Hi everyone. This WAS originally s'posed to be a one shot but...well here is chapter two back by popular demand. A whole lot of y'all thought it could be a great story and I realized you're pretty much right so this won't be huge but I think maybe I can continue it a little bit. In all honesty, I never got so many reviews on one story after such a short time. So Y'all asked and I'm giving it to ya. Don't plan on this being as long or as regular as BID or 24 hours but I'll see what I can do.

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Kitty chuckled to her self as she scribbled on her paper. "Hm, like, what flowers?.."

"Personally, my favorite is carnations. But that's just me." Jean smiled and dropped to the grass beside the younger girl. "What are you doing? Lance came out to find you and quickly came back in saying if we asked him no questions, he'd tell us no lies."

"Hey Jean." Kitty didn't look up. "I'm just planning a wedding. No big."

The red head raised an eyebrow. "So Lance proposed then?"

"No. Wait why do you ask? Is he hinting?" She smiled hopefully.

Jean grinned secretively. "That would be telling. Wouldn't it? So then are you planning your wedding before someone proposes so you won't be jittery?"

"Like, my wedding's been planned since I was in ninth grade. This isn't mine." Kitty went back to her planning.

"Then who...?"

"That would be telling now wouldn't it?" She teased. "Hm...Do you think she'd object to roses? Hm...maybe we could get some black ones...But red and purple would be great too...oh and white too. Maybe Ororo could grow them..."

"Kitty..."

"Hm, do you think Rogue would look better in a princess style gown, or maybe something Victorian?"

"Rogue is getting married?" Jean asked in surprise. "Since when? I didn't even know she's dating anyone..."

Kitty looked up startled. "Oh, he didn't ask her yet. But they are like, so totally a match made in heaven. I'm just helping them along, because they're like, so totally both in denial."

"Kitty...who are you talking about?"

"Oh...Remy. Rogue said she'd give him a chance. I can't wait. He's totally over the moon for her and she, like, adores him too. She just doesn't know it yet."

Jean sighed. "Kitty, don't jump ahead too far. He has a history. He's been with more girls than Pietro if that is possible. Don't encourage Rogue to throw herself into a relationship that will only hurt her."

From up in her room, Rogue moved away from the window and resisted the temptation to slam it shut. Who was Jean to act like Rogue was a baby? Did nobody trust her own judgment? Obviously not if Kitty even thought she needed her own wedding planned for her. Wasn't it a normal thing for young girls to plan their weddings as kids?

Rogue wouldn't admit it for the world, but she had her ideal wedding set back when she was thirteen. She had the dress and everything planned. All that was missing was the perfect groom until her powers came in. Then she buried that plan far away. She could never get married if she could never touch. What would the point be anyway?

She sighed and flopped down on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling and frowned. It was tempting to tell Kitty that roses were corny and she had always wanted a gown with a long veil and no straps and a gauzy skirt. But that would mean admitting she'd been eavesdropping with Logan's acute hearing. She began to drift to sleep while thinking about what she'd just learned.

Meanwhile, out in the yard, Kitty huffed indignantly. "Jean, don't you trust Rogue's ability to judge him? And why are you being so judgmental? Haven't you noticed how much he's changed since he came here?"

"Who Remy? Well yeah, who hasn't? He's gone from the competition for Pietro and Tabitha in the 'who can sleep with the most people' contest to Mr. Mysterious. He hasn't been drinking any more. He quit that awful smoking habit of his and now he never wears sunglasses. But still, he was one of Magneto's right hand henchmen. And he is a thief."

"Like, that's not fair. He can't help how he was raised." Kitty argued. "It's like I can't help being a Cubs fan. That's how all his family was Jean. And well, not all of Magneto's recruits had a choice." She said softly. Jean could tell that there was more to the story than what Kitty had said but she didn't press for it.

"Kitty, I just don't want Rogue jumping into a relationship with him right now. She's had it rough enough. I don't think it would be a great idea for her to get a broken heart."

"She's not the one I worry about." Kitty smiled softly. "She's a big girl. She can deal with anything he throws. Even if things go badly, it wouldn't be her first heartbreak you know."

"Oh yeah that Cody kid in Mississippi, right?" Jean frowned as she tried to remember him. Kitty raised an eyebrow.

"Like, Not exactly who I meant." Kitty chuckled.

"Oh?" Jean tilted her head to the side and followed Kitty's gaze to the golden band on her finger. "No! Are you serious? She did not like..."

"Scott? You mean you didn't know?"

"We were never that close. Oh wow. I didn't know that. No wonder she was so surly at the wedding. I'd have been a bit cranky if I had to be in a situation like that too." Jean sighed. "Well that explains part of why we never seemed to get along. I was a threat to her."

"Don't worry she's over him. And Remy's affection came just in time. Maybe this whole thing will make her happier."

Jean smiled as Kitty went back to her notes. "That would be nice. But I don't want to see a teammate hurt."

"Me either Jean. But I don't like seeing her so miserable either. But something tells me he wouldn't be the problem. I think she'd flee at the first sign of trouble. He really does like her. Apparently he sings in the shower about how he adores her." She giggled.

"I bet he has quite the voice." Jean winked. "Well I'll go inform Lance that you're not crazy." She rose and headed inside. "Don't stay out too late. Curfew for the minors is eleven tonight."

Kitty nodded. "Alright. It's just such a nice night. I'll be in soon."

Jean nodded and walked to the door. Then she turned with a smile. "She likes tulips. But you didn't hear it from me."

Kitty blinked in confusion as the older woman entered the mansion. Then she grinned and scrawled it in her notes.

Meanwhile, Tabitha had entered the boys' dormitory wing and was standing in the hall mentally deciding if she should do what was on her mind. Agitated, she leaned back and hit her head against the wall with a thump as she settled to the floor. The door to her left opened and Bobby looked out curiously.

"Hey Tabby. What brings you to this neck of the mansion. Or would it be who?" He smirked impishly.

"Funny." She rolled her eyes. "Actually, I was looking for Gambit's room. I have to talk to him." She shrugged up to the smirking guy standing to her side.

"Right." Well, his room is two down on the other side. Be careful, he shares with that crazy arsonist wannabe, the tin man, and Alvers." With that Bobby winked and closed the door. Tabitha heard the music from some Mario game or another start up and rolled her eyes. Bobby and Alex always had their stupid tournaments for Lorna's affection. Jamie played too but was usually excluded after things took on a green haired gleam. And afterwards, Evan would usually start an argument about surfing versus skating. Being a Summers apparently sets the bar high for a guy.

So Tabitha moved down the hall. She stood nervously in front of the door she wanted and fidgeted. She knew that the rumors were probably already starting with Bobby and his roommates. Yet, she felt that this was right somehow, that she owed it to him and Rogue. So she took a deep breath and knocked a few loud times.

The door opened and Lance was looking crazed. "Oh its you. Run while you still can." He whispered urgently. She raised an eyebrow but made no motion to move. So he sighed and allowed her entrance. "I know you don't want to see me so who are you here for? Pyro? Colossus? Or Gambit?"

"The last one. Is everyone decent?"

"Like you care anyway, but yeah."

"Thank you." Tabitha entered the room and gazed around. Four bunk beds, no question who belonged in which. The top bunk on one side of the room had bright orange sheets with a blue and purple flame trim. There were pictures of fire papering the wall and ceiling of that area. The top on the other side had nondescript blankets in a natural earthy color. A few pictures and a poster or two hung by the bed and a guitar leaned casually against the foot of the bed. The bottom on that side was pristinely made. Not a wrinkle was present on the soft gray bedding. There were various sketches and paintings hung on the wall. And the fourth and final bed obviously belonged to Gambit as he had collapsed onto it and pulled a blood red pillow with black trim over his head.

Tabitha followed Lance. "We have company guys." Pyro looked up from the TV documentary on forest fires to grin. "A Sheila! Wanna watch TV?" She smiled and shook her head. Colossus smiled softly and nodded at her before returning his focus to his easel and paints.

"Uh...is he alive?" She pointed to Gambit.

Pyro shrugged. "No clue. If he don't git up then maybe he died." She looked startled so he walked over and prodded the Cajun in the side. "Oy Mate. Ye got a visitor. An' its a Sheila."

"Go 'way. Told y' s'not Remy's." He mumbled in his sleep.

John looked to Tabitha who looked dreadfully confused. "You'll have to excuse me mate, Sheila. And people say its me what's a psycho. Alas," he sighed. "none of them ever hear him when he's sleep talking." He shook his head sympathetically. "Poor bloke. If I was to guess, all his explosions addled his poor little Cajun brains." Suddenly his attention was caught by the firefighters on the documentary. "No! You blooming idiots! Don't put the fire out! It did nothing to you! Stop! AH! NOT THAT! ANYTHING BUT THE HOSES! The poor fire..." He got really close to the TV and looked ready to burst into tears. "The pretty fire didn't deserve to die so young." He wiped tears away.

Tabitha cast an alarmed glance to Colossus who shrugged. "It's his favorite videotape."

Lance rolled his eyes from up on his bed where he was tuning his guitar. "Don't worry this is pretty usual for them Tabby. Gambit falls asleep and sleep talks. Some of it could actually be used as blackmail but...uh I don't wanna sink that low."

"In other words, he's got something as bad or better on you." Tabitha crossed her arms in amusement. Lance ignored the statement.

"Anyway, The Russian over there never really says too much. Just paints or draws. And Pyro watches that tape over and over again. He calls it one of the best-written dramas and/or tragedies he's ever seen. Of course, being the pyromaniac he is, it gives him nightmares. Fortunately for me, he's close enough to Colossus to beg him to stay up until he falls asleep." Lance sighed as if stating he felt he was only sane person in the room.

Tabitha nodded sympathetically. "Fortunately for me, Amara, Jubes, and that Lorna chick are pretty much okay. Well, except when Iceman's name comes up. Then its pretty much a three way cat fight and I get to videotape and referee, for black mail purposes only of course."

Lance rolled his eyes. "Yeah, so I'll tell Gambit you stopped by. Oh and if you run into Kitty, could you say hi for me?"

"Do you want me to hug her and kiss her and say you love her too Lancey?" Tabitha batted her eyes mockingly.

"Cute. Bye now."

Suddenly Remy's pillow moved. "Did John say dere be a fille here?" He murmured.

"Yeah, just one of my old housemates Gambit, nothing to worry about." Lance winked at Tabitha and mouthed. "Watch. Three. Two. One." He gestured dramatically as the Cajun sat up very quickly, scanning the room with wide demonic eyes. Unfortunately he was too tall to sit up so quickly so he hit his head.

"Oh Merde! (merde means shit in French)" He cursed and rubbed his head.

He opened his eyes hurriedly and smiled but noticed Tabitha standing there suppressing a giggle and it faded. "Oh. S' just you."

"Well you sure know how to make a girl feel loved." Tabitha scowled. "Expecting someone else?"

"Wishing for someone else, more like." Lance laughed.

"Someone like a certain Southern belle?" Tabitha smirked.

Remy's face clouded. "Don' y' ever say dat word 'gain."

Colossus's face paled. "Comrade, she does not know any better. Do not get angry with her."

"Know what?" Tabitha asked curiously.

"None y' business fille." Remy snapped rudely.

"Don't bite my head off, LeBeau." She snapped back. "I just came here to talk. See if I ever try to help anyone ever again!" She threw her arms up and sighed in exasperation.

"Huh?" Remy tilted his head to the side.

"We need to talk. Now. In private." She gestured for him to come out into the hall and all three of the other boys watched curiously.

He closed the door behind himself and raised an eyebrow. "So what dis about?"

Tabitha sank to the ground and patted the floor beside her. "This is going to take a little while." He hesitantly sat down in front of her.

"Well, I...uh should probably start with why there was a camera in the bathroom."

"Say no more." Remy put up a hand. "Remy didn't do it. More like Quickie's style. Y' bes' bet is t' check wit' him."

A faint pink blush that crept to her cheeks shocked him. "Um, it wasn't in the GIRL'S bathroom..."

"Den personally, Remy'd check wit' Da Costa ou Dukes."

"Huh! Oh Roberto and Freddy definitely don't swing that way." She shook her head. She matched her blue eyes to his red and black and wondered if she should be doing what she was about to. She wondered if she should try to snag the swamp rat for herself but then guilt overwhelmed her at the thought. He already adored Rogue.

"It was a girl who put it in there." She said shamelessly. He raised an eyebrow. She averted her gaze and her cheeks grew slightly pinker. "It was...it was...it-was-me." she mumbled quickly.

"Pardon? Remy no speak Pietro-ese."

"I did it." She forced herself to look at him.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "So who did y' see?" She gave him a significant look as if to call him an idiot. The other brow shot up. If he was embarrassed he didn't show it. "So, y' like what y' saw?"

"Nah. I'm allergic to that stuff Blue uses for his fur." She said casually. "The view was okay until you put that bottle in the way." She explained. "Nice abs by the way, how much do you work out to get them that defined?"

"Way too much." He winced at the memory of the danger room work out with Logan earlier. "But, y' gotta be in shape if Logan picks y' t' be his personal punchin' bag in de danger room."

"Oh." Tabitha nodded. "Well anyway...you...uh...have a nice shower singing voice." She commented casually.

He swallowed slightly. "Oh dat..."

"Look...this is all new to me but here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the incriminating tape. "This is the original and I didn't make copies."

"What's de catch?" He asked suspiciously as he held the tape gingerly.

"I don't really want anything and believe me it surprised me too." She cut him off at the widening of his eyes. "Well, I want to help. I think how you feel for Rogue is sweet. And I think its possible she might have feelings for you."

"Pah. Remy coulda told y' dat petite. De Rogue hates Remy. She wishes dat he die a painful deat' an' never bot'er her 'gain."

Tabitha smirked. "You really have been avoiding her lately haven't you? Question is, are you even in the same time zone?"

"What's dat s'posed t' mean?"

"Well for starters, she's been asking questions about the changes. She's worried. And she was nearly drooling over that tape."

"She what! Y' showed it t' her! Of all people!" He asked, with a look that made him look like she'd just kicked his puppy into the street.

"Well nobody's perfect." Tabitha shrugged. "And I only watched it to the dedication before I showed her. How was I supposed to know she wasn't allowed to know!" She asked innocently.

"Dis is de end. She gonna charge in here an' have Wolvie gut Remy." He sighed dramatically. "An' here Remy was just gittin' t' like his inside organs inside where dey b'long."

"Oh don't be such a drama queen...er king." She rolled her eyes. "She has no murderous intentions...well toward you anyway." She grinned sheepishly. "But the point is, she was totally gushing over the whole thing. She was nearly drooling as we watched the tape and she looked like she was going to cry with how sincere you sounded. She likes your voice." A suggestive gleam jumped to Tabitha's mischievous blue eyes. "Well, I don't think that's all she likes about you..."

He smiled softly. "Dis her or y'?"

"Oh puh-lease!" Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Do I look shy? Do I look like I have problems saying you're hot as all hell and you are serious hot stuff and I wish you were all mine?"

"Non. Y' seem a bit mo' bold." Tabitha raised an eyebrow. He looked hopeful. "So some o' dis be comin' from Rogue? Fo' real?"

"Well duh. The point is I think she likes you. I'm pretty sure she'd give you a chance if you asked her out. And the only problems would probably be Blue, the Summerses, and Wolvie. And the only real trouble would be the Badger but he doesn't really like any of us girls dating."

"Oh so jus' de un who already got a personal vendetta 'gainst Remy. Nuttin' t' worry 'bout then." He sighed sarcastically.

"Oh ye of little faith." Tabitha shook her head. "I have a theory. Badger likes us girls. If she really does like you, he can't hurt you without hurting her. And everyone knows she's his favorite. Rogue's like a daughter to him."

Remy nodded. "Oui. Which makes it all de worse. Remy dealt wit' enough angry pères t' last a lifetime."

"It'll be alright. Don't be so quick to judge. Badger just likes bullying guys around. He scared the living crap out of Bobby and the others at first."

"Petite, he still does." Remy raised an eyebrow.

"Well that's because they try to break the rules." She rolled her eyes as if it was obvious. "What do you say? I'll help you, but on one condition. You can't hurt her. I'm dead serious she's been used to much. If I help you, you cannot hurt her. Can you manage that?" She asked seriously.

"Petite, She de firs' fille dat Remy actually don' wanna sleep wit'. Remy wanna git t' know her an' actually have a real r'lationship. Wit' actual dates an' stuff." He closed his eyes in thought. "Dere be no intention t' hurt nobody. Dat why Remy bin stayin' away. Don' need none o' y' kids findin' out. Fo' de love o' N'Arlins, Remy be twen'y years old. Twen'y one in October. Would it do t' have everyone an' his brother's dog t' know dat Remy head over heels fo' a petite seventeen yeah old fille?"

"No. I guess not." Tabitha shrugged. "What is it with guys and not showing emotion?"

"We ain' allowed t', petite." He rolled his eyes.

"Exactly hun," She put a finger to his chin. "And that's why women have a longer lifespan. So are you serious? If so, I'll help, for a price."

"A price?" He inquired.

"What you think I do this kinda thing for free? I don't think so. I don't do charity. I have a reputation to keep ya know." She winked.

"Fine. Fifty bucks. An' y' help Remy wit' his problem. Y' deliver messages an' give advice an' be dere when y' needed. An' y' don' tell nobody else."

"Make it sixty."

"Fifty-five an' not un penny mo', deal ou no deal?" He stuck his hand out to her.

She pretended to consider then grabbed his hand. "You got yourself a deal. Fifty-five bucks."

"Okay. Remy'll have de money fo' y' t'morrow mornin'."

"So why fifty-five?" She asked curiously.

"Cuz dat's all dat Cyke's li'l brot'er has in his wallet." Remy smirked with a gleam in his eye. "T'ank y' Tabit'a. Y' services be really appreciated." The two rose and he awkwardly hugged her. "Bon nuit, petite. We kin start dis t'morrow." He kissed the back of her hand and retreated to his room.

Tabitha smiled and was about to head back to her own room when the door beside her opened. "Well, well, well." Was all Roberto DaCosta had to say. He stood there shaking his head.

"Ah guess yo' back up ta ya old tricks." Sam Guthrie glowered at her.

"What do you mean? She asked hesitantly.

"Toying with another guy's emotions. And bringing cash into it too. Gambit? Jeez Tabitha, how much lower can you sink?" Ray Crisp crossed his arms.

"Huh? Oh Remy and I aren't-"

"Save it."

"But its not what you think!" She started indignantly. "There's nothing going on between us!"

"Right. Just like ya love me." Sam sighed with a snarl. "And nothing's going on with you and Roberto or Ray. Or at least nothing was when you were with me."

"That was different. If you just let me explain-"

"Oh shut up. We heard your conversation with him. Sounded pretty cozy." Ray sneered.

"But I'm just-"

"Don't waste your breath Smith." Roberto rolled his eyes. "And you should probably go get your rest. You know, if you are going to be giving Gambit your services starting tomorrow and that."

Startling tears welled in her eyes. "I said I'm sorry." She whispered.

"Sorry isn't good enough, Boom-Boom. Sorry isn't just a band-aid you can stick on every little hurt or every big problem." Sam bit his lip angrily. "Sorry can't undo what you did."

"I never meant for it to-"

"Oh just shut up you slutty blond bimbo!" Roberto crossed his arms. "We don't want to hear it. All your lies, the heartbreak, the headache, it isn't worth it. You aren't worth it."

She burst into tears and turned to run, in the mean time, bumping into Quicksilver who looked confused as he stood in the hallway listening to the argument. He blinked and followed the path of the distraught girl down the hall with his eyes.

"What-are-your-problems?" He asked angrily. "Why-did-you-make-her-cry?"

"Why do you care?" Ray challenged. "She got less than she deserves Maximoff. For what she did."

"Which-was...?" Pietro tapped his foot and then looked at his watch. "I-don't-have-all-day. I'll-just-go-talk-to-her-then." With that he zoomed off leaving the trio of disgruntled boys to get back into their room.

In seconds he arrived at the door to Tabitha's room. He knocked and entered without waiting for a response. To his immediate shock, the blonde was weeping into her neon pink pillowcase with her three roommates sitting around and comforting her.

"Shh, Tabby it will be alright." Amara smiled soothingly as Lorna patted her back encouragingly.

"Like, what are you doing here Maximoff?" Jubilee noticed him and frowned. "Are you the person who made her so upset?"

"Who-me?" He asked in genuine surprise. "She-ran-into-me-in-the-hall-and-she-was-already-upset." He explained.

"Like, sure Pietro, we totally believe you." Lorna glared at the boy who she still believed to be her younger half-brother. "You make girls cry, like, all the time. Its like a hobby with you."

"That-is-not-true!" He glared.

She gave him a significant eye roll and went back to attempting to calm Tabitha down. To her surprise Tabitha whimpered something indistinguishable into her pillow. It sounded something vaguely like "imph an if faw. Neabe be arrow a nome"

"What? Tabitha? What did you just say?" Amara asked softly.

"See? She's upset and its his fault." Lorna accused with a perfectly manicured finger aimed at Pietro.

"I said, 'it's not his fault. Leave Pietro alone." Tabitha raised her head for a few moments, revealing a tear-stained miserable face before flopping back down weakly.

Pietro seemed disturbed by this sight but he shook his head to clear his mind. "All-I-know-is-Crisp, Da Costa, and-Guthrie-were-all-ganged-up-on-her-and-throwing-insults-at-her. Then-she-started-crying-and-ran-off-after-bumping-into-me. So-I-followed-because-I-wanted-to-know-what-was-going-on. They-were-fighting-outside-my-room. I-asked-the-guys-but-since-they're-Dumb-Dumber-and-Stupid-they-took-too-long-so-I-came-after-her."

"That's sweet." Amara smiled sweetly.

"Yeah...so...Boom-Boom? You okay?"

Her only response was a deep sigh. He sat down at her bedside in concern. "Boom-Boom? Please-talk-to-me?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone Speedy." She avoided his eyes.

"You-know, I-lived-with-you-for-long-enough-to-know-that-you-say-that-when-you-really-need-to-talk." He raised an eyebrow. "So-get-talking. I-need-my-beauty-sleep-and-so-do-you. Especially-when-you're-crying-yourself-a-freaking-river." He smirked as she grabbed her pillow and smacked him in the face with it.

"Jerk." She grumbled.

"Crybaby." He said with challenge in his eyes.

"Pain in the butt."

"Eyesore."

"Idiot." She smiled slightly

"Ditz." He shot back.

"Albino freak."

"Dumb blonde."

"Egotistic moron."

"Psycho witch."

"Daddy's boy."

"X-geek girl."

"Turkey brain."

"Cheese face."

"Jock."

"Loser."

"Prep,"

"Punk."

"Boy"

"Girl."

"Idiot."

"Meanie."

She raised her eyebrows "Meanie? What are you, four?"

He stuck his tongue out at her. "I'm-rubber-you're-glue. Whatever-you-say-bounces-off-me-and-sticks-to-you."

She whacked him with the pillow again. "I'm older."

"I-look-better."

"Oh you do not!"

"Do so!"

"No you don't!" Tabitha's pillow smacked him again.

"Yes-I-do!" He snatched her other pillow and smacked her with it.

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Nuh-uh!" She insisted as each time she responded, Pietro received a whack to the head from her pillow.

"Yeah-huh!" Pietro matched each hit with one of his own.

"You don't!"

"I-do-too!" The two stubborn, (and immature) mutants had gotten closer and closer with each response so the pillow would have more force when it hit the other. Both glared into the other's blue eyes. A simultaneous smirk curled their lips as they both swung the pillows at the same time. They collided and burst, sending feathers every which way. It looked like a blizzard of feathers, and this sent Tabitha cracking up.

"It's snowing feathers!" She giggled and twirled around in it. She slipped and fell. "Help me up Speedy." She held her arms up like a small child.

"Why?" He tilted his head.

"Cuz it's slippery." She pouted.

He rolled his eyes and helped pull her to her feet. She stumbled and tripped closer to him. She laughed and then made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They were deeper than she remembered, making her feel like she was in a different galaxy than him. He looked thoughtful and distant. Yet his arms were right here on this planet, still holding her up. She got lost in his gaze.

He smiled softly and subconsciously moved a blond bang from her face. A finger traced the tear streaks in concern. He moved in slightly and looked at her closer. She smiled and moved up to kiss him.

Both seemed in a state of dream until a loud growl brought them back to the room. Wolverine's gaze swept over the three girls giggling quietly in their own beds, the burst pillows and mess of feathers, all before landing on Pietro Maximoff leaning down slightly to kiss Tabitha.

"What the Devil is going on in here?" He growled in warning.

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Hi people. As I guess you can tell, this is turning into a story. I figured out where I can take it, and I hope you all enjoy it. I think I'll change the name to Hearts' Desires or something a little later. So how'd I do with the Tabbietro? I have acquired a taste for it lately but I'm not too used to writing it. As always tell me what you think, I love feed back. Review for the love of the review Swedish like Ninja monkeys!