Author's Note- IT'S ALIVE! Sorry about the wait, folks. I've been doing some work on my original stories and this sort of took the back burner.

pyroMidnightVamp, Mysteeggurl, DazzlinShorty, Charice- Thank you!

Kitty Pryde 2- The answer that you seek shall be found below. Yes, yes he is.

ishandahalf- Even if apologizing did take all of his willpower. I was thinking to myself: who are the last people you'd picture killing someone, Kitty and Toad were on the top of my list... I think this bunny has ODed too, but he's getting better!

PomegranateQueen- Thank you. Mel Brooks is a true artist.

Demonic Gambit- That's just what Pete does, he rarely throws the first punch.

somekindafreaky- Just for you I'm working on a new Kitty/Remy story. I'm hoping to start posting soon.

sickmindedsucker- That's the way it was at my school too, although we did once had this girl deck this jerk who called her a racist name. We all enjoyed that, though. And they both got suspended. I'll find ways to make them run into each other, or just add in more Lockheed shenanigans.

The Cruise

Kitty and Pete sat in front of a mirror trying new disguises on Lockheed via the extra halowatch Kurt had leant them, which the dragon was using as a collar. "Now that's perfect," Pete smirked. Lockheed made and "eek" noise and Kitty tried to stifle a giggle.

She cleared her throat. "You look great, 'Heed, really, purple poodles are very... interesting."

"Grr..."

"Okay, okay, I'll change it." Kitty typed a few things into the watch and Pete started laughing. "Pete!"

"He's an aardvark," Pete snickered.

"You make a cute aardvark," Kitty assured the annoyed Lockheed. She changed the image again. "How's this?" Lockheed sighed and gave the dragon version of a shrug.

"I liked the aardvark better," Pete said.

"What's wrong, dragon?" Kitty asked. "What would you rather be?" Lockheed stood up on his hind legs.

"Roar!" He started walking, albeit unsteadily, and shoved at a pillow knocking it over.

"'Heed, I, like, can't turn you into Godzilla," Kitty smiled. She turned to Pete. "Why are you letting him watch those movies?"

"Wot?" Pete asked innocently. "He likes them, and it keeps him out of our hair for a couple hours."

"That crap will rot his brain."

Pete snorted. "Wot brain?"

"Grr..."

Two days later

"Kit?" Pete asked gently. "You know I'd do anything for you, but why am I carryin' all these bloody bags?"

Kitty shrugged. "You're a big strong man." Pete snorted and just looked at her. "What?" Kitty's new "parrot" sat on her shoulder.

"Nothin', luv. Guess what?"

"What?"

"Well, I've talked to Betsy, and we're all sharing room with our significant others."

"And our dragon," Kitty reminded him.

Pete snorted. "He ain't mine, he's all yours. Hell, if it were up t' me he'd still be in England."

"Grr..."

"Pete-"

"Wot?"

A few feet back

"Let me," Remy said taking Rogue's bags.

"Remy, Ah can handle mah own bag."

"Je sais," Remy nodded. "But it's not a problem." Rogue watched him struggle with her bags and his and shook her head lightly.

"Fine sugah." They stepped onto the boat. "Nice."

"Rogue, did Betsy tell you who you're rooming with?" Brian asked approaching the couple.

"Um, no, why?"

"Apparently, she and Warren are rooming together, and Pete's trying to get Kitty to room with him... what on earth does she see in him? Anyhow, are you rooming with Remy or would you like a room to yourself?"

"Ah'm... not sure. Ah'll tell ya'll later."

"In other words, it depends on whether or not Remy pisses his chére off too much," Remy said carrying their bags into the room.

"Yeah, pretty much," Rogue shrugged then nodded. "And, Remy, Ah ain't yer chére."

"Desolé," Remy said bowing slightly.

"Yeah, right." She walked out onto the deck. Remy shut the door following. Much to their surprise, there weren't many people on the boat.

"Dis should be an interestin' trip," Remy mused. They stepped to the railing where the others were waiting. They waved goodbye to the others as the boat began to sail away.

"I'm going to go organize our stuff," Kitty told the group.

"Ah'll go with ya," Rogue offered. The two walked away. Pete took out a pack of cigarettes. He was about to pull one out when Lockheed dive-bombed him taking it. The "parrot" then flew away with Pete following closely behind.

"Get back here!" Pete yelled chasing after Lockheed. He stopped at the edge of the boat holding the object Pete sought over the edge. Pete stopped in his tracks. "Don't you dare."

"Back off, stinky."

Pete blinked. "Pardon?"

"Yoo heard me."

"God, it's finally appened. Ya've driven me insane."

"Driven? Phht, yoo been there a long time."

"Great, now the rat's mockin' me." The cigarettes dropped. "No!" Pete turned to Lockheed, his eyes glowing. "Now ya die, rotten little bugger." Lockheed yelped and flew to Kitty who was coming out of their room.

"What's wrong?" Kitty asked the dragon who stared at her with wide eyes. Pete ran over.

"Let go of the dragon and step away," he growled.

"What'd you do to Lockheed?" Kitty demanded.

"Why don't you ask that purple menace what 'e did t' me?"

"Because you can talk, Lockheed can't."

"But- he... oh, nevermind, you'll never believe me. Why doesn't your pet spend the night with Bets, I'm sure she'll love his charmin' company."

"Is this just, like, an excuse to get me alone?"

Pete grinned down at her. "Of course."

"Grr..."

He glared at the dragon resting in Kitty's arms. "And to get through a night with all me clothes intact."

"I still don't get why you think Lockheed would take your clothes," Kitty said shaking her head, bemused.

"I don't know. Ask him."

"Pete-"

"Lockheed can't talk. Right. He dropped another pack of me cigarettes into the water."

"Easy solution. Stop smoking." Pete just stared at her. "Fine." She walked over to Betsy. "How do you feel about dragon sitting?"

"Are they fighting again?" Betsy asked raising an eyebrow.

"Do they ever stop?" Kitty inquired

The other woman laughed. "Good point. He can stay with us tonight."

"Do I get a say in this?" Warren asked.

Betsy smiled at her boyfriend. "Nope."

Kitty handed Lockheed to Betsy. "Thanks."

"No problem," Betsy assured her sticking the dragon in her room. Kitty walked back over to Pete.

"Happy?" He pulled her into his arms giving her a long passionate kiss.

"That answer your question?"

"Um... yeah."