Disclaimer: Miss Me Baby is a country song and does not belong to me either.

Later on, inside his room, Logan went to empty ou this pockets when he found the note. He read over the note. His mind wandered untill he came to the part about Sabertooth. He knew he had been right to be suspicious of her. Sabertooth was their enemy, she was his friend. He decided to try and get an explenation from her before jumping to conclusions. Then he reread the note, absorbing the little information. He crunched up the ball of paper, tossing it across the room into his trashcan. He missed.

(9:00pm That Evening)

The roar of a motercycle is heard. Spell is dressed in her black leather clothes again.

"Ready, Cajun?"

Remy Lebeau walked out the door, a sexy smile on his face.

"Where we going che're?"

"Just get on."

Spell motioned towards a gleaming bike with a blue black paint scheme. This bike stands out from anything else she owns. Obviously this bike is very special.

There is no time to talk on the way to a small place outside of town. The bike goes fast, but Remy knows it could go faster. When they stop, Spell hides her bike, even though its color makes it nearly invisible.

They sit down at the table. She lets Remy order and only orders a beer for herself.

"Still the same old Spell."

Spell smiled.

"Do you want to see Flash this weekend? You haven't seen her since she was 5."

Remy paused, asking himself.

"Remy, It's her 10th birthday. If you don't wanna see her just say so and I'll go away."

She looked into his worried red eyes.

"How about you spend Saturday with us, away from the team. Then you can decide if you want evey one else to see her."

Before he could answer a country love song, Miss Me Baby, came on. Spell began singing under her breath, her eyes fixed on her hands. One barely audile, strangled laugh came out. "How ironic." She whispered.

"Ya' ok, pet'ite?"
He reached over and lifted her head. There were tears falling from those deadly beautiful eyes. On flash of inspiration he pulled her to her feet.

"Dance?"

She buried her face in his shoulder untill the song ended. Then, refusing to meet his eyes,she spoke.

"Do you want to see your daughter?"

"Yes."

It was a hard decision. She had been born when he was only 19. He didn't know what to think.

Spell laid her hand on his shoulder.

"Uh...Rem?"

"Yes, Spell."

"Thanks."

Remy was taken aback. It just wasn't like Spell to say thanks. Prehaps this sexy, tough, enigma of a lady had weaknesses. Hell, he knew she did. Hadn't she sent him away every time she cried? He had usually found her with her head on Brian's chest,crying.He'd always envied him because Spell could cry to him.

Spell laughed, but there was a subtle change.

"What Rem? Didn't know I had manners?"

They danced and talked and caught up untill about 3 am. Then she took him home, going fast. She left him at his room before heading to her room. Standing at her door was Wolverine.

"We need to talk." She growled...

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