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Here's Stevie
Part Three
Tammy

“Seriously Archie, I’m fine. I had a talk with Summers yesterday. . . Yeah, the one that came to see me at home. . . No, we have a personality conflict. I have one and he doesn’t. . . Yeah, I’m still staying. Xavier talked me into it. . . No, he didn’t use mind control on me. You guys taught me how to block stuff like that, remember?

“Hey, I got an idea. Why don’t you and Galen come and visit me here? . . . Yeah, I’ll ask Summers now. . . . No, I’m not gonna put you on hold, I have a portable phone,” Stevie said walking down the hall to the rec-room. “Now hold on a sec.”

“Hey Scott, got a minute?” she asked sitting down next to him.

“Yeah, what’s the problem?”

“Well, it’s more of a request. I have a couple of friends in New York that I haven’t seen in a while.”

“And?”

“I was wondering if they could come out here and see me?”

“Sure, just don’t tell them what really goes on here,” Scott said finishing the soda he was drinking.

“Thanks Scott, if you ever need help hooking up a VCR call me,” she smiled and got up.

“It’s O.K. you guys can come. . . Tomorrow? Let me ask,” she said putting her hand over the mouthpiece. “Is tomorrow night all right?”

“Fine,” Scott said.

“Yeah, tomorrow’s fine.”

“What kind of vehicle will they be using so I can tell Bishop to let them in?” Scott asked.

“What’re you two taking? . . . The Harleys. . . . Bring an extra helmet, I want a ride,” she smiled and looked at Cyclops.

He nodded to tell her that he heard that her friends were coming on motorcycles.

“Yeah, anyway I gotta get going. I have to watch a patient. . . No, he’s in a coma. . . . Only a couple weeks. . . . Yeah, his family’s here now. That’s what the talk was about yesterday. So, I’ll see you guys around 6 tomorrow night. . . . Yeah, I’ll be sure to get a good night’s sleep and take a nap tomorrow. Bye Archie,” she smiled and turned the phone off.

Ten minutes later she was standing outside Remy’s door. She opened it quietly and walked inside. “Hi Storm,” she smiled.

“Hello Stevie,” Ororo smiled. “I’d like to introduce you to Jean Luc LeBeau, Remy’s father.”

“Bonjour,” the man smiled. “T’ank you for letting us in last night.”

“You’re welcome, but I was only doing the best thing for your son,” she explained.

“Sit down, I would introduce you to my other son, but he and my nephew have gone into Salem Center for dinner,” Jean Luc said motioning to a chair.

“If you will excuse me, I will retire for the night,” Storm said getting up from her chair.

“See you in the Danger Room tomorrow Storm,” Stevie said sitting in the chair she just vacated.

“Good night Miss Munroe,” he smiled.

“Good night,” she replied and left the room.

“So you are new here,” Jean Luc said.

“Yeah, I’ve only been here a week.”

“Storm says you’re from the Midwest.”

“Uh-huh, I’m from Crivitz, Wisconsin,” Stevie replied.

“You don’ have to be afraid of me chil’, I’m a thief, not an assassin,” he smiled.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m still not used to being around so many Alpha class mutants.”

“It’s all right, when I adopted Remy, he wasn’t use to being around so many people. Storm says that you’ve been watching him for her while she rests.”

“Well, he’s quiet and doesn’t say anything when I talk to myself while I’m working.”

“You’ll be in for a surprise when Remy wakes up. Usually he never stops talking.”

“God, I hope he isn’t as bad as Jubilee,” she groaned.

*****

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was after 10,” Stevie said after glancing at her watch.

“You need to be somewhere at 10?” Jean Luc asked.

“Not really, but I have a long day tomorrow so I should go to bed.”

“Mr. Summers is working you pretty hard then?”

“No, I have a couple friends coming over in the evening so I wanna get my stuff done so I can shower and take a nap before they get here,” she explained.

“Then perhaps I’ll see in the morning,” he smiled.

“Sure. Good night Mr. LeBeau,” Stevie replied getting up from her chair.

“Please, call me Jean Luc.”

“Okay, good night Jean Luc,” she smiled and left.

“Now, dat’s a nice girl,” Jean Luc said to himself. Then turning to his comatose son, “Why can’t you date nice girls like dat? Non, dat’s right. If you did, you wouldn’t be enjoyin’ y’self like you are now.”

“Oh Remy, please wake up. I miss you son,” he said taking Gambit’s cool hand in his warm one.