#Logan and Blaze are helping Gambit get back to full fitness after a life-threatening injury. Meanwhile Angel has some unwelcome nighttime visitors#

Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, zip. Blaze owns me

A/N: Number nine in my Evo fics, though there is no need to read any of the others before you read this one. The only things you need to know is that Gambit has switched sides, and he has just recovered from a nasty injury received on a recent mission.

Scene 01

The smell of glorious cooking wafted through the hallways of the Xavier institute. Early morning sunlight streamed through the windows, creating Jacob's ladders on which dust motes danced and whirled. A stream of laughter was the younger X-Men leaving for school. Gambit paused, backed up against the wall out of harm's way, as Kitty, Kurt and Magma led the charge. The rest of the youngsters filed after them, barely even noticing the Cajun. Rogue gave him a sideways glance and half a smile as she brought up the rear of the group.

"Bye Remy, see ya after school," she told him.

"Have a bien day, Cherie," he offered with a wave. Only when they had all gone did Gambit decide it was safe to carry on towards the source of that wonderful smell. He carried himself with the wary dignity of someone who had recently borne a serious injury. His side, lacerated deeply by a mutant named Behemoth, still hurt if he overdid it, though his stitches had come out and the bruising diminished. He made it to the kitchen without any further drama, and peered round the door to see the room's two occupants busy cooking.

"Two eggs or three, Logan?" a dainty redheaded girl asked in a British accent. She looked over her shoulder at Wolverine from the refrigerator, tossing back long ringlet curls. She had big, doe-like brown eyes and a rosebud pout, with a dusting of freckles over a button nose. She was very attractive, with a air of little-girl-lost about her and a liking for the wilder side of life. This was the pyrokenetic called Blaze.

"Make it three," Logan grunted from where he was flipping rashers of bacon in a frying pan dripping with oil. There was a sizzle of sausages, and the burble of baked beans simmering nicely. A stack of buttered slices of bread sat by the hob, whilst several halves of juicy red tomatoes waited to be fried along with everything else. Blaze took six eggs from the refrigerator and shut the door with a flick of her hip. It was then she caught sight of the Cajun X-Man loitering in the door. Her face lit up, making Gambit grin with his own importance as he greeted her, "Bon matin Blaze."

"Salut Remy," Blaze responded in kind. "Ca va?"

"Starved," Remy answered. "What's for breakfast?"

"Have a seat," Wolverine instructed, as Blaze went and took over the frying pan, cracking the eggs into the fat and making them sizzle. Gambit closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose. The food smelt even better now he knew what was cooking. When he opened his eyes, his breakfast was in front of him. One giant bowl of dreary grey porridge, complete with lumps in it. Gambit's good mood evaporated, "What's dis? Why ain't I havin' what you are?"

"Because my patented full English breakfast is so bad for you, you can feel your arteries coating in cholesterol with every mouthful," Blaze replied cheerily. "You're only just out of the infirmary, I'm not going to be responsible for putting you back there just yet. Porridge is a healthy source of slow release energy, just like you're going to need today."

"Why?" Gambit asked suspiciously. "An' since when are you a nutritionist Cherie?"

"Since the Firefly an' I got put in charge of getting you back to full fitness, Gumbo," Logan argued as Blaze dished out the fry up onto two warm plates. "I got news for you, training starts right after breakfast, so eat up."

Gambit steeled himself and picked up his spoon. He winced as the porridge squelched disgustingly as he tried to dig out a mouthful. Immediately as he put the gloopy mess in his mouth and endeavoured to swallow the vile substance, he knew today was not going to be his day…

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