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Author's Notes: Hi, thanks for the reviews, it's nice to see people are still enjoying it. In case you hadn't guessed I'm sort of basing this story on three films I love. To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything Julie Newmar, Priscilla Queen of the Desert and Some like it Hot. Hope you enjoy.

Bobby suddenly had a flashback to when his parents sent him off to Summer camp when he was younger. There was log cabins, actual log cabins. And he wasn't sharing with Logan, or rather, his mother, Lorraine, Which part of him was sort of glad about. Oh no, he was sharing with the rest of the kids. For once, he felt like the mature one. At least Jeb was still there, which was ok, since the Kid seemed to have his head screwed on the right way. The rest of them though. Well, they would have to be taken down a peg or two that was for sure.

The mothers were worse. Mothers and Fathers were in a separate part of the, and he could only think of it this way, the Summer Bonding Family Camp. The Fathers kept to themselves finding a quite spot to sit, or smoke or fish and generally stay out of the way. But the Mothers. They were running around everywhere, helping out, making lunches, giving children into trouble, organising team events, organising family events, talking, laughing, screeching. It was almost unbearable. But the worst part, the really, really bad part, was that Logan had been joining in. The sight was quite disturbing for young Bobby.

So he had decided it would be best for his sanity if he stayed out of the way and waited for the others.

Eventually he saw the car that Warren and Scott had taken drive up the dirt path, and he cursed them for having a much easier time than he had.

"Change."

"What?!"

"Change seats with me."

"There's not enough room. Plus he's already getting out of the car."

"Scott! CHANGE SEATS!"

"Fine!…my seat belt's stuck."

"WHAT?!"

"My SEAT BELT IS STUCK!"

There was a tap at the window. Scott and Warren jumped apart and turned to look at the police officer. Scott slowly began to roll down the window. He smiled.

"Is there a problem officer?"

"Can I see your license please ma'am."

"Of course officer," he said handing over his license.

The officer glanced at it and then stepped away from the car.

"I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car ma'am."

"Ok sir."

"Don't be an idiot Scott," whispered Warren harshly.

"Well what am I supposed to do. Look whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Ma'am."

"Coming."

Scott got out of the car smoothing down the suit he had decided to wear as he felt more comfortable in it. The officer to him gently under the arm and moved her away from the car.

"I'm sorry officer, but what's wrong?"

"I've been following you down the road for a while now and I've noticed you have some

signal problems, if you would like to ask your husband to flick the indicator."

"Of course, Warren, can you flick the indicator."

"Yes."

The light didn't come on.

"Oh I see officer, well thank you for brining this to my attention, we'll stop at the nearest garage and get it seen to."

"You do that ma'am. And here's your license Mrs…Summers, is it?"

"Yes, uh-"

"Well now there's a thing, I can't quite make out what that says, now where did I put my glasses?"

"Um, officer, I don't mean to be rude but we should really get that signal problem seen to."

"Of course ma'am. You can-"

The car door opened and Warren got out and walked towards the officer and said,

"There's a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this."

"There is?" said the officer now becoming suspicious.

"Yes uh, well, you see-"

"It's alright darling, The officer has already kindly explained that we have to got o the

garage to get it sorted right officer?"

"Uh yes."

"So there's nothing to explain, right dear?"

"Uh yes."

"So we'll be on our way Officer."

"Of course, here's your license."

"Thank you."

"Drive safe now."

"We will."

"I think I better drive to the garage, darling." said Warren through gritted teeth as Scott got in the other side.

They drove for a couple of minutes in silence and then Scott said, "You know I was perfectly capable of handling that situation."

"Well it didn't look like it."

"I was doing fine, until you just had to barge in. You almost ruined everything."

"Well maybe you should have thought about what's on your license before deciding to drive."

"Oh so it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you meant it."

Silence.

"Are you crying?!"

"No."

"You are, you're crying! Oh for goodness sake Scott!"

"Stop shouting at me! And it wasn't my fault!"

"This is ridiculous."

"Oh so now I'm ridiculous, thanks that'll make me feel better."

"I didn't say that darling I-…."

Warren shut his mouth tight. Another word was not escaping form his mouth because if it did then he would only descend further into this madness. Scott was looking at him, but he refused to look round at him.

"Darling-" said Scott eventually.

"Look I didn't mean it that way, it just came out, plus you're acting all weird, you're actually acting like we're married, and we're not, you're a guy, you, are, a, guy. You're very convincing as a woman, but you're a guy, and I guess I just got caught up in all the acting, and said it, ok. It's not like I meant anything else by it."

He looked over at Scott who was staring out the front window.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say is sorry," said Warren, smiling a little.

"And what I was trying to say was, you just missed our exit, darling."

Scott got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Warren did the same. Scott continued to walk to Bobby as Warren shouted, "I'll get the bags then."

"Do whatever the hell you like," shouted Scott, he then turned to Bobby with a smile on his face and said, "Hello Bobby, how are you?"

"I'm, uh, fine, thanks," he said trying a smile but still altogether confused by the situation.

"Good, good," he said still smiling at Bobby.

He watched as Warren lifted Scott's bag out of the trunk and through it down on the ground, "There's yours!"

A look of thunder passed through Scott's face as he whipped round and stormed towards

Warren, "Oh that's really mature. Just throw my bags on the ground. Just like you toss away everything else."

"Don't start crying again."

"I'll do what I want!" said Scott picking up his bag and returning to where Bobby sat watching in horror as Scott did indeed begin to cry.

He felt a pair of hands land on his shoulders and a rough, but unmistakably female voice say, "What's happened?"

"Oh nothing out of the ordinary," said Scott before Bobby could answer Logan as well as taking a hanky out of his sleeve and dabbing underneath his ruby quartz glasses, "Just Warren acting like a complete Jerk!"

Warren stormed over with the rest of the bags saying, "I wasn't behaving like a Jerk, in fact I was apologising! Then you got all sarcastic with, ooh, I thought birds were supposed to be good at navigating!"

"Well they are," said Scott turning to face him, "And that was not an apology!"

"Why were you apologising in the first place?" said Logan to Warren, crossing his arms and using that tone that he had already used on Bobby a couple of times.

He expected Warren to roll his eyes and say this was all stupid and silly but instead he said, "You know I don't even know, she was the one that got us pulled over by the police. And made a complete mess of that. Then she made me miss the exit to the garage. Then she was flirting with the guy in the garage-"

"For the last time, I wasn't!" said Scott, the tears still streaming down his face.

"And then," continued Warren, "When we finally get back on the road, she blames me for getting lost. She was the one with the bloody map!"

"You said you knew where you were going!"

"Now stop it!" said Logan holding up both of his hands to the two of them, "There is no use arguing about it. It's been a stressful journey for you both. Now lets just take a moment to calm down and count to ten. Let's forget the whole journey and start with a clean slate. How does that sound."

Bobby watched as Scott and Warren looked at each other and nodded. He then watched as Warren smiled and opened his arms and Scott run into them and hugged him.

"ARE YOU ALL CRAZY?!" shouted Bobby.

The three others looked at him confused. He was about to continue when he heard another car coming down the dirt road. He spotted the person in the driver's seat and said, "Finally! Some sanity!"

He had slept through the whole night, even through an emergency stop apparently. He felt much better this morning. Ready to face a new day, a new morning, a new Remy.

He sat in his berth eating some breakfast he had bought from the nice lady that had passed by and continued to work on his drawing. He wasn't sure what it was. Sometimes he just liked to see what would happed if he just let his pencil go wild and draw whatever it liked and then he would make it into something else. He had drawn some beautiful pictures of Kitty using this method. But so far, he wasn't quite sure what it was.

The door opened and Emma Frost came in and sat down. She tried to smile at him gave up and put her head in her hands groaning, "that's the last time I drink with Remy."

"Vhere is he?" asked Pitor, hopefully nonchalantly.

"Still asleep. I tried waking him up." she said looking up at him, she noticed the expression on his face and said, "I can leave, if you want?"

"No," he said quickly and then smiled, "stay."

"As long as I don't tell Kitty?" she said jokingly.

"Probably a good idea."

She smiled and sat back in the chair and looked out the window for a bit. He gave up on his other drawing and leafed over to a new sheet. She looked very peaceful looking out of the window at the passing trees. He began to draw an outline, the hair, the forehead, the nose, the mouth, chin and neck. He then began to add in the detail in and around. He worked quickly knowing that in any minute she might move. He was just putting in the finishing touches when she turned round and caught him.

"Now, you wouldn't be doing anything stupid like trying to draw me, would you Pitor?" she said, but she was smiling.

He turned round the pad to show her. The smile left her face and she took the pad out of his hands. She sat there studying it for a while.

"You, you do not like it?" he asked.

"No. I mean yes, yes I like it, it's just…doesn't look like me." she said turning the page.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. It's beautiful." she looked down at the next page. At first she was confused and then she began to laugh, "Oh Pitor, this is brilliant!"

She turned it around to show the wild patterns he had had been doing before she came in.

"It is?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Of course it is."

"Do you know what it is?" He said thinking maybe she could help him out.

"Of course I do, It's Remy!"

He took the pad off her and looked at the drawing. Suddenly, he saw Remy staring right back at him.

"Oh no," he said dropping the pad and putting his head in his hands. Emma laid a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"He's getting to you?" she said simply.

"In the worst possible way."

"Don't worry it'll be over soon."

The door opened again and Remy stumbled in and sat right next to Pitor. He had managed to dress himself this morning which was an improvement, however, what didn't help Pitor was that he was wearing some of Emma's clothes.

"Are we dere yet?

"Not for another hour." said Pitor still staring at Remy who had now noticed the pad on the floor and was picking it up, "Don't look at that!"

"Why?" said Remy not really waiting for an answer and opening the pad, "Oh look. Lot's of pictures of Kitty!"

Remy looked over at the big Russian and rolled his eyes, "Come on Pitor, it's not exactly a secret, we all know. She knows. It's about time de two of ya got together-what's dis?"

He had finally reached the one drawing that Pitor didn't want him to see. There was no way he could snatch it off him now without arousing suspicion. He watched as the Cajun studied the picture and held it up different ways. He then looked at Pitor with a raised eyebrow repeating, "What's dis?"

"I vas just-"

"I mean it looks like ya let a three year old play wit yer pad an pencil."

"That's, that's exactly vhat I did."

"Oh," said Remy smiling again and handing the pad back, "dat's good, I t'ough for a minute dere ya were becoming like of dose ridiculous modern artists. Stick wit real life, yer brilliant at it."

"Thanks," said Pitor smiling now that the pad was out of danger.

However, he was not as Remy leaned in a gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "I'm going t'go get some breakfast. Ya wan some?"

"N-No, I'm fine," he said completely shocked.

"Ok, Ems?"

"I'm good thanks." she said trying to hide her smile.

Remy smiled again and swept out of the room. Pitor raised his hand to his cheek.

"So he's getting to you?"

"Just a Little."

The car skidded to a halt in front of the three others and Remy jumped out of the car.

"Ta-dah!" he said shutting the door being him, "What d'ya t'ink?"

"Where did you hire that?" asked Bobby running his hand over the sleek shiny sports car.

"Hire? Who said I hired it?"

"You Stole it?!" said Scott breaking away from Warren's arms to stand with his hands on his hips.

"Nope." Said Remy still grinning.

"He borrowed it," said Emma getting out of the other side and then pulling back the seat so that a rather stuck Pitor could get out, "When we got to the train station there was no taxi's. However there was a guy with this car."

"And so," said Remy putting on his dramatic voice, "Little ol' helpless me went up to him and said, 'Why sir, ya wouldn't know how ta get t'a little Summer camp near by would ya?' and he said, 'I surely do ma'am, I could rive ya there if ya like.' And I said, 'Oh, I don' wanna be any trouble sir, it's just my friends need a ride too.'"

"So you charmed him then?" said Scott disapprovingly as Remy walked over to Warren.

"In a manner of speaking, but I aint done yet," said Remy, he then clasped his hands and put them on Warren's shoulder and resting his chin on them, "Then he said, 'Well I'll tell you what Ma'am, you and your friends can borrow my car if you don't mind me calling on you sometime.' and I said, 'Why sir, that so Kind of you, I've always depended on the kindness of strangers' apparently de reference went over his head but he gave me de keys and now here we are."

Scott stormed over to where Warren was now openly staring at Remy and pulled him away, "Well that's very nice Remy, we're glad you got here."

"Yeah," said Warren still looking at Remy until Scott nudged him in the ribs.

Throughout this Bobby had been sidestepping over to where Pitor and Emma stood, he turned to Pitor and said, "They're all going crazy, they actually think, I mean, they, they don't realise they're guys anymore. And, I don't know, somehow it's affecting Warren as well."

"Hmm, What?" said Pitor who had been staring at Remy as well.

"Oh not you too!"

"What?"

Emma decided to save the young man anymore suffering and said to Pitor, "Why don't you go get our bags and take them to the log cabin. I'm sure Logan-Lorraine, knows which one."

"Of course." he said as he moved over to the car to unload the trunk.

Emma beckoned to Bobby to come closer, "You've noticed too then?"

"Noticed?! They're all crazy!"

"Hank said there would be side effects. Or perhaps it's all part of it. They don't seem to have forgotten their objective, only that they are no longer…themselves."

"But Warren, and Pitor-"

"Part of the side effects I'm guessing. It will affect them too."

"So why not me?"

"Maybe it will affect you, maybe it's just not happened yet. Or maybe you're immune."

"Let's hope it's the latter. So what do we do?"

"Just ride it out. Hank will get them back to normal when we get back. But in the meantime we have a mission."

They watched as Remy ran over to Pitor and linked arms with him, and Warren put an arm around Scott, and then they saw Logan watching them. He smiled and waved at Bobby, how grimaced and waved back.

"Thank goodness it's only a week." he said.

"Thank goodness the girls aren't here." said Emma.

RING

RING

RING

RING

RING

BEEP

"You have reached the Xavier Institute for Gifted Children, I am Professor Charles Xavier, Headmaster. I am afraid there is no one here to take your call but please leave a name and number and we will try to get back to you as soon as possible."

BEEP

"Hi Rem, ah was jus callin' ta see how ya are. Hope yer enjoyin' yer week an all that. Ah'm havin' a great tahme here in London. Oh ah know ah'm not supposed ta be callin' ya, but ah miss ya. Jean's still huge, ah think she's gonna burst, ah keep sayin' ta kitty we better stay near a hospital. But Kitty won't listen, she's determined that we're gonna visit everything there is ta see in London. Betsy refuses ta go along with it though and so Kitty plans what we do during the day and Betsy plans the evening. Hey where are ya? It's during the day! Ya'll are probably still sleeping cause yer havin so much fun at night. Ya'll don't have too much fun now. Remember ya still gotta marry me…really missin' ya Rem, ah think ah'll go convince the girls to come home a bit early-"

BEEP.