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Day Four – Tuesday

ACHOOO!

I woke up as Jamie sneezed and littered the floor with copies of himself. I got up and shook Lapin and we looked down at our little friend, who looked feverish and was still sleeping, curled up in a little ball, shivering. We put our coats over him and tucked them around him as I touched his forehead, which was really warm and sweaty.

"Tante ain' gonna like dis." Lapin said as I nodded in agreement. "T'ink dat he'll lie 'bout what we done las' night?"

I smiled and laughed. "Jamie'd lie jus' for da fun of it, Lapin." It was true; I'd seen him lie so many times, blinking those big blue eyes. Most of the time, he'd lie just to see how far he could go and still get away with it. On more than one occasion, I stayed out all night, expecting Logan's wrath, only to learn Jamie had covered for me.

"Bon, maybe Tante jus' beat us and not kill us den." Lapin looked out the door. "Merde! Remy, we in trouble!" I looked down to see Henri, who was leaning against the base of the tree, reading a book. Looking up at us, he said nothing and pointed at the chainsaw next to him. Lightly charging an old toy car, I tossed it out the window where it landed beside Henri, who rolled out of the way as Lapin and I climbed out of the tree, Lapin holding a still sleeping Jamie under one arm.

"Y'little shit!" Henri lunged at me as I rolled out of the way, suddenly pinned to the ground by my own brother.

"Frere?" I asked him calmly, as my cheek was pushed down to the ground. "Why y'beatin' up on y'petite frere?"

"'Cause y'fucken crazy." Her twisted my arm and turned his head when Jamie sneezed and began coughing, and duplicating. "What da matter wit petite?" He asked, showing less interest in beating on me.

Jaime whined and rubbed his throat as Lapin answered his question. "We took da petite t'Bourbon and he got sick."

Henri laughed and stood up. "Take da petite to Tante. I don't gotta do not'in t'ya 'cause Tante's gonna hurt y'both f'getting' Jamie sick."

Awhile later, Lapin and I were yet again, scolded heavily and slapped repeatedly by Tante. "Y' kept da petite out and now he's sick!" We went upstairs to find Papa settling Jamie into my bed, clearly enjoying Jamie in subdued form. Under all the mischief, Jamie could be really sweet. But there's a lot of that mischief in between "devil" and "adorable little boy."

"How y'feelin, Petite?" I heard Papa ask him.

He whined. "I got a splitting headache, and I keep splitting." A slight grin crossed his lips. "Just a little cold, sir." I walked in and sat on the other side of him, rubbing his hair all over as he glared at me. "This is your fault, Remy. You should have known I don't have any immunity to swamp illness!"

Lapin came in and plopped down on the bed next to him. "What we gonna do wit' him?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Nothing, go out with those girls and leave me alone!" His hoarse little growl made us all laugh as he put a pillow over his head. Papa looked over at us as Lapin and I looked at each other.

"Y'get dere number?" He asked me. Then I realized neither of us had asked.

Jaime coughed and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Lapin. "You guys are idiots." He said, rolling over and closing his eyes.

Papa laughed again. "Y'took petite out on a date wit ya?"

"Oui, Papa." I said. "Petite picked out da girls f'us. Got good taste."

At about five in the afternoon, Jamie called me on my cell and barked. "I have mono!"

"Da kissin' disease?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah, asshole." His hoarse little voice sounded cute saying it. "Rahne did it!"

"What?" I laughed. "Rahne is 10, yo'eight. Int' da older femmes, Jamie?" He growled as I laughed at him. "Non? No worries, petite, Remy had it, it not s'bad."

After we got home, Tante made us sit down as we got chided AGAIN. "Tante got no doubt y'made dat boy into a crazed girl chaser!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed the back of my head, anticipating the slap.

"Non," I tried to defend myself, "he already like dat when Remy found 'im. Dat's why Remy like him." I smirked. "Rahne's a belle petite, Remy proud o'Jamie f'kissin' her." Tante gave me a look that easily could have burned a whole through my entire body and then walked back to the kitchen as Lapin and I charged upstairs to see Jamie and hear exactly how Rahne ended up kissing him.

"So, Jamie, tell Lapin 'bout dis femme." Lapin said, as we laid down on each side of him. "Belle?"

"I guess. Her hair is pretty, her face is kinda 'meh'." We both laughed as he calmly continued. "She has long legs, and wear shorts a lot. I like that. Rahne is also the only girl in her class that requires a training bra…"

He was cut off by roars of crude laughter from Lapin and I. I had no idea whatsoever my sweet little Jamie was beginning to turn into a perve. "So, Petite, tell y'friends 'bout da kiss?"

"Da?" He said, mocking me. "What makes you think it was just one?" He smiled and his little cheeks turned a strange shade of red. "I found her sitting outside crying. So I sat next to her while she whined about something. I don't remember what it was. I just remember that I needed to stay there because she started to lean on me."

Lapin looked at me. "Remy, did y'teach him dis?" I shook my head as he continued.

"She was really sad, I remember that. It started raining then, really hard, and somehow she managed to steal my whole hand when I wasn't paying attention, which was the whole time." He coughed again. "Then she turned around and kissed me. I kissed her back after awhile. I liked that."

"She ya fille?" Lapin asked.

"No."

"Why da hell not?"

"Because I don't want one. Jamie does not commit." Lapin rolled off the bed laughing as Jamie explained to us that he liked to kiss her, but not listen to her talk. Just for fun, I took out my phone and called the mansion.

"Xavier Institute, Logan speaking."

"Non, Logan growlin'. Ya gonna scare people away if y'answer da phone like dat."

"Gumbo, what d'ya want?"

"To hear y'soothin' voice, Wolfie." I could tell he was bored from the tone he had.

"Adamantium is a soothing substance."

"Oui? Remy pass on dat one." I said, chuckling. "Y'heard anyt'ing from Rahne?"

"Yeah she got…" He stopped short and started laughing. "Jamie?"

"Oui. Petite gets 'round more dan Remy t'ought." Logan was still chuckling.

"Put him on the phone, Gumbo." Instead of putting him on, I put the speakerphone on.

"Jamie! She's in the fifth grade, what on earth are you gonna do when she goes to middle school?" Logan said, snickering.

"Will she still sleep two doors down from me?" Jamie buried himself under the pillows. "No other boys are sick, right?"

Lapin laughed. "Y'jealous?" Jamie slapped him on the arm and waited for Logan to answer.

"Well, there is this boy at her school where she got it…" Jamie suddenly looked heartbroken and whined. "Just kiddin' Jamie. She got it from sharing a soda with Kitty." Jamie smiled.

"That wasn't funny, Wolfie." He said.

"Hey, after all the bullshit, I deserve to get back at you eventually." Logan said.

"Remy t'inks y'were jokin' 'bout Kitty, right?" I hoped he was kidding. Because, my tongue was not long removed from that pouty little mouth of hers.

"No," Wolverine said, then started laughing again. "You boys are such morons." Logan hung up the phone.

After briefly explaining to Jamie that he couldn't be jealous AND detached at the same time, he went to sleep, apparently exhausted. Hoping I wouldn't get sick, but knowing I had a pretty good chance, Lapin and I went out and partied pretty hard that night.