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"So," she said wiping the tears out of her eyes, no longer caring about her mascara, "because you were to scared to phone the other girls, the three of you are now women."

"Yes." said Scott, who was now going by the name Sandra.

"Permanently?" she asked feeling the giggles rising again and fighting to keep them down.

"No," said Lorraine quickly, "Just till the end of the mission."

"Right."

She looked at them all in turn. She laughed.

"Oh, that's really helpful Emma." said Logan crossing her arms.

"I'm sorry. It's just. It's ridiculous. You should have just called them."

"And ruin their week away?"

"Well what about his, well her now I guess, what about her week.." she said laughing and motioning to Remy who was smiling and grinning in return.

"Oh I didn't mind. I mean, what a way t'spend yer last week of freedom huh?"

"Indeed," said Emma looking over Remy's new physical appearance, she was interested to know she felt sort of jealous.

"Look, Emma," started warren deciding to take charge, "Not that we don't appreciate yer company but what are you doing here? Why aren't you with the other girls?"

"I wasn't invited."

Silence.

Some of them looked at the floor or became suddenly interested in other objects. Only Bobby and Remy looked at her, and only one of them had the intelligence not to ask the next question.

"Why?" asked Bobby at least sounding genuinely shocked.

"Kitty was organising it."

Bobby was about to ask yet another question when Remy nudged him in the ribs and said, "Well, Kitty took dem all t'London, so dat jus' goes t'show what terrible taste she's got."

Emma smiled back at him and wondered how the Cajun could still be just as charming as a woman. She was definitely having some conflicted thoughts.

She stood up and smoothed down her clothes saying, "Well then, when are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, why?"

"I'm coming with you."

"What?!"

"I wouldn't miss this for the world. The three of you trying to pass for women. It's too good to miss."

"You're not coming," said Logan, "she's not coming."

"Having a real woman there would be better." Said Scott.

"What?!"

"Scott's right," said Remy, "It's give us more credibility."

Logan looked at all of them and sighed, "Fine."

"Good, that's settled," said Emma smiling again, "How are we getting there?"

"Train."

"Car."

"Bus."

The three of them looked at each other.

"Well uh," said Scott turning towards Emma, "We hadn't really thought about that yet. We were, sort of hung up on the whole, being a woman thing."

"I see," she said taking out her PDA, "Well, you can't all go together anyway, far too suspicious. We'll go separately. Scott, or, what are you going by now?"

"Sandra."

"Right, well Sandra, you go with you're Husband Warren by Car-"

"I object!" said Warren, "And who put you in charge?"

Scott turned round to him raising an eyebrow.

"You object?" he asked.

"Oh come on Scott. You think this is too weird-"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"Scott, listen to yourself."

"You should be so lucky."

"Oh fine! Fine! I'll go with Scott."

Scott smiled and winked at Emma. That was worrying.

"Right," said Emma quickly looking away, "Logan-"

"Lorraine."

"Ok, Lorraine, you'll be going by bus with some of the other Mother's heading to this camp, with your son. Robert."

"Ha! Poor Robert," said Bobby laughing.

Everyone turned too look at him. The laughing quickly stopped.

"Oh wait, you mean," he started pointing to himself, "Oh no, no, no! I don't want to go with Miss Ugly USA! I wanna go with Remy!"

Remy let out a little laugh and messed up Bobby's hair, "poor Bobby."

"It's best this way. Logan looks like he's someone's mother, and you're the only one young enough looking to pull that off. Plus you can't go with Remy. He's out of your league."

"Look, I don't like this anymore than you kid." said Logan.

"Wanna bet," said Bobby crossing his arms and pouting, obviously getting into character.

"What bout me chere?" asked Remy.

"Drop the 'chere' Remy, make it 'cherie' or 'darling' or something . We're going by train, you're going with you're boyfriend Pitor, and me your best friend."

Remy looked up at Pitor and smiled again. Pitor smiled back, caught himself and said, "I better go pack."

"This is so unfair!" shouted Bobby.

"Deal with it Bobby," said Emma putting her PDA away and crossing over to Remy and linking arms with him, "Come on then. Let's get you packed."

"Okay Sugar."

"I can't believe the price of gas now." said Warren grudgingly handing over the money to the attendant.

"Nothing I can do about that sir." said the young man not paying much attention to him.

Warren followed his gaze out to where Scott was standing beside the car.

"Can I have my change please?"

"What?" said the attendant being shaken out of his dream, "Sorry sir. Good looking lady."

Warren rolled his eyes and walked out, slamming the door behind him for good measure.

"Get in the car," he said to Scott.

"What's the matter with you?"

"Just get in the car."

They drove in silence for a while. Until Scott said, "So are you just going to sit there in silence or are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Liar."

"I'm concentrating on the road."

"Oh yeah sure."

Warren sighed and said, "It's just taking some getting used to."

Scott smiled and said, "Why, am I that bad looking?"

"No, no it's not that," said Warren looking straight ahead, "It's the opposite. You're very convincing."

"I'm, convincing?"

"Yes, and don't you dare laugh because it's not funny. You're one of my best friends and seeing you like this, god, seeing Remy like this, it's just, it's weird ok, very, very weird. And I'm gonna need therapy for the rest of my life."

Silence.

"So you find me attractive?"

"Scott!"

"I'm sorry," said Scott trying to suppress the laughter, "It's not often I get to be on the other side of the winding up. Look, why don't I drive for a bit?"

"Fine." said Warren pulling over.

"And you can concentrate on relaxing."

"Fine." he said as They swapped.

"Think cold showers."

"Scott!"

"Sorry."

Warren fell asleep very quickly and didn't wake until he heard the sirens.

"Is, is that us they want to pull over?" asked Warren.

"Yes," said Scott, "Oh Shit!"

"What, it's probably nothing. You weren't over the speed limit were you?"

"No."

"So don't worry, just pull over. It's probably just a broken light or something."

"Warren?" said Scott anxiously.

"Yes?"

"My license says Scott Summers on it."

Bobby was in hell.

"Oh he's such a charming young boy." said the Woman sitting in front of him to Logan.

"I know," said Logan smiling and leaning over to the woman, "get's his good looks from his father. But he can be trouble sometimes."

Bobby tried to dodge but it was inevitable.

Logan pinched his cheek.

Logan was doing surprisingly well at passing as a suburban housewife. Too well, it was really freaking Bobby out. He just seemed to have a knack of talking to the other mothers. He already new them all by their first names and the names of all their children and he knew where all of them were from. He knew them all so well he was the one introducing the other mom's to each other. It was scary. And it was confusing.

"Mom?" said Bobby through gritted teeth.

"Yes dear?" said Logan turning to face him with a smile.

"I'm gonna go sit up back for a bit."

"Ok Bobby dear. You go make friends."

Bobby grimaced and quickly vacated his seat heading up to the back of the bus.

One of the seats were already taken by another boy around his age, or at least the age Logan was telling everyone he was which was five years younger than he actually was.

"Hey," said Bobby, "Mind if I join you?"

"Go ahead," said the boy not looking up from his comic.

He sat and pulled out the bag of Candy he'd gotten at the last place they had stopped at. The boy looked over at him and then back at the comic.

"You want one?" asked Bobby offering the bag of candy to the boy.

He smiled and said, "Sure. Thanks. Ah'm Jeb."

"Bobby."

"So what do you do?"

"What?"

"What's yer power?"

"Oh. Ice. I ice things. You?"

"Nothin' yet. But ma brother and sister are mutants so ah'm guessin' ah'll be one too." he actually sounded happy at the prospect, "Is that yer mama bein' the centre of attention?"

"Yeah," said Bobby with a great deal of disgust.

"Ah know how ya feel. Ma mama run's this place."

"Really?" said Bobby now giving the boy his full attention.

"Yup."

"And which one is she?"

"Oh she ain't on the bus. Ah was just hitchin' a ride back. Ah was up seein' ma sister."

"Right. So this camp. Is it fun?"

"It's alright. We don' have ta do much. It's mainly fer the mama's an papa's but every now an then we gotta go ta one of their stupid meeting's for 'family bonding'."

"I see. Maybe when we get there you could give me a tour then."

"Sure. No problem. As long as yer mama don' mind."

"Oh believe me. I want to get as far away from her as possible."

"…and den she said, 'Oh Remy, please tell me ya didn't steal it'"

The two of them laughed.

It had been a surprisingly good and uneventful journey so far apart from this late night 'sleepover session'. They had had dinner with Pitor in the Dinning Carriage but had quickly excused himself afterwards saying he needed to get some rest. Emma wasn't sure if it was because of his loyalty to Kitty he couldn't be in the same area as her nemesis Emma Frost. Or if it was because he was beginning to find Remy very, very attractive. It probably didn't help that before leaving for the train station Emma had given Remy some of her own fashion tips and clothes.

And so now the two of them were in Remy's sleeping berth drinking and telling stories.

"And had you?"

"No, of course not. Although, when de lady in de shop told me how much it was I almost regretted not." he said as he poured another cup of bourbon for himself and her, "So after I was able t'convince her I didn't steal it, she said 'well it sure as hell took ya long enough.' and den after dat t'ings seemed t'move pretty quickly."

"Probably think's you'll change your mind."

"Maybe. But I won't. She's a great girl, I wouldn't give her up fo' de world."

"It sounds like you are in Love Remy LeBeau."

"I do believe I am," he said raising his glass to her and taking a drink, "however, I'm not sure how much she would love me if she saw me like dis."

"I'm sure she would have conflicting thoughts." said Emma smiling.

"So, I t'ink I've spent long enough talkin' bout me. It's your turn che- I mean sugar."

She smiled and said, "What do you want to know?"

"Two words," he said holding up three fingers, "Sean. Cassidy."

The smile dropped off her face, "let's not go there Remy."

"Sometimes de best way t'get over it, is t'talk about it."

He wasn't going to give up.

She sighed and held out her cup, "Well if I'm going to get into this I'm going to need another drink."

He obligingly filled the cup with a rather generous amount.

"Sean Cassidy. He's just like the rest of them."

"Rest of who?"

"The other men I've dated."

"So ya did date him?"

"Well, if sometimes fooling around in the bedroom is dating, yeah we dated. But he was just another looser with a nice smile, a great body and commitment issues."

"I didn't t'ink girls like yo' wanted tsetse down?"

"I don't. But it's be nice once in a while I woke up to see him there lying next to me, instead of him buggering off. Well anyway, one time I woke up and he'd gone for good. I called him and all I got was the answering machine. Haven't heard from him since. And do you want to know the really stupid part? I knew. I knew all along that he was just going to run off. I knew that about all of them, but I stayed with them. Cause I'm an idiot."

"Yer not an idiot-"

"I am, if I had any brains I would stop dating guys like that. So that's exactly what I'm going to do. From now on. No more losers. In fact. I'm through with Love altogether."

"I'll drink t'dat"

"Says the girl, I mean guy, who's getting married."

"I'm jus' tryin' t'be supportive." he said smiling.

"Thanks," she said and looked at her cup, "You know, we should have probably have put some ice in this."

"I'll go get some." said Remy trying to stand up, "Wow, I t'ink de floor is movin."

"Of course it is," said Emma laughing, "We're on a train!"

Remy, laughing as well, tried to regain his balance, to no avail.

He fell over pulling the 'emergency stop' rope as he did.