Okay, it was bad of me, and I know it… Its just a little hard not to slip into old routines, especially when that need to be away arises for a moment, and last night, I got it big.

Who would have thought that sometimes I get scared… except Marie of course! Darling Marie… I didn't realise that we'd stay so close, even without contact for so long. She –knew-. I don't know how, or why… Maybe I was projecting to her… but she came, and we left. We snuck out of my window and out of the grounds, into the City for the night… Dancing and drinking… Forgetting everything and just relaxing. She needed it as much as I did.

And there were the cutest guys there! I'm glad this isn't my beloved England.. I wouldn't have a moment of peace in a nightclub back home but here… not everyone knows who I am here. Except of course… Scott Summers and Warren Worthington III.

Who would have thought those two would have been in that club? What ARE the odds? I have a feeling they snuck out as much as Marie and I did, possibly their reasons for not dragging us back. They're both extraordinarily good dancers, no wonder they're so light on their feet in class and training.

Marie took a liking to a boy in the club as well… He just screams Sex Appeal, the way he moves, dances… speaks, even. Oh, his accent is to die for! He's Cajun… One of those voices that you can imagine whispering into your ear long into the night, be it sweet nothings or… other things. They look so cute together, almost comfortable. It's a shame we had to leave when we did… I wonder if she got his number, or gave hers…

Betsy

Oh my god… I can not believe I had hot flushes in class!

If only the guys weren't so cute here… and flexible… It shows just how much they train…

And if they will insist on working with their shirts off…

My classes are split into two, the younger kids and the adults. Jamie, Roberto, Bobby Ray, Sam are all in my younger, first class… Scott and John are in the adults, along with Angel, sorry, Warren. An hour of practise with the little ones, then straight into an hour and a half's session with the adults, plus anything anyone wants to stay behind for extra coaching… I've done at least 4 hours of martial arts teaching today, and I have a danger room session to run with Logan tonight, Lord knows why! Its enough to make a girl faint..

Although if Logan can't keep up with me in hand-to-hand non-powered combat, I'll have to insist that he joins my class as well… I wouldn't mind seeing him shirtless either.

There's been a guy hanging about Marie today as well… I've seen him before somewhere... John assures me its because he's a rat, but anything that boy says has to be taken with a pinch of salt, no matter how sane it may sound, or how hot he is without a shirt on. Shame about the girlfriend.. as in, him having one. Although he is significantly less crazy when she's about… and less fire obsessed too. He can't explain away her green hair though, because she sounds English, but she's not. He just shrugs when I ask him.

Anyway, the cute guy that's been hanging about Marie… John says he's a gambit, which is somewhat confusing when you know what the word is supposed to mean… Perhaps it's a trial for Marie to overcome? Or perhaps he just means an annoyance, from her response you'd think he was anyway. Mind you, back when I first met her, She'd probably have hidden interest and told him to "take ah hike" anyway.

Best not keep logan waiting, eh, luv?

Betsy

Oh dear, the plot thickens luv!

It appears that Marie's little friend is obsessed with her… His name's Remy LeBeau, aka, Gambit (well, that explains John…). He… well, he works for the guy who John used to… before he tried to confiscate John's lighters anyway (trust me, you don't want to know… I wish I didn't). I remembered why he looked so familiar too.. He's the guy from the club! The one she was flirting with!

I did a little digging of my own and Remy Etienne LeBeau is Prince of the Thieve's Guild… Raised by non other than my father's friend, Mattison LeCroix. Aunt Mattie is the female authority figure in Remy's life.

Oh yes, and the professor agrees that Logan needs Martial Art's lessons… maybe as Anger management. He doesn't appear to like "Gumbo" much at all, especially for his involvement, or lack of, with "Rogue", who Logan looks at like a daughter… weird huh?

A/N: I'm sorry I've been away so long… Most of you will have forgotten me, almost completely… but anyways, I've had this week off work sick, which is why so much stuff has been posted up lately, mainly chapters to previous stories, but it's a start right? I am working on a new chapter for More Than A Feeling… Thanks so much for your continued patience with an out-of-touch fan-fic-writer.