A cold breeze brushed my face as I sat with my legs crossed over top of each other on my mat. I tried to clear my head and focus on my breathing, but it was difficult. I twitched at every noise and a cramp was forming in my leg as it protested its position.

"Stop fidgeting dear." Mom's calm voice said soothingly.

I opened one eye and peeked over at my mom, who sat in the same meditating position beside me. She looked completely serene, with her face neutral and her eyes closed. She was also completely motionless. Since we were up on the mansion's roof, the wind was able to blow through her white hair gracefully.

How did she do it?

"I can't help it." I moaned as I tried to free my legs from their crazy position. "I can't feel my feet."

She smiled, but did not respond. I grumbled and crossed my legs once again. I exhaled and closed my eyes.

"This is boring."

"It isn't meant to be exciting, its meant to sooth your mind." Mom replied.

I frowned, my eyes closed. "Sitting in an uncomfortable position with my eyes closed? I don't see how that's supposed to help anything."

"Leah, we've been up here four minutes, you haven't given it a chance." Mom chided. "Do you always have to be moving to be happy?"

"No." I answered saucily, "When I sleep I'm quite still. And I love sleeping. It's my favourite. In fact, I wish I was sleeping right now. Hey!"

I opened my eyes as something hit my back. I looked around and saw a small, deformed snowball behind me.

"Did you just make it snow so you could throw that at me?" I asked, fighting a smile.

Mom opened her eyes. "Why dear, I don't have the faintest recognition of what you're talking about."

Despite myself, I smiled. "You're good."

"No," Mom said, closing her eyes once more. "I'm great."

I laughed. "Of course you are. And as fun as this is, I better take off. Remy's probably finished with his physio exercises and will be expecting me."

"All right, just don't your father find out or else he'll remember that he has a new training method or chore for you to do." Mom drawled.

I rolled my eyes, knowing what she said was completely true. Remy was getting better and he was out of the MedBay, but I've been visiting every day at his small apartment. That was, when I could. Whenever Dad heard I was going to visit him, he'd find something to keep me occupied.

"Ugh," I groaned.

"He's just worried about you," Mom soothed, knowing what was meant by my groan. "He doesn't want you to get hurt."

"Remy's not going to hurt me." I said, though a small voice in my head whispered 'I hope'.

"Of course he's not, it's just what parents do. Worry."

I looked over at my mother. "Are you worried about me seeing Remy?"

"Yes, but in a different way." Mom answered. "I'm worried my baby is growing up and I might lose her."

I bent down and hugged her. "You're never going to lose me, I promise."

"I hope that's true." Mom said, hugging me back. "Because if I ever do lose you, I will ground you until you're eighty."

I laughed and headed down the stairs.

xXx

I knocked on Remy's door and let myself in. The curtains were closed and no lights were turned on, as usual. Remy's apartment was much smaller than the one I shared with my parents. We had a full kitchen, living room and three bedrooms, as well as a spacious washroom. Remy's was just one large room with a kitchenette (which looked more like a bar), a living room and a large bed in the corner. It was modern and messy. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, clothing was scattered on the floor near the bed and tv guides and motorcycle magazines littered the couch and table. It wasn't unbearably messy, just not tidy.

"Dat you petite?" Remy called from his bathroom. I heard running water.

"Nope, its pizza guy." I called back good naturedly, dropping onto the couch and picking up an old issue of a Harley magazine. I had to squint to see because of the dimness of the room.

The water stopped running and a few minutes later Remy appeared in just a towel around his trim waist. He ran another towel through his unruly, damp hair. I could only see his silhouette because of the lack of light, but with his physique, I wasn't complaining.

Mmmm, abbs…

"Oh damn, Ah really hoped it was de pizza guy." Remy said mournfully.

I laughed and threw one of the couch pillows at him. "Go put some pants on and I'll put in a pizza."

"Ah, petite, don't tell me you ain't enjoy'n de view?" Remy purred, gesturing at his model chest.

"I just said pants, nothing about a shirt." I countered with a smile as I made my way over to his kitchenette.

Remy was doing much better and was almost like his old cocky self. He made jokes and flirted once more. But he still avoided people and stuck to his apartment. He kept the place dark and would not allow anyone but his doctors to see his face. Though I had come to see him every day, I had still yet to see his face.

"Remy, have you ever heard of vegetables? Or fruit?" I joked, looking in his fridge. Beer, beer, beer, jar of pickles, beer, a random jar of mustard…

"Hey now, Ah eat just fine, tank yah very much." Remy said, coming up behind me and closing the fridge door.

"Yah, because you have a dining hall downstairs that feeds you every day." I countered, opening the top door to the freezer. I pulled out a frozen pepperoni pizza from under a couple frozen dinners. "I thought you liked cooking?"

"Ah do. Ah just don't see da point of it when Ah only cook'n fo' me, yah know?" Remy answered.

I closed the freezer door and opened my mouth to tell him he was a lazy butt. But when I looked up, my mouth snapped shut. Remy was close enough that I could see his face, even in the dim light. Unlike the other times when we were close, he wasn't looking away from me. For the first time since his attack, I saw his face. The tip of his nose was gone. Deep, painful looking trails ran across his pale skin on the right part of his face. His right eyebrow was divided by another scar, but his eye was undamaged.

He was still beautiful. I don't know how to describe it. It was like your favourite sweater that got a permanent stain on it, but it's still your favourite.

Remy looked incredibly nervous, but also defensive. He stared down at my face as if expecting me to scream or turn away. But I wasn't going to do any of those things.

I held his eyes and gestured at the frozen pizza. "I told you last time, you need to get some Canadian pizzas. Pepperoni's good, but Canadian's are great."

"Leah…" Remy said, almost painfully.

I set down the pizza and stood on my toes. I pressed my mouth to his. My lips pulled at his warm, firm ones. They moved together, like old dance partners. I felt myself being lifted up onto the countertop where I perched as Remy took lead on the kissing. He groaned lightly as I ran my fingers through his thick hair. We broke apart to breath and I leaned my head against his chest.

"But seriously though, get some Canadian pizzas." I said quietly. I smiled as I felt his chest rumble with laughter.

xXx

I stayed at Remy's place until ten. Though we didn't kiss again, Remy took every opportunity to touch me. Brushing back my hair, running his fingers across my shoulders as he passed me, draping his arm over my shoulders. Later when we were channel surfing, Remy stretched out on the couch and placed his head in my lap. I didn't mind being a human pillow. I played with his head absently.

Everyone was in bed by the time I got back to the apartment (that's right, even superheroes turn in early some nights). I stopped to turn off Ben's light, knowing how he liked to fall asleep with it on but didn't need it once he was actually asleep. I changed into my sleeping boxers and a tank top and crawled into bed without bothering to turn on the lights. Burying my face in my pillow, I sighed and closed my eyes.

And my eyes instantly opened as an arm wrapped around my waist.

"What the Hell!" I shoved my 'bunk buddy' out of my bed and pulled my blanket up around my body.

"Hey!" The boy looked up and I instantly recognized him. I grabbed my pillow started beating the creep with it.

"Leah, stop, stop, it's me!" Fang said, trying to protect his head with his arms.

"That's why I'm hitting you! Get out of here!" I hissed.

"Leah!" Fang grabbed my pillow away from me and scrambled to his feet.

"I said, get out of here!" I shoved Fang towards my window. "Just turn into a bird or whatever and get out of my room!"

"Leah, stop! I need to talk to you!"

"After what you did to Remy, you don't get to talk to me!" I snarled, shoving him. "You selfish, evil, psychotic-!"

"Leah, they're going to kill me." Fang interrupted, grabbing my arm.

That made me stop. I pulled out of his grip and but I stopped trying to shove him out my window.

Seeing he now had the upper hand. "The Brotherhood wants my head because I saved you."

"You didn't save me, you tried to kidnap me-"

"I got you out of there before their assassin Daken got you. You may have not liked how I did it, but I saved you. And now they want to kill me because of it." Fang said, his one eye staring at me intensely. "I have no place to stay and they won't find me here."

I wanted to say 'so what'. I wanted to not care if the Brotherhood killed him. But I did care. As much as I hated what Fang did, as much as I hated what he had become, I still cared for Eric. I couldn't let him be killed for helping me.

"What you did to Remy-"

"Was to even the playing field." Fang said in a rumbly voice. "You know how much I lov-"

"Don't say it." I warned.

Fang frowned. "I just wanted to have a chance with you."

"What you did was demented. Slashing a man's face like that?" I said in disgust. "And you don't even see that you did something wrong."

Fang tilted his head to the side and blinked, looking like a confused puppy that didn't know why he shouldn't chew on the furniture.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine, you can stay for tonight. But tomorrow, you have to either go ask the Professor for permission to stay, and for forgiveness from Scott and Remy, or go find someplace else to hide from the Brotherhood."

Fang grinned and he almost looked like Eric again. He then crawled back into my bed and looked at me expectantly. I went over to the bed and grabbed my pillow.

"Oh no, I'm taking the couch." I informed a now frowning Fang. I paused in my door way, not looking at him. "And don't get any ideas. This means nothing. I can't trust you, and I never will."

With that, I closed the door.