My Reasons III: Babysitting

Chapter 5 – Disney Fun

Remy laid on his stomach, head on the pillow, and gazed into Liz's eyes. She was hugging a pillow, also laying on her stomach. Remy smiled and gently reached over to rub her back.

"Don't even think about it, Cajun!" Liz said.

"Pweeease, Mommy?" Remy said, imitating their oh-so-cute daughter as he pouted and gave her puppy eyes. "Remy loves you, Lizzy."

Liz smiled. "Nuh-uh, Daddy, Mom's real mad at you!" Liz said, just like their sons did, every time Remy did something asinine (which was quite frequently). Remy smirked at her propped his head up in one of his hands, gazing at her flirtatiously. "You know, the older you get, the goofier that smirk of yours is."

"Y'know, da older y'get, da less perky y' –" Remy was silenced when his wife leapt on top of him. "Remy t'ought y'mind respond a lil'bit different t'dat."

Liz leaned down and kissed him. "Such a pity, what shall I tell the children?"

Remy's droopy eyelids widened just as Liz pushed the pillow onto his face and began to smother him. "Sorry, children, I smothered your father in his sleep!" She squirmed as Remy began to tickle her sides and then let go of the pillow to grab his hands. Lacing his fingers with hers, Remy flipped her over, holding her down.

"Now, chere, y'wouldn't kill Remy." He smirked and kissed her. "Dat would break Becky's lil heart. Da boys would jus' blow some stuff up and move on."

She sighed. "She's such a Daddy's girl. I remember the days."

"Ha! Like y'ever gonna outgrow it!" Remy rolled his eyes. "Y'aren't…right?" He asked, slightly panicked. "Cause Remy couldn't handle Becky outgrowin' him. Dat would break mon heart!"

"Oh yes." Liz said, making Remy frown. "She'll fall in love," She kissed Remy. "And then, her man will take your place, and you, Remy Lebeau, will be reduced to…my father!"

"NOOOOON!" Remy said, agonizingly.

"You're sounding a lot like Daddy right now." She said.

"Merde, go back to smotherin' Remy, dat's much better dan dis!" Remy said. "Least Remy'll still have his boys. Dere a handful."

Liz giggled and kissed him. "To say the least. Remember when they were babies and couldn't speak or walk?"

"Oui, dose were good times!" Remy said, chuckling. "Y'noticed we spent most of our vacation from de kids talkin' about dem?" He rolled over next to his wife and sighed. "Do y'miss 'em?"

"No...well, yeah! But still…" Liz said, giggling. "Do you have any idea how much trouble my father is probably having right at this moment?"

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"Hot dogs are not healthy!" Sinister yelled.

"Cake!"
"Pretzels!"
"Ice Cream!"
"Pickle!"
"Soda!"

"Cheeseburger!"

Fifteen minutes later, all three children were laid out on the grass of Disneyworld, clutching their stomachs. "Grampa, my tummy hurts!"

"And you wonder why because…?" Sinister asked Adam, who had single-handedly downed more food than should have physically been possible.

"You let us!" Etienne yelled. "You're s'possed t'be a doctor!"

Becky groaned and crawled into Sinister's lap. "And you children! You have a large cavity that leads to your stomach. Do try to limit the amount and quality of what you put into it!" Whining for what seemed to be the millionth time, Becky pulled on his shirt.

"Grampa, I wanna ride the teacups!" She said.

"No way! She picked the last one!" Adam said. "Scary rides!"

"Yeah!" Adam said.

In truth, Sinister was slightly frightened by some of the rides. He hated being startled more than anything, especially with the Lebeau kids bringing his paranoia to peaks unknown. And they had bickered non-stop over what they were going to do. Mediating demons, it seemed, was something he had neglected to master during his long life. "Alright, we will ride ONE scary ride and then we will ride the teacups."

"Pirates!" The twins said unanimously.

After a very long wait, during which Sinister covertly used a special gas to make people lose interest and thus shorten the line, they finally got up to the ride. Becky, who was just barely tall enough to get on the ride, sat next to her grandfather, holding on to him for dear life. "It's just a ride, sweetheart." He said.

Etienne laughed. "Look, Becky's scared!"

"Etienne…" Sinister threatened. Just as the ride was starting, Becky began to cry, the twins began to laugh even harder, and Sinister was caught off guard and ended up blasting the crap out of part of the ride. All of the people riding began to scream, the twins then whooped and picked the locks on their collars, assuming Sinister's outburst to be justification for them to use their powers.

"Yay t'go, Gramps!" They yelled, pointing at Sinister, who cowered beside Becky, who was crying out of sheer terror. By the time the ride ended, half of it had been demolished and the twins discovered the 'charging game,' which involved hanging off the ride and charging anything their hands touched. Stunned by the damage, it took Sinister a moment to regain composure after the ride stopped.

Of course, two security guards were standing by, wanting to question the mutants. "Police! We're gonna be on COPS!" Adam yelled as the twins seemingly disappeared into thin air, utilizing their learned thieving tactics. Weighing his options, Sinister decided to pick Becky up and teleport away, then come back for the twins. Until Adam suddenly reappeared and stole one of the guards handcuffs, handcuffing the two guards together as his brother stole the other guards cuffs and cuffed the other guard to the metal railing. Both security guards were unable to chase them as Sinister teleported them to a different area of the park.

"What were you thinking!" He started yelling at the obviously satisfied twins. "Where on earth did you even learn that?"

"Papa!" They answered in unison as Essex tried to pry Becky off his back. "Cool, huh?"

"NO!" He boomed. "Just wait until I get my hands on your good-for-nothing father!" Sinister said as Becky finally slid into his arms and onto the ground. "What demonic force possesses you?"

"Fun!" Adam yelled.

"How the hell is almost being arrested fun?" Sinister yelled, his panic attack slowly beginning to recede.

"Handcuffs are fun!" Etienne said. "We know you play with 'em, cause we found some under your bed!"

Essex winced and then began laughing loudly. He sat down on a bench and pulled each of the twins onto his lap.

"What's so funny, Grampa?" Becky asked.

"I was just remembering the days I thought having your father around was going to be the death of me." He continued laughing. "This really is so much worse. You kids have to be the worst trio I have ever encountered, and I wrote the book on bad guys. Even Sabertooth is afraid to babysit you!"

"Uncle Vicky!" Adam yelled. "Uncle Vicky never plays with us!"

"That's because you set his fur on fire the last time he came around." Sinister replied. "Now, where are those teacups?"

Just as they arrived at the teacups ride, Sinister turned and cursed loudly. "Where are your brothers?"

Becky, who Sinister had to carry, looked up from his chest. "Dunno." Ready to track them and then take them straight home, Sinister remember that their trackers were attached to the collars, which were somewhere under the Pirates ride.

"What am I going to do with them?" Essex asked his granddaughter.

"Dunno. Can we ride the teacups still?" She asked, beaming up at him.

"Of course!" Sinister said. "I've been wanting to – oh hell, you're an empath! A strong one." He smiled dumbly at the girl. "Okay, let's ride the teacups!"

After a series of princess exhibits, children's rides, and having his picture taken with Snow White AND Cinderella, Becky fell asleep in her grandfather's arms, leaving him to his own free will again. "I sincerely hope she does not realize she has the power to do that." He said as he walked around the park, looking for the twins.

And then he spotted a plume of smoke.

"Well, that was easy." He said to himself as he walked toward it, sneaking up on two red-headed Cajun's who were paying a little too much attention to the fact that they had just blown up Cinderella's Castle.

"Yeah!" Adam said. "Take that, you stupid snob!"

Etienne laughed and gave his brother a high-five. Sinister would later learn that Adam had accosted one of the costumed Cinderella's, met rejection, and blew the entire castle up as vengeance. "I sincerely hope some mysterious disease kills me before they turn eight. God knows what they'll be doing by then." He said, groaning as the four teleported back to his lab.

After putting the children to bed, Sinister lit a fire in the fireplace and threw a single photograph into the fire. Fortunately, what was left of his reputation would be safe. Unfortunately, no one would ever get to see the joy on Sinister's pallid face from meeting his favorite Disney Princess, Sleeping Beauty.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

Next Chapter: A Fairy Tale, Sinny-Style

BlkDiamond – Yeah, Remy would be a fun although ultimately asinine husband. Blowing stuff up, acting dumb, then giving his wife that smile…I'm surprised no fanfic author has knocked all his teeth out in a story yet.

BJ – I used to know a snake named Trix. I so stole his story.

B Oots -- Here it is, hope you like.