Hi. So much has been going on lately! I am so glad to see all of you lovely peoples again!
Ok, so we have a few things to talk about. # 1: Thank you everybody who reviewed!
crazyspaceystracey- Glad to hear you like it. Yeah, you do have to feel bad for Remy. He was scared and with good reason. I mean he just blew up a shampoo bottle. I'm a teenager and I would be seriously creeped out if I did that. And he's only four! Oh and Congratulations! You were reviewer # 75! Hands over gold trophy and grins Thanks for reviewing!
SperryDee- Glad to hear it rules. Thanks.
Misa1124- I am so sorry I messed up your name! But at least it was close right? :}Glad to hear you like it. I am also glad you like the length. Yeah, sorry about the cliffhanger. I know it was evil of me but I wanted to try my hand at it. Thank you for reviewing!
snowee- Glad you like it. Thank you. The mini-mutants are so fun to write so cute. Thank you for reviewing!
ishandahalf- I like coconut shampoo too. I am glad you like it. Thank you for reviewing!
xmengirlzrule- Yep it was intense wasn't it? I love your concern for Remy. Thank you for reviewing!
Girl Number 1- Glad to hear you love it. Thank you. I am glad the cuteness level is appreciated. As for your danger room simulation idea...jaw drops and stares incredulous ARE YOU READING MY MIND??! Ha I know how to prevent this! Places Magneto-like helmet on head Cool! Now mind-readers can't read my thoughts and I look dorky all at once! And to be sure nobody else has premonitions...hides raw manuscript in safe and buries key in the heap of my sisters' junk under my bed Seriously yeah I have some interesting thoughts on that. You will have to wait and see. Thank you so much. I am pleased that you think it couldn't be better grins . Glad you like the crayon quote. I love it. And sorry for the suspense. I thought I should try my hand at a major cliffhanger as a test run. Thanks for reviewing!
Boston Girl- Little kids are always amusing. Glad you found so much memorable stuff. It is funny how some of the characters are so real isn't it? And yet others, I try I really do but they just sort of exist there you know? Rahne, Jubilee, Roberto, Sam, and Ray are just kind of there. Thanks for reviewing!
whiterose934- Yes, the cookie was great. And the monkeys are loving their new buddy. Currently they are off watching movies in my living room until the time their services are required. He is being a great help. He helps with jokes and funny scenes so thanks again! laughs yeah Bad Pietro! Bad! Pietro whimpers and scurries to the corner. He looks at all through his newly acquired set of black eyes Nice one. I am sure he'll learn his lesson this time. sighs And then again...this is Pietro... OOOHHHH!!!!!! BROWNIE!!!!!!!!! YUM! Thanks a bunch! And thanks for reviewing too!
howlerdrode- Glad you like it. Yep. At the risk of sounding braggy, I know I have knowledge of kid bath-time. Younger-sibs= plenty of experience in every sitch y'all can imagine. Hmm, that could be why Rogue hates cats; they are not joyful animals when bathed. As to why the little girls are being called terrorists, consider which girl(s) are being called that and which person( people) are calling them that and why. I believe the answer lies amongst that information. Looks at Pietro who cowers and pleads for mercy Yeah, he'll probably learn his lesson. Alix was devastated by his five-timing ways and is now slightly perturbed at me for allowing that. But, such is life when you love a bad boy I guess. I guess I would have to ask Jessica Simpson about the chicken of the sea thing wouldn't I? He he. I do not like Evan. At all. Yes I see him as a spoilt brat but he isn't as bad as Jean. Very few people are that bad...Well Pietro is but it is not really his fault is it? Look at his father. Yes, there is always hope...but don't hold your breath on it for Evan. If he doesn't get his rear into gear and become part of the story soon, its back to the sewers he goes. About Forge, you'll have to see...
wanda the tiger- Ok. Glad to hear you are alive. Glad you love this story. Thank you for reviewing.
Lady Farevay- OOOHHHH! This is one of your fave's?!?!?!??!?!? I'm so glad to hear that. Thank you! But I am sorry you had to remove other stories so mine could have that place. Isn't it sad how the site won't let you have too many favorites? Thanks for the applause on "my" Lance. You are right he has become the male lead-well at least the teenaged male lead anyway. I think the role suits him well. Glad you like Wanda too. I definately like her in the unconscious maternal role. But she was cool before too with out a doubt. ACK! Another mind reader! I mean-keep an excellent hold on your theory...I think its cute that all skill and common sense that thieves usually pride themselves on escaped the poor sweet four-year-old prince of thieves at the leash prospect. So I am glad that made you happy. I'm glad I changed your mind about the "Sprogs"...I think....But seriously not ALL little kids are devils spawned in heck itself. Remy and Rogue are my favorite babies too. My heart went out for Remy after the incident with the exploding shampoo. I would have been terrified too. I mean, put yourself in a four-year-old's tiny shoes and picture how you would react... I agree. Rogue does make an adorable tom-boy doesn't she? Glad you like the chapter. Thank you for reviewing.
Girl number 1- How in the name of Pietro are you reviewing twice per chapter?! I have tried and never succeeded...Ok. Don't worry my OC's still are on anti-Mary-sue meds. I am glad you like the story so much. If you are avoiding the sugar, you might need some special calming down time after reading my story. Anywhoozles, I am avoiding too much sugar too. But that does not mean that I won't write it...wink. I feel your pain at the computer problem thing. Mine is being over-obnoxious lately too. But your problem seems dreadful...Hope it gets fixed for you soon... And thanks for reviewing-again!
The Big Red Machine- Okay. Here is more. Glad you like it. Thank you for reviewing.
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Last time on X-men Evolution: Lance answers the phone and Forge sounds grim "...I have some...uh...very bad news...this may be a permanent thing...I guess you'll just have to get used to having little kids around..." Rogue looks at a bowl, disgusted "Ah don' like Sketti-o's."Lance looks skyward "Why me?" "Guys I think that these little cretins are all in need of a B-A-T-H." "Monica was three nights ago. Tonight's date is Mina." Lance dragging Pyro and Blob to take their baths "NO BATH!" He sobbed. "Please NOOOOO! I'm gonna die! The wateh (water) gonna kill Johnny! Noooooooo!" Wanda dripping wet "The little brat bit me!...And you two think this is funny don't you?" Pietro furiously slams door open "You'd think that just because you mess up a girl's name she would forgive you, but no! Of course not for me!" "Weren't you supposed to have four dates tonight?" Scott runs in "Eban (Evan) said a bad word in front of me and the brat with scary eyes...he said...the word that rhymes with duck." Remy runs into the corner of the wall "Look Sefton, after this experience, we are all going to need psychiatric help...""Freaking-moron-Cajun...THE-KID-CAJUN-STILL-HAS-HIS-POWERS!!!!!!!!!!" "Focus on the knob NOT blowing up!" BOOM! The bathroom door opens to reveal Remy and a blown up bottle of shampoo "Remy di'n' do nuttin'!" A blood-curdling scream echoes from the rec-room
So how was the cliff hanger? On with the story.
At the sound of the horrible scream, all of the teens got into the rec-room at Pietro worthy speed. When they were in the room, they all took in a unanimous gasp. The sight they were greeted with was not a very pleasant one. A certain four year old was sitting on the floor, clutching his left arm which was twisted unnaturally. He was screaming, tears and pain expressed in his terrified red-and-black eyes.
"Sweet mother of Multiple..." Lance looked nauseas. He knelt down beside the child sized Cajun. "Oh God, what happened to him?" Lance looked at the others.
Rogue looked furious at the prospect of being penned. So she scaled the fence of the pen and hurried over to her friend.
"Whatsa mattah (what is the matter) with Remy?" She asked. She saw his arm and her eyes bulged. "Whoa, that don' look too good. Yah okay Remy?"
Remy noticed her standing there and instantly tried to silence his howling. "O-O-O-Ow!" He whined. " 'm o-o-kay Marie." He smiled through the tears. She raised an eyebrow.
"Yah lahin' (lying)! Yah hut (you're hurt)!" Remy's face fell as he continued whimpering pitifully as he tried not to cry in front the girl. He was fighting a loosing battle because he obviously was in severe pain. Lance was amazed at the self control of his emotions. The kid was only four and he was doing a darned good job at fighting away the tears. Lance could tell that the arm was seriously messed up but the kid was sucking in his sobs instead of crying loud and hard like most kids would in that situation.
"Marie, what happened?" Lance asked the girl in forced calm.
The three-year-old looked at her friend with pity in her eyes. Then she turned back to Lance. "He was cwimin' (Climbing) in ta pway with meh and she shooked the fence!" Rogue turned to Tabitha and pointed dramatically. Malice and anger was evident in her small and dangerously narrowed green eyes.
"Not Tabby's fawt (fault)!" The two year old blond stuck out her tongue.
"Is too!" Rogue frowned. "You shakeded the fence an' Remy falled off it an' his ahm (arm) went crunch!"
"Nuh-uh! You the one who tode (told) him to come pway (play) Mawie (Marie)!" The two girls stood at each others faces, separated by the play-pen wall.
"You don' scare me." Tabitha informed her spitefully.
"Well Ah don' care 'bout scarin' yah ( about scaring you). But you hut (hurt) Remy so be gwad Ah didn' hut (hurt) yah."
Wanda gently lifted Rogue away from the pen walls and tried to calm her down.
"Ok, Marie, Tabby shook the fence. So then what happened?"
The little girl gave up her struggling to escape. "Well right afteh (after) he fawed (falled=fell), there was a creepy crunch sound like when yah step on a Cheetoh an' smush (smash/ mush) it inteh the flo' (into the floor). On'y it was a bazillion tahmes (times) loudeh (louder) than that. An' then he stahted crahin' (started crying) an' y'all came in. Is he gonna be awrahght (alright)?" She asked worried.
Wanda set her down and she hurried to Remy's side. Remy sniffled in pain. "Naht crahin'! (not crying)! Remy jus' gots somet'in' in 'is eyes! But Remy's arm does hurt a real lot." He whimpered and his friend looked impressed but still nervous.
"What should we do?" Amanda wondered. "He needs a doctor. But is it worth it to try and bring him to the hospital? Will they help a mutant? And its obvious he is because of his eyes..."
Lance grimaced. "I don't think we have any other choice. And his eyes...he has an image inducer somewhere upstairs in his room that will take care of that. Lets not panic. He's hurt and the longer we delay getting him help the worse it will be.
"Yeah, brilliant-plan-Avalanche-but-how-do-we-explain-the-whole-situation-to-the-hospital?" Pietro frowned. Tonight was just not his night.
Lance's face fell. "I guess we could just tell a half truth or something like we did at the Baby's R Us. But what about money and insurance and all that junk that hospitals need? I don't exactly have that kind of stuff laying around."
"We could bill it to Xavier," Amanda said hesitantly. "But I would feel guilty."
"I-don't-really-see-any-other-option-available." Pietro frowned in concentration. He sighed. "It-is-times-like-these-when-I-miss-father-and-his-Swiss-Bank-accounts."
Lance rolled his eyes. "We really need to get him the hospital. That arm should not be bent that way. I'm no expert but that looks seriously wrong and painful."
"Yo' tellin' Remy!" The kid pouted and whimpered a little bit. He shifted his arm and let out a painful howl. The bones had just created some serious friction. "Remy want 'is méré. (mother)"
"Ok. We really have to get him some help." Lance sighed. "Pietro, the only thing I can think of for his eyes is the image inducer he has hidden up in his room somewhere. He stopped wearing it around the house and God only knows what he did with it. Can you quickly go find it?"
Pietro snorted like his friend was an idiot. "Is-Wanda-my-sister? Is-my-hair-white? Can-Xavier-read-minds? Duh!" With that the boy took off up the stairs.
Remy sniffled and sucked in another sob before it could escape. All of the other kids were looking at him fearfully. It wasn't the fact that a boy was crying. They were toddlers and didn't particularly care about that kind of thing. It was more to the point that Rogue's friend was hurt. None of them knew how she would react. All of them seemed quite clearly intent on making her aware that they were not to blame.
Wanda smiled ruefully. At this age, Rogue was clearly a commanding authority. Maybe if she hadn't been so messed up by Mystique she could have been a great leader as she aged. But the more Wanda thought about it, she realized Rogue never had any leadership opportunities. Always Scott and Jean, never the Goth.
"Would y'all cawm (calm) dan (down)?" The little girl grumbled in exasperation. "The on'y one of yah Ah'm mad at is Tatiba (Three-year-old-Rogue version of Tabitha.)."
After that the others just cheered up.
Remy attempted to smirk. But he was obviously loosing the fight in showing his pain because his eyes were watering and his voice wavered when he spoke. "Don't scare dem, Marie. R-R-Remy be awight (alright). De arm just hurts." He winced as he moved it slightly. "A whole lot..." He sniffled.
"What is taking him so long?" Lance stopped pacing as he looked up the stairs Pietro had gone up a few minutes prior.
"Pietro?" Wanda shrugged. "He probably found a mirror in the Cajun's room. We all know Gambit's obsessed with his looks. Not as bad as my brother of course, but heaven forbid one hair be out of place so he doesn't look perfect for his beloved Chére." Wanda rolled her eyes.
Evan laughed sarcastically. "Or he got distracted by a shiny object." Many of the teens chuckled.
"Not-funny-Daniels! Not-funny-at-all!" Pietro's voice came from the top of the stairwell. In the next blink of an eye later, an irritated Albino speedster stood in front of them. He was tapping his foot and standing with crossed arms and an agitated expression. "For-your-information, loser, the-Cajun's-room-should-be-declared-a-national-dump! Have-you-ever-been-in-there? It-is-atrocious!"
"Now Pietro, just because we all aren't obsessive-compulsive-bedroom-cleaners like you are..." Wanda joked playfully.
This comment was rewarded with a nasty look. "You-are-my-favorite-person-too-sis." He frowned. "Seriously! You can't find his bed with out a map. He's got playing cards and clothes everywhere. And junk all over the place. And lets not even get started on his walls and dresser." The others sighed.
"Did you find it?" Lance asked breaking Pietro's tangent.
The younger boy nodded and deposited a black digital watch into his friend's outstretched hand.
"You-know-where-that-was?" The seventeen year old (I mentioned earlier that Wanda is 16 but they're twins so they are both seventeen. Evan too sorry for confusion :) ) asked frustrated. "Shoved-inside-the-freaking-base-of-the-stupid-lamp-on-his-night-stand! Who-knows-how-I-found-it?" The boy frowned. "I-tripped-over-that-dumb-staff-of-his-and knocked-the-lamp-over-that's-how!"
"Calm down Pie." Wanda smiled. "His room isn't that bad. You're just a neat freak. Or a klutz." She smiled coyly.
"Whatever. Lets just get this kid to the doctor." Lance gestured to Remy whose whimpering was dangerously on the verge of tears. He figured he might as well save the kid some dignity.
He gently lifted the child off the floor. The poor four-year-old howled piteously. "Owie! Dat hurt!"
"Pietro, get the door." Lance directed as he headed toward the garage door. His friend complied and grabbed Lance's keys to the jeep.
On the way out the door, Marie hurled herself at the boys and almost knocked Lance to the floor. She attached herself to his leg and looked up at him with something akin to sadness in her eyes. " Lemme come too. I wanna go wid (with) yah an' Remy!"
Pietro pried the girl off of his friend. "No-Marie. You-can't-come. You'll-just-get-in-the-way." He said, meaner than he intended.
Unshed crocodile tears filled the big emerald orbs. Her bottom lip trembled with emotion. Pietro grumbled. "Don't-pull-that-with-me-little-missy. It-will-not-work-with-me."
Unfortunately, Lance made the mistake of looking the little girl in the eyes. "No Ro-Marie. I'm sorry." His eyes met hers and he visibly weakened.
"Letter (let her) come wit' us." Remy whined.
"Peez?" She asked with an affectionate smile. "Ah'll be yah fwiend (friend) if yah let meh!" She cried.
"NO! Lance...Do-NOT-let-her-get-to-you!" Pietro warned. "Resist-her! She-is-just-a-little-girl!"
"Peez?" She begged again. "He's mah bes' fwiend (friend). Yah'd go if yah bes' fwiend was hut (hurt)."
"Lance..." Pietro whined.
Rogue pouted sadly. Lance sighed.
"Come on kid. Before I change my mind lets go."
"Weakling." Pietro rolled his eyes.
Rogue happily skipped to the jeep. Lance loaded her into a baby-seat after he buckled Remy into the front.
"You coming?" Lance asked Pietro who nodded and climbed in the back.
Lance started the Jeep and Kitty suddenly started shrieking. "NO GO BYE-BYE!" She cried and tried to escape the confines of the pen. "ME TOO! KITTY COME TOO!" The girl howled and stretched her arms towards the garage.
"Lance...I-know-what-you-are-thinking. And-the-answer-is-NO!" Lance looked at his best friend. He raised an eyebrow and smiled. Grumbling, Pietro quickly went back into the institute.
He was greeted by the smiling two-year-old. "Up pweez!" She said and raised her arms. He grumbled something about stupid friends and lifted her. He was momentarily shocked by how little she weighed. He knew she was petite, but she was unnaturally small. She smiled and cuddled close to him.
Pietro was dumbfounded. How dare this little brat cuddle him? He wasn't a teddy-bear, or a stuffed animal. Nervously he brought her out to the jeep and deposited her into a baby-seat. He was slightly unnerved by the fact that the two-year-old was so clingy. He was in a separate world as he fussed with her buckles and baby-seat belts. He felt perhaps the worst part of this was it did not nauseate him.
When he had finished, he looked up to see Lance smirking. "What?" He snapped irritably.
"Nothing, its just that I can see right through the act."
"I-have-absolutely-no-clue-what-you're-talking-about." Pietro lied arrogantly. Lance shook his head and turned back to the others who were not coming.
"Okay, We'll be back as soon as possible. On the way home, I'll pick up some dinner or something." With that he started driving.
For the first ten minutes of the drive, nothing terribly major happened. The only sounds were the soft music on the radio and Remy's choked crying. He was loosing control by the minute and freely allowing the tears to flow down his face now. But then they hit a pot-hole and the kid-Cajun was forcefully slammed into the dash board. His arm hit and a shrill yelp accompanied by a piercing scream was heard. From that point onward, the crying was uncontrolled. The small swamp-rat was howling in pain and crying and begging for the hurt to stop.
"Remy hurt! I want m' maman (mommy)! Ou mon pére (father)! Ou Angél ou Henri!" He cried. "De pain! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! I wanna go home!" The sobbing was hard to endure so Lance sped up to get to Bayville General.
Once there, he hurried out and got the child into the emergency room ASAP. He left the keys in the ignition and told Pietro to park. So Pietro parked and hurried the two toddler girls in. In the lobby, Lance was hurriedly filling out the paperwork to the best of his ability.
"Let me see...Name of Patient...Remy LeBeau...Age...Four.....Parent/ Guardian....uh...Lance Alvers I guess. Patient's date of birth....how the heck should I know that? Oh yeah Halloween. So I guess...October 31st 1984-I mean 2000...Insurance information...bill to Charles Xavier....Reason for visit....um...kid fell and arm is freakishly bent and he is screaming bloody murder."
The receptionist smiled as he handed the paper work in. She had a set of head phones on and she nodded for him to take a seat. Fortunately it was a slow day so the only other people in the lobby were mild cases that did not require immediate attention.
Lance took a seat and placed the child in one as well. He was screaming and earning Lance a few suspicious stares from various others in the lobby.
One of the ruder people whispered to the guy who was with her. "That boy is such a lousy parent Brendan. Honestly, teenagers should not be parents ever!"
"Yes Grace, but lets talk out of earshot of the boy. Otherwise it would be cruel." "Brendan" said soothingly.
Pietro snarled under his breath. He sat down next to his friend. Kitty, upon hearing Remy screaming immediately began whimpering dangerously. Her eyes filled with tears and she started crying as well.
"Oh no. Pretty Kitty what's wrong? Don't cry!" Lance immediately tried to comfort the child who was objecting to the lack of attention she was receiving. But once she was held close in Lance's arms she giggled and rested her head on his shoulder while laughing.
"She-is-such-a-spoiled-brat." Pietro frowned.
"Pietro!" Lance reprimanded. "She's two. All two-year-olds want to be the centers of attention. It isn't her fault."
Pietro rolled his eyes. Meanwhile. Rogue had seated herself on the floor by her friend's chair.
"Yah okay Remy?" She asked timidly.
The screaming four-year-old held his breath for a second to stop the screams. His eyes were watery and expressed pain beyond belief. "T'ink Remy be dahin' (dying)." He whimpered solemnly. She gently placed a small, gloved hand on his arm as if to tell him that it would be alright.
However, at the touch, the blood curdling screaming began again and the poor boy was sobbing and crying torrents.
Rogue's eyes instantly filled with tears. "Ah di'n' mean ta hut (hurt) yah..." She started crying herself as her friend continued screaming in unbearable pain. "Honess' (Honest) Remy yah mah bes' fend (friend)! Ah di'n' mean it! Ah, was jus' trahin' (trying) ta comfut (comfort) yah." Tears trickled down her face and she started crying. Not screaming, like Kitty and Remy, but definately crying.
"Oh no!" Lance gently passed Kitty to Pietro and attempted to soothe the two distraught toddlers. "Remy, Roguey, it'll be ok. Shhh. Calm down, please?" He begged. Remy could not help but to cry because of the pain in his left arm. However, he did try to calm down, and he failed miserably.
Rogue on the other hand was reduced to sniffles with the occasional whimper and sob. Lance sighed and gently pulled her into a hug. He wasn't too sure why but he knew Rogue was a fragile soul even with her emotional strong acts. She calmed down slightly at the comfort. He hummed a song he had heard a long time ago until she was completely calm. "Now what's wrong Roguey?" He asked gently.
"Ah hut (hurt) Remy." Came the tortured response. "Its mah fault his ahm (arm) huts (hurts) now. An' now he hates meh. An' yah keep callin' meh Roguey!" she sobbed into his shoulder.
"Oh come on, he doesn't hate you. Do you Remy?" He looked up at the bewildered four-year-old who shook his head rapidly through his tears and pained expression. "And it isn't your fault. The whole thing is an accident. You just accidentally touched his arm. He knows you didn't mean to hurt him. So just calm down. And...I will try harder to call you by your real name. I promise."
She looked up and smiled half-heartedly. Pietro was sitting there looking all superior and cocky. His smirk disturbed Lance.
"What?"
"Nothing-Avalanche. Absolutely-nothing-except-for-the-fact-that-someday-you-are-going-to-be-an-awesome-parent. You-just-calmed-Rogue-down-in-record-time-and-nbody-namely-you-was-mortally-wounded."
Lance rolled his eyes. "Shut up Maximoff." The nineteen-year-old was uncomfortably aware of the eyes of everyone in the lobby on him and several surprised expressions on the taming of the toddler.
He was spared the curious glances and imminent questions by a kind-faced nurse who approached the waiting area.
"Um, I'm ready for uh...Reemy LeBoo..."She called uncertainly as she butchered the name on her charts.
Because of the mispronunciation, it took a few moments to register that the four-year-old next to him had just been called. When it did he gathered the flock (which consisted of Pietro who was still holding Kitty with a bewildered expression on his face, and Rogue) as he delicately moved the four-year-old to the front of the waiting room.
"Here we are. And um...you mispronounced the name by the way." Lance informed the nurse politely. "Its Remy. And the last name is LeBeau, not LeBoo," He pronounced the name carefully.
"Oh. I am sorry." The nurse blushed. "I'm terrible with names. This way please." She directed them to a small doctor's office.
"Ok. My name is Lorna Dane. Today is my first day here as a nurse intern so please forgive any mistakes in advance." She smiled apologetically. "And Dr. Shock will be right in to see to you but first I need a few details." She held out another packet of paper work to Lance. Then she turned to write in her clip board. "Okay." She turned to Rogue. "Ok sweetie. You have a pretty name. The papers say you hurt your arm. Can I see it?" Confused, Rogue held out her arm.
"Mah name's pitty(pretty)? But...Ah didn'-"
"Shhh. Your gonna be okay. I can't even see a bruise. Why did you bring her here? She seems fine to me." She turned to Lance.
Suddenly Kitty started to giggle. The nurse turned to her and raised an eyebrow. Pietro, who was still carrying her confusedly, looked totally clueless. He shrugged and shook his head.
"Don't-look-at-me!" He frowned.
"Kitty what is so funny?" Lance asked gently.
"Te (the) nuss (nurse) finks (thinks) see's(she's) Wemy! (Remy)" Kitty grinned and giggled again.
" 'M naht (not) Remy." Rogue pouted indignantly. "Mah name's Marie."
Lance chuckled at her look of indignance and Pietro chortled because somebody else had ticked off the toddler other than him. Kitty was still giggling at the whole thing and even the nurse chuckled at her own mistake.
Remy scowled from the chair he was sitting in. He sniffled and wiped his eyes free from the tears. "Remy be dyin' (dying) in pain an' y'all a (and you all are) laffin' (laughing)!" He whimpered unable to keep the hurt out of his voice.
"I'm sorry sweetheart." The nurse smiled apologetically. She surveyed his arm and inhaled a sharp breath. "Whew. That doesn't look too fun." She frowned. "I'll go get the doctor."
With that, she hurried into the hall. Remy's sniffling grew louder again and he started crying as he accidentally shifted his arm. Rogue started sniffling because she thought that it was her fault again. And of course when Lance started to attempt to soothe the other too, Kitty screwed up her face and wailed miserably. Lance looked about ready to pull his hair out as Remy, Rogue, and Kitty demanded attention. And Pietro added to the frustration by sitting there laughing at his best friend.
All of a sudden, a man in a doctor's uniform entered the room. Immediately, Rogue started trembling and silenced herself and tried to hide behind Remy, who was still screaming his head off at her rapid movements which hurt his arm.
"What seems to be the emergency again? And which of the three is affected?" The doctor asked in infuriating calm.
"Its-the-boy. Remy. The-other-two-are-just-after-attention." Pietro rolled his eyes at the doctor irritably.
"Ok, I know how to handle this." The doctor smiled. He turned to a jar on the counter and withdrew two lollipops. He held out a pink one to Kitty who accepted it gleefully, and a green one to Rogue who smiled hesitantly and took it. But before putting it into her mouth she sniffed it and carefully examined it closely. Clearly, she did not trust the doctor.
"Go on honey." He smiled at her and she scowled in return. Finally she focused on the candy and then looked up at the doctor.
"T'ank yah bu' if Ah git sick, mah mama'll kill yah." She said in an even voice laced with malice.
The doctor smiled and nodded. "Deal."
Lance and Pietro shared an amused glance as she glowered and looked reproachfully at the doctor.
"Hey! What 'bout Remy?!" The four-year-old demanded indignantly, all pain in his arm forgotten momentarily. He pouted and watched the two little girls happily slurping their lollipops, though Rogue was still warily watching the doctor.
"Want ta trah (try) mahne (mine)?" She asked sweetly and held out the lollipop. "Iss abble (apple) favored(flavored). Mah fabrit (favorite) kahn' (kind)."
The four-year-old tilted his head to the side and wrinkled up his nose. "Yuck! Dat's nasty!"
Lance and Pietro rolled their eyes but grinned impishly. They were both prepared to hear some long winded four-year-old speech about how boys and girls couldn't share lollipops or something equally ridiculous. They knew that would be serious black mail if and when the Cajun was returned to normal-or as normal as Remy ever was anyway.
Neither were prepared for his response.
"Remy don' lahke (like) apple. An' no 'fence (offence) but Remy's fabrit (favorite) cowor (color) be rouge (red in French), not green." He flashed her the charming, apologetic smile that was so much stronger when used on a toddler's face.
Rogue sniffed indignantly and frowned. "Fahne (fine)! See if Ah cawe (care)." She stuck her tongue out and he retaliated by repeating the action and making a face.
The doctor smiled, slightly amused. "Okay, Remy, could you please hop up here onto this examination table?" He said gently to the four-year-old.
Remy nodded and somehow climbed up without the use of his injured arm. The doctor gently touched his arm. The howl that erupted from Remy's throat made Lance and Pietro's hair stand on end. The doctor took a sharp step back.
"Why de 'eck (heck) de y'all keep pokin' Remy's ahm fo' (poking Remy's arm for)?! Dat huts! (hurts)." He whined pathetically.
"Okay Remy. I'm Doctor Shock and I am not going to hurt you if I can avoid it." The doctor spoke gently and calmly which earned him an angry pout from the mini-mutant, but Remy nodded anyway.
"Okay, I am going to call the nurse back in. You are doing very well." The doctor left the room briefly and returned with the nurse.
"Lorna I am going to need you to prep a hypo to at least numb the pain. The poor child is in severe pain and it is not going to do to allow him to continue feeling that pain. So I will need you to get the X-Ray machine ready. Can you handle that?" Lorna nodded, and the doctor turned to Remy. "Okay Remy, have you ever had an X-ray before?"
The four-year-old shook his head vigorously. "Non..." Remy did not seem to like where this was going. "Whassa (what's a) S-spray?" He asked nervously.
"Don't worry honey, we are just going to look at your bones." The nurse comforted him.
"What de heck de y' mean look at Remy's bones?" He asked angrily and fearfully. "Y' not cuttin' (cutting) Remy up! Non!"
The nurse laughed. "No silly! The X-Ray will let us look inside your body without opening you up." Remy nodded slightly, still not fully convinced.
The nurse finished preparing the extremely mild dose of pain reliever for Remy and squirted the air and a touch out of the fluid out of the needle. Remy's demonic eyes grew wide and huge.
"What y' t'ink y' doin' wit' dat?" His voice grew higher and shriller in panic. "What in dere? Don' y' come' near Remy wit' dat!" He backed away as much as he could and whimpered as a sharp jolt of pain raced through his arm.
"Remy, it'll be alright. This is just to help you with the pain." The nurse explained gently.
"Remy DON'T like needles! Y' go 'way! Non! Y' can't do dis!" The nurse grabbed his arm firmly yet gently. "Non! NON! DON" WAN" DAT!" He screamed the whole time. His eyes were so shut tight and he was making such a racket he didn't even notice when the nurse pushed the plunger on the needle and released the medicine into his arm. Nor did he notice that he screamed for five whole minutes after the whole thing was done.
He only noticed that it was over after he opened an eye curiously. He had immediately sat right up and been terribly embarrassed. The smiling nurse fixed him up and took his X-rays and kept gently comforting him.
"Just as I figured." The doctor said as he examined the pictures on the monitor. "He must have fallen quite hard."
"How bad is it?" Lance asked nervously.
"His arm is broken in three places, with a small hair-line fracture in a fourth." The doctor looked sympathetically at the young boy who was blinking drowsily from the medicine. But at this news, he bolted straight up.
"Remy broked?" He asked with fear in his eyes.
"Kin yah fix 'im?" Rogue asked, on the verge of tears at the idea.
"Don't worry princess," the doctor smiled. "Your big brother will be fine. Its nothing a cast and sling and some good care won't help."
"Good." Rogue's smile was so innocent and Lance smiled because it looked like she had begun to trust the doctor.
The doctor smiled knowledgeably and turned to the boys as the nurse began wrapping Remy's arm in plaster of Paris.
"Right, then. Now we must discuss a few things. They should have been given before any treatment was administered but at the case of how badly his arm looked, I felt it would be best to get to helping him." The doctor smiled professionally. "Now, I need the name, address, and phone number of the adult who is his legally recognized care taker-a parent most preferably."
Lance gulped and took a deep breath. But before he could respond, the four-year-old beamed and laughed.
"Remy knows dat stuff! Papa tol' Remy!" The doctor looked expectantly at the child. Then turned to Lance.
"And you say he is four years old? He already knows that information?" The doctor looked impressed. "Go on Remy."
"Ok. Remy lives wit' 'is famille (family) at 16 Rue Saint Michelle, N'awlins (New Orleans), Leesiana (Louisiana) 19453. §§ IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTE: THIS IS A RANDOM ADDRESS THAT IS ENTIRELY MADE UP! IF IT ACTUALLY EXISTS, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO GET IN CONTACT WITH THE RESIDENTS AS THEY ARE NOT THE THIEVES GUILD MEMBERS! §§ An' de number be 150-105-8456. §§ SEE PREVIOUS NOTE AND APPLY IT TO THE PHONE NUMBER §§ But m' papa said dat Remy not opposed ta (supposed to) gib (give) dat te nobody un'ess iss a mergency (unless its an emergency)." The four-year-old smiled in pride. Everybody present was impressed, except for Kitty who had fallen asleep on a chair.
"Ok, Very good." The doctor took note of this while clearly impressed. "Now what is your Papa's name?"
Lance found it curious that the man was asking this from the four-year-old but he remained silent.
"M' pére's name be Jean-Luc LeBeau." Remy said this name while displaying the utmost pride. Pietro frowned. Somehow that jogged his memory of something he had been told a long time ago.
"Ok kiddo." The doctor looked curiously at Lance. "You don't have a Cajun accent son. And forgive me for saying this but you look too young to be his father, and you don't even look remotely like him. So why are you the one who brought him to the doctor and what, if you don't mind my asking, are you doing up North?"
Lance swallowed hard. "Well, he's my...uh...step-brother. Um...my mother remarried and the pip-squeak was part of the package." Lance shrugged as he lied quickly. Judging by the way the doctor frowned slightly and nodded, Lance could tell he was believed.
"And anyway, I was um...giving my mother and Jean-Luc a vacation from the kid so I came up here to stay with a friend up here in New York for the summer." Lance's voice grew stronger as he continued.
"I see. Yes." The doctor smiled vaguely. "And the little girls?"
"Oh they are my half sisters." Lance smiled. "Kitty and Marie." He pointed to each of them in turn. The doctor smiled and took a note on his paperwork. "Well, am I to presume that you do not have insurance and would like to charge it to your guardians?" The doctor smiled. Lance nodded without thinking too much.
"If you want you could bill it Xavier Institute. Address is 1407 Graymalkin Lane, Bayville NY, 12345. (Sorry, don't know NY zip codes but that actually is the real Xavier Institute address.)"
"Xavier Institute for gifted youngsters?" The doctor asked, shocked.
"Uh, yeah. That's where we are all staying." Lance gulped. Pietro rolled his eyes, but prepared mentally for a fight. Or at least several armed security guards "gently escorting them from the premises."
"Well, I suppose I could do that." The doctor smiled thought fully. Pietro's jaw dropped. The doctor's eyebrow raised skeptically. "Does it surprise you that I am not disturbed beyond measure at this news?"
Both of the teenage boys nodded mutely.
"Well, not everybody hates mutants. And I would be a hypocrite to do so." Both boys raised their eyebrows and exchanged a glance. "For heavens sake! My own sister was and my nieces are mutants! And it is a possibility that my own children could be! But I won't mention that to any of my colleagues. With the exception of Lorna." He then turned and exited.
At the phone the doctor is using
Ring, Riiing, Riiiiiiiiiiing.
The doctor smiled to himself as somebody picked up at the number he called.
" 'Ello. 'Oo is dis?" (who is this). A female teenage voice with a strong accent answered suspiciously.
"Hello, my name is Daniel Shock. I am-"
"Sorry but we ain' interested in whatever y' trahin' (trying) t' sell. An' how did y' git dis number? Iss a private line!"
"Excuse me, but I am not a telemarketer. I am a doctor at Bayville Memorial Hospital's Emergency room in Bayville, New York."
The girl on the other end snorted. "Ah mighta (might have) guessed. We don' give t' charity in New York eit'er. Now please don' eve' use dis number again. Have a nice day."
"No, no, no! I am not asking for charity donations."
"Then who are y'?" The girl practically snarled.
"I have already told you that, young lady. And as to where I got this number, that information is not the biggest issue at hand at the moment." The doctor said politely and professionally. "Now if I may ask you a question, are you any relation to Remy LeBeau?"
The girl inhaled a sharp breath at the name. But she managed to keep her voice level.
"Maybe dis fille knows what y' talkin' 'bout..." She said coolly and any normal person could have taken it for disinterest but after talking to her, the doctor could notice the slight hesitancy to her voice. "Maybe she be related t' 'oo y' talkin' 'bout. But dat depends on 'oo's askin'....and why dey askin." Her voice grew dangerously soft.
"Well, miss, I am afraid that if you are not related to him, or will not cooperate with me, I must ask you to put somebody else on the line. This is doing nothing but waste time. There is an emergency and that should be enough for whomever will tell me what I need to know."
At this, the girl lost her cool. "What 'appened? What wrong? Is 'e 'urt?" She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Did Remy give y' dis number monsieur (sir/ mister in French)?" She whispered as if trying to make sure that nobody else heard her.
"Yes, miss. Remy is the one who gave me this number."
The girl sighed nervously. "Alright, it must be an emergency if Remy risked giving out this number fo' y'. Ah'm 'is sister. Please? Is he alright, iss he 'urt ou somet'in'?"
"Yes. I am sorry to say that there was an accident and Remy LeBeau sustained a broken arm. Three separate breaks, and a hair-line fracture."
The girl sighed in relief. "Ah was worried dat it was somet'in' mo' serious, like cancer." She admitted reluctantly. "But Ah always knew dat boy would git int' trouble. Ah guess yah need insurance data an' all dat huh?"
The doctor told her he did and she put him on hold to get the information. When she finished searching her wallet, she came back and sounded flustered.
"Ok, Ah'll give y' dis info on one condition. Y' gotta promise notta (not to) tell m' father. He wouldn' be happy. But y' can use de info an' charge all 'spenses (expenses) to m' bank account. Iss de Bank o' N'awlins (New Orleans). Te git mahne (mine), ask fo' Emil. Tell 'im dat Gretal need de money te help Hansel. He'll unde'stand it." She said in a hushed tone. "An' if 'e don' get dat, tell 'im dat de Angel need t' help de Demon. He shouldn' give y' any trouble. Now if y' give me de address o de hospital, I kin send de insurance data wit' tomorrow mornin's ove'night mail."
"Very well miss." Dr. Shock said. "Your brother is currently residing up here in Bayville as I am sure you know already."
"Oui. Ah knew dat." The girl said as if talking to an idiot. "Twas m' pére who sent him up t' de dude wit' white hair. But Ah don' know de 'zact (exact) address."
"Oh, then, I can give you the address." The doctor gave the address Lance had signed on the paperwork.
"T'ank y' monsieur." The girl said gratefully, and then hung up the phone.
In the Examination Room with Lorna, Lance, Pietro and the three mini-mutants.
"So..uh...what did the doctor mean?" Lance asked conversationally. "You know, when he said to exclude you in not telling everyone we're from the institute."
"Well," Lorna smiled mysteriously. "For one thing he is my uncle. For another, I'm a mutant too."
"Really?" Pietro's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Um-Hm." She nodded.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but you look so...normal." Pietro said while Lance rolled his eyes at his friends stupidity.
Lorna smiled. "Well, I thought not all mutants could be visibly detected." She grinned and Lance smirked. "But if its any consolation, I was born with wild green hair that matches my eyes."
Pietro quirked an eyebrow. "girl, your hair is brown."
Lorna giggled softly. "Um duh! A nurse can't exactly show up with emerald green hair!"
Lance shook his head as Pietro's mind absorbed this data and an embarrassed flush colored the boy's neck and face.
"Oh." He said. Lance smirked. Pietro Maximoff was speechless; stunned into silence! The black mail possibilities were endless-later at a more appropriate time.
"So, how did this happen to him anyway?" Lorna asked and gestured to the softly whimpering four-year-old as she wrapped the final strip of the cast material around the boy's arm. "I mean, this looks like it must have been a nasty fall."
"Well, he was climbing the wall of his playpen." Lance began. "But another kid was shaking the wall of it. So he slipped and fell." Lance frowned.
"What, did neither of you see this going on?" The girl asked incredulously.
'Ummmm, not...exactly..." Lance frowned as if embarrassed by this fact.
"What? Why wasn't anybody watching him? Don't you know that you are lucky its just a broken arm?" Lorna demanded angrily.
"Well, us older kids were in the kitchen. We thought that-"
"No, clearly the problem is that you didn't think." The girl glared and both boys shied away from her. "And due to your carelessness, a darling little four-year-old got really hurt! Thank God it wasn't one of these two!" Lorna pointed to Rogue who had climbed onto the table and was sitting next to Remy, and Kitty who was curled into a small ball and breathing evenly. "I shudder at the thought of how severe it would be if it was one of these poor sweet little angels." At this comment, Pietro snorted. This earned him a sharp glare. "And you had also better thank your lucky stars that he ONLY hit his arm! It could have been his head for heaven's sake."
"Yes Ma'am." Lance mumbled sheepishly. "We're sorry. But we never thought that that would happen! We only turned our backs for a few minutes."
"Not Remy's fawt (fault) ma'am." Rogue tilted her head to the side and swung her legs back and forth the way kids do when sitting for long. Lorna turned to the little girl with a softened expression.
"Who's fault is it then?" Lorna asked gently.
"Twas Tabita's fawt." The three-year-old glowered. "She shakeded the bahs (bars) on the paypen (playpen). An' made Remy faw (fall) dan (down)."
Lorna's frown faded as she smiled at the stubborn little girl.. Quickly she turned back to Lance. "Fine, I'll let it slide for now. But keep a better eye on these kids Lance Alvers." She said sternly.
Both of the teenage boys nodded dumbly. Rogue was looking at Lorna with newfound respect. She seemed definitely impressed by the girl's ability to silence the boys she had never even met.
"Ok, now Remy, we just have to wait for your cast to dry. Okay?" The little kid nodded but looked fidgety.
"While we're here, maybe one of you could tell me why little Marie seemed so terrified of my uncle-her doctor." Lorna looked quizzically at Lance and then Pietro.
"Actually, we have no real clue why." Lance shrugged. "We've never seen her act so timid as she did back at that moment.
"Marie? Maybe you can answer. Why don't you like the doctor, sweetie?"
Rogues eyes instantly grew wide again. She trembled a little. "Cuz Ah don'!" She answered meekly. "Ah know a bad mean doctah (doctor)." And then the young girl buried her face in her hands.
"Child, what-the-heck-are-you-doing?" Pietro asked in exasperation. He rolled his eyes in obvious irritation.
"M' hahdin' (hiding)" She giggled. "Y'all can' see meh cuz Ah can't see yah."
Lorna and Lance smiled. Pietro had just rolled his eyes with a low mutter of "babies!" The teenaged albino got up into the little girl's face, presumably to tell her the problems with that logic. Suddenly, she opened her eyes really wide and giggled "Peek-a-boo!"
The effect wasn't expected and Pietro slightly jumped in shock. This sent Lorna, Lance and Remy into a laughing fit.
"Not-funny!" He grumbled testily. "Not-funny-at-all."
"That, Pietro, is what you think." Lance grinned. "The look on your face was priceless."
"Okay, lets drop that subject." Lorna chuckled. "My sides hurt from laughing too much. So next question, you guys are mutants right? Soooooo, your powers are...?"
Pietro smirked. He used his super-speed to circle the room three times. When he slowed down, he was holding Lorna's clipboard, the lollipop canister, and the pen that Lorna had stowed in the pocket of her lab jacket.
"Does-that-answer-the-question?" Pietro smirked again.
"Ah, a super-speedster." Lorna nodded. "That's interesting."
When she turned to Lance, he clenched his fists and made the room shake slightly. Just enough to knock a box of tongue depressors to the edge of the cabinet they had been resting. He stopped quickly and held his head gingerly.
"What's wrong?" Lorna asked, startled.
"Well, I don't exactly have 100 % control of my powers." Lance winced. "They tend to give me migraines if I try to control them. And I've never made such a small quake before."
Lorna nodded. "Ah, of course, geo-physical manipulation. You're the first I've met with that gift."
Lance nodded and again rubbed the side of his head. "These three are mutants too." He gestured to Kitty, who was still sleeping curled in the chair, Remy, who was impatiently swinging his legs gently and fidgeting a lot, and Rogue who was now seated on the floor, tying an un-knowing Pietro's shoelaces together.
"Oh?" Lorna raised an eyebrow.
"But, don't take offense but I don't know you well enough to trust with that information."
"What, have their identities not been discovered yet?" Lance nodded and Lorna immediately understood. "Well, we'll just make sure that it stays that way. Life is heck when you're a marked mutant." Lorna smiled ruefully. "Believe me I know."
"Don't we know it." Lance sighed. He ran his hand through his hair while chuckling humorlessly. Then he tilted his head to the side and looked at her. "How'd you get a job if you got discovered?"
Lorna instantly lost all traces of happiness. "Well for one thing, when I became known, I was in Hawaii. Take the name 'Lorna Dane' to Hawaii and you'll get the same response as if you said.... 'Scott Summers' up here in New York." She sighed and looked as if she was a million miles away. "And the hair dye job helped a lot too."
"If you don't mind my asking, how the heck do you know Summers?" Lance's tone held an uncomfortable edge to it.
"Oh EVERYBODY knows Cyclops." Lorna shrugged. "And the fact that his little brother is my boyfriend is just an added plus." The girl smiled again.
"Wait, Summers' brother? Havoc? Alex Masters?" Lance's memory replayed the events that had happened on Asteroid M involving the Summers.
Lorna nodded. "That's why we all came North. Well, at least, my sister and I. Alex will be up in about a week. But we had to start new lives away from where we grew up." The girl sighed wistfully.
Pietro snorted. "So-why-come-to-Bayville? Its-like-the-most-mutant-hostile-place-I-ever-heard-of."
"I have my reasons." Lorna's voice grew a bit distant.
"Such-as?" Pietro butted in.
"Such as the fact that Alex's brother lives up here, nobody knows I am a mutant, and above all, I am on a mission to find the man who is supposedly my father." Lorna snapped coldly.
Pietro rolled his eyes but remained silent. There was an awkward few moments of silence where the only sounds were Kitty's gentle breathing and the dull thud each time Remy's sneakers hit the side of the examination table he was seated on.
"So...what-are-your-powers?" Pietro asked tentatively.
Lorna smiled and shut her eyes. She clenched her fists and focused. The metal objects in the room all rose and floated around in circles over her head. Her metal stethoscope rose and began to listen to Remy's heartbeat as if by its own volition.
Lance's jaw hit the floor and Pietro's eyes were comically huge. "Wha....how...who...why...Aye aye aye."
Lorna looked quizzically at him. "Um what?"
Lance regained his ability to speak. "You can control...metal???" Lance said in a high, squeaky voice that was not his normal one by any stretch of the imagination.
"Yeah...So what?"
Hi its me again. We have a few things to talk about. For one thing I am SO sorry that this has taken so long. I have had about forty million distractions. For one thing, school is ending June 21 and I have huge finals coming up in like two weeks. My grades are hugely important. Another thing is my team placed Fourth in the state so I had to put a lot of work into my Business management team because I am the team captain, and most skilled member as I am the only one who was at every meeting and can do the math without a calculator. So congratulate me and My team members (Alix, Alison, and the infamous Becky) we didn't make nationals but eh who cares. Yet another factor is the whole babysitting thing. The kid who I baby sit for has a mother who's job is unstable and sometimes she is home by 3:30 and sometimes I don't see her until almost 7. After that I have homework and my teachers do not seem to care that this means as much if not more to me as flatworms and soil management. For the most major homework-hand-outer, all of you can thank Ms. Cole. I swear she is out to get me. But I am so proud of myself because I finally did well on one of her insanely strictly graded essays. If Ms. Cole got her way, I would have no free time at all....Anyway also throw in the fact that I am balancing, girl scouts, church, FFA, baby-sitting, and student council to my school work and my family is wondering how I have any free time as it is. But my beloved readers, that is not everything. I still must find a way to eat, sleep, spend time with my family, chill with my friends and mediate problems. Oh and I am currently using a lot of computer time to research colleges. So you can see I am really busy. But I love this story and I won't quit. In the summer a whole lot of the burden will vanish into space time like Apocalypse (supposedly and hopefully) did.
Ok, enough wit' de borin' excuses. Now's de good stuff. Okay. This chapter took twice as long as others because there was a HUGE plot hole. We are talking ginormous here. It would have twisted the whole story out of proportion worse than Pietro on a sugar high (does that not provide hilarious and disturbingly so scenarios?) And I had a bit of writer's block as to how to fix it but I did.
Next thing to talk about, this chapter was rich with cameos. The doctor I used was originally in one of the episodes of the Rugrats TV show on Nickelodeon. But he is the doctor I use in all my stories so you will see more of him. Remy's little (currently older sister) Angélique played a preview part too. What did you guys think of her? You'll get more of her later. And Lorna Dane is not an OC for the uninformed. She's Polaris and if any of you know her history and picked up the reason behind Pietro's reaction to her powers, keep that in mind as it will be the biggest thing for the sequel. She is an actual Marvel character (nope I don't own her either), but her younger sis is all mine. You won't be introduced to her for a while though if at all in this story. I also spoke of the second Summers brother. He may or may not have a part in this. Let me know what you think. The most votes will decide. I have a few ideas for him but I don't know if I should bring in a character I didn't originally intend to.
Ok next item of business... Its been a while since I did the poem thing hasn't it. Well here is a foreshadowing poem.
Sharing and Caring are lessons to learn
Watch out kid or you'll get a burn!
Remy defends de ladies
and its bedtime for the babies!
Who is the most difficult,
I bet when called they all will bolt.
Pajamas, stories, bedtime snacks;
The older teens' nerves will wrack.
You ask how hard could it be...
Well my friend you soon shall see...
There that should give just enough to tantalize and hold interest.
Which leads me to another thing I wish to discuss. I am really sorry for the delay and hope that I will proceed much faster with the next chapter. I really hope I didn't lose any audience over it. But once I heard something along the lines of "The best things in life are worth waiting for..." So you can tell me if that is true. Heaven knows some authors out there update once every three or four years coughJKRowlingcoughcough and some fanfic authors only update every 6 months so ...eh.
Now it is time for the question of this chapter. Hmmm I need a good one...Oh yes...Why has Rogue's name not been fully revealed? And for the non-X-me one, If there is a reward for the capture of a criminal, and the criminal turns himself in, do they get the reward?
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chapter 11 of Back in diapers
posted May 25th, 2004