Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, This story stems from one written by Yaoiboy167, 'The Final Chapter' and several characters are the inventions of other people, so thank you to them. Jake Kitchiner, 'Kitchie' (aka. Glue), the main in this story, is my own invention, and I'm proud of it.

A/N, This story contains depictions of homosexuality... err, Kitchie's gay. Always has been, and always will be. If you don't like, don't read, I have no time for may contain mild swearing, mild violence, very mild slash, and some fluffy romance (Jake's a cutey and a softy, so wadda you expect). On a darker note, It will contain some emotional content relating to suggested physical and mental abuse, bullying, homophobia and sexual abuse. Rate T coz I think M is too harsh.

Please read and review, I love reviews, they make me feel good, and I like critisms, I wanna know how to improve and make sure people enjoy my stuff, Because there's no point in me publishing if you don't. Now to the story, enjoy...

Jake sat atop the roof of the Xavier Mansion, watching the sun go down. He rarely enjoyed the sunset, he rarely sat down for that matter, but he always felt happy watching the beautiful colours, the pinks and vibrant oranges, the red and purples, meld into one another, it looked exciting, yet so calm. Jake always likened it to a car chase in an action movie going really slowly, that was how he thought. A cool breeze left him shivering, and he hugged himself tightly for warmth, it didn't help that he was skinny, some said too skinny, but he couldn't put on weight for some reason. His skinniness was most noticable around his face, he had boney cheeks and jaw, which made him look almost ill. Despite this, he prided himself on being handsome, with small lips, big brown eyes and a cute little nose, he spike up his short brown hair and tried to wear clothes that hugged him tight. Right now, he wished he'd worn something warmer, he needed some comfort, he needed a place where he could be himself, where he didn't have to try so hard, just for people to like him.

Jake was a goofball, he knew it as well as anyone, he couldn't help it, he just got so exited around people, he did and said stupid things before he could stop himself, never offensive or rude, just stupid. He would get so hyper by being around people that he could hardly contain himself, he would beam out at everyone around him, and would delight in being spoken to, but they rarely did so without him speaking to them first.

He wanted someone who he could just talk to, someone who wouldn't look bored when he spoke or find an excuse to get away from him. There wasn't really anyone, even his friends didn't seem to be able to find the time for him, with the exception of the black haired boy with blue eyes, Mark, who had arrived at the school less than half a year ago, but who had been so kind to him in that short time. Jake had few friends, genuine ones atleast. Several kids acted like they were, but would insult him when they thought he couldn't hear. Unfortunately, aswell as a photographic memory, he had exceptional hearing.

He ignored them the best he could, but he was always hurt when people didn't like him. He knew he was a pain, he could be extremely annoying, but all he ever did was try to be nice, why didn't people realise that? For some reason he just couldn't calm down, he tried his best to act normal, to be like everyone else, but he could'nt, he was desperate for freindship.

He had been ever since he'd arrived here from the orphanage. Thoughts of that dark place brought up unpleasant emotions he thought he'd put behind him. He wasn't an orphan, his parents had decided that they no longer wanted a child, and so left him at the first hellhole they could find in New Orleans. Memories flooded to him, of his parents, of the orphange he'd spent two years in, of the first time he used his powers, the time when all the trouble started. Before then he was normal, he had no odd behaviour, perhaps he was a little excitable, but in no way was he weird.

He was a junior baseball player, his schools star hitter. It was the district finals, his school was playing the reigning champions. Jake recalled the mad screams of hundreds of parents and supporters, all baying for the blood of the other team. Jake was 12, he was first up. He stood ready to bat, staring at the slightly elder boy, the Pitcher. He threw the ball, Jake swung, 'Strike One!' He'd missed! He felt a pang of panic but calmed himself. The pitcher threw again, 'Strike 2'! He hadn't even swung that time, he froze. He looked around, to his team mates seething with rage, yelling at him, he saw the crowd, urging the children on, demanding, crazed. He saw his parents, his Dad on the phone, his mother staring at her nails, both completely disinterest. He felt his body clench up, he began to panic. He couldn't fail, he'd thought, he had to hit the ball.

It went silent, the Pitcher threw the ball, Jake swung. 'Strike, Oh my god!' Jake looked around, the crowd was silent, agast at what they saw. Jake looked down, his body had moved, yet the bat hadn't swung, he couldn't see his arms, the bat was on the floor covered in goo. It took him a moment to realise, then it hit him, the goo was his arms. A clear, liquid substance had extended from his shoulders and pooled at his feet. He felt himself scream, but made no sound, before fainting.

After that it was all a blur, he remembered being in the hospital, remembered the doctor telling his parents he was a mutant. He remebered the beating when he got home, he couldn't understand it, he still didn't, it wasn't his fault after all. He remembered

being dropped off at an orphanage in the poorest part of New Orleans, where the damage of an old hurricane hadn't been repaired, even after so many years. He had begged his parents not to leave him, but they didn't care, they abandoned him with just the clothes on his back, a rucksack and his beloved goldfish, Mystery and Hunter.

His time in the orphanage was lonely, he was shunned by everyone for being a 'freak'. He'd tried to hide the fact, but somehow, they found out. Everyone he'd tried to talk to either ran away or attacked him. The adults were completely uninterested in him. He could never speak to them, he gave up trying. They just ignored him, that is, with the exception of one.

Jake pulled himself out of it. He would never allow himself to recall the torment he wanted to forget so badly. He had enough of those memories in his nightmares, he wouldn't dwell on them whilst awake. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek. He should be happy, he was safe now, Xavier and Frostman saw to that, but he could'nt stop remembering.

He wouldn't have remembered at all had it not been for his stupidity. He'd been enjoying his lunch outside with Mark and Quinn, a girl with jet black skin and wings, with an attitude as dark as her skin, the people he regarded as his bestfriends, when a couple of guys asked them if they wanted to play baseball. Mark and Quinn said yes straight away. He desperately wanted to say no, the memories being too harsh, but he didn't want to let his friends down, and so said yes.

He found himself in that familiar place once more, facing a pitcher, his team was losing and he was last, so he needed to hit the ball. Mark was on third base, another boy on fourth. If he hit the ball, they could reach home and they'd win, if not, then they'd lose. He readied himself, but as the pitcher threw the ball he froze, and the ball sailed past him without him swinging. He was yelled at by his teamates, particulary the boy on fourth base, who looked like he was going to explode.

The pitcher threw again, and again Jake froze. The other boy was yelling furiously at him. Jake took a deep breath and tried to focus. The pitcher threw, and the ball whistled past him without so much as a twitch. He heard cheers from the other team. He dropped the bat, and looked around. He saw the disappointment on his teammates faces', in particular Mark's, his heart sank.

He hadn't noticed the boy on fourth base storm towards him. Jake was grabbed by the front of his shirt and hoisted up. The boys face was bright red, he eye's ablaze with anger.

"You Idiot," He had said, "What the hell do you think your doing?"

"Get of him, back off dickwad" Quinn said, rushing over to them. "It's only a baseball game"

"Get lost" The boy replied, he had towered over Jake, obviously older. "This is between me, and the loser"

"I said, back off" Quinn was angry, which was never a good thing.

"You always have little girls fight your own battles?" The older boy mocked, not releasing his grip.

"Let go of him, Now!" Quinn yelled.

Jake watched as the boy ignored her, drawing his fist up. Jake couldn't react, he was frozen with shock and fear. He expected to feel the fist connecting with him, instead he looked up to see the boy's fist caught in mid air by a strong hand. He looked over to see a tall, heavily built boy clutching onto the other. The older boy released his grip on Jake and turned to face the other.

"Lars" Jake said weakly.

"So, you want to play hero do you" He said at Lars, Jake's close friend. "Well, why don't you try it"

The boy put his hands on Lars's chest, suddenly his friend started shaking as a powerful electric shock pulsed through his body, sending him to his knees. Suddenly the boy was entrapped in blackness as he was pulled into what appeared to be a black hole. Quinn's eyes were enraged as she used her power, engulfing the boy in blackness where he remained for several moments, suddenly the darkness faded, leaving the boy on the ground, a look of complete shock across his unconsious face.

Everyone had stared in complete shock, first a Quinn, then slowly turning to towards Jake, still on the ground from where he had been dropped. Quinn went to help up Lars, who was moaning in pain, whilst Mark had gone over to Jake, extending a hand to help him up.

"Kitchie, what happened man" Mark said without thinking. Jake looked up, tears welling in his eyes, he got up on his own and ran into the institute, desperate to be alone.

Jake had found his way onto the roof, and had stayed there all afternoon. Mark was ashamed of him, he thought, and that had hurt him more than the older boy could ever have. He should of reacted, used his powers, but he had froze, how could he be trusted on missions if he couldn't even handle a schoolyard bully. He felt tears stream down his face. He wanted to crawl up into a ball, but found he couldn't move.

"Jake, are you alright" A familiar voice said from behind him. He quickly wiped away his tears, trying not to make it obivious he was doing so, before turning and looking up with a forced smile. He saw the handsome face he was expecting, it was lined with concern and worry, not a look Jake liked to see on Mark's face.

"Im fine" He said weakly, betraying his words as a lie. Mark looked down at his freind, he'd never seen him like this, so sad and in pain. Jake, or Kitchie as he was nicknamed, was always so happy, so full of life, but now, with that unconvincing fake smile, tear soaked cheeks and red raw eyes that seemed to be so full of hurt, Mark's heart broke, something was obviously wrong, more than just being threatened by some overeacting prick.

"Jake, whats up buddy" Mark said, trying to sound comforting, not condescending like before. "You can tell me, I am your roommate after all"

"I was just worried" he replied, "About Lars, and Quinn"

"Billy's fine, It'll take more than a couple of hundred volts of electricity to hurt him," Mark said with a smile, " And after I explained what happened, how that dick threatened you and attacked Billy, Quinn got off with an hours detention for 'inproper use of her powers', Xavier was more concerned for you, he wants you to meet him tomorrow"

Jake nodded, he got up and stood in front of the other boy. In less than six months Mark had grown to match his own height, Jake was beginning to think he'd stay one inch under six feet forever.

"Im sorry Mark" He said, "I let you down, and Quinn and Lars, I'm nothing but an idiot."

Mark felt a pang of guilt, he placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and smiled at him in such a way that it made Jake smile too, not a wide, over-the-top smile he normally used, but a small, genuinely happy smile.

"I don't feel let down Jake," He said softly, "I'm worried about you, I don't want to see you upset."

"I'm fine, really," Jake assured "I'm just a little overwhelmed, you know, being threatened by someone twice my size has that effect"

Mark knew that wasn't the whole truth, something had shook him up, something deep inside of him, but he did'nt want to push him, he was entitled to his secrets a much as anyone, he decided to let it lie for the time being.

"Well, I know what will sort that " he said cheerily, "a cup of hot chocolate, my treat"

Jake's big smile returned, and the two boys left the roof together.

A/N For fans of Kitchie in the 'The Final Chapter' and 'Frozen Nightmares' I hoped you enjoyed this slightly sad first chapter, don't worry, he'll be back to his old goofy self in the next chapter, though I do plan on resolving his inner conflicts eventually. I also hoped you liked heroic Quinn, who will be back to being a Bitch soon, though not so much to Kitchie, all will be revealed.

Did you notice the goldfish, named after the fabulous and oh so kind MysteryHunter, (see what I did there), my tribute to my first ever reviewer, he has more goldfish, maybe even an aquarium, that will also house Yaoiboy, and anyone else who is nice to me.

For those of you who are new to Kitchie, thanks so much for reading this, I love you for it. I tried my hardest to be inclusive to those who have never read the other stories, please tell me If i've succeeded.

As always, please review, I'll review your stuff if you do.