"Now Rogue calm yourself."  Advised Storm.

"No Storm!  Ah been told him that he had too many blasted toys and that one of these days one of them would kill him."  She huffed.  "This one could've taken his blame stupid head off!"

I guess it is time to plead Remy's case.  "Granted Rogue you do have a point, but that is why he did not tell you because he knew you would fly off the handle as you are now."

"That don't justify him keeping things from me!  Especially things this important!  He needs to sell all of his so called 'Toys!'  And he will, if'in Ah have anything tah do with it!"

Oh Dear.  "Now Rogue ... Remy has always been a little on the wild side.  It is what makes him ..."  She shrugged up her shoulders.  " ... him.  Surely you would not wish to change that?"

"Nice try Storm.  But I still think  it's high time he started acting like a Daddy!" She folded her arms in front of herself. "Heavens forbid if'in the babies grow up tah act like him!"

"Remy are you sure this is going to work?  You may not be able to buy yourself out of this one."

"Trust me Pup.  It's all in de presentation.  She always wan' one of dese."

Bishop nodded because he'd heard her mention a time or two how nice it would be to have one of these.  "Well, what's the calendar for?"

Gambit smiled, "Dat's plan number 2.  In case plan number one don' work."

"What?"  Bishop screwed his face up in confusment.

Gambit chuckled.  "Never mind Pup.  Ya'll see."

Bishop shrugged his shoulders up.  "If you say so."

Gambit looked at his watch.  "Do me a favor?"

"Sure Remy, what?"

"Ya go see 'bout gett'in us somet'ing ta  nibble on."  He handed Bishop a fifty dollar bill.  "I got a couple of more errands ta run before I take it home ta Chere."

Bishop took the fifty out of Gambit's hand.  "All right.  What do you want me to get?"  He turned slightly to make his way toward the mansion's half ton truck.

Gambit started walking backwards toward his newest 'Toy.'  "I don' know."  He paused to think about what he might have a taste for.  "Mexican ... no ... Italian ... no ... Mexican ...... No!  Definitely Italian ... Yeah Italian.  Pizza wit' extra sauce."  He smiled.

"O.K. ... Well ... What about toppings?"

"Anyt'ing 'cept anchovies.  I'm not eaten any fuzzy lit'le fishes."

Bishop grimaced as he thought of the anchovies.  "Where do you want me to get it from?"

"Luigi's will do fine."

"O.K."  He wave to Gambit as he turned then pulled the driver side door open to climbed in.

Gambit watched him leave in front of him.  "Now, which way ta Baby Town?"  He looked up then down the busy road in front of him.

Prologue to "I'm Not Interested"

Bishop studied the menu that was affixed up over the three cashier's heads.  Now what did Remy say he wanted?  Oh, yeah.  He must have meant a number twelve.  O.K. A number twelve it is.  He was so intent on reading the menu that he paid no attention to any of the other customers or whoever came in or went out of the front door.

Now how many to get?  He pulled Gambit's fifty from his front pants pocket.  Then he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.  Good.  I have enough to get enough for everyone.

"Yes Sir, may I help you?"  The small girl slowly looked all the way up at him.  "My you're a big one."  She smiled.

He blushed slightly but chose to ignore the girl's comment about his height.  "Yes ... Give me ..."  Better split it up.  "... let me have three large number twelve's and large two number threes.  Oh, with extra sauce."  Might as well get some for the vegetarian crowd.

The cashier typed in his order on the register in front of her.  "So that will be three large number twelve's and two large number threes, with extra sauce."  Bishop nodded.  "I take it that this is a 'to go' order Sir?"

"Yes it is."

"That will be $74.20 with tax Sir."

Bishop handed her the fifty along with twenty and five he'd gotten from his wallet.

She gave him back his change along with a small ticket that read number 41.  "It'll be 10-15 minutes for your order Sir.  We'll call your number when it is ready."  Then she turn her attention to the customer behind him.  "Next!"

Bishop wandered aimlessly off to one side of the counter studying his ticket.  He made his way to one of the empty tables that lined the front of the restaurant. He sat down as he slid his wallet back into his pants pocket.

"Bishop, is that you?"

Bishop still had the small ticket in his hand.  He committed the number to memory as he started to look up.  Oh _hit!!  "Elaine?"

"It is you, isn't it!  I'm flattered you remembered my name!"  The attractive woman stepped close to his table.  "How have you been?"

Bishop looked around nervously.  "Uh ... I'm fine."

She looked around too.  "Are you ... here alone?"

I don't believe this!  Surely she's not going to try to 'go there' again?  "If you mean where's Ororo?  Yes, I'm alone.  He could not resist asking.  "What are you doing here?"

"Truth?"  He nodded.  "I was driving along when I spotted you coming in here."  She pulled out the chair that was next to him then without invitation sat down. "I'd been thinking about you ... and well ... my curiosity got the better of me."  She smile cheaply as she shrugged her shoulders up.

I don't believe it!!  All of Bishop's inner alarms screamed at him to leave.  He pushed back from the table as he stood to leave.

"Don't go."  She grabbed his hand to stay him.  "I will behave myself.  Believe me, I don't want that girlfriend of yours to come after me again."  She laughed.  "Boy! Was she ever mean?"

Bishop pulled his hand loose then arched both browse at her.  "Is that so?  Nice to see you can make little about what happened."   He pushed his vacant chair back under the table.  "She did tried to warn you."  Where's my order?

"Number 38," called out the cashier.

Elaine nodded, Yes.  "Sit Bishop..."  She motioned to the chair he'd just vacated.  "... I promise to try to keep my hands to myself."  She winked.  "Can't you  just keep a girl company."  She cocked her pretty head to one side.  "I think you are a very interesting man and I would love to be your friend.  You're not like any of the other guys I know.  Surely ... what's her name ...?"

He was really getting pist, but was reluctant to cause a scene in a public place.  So instead he raised his head high with pride over Storm's unusual name.  "Her name is 'Ororo.' "

Elaine arched her browse.  "Well ... surely 'Ororo' will let you have friendships of the opposite sex?"

She must think I just fell off the 'turnip truck.'  "You and I both know that the last thing you want is friendship."  He stayed his ground.  Bishop shook his head, No.  "No offense Elaine, but Ororo and I have been getting along quite well for the last several months.  I'm not about to jeopardize that for anything or anybody.  I'm glad to see you are doing well but I love my woman and all I want is to keep her happy."  He bowed slightly at the waist.  "Good day."

"Number 40," called out the cashier.

Good, I'm next.  He made his way back to the front counter to wait for his order to be filled.

She followed him with her eyes only.  "Too bad."  She chewed on her bottom lip.  What else could she do?  He was so adamant, but she was convinced that if she played her cards right, he'd come around.  Maybe I need a different approach?  She let her eyes work their way up from the heels of his boots to the top of his beautiful long black mane of hair.  Look at him.  There's more then enough to go around.  "Next time, I'll try something else."  She smiled to herself.

"Number 41!"

Elaine watched as Bishop stepped forward to retrieve his order.  Look at that.  He must be feeding a small Army. I wonder ...

He did not dare look around the sitting area in fear she might think he was looking for her.  Bishop turned with his back, to back out of the main door.  He hurriedly unlocked the truck then climbed in.  As quick as he could, he haphazardly tossed the five pizzas to the far side of the cab.  Then he kept his head low as he started the ignition and backed out of his space.  Damn! I hate this!  He groused to himself.  I can not give her 'any'  indication that I 'might' have the slightest  interest in her.  She could cause trouble beyond belief.

He finally let himself breathe a sigh of relief as he turned the truck toward 'Xavier's School for the Gifted.'  "Whew!!"  He let his hand wipe from his brow down to his beard.  "Women!"

He was so busy with not looking at her that he did not notice the small white sports car following him five car lengths back in traffic.