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BJ – Yay! Nice to see you enjoy it. I'm enjoying writing it. There is homework to be done. Fuck that, I'm writing about "Sinny," a nickname I've never heard used for him before, but plan on stealing. :D

Chapter 4 – The Plan

Xavier entered his office, Liz following him. He took his place behind the massive desk and she sat down next to Remy on the long couch. "Now," he began trying his hardest to appear unbiased. "Dr. Essex and I had some concerns we wanted to address with both of you before the wedding next week." He folded his hands and looked at the couple, "Is everything in order?"

"Oui," Remy replied, holding her hand as she leaned on him.

"Stop touching her. Now." Sinister said angrily. "You have done enough touching for today."

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Step One: If you can't beat 'em, bait 'em -- Success

"Dr. Essex, please…Liz, would you mind sitting somewhere else?" The Professor asked, picking up on Remy's apparent contentment on being close to her. "I really want you two to think about this – marriage is the final step."

Liz sat in a chair next to Sinister, conveniently putting her closer to her father than Remy, and putting Sinister between them. The metaphoric value caused him to smile slightly, enjoying his walk on the wild side of evil. "Now, Elizabeth, you have three master's degrees and a doctorate in fields of literature and foreign language. What type of career are you going to pursue?"

Liz quirked at the question. "I am a doctor. I studied literature because even the best universities are years behind the medical skills I learned from my father."

"And has it occurred to you that Remy is an idiot?" Sinister said, bluntly.

"Look, Xavier, we can't have a reasonable conversation with him here. I love my dad, but he is a tad bit possessive." Liz said. "Like, he took me to a park to let me interact with other children when I was little, and got into a fight with a woman because her son tried to hold my hand. He called the boy 'genetic trash' and threatened to sterilize the woman."

Xavier nodded and smiled, "Well then, maybe your father and Remy can leave for awhile and we can take care of some business." His eyes met Essex's, who was clearly enjoying the good professor's manipulative tactics. "If you could excuse us for a few minutes?"

Sinister and Remy walked out silently. The walk was silent because they were both met with a flash from Lizzy's red eyes, which she only used to communicate intense anger or frustration. As a whole, any sign of her blue eyes flashing pupil-less red was very, very bad. On the last occasion Sinister and Remy had gotten into a fight, Liz opened two tesseracts and threw them into random places on opposite sides of the planet.

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Step Two: Divide and Conquer – Success

"Come with me, Remy, there are some things that we need to discuss if you honestly plan on marrying my daughter next week." Essex said, trying to fill his voice with enough concern to trick the Cajun. "First of all, what are your future plan with her?"

Remy shrugged. "Live here, be an X-Man. She'll be da good doctor, 'course."

"Are you going to have children?" He said, hating himself for having to talk with Remy in a pleasant manner. He hated himself even more when he thought the presumption through in more detail.

"Oui." Remy said, suddenly realizing that something was very wrong with this conversation. Essex congratulated himself and more or less kicked Remy's psychological legs out from under him with his next question.

"Do you honestly think you would make a good father?" He gritted his teeth before the next concession. "I know I was a bad father, even though I thought I would be perfect at it. Failing a child is…the most awful feeling there that exists." He put a hand on Remy's shoulder. "Could you handle it? Failing Liz, failing your children? Do you think there are men who are more capable of taking care of her? And of Liz's future children when the day comes?"

Remy looked down and crossed his arms. "Oui, Remy t'ink he do his best t'love her and be dere f'her."

"Sometimes your best is not going to be good enough. Do not kid yourself, Remy. It may be my fault, but you are not stable or emotionally strong enough for a girl like Liz. Besides, this whole relationship is the result of her pity for you." Sinister leaned back, and watched Remy's eyes widen. The Professor had told him Remy had once told him about his fear that their entire relationship was Liz's way of trying to make up for all the things Sinister had done to him. That was supposed to be a secret between Remy and the Professor; Remy didn't know that Essex knew.

Remy said nothing and looked up at Sinister with an injured look. "Y'sayin' she love Remy for da same reason she love dat fucken' rabbit? Cause y'fucked us bot' up so bad we'll never be normal?"

Regardless of the fact that Sinister knew not whether this was false, he wore his serious face. "I am truly sorry, Remy. I am sure you understand my concerns about having my daughter marry someone out of a sense of duty." Not wanting to say more and reveal his true motives, however accidentally, Sinister walked away from Remy, leaving him there to mull over the fact that he'd just learned his relationship was built on pity.

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Step Three: A Contest of Wit – Failure

Xavier stared across his office at Elizabeth Essex, his suspicions about her genuine lack of emotion seeming correct at the moment. He could never really be sure about any of his theories about her; her raw, semi-developed genius made reading her usually-deceptive actions incredibly difficult.

"Really?" She interrupted his half-finished lecture rudely and crossed her legs, making it clear that she was not actually going to listen to him.

"Out of curiosity, what must I do to make you listen to me?" Xavier asked Liz, who picked at her nails.

She smiled, but never looked up. "What is the objective of this meeting?" Xavier flinched at the almost sadistic tone she could take, the presence she commanded with so little effort, and most of all, the flickering in her eye sockets that revealed an on-the-edge Liz.

"To talk." Xavier said. "About your relationship."

Xavier knew, deep down in his heart, that whatever came out of her mouth was going to be bullshit. Still, wanting to see the good in Liz, he hoped as he waited for her response.

"I love Remy soooo much!" She replied, slightly saccharine in tone. "We wanna get married, and have babies, and stuff. Like OMG OMG, Remy said that if I like, marry him, we can like, have sex all the time and all. And he'll stop sleepin' with the other X-Women behind my back! He loves me so much!"

Bullshit indeed.

Xavier wringed his hands and then stopped. "Why must you do this to me? I wish to have a serious conversation and you…have to go ruin it."

She shrugged and picked up the Rubik's Cube on his desk, solving it in about fifteen seconds before putting it back down. "I love Remy. Remy loves me. Simple?"

Xavier nodded. "Sometimes love isn't enough." He said, suddenly realizing on the differences between Sinister and Liz was the fact that she was kind for the most part. The rabbits, Remy…she hated some of the things her father did, but stayed with him anyway. "Do you really want another man in your life who you have to love so much that his shortcomings cease to matter?"

Liz's eyes closed for a moment as she sarcastically shrugged. When she opened them again, Xavier jumped. "I realize that you think you're doing what is best for Remy, but Remy is almost thirty and this is his decision to make. Now, do you have any real point to make or are we just going to sit here and fuck around all day?"

"I believe we're done, actually. You are a lost cause, Elizabeth. Now, hide those demonic hell windows rolling around in your eye sockets and leave my office."

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Essex strolled into the Professor's office after a second talk and settled into the chair he'd been in earlier. "Xavier, what is wrong?" He said, noticing the Professor resting his head on his hands, looking exhausted.

"Liz saw straight through our plan." Xavier said. "She didn't seem very pleased."

"I suspected she wouldn't." Essex said, slightly amused that even the great Charles Xavier was crushed under the weighty intellect of Liz. The fact that she rarely, if ever, employed it in important decisions was beside the matter. "Have no fear, the seeds of doubt have been cultivated in Remy's mind. I have no doubt that the wedding will be canceled."

So…it their plan a success? Is Sinister just being an arrogant bastard? Is Remy in love? Leave me comments, people! Remy's fate rests in your hands! Or not. Just leave me comments, because it makes me smile. Also, I apologize for the humor that didn't fit well in this chapter. Will resume in the next.