AN/ The plot bunnies were attacking my brain. It's 2:30 in the morning now as I start writing this. So, I apologize in advance if there's any suckiness on my part. Anyhoo. Chapter starts from Remy's point of view again. On with the show!

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I raise my hand to knock on the Professor's office door, when I hear, "Come in, Gambit," from inside.

"Y' know, dat's really creepy," I grumble as I walk inside.

Xandy and I sit down on the couch off to the side of the room. What can I say, sitting in the two chairs exactly opposite the Professor's desk is just far too cliché for me. Xavier wheels over to us.

"I would like to get right to the point," he says, looking worried. "I sensed extremely high levels of distress coming from both of you just a moment ago. Care to tell me why that is?"

I was actually pretty surprised at this. The Professor was one to exchange pleasantries with, a guy who seemed to exude 'manners.' But he sure as hell wasn't beating around the bush now.

"Long story short, Xandy almost blew everyt'ing t' kingdom come," I inform him. He turns to Xandy at that.

"Were you trying to charge something? If you feel you need training, we can—"

"I weren't tryin' t' do nothin' except get my hands t' stop burning!" he cut off the professor woefully. "An' den I accidentally touched it an' it went all blue! I was waitin' dere for a really long time!" Please let it be noted that, from the time I left him in the bedroom to rinse my hair, to when I found him, was maybe seven minutes.

"I see," the Professor murmured absently. "Alexander, may I have permission to go inside your mind and take a look around? To see if there's a problem." I went queasy at that. I don't want anybody in my son's head, dammit! Xandy's eyes get wide and panicked.

"I don' want y' t' cut me open!" he cried. Oh… Kay… I looked at the Professor. He was fighting a smile.

"I won't cut your head open, child, I promise," he says. "I have a special gift, like you."

"Like mon Pere?"

"Yes, like your dad. But, unlike him, I don't blow things up. I can use my mind to be inside other people's minds. So, may I take a look?" Xandy thinks for a minute and nods.

Xavier places his hands at either side of my son's head, maybe an inch away from touching him outright. He closed his eyes in concentration, and I sat there and watched them. After about ten minutes, he pulled away and turned to face me.

"Since his mutation was triggered prematurely, his mind has not had he time to grow and mature. Due to this, Alexander is able to generate, but not store, kinetic energy, much like yourself. Like you, he is ever generating this energy, but with nowhere to put that energy once it's made, he'll go around accidentally charging things. The best solution until he is able to retain a charge, is to have something small on him at all times to charge. I would advise that you do this soon, he's due to overload again in an hour at least."

I let out a sigh of relief. There's something we can do. Just knowing that made me feel a lot better.

"I'm gonna get better at dis?" Xandy asked the professor.

"Yes, child. All it takes is time, and some practice. You'll get the hang of it," he reassured warmly. Xandy then stood up from the couch and climbed into Xavier's lap, hugging him fiercely. The Professor's warm smile broadened into a warmer grin as he hugged Xandy back.

Times like these I wish I had a camera.

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"He is sooo Hot! With, like, a capital H!" I heard Rogue's friend, Kitty talking. "Like, come on Rogue. He's sexy. Even you have to admit that!" I was quite interested at this, and stopped before I got to the kitchen door. I wonder who they're talking about.

"Ah don't have to admit anythin' ta anyone. Especially not ya, miss blabbermouth."

"Aww! You know you like, totally love him!"

"No, ah don't! Okay granted he's nice, and he's pretty hot. But Ah hardly know the guy."

"Oh, come on Rogue. You've absorbed him like three times. And if you didn't totally love him, then what do you keep under your pillow, huh? I believe it is a—"

"Shut up, Kit! Ah don't keep those there anymore."

"Wait, you had more than one?"

"Ah may have stolen one when he was passed out that one time when Ah was under Mesmero's control…"

Okay. This is getting annoying. Who are they talking about? I thought it might have been me, but now I'm not so sure!

"But th' only reason I kept those damn lighters under my pillow was because Ah still had his psyche floating around in my head! And Pyro doesn't go anywhere without a lighter." Pyro!

"but you still carry a lighter!"

"That's because I smoke, kit. You know that."

"Wait, you smoke! When did that happen?"

"Ya're really dense sometimes, ya know that Kit? And Ah don't like Pyro. Little too… Psychotic for my tastes."

"Hmm. You're right, I hadn't thought of that. You like kind of mysterious, rugged guys…"

"Yep."

Mysterious and rugged? Well then. I may have just won the jackpot…

"Oh my gosh! You should totally get together with Logan!"

"Eeew, Kitty! That is so not funny, Ah don' even know how to… There are not enough letters in the word 'no' ta express the no-ness of my no!" she all but shouted at Kitty.

"Well, what? He's as mysterious and rugged as they come, and he's really sexy! And besides, you've said yourself that you love him."

My jaw clenches at that.

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Rogue's POV

Oh lord. She's actually going there. Ew… Just, ew.

"Yeah, Kit! As like, a father type figure! Not as a lover! Ah now need to repress the urge to barf!"

Kitty rolls her eyes. Me? And LOGAN? I don't even want to comprehend the incestuous implications of that! And besides, I'm pretty sure he and Storm have something going on.

"But come on! Just think of your couple name! Rogan! Isn't that awesome!"

"No. It's revolting."

"Aw." She pouts. "Well, you've gotta like someone around here!"

"That's none of your business!" I'm not going down without a fight, that's for sure.

"You, like, totally do! I can see it in your eyes!" Well. Now she's a poet.

"And so what if I do?" I think I managed to pull off 'bored' in that statement.

"OMG!" she squeals. Guess not. "You love gambit!" Well fuckshit.

"How the hell did ya get that from six frickin words?" I yell-whisper. We really can't have anyone knowing this. I shall have to blackmail Kitty into not telling people…

Just then said love interest walks in.

"Aww, chere, y' love dis Cajun? Really and truly? I'm touched."

"Ah don't love YOU!" I said. Really. I don't. The man is sex personified, but love and lust are two different things. I think… But wait. Any time I thought a guy was hot, and he ended up being a total jerkwad, or just someone who I wouldn't be interested in, they automatically turned unattractive. Well fuck…

I must have been making some easily readable faces during the duration of my thinking, because Remy was grinning at me. Fucking grinning. As in 'I know what you're thinking without being a telepath' grinning.

"Goddamnit!" I cursed as I ran out of the kitchen.

I'm pretty sure I got out of there before I started blushing… And there is now a chuckle behind me. Damn it!

Curse Kitty and her loud, loud mouth.

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AN/ I'm a terrible person. I had this chapter up, save like the last paragraph and a half, for a while now. I got you all used to daily updates of this damn thing, and then I go and leave you hanging… Esh. And it's kinda a short chapter too. You may all throw apples at me now.