Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel.

JannieWolf -- :D Thanks for the comment! Vengeance is awesome.

BJ – Glad you liked. Here's more for you guys!

My anonymous readers:

While I love the fact that so many of you are enjoying this story (it's my most successful fic yet by far), I'd love it if more people left me comments. I don't bite, really. I did this one time, and it was because I was asked to do so. And I bit a dog once when I was little as vengeance because it bit me first. But other than that, you have no fears! So, when you get to the end of this chapter, I fully expect feedback from you guys.

Chapter 5 – Worst Case Scenario

Six Months Later…

"I thought you were supposed to sleep until noon? It has been seven months, and Liz outsleeps you nearly everyday." Sinister said, cooking. It was quite the routine, both men secretly looked forward to it. They'd wake up and cook breakfast together, bickering, arguing, and occasionally wrestling.

"Eh, Remy wore her out. Like most nights, eh?" Remy said. "We don somet'in' new last night. She may be limpin'."

Sinister frowned and slapped Remy across the face with the hot spatula in his right hand, causing a burn in the shape of the grooves. "Oh look, something that is new for you and will leave a lasting impression!"

"Merde!" Remy winced and rubbed his cheek. "Y'mean!"

"I do have to make up for the mornings you are going to miss." Sinister said to him.

Remy went on a three day, two night mission with the X-Men, giving Essex and Liz a fairly rare window of quality time. That night, they were sitting on the couch watching movies and eating ice cream straight out of the tub of Cookies n' Cream sitting between them. Sinister enjoyed having Remy out of his lab, he was free to be himself around his daughter, something he didn't feel comfortable doing with Remy around.

"Liz, what do you think we should watch next?" He said.

"What do we have left, Daddy?" She replied.

"Animal House and Steel Magnolias." Sinister frowned and put the last one down. "Too depressing." He said, putting in Animal House and plopping back on the couch next to his daughter. "I love this movie! It is quite possibly my favorite. Shh!" He held a finger up to his lips. Liz giggled at him, then resumed looking gloomy. "Sweetheart, why have you been so depressed lately?"

Liz sighed and shoved another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. "It's nothing."

"Nothing? I am still your father. And here I am, you can tell me anything." Sinister replied, hugging her.

"Not this." Liz said.

"Anything." Essex said, more firmly.

"Daddy, please just drop it." She said, turning her attention back to the movie.

The next morning, Essex found her sitting on an exam table the next morning. "Good Morning, Daddy." She casually swung her feet around. "I need your help."

He looked at the girl, who was clearly worried. "Princess, what on earth is wrong? Whatever it is, we'll fix it. Are you sick?"

"No, I'm broken." She said, almost breaking down into tears. "I can't get pregnant!"

Sinister's face completely lost it's expression for several minutes.

"Oh, hell. Elizabeth!"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Essex said as Liz started to cry. He brushed he black hair back and hugged her. "I just died and woke up in my worst nightmare…Can't you just get another pet? Monkeys are like babies so many ways, Princess. Especially potential Lebeaus, I captured Remy as a child once and he was more like a delinquent ape than a normal boy. No name, climbing on everything, making strange noises…"

"Daddy!" Liz said. "I do not want a monkey. I want a baby. Remy's baby."

Sinister shivered. "How about a kitten? A parrot? Oh, how about a wallaby?" Liz shook her head. "Badger? Otter? Ferret? Uh…I'll create you an animal and name it after you!"

"Daddy!"

He sighed and they both stiffened, sensing a familiar presence. "Probably a good thing Remy isn't here." Lizzy said, sliding off the table as Apocalypse suddenly kicked the door in.

"Sinister." Apocalypse said. "I have a task for you."

"I don't think so." Liz said, walking over to a refrigerator and pulling out a syringe. "Get out. Now."

"What?" Sinister and Essex both stared at her apparent annoyed tone. Sinister attempted to stand between them, only to be forcefully pushed aside by the angry woman.

"Look, I have my needs, and they out weight yours, Fishface. I need my father to help me accomplish my goals, which far outweigh yours." She said.

Apocalypse growled as Liz held a syringe to his throat. "What is more important than world domination?"

Liz rolled her eyes. "World domination my ass! Some kid will show up claiming to be Scott's offspring and blow you to pieces, or the X-Men will foil your plot, or whatever the hell else. You've had thousands of years to dominate. After awhile, it becomes an empty threat, asshole. Now get out or the techno-organic virus goes into your body. My STILL EMPTY uterus is so much more important than your half-baked dreams of having people give a damn about you and your power addiction."

Apocalypse growled and walked backwards. "NOW!" Liz hissed, her usually beautiful blue eyes flashing solid red. She opened a tesseract and blasted him through it.

Sinister just stared at the whole in the side of his lab. "The first time you use your powers to fight in two years is against Apocalypse? And only because he is delaying your plans to get pregnant?" Essex sighed. "I know what I need to do."

"Thanks Daddy." She said, smiling and sitting back on the table.

"Do you want a poodle or a Labrador?" Essex said.

"DAD!"

Essex gave his daughter the best pleading look he could manage. "Please tell me you aren't asking for my help."

"I could go see Hank, I guess." Liz said, knowing her father would never allow her to see other doctors because he disapproved of their much less advanced medicine. "But this would really make me happy. Don't you remember what it was like to be young and married?"

"Rebecca was not exactly Remy." He leaned back against the table and crossed his arms, briefly remembering his own youth. "I was hardly established, no more than a doctor with a little black bag and a need to help others. I think I may have been a little cavalier, but Rebecca was something else. Calm, educated…" Sinister stopped.

"Kind of like Remy and I?"

"Are you honestly comparing me to Remy?" Sinister said, almost offended, but smirking. "Does that mean I can walk around the lab barefoot and ignore the marvelous letter 'h'?"

"No. It's cute on Remy. With you, it would just be weird." She replied. "So, will you help me find out what's going on with me and then help me fix it?"

Essex slid up onto the table next to his daughter and groaned, as if in intense agony. "Darling, you are sure that there is no way you'll be happy without this?" She nodded. Sighing heavily, he cursed under his breath and hugged her. "You know I will always help you, but right now I need to go back to my room and beat my head on the wall until the concept of red-headed Cajun hellions running through my lab seems less terrible than the pain in my skull."

"Thanks, Daddy." Liz said, smiling.

…………………………………………………………………………………..

Next Chapter: That's a surprise.

C'mon…leave me a review. Pretty please?

It would make me happy. All of you anonymous ghost readers should at least make yourselves known. Also, I require comments on this:

I've been considering making my next story a parody of the Wizard of Oz (the movie, not the book), in which Remy gets knocked unconscious and goes to look for his biological parents in Oz. Thoughts?