DISCLAIMER: Kevin is mine, as is Gretzky (Gretter is my real dog, and yes, he is named after Wayne Gretzky the hockey player). Agent 911 is a game I made up and used to play, although my version of the game is somewhat different from Kev's considering all the bad guys were Fraggles at the time. Forge's uh... ahum, friend, belongs to me. Everyone else belong to Marvel. Enjoy.

Okay, this is for Shera who politely told me a while ago, to get my butt in gear and write her favorite character in with Kev... well I tried.

Kevin awoke to a squirming mass of fur wiggling on his chest. "Huh?" He asked sleepily, opening one eye slowly. He heard snickering to one side of the room, and when he moved his head over to look, a little pink tongue caught him in the eye. "Wha?" He asked, and there was more snickers.

He sat up in bed, the furball falling into his lap, it was then that he realized that the ball had a little wet nose and and two tiny green eyes. It was a white fluffy pup with a light gold stripe down the back of his coat. It's little tail was going around in circles so fast Kev could barely see it.

Before he could say anything, the little puppy put its big paws on his chest and started to lick his face all over. He was laughing hard by the time he was able to push the puppy away.

"I take it you like him, non?" Remy asked, he was leaning in the doorway, his legs and arms crossed. Rogue was beside him, a huge grin on her face. They look tired; they had left last night before he'd gone to bed for a mission, and it looked like they had just gotten home, both were still in uniform.

"Like him? I love him!" Kevin said pulling playfully on one of the puppy's floppy ears. He picked it up and looked it over. He'd never seen a dog like him before. "What is it?" He asked.

"Uh, a dog." Remy smiled.

Rogue hit his arm playfully with the back of her hand and came into the room to sit on Kevin's bed, moving Kev's teddy out of the way. The puppy bounced from Kevin's lap into hers, and when it tried to lick her face, she pulled back. "Ya don't want ta do that." She said. As if understanding her, it settled for licking her gloved hand. "He's a pompoo."

"A what?"

"He's parents were a pomeranian and a poodle."

"It's a mutt." Remy put in. He was still grinning.

"A cute mutt. Th' man we got him from said he ain't gonna get too big, but if ya look at his paws ya'll see somethin' different. Ya really like him? If ya don't we can get ya another one."

"No! I do like him." Kevin said watching it bounce on the bed, going over to his nightstand, and licking the glass of water there. "He's cute. Thank you, Aunt Rogue, Uncle Remy!" He leaned over and gave Rogue a hug.

"You're welcome, sugah. After all, you've been with us for a month now, we decided ta get ya somethin'." She said hugging him back.

"Well I like him. Mom wouldn't let me have a puppy before."

Rogue looked at Gambit, and neither could miss the hurt look on Kevin's face when he'd said "Mom." "Wha' you name him?" Remy asked, changing the subject a little.

He turned and looked at the puppy who was now attacking the poster of Wayne Gretzky that he had hanging on his wall by the bed. The puppy bit onto the corner of the picture that wasn't attached good. There was a ripping sound, and the poster tore in half. The puppy fell back, the paper covering him, and when it realized it was in complete darkness, it started to howl.

The three humans in the room started to laugh as Kevin pulled him out from under what was left of Wayne. "Gretzky," he said, "his name's Gretzky. That okay with you fella?" As a answer, Kevin got a lick on the mouth. "Yeagh," he made a face and wrinkled up his noise, "puppy breath."

Jean picked that moment to poke her head in the door. "Isn't it customary for the groom not to see the bride on the day of the wedding?" She asked looking at Rogue.

Remy sighed, and put a hand over his eyes, "Better, eh?"

"Much. Rogue, are you coming?"

"Yeah Jean. Jus' wanted ta give Kevin his present. Bye, sugahs." As she walked past Remy, she bumped hips with him.

After she was out the door, he looked between his fingers at Kevin. "Are dey gone?" he asked jokingly. Kevin laughed and tossed his covers off, putting Gretzky on the floor and grabbing his teddy. "Come on, Kev, you go down an' have breakfast. I goin' t' get Rogue's present."

"Is it done?"

"Yeah, I t'ink so, Forge goin' t' be here soon. Come on, you c'n bring Gretzky wit' you too, I t'ink he might need to go outside... uh... where is he?"

Kevin pointed down at Remy's foot. Remy looked down just in time to see the puppy squat and pee on his boot.

There was something about Eeny and Meeny eating the catering truck, and Jean picking up the wrong dress. And Scott yelling because he dropped his tux in the mud and the only other suite he owned was something called a disco suit from the 70's. Since that was so many years before Kevin was born--and since he'd seen a few Brady Bunch episodes while at the Home--he decided he didn't even want to try and guess what "Disco" was.

With all the activity, no one would stop and actually eat breakfast with Kevin. Well, no one but Marrow, Bobby and Logan that is.

Of the three, it was only Bobby that Kevin felt comfortable talking to. Marrow only glared at him most of the time, calling him an "Upity Upworlder" whatever that meant, and Kevin had to admit to himself, Wolverine was just too scary to talk to.

He'd stumbled into a Danger Room session once when everyone had been in there, and Kev had seen Logan kill someone with his claws. Of course, he had been trying to save Kev from the man coming at him, but he had seen that and it had stayed with him. It didn't help any that Wolverine hadn't said more then a few words to him since.

But Bobby was cool. And funny. He always managed to make Kevin laugh. Right now, he was covering a piece of bacon in ice before eating it. That was something else about Bobby that was so cool--no pun intended--his mutant power. The thought of being able to turn into a walking icecube was actually something Kevin liked. And who wouldn't?

"So, Kev, whatcha gonna do until the ceremony this afternoon?" Bobby asked him, pretending not to notice when Kev dropped a piece of bacon on the floor for Gretzky.

He shrugged. "Don't know. I thought I could help with something."

"Why don't you go outside and play for a while?" Jean said, rushing into the kitchen to pour herself a cup of coffee. "Go explore for a while."

There was one thing about Jean that kinda got on him, she acted a lot like Ms. J to everyone, even Logan. She acted like she was a den-mother. But other then that, he really liked her. She was always nice and cheerful.

"Okay... Bobby, wanna come with me?"

"I can't, kiddo. We've just got too much to do."

"Oh." Kevin said disappointed. "Then I guess I can watch TV for a while."

"You can still go out." Jean said, finishing up her coffee. "Just don't go too far."

"Really? Alone?" He perked up.

"I don't see why not. You and Gretzky can go roam around in the woods for a few hours if you want to. Hank and I use to do it all the time when we were younger," Bobby said pushing his plate away from him and standing. "Go ahead, have fun."

"Alright!" Kevin smiled excitedly and put his dishes in the sink. "Come on, Gretter." He called to his puppy as he opened the door, and they both ran out.

"Ya sure that was a good idea, darlin'?" Logan asked as the door slammed shut.

"Yes, why not? I mean he's a little boy, Logan, how much trouble can he get into in a few hours?" Jean asked over her shoulder as she walked back out of the room.

"Yeah, there's nothing out there gonna hurt him, Hank and I walked all over those woods. He'll be fine." Bobby said following after Jean.

Wolverine snorted, he didn't exactly trust the boy not to get in trouble, not since he'd walked into the Danger Room. The boy was scared of him, that was true. He could smell it. Maybe it was time he stopped being scared.

He waited a few minuets until Marrow left too and he was alone in the kitchen. Staring at the boy's teddy bear that he left on the table, he got up and then he let himself out the door to follow him.

His head poked around the corner of the mansion without moving any other part of his body, and he looked to see if anyone was there. Bishop, sitting on the grass, cleaning his guns.

This was someone else Kevin didn't feel comfortable with. The big man Uncle Remy said was from the future was just too paranoid--a new word Kevin had picked up from watching too much X-Files--about everything and everyone. And the whole "he came from the future" thing is even more unnerving.

If you came from the future where there were flying cars, cities in the sky, and people could travel in space, why would you want to come back to the past? he thought. No one had ever really told him Bishop's reasons for coming into the past, and that was just as well. Might give the boy nightmares.

Deciding he didn't want to go anywhere near Bishop, he changed course and slid his way back the way he'd come, Gretzky walking silently at his heels, his tail wagging.

Seeing danger on every side, Agent 9 double 1, silently walks back the way he came. His fateful sidekick, The Gret Man, close behind him, teeth bared and ready for anything. Checking that gage on his Hypothermic Allergy Gun, he curses himself for not bringing more ammo.

"Agent Gret Man," he whispered, sticking his head around the corner. The coast was clear; none of the X-Men were around this side of the house. But he didn't really see it that way--there were spies hiding behind every bush and tree. He looked down at his fateful sidekick, who just stared up at him, wagging his tail. Kevin gave him his best impression of Scott's face when he was giving a lecture as he looked down at the dog, and to his credit, he stopped wagging his tail.

"That's better." Kev/Agent 911 said. "Now, Agent Gret, there are about a hundred men out there waiting for us all working for the mastermind, Logan von Wolfinstein. You take the ten on the right, and I'll take the other ninety on the left... No, wait. Let's make this fair, you take five and I'll take the other ninety-five and leave Logan von Wolfinstein to me. Got it?"

The puppy barked excitedly.

"You're right, Agent Gret Man! I must call into base and inform Gambin of what it is we're about to do. I could kiss you... but I won't. What would I do without you?"

He placed his "gun" in the waist band of his jeans, and took a pack of chewing gum from out of his pocket. Popping a piece in his mouth, he put the foil up to his ear. After waiting a minute he put it down, a shocked look on his face, as he grabbed his "gun" again. "Logan von Wolfinstein must know we are here! We must act quickly!"

"Okay," he whispered, pretending to pull something back on the "gun", "all ready? GO!" He jumped out from the safety of the wall and fell to the ground, rolling, making gun noses as he shot at the ninjas that were surrounding him. Kevin/Agent 911 kept firing until he had no ammo left, then he "threw" the "gun" at the last man standing. It hit him between the eyes and the man fell over dead.

There was no sign of Logan von Wolfinstein anywhere--actually, the real Logan was sitting in a tree not too far off. Logan von Wolfinstein, eh? He thought, fighting to keep from laughing--but it didn't matter. Kev/Agent 911 and his trusty sidekick, Agent Gret Man, had won!

He heard a little growl and felt a tugging on his pant leg. He looked down and there was Agent Gret, pulling on his pants trying to eat him alive!

"No! Gret, not you too! Don't tell me von Wolfinstein got to you! Traitor!" He rolled over and pulled his leg up, bringing the puppy with him. Gretzky let go, and bounced on Kev's chest to get to his face, where he was licked to death.

"Okay, okay! I give! You win!" He laughed, trying to get the puppy's tongue out of his eye.

"Hello Kevin. Out enjoying this sunny day?" A soft voice inquired above him.

He pushed Gretzky away and sat up just in time to see Ororo land softly on her feet in front of him. He nodded in answer to her question. "Did you do this?" he asked in return.

"Mother Earth has the privilege of claiming this day."

"That's good. So that means that it wasn't supposed to rain on Uncle Remy and Aunt Rogue's wedding."

She smiled at him, and created a wind current to pick her up. "I shall let Rogue know you are out here. Wander around if you like, but do not go too far," she said before letting the wind carry her away.

Now that was a power Kevin would like to have. Making it rain when he wanted, or snow. Making the sun shine, or hide behind clouds. And flying; Kevin had always wanted to fly.

And he liked Storm too. She was always nice, and he had never heard her raise her voice. And what a voice, it was so soft with just a little of an accent painted over the words.

Grinning, he stood up and straightened his arms out on either side of him. "Whirlwinds rise and lift me up!" he said in an overly-dramatic voice, then started to turn as fast as he could.

He turned and turned faster and faster spinning like a top. He kept it up for a while until he lost his balance and fell to the ground--lucky for Logan, Kev fell to the ground the same time he fell out of the tree laughing, and Kevin didn't hear him--he looked around dizzily. He shook his head, which only made the world spin all that much faster.

"Ugh, Gretzky, let's not pretend to be Storm no more, 'kay?" he asked the puppy who was chasing his tail. There was loud laughter behind him, but when he turned he saw nothing.

Shrugging, he got back on his feet. "Okay, Agent Gret Man, whadaya wanta play now?" The puppy stopped chasing his tail and sat down, looking up at Kev with his green eyes. "Well?" The puppy quivered all over, then jumped up, and placed it's paws on Kev's leg and started to lick his hand.

Grinning, he bent down and picked up the puppy, who gave him a lick on the check. "Yck. We've got to talk about this thing you have for kissing. Don't you know kissing is for girls?"

"That's not all true, Kev. You'll learn that soon."

He turned around and grinned as Scott walked away from the house to him. "Well Uncle Remy doesn't kiss Aunt Rogue."

"That's because he can't. Believe me, Kev, if he could, he would."

"You kiss Jean," Kevin said, walking up beside the X-Men's leader, following him to wherever it is he's going.

"Well, I can, she's my wife."

"But... it's gross. I mean, I can see why Gretzky wants to lick me, it's the only way he knows to tell me he likes me, but why would anyone want to swap spit with someone else? Especially with a girl?"

Scott looked down at the newest member of the family, and grinned. "Well I wouldn't want to kiss Logan or your Uncle Remy. I'd much rather kiss Jean. And where've you heard about 'swapping spit?'"

Kev shrugged. "My dad. He wouldn't kiss Mom, 'cause he said he didn't like to swap spit."

"Your father wouldn't kiss your mother?"

"No. Until I met Mr. and Ms. J., and then you and Jean, I didn't think anyone kissed 'cept for on TV. I still don't get it. I mean, why would you want to kiss someone?"

"Well, to show that they love them."

"But I thought that was why you and Jean are always making googoo eyes at each other and always saying 'I love you.' Like Uncle Remy and Aunt Rogue. So why doya gotta kiss 'um?"

Scott, who couldn't believe he was having this conversation with an eleven year old, had no idea what to say to that, so said, "You'll understand when you're older."

Kevin stopped in his tracks and watched Scott walk off. "You'll understand when you're older." "You can do it when you get older." Older older older. Everything was always older.

But who wants to get older if it means kissing girls?

And who would want to be an adult? His parents were adults, he certainly didn't want to be like them. But Aunt Remy and Uncle Rogue are adults too. He did want to be like them.

Hmm, Scott had just confused him more then helped. And he wasn't used to Scott doing that. Hank yes. The furry blue doctor Kevin had come to love almost as much as he loved Uncle Remy and Aunt Rogue was always confusing him. His words were sometimes too large, or just something Kev didn't understand, and it seemed that he wasn't the only one. Most of the X-Men didn't know what he was saying half the time either.

Kev's face scrunched up, and he put Gretzky back on the ground to run.

Even though he had lived with them for a month now, and had known them for five, he still thought of them all as the X-Men. Heroes and outlaws at the same time. People who had seemed too far to touch not too long ago, like comic book characters. Not real, but real enough to care about.

And now he lived with them, and he considered them all his family.

No, he didn't call them all Aunt or Uncle like he had done when he'd first met them, but he cared for each of them like they were his aunts and uncles. True, he was scared of Logan, and didn't entirely know what to think of Bishop, but he loved them too. They were more of a family then he had had before.

Aunt Rogue spent more time with him then his mother ever had. She had always been too concerned about appearances, and what party to go to next. And Uncle Remy talked to him more then his father had. And so far, they had only raised their voices to him once, when he had stumbled into the Danger Room session. But after, they had apologized to him, even though he was the one who should have been sorry.

He wanted to call them "Mom" and "Dad," but he couldn't bring himself to give them the title. He loved them, every bit as much as he had love his real parents, if not more. But Mom and Dad were names he used to judge the two people who had left him on the orphanage steps because they didn't want to deal with a sick kid.

He frowned again. He was being serious again. That was something he didn't need.

Deciding to get back to his game, "Come on, Agent Gret Man! I think Logan von Wolfinstein is in the woods. I'll race you there!" He took off in a dead run, the puppy following close behind.

He knew Kevin was afraid of him--could smell it a mile away--and he didn't want that. He didn't want to frighten the boy. Actually, he liked Kev, very much. He thought that he had brightened up the place since Gambit and Rogue had adopted him. He brought a new kind of laughter into the mansion that seemed to be just what the X-Men needed.

Kev almost looked like he belonged to the two love birds--red brown hair, just a little lighter then Gambit's, bright green eyes much more like spring tree leaves then Rogue's--there was a resemblance. And if he ever stopped calling them Aunt and Uncle, then no one would ever know that he wasn't their biological son.

He was small for his age, Hank said that was because of the Mrots Syndrome, but he had more energy then a jack rabbit. He was small enough to look maybe seven or eight, and at night, he'd curl up in Remy's lap watching TV until he fell asleep.

There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Remy and Rogue's adopting him had been the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Logan had only confirmed it when he had a friend at the police station check out his parents. He had found out what Remy and Rogue wanted Kevin to tell them on his own.

His parents had owned a whole bunch of apartment buildings and a construction company. His mother, Stacy Anderson, had been one of those fancy people who went to every party, and if she wasn't there, then the party wasn't important. His father Mark Anderson, was a drunk, plain and simple.

The construction company went belly up. It seemed Mr. Anderson had been taking money from the company, and putting it into his own account. The apartments were confiscated and are now property of the state.

They had left Kevin on the steps of the Home for Sick and Abused Children just a few days after finding out he was sick. Left him there in the middle of the night and told him not to move. He didn't. Not until April Jackson found him there in the morning, and even then she had to force him to move.

Now there was an arrest warrant out for the Andersons, but no one had seen hide nor hair of them.

Couldn'ta happened t' a nicer couple a folks. Logan thought with a sneer. Maybe it was time he had that talk with Kevin, time to get the boy to stop fearing him.

He started toward him when a finger touch brushed his thoughts.

**Logan?**

Yeah Jeanne?

**The boys are having a little trouble setting up tables, do you think you can come help?**

He looked over to were Kevin had dropped to the ground--he'd run himself out--then nodded absently. Yeah, sure Jeanne. Be right there.

"Oh be quiet, Forge. I'm having a baby, it's not like it's a handicap or something. I'm not going to drop just because I used my powers a bit."

"When are you going to get it through your head that this is not caused from your being pregnant! You're sick. We don't know what wrong and it could be-"

"It's not. I don't have the Legacy Virus. You worry too much. Now, show me to where your Doctor McCoy is so we can get out of here."

"Well, we should at least call home and-"

"I don't know where you're getting these funny ideas from today, Forge, but we're not gonna do it. Now let's get going. The shorter a time we're here, the less chance we'll be seen."

He sighed.

He was still kinda scared that one of them would get hurt, but like Uncle Remy said, it was a part of who they were. And Kevin accepted that.

He yawned, and pulled Gretzky up into his lap. The puppy wiggled closer, getting comfortable, and as Kev rubbed his head, Gretzky feel asleep. Not too long afterwards, Kevin did the same.

"Logan, have ya seen Kevin? He needs ta get ready." She asked him, looking out the door.

"Yeah, Darlin'. I seen 'em. I'll go get 'em fer ya."

"Thank ya, sugah."

Logan gave a curt nod of the head before starting out for the woods.

He found Kevin sitting under a tree fast asleep. He cocked his head as he looked down at the boy. The first thing to pop in his head was innocence. That was Kevin alright. Logan was right, the kid did brighten up the place. He did bring laughter back into the mansion.

The puppy Rogue and Remy had bought him, jumped out of his lap, and walked over to Logan, wagging its tail the whole way. Logan reached down and scratched it between its ears, then moved over to Kevin and picked him up, not wanting to awaken him.

With the puppy following at his heels, Logan carried Kevin out of the woods, and back to the mansion, all the while thinking that they would have to have that talk later. He brought him inside through the patio door and laid him down in one of the over stuffed chairs and then went off to find Rogue to tell her where he was.

Kev, keeping his breath regular like that of sleep, opened his eye a crack and watched as he walked away. Maybe he wasn't so scary after all.