The Next Morning.
Remy saw someone laying in the hallway. He nearly gasped with shock when he saw it was Logan.
"What, Mon Ami' ,you to good ta' sleep in yo' room?"
Logan awoe with a start. He blinked a couple of times, trying to bring the world into focus.
With a low, gruff chuckle he answered ,
"No Gumbo, there's a woman in my room."
Gambit raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"But Gambit wonder why you not be in yo' room?"
He smirked,
"Right?"
Meanwhile the woman had woken up and locked herself in the bathroom, taking time to wash her long hair.
She dressed in the same clothes from last night before knocking on the door.
"You gonna let me out?"
She growled.
Logan unlocked the door and the woman laughed.
"Well, hello Rem!"
Her chuckle was low and smoky.
"Seem's like it's been forever."
Remy stuttered, his worst fear having been realized.
"Been a long time, chere. Missed ya, Spell."
With all the grace, beauty, and self-assurance of royalty, Spell placed a kiss on the cajun's mouth. Then she stepped back and looked him up and down.
"You look good, Rem."
All of the sudden Rouge came tearing down the hallway.
"Professer says Spell is here, but noone can find..."
Marie stopped in her tracks.
"Spell!"
Rouge hugged Spell enthusiasticly.
"Where ya been all night?"
Logan looked sheepish for a secound before Remy broke out in quiet laughter.
"Why, Chere, she's been locked up in Logan's room."
A look of shock crossed her face before Logan explained. What a joke! Perfect for a laugh at the meeting.
A few moments later all of them were in the beautifully decorarated meeting room where all the teachers and some students had gathered.
Am working on next chapter.>