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Loneraven - I hope you like this one too. And think that i updated soon enough.

Flames101 - Thank you, i'm glad you liked it. No i didn't make up the Nasty Boys, they are an actual team, they are Mr.Sinister's lackeys, if you are not aquainted with them i can tell you about their powers.

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They-Call-Me-Orange – Yeah ... Hex is one of the greatest writers out there. They will eventually meet and will probably get along. In the third chapter they will join, but you must read this one to understand how and why. Mystique is not playing a big role right now but she will later on. As for Irene... well... you must read and in some chapters you will understand what is up. Hope you like this chapter too.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Memories

letter

Chapter 2 – Sugar Coated Lies

Wanda was truly walking on clouds. She never thought that being in love would feel this good. Everyone had already noticed how she had changed. He had truly taught her how to laugh, how to love and to be loved. She trusted him with her secrets, desires and her heart.

'Nothing will go wrong Wanda. He will understand. You love the guy and he loves you. What's the worst thing that can happen?' Wanda shivered at the thought 'The worst would that he would leave her'

She walked towards the hotel were they always met. It wasn't that she was ashamed of him, and he wasn't ashamed of her either. They just didn't want the brotherhood to know that they were together; they would start to pester her about dating him. He would have even more problems than that, her father was his boss. They both knew that he wouldn't like it very much if he was aware that they were together.

She was worried about how he would react, after all they were young. She was about to turn eighteen and he wasn't even nineteen yet. There was also the fact that they had been dating for a little more than five months. This would change their lives forever. She hoped that he didn't freak out and leave her. She was already worried and scared enough as it was. The thought of going through this alone was unbearable.

'You have nothing to worry about Wanda. He is responsible and he has a lot to do with the situation. He will be supportive.' She thought, trying to convince herself. She then looked ahead and seen the hotel. She started to dread the moment of going in there. She started to walk slower.

'Who am I kidding? He is going to freak out, tell me off and abandon me.' Wanda thought 'Maybe I should wait a few more days. No Wanda, you were supposed to have told him when you picked up the test. Than a week later, and the week after that. Grow some balls woman.'

Wanda slightly cursed herself for being so afraid, but she had good reasons. John was always busy, if not with his job as a terrorist, then with his writing. She understood that he had a career that he loved. She knew that his occupations were important to him, but she really wished he had more time to spend with her. Right now, they only met once a week.

She was now at the reception desk. She asked for her usual room. She didn't noticed that her hands had become shaky. The man gave her her magnetic key card. She grabbed it and went to the elevator. As she got to the room and opened the door she started to feel sick. She was actually going to do it. There was no turning back now.

She started to make the arrangements. She had planned this carefully; a candle light dinner in the huge balcony, room service to prepare his favorite dishes and she had brought her own compilation of songs they both loved, like Nine Inch Nails and Godsmack.

'No turning back.' Wanda thought.

Meanwhile in New Orleans

"Here is my passaport, my I.D. and the money to pay for the ticket I called to reserve." Belladona said to the check in girl while depositing a suitcase.

The girl looked at the I.D. and the passport. She tagged the suitcase and the hand bag Belladonna had been carrying.

"Is this a business or leisure trip?" The girl asked her while she punched some keys on the computer.

"Leisure." Belladonna answered with a hard face.

"Here is a ticket for Upstate New York, Miss Boudreaux." The check in girl said as she handed her the ticket.

Belladonna grabbed it and rushed for the gate. She didn't know why she was rushing. She still had to wait for another hour but that was a good thing. She had to remind herself of what she had been told earlier.

"The girl isn't to be touched! My employer wants her alive and unharmed! If you so much as breathe on her... I will have the great satisfaction of killing you!"

Belladonna then remembered the photographs.

'Remy sure looked cozy with that tramp. Why would he sleep with her? She is ugly and fat. She can't even dress properly. They are together for over eight months now. He never stuck with a girl for more than a night. I was the only exception.' Belladonna thought angrily 'Alive, yes, no problem. But unharmed! That was asking to much of a woman who was being cheated on. I will make sure that whore remembers not to go anywhere near the man who belongs to me.'

It was then that she heard the boarding call. She got up and in less of five minutes she was aboard the plane.

Back at the hotel

St. John Allerdyce sat across from Wanda. He was eating and enjoying her company. He knew something was wrong with her. He always knew.

"What's the matter luv? You haven't touched your food yet." He asked as he leaned over the table slightly and looked deep into her eyes.

"It's... nothing. Just feeling a litle sick." Wanda muttered as she took a sip of her orange juice. She looked down. 'God! Please don't hate me after this Johnny.'

"Sick! You look fine, great even. Even more than usually, you look radiant." John said with a smille, as he gently lifted Wanda's chin for her to look into his eyes. "There is something different about you. I been noticing this for awhile. What is it?"

'This is it. The moment of truth.' Wanda thought as she slowly swallowed her juice. She got up, walked around the square table and sat on his lap. She then looked him deep in the eyes and french kissed him.

"I love you Johnny." She said. She smiled and gazed into his eyes. "Do you love me?'

"Of course I do, pretty witch." He answered with a grin.

"No Johnny, I mean do you really love me?" She asked seriously.

John's eyes widened as he thought 'There is no way... she can't know... shit and all was going so well.'

"Yeah!" John answered with an unusual seriousness.

Wanda went through her hand bag and removed an envelope from inside. She carefully picked up his hand and placed the envelope into his possession. John looked down, frighten. He opened it and with a deep breath read it. As soon as he finished it he gasped. It was a good thing he had been sitting down, otherwise he would have collapsed.

"Wanda... this is... great." John said with a forced smile "We are having a baby."

Wanda had expected a lot of words to come out of his mouth but these ones weren't on the list. She was not complaining. She was just surprised. She looked at him with a huge smile on her lips. She once again kissed him deeply, over and over again.

On the shopper

"Are we there yet?" X-23 asked bored out of her mind. She had been on that forsaken chopper for at least 5 hours.

"We will be landing in five." Vertigo anounced.

"Great." X-23 said while thinking 'I hope I'm not selling my soul to someone worse than Hydra.'

Meanwille at the hotel

After all the kissing, Wanda and John ended up in bed. They had made love several times but this one was by far the most intense. Wanda was now asleep on her side with one of her legs over both of John's. Her head was on his chest. John on the other hand was wide awake and with a frown on his face as he massaged Wanda's head.

He kept asking himself if he could really do this. Could he really be the father their baby would need? Could he really help Wanda through this?

Wanda woke up the next day alone. She wondered where John had gotten to. He had always stuck around for breakfast. Instead, she found a piece of paper sitting beside her. She picked it up and started to read.

Hello love of my life. I had to run but I already paid for the room and the room service so don't worry about a thing. I'm also leaving you a check. Now you can buy the bridel dress of your dreams. We will marry in a week, since you will be already eighteen. Love John.

Wanda couldn't help but smile. She thought he was going to become terrified and tell her to have an abortion, but she was wrong.

'He loves me.' She thought innocently.

Little did she knew about life and of what lied ahead of hers.

X-23 arrives

Vertigo showed her to her room. It was quite big, had dark blue walls. It was two meters wide and two and a half meters tall. It had a built in wooden closet, with sliding doors. Her bed was two square meters. It was a canopy bed. Two beautiful, small tables stood on each side of her bed. There was also a rather large mirror. It was stuck on the wall near her dresser.

X-23 walked towards it. She was half expecting poisonous gas to come out of the drawers as she opened them. Instead on the first two drawers, she encountered sheets. The sheets were white, red, blue and black. The first was silk and the second was Egyptian cotton. Cotton blankets were in the third, while bedspreads lay in the fourth. Big beautiful comforters were in the last two. They were all the same colour as the sheets.

A fire place was fashioned in the south of the room. X-23 neared it. Three steps stood in her way. She walked down towards it. A blue couch about two meters long sat in the middle of the room. A gorgeous wooden glass coffee table lay in front of the couch. The carpet appeared to be a mixture of white and black.

There was also a door on the right side. She walked near it. Her right hand's claws unleashed. She didn't want to take any chances. While she turned the knob she encountered something that was not an enemy. A large tub was placed in the middle of the room. A shower head and a big sink stood next to it. She slowly entered this room. She glanced around and noticed more steps. They led to a toilet. All the facilities were white with wood on them. Why someone would go to all this trouble for her puzzled X-23.

She then opened the cabinets. The one closer to the shower had towels. They were the same colours as the sheets. The other one had things like tampons, shampoo, conditioner, liquid soap and several bottles of unrecognizable things. She picked up one. The label stated: "Cream de la mer the best skin mosteraiser in the world". This whole bathroom was filled with items she would need. She shrugged she had never had any of this stuff before. She remembered seeing some of it in the rooms at the X-mansion. It was all odd to her.

She opened the last cabinet and found a small box. This one had lips etched on the lid. She opened it up. The box was divided into three categories. The first part held lip pencils. The middle one contained various tubes of lipstick, and the right section carried different lip glosses. She put the box back and noticed another. She grabbed it while shrugging. She didn't know what to think. This box was bigger than the last one. Ice blue eyes had been sketched onto the lid. She opened it and marvelled her eyes at all the beautiful colours that she saw. The box was divided into five. The box held eye pencils, mascara, and eye shadow. The part that held the eye shadow was quite large. Some of the make up glittered, while some was just plain. She gazed at the last part of the box. It contained cotton, lotion and whitening pounder.

X-23 closed the box and the drawers. She then looked at the glass shelves over the wooden surface. The shelves held several bottles of perfume. She sniffed a few. She had to admit that she liked the scents, but she couldn't bring herself to use them. Her nose was way too sensitive.

X-23 ran towards the bed and with a swift movement. She jumped up and landed on her back. She stood still for a few minutes enjoying the soft bed. She never had one before. In fact, she never had anything like this before. She closed her eyes and started to relax. However her thoughts kept drifting to him. He was the reason why she existed. She grinned as she thought about the things she wanted to do to him. Her revenge would be most delicious.

At the X-mansion

Rogue sat on her bed, writing on her diary. She was listening to Lacuna Coil's Comalies album. It was one of her favourites. Suddenly, she heard a knock on her window. She didn't have to look to know who it was. She got up and stepped towards it. She smiled as she watched him beg with his eyes. He wanted her to open the window. She decided to throw him a bone and did so.

"Bonjour, mon coeur." (1) Remy said flashing a smile instead of his usual grin.

"Hey swamp rat." Rogue answered him, kissing him deeply.

"You know... no matter how many times you do dat Cherie it never gets old." Remy spoke as he wrapped his arms around her waist and conducted her towards her bed.

They collapsed there. Remy lying on top of Rogue, covering her face with sweet, passionate kisses. Rogue's hands met his as they started to wander underneath her shirt.

Since she had learned to control her powers, Rogue relaxed a bit in every way. She didn't hate Jean anymore, of course there were still not similar. She could also wear what she wanted. The gloves were no longer necessary. She even had the best boyfriend she could ask for. In short, she was happier. She had started a relationship with Remy a long while before she had taken control. In fact, she had given up hoping to touch another human being until she met him. He pushed her to practice and he was the one she chose to practice with. He had been supportive, sensitive and understanding when she needed him. He had even been hard on her when it was necessary. Remy had also demostrated himself as someone she could trust with her life, her secrets and more importantly with her heart.

Remy removed his hands from Rogue. He smiled but she could see that her actions had hurt him.

"Remy... Ah..." Rogue began.

"Remy understands. You need more time. Remy will wait for you to be ready, just... take your time. De last t'ing Remy wants is for you to do somet'in' you don't want." He said getting himself off her.

Rogue shivered at his use of third person. She knew that he using that was his way of shielding himself from rejection and pain.

"It's not that Ah don't want to... Ah do! It's just that... Ah'm scared." Rogue said as she looked down. She knew what he was going to ask next.

"Of what? De faire amour?" Remy said while smiling. It was a smile she had never seen before. "Chérie... dat's no t'ing to be scared of. Its somet'in' natural. A way of showing love to anot'er human being. A way of showing passion for someone else. Dat is all." Remy said as he kneeled in front of her. He placed both of his hands on the sides of her face.

Rogue smiled shyly as she felt herself blush. Hearing him say that he loved her, wanted her, and how he wanted to make love to her this openly made her feel special. She remembered who she was speaking to. Remy had charmed the pants of a lot of girls in the past, and there was no way he loved them. Why was she an exception?

"Yeah! Ah guess yah'd know all thaht stuff. No one falls in love more than you do." Rogue sneered. Her face hard, her cold bitch mask back on. She wouldn't be used; never again. She had enough of that with Mystique, Irene, the Professor and everyone else.

Remy was taken back with the way she answered. It made him feel as if she didn't trust him, but honestly, who could blame her?

"Remy knows dat he brought that one upon himself but... Remy have to say dat yer words were a bit cold chérie." He said as his eyes started to water "Je t'aime mon amour. Dat is de truth, and it is scary because Remy never felt dis way about anyone."

Rogue looked deep into his red on black eyes. Somehow, they seemed more beautiful. When he was sad, the red seemed to catch fire and the black darkened slightly. It was then that she realized something. This was Remy, the man she loved and wanted to be with for the rest of her life. Ever since he met her, he had turned down every girl that asked him out, just so he could be with her; a girl that he couldn't touch. He was her boyfriend, her best friend and her confident. She would be lying if she said that she didn't want him in that way. He was beautiful. He possessed a perfect face with the most beautiful eyes in the world. Not to mention, he had the body of a living god.

"You are rahte. Ah'm sorry. Ah love yah Remy." Rogue whispered as she watched him smile. His smile was more than enough to drown her thoughts away.

In a pure act of happiness, Remy's mouth claimed Rogue's, and the unexpected happened; letting them both experience the supreme bliss as their bodies became one.

That was it boys and girls, hope you enjoyed it and review, let me know what you think and any ways you think the story can get any better, i'm also taking advices on how to improve my writing so... free advices would be good.

Next chapter: Lots of things will happen, and let me just say that shit will hit the fan...