"I have to kill him but how? How do I kill a man dat can control metal? How do I even get close enough?"

He shook his head as he thought, I'm a 'dief, all I got to do is sneak up behind him and wham... dead! Dat it.

"Wat de hell is wrong wid me?" Frustrated he flung himself onto his back, head in hands. "I can' just go up and kill somebody! Took me long enough to get dis much of de X-Men's trust, can' just throw it away! And for wat?"

Only one thing entered his mind, Rogue.

"I can' just let him be wid her! It...it just plain wrong."

It felt as if his head was spinning. The urge to kill Joseph was so tempting but he knew that he couldn't just go out and kill him. Killing was wrong...especially when there might be a massive amount of evidence. Even making the murder look like an accident would be too risky...Remy would be the first suspect.

Lying there, he remembered what Storm had told him before coming in from the rain, "You will not be forgotten, Remy. Rogue still cares greatly for you. Her and Joseph are...just friends."

He laughed slightly. "Poor Stormy, she deluded. If dey just friends, I'm de queen of England!"

He knew it was ridiculous when he had first heard it but thought wisely about starting an argument with the wind rider at the moment. She was under enough stress because of him already, all she needed was an argument, Remy thought as his stomach began to rumble.

"Didn' eat anydin' all day, maybe a sandwich clear my head. Just hope everyone ain't down dere now."

With a yarn and a stretch Rogue awoke from her slumber and looked down at Joseph still peacefully sleeping beside her. As she looked she smiled, because for the first time ever she was content.

Touch she thought as she nudged Joseph awake, Ah can touch him.

Joseph's eyes flickered opened and smiled upon seeing Rogue. Looking upon her, he knew she was about to say something and he knew exactly what she was going to say. He was happy that she was so thrilled with her gift but he thought, Thanking me every few minutes is getting quite repetitive.

Ripping open the bread bag Remy laid seven slices of bread out on the table. Then he reached into the refrigerator and grabbed the cold cuts, the mustard, and the whipped cream.

"Damn, out of cheese."

He wheeled around and looked into the cabinet and took out the marshmallows, the peanut butter, and the cheeze whiz.

"Goin' to have to do."

In a matter of moments Remy had completed the "Leaning Tower of Food." Every layer had meat smashed together with marshmallows and cheeze whiz and whipped cream, not forgetting the mustard and peanut butter making sure everything was held tightly together.

As he picked it up, about to take a bite he said, "Like my brother always use to say, 'If ya can' beat dem, try to get yourself sick and sent to de hospital so you don' need to see dem for awhile.'"

"Ah need to tell ya something Joseph...tha...."

Before Rogue could finish her sentence he had kissed her, cutting her off. Finishing the kiss, he looked deep into her emerald green eyes and said, "I know."

As Gambit's teeth treaded on the bread Ororo entered the room. She walked to the table on which Gambit was sitting on and noticed a multitude of products laying next to him. On closer examination she learned that they were products not meant to be put together in a sandwich.

"You are not going to begin to eat that."

"You're right Stormy I'm not, I'm already eating it," he said, taking another big bite.

Storm cocked her head to one side and asked inquisitively, "Are you insane, Remy?"

"Well," he thought taking another bite, "Yeah. I thought you knew I was insane since it was you who drove me dere."

She laughed, "I did not drive you insane. I do not care for driving, I like flying better."

"Den you flew me insane."

"You knew what?" A confused Rogue asked Joseph.

"I knew that if I had allowed you to finish that sentence you would have said 'thank you'."

Rogue lowered her head, "Ya was right, Ah was."

Taking her into his arms he whispered, "There is no need to thank me. There is especially no need to thank me so much. Seeing you smile is thanks enough."

"Well as long as I flew you there."

"So what are we talking about?" The little Canadian asked as he headed to the liquor cabinet for a drink.

"Stormy flyin' me insane."

"If I have not asked you once Remy, I have asked you a million times," taking a deep breathe, "Stop calling me 'Stormy.'"

"Well 'Ro it could be worse..."

Turning to look at the man pouring himself a drink, "And how could that be?"

"The Cajun could be calling you 'Oreo.' "

Taking another bite out of his sandwich, Remy let out a little laugh. Storm turned to him and gave him an evil glare but he went on ignoring her and laughing.

"If you call me 'Oreo' I will hit you, Remy."

"But ya already hit me today. My arms are all sore from ya hittin' me."

"I meant with lightning. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear... ," quietly under his breath, "Oreo!"

Lightening fell from the sky...

"Ah know but Ah just keep thinking like Ah haven't thanked you enough."

"Trust me, you have," Joseph smiled as he stroked Rogue's hair, "but it's okay. If thanking me will satisfy you then go ahead and continue."

"Ah just can't believe Ah can touch ya..."

Suddenly a bolt of lightening stuck somewhere near by.

"Sugah did ya hear that?"

"Sounds like lightning."

"Did it stop raining?"

Looking over at the window, "I can't tell, the window is wet. Rogue, let's just ignore it. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been important enough to make us worry over it."

...and hit a tree, toppling it over.

"Say that again Remy, and I swear, that tree will be you."

"O...kay St...orm... don' got to be... so crazed about it."

Both turned to see Wolverine digging through the drawers of the refrigerator.

"Logan, are you looking for something?"

"Yeah 'Ro, the whipped cream, trying to make a float."

"Mon ami! Catch!" The can of whipped cream flew out of Remy's hand.

"Thanks gumbo."

"See Stormy, I take nicknames okay," Remy said as he took another bite out of his sandwich.

He knew that if he were a telapath he would be able to hear Storm think, That is by far the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. Knowing this, he offered her a piece of the sandwich. She politely declined and shook her head and then looked up at the sky, as if asking, "Why am I friends with this man?"

In the back of Remy's mind he was laughing. The look on her face was priceless as he licked his fingers for the little mustard, whipped cream, and cheeze whiz that got away.

Storm smiled though. Through every attempt her friend had made at disgusting her, she smiled and as she smiled she thought, At least he's acting like himself and not brooding over what has happened today.

"Yeah Ah guess ya're right. If it was something that we needed to worry about the whole team would be down there by now."

"What do you want to do?"

"Let's just lie here for a sec."

Bobby and Beast walked through the hallways of Xavier Institute having a rather strange conversation. A conversation no one could have expected to be discussed.

Well, maybe from Beast, but not from Iceman.

"Bobby, 'Don Quixote' was written as an inspiration for others to always strive for the impossible no matter what the people might say!"

"Henry, baby, it was written to mock the idea of the knights."

"You and your mockery concept! You have been using that idea all night," Beast declared, "According to you 'The Count of Monte Cristo' was written to mock the wealthy in France!"

"Don't you use that tone of voice with me, Beast!" Bobby smirked as he did his best impersonation of Scott.

Henry laughed a little as he replied, "Don't you use that tone of voice with me 'Scott' or I'll report you to Jean!"

Placing his hand over his eyes, "Oh, woe is me!" They both shared a good laugh and Bobby pointed to the kitchen and said, "C'mon let's head to the kitchen. We can discuss your views on 'Robin Hood' and 'Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde' over a piece of cake and some milk."

"Agreed, but there is nothing wrong with my views on either of those two books."

"You are going to be so sick after eating that, Remy." Storm told him as he was rounding up all the garbage from making the sandwich in question.

She noticed that all Remy was actually doing was putting everything in a pile at the edge of the table. He didn't even think about cleaning it up. Storm shook her head again after realizing what Gambit was probably thinking at the moment. It would have gone something like, Well whoever's goin' to clean up dis mess is goin' 'dank me for puttin' it all in a neat pile for dem. She laughed as he looked at her as if she was going to clean it up for him.

Both their heads picked up as Bobby's and Henry's voices were heard in the distance. As they entered the room both Storm and Remy became quite confused and shocked at the conversation that was coming forth from their mouths. Well not from Beast's but from Bobby's. It was Bobby, who would have thought?

"Give me a break, Beast! The two books are not about the injustice between the social classes and drug abuse. Those are locutus ideas. They're about love and the battle between good and evil!"

"Bobby... 'locutus' is a borg. I believe the word you are looking for is 'ludicrous'..."

"Cajun, here's the whipped cream back!" Wolverine said as he put his drinking glass in the sink and tossed the whipped cream back to Gambit at an incredible speed.

It was just a shame when Beast walked right into the metal can's path and wacked him upside the head knocking him down.

Gambit calmly turned to Storm and whispered, "Ten bucks Iceman runs around de house screaming, 'Wolverine knocked out Beast!'"

Calmly whispering back, "No, I think Bobby will scream it from where he stands."

"So we on?"

"The bet is on."

As they finished Bobby quietly said, "If you will be excusing me," and he walked out of the room into the hallway and screamed on the top of his lung, "WOLVERINE KNOCKED OUT BEAST WITH A CAN OF WHIPPED CREAM!!!!!"

Wolverine calmly walked over to Gambit and Storm and asked, "So which one of you won?"

"I do not know. He did not stay in one spot yet he also did not run around the house."

"I don' 'dink either of us won."

"Well Rogue there goes that peaceful second." quickly Joseph got of the bed and extended his hand to help Rogue up and out.

"Well at least we get to see Beast knocked out by a can of whipped cream." Rogue took his hand and headed to the door with him by her side.

"That should be entertaining." He nodded as he closed the door behind them.

In a matter of moments all of the X-Men had arrived in the kitchen to witness Beast holding his head, sitting on the ground, whipped cream in hand.

"So how did this happen?" Jean asked.

"Wolverine threw a can of whipped cream at my head! That's how it happen!"

"Henry, I was talking to Logan."

"Oh...okay."

"Logan, how did this happen?"

"I was throwing the whipped cream to the gumbo over there and he got in the way. It's not like I was aiming for him Jeannie, even though it was fun to see him go down like that."

"What I want to know is, is that allowed in this house?" Joseph asked as he entered the room, holding Rogue's hand.

Gambit whispered over to Storm, "I'm leavin'. I'll wait outside and smoke a cig' until he leaves."

"Remy, you are not leaving because you are not getting out of my sight."

"Why not?"

"I do not trust you to be alone."

"Oh c'mon no one trusts me. Join de club."

"No."

"C'mon Stormy. I promise. Just to de porch. 'Dieves honor."

"All right go. To the porch, no farther."

In a louder voice so everyone could hear him, Remy said, "I'd love to stay and watch you guys set up a kangaroo court and try Wolverine for the attempted murder of our fuzzy blue doctor with de whipped cream can, but my need for nicotine forces me to excuse myself."

Joseph stared at Gambit for a moment and asked, "Are you leaving because you honestly need to smoke or you just don't want to be in the same room with me?"

"Well honestly, a little of both," Remy replied, "but if you want de truth it be more of de latter."

"Why do you insist on hating me?"

" 'Cause I don' like you."

"Because you cannot tolerate my existence, you are tearing Rogue apart between us," squeezing her hand, "Why do you insist on stopping Rogue from being happy? Is that how self centered you are?"

"I'm not self centered mon ami! Last time I checked, I was giving you my blessin' to make Rogue happy!," Remy shook his head and continued, "I don' hate you because I don' want Rogue to be happy, far from it! I hate you because I don' trust you as far as I can 'drow you and I don' 'dink Rogue need dat."

"She does not need your protection or concern. I am not going to or would or could hurt her! What do you think I am?"

"I 'dink you're a monster! No, I'm wrong. I don' 'dink you're a monster...I know you're a monster! You killed hundreds of innocent people and haven't cared one bit!"

Joseph smiled for a brief moment then replied, "You are talking more about yourself...or have you forgotten the secret that you hold inside?"