probably like to get involved a bit more against this problem.
Unknown Source: Gosh, I didn't think about the mutant detectors being everywhere... Well, suppose the Governor should decide for his state... Ok, I'll see to that! Thanks a lot!
Gothic Cajun: Rogue's name is Anna? Mhh... Had she been lying in the film then?
Kaylessa: Ok, here's update! *Blushing at the long comments! Love them!
Syd: Hope this explains why Rogue is a bit mad at Remy. Suppose she wasn't expecting it to be sooo complicated, having to hide her relationship with a 'double' agent Magneto/Sinister... Gets a tad bit frustrating...
Ishandahalf: Imagine Logan when he comes out of the shop and finds that the boys have disappeared!!! He's going to be raging mad!!! Hehehe... Well, the beginning of the story is putting each piece into place, and then having to construct over it. That's what I'm starting about now.
Weeble Wobble Chic: Agree 100% that Romy is cute! Ahh... Tell me, is there a new episode with loads of Remy? Like I'm stuck in France, the new season hasn't even come out yet! sniff...
Sarah-Crysala: You're right about Remy psyche, I suppose sharing the mind with one other person is a bit hard, just hope he knows his limits. Needs another psyche for him to stay in line... Maybe Logan...
Winter fire: Writers block? Did I say writer's block? Suppose I did have one.. So that's what writer's block really is... Well, I can say for sure: it's a pain in the a**.
Panther Nesmith: I would never disfigure Remy! Well, he would be as charming... would a nasty burn on his perfect face make him less attractive? Mh.. But he'll always be thy perfect Remy! (ok, I'm going overboard here!)
Lupine Draconis: Update for the 18th chapter here! (Gosh, Already 18th? Wonder how much I can make...)
Ok! Now's your turn to REVIEW!!!! Thanks in advance. You're my writing saviour!! (Makes me type faster! )****hint ;)
Kurt sat in the restaurant, Emma Frost by his side. They'd ordered some coffee and donuts. Kurt looked around, people here seemed to mind their own business. They were in the Amphitheatre's café, where most people had headed for the two hour's break.
He took his donut and ate, slowly, something he didn't really do, but he had to watch his manners with Frost. Xavier had said she was quite a powerful telepath, and she also seemed to be to be a business woman. Her perfect manners, her aristocratic accent, her nails all trimmed the same size, exactly the same colour...
"Could we get back to more pressing matters?" she asked in a clipped tone, her blue eyes flashing.
Kurt blushed; she must have picked up on his thoughts.
"Mmh..." Kurt swallowed before speaking. "Sorry."
"Charles wants me to teach you some 'things'," she said sipping her coffee, her little finger in the air as she lifted the cup. "I was rather intrigued why he asked me to, I believe you have a very good teacher, that was highly involved in the Second World War... What's his name all ready? Wolverine."
Kurt choked on a bite of donut. "Logan was in Second World War?"
"You didn't know?" she asked, looking astonished. However, a knowing smile slipped threw her girlie mask.
"I suspected something like that of Mr Logan," Kurt quickly said. How was he meant to be sure? It was not like he could go up to Logan and ask: "Hey, you've been fighting in zee last World Waar?"
"Yes, of course..." She took another sip of her coffee. "I won't be any smoother that Wolverine on teaching," she said in an icy tone. "Promise me, Kurt, that I won't be wasting my time with you."
Kurt gulped. When he'd thought he'd escaped Logan's hard training, he'd landed in something worse. Nevertheless, he was still here to learn. "I'll try my best," Kurt told her. He couldn't promise that he would be good and not waist her time.
Frost smiled broadly. "Good, at least you have the good sense to not promise things so easily."
She looked around slowly, seemed bored of the place. "We're surrounded by mutant haters," she said softly.
"Are you sure?" Kurt asked, looking about too, less careful than his mentor. "How can you be sure they're all mutant haters?" He then glanced at Frost, and blushed. "I'm sorry, I forgot that you were a telepath..."
Emma smiled widely, though, showing a row of pearly white teeth. "This is a good start. You are right, Kurt. They aren't all 'mutant haters'. The words are rather restricted. You must always remember that people aren't Good or Evil, white or black. There's always a shade of grey in between."
Kurt smiled proudly. This was starting well...
"Don't look so smug, people are going to notice," she said coldly.
...Or nearly quite well.
***
The children grumbled. They were maybe outside, with beautiful weather, eating their sandwiches, but Logan was starting to get on their nerves, and they, on his.
"I want some 'Mercy's Glitter!'" Jubilee whined.
Logan growled. "What is Mercy's Glitter?"
"It's make-up, and it's in the shop right over there!"
Logan looked around, watching the pile of woman entering and exiting the place. The smell of perfumes came to his nose and he shuddered. He would have to keep his breath to survive that kind of place. "Can't you get in the supermarket? Or the nearby store?" he asked.
"Mr Logan! You don't go and buy those kind of things in a supermarket!" Kitty piped in.
"I saw some in there, Kid. Just get it there," he replied gruffly. Who were these pre-adults kidding?
"Yeah! But it's no the same!" Jubilee added.
"I would need some new nail varnish and lipstick," Jean told the older mutant genuinely.
"Ya don't need it, Red."
The boys were watching the scene with a smirk. Everything was going like planned. Logan wouldn't be such a problem after all.
"All right, all right!" Logan finally yelled at the teen-agers. "Go and get ya stuff and be right back!"
Jubilee and Kitty's face illuminated straight away. "Thank you Mr Logan." And two girls, plus Jean and Amara ran away into the shop.
"Ten minutes!" yelled Logan, but he didn't think that any of them had heard. He turned around to the boys. Bobby was busy trying to not burst out laughing, Sam was looking away, not wanting to get any attention, but his rosy cheeks and stupid grin couldn't be fooled. Pyro didn't even try to hide his mirth, and was laughing out loud, and Piotr, the Russian mutant was... stoic as usual. "What ya laughing at, kids. Want some extra work- out?" Logan asked with a grin.
Scott was quick to act; giving glares to the boys, but his own gaze was twinkling with amusement. Bobby finally gave a slap to Pyro's head and the Acolyte finally calmed down, slightly.
Logan tapped his foot impatiently, pulling a cigar out of his pocket, chewing on it's end. He really didn't want to be here, in town, with these kids. He was still sure that they were up to something, they'd been whispering behind his back since midday. He could smell their anxiousness, they were waiting for something to happen. Logan was all eyes and ears. He wondered how Rogue was faring with Gambit at the moment. Maybe something good would finally happen today: find the Acolyte in the med-bay when he got back to the Mansion.
He didn't like that Gumbo one bit either. He reminded Logan of some sneaky person, he seemed all relax and always finding great lines for the girls, but Logan couldn't be mistaken. The boy had all the right skills to be some kind of thief.
Logan had talked to the professor about Gambit. Xavier had nodded and had said: "Who knows what kind of people Magneto employs today." Logan glanced at the two Acolytes sitting on the bench: one mad Australian and a cold giant.
Logan flexed his fingers, he could feel his claws just under his skin at the knuckles. He hoped Rogue was doing better than he was. What were taking the girls so long?
***
Rogue put her 'night' clothes to wash, she had to get any smell of Remy out of them, or Logan would be sure to guess. It was already a miracle he hadn't seen the faint bruise on her cheek; she'd covered it up with white make-up.
"Why ya so cold, chere?" asked Remy psyche. "Ya got what ya wanted... Should be glad Remy feels somethin' fo' you. Gambit could get loads of femme any tim'..."
Rogue hated that Swamp Rat, she was being manipulated by him; it was the only explanation. She'd let him touch her like that... without fighting. How he could touch her in the first place was what she wanted to know. Could she touch other people? And Remy psyche was starting to get very annoying. Was real Remy like that on the inside? Was she just another 'femme'.
It was just like she'd lost control on her actions. There had been only one thing she'd wanted the previous night: to feel his touch, his warmth, to taste him, smell him. Rogue chucked the clothes into the washing machine.
"Hope chere isn't mad at Remy."
Rogue didn't dare turn around to look at Real Remy, she programmed the wash and tried to get out of the laundry-room. This was a little harder, as Gambit was blocking the way.
His red eyes shined with concern, his forehead crunched up with worry. He brought his hand out to touch Rogue, she flinched away from him.
"Did Remy hurt ya, chere?"
Rogue didn't answer, just crossing her arms. She could wait all day for him to move without saying anything. She was as stubborn as that.
"Fahne, stay like that!" Gambit shouted, frustrated. "Remy will just do de talkin'!"
Gambit started pacing back and forth. "What is dat psyche saying!" He had the suspicion it was why she was mad at him.
Rogue stayed stoic. Were they the same, Remy and his psyche?
"Look, chere. Remy didn't want t' hurt ya. Remy promise. Remy was rough, he be sorry. Remy didn't have de control anymore..." He trailed off, stopping in his tracks, looking at Rogue.
"Chere, say something..." His look was pleading.
"Yeah, it kinda of hurts..." Rogue shut her mouth quickly. Why was she speaking to him? But her mouth wasn't obeying her brain. "Ah'd never before... Suppose Ah'd imagined it differently..." He looked so genuine...
"Ya've seen to much soap operas, chere..."
"Hey! Ah'm a sucker fo' romance, got a problem with that?" Rogue covered her mouth, what had she said? Her fluff love books were a secret! She couldn't go about saying things like this, she was meant to be a Goth at heart!
"Romance, neh?" Gambit's usual smirk was back, his eyes now twinkling with mischief. If she'd said 'kinda hurts', it couldn't be that bad. He had just crossed the line into her 'very' intimate privacy.
He walked over to her. Rogue trying to back away, he snaked an arm around her waist, cupping her cheek with a hand. They looked into each other's eyes, their gazes steady. Fire seemed to curl in Remy's pupils, warming Rogue's green diamond eyes, melting them.
Remy slowly and steadily lowered his head to kiss Rogue tenderly on the lips, his eyes closing lightly It was a short contact, but the effect was the same. Rogue put her arms around Remy's neck, wanting him closer. Their lips met again, savouring the chaste feeling. Gambit pulled away momentary, making sure he wasn't dreaming. He asked for another simple, tender, kiss.
Rogue was handling the situation quite well, not like Logan would expect, but ok; she wasn't being pulled in some over-passionate thing. Instead of trying to control her feelings, she let them guide her slowly at their will, softly.
"The door," Rogue managed to mumble.
Gambit dragged Rogue near enough to the door to be able to close it with his arm, not letting her lips escape his. Neither knew they were also closing the door right on the little Mary, that had been watching silently, invisible from any eyes.
"Romantic enough?" Remy asked.
"Open ya eyes... We're in a laundry-room, Swamp Rat..." Rogue feebly replied. She didn't really mind, though.
***
"I've had enough!" Logan growled. It had been three quarter of an hour since the girls had disappeared in the shop. "I'm going to get these pin- up, pre-adult suckers!"
He glanced at the boys; they had been getting whiny and most annoying the last twenty minutes.
"I betta find ya when I get back," Logan told them with a threatening glare. To make his point proven, he quickly shot out his claws, making them flash in the sun before drawing them back. He then stomped over to the girl's shop. He groaned; he couldn't stand the smell.
When Logan was out of view. Scott stood up, his back straight.
"Ok, guys, this is when we get into action," he said seriously. He looked at his watch. "It's half past three. Meet here in... one hour from now."
Bobby and Sam fiddled with their own high-tech watches the Professor had given them.
"What's going on?" Pyro asked, his head snapping to one side at Bobby, then to the other, on Sam. The two X-men got up from the bench. Colossus followed suit.
"As the girls can't join us... Piotr, St.John. You'll go with Sam and meet the Brotherhood."
"What's up with the Brothy Hood of Evil munchkims?"
Colossus pulled Pyro up without questioning, dragging his comrade away with Sam. "It'ss their businesss, my friend. We musstn't interferre, this time."
Bobby and Scott looked at each other. "Wolverine is going to kill us," said Bobby, gulping miserably.
"It's for the good cause." -Scott, always with the big words. -
They both ran into dark deserted street. Bobby lifted the metallic sewer lid and dragged it out of the way.
The hole was much darker than the street; it seemed as an endless drop, blackness that would engulf you straight away. And to think that Evan, Ororo's nephew was now living down in there. This was Scott's and Bobby's job, find him, tell him. Evan, the mutant named Spike, was their friend, they wanted him back. Miss Ororo Monroe was already sick of worry... They had to take him back. This was their mission: to have Christmas all together, like a family. It was maybe a childish wish, but Scott, Bobby, the girls, Jamie and the rest wanted this a lot.
Whereas Sam, he would try and convince the Brotherhood. Kitty would join him later and make Avalanche, Kitty's old sweet heart, come. It would be a happy Christmas, even thought Scott didn't really get on with them, it'd be nice, show that they're all united.
Scott put his fingers to his glasses, switching a powerful light on, Bobby lit his own torch on, coming from his watch's frame this time. Scott jumped down; Bobby followed using the ladder.
****
femme=woman
Heya! Ahhh... The X-men want to have Christmas all together. What did you think they were going to do? Rob a shop, destroy a Sentinel? Nah, they're just teens, really, they just want to be happy and have a good time. However, I suppose their plan is going to have more consequences than expected.
Nosy little Mary, I think she's spying on Rogue! No wonder we didn't see her in the last chapter, she's gone completely invisible, for the moment. Hehehe... Revealed Rogue is as a Romance 'sucker', think Remy should give Rogue one of his own secrets now!!!
Hope it self-explains about Kurt's 'mission', he's kind of having spy lessons from Emma Frost! I went around the characters, wondering who should... And like Kurt's (yep, ya right Unknown Source) mother, Mystique was already a spy, plus, Kurt knows what it feels to be discriminated directly, and he would probably like to get involved a bit more against this problem.
Unknown Source: Gosh, I didn't think about the mutant detectors being everywhere... Well, suppose the Governor should decide for his state... Ok, I'll see to that! Thanks a lot!
Gothic Cajun: Rogue's name is Anna? Mhh... Had she been lying in the film then?
Kaylessa: Ok, here's update! *Blushing at the long comments! Love them!
Syd: Hope this explains why Rogue is a bit mad at Remy. Suppose she wasn't expecting it to be sooo complicated, having to hide her relationship with a 'double' agent Magneto/Sinister... Gets a tad bit frustrating...
Ishandahalf: Imagine Logan when he comes out of the shop and finds that the boys have disappeared!!! He's going to be raging mad!!! Hehehe... Well, the beginning of the story is putting each piece into place, and then having to construct over it. That's what I'm starting about now.
Weeble Wobble Chic: Agree 100% that Romy is cute! Ahh... Tell me, is there a new episode with loads of Remy? Like I'm stuck in France, the new season hasn't even come out yet! sniff...
Sarah-Crysala: You're right about Remy psyche, I suppose sharing the mind with one other person is a bit hard, just hope he knows his limits. Needs another psyche for him to stay in line... Maybe Logan...
Winter fire: Writers block? Did I say writer's block? Suppose I did have one.. So that's what writer's block really is... Well, I can say for sure: it's a pain in the a**.
Panther Nesmith: I would never disfigure Remy! Well, he would be as charming... would a nasty burn on his perfect face make him less attractive? Mh.. But he'll always be thy perfect Remy! (ok, I'm going overboard here!)
Lupine Draconis: Update for the 18th chapter here! (Gosh, Already 18th? Wonder how much I can make...)
Ok! Now's your turn to REVIEW!!!! Thanks in advance. You're my writing saviour!! (Makes me type faster! )****hint ;)