Super Disclaimer: I own neither U2 nor Evo. My life sucks.

(An: Well, it seems that listening to U2's song "Beautiful Day" gave me the proper inspiration for this fic. Hmm, so yes.)

The heart is a bloom

Shoots up through the stony ground

There's no room

No space to rent in this town

You're out of luck

And the reason that you had to care

The traffic is stuck

And you're not moving anywhere

You thought you'd found a friend

To take you out of this place

Someone you could lend a hand

In return for grace

It's a beautiful day

Sky falls, you feel like

It's a beatiful day

Don't let it get away

Rogue and Remy were stretched out in their preferred position, Rogue on top of Remy, both of them on Remy's bed. (Minds- out of gutter, now!) They were both enjoying a nice snooze when a voice echoed in their heads. 'Remy, Rogue, I'd like to see you in my office.'

Neither one moved.

'My office, please?'

Remy twitched in his sleep but other than that there was no reaction from the sleepy teens.

'NOW!!!'

Both teens sat up with a start and ended up on the floor. "How do we always end up like this?" asked Rogue, her voice muffled by the carpet.

"Don' ask m', I jus' live here," replied Remy, who was on his back.

'AHEM!'

They stood up hurriedly and skidded down to the professor's study, Remy stifling a yawn. Kurt gave them a Cheshire cat-esque grin from his perch on the back of a chair. He and Kitty were already in there.

The professor smiled at them as both sat down. "Good to see you're awake," he said, his voice only slightly teasing. "Now then, business." He shuffled through a few papers on his desk, until he found a printed copy of an email. "Ah, here we go. Now, according to this, one of Hank's old colleagues has discovered technology that blocks mutant pow-"

"YES!!!!" shouted Rogue and Remy in the same instant, then both looked extremely embarrassed.

The professor cleared his throat, looking miffed.

"Go on, go on," said Rogue, with as much dignity as she could muster.

The professor nodded and continued. "As I was saying, the point is that he's discovered a power negater, and thought that Rogue would be a good person to test it out on."

"So?" asked the teens in the room.

"I'm getting to that," said the professor. "So we're sending you all to Europe with Logan to collect it."

Kurt stood up and began to do the "Kurt Dance", in other words a little victory/joy dance that involved arm-waving, tail-snapping, and revolving in a circle. Kitty looked mortified.

"What's he doin'?" whispered Remy to Rogue, who had yet to be let in on this particular joke.

Rogue had a hand on her forehead. She sighed and shook her head. "It's the 'Kurt Dance'," she explained. "He does it whenevah he's excited, or wins something, or whatevah."

Remy nodded, still looking rather confused.

The professor stared for a second, looking as though he'd been slapped, and then regained his composure. He did the "meaningful throat-clear" which made Kurt stop and look rather sheepish.

"Er, ja," said Kurt with a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Anyway, I wanted to inform you that you're leaving at-" he checked the clock (it was 12:34), "-at 3 so you'd best get packing."

Kitty zoomed out of the room.

"Was she on de track team or somethin'?" asked Remy, staring down the hallway after her, looking impressed.

"No, but she should be. All they'd havta do is tell her that there's a gift certificate for a shoppin' spree at the end and she'd win, no contest," said Rogue.

2:54

In the mansion's garage there was the sound of continuous bamfing as Kurt 'ported the luggage into the X-jet. He finished and leaned against the van, panting.

"Poor fuzzy," said Kitty, shaking her head.

"Can I pass out now?" asked Kurt, looking dazed.

"Not until ya get in the jet," said Rogue, walking in. "Ah ain't carryin' ya."

"Nice to know I can always count on meine sweister," said Kurt, his voice quite dry. (I am -aware- I spelled that wrong but I don't feel like looking it up so sue me.)

"Ah, cheer up," said Remy, who had also just walked in. "At least y'r relatives don' wan' t' fix y' up wit' a soul-suckin' leech."

"Ja, but they're still my parents, and they still know everything about me. If we have to go down to Germany I'll never be able to show my face around any of you again," said Kurt, looking mortified.

Logan came in, twirling the keys to the X-jet. "You kids ready to go?"

"Yeah," said the four teens in unison.

Logan muttered something (it sounded like "Damn, that's creepy") and climbed into the X-jet, the others following him.

Remy picked a window seat that was close to the collection of barf bags. He got the impression that everyone was hiding smirks at this. "I hate planes," he muttered, leaning his head against the nice cool window.

"It's a jet," said Logan, getting into the pilot's seat.

"They all look the same from the inside of a bag," said Rogue.

Remy moved his head from the window long enough to give her a death glare and then leaned back against it with a moan.

"Remy vs. the plane, round two!" said Kurt.

"Why can't you all just shut up?" said Remy.

"We haven't even, like, taken off yet!" said Kitty.

"Yes, but I know what's coming, as does my breakfast," replied Remy.

"Spare us the details, I beg," said Rogue, leaning back in her seat and not bothering to hide her grin.

"No sympathy?" asked Remy, giving Rogue puppy-demon eyes.

"Nope, not in the real world," replied Rogue.

"That's pathetic," said Kurt and Logan in unison.

"And dat's creepy," replied Remy in kind and then quickly shut up as the jet took off.

A FEW HOURS LATER

The Beatles began blasting through the speakers rather abruptly. "What's up wit' de music?" asked Remy, able to speak now that the jet was normal.

"It's classic," said Rogue, Kurt, and Logan all at the same time.

"You know, when they act like that it is possible to see a, like, resemblance," said Kitty, cocking her head.

Remy put his head in the same postion. "Y' know, y're right..."

"Hmmm... do you think Rogue could be, like, related to Logan somehow?" asked Kitty quietly. "They look alike, sort of."

Remy twitched. "I hope not," he said with a shiver.

"Like, why?"

"Kitty, t'ink 'bout it. 'M datin' Rogue. Put de pieces together."

"...I guess that would be kind of awkward, seeing how he threatens to gut you on a daily basis," said Kitty.

"Perceptive, aren't you," said Remy. He was about to go on and then didn't, reaching for the barf bags as the jet lurched. "I hope dat wasn't a personal comment," he muttered.

"Uh-oh," said three other voices at once.

"What's wit' de 'uh-oh'? I don' t'ink I like 'uh-oh'," said Remy, looking up at the people in front.

"That's what," said Logan, pointing to the fuel gauge, which was creeping towards empty.

There was another unpleasant lurch as the plane went into a nose dive.

The landing was rather unpleasant, to say the least. The jet was more or less trashed, but no one was hurt.

"How far would it be ta walk?" asked Rogue, looking at what was left of the jet.

(It's short and I'm aware of that but I wanted to get this out of my head. I'll be pretty prompt about the updates, just don't expect everyday ones. I need to work out some bits of this.)