Oh man! She wished he would get his arm off her belly. She was going to upchuck if Remy squeezed her waist one more time. Why did she choose a snuggler as her lover? Normally she loved the feel of him wrapped around her. It was nice waking to his warmth. This morning however she would have preferred to awake alone. She felt the nausea roll in her tummy immediately after opening her eyes.

This was all Rogue's fault. She shouldn't have trusted her. Kyler has tempted to seek Rogue out and puke up on the belle's southern slippered feet. She turned her head to side and stifled a groan of misery. There was no way she would be able to hold her stomach in check long enough to enjoy any revenge.

She had formed tentative friendships with most of the X-men. Some of the team, like Logan and even Hank, were even turning into good friends. The only person she had noticeable tension with was Rogue. Kyler knew it was partly her fault. She was jealous of the Rogue's past relationship with Remy. No one said much about it to her of course but she knew there was history between the two, history that left Remy hurting badly. Bad enough that she was afraid that he might not let himself love again.

So, when Rogue gifted her with a bowl of the soup she had been cooking last night Kyler saw it as a peace offering of sorts. Offering her foot! The lady was trying to poison her. Either that or she couldn't cook worth a hill of beans. If the others got sick as well she would know if Rogue had planned a subtle attack.

Six weeks of living with the honorable X-men was making her soft. That thought brought a pang of guilt. She was here under their hospitality. Still she should have sensed that Rogue was up to something. It was so easy to slip a mickey in her food. And to think, she even felt guilty for not being more sociable toward Rogue.

"Mornin', chere." Remy stroked her belly and gave her a sleepy smile. He lifted his head from the pillow and gave her a soft kiss.

She lay perfectly still under his innocent assault. Couldn't he tell she was ill? The way she was feeling her face had to be three shades of green. "Off!" The words were a mere whisper. She wanted to shout but didn't think it would be wise at the moment.

"What?" His eyes grew wide in surprise. "What's with you?" He leaned up again to look at her. Her was face was set in grim lines almost as if she was in pain.

The shifting of his body against hers was the last straw. She pushed against him with all her strength and ran to the corner of the room. Kneeling in front of the trash can Kyler empty the contents of her stomach.

Remy followed her out of bed and helpless watched his heaving lover. He crouched beside her and held her hair away from her face. He should have noticed how pale she looked. A reluctant smile twitched his lips. This was the first time he had gotten this response to his amorous attentions. Maybe he needed to freshen his technique.

He felt the shudder run through her body, guilt pierced through him. He didn't think she would appreciate his humor right now. "Okay now?" The 'get real' glare she gave him reassured him somewhat. She must be feeling better, her sassy self was present.

He picked her and carried her back over to the bed. He carefully tucked her into the bed. There was a glass of water on the nightstand. He handed it to her hoping it would help.

She took a sip of water. "Thank you. You're pretty brave." She grinned at him. Now that she got that rotten soup out of her system she felt much better.

Remy put his hand against her forehead. "You ain't hot."

She gave him a wicked smile. "No, but with some effort on your part I could be." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

The hand on her forehead covered her mouth. "Chere, you bad." He shook his head in mock sorrow. "B' serious." His eyes held hers sternly. "Why you sick?"

Gads! How to answer that one. How do you tell your lover his ex tried to do you in? She didn't think she should go into this with him. He hadn't even told her about his relationship with Rogue yet. It would be best to avoid her suspicions for awhile.

"Ah btd djhenddjf jde didsneksa jeuj m"

"Sorry." He removed his hand from her mouth. A sheepish grin shaped his face.

"I ate something that disagreed with me." Her eyes were wide and, hopefully, filled with innocence. If the skeptical look he was giving her was any indication she wasn't very successful with the innocent bit. "I'm better now. Honest." Her fingers patterned an imaginary plus sign against her upper chest. "Cross my heart and hope to die." That was ironic, a few minutes ago she would have sworn she was dying.

"You should see Henri t' b' sure."

"You worry too much. Not that I don't think you're a doll for doing so but Hank is a busy man. I feel better now. The problem is in your trashcan. By the way, remind me to buy you a new can."

She wasn't lying to him. The soup was out of her system. She could get on with the day. Maybe even plan some revenge. That thought cheered her considerably.

What was the saying? Revenge is sweet? Yep! There was another one too from her favorite movie. Star Trek's Kahn said revenge was a dish best served cold. Cold and sweet should cover all the bases. Now what were all the devious things she could do to Rogue?

"You okay for me t' take a shower." He was looking at her like she was going to expire on the spot.

They had a busy day planned. Priorities had to be followed. She and Hank had some new programs to implement with Cerebro. This could be the break they have been waiting for. After these weeks of waiting they could have Sinister.

She couldn't remember the last time anyone had fused over her. It was nice and smothering at the same time. Playing nursemaid, however, would have to wait.

Her eyes roamed his bare chest to his flat belly. It really was a shame that all the rooms didn't have private baths. She would love to have a repeat of their first shower experience. She gave him a winsome smile. "Go on. I am going to get my stuff and head for the ladies shower room in a bit."

It only took him a minute to slide into a pair of sweats and grab his stuff. He gave her a peck on the cheek and left for the men's shower room. The smile on her face lasted until the door was secured behind him. She grabbed his pillow and held it to her chest. The masculine scent of him filled her head.

That was close. She wanted nothing more than to revel in his concern but it was too dangerous. The way she felt about him it would be easy to delude herself into thinking he loved her, easy and stupid.

She couldn't afford that kind of pain. Heck, whom was she fooling? Leaving him is going to rip her heart out. And that's just what she is going to have to if he couldn't learn to love her. In her mind, him loving her seemed more than fair because, heaven help her, she was all ready in love with him.