AN: Today is one of favorite days of the entire year. I even composed a little ditty, to the tune of "On top of old smokey" to commemorate the occasion.

"On top of old smokey, all covered in blood

I killed my ex-boyfriend, and ripped out his lung."

I personally think its beautiful.

Jubilee wisely didn't reply as Scott's stiff figure militarily descended the steps and stood before them. Looking at a spot over their heads, Scott Summers monotonously stated, "You are late."

"Thanks for bringing us along," Jubilee said with each word dripping, like water dripping off John, with rich sarcasm.

A muffled, "Yeah thanks a lot asshole," was heard from behind the bloody t-shirt.

Scott merely said, "I did not realize that you were in the establishment. I never expected to find, minors, at the bar which was told to you both before you went that it was off-limits."

Jubilee rolled her eyes while John attempted to flip Scott off. But without that flipping off arm supporting his weight, he yet again fell to the gravel. Scott didn't even move and flatly said, "You both are banned from all extra-curricular activities. Do not even think of complaining to Xavier, he approved of it."

Scott did an about face and marched back into the manor, leaving Jubilee and John yet again. John groaned; Jubilee kicked him and said, "Shut up, at least he didn't take your lighters." Scott stopped and said, with thinly veiled cruelty, "Oh, by extra-curricular activities I also meant your powers, unless they are needed for class, of course. Which means, cough up your lighters John."

Scott walked back and looked down upon John's head with his hand held out. John shook his head in reply. Scott, looking displeased said, "Come with me, apparently Xavier and I must think of a more suitable punishment for you." With that, John was dragged to his feet and shephered into the building, leaving Jubilee outside alone. Re-adjusting her messenger bag, she slipped into the building after those two and hurried to her room.

The sound of shuffled papers was the first thing John heard as he was pushed through the door and placed, not too nicely, on a shiny horsehair chair. The soft glow from the overhead lights was reflected by the multitude of shiny objects in the office. The light hit John square in the eyes as Xavier's head moved up away from the files. Now the only sound in the room was John's raspy breath going in and out of his slightly open mouth. Xavier's penetrating stare seemed to look right into his soul. If it wasn't for the ominous shadow of Scott silently breathing down his neck, John would have chuckled; for all he knew Xavier was reading his soul. The annoying voice in his head said, or mind brilliant, as John mulled this over. Scott was the first to open his ever politically correct mouth and said, "John refuses to hand over his lighters."

John took his gravel pitted hand attempted to smooth over his hair. "Well Scott," John's muffled voice cam from behind the shirt, "if you had deigned to hear me out you would have learned that I do not have them on me."

Scott's voiced said loudly, "I can not believe that a pyro would be caught without the tools of his, trade. Apparently, being here has taught you nothing of honesty."

Xavier closed his eyes for a while and said with a slight smirk, "But apparently our school has taught him something. I do not think that the former Mr. Allerdyce would have used such an advanced word as 'deigned'.

John, as if to prove something, nodded his head violently in response. First, the blood went down his throat, making him cough like an emphysema patient. Secondly, his head collided with Scott's washboard abs and elicited a simply murderous stare from the recipient. What wasn't conveyed by the covered up eyes was conveyed even better by the hardening of the slight muscles on his jar.

Inbetween violent coughs and spazzes, John managed to mutter out an apology or two. Xavier chuckled and said to Scott, "We can talk about this some other time. It does not sound to me like Mr. Allerdyce here is capable of reasoning. Please escort him to Beast to check into that nose."

John knew a bruise was forming on that part of his arm that kept being jerked up in order to lead him around.

Half hidden in the shadows, two piercing red eyes looked down over the railing to get a better look at the blood splattered shirtless boy being jerked along by Scott. Doing a Cher hair flick, Remy displaced some annoying brown bangs which were interfering with his looking enjoyment. It wasn't everyday that that delicious morsel of hot boy went around shirtless and with blood to boot! Remy snorted softly (for it wasn't dignified for the amazing Remy LeBeau to snort) as John kept moving forward while Scott, with a vise grip on John's upper arm, made a sharp turn. Mostly with Scott's intervention, John managed to go in the right direction and disappeared from Remy's view. Curious as to where they were going and also to get a better look at John's torso, Remy looked for a way to get down from where he was. Completely ignoring the stairs, Remy grabbed a nearby stick from the room to the left being renovated and placed it perpendicularly on the balustrade of the grand staircase. With a hip flick that would make any kayaker proud, Remy contorted his body in such a way that he was grinding on a stick down the balustrade with a horrible screech from the metal stick contacting the varnish of the railing. Not quite noticing the end until he found himself flying off, Remy pushed the stick against the floor for anchoring as he did a basic flip and landed on his feet with a big "whoomph" sound.

Scott did an abrupt turn, nearly dislocating John's arm, to see what was making such a noise at this time of night. Making an inward bet with himself that it was Gambit, who Scott believed was part bat for his nocturnal nature, he faced Remy and the railing. One part was congratulating himself on a great guess while the other was staring stupidly at the nice wood balustrade with a big gash running down it. John used the time that Scott spent with his jaw on the floor to pry Scott's titanium fingers off of his poor abused flesh. Picking up his bloody t-shirt off the floor where it had fallen, he looked to see if Scott was paying him any mind. John could've sworn he saw Remy wink at him before Remy sauntered up to Scott and ask him if he liked what he saw. Realizing what Remy was doing, John quietly scurried down the hallway into the shadows.

Scott's eyes were torn off the railing as Remy's million dollar smile advance upon him. Scott chillily stated, "It is past curfew." Remy just spinned on his heel and stopped himself with a hand on Scott's bone-hard shoulder with a wink. Remy wiggled his eyebrows and said softly, "I have a secret."

Scott was in no mood for Remy-bat's antics. He turned to grab the delinquent's putty-like arm, but only found empty air. He turned angrily to Remy and amazingly spoke through clenched teeth, "Where did he go..to..?"

Remy pulled out a worn deck of cards from one of his numerous inner pockets of his duster and started shuffling the deck. His red eyes looked straight into Scott's like drills and Remy's face inched closer and closer. When a mere millimeter kept their noses from touching, Remy softly said, "Ok, ok, I'll tell you, but you have to say please."

Scott's back hurt and he really just wanted to let open a can of whoop-ass onto a certain 'rebel' mutant's flesh, but he still had his pride. Not even opening his mouth he barely murmured, "Lese"

Remy's soft mouth moved slowly, so Scott's eyes could follow it, right over to Scott's ears and seductively whispered, "Ah, say it, say it."

"Please," was the short word that Scott said, finally.

"Oky-doky!" Remy said as he did a backflip, barely missing Scott's face with his feet. Landing firmly on his feet he pointed down the hallway where John has disappeared down and said, "He went that way."

Scott snorted, he was a smart guy. Knowing Remy, and knowing John, Remy would probably try to direct Scott in the opposite direction just so he could laugh at him. But Scott, being the brilliant person that he was, figured all this out in just a mere second and started going down the hallway behind Remy. Remy scratched his head and called out to Scott, "But gov'ner, he went down that hallway."

Scott pretended not to hear.

Remy waited until Scott had turned a corner so he was out of Scott's field of vision before lightly stepping down the hallway after John.