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DISCLAIMER:
The X-Men belong to Marvel comics. This is fanfiction written
soley for entertainment purposes. No money is being made off of this.
Denver is my creation, so is Alex.

Author's
Note: I wrote this story over ten years ago, so much of what you
read here has most likely been disputed as time has gone on.
Especially in regards to Wolverine. So, while I do love and
appreciate all reviews, don't waste your time telling me, “This
just wouldn't work, because Logan is much older!” Also, this is
completely a “What if” story and doesn't fit into Marvel
Continuity.

This is not a story of sex that happens
to contain a plot, it's more of a story with a plot that happens to
contain sex. Not a lot of sex, but sex anyway. In Chapter Seven to be
specific.

Chapter Five

Seeing Boston with Denver was quite an experience. She seemed to
know her way around and she seemed to want to show Remy every inch of
the city. Remy was just grateful that he was used to long walks. They
went to Quincy market, Haymarket square, and the US Constitution,
just to name a few. They even considered going into the aquarium, but
the long lines made them change their minds.

After lunch, Denver suggested they walk around the Boston commons.
They walked over there and started exploring. It was a warm day and
people were taking full advantage of this oasis of nature in the
middle of the city. Families, couples, children, and older people
were walking talking, picnicking, riding in the swan boats and just
in general, enjoying the day. A fair distance from where Remy and
Denver were walking, a group of people looked to be setting up for
some sort of get together, or demonstration.

"Wonder what dat is all about?" Remy asked, looking over
at the people.

Denver shrugged. "Around here, who knows. Could be happy
Christians wanting to spread the news, or Jews for Jesus. Maybe even
a political group suggesting we all become communist."

Remy chuckled, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. When
he pulled out the pack, he was disappointed to see it was empty.
"Damn," he mumbled.

"What's wrong?" Denver asked.

"I've run out of smokes," Remy explained.

"Oh whew!" Denver grinned. "For a moment, I thought
you were upset with me."

"Never, Chere," He turned, drew her close to him and
kissed her softly on the lips. "You are too special to be mad
at."

She returned his kiss with one equally as sweet. "Ah, my
silver tongued Cajun. You mean so much to me...."

"Enough to run get me a pack of smokes?" he asked, his
eyes twinkling beneath his glasses.

"Enough to let you run to get your own," she shot back,
her own eyes sparkling. "I'm not going to go buy you something
that will only lead you to an early grave."

He laughed. "Well, do you 'ave any objections to me goin' an'
getting a pack myself? You can come with me if'n you want."

She shook her head. "Please yourself. I'll stay here and
watch the people set up for their demonstration or talk or whatever
it is..."

Remy pull her close again, kissing her neck. "If dat's the
way it's gotta be, I'll be wit' you soon."

"Sure," She kissed his cheek. "Then we can sit
quietly in the park and neck like crazy."

"That's a thought to make me run as fast as I can."

Remy only meant to be gone a fifteen minutes or so at the most,
but he didn't count on a couple things, the first being that it took
him about ten minutes to locate a drugstore that sold cigarettes, the
second being that the lines inside the place were impossibly long. It
seemed like everyone had chosen Saturday afternoon to do all their
drugstore shopping for the entire year. To make it worse, this place
had no express line. Sighing impatiently, Remy waited for his chance.

When there was only one person ahead of him, he heard the sound of
a bullhorn. The store's air conditioning wasn't working so the door
was open, which let the sound in much clearer than would have been it
had been shut. Remy cocked his head and listened.

"PEOPLE OF BOSTON!" the voice on the
other end of the bullhorn blared. "WE ARE BEING INVADED
BY A FORCE, THE LIKES OF WHICH MANKIND HAS NEVER KNOWN BEFORE! A
FORCE SO TERRIFYING AND POWERFUL THAT THEY MUST BE STOPPED NOW BEFORE
THEY TAKE OVER. "

What the 'ell is this guy talkin' about? Remy wondered,
for it was a male voice speaking.

"THOUGH THEY MAY LOOK LIKE US, ACT LIKE US AND EVEN
TALK LIKE US, THEY ARE NOT US!" the voice continued to
scream. "THEY ARE PEOPLE WITH AN INCREDIBLE POWER, AND
THEY FULLY INTEND TO USE THIS POWER TO ENSLAVE MANKIND!"

"Excuse me," the woman in front of Remy said to the
cashier. "I could have sworn the Ivory soap was on
sale. .25 off regular price!"

"No mam'," The cashier said. "Ivory soap isn't on
sale, it's Dial."

"I AM TALKING OF COURSE, OF MUTANTS! PEOPLE BORN OF
PERHAPS NORMAL PARENTS, BUT EVIL! PEOPLE WITH POWERS THE LIKE OF
WHICH NO TRUE HUMAN BEING HAS EVER KNOWN!"

Mon Deui, even 'ere the mutant haters gather power, Remy
thought. He tried to will the person in front of him to hurry up. He
wanted to get his cigarettes as fast as he could, run back to Denver
and get her out of there, for he had the strangest feeling this
"protest" was coming from the group of people they had seen
at the park. Although his glasses had protected him fairly well, Remy
wasn't the type to take chances either. Their were rumors that some
of these Mutant hating groups had even come up with detectors which
could tell them if someone was a mutant by doing a bio scan.

"Well then, maybe I should get the Dial..." The woman in
front of him said, frowning as though this decision was the
equivalent of deciding weather or not to press the button and
vaporize all of Russia.

The clerk, a young girl, shot Remy a quick wink as though to say,
I'm sorry, I don't mean this to take so long. "Mam,
even without the quarter off, the Ivory is a better deal than the
Dial. Dial is .65 a bar, even with the sale, while the Ivory is only
.59 regular price.

"WE MUST ACT AND ACT NOW! THESE MUTANTS, THESE SO
CALLED HOMO SUPERIORS WISH TO TAKE OUR JOBS, TAKE OVER OUR
GOVERNMENT. SOME PROCLAIM TO BE SUPER HERO'S, BUT NOTHING COULD BE
FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH! THEY ARE NOT THE NEXT STEP IN EVOLUTION, BUT
AN INSULT IN THE FACE OF GOD ALMIGHTY WHO MADE US IN HIS IMAGE!"

"Yes, but is the Ivory as good a soap as the Dial?"

Remy wanted to yell at this woman, but knew it would only cause
more problems. He bit his lip and tried not to fidget. Suddenly, the
last place he wanted to be right now was in Boston.

"Yes Mam. Ivory is just as good as Dial. Better even, because
it doesn't have all those additives you don't need. It's just good,
pure, soap."

"Well..."

Remy had enough. "Buy the damned soap!" he blurted out,
before he could stop himself. The woman turned and looked at him with
a cold, yet startled expression. "I-I'm sorry," he mumble."

"Hmf.." The woman turned and looked at the cashier.
"Some people are so rude!"

The cashier shrugged, trying to remain as neutral as possible.
"So, do you want to take the Ivory?"

"Well, all right...."

T'ank you God! Remy silently prayed.

The cashier finished ringing up the woman's purchases, put them in
a bag, took her money and gave her her change. "Have a nice day
Mam."

"I'll try..." The woman turned and looked at Remy. "And
maybe someday, someone will teach you some manners, young man!"

"Oui," Remy agreed. At that point he would have agreed
to being the Antichrist himself if he thought it would get him out of
there faster. "I am sorry, Chere. I should not have been so rude
to someone as beautiful as you..."

The woman's expression suddenly softened. "Well, remember
that the next time," she cooed, forgiving him.

"I will, Chere, t'ank you for reminding me. I did not mean to
forget my manners." He turned to the cashier. "Two packs of
Marlboro's please."

"Box or soft?"

"Box."

He handed the girl a ten dollar bill. As she rang up the order, he
casually asked, "What is goin' on at the park? What is dis stuff
I'm hearing' about Mutants an' all such."

"Oh, that!" She rolled her eyes as if she was disgusted.
"Just the Boston division of SCAM acting up again. They do that
every Saturday, come to the commons and have their little say. I wish
they'd just shut up." She handed him his change. "Why? Are
you a mutant? If you are, I'd suggest you stay as far away from them
as you can. Those people are nuts."

"No, Chere, I am not a mutant," he lied, putting his
change and cigarettes in his pocket. "But I was just curious why
they're makin' all dat noise..." On an impulse, trying to look
casual, he took the girls hand and kissed it. "It is such a
shame that a pretty woman like you 'as to listen to such rude voices
as she works."

The girl blushed. "Thanks," she whispered. "And do
come back again."

He hurried towards the park. As he headed over, he noticed that
the bullhorn had stopped blaring. If I'm lucky, de police or
someone came to shut dem up, he thought, but in the pit of his
stomach, he doubted it.

As he got closer, he realized that even though the bullhorn wasn't
being used, people were still talking, and talking rather loudly. And
one of the voices was Denver's. "Ah, Shit!" he cursed,
listening and running even faster.

"Who the Hell do you think you are?"
Denver was screaming. "What gives you the right to decide a
group of people are bad? Fifty years ago, you'd be saying all black
people were bad, wouldn't you?"

What in the 'ell is she doing? Remy thought. He
understood her desire to stand up to these idiots, many was the time
Remy wanted to tell members of SCAM exactly what he thought of them,
but he knew it wouldn't help. He was just one person against so
many... And somehow he doubted Denver had a large group supporting
her. Stupid girl is probably in the middle of it all, shooting
off her mouth. Those people don' like Mutant sympathizers either!

"Mutants are just like everyone else in most cases!"
Denver continued. "They are people. They have hopes, fears, and
dreams just like anyone else!"

Remy burst into the park and looked. Sure enough, Denver was right
in the middle of a throng of SCAM members, all proudly wearing the
SCAM logo on T-shirts. A simple logo really, a large black M with the
international "no" symbol around it. Yet that simple logo
made Remy shake. Dey must a've all been covering up their
T-shirts till 'dey started. If I'd seen one of those logos, I never
would 'ave left Denver alone!

SCAM wasn't a group to be dismissed lightly. Although it had never
been proven, word on the streets was that they had killed several
mutants, for doing nothing worse than existing. Most of the members,
including the founder, were fanatically religious, and felt that they
were doing "gods work," a little fact that made Remy sick
when he thought about it.

"How the hell do you know so much about Mutants!"
someone in the crowd shouted at Denver.

"Because I am one!" Denver screamed.

For a moment, there was dead silence. The impact of her words
didn't even hit Remy, all that registered in his mind was that she
had just signed her own death warrant as far as these people were
concerned. He really started to run, wondering how in the world he
was going to get her safely out of there.

The silence hung heavy in the air for a moment... you could almost
see the crowd, deciding what method they should use to destroy
Denver. Then someone screamed. "Mutie!"

"Mutant scum!" someone else chimed in.

They closed around her like a pack of starving dogs. Remy was
close now, but there was no way this crowd was going to let him
through. The crowd had decided Denver's death, they were going to rip
her apart, limb to limb. Gulping, Remy reached into his pocket,
watching in horror as they started leaping on Denver, kicking her,
clawing at her, hitting her. He pulled out one of his packs of
cigarettes... Oh God, he prayed. Let 'dis work!

He let the power flow through him, into the cigarette pack till it
glowed, then carefully, he took aim and tossed it towards the group,
just above their heads, enough to startle them, but not to hurt them.

B O O M!

The pack exploded, sending bits of paper and tobacco scattering in
the breeze. Everyone jumped back. Remy quickly picked up a blue metal
trash container, lifted it above his head, and started charging it as
fast as he could. He looked over at Denver. She was lying on the
ground, curled up in a little ball. Blood was spattered on her jeans,
her T-shirt, her hair. "Leave the Girl ALONE!"
he shouted.

Everyone turned to look at him. He wished he could just go over,
pick Denver up and carry her out of there, but that was impossible.

"My God! He's a MUTIE too!" someone shouted.

"Damn right I am!" Remy said. "An if you t'ink dat
cigarette pack made a hell of an explosion, imagine what I can do
wit' this metal barrel! Back off from the girl, real slow..."

Everyone cleared away, eyeing Remy cautiously. Still holding the
barrel, high above his head, he walked over to Denver. "Chere,"
he whispered. "Chere, are you all right?" He wished he
could kneel down beside her, take her in his arms, but he didn't
dare. One false move and this crowd would be all over him.

She looked up, her face puffy, blood oozing out her nose and
mouth. "I...alive..." she whispered.

"Chere, can you stand?" He asked, keeping his eyes on
the crowd.

Denver slowly started rising to her feet, stumbling. "Use me
to pull yourself up wit," Remy suggested. "I am sorry I
cannot 'elp you."

She pulled herself up to her feet, grabbing onto his jeans and
shirt. "Good!" Remy whispered. "Now, hold onto my
waist. I'm gonna get you out of 'ere."

She put her arms around him, getting blood on his jeans. She
turned and spit, two teeth coming out of her mouth along with a pool
of blood.

Slowly, still eyeing the mob, Remy backed up. Inch by inch, he
made his way to an exit. The process seemed to take hours. The whole
time, he held the barrel, which was by now so charged it was
beginning to hurt for him to hold it. He looked into the eyes of
Denver's would-be killers and what he saw sickened him. Every single
one of them wanted him and Denver dead and thought they had every
right to want that. I should just throw this barrel at them an'
kill them all!

If someone tried to move towards them, he pretended as if he was
going to throw the barrel. "Back off!" he shouted. "First
person to get closer than a hundred yards to me is gonna be goin' to
meet their maker in a billion bite sized pieces!"

His bluff worked. After a couple times, people just watched him,
letting him back off, not even moving. Other people who had just been
there to enjoy the day were watching too. Mothers were clinging to
their children, frightened. Oh, I'm striking a blow for mutant
kind, Remy thought, disgusted with himself. Probably no one
'ere will remember these people beatin' up on Denver. But they'll
remember the mutant who almost blew dem to bits!

Denver just clung to him, the whole time, not speaking, using her
strength to walk. When they finally got far enough away from the mob,
from everyone, to an exit, Remy heaved the barrel throwing it into
the ground, away from them. It exploded, sending up a cloud of metal
shrapnel, dirt, and trash. Quickly, Remy grabbed Denver and took off,
running as fast as he could, carrying her.

His first thought was safety for both of them, so he carried her
to the garage where her car was parked. He took her keys from where
she had them hooked on her belt loop, opened the door, and laid her
down on the front seat. "Denver," he murmured. "Are
you all right?"

She looked up at him. "Yeah...I'm doing a lot better now..."

He studied her face. Much to his amazement, the swelling seemed to
be going down! I must a've thought she was worse off than she
was, he thought to himself. Then he noticed her left eye, which
had been swollen shut, start to open. "Chere!" he gasped.

She stared back at him. "Now you know."

"Know what?" he asked. "An' why is your face
healing?"

"I have a healing factor," she said, as her lips started
returning to a more normal condition. "Remy, I'm a mutant. And
damn it, I know it was wrong to go plunging into that group
and tell them off, but I...I get so sick of this shit."

He suddenly had the urge to laugh, to jump wildly up and down. No
wonder she just plunged into the midst of the group! An' all dis time
I've been terrified to let her see my eyes! "It's okay
Denver. I understand and I'm just glad you are safe..."

"They could have killed me, you know." She looked away,
wiping her face with the bottom of her T-shirt. "I may have a
healing factor, but it can be beaten. It's just very difficult, but
it can be done. They would have managed, I'm sure..." She pulled
her T-shirt back down and looked at him. "I owe you my life."

"You owe me no'ting! " he flatly stated. "Chere,
I...I am very fond of you...I couldn't let them kill you, you..."
he hesitated, afraid of saying the wrong things, of scaring her.
"...mean a lot to me...really..."

She gulped. "Remy, I-I love you."

She had whispered it softly, but Remy had heard. He knew it had
taken a lot out of her to say that. His time on the road had taught
him to be very suspicions of the word "love". People spoke
it too easily and the translation often was, "At this point I am
fond of you, but tomorrow, I might just as easily try to destroy
you." He normally didn't like to hear the word used, especially
if it was pertaining to him. But Denver's confession made his heart
soar.

"Oh, Chere," he knelt down in the garage, so he was
looking her in the eyes. "You're saying that made me very
happy."

She gave a half snort, half laugh, almost spraying him with blood.
"Yeah, but do you feel the same way?"

His hesitation was for less than a split second. "Yes, I do."

Despite the pain she was still in, Denver just beamed.

End
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