OMG! I know y'all thought I'd NEVER get this up, right? Well, I was starting to think so myself. BUT, here it is!! Oh, and y'all remember how in the last chapter I said I didn't own X-Men and I probably wouldn't by the next chapter either? Guess what……I STILL DON'T!! Now, go and enjoy this story.

And one more thing: If you really like this story and/or my other story, A Krieg Of My Own, then you need to go and read my newest one, Limerence. It's frickin AWESOME! It's a Batman fanfic, and even if you don't like Batman, you still need to read it cuz Batman himself ain't really in it hardly at all. But yeah, it's the best one I've written so far. Even made a soundtrack for it. Go me!!

Now on with the show!...er…story….

Chapter 5: The Plan Forms

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The redness grew darker and began to spread rapidly across his face as he watched her talk with her friends. She was so beautiful and kind and her laugh made his whole body go numb. 'C'mon, St. John, just go talk to the Sheila. She's just a girl. Talking to her can't be any worse than having to face Magneto……heh, especially after burning half the furniture……for the third time……eerrr, focus!' he screamed to himself, shaking his head. 'Okay, 'ere I go…' ….no movement… 'Damnit! Quit being such a fucking pansy! Just walk the hell in!' ….again, no movement…. '……I think I'm gonna cry…' All of the sudden his felling of bliss was replaced with sheer hatred and the memory of their trip to London where a certain bastard froze his hands so he couldn't use his fire. "Hey, Amara!"

"Oh, hello, Bobby." How dare that asshole speak to someone such as this alluring flame before them? Just the mere thought of that insignificant fool being around her filled him with loath and despise. He felt his fists clench and his foot beginning to move when—"

"You do know this would, like, be considered 'stalking,' right?"

"Eee-eeee!"

"Did you hear something, Bobby?" Amara asked, looking around.

"No."

"I could have sworn I heard something."

"Wut the hell is wrong with you?!" the young Aussie shouted in a semi whisper as he spun around. "You dun sneak up on people like that!"

"Just like how you shouldn't be, like, stalking?" Kitty retorted, her hands on her hips.

"I wasn't stalking."

"Right, you were, like, 'spying' then."

"No-oo, I wasn't spying either."

"Then, like, what were you doing?" She crossed her arms and cocked and eyebrow waiting for an answer.

"I-I-I was observing." He said while scratching the back of his head and laughing nervously.

"Uh-huh, observing Amara, right?"

"Roight—I mean no! I was observing the room, and stuff, not Amara, definitely not Amara."

"Look, if you like her so much, why don't you just, like, go in and talk to her? I mean, you write romance novels, so it, like, shouldn't be too hard for you."

"How'd you know I write romance novels?"

"Your sister, like, told me…..and I've seen them. But that's not what we're talking about. Now go in and talk to her."

"I can't…" He said and turned his head. Kitty released an aggravated sigh and rolled her eyes; then asked,

"And, like, why not?"

"Beeeecaaause I—I…uh….have to….go and…get something to eat….yeah. I haven't eaten in hours." With that said he walked past Kitty down the hall and disappeared around the corner. 'Oh what-ever. Liar.'

"Hey, Kitty."

"Huh?" Kitty looked back at the door to see her friend standing there looking around with a look of curiosity upon her face. "Oh, hey, Amara."

"Were you talking to someone?"

"No."

"That's odd…"

"What?"

"I've been hearing things all day. Like random little noises or something." Looking back down the hall a smirk began to take form on Kitty's face. 'All day, huh? Looks like Pyro's crushing…bad'

St. John entered the kitchen only to find the younger Cajun sitting at the table eating a bowl of ice-cream. Taking notice of his presence, Emma looked up and smiled. "Bonjour. You all done with yer stalking?"

"Err, wut's with you people? I wasn't stalking."

"'Kay. You want some ice-cream? There are some more bowls above the sink." Getting one and grabbing a spoon from the drawer, he took a seat in front of his friend.

"Why aren't you off hanging with yer brother?"

"He and Annalisea are picking up some new mutant from the airport." She answered.

"Oh yeah, Anna told me who it was but……I don't remember now……oh well."

They sat in silence for a long while. It was slightly awkward, Emma could tell something was eating him; he hadn't taken a bite of his ice-cream, he just stirred it, a scowl going on his face. 'I'm betting he saw that Bobby talking to Amara and got jealous. That's so cute.' That last thought caused her grin immensely though she tried to fight it. St. John looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Wut?"

"Yer jealous, aren't cha?"

"Wut?! Jealous?! Jealous of what?!"

"Bobby. Him and the fact that he'll actually talk to Amara while you just watch her like some kind of creepy perverted old guy that hasn't gotten laid in like fifty years." horrified look

"Da hell kinda analogy was THAT?!"

"Eh, I call 'em as I see 'em." She retorted with her arms crossed, leaning back in her chair.

"Yeah well, that was sick and I'm not jealous of him."

"Good, cuz ya shouldn't be."

"Why?"

"Cuz, she doesn't see him like that."

"Wut you mean?"

"I mean, He's to her as I'm to you. We're more like siblings, not dating material for each other."

"Well it doesn't really matter; like I told Anna, I don't really have much of a shot with her." He more or less muttered to himself, finally taking a bite of his half melted ice-cream. "I'm not good enough."

"What makes ya say that, mon ami?"

"I'm not a 'good guy'." Emma watched him, never taking his eyes of his bowl. She cocked her head to the side and stared intently at him, as if trying to read him. Finally she spoke…

"………yer a retard."

"Huh?" He looked up, a bit confused and bewildered. 'Well that came from nowhere.'

"You think yer a bad guy, but yer not. You like to cause trouble, but that doesn't make you bad, may make you really annoying, but not bad. You care about those close to you and would put your life on the line for them. Yer a good guy, yer just bad at staying out of trouble."

"You really think that, Em?"

"I really, really do….but on a more important matter, me and Remy may be in serious danger." She said, leaning forward.

"Ooo, why?" He asked, also leaning forward, now interested in their conversation.

"Cuz those guys in N'Orleans that I knocked unconscious got arrested and now their probably out and probably pissed and probably gonna retaliate and come kill me and Remy and we're gonna be dead and I don't wanna die." deep breath St. John stared at her with a look that sceamed 'retard!' "What?"

"First of all, Sheila, yer waaaay to damn paranoid for yer own good. And secondly how do you know they got arrested?"

"The news."

"Roight. Well, I doubt you have anything to worry about."

"Why not?"

"Cuz not even those dumbasses are stupid enough to attack a school of mutants."

"Wanna bet? Don't you remember what happen in N'Orleans, mon ami? They'd probably bring some explosives and blow us all up. And they don't know this is a school of mutants."

"Well they don't come across as being smart enough to think something like that up. Besides," he smirked, "Wolvie will most likely smell 'em c'min before they could get anywhere close 'nough to do some kind of damage."

"Yer probably right. I guess I did overreact a lil." She said with relief and another spoonful of ice-cream.

"Not ta mention the fact that they're money hogs and wouldn't waste money and time to come and hunt you guys down and 'attempt' at harming either of you." Finishing his bowl, St. John leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, and eyes shut. The two remained silent for quite awhile until he broke it. "I bet if you never go back there, you'll never see anything of those stupidasses again. 'Course, why would you go back? It's not like there's anything important down there."

"Yeeeeah, just a bunch of junk—" Emma froze; her eyes began to widen, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her entire body go numb. Her breathing became erotic and upon hearing it St. John opened an eye.

"Em, you alroight?" She gave no answer, just stared at the table. "Emma, wut's wrong? C'mon, yer freaking me out." He said, leaning forward across the table.

"I have to go back, mon ami." She spoke, quietly and calmly.

"Wu—go back?! Are ya outta ya fucking mind?!"

"There's something I have ta get." Again she spoke with unusual calm, almost eerie sounding.

"Like wut?!"

"Something I hold very dear to me." Getting up from her seat, she headed for the door, "I've gotta go call Remy." And with that, she vanished around the corner.

"Sheila's lost it." Rising from his chair, St. John took their bowls to the sink and put the ice-cream back in the freezer. With his back against the counter he got out his lighter and began playing with it as his thoughts started to wander. 'Wut could be so damn important that she's willing to risk her life for? Well at least she's not afraid to take a risk; I can't even ask a girl out!'

click……click……click……click… The noise was getting louder as Amara made her way to the kitchen. Trying not to make a sound, she peered her head around the doorframe and froze. There he was, just standing there, lighter in hand. 'I wonder what he's thinking about' she thought as her cheeks turned a bit rosy. 'He's so cute and kind and shy…hard to believe he was an enemy working for Magneto.' She continued to watch him in silence, admiring the way he looked; the red and black flamed shorts and white muscle shirt suited him well. 'Okay, Amara, just walk in and say hi, it's not like he'll hurt you……well, most likely not…..Errrr, c'mon! I bet he'd have no problem talking to me!' Taking a deep breath, Amara walked into the kitchen with a sweet smile, her hands behind her back, and stopped right beside the young Aussie. "Hi, St. John."

"Ayeeee!" He yelped and jumped out of surprise, which caused her to do the same. "Sorry, Sheila, didn't hear ya come in." 'Not that I moind.'

"No, I'm sorry, I should make more noise so that doesn't happen." 'He's cuter when he's scared.' "So why are you in here all alone?"

"Just thinking about stuff." 'I'm actually talking to her!'

"That's, uh, cool." She said, placing a lock of hair behind her ear. "So you start school tomorrow?"

"Haa……yeeeah." He replied, scratching the back of his head, "I…uh…think the Professor put me in all the same classes as you."

"Yeah, he told me." They stood in an awkward silence, avoiding direct eye contact.

"Well, uh, I hate to run out on ya, but …uh…I gotta go……and, uh….polish my lighter."

"Right, and I've got to go and uh, wash my hair…"

"…well, see ya later."

"…okay, bye." Both turned around, deep red in the face, and walked out on opposite sides of the kitchen, again in awkward silence.

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Pacing back and forth in front of the main door, occasionally looking down at her watch, Emma waited anxiously for her brother's return. He was taking what seemed like forever to get back from the airport. How far was the freaking thing anyway? It'd been three hours since they had left and Emma was growing pissed. She'd been waiting in the foyer for damn near twenty minutes. Grabbing her phone out of her pocket, she dialed her brother's number and held the phone to her ear with an aggravated sigh. "Bonjour?"

"Remy, when ya gonna get back?!"

"Before you can say 'Remy, when ya gonna get back'." He replied opening the front door.

"Merci, it's about damn time."

"It's only been a few hours," Remy said as he placed a large piece of luggage on the floor, "what's the rush?"

"I need to talk to you—"

"Hey, yer back!" St. John shouted as he came around the corner. "Have a nice trip?"

"Non, traffic was hell."

"Ha! Hell would have been an upgrade compared to that shit." The older aussie blurted as she came through the door carrying another bag of luggage. "Not to mention getting held up at the airport thanks to Remy and his retarded-ass eyes. They took notice to the 'unusual' red on black and somehow figured out he wasn't necessarily 'human.' So, they felt the need to search all of us." She finished with a glare towards the Ragin' Cajun.

"I said I was sorry, mon ami. Those damn sunglasses you gave me were getting on my nerves."

"Mm-hmm."

"So, who's the new mutant?" St. John asked, eagerly trying to see over the two older mutants.

"I frickin told you yesterday."

"Well I don't frickin remember."

"Hello, St. John." There he stood, towering over the other two, his deep voice echoing in the large foyer. The young pyromaniac's eyes widened with glee and smiled ear to ear.

"Colossus!" He bellowed and ran up to his Russian friend, attempting to squeeze the life out of him with a hug, but failing. "I thought you'd gone back home and weren't c'ming back."

"Yes, that was the plan, but Professor Xavier offered me a place at his school. He told me that the two of you were also here, so I decided to come." Just then a swarm of students came piling into the foyer wondering what all the commotion was for.

"Hey, it's, like, the third one……Colossus, right?" Kitty asked and the large mutant nodded. "Are you, like, staying here too?" Again he nodded. 'He's so frickin quiet.' Anna thought, eyeing the new recruit.

"That's awesome! Welcome to they team, dude!" Bobby greeted him, shaking his hand and earning a glare from St. John.

Emma took hold of her brother's arm and dragged him away form the crowd so she could talk to him. They began whispering; occasionally looking up to make sure no one was trying to listen.

"Em-mmaaa…" he sighed, running a hand through his hair, "you do realize how dangerous that would be, right?"

"Yeah, I know, but it's really important to me, and you know that."

"Even if we did go, how do you suppose we get there? We'll probably get lost if we drive and I'm not going anywhere near an airport any time soon……or a train."

"We coo-ooould borrow that jet of theirs." She said with a grin.

"…que?"

"The jet, we can borrow the jet." Remy stared at his baby sister with bewilderment. Had she lost her mind? Not only did she want to go back to New Orleans, but she want to 'borrow' the X-Jet.

"Em, you honestly think the Professor will let us do that?"

"He doesn't have to know."

"Emma, no."

"Why?"

"Because, if we do that, we'll never earn their trust."

"What's going on?" Annalisea asked popping up out of nowhere with her brother.

"Nothing." Remy answered with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Ah, Emma just told you her big 'idea' didn't she?"

"Wut are you talking about?" his sister inquired.

"Em here wants to go back to N'Orleans to get something of 'great' importance." St. John stated with as much sarcasm as possible. "Now, go on, Anna, tell her how dumb that is."

"How do you plan on doing that?"

"The jet."

"Seriously?"

"Oui."

"Wait, where's Colossus?" Remy asked.

"Still getting bombarded by students." Anna quickly answered. "Now, when are you planning on doing this?"

"I dunno, why not tonight?"

"What?!" the two males exclaimed.

"Hmm……well, I am trained to fly the X-Jet if you need a pilot."

"WHAT?!" They exclaimed again, but were ignored.

"You think we should get some more people to go?" Emma looked over her shoulder and instantly knew who she would ask.

"Probably not, don't want to risk their safety." Anna replied, also looking at the group of mutants. "Good chance that none of them have ever been in a dangerous situation like facing the Thieves' Guild."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on, wut you mean, their safety?" Her brother half shouted, pointing at the students. "Wut 'bout our safety?"

"Shut up, Johnny Boi."

"Errr…..well, I'm NOT going."

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"I can't believe I'm 'ere."

"sigh Seriously, shut. Up." The two of them leaned against the big, black jet, waiting for the others to get there. Annalisea looked up at the clock on the wall; it read, 11:59 pm. The plan was for everyone to meet down there at exactly midnight and sure enough when that minute hand hit the twelve the room doors whooshed open and in walked the two Cajuns, along with the mansion's newest member, Colossus. "Uh, I thought this was supposed to be a 'secret' mission."

"Ah, c'mon sis, we couldn't leave 'im, this being his first day 'ere."

"Uh-huh, sure, whatever. Let's just go." They began piling into the X-Jet, the two Aussies exchanging some choice words, when Emma stopped them.

"Hold up, we gotta wait, another person's comin'."

"Are you serious?!" they all asked at once, with the exception on Colossus. "Who?"

"Sorry we're late." Said a thick southern accented voice.

"Well, okay, more like two 'persons'." The eight pairs of eyes wondered to the door to find none other than Amara Aquilla and Rogue.

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Hope y'all enjoyed it, took me forever to write. Gawd! Now I must go and work on my other two….and school work….i hate being a student. But it's okay cuz I'm a senior. DON'T HATE '08!!!! Anyways, don't forget to review plz, and no flames plz.

Till next time!

Seeee-yaaaa!

Dyno