Remy snickered as Storm led Leah away. Had any other girl come into the dining hall with a permanent marker mustache and unibrow, he would have thought her weird, but on Leah, it was just cute a quirky. Just goes to show how much a guy's taste can change. He used to be drawn to one night stand kind of girls. Beautiful, shallow, and possibly a little crazy. Girls that would rather be dead than be seen with a fake mustache. But now when he looked at Leah, it was like there were no other filles on the planet.

She got yo' wrapped 'round her little finger, homme, a little voice that sounded like his adopted brother Henri, sounded in his mind.

He glanced over at her friends and smiled. He mentally chalked one up when he noticed that he made at least three of them blush and smile back. Despite his scarred face, he still had it.

"Cajun, training in the Danger Room. Now." Wolverine barked at him from across the hall.

Remy grimaced, but bit back a retort. He hated being told what to do, especially by Logan. But as a lower class member of the X-men, he had to train when he was told to by senior members. And it was just common sense not to poke the Wolverine when he was going to be locked in the Danger Room with him for God knows how long.

"Coming sweetheart!" Remy called cheerfully back to Logan, making the X-man growl and storm off and the girls at the table giggle.

Okay, so he couldn't resist pulling Wolverine's tail just a little.

"Ladies." Remy nodded, making them blush more, as he got up to return his tray.

Remy whistled cheerfully as he headed for the change room. He took his time changing out of his jeans and plain white t-shirt and into his training gear (which, he had to admit, made his ass look pretty fine even if he felt silly for wearing something so tight). After adjusting his boots, he punched in his code for the Danger Room, assuming that Logan and the other X-men would be inside already.

"Yoo-hoo, Wolvie?" Remy called, the lights to dim in the training area to see anyone else. "Yah start the party without me, homme?"

The lights suddenly brightened, forcing Remy to squint and shade his eyes. "What da hell?"

Before him stood Wolverine, Jean, Beast, Captain America and Spiderman. All were dressed in their uniforms, and had their arms crossed.

"Cajun, we need to talk." Wolverine growled in a low voice.

"Merde."

xXx

Mom and I entered the Professor's office.

I let out a sigh and dropped down onto his stylish, but very comfortable, leather sofa. "Professor, before you ask why I have a fake mustache, I should just let you know- oh, hello."

I shut up immediately as I noticed we weren't alone. Two men in crisp black suits stood in front of the Professor's desk and looked at me with stern faces. Mom kind of rolled her eyes and had her famous expression that I always read as 'why is this strange, awkward child my daughter?'. Only the Professor smiled and acted like nothing was wrong.

I quickly moved into a sitting position on the couch.

"Leah, this is agents Chenge and Lo." Professor Xavier introduced. "From S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Oh." I gave a little wave. "Sup?"

"This is Leah Logan?" Agent Lo said in a disbelieving and slightly disapproving voice. "This girl, right here?"

"Agent Lo, I can assure you that this is in fact Leah, and she is more than any of us could have hoped for." The Professor said in a slightly stern voice.

Agent Chenge rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"What's going on?" I asked in my most mature voice (hey, screw them for judging me, I'm awesome!)

"Miss Logan, excuse my agents. They aren't as charming as some would like." A new voice said. A black guy in an eye patch and long, black leather coat strode across the room (I hadn't even heard the door open). He radiated badassness. He offered his hand to me. "Nick Furry, S.H.I.E.L.D."

So this was Nick Furry, superspy and director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I would feel more comfortable if we waited for Logan to come." Mom said in a cool voice.

"Logan complicates things. Always has. Don't worry Storm, we'll make this quick." Furry replied, equally calm. He then turned his attention back to me. "Leah, we know about your blood and its properties."

I forced myself not to say 'who doesn't now a days?'.

"Okay." I said.

"We would like to work with you on learning more about it. Our scientists are very eager to find out more. You're an anomaly, Leah." Furry said, crossing his arms.

I looked between Mom and the Professor. "No way."

Lo frowned at me.

"Miss Logan-"

"I mean it. I'm not going to let some lab coats go messing around with my blood. They don't want to turn me into some little science fair project, they want it to find a cure! Go ahead and tell me otherwise." I refused. "I'm not going to let my blood be turned into some sort of weapon."

"I'm going to give it to you straight. While it wouldn't be a weapon, we would be looking into using it to neutralize threats." Furry answered.

"You mean mutants." I supplied grimly.

"You're a smart girl Leah, so don't pretend that just because a person is a mutant it makes them an X-man." Furry said dryly. "Do you know how many reports we've had just over the last year involving rogue mutants?"

He had a point, as much as I hated to agree. There were mutants out there like the Brotherhood or crazy Tasha. It would be better for a lot of people if they weren't super powered.

"Once its out there, once they know how to take away mutations," I said slowly, "How am I supposed to know it won't be used to 'cure' all mutants?"

"You don't. But you can't say that there aren't a lot of mutants out there who rather be human." Furry said.

I looked over to the Professor and Mom for help.

"We can advise you if you wish Leah, but only you can make this decision." The Professor said gently.

A choice, resulting in the final peaceful coexistence of humans and mutants, or the destruction of the mutant race.

Eek.

"We'll let you consider it. Once you've reached a decision, you can use this number to reach me." Furry said, handing me a card. He then nodded to Mom and the Professor and left with his agents trailing behind him. I didn't choose chose

"So…" I said, looking at the card. "No pressure?"

xXx

I sat high on the roof with my legs curled up to my chest and my chin tucked under my knees. I was completely frozen.

"Yer gonna catch your death out here, darl'n." Dad commented good naturedly as he took a seat beside me. I was about to ask how he found me up here, but then I remembered. Animal like senses.

"What can I say? I'm a risk taker." I said, putting my nose on my legs to warm it. "You used to tell me I'd get hemorrhoids from sitting on cold things."

Dad let out a barking laugh. "I remember that. You believed me for the longest time, until your mom finally told you the truth."

"How could I not believe you? You're my dad." I said, casting him a quick smile. "It wasn't until I became a teenager that I learned you were full of it."

"Hey," Dad gave me a good natured shove.

"Did Mom tell you about Nick Fury coming to talk to me?"

"Yeah, she did."

I stayed quiet for a moment.

"Dad, what should I do? What's the right thing to do?" I asked in a small voice.

Dad sighed. "I wish I knew, darling. "

I looked at him with pleading eyes. "What would you do?"

Dad took his time before answering. "I don't like scientists and doctors. I don't want you to be somebody's science experiment."

I leaned on his muscled shoulder. "I'm not afraid Dad, at least not of the testing part."

"Well, I am." He admitted, looking out over the grounds. That shocked me and I looked at him searchingly. Dad wasn't afraid of anything. "I've been people's lab rat before, it how I got these."

He popped his claws out on one hand and stared at them. I looked at them as well. "I'm sorry you were hurt Dad."

"I don't want that to happen to you. You're my little girl." Dad said, kissing the top of my head.

"I think I can handle it. S.H.I.E.L.D are good guys right? So they probably wouldn't intentionally hurt me." I asked. "I know my blood can do good, like it did for Carissa. And it can stop bad people like Magneto. But I don't want it to be turned into a weapon. I don't want to be the cause of the extinction of mutants."

"Its your decision to make darling."

"Yeah, but knowing me it will be the wrong one." I sighed.

"You're being too hard on yourself. You're a smart girl who always has good intentions." Dad consoled.

"But what if I make the wrong choice?" My voice quivered.

"Than we'll deal with it then. All we'll all be with you, no matter what." Dad promised, giving me a reassuring squeeze with one arm.

We were silent for some time. Below I saw a man limping towards the garage. With a jolt, I realized it was Remy.

"Why is Remy limping?" I asked, glad to change the subject.

Dad coughed and looked away, embarrassed.

"Dad…"

"I and a few other concerned adults might have had a little talk with him today. During a training session." Dad admitted.

"You beat up my boyfriend?"

Dad moaned. "Please don't call him that."

"What do you want me to call him? My lover?" I asked, making him glare at me. I laughed.

"We just informed him that you have many powerful people that care about you, and they wouldn't be happy to hear if he made you unhappy." Dad said calmly. "And then we might have gone on to be a little rough with him while training."

"Dad!" I know I shouldn't have, but I laughed. I couldn't help it. When I sobered, I said "I know you're just looking out for me, but really, I can handle this kind of thing by myself. Besides, Remy has been really good to me."

Dad opened his mouth but I interjected. "And now you're about to say something about he being a slim ball and that I shouldn't trust him fully or something."

"Yes, and I was going to add that he's much too old for you." Dad said seriously.

I smiled and kissed his cheek. "I love you Dad. And don't worry, I'll be careful."