AN: I decided, since my other story is going so slow, that in between blocks, or just to take a break that I'd start this story. This is a crossover with the Outsiders, but the Outsiders takes place in well now. I thought it would clear my head a bit.

Disclaimer: I only own Terry. SHE IS MINE! Everything else belongs to their respective owners.

Take Away My Skin

Chapter 1 A Not So New Mutant Signature

The Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. An average looking mansion, with not so average inhabitants. To the average everyday human, it appeared to be nothing more than a boarding school, but they did not know of it's secret underground levels. The Xavier Institute was a home for mutants. This is what made it not so alluring to on lookers. Inside the mansion it was a typical Monday morning for the young mutants students. Everyone had to deal with the dread of early morning training sessions with Logan, followed by school. For Rogue, this was nothing difficult. Her body had become accustomed to the early morning workouts after such a small amount of sleep. Her roommate, Kitty Pryde, was not as gifted as her gothic friend. She had fallen back to sleep, on her bed, after their tough danger room session that morning. Logan had been working the older mutants real hard as of late. It was starting to take it's toll on the youths.

Rogue sighed and walked over to the slumbering brunette,"Come on Kitty cat, tahme to rise and shine sug," She shook the younger girl, earing a groan in response. She shook her a little harder, "Come on Shadowcat."

"Kitty's not here," She mumbled into the pillow,"Come back later." Kitty pulled her comforter over her head blindly.

Rogue rolled her emerald green orbs,"Not gunna work,"She said then ripped the blanket off of the petite brunette girl.

Kitty sighed and started to ger up the pillow falling down her back and onto the bed as she sat up properly. "When does it ever?" She complained getting up off her soft and comfortable bed.

Rogue chuckled and pulled her hair up into a ponytail. She liked having her hair out of her face. "Ya have ta get ready for school. Lance'll be waiting for ya," She said with a small amused laugh.

"Not funny,"Kitty snarled not amused by her friend's comment. "You know that's long over Rogue." She would never admit that she still had feelings for the mutant boy.

"Ah know, but it's fun ta tease ya,"She confessed applying her usual dark makeup to her naturally pale face. "Ya're just easy ta rile up."

"Fuck you,"Kitty snapped shoving some stuff into her small brown back pack. She tucked her long brunette hair behind her ears. She had picked up the habit of leaving her hair down so it framed her delicate face.

Rogue turned to the younger girl, "What's eatin' ya?" She asked putting her make-up back in it's place. "Ya've been a little bitchy lately. Well, make that real bitchy."

She let out a tired sigh,"Sorry Rogue, I've just been a little off, that's all," The seventeen year old admitted pulling on her sneakers. She picked up her small bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"That's strange,"Rogue said putting her earrings in before picking up her own bag. "It only seems ta happen when a certain rock tumbler is mentioned," She pointed out further teasing her agitated roommate.

"Shut up!" She yelled phasing through their bedroom door and out into the hallway.

Rogue couldn't help but laugh at the younger mutant girl. It had been almost two years since Kitty had broken up with the rock tumbler, Lance Alvers. It didn't take a brain scientist to see that she still had some feelings for the alleged leader of the Brotherhood. She shook her head tying up her boots. It would never work between the two. Maybe is was the four year gap between Kitty and Lance, that made it difficult for them to have a relationship. She had to admit, the rock tumbler was more mature than her intangible roommate in more way than one. Not to mention he was their enemy, therefore, the rest of the X-Men would just drive her nuts about it. She left her bedroom and walked down to the kitchen for a late breakfast before heading off to the shit hole, as she politely named it. Well, it was a collaboration of her days with the Brotherhood, so it was more Lance's saying than hers. She wasn't surprised to see that everyone but Kurt, Kitty, and Bobby had left. Kitty sat at the table looking over the newspaper while eating one of her carrot cake muffins. Kurt was eating what looked to be a burger, while he was stuffing stuff into his bag. It was all carefully laid out on the counter, so he knew he had everything he needed. Bobby was drinking a coke, though it was obviously he made it ice cold. Rogue shook her head and grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter. She quickly ate it and grabbed her purse off of the end table in the hall. She had left it there the night before.

"Come on guys,"She called into the kitchen putting her sunglasses on. "If ya'll want a ride, I'm leavin' now,"She announced taking her keys out of her pants pocket.

The three younger mutants followed her as she entered the garage. She disarmed the alarm on her car before her teammates climbed into it. It was a black mustang convertible that Logan and the Professor gave her for her eighteenth birthday. She climbed in following her younger companions. She started it up and instantly her music began to blare from the stereo system. The boys seemed to like it, but Kitty leaned back in the seat and covered her ears with the palms of her hands. They tore out of the garage and the gates of the institute. Soon, they were tearing down the busy streets of Bayville heading towards their destination. The shit hole that was Bayville High.

Tulsa, Oklahoma, miles away from the city of Bayville, New York. Tusla was a fairly quiet, and dull town, but it was divided. The rich kids, Socs, always hassled the less fortunate kids, Greasers. The Socs dominated the west side of town, and the Greasers, the east. The two groups were always fighting, for one stupid reason or another. Seventeen year old Sodapop Curtis sat at the counter of his work, the DX. It was a gas station and a garage. He was a greaser, and was very proud of it. Soda was a very happy-go-lucky guy and was friendly to most people. He sighed tiredly, it had been a boring day so far. It was around nine in the morning and he had only been there since seven thirty. Soda has a very small amount of patience when he got bored.

"Can this day go any slower?" He asked himself as he got up and grabbed his pricing gun. He liked putting priced on everything, not just the little card in from of the item. Just incase they forgot it. It made things easier. He sighed and started stocking the shelves.

Ever since the death of his two friends, Johnny and Dallas, almost a year ago, strange things had been occurring around him. Well, that's a lie, weird things have been happening for about three years now. None of it ever made sense, so he just brushed it off. It was no big deal. He ran a hand through his sandy blonde hair as he gazed at the clock while he priced the items the placed them on the shelves. He heard the bell above the door ring and looked at the man who had just entered the store. He slapped the priced on one more can before walking back behind the register.

"May I help you?"He asked with a friendly smile.

Before he could think twice, he felt something cold press against his forehead. He opened his eyes and saw a gun pressed to his forehead.

"Give me the money kid, or I'll blow your fucking brains out!" The man snarled caulking the gun.

Soda felt his heart start to speed up, 'Oh god,' he thought to himself. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears. His hand slide along the bottom of the counter for the silent alarm, but stopped when he felt the gun press harder again his skin. Sweat began to form at his hairline, and drops slid down his face. The man started to put pressure on the trigger taking the hint that Soda wasn't about to give him anything. Soda began to panic and closed his eyes tightly, and the sound of glass bottles banging filled the room. The man paid it no mind and applied more pressure to the trigger. Soda's whole body began to shake, and the sound of glass shattering filled the room. The gun fired.

Soda opened his brown eyes and his mouth opened wide in shock. The whole store the whole store was covered in shattered glass, aluminum, and other solid substances. Shelves started to fall over created a domino effect knocking them all down. The windows rattled dangerously as if a strong wind were blowing against them. The man was sprawled out on his back, on the floor. The gun laid about two feet away from the man's outstretched hand. He didn't appear to be bleeding, but at a closer inspection Soda noticed that he wasn't breathing either. Soda's eyes widened, and he began to panic once again. The windows and the glass door between them shattered outward onto the black pavement. Soda jumped to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't care that he was at work anymore, he didn't care that he had a job to do, and he didn't care that he was the only one there. All he was focused on was getting away from that place.

Soda ran out through the empty frame of the door, running over the many broken shards of glass, some sticking into his shoes. He stopped outside, still standing on thousands of shards of glass from the windows and door. He ran both his hands through his hair still in shock from the events that had happened moments before. It made no sense. He had no idea what had just happened.

"Relax Soda, It wasn't your fault," He said to himself breathing deeply and slowly to regain his composure. He relaxed a bit placing his hands flat out in front of him. His heart slowing down, his breathing becoming a tad shallower.

A sudden noise from the left of him cause the boy to jump, his hands jerking to his left as well. Suddenly, without any cause or warning, the gas pumps exploded into giant balls of flame. He covered his face with his arms waiting for the flames to engulf him, but they never did. He lowered his arms feeling the intense heat surrounding him, but the flames were stopped two feet away from him on all sides. They weren't moving any closer either. It was as if an invisible shield was surrounding him. His head screamed at him ,'run,' so he ran through the flames and down the street, heading towards the only place he felt safe. Home.

Professor Charles Xavier rolled into Cerebro like he did everyday while the students were at school. It was his routine, less chances for interruptions. He wheeled up to the computer, picking up the helmet. He placed it over his head and closed his eyes. He heard a beep and opened his eyes to look at the small screen off to the side of the main control panel. The image of a handsome blonde boy appeared on the screen. Xavier had seen that boy before.

"Mutant signature detected,"The female computerized voice announced,"Identity confirmed and matched archive file."

He hit the enter key on the computer. It wasn't a new mutant, but it was a reactivated one. His powers had acted up again.

"Name, Sodapop Curtis. Age, seventeen. Location, Tulsa, Oklahoma."

Professor X took the helmet off his head,'Oh dear.'

Kitty let out a frustrated sigh as she put her books in her locker. Today had been a long day. Not only was she tired, but she had a ton of homework for the night too. It was stressful. Not to mention, Toad had been bugging her all day. The Brotherhood had recently been invited back to the school after being expelled about two years ago. Unfortunately, that meant all six of the troublesome bunch had returned to finish their highschool education, much to the surprise of the other students and the faculty. It was more trouble than Kitty would have liked. She sighed again grabbing her lunch before shutting her locker. She turned her heel and headed towards the cafeteria.

"Kitty,"Rogue said falling into step next to her friend, "Ya ok? You look pissed."

She snorted,"You think?" She responded rudely. "Tolansky was spitting gross, disgusting, slimy, spit-balls at me the whole double block! Two fucking hours!"

"Whoa kitty-cat chill,"Rogue said placing her gloved hand on the phaser's shoulder. "It's over now sug."

Kitty rolled her eyes,"Whatever, let's just go to lunch."

The two girls walked into the cafeteria and sat with their fellow X-Men at what had been distinguished as their table. Everyone was eating something, but as soon as Kitty had all of her lunch out, she didn't feel like eating anymore. Rogue followed the trail of her blue eyes to the vending machines on the opposite side of the cafeteria. At the other small corridor that led to the cafeteria, stood Lance and Wanda. They were obviously talking to one another quite happily, both smiling and laughing. Kitty glared at the older girl feeling jealousy begin to pull on her.

Rogue rolled her eyes noticing the brunette's glare,"Just don't think on it Kit, it's probably nothin',"She said tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "They live in the same house, they're bound ta talk eventually,"She stated with a simple shrug trying to quell Kitty's obvious jealousy and acknowledging her roommate's feelings toward the rock tumbler named Lance.

"You're right, I'm being silly,"She agreed shaking her head. "I broke up with him anyway." She didn't look away from the two brotherhood members,"But, I think I'll go talk to him anyway."

Rogue rolled her eyes again as Kitty stood up and walked slowly towards Avalanche and the Scarlet Witch. "She'll neva learn,"She said shaking her head, her white bangs falling into her face. She turned towards the rest of the group and began to converse with them.

Kitty watched as Wanda walked back to the brotherhood's table rejoining Toad, Blob, Tabby, and her brother Pietro. This left Lance alone at the vending machines. She smiled and sped up her face, not feeling the little bit nervous she had before. Wanda had always kind of scared her since their first encounter at the Bayville Mall two years ago. She walked up behind Lance and gently tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi Lance,"She greeted happily. She hadn't talked to him in almost two years. She hadn't really seen him either.

"Oh, hey Kitty,"He replied surprised. He hadn't changed much. His hair was a bit shorter, he had a bit of stubble on his chin, and his voice was a bit deeper than she remembered. He had traded in his brown vest for a black leather jacket. His shirt was still tucked in, and the same black shirt he usually wore, but she noticed he was a bit more muscular than he was before.

"How have you, like, been lately?"She asked tucking her long brunette hair behind her ears silently cursing herself for reverting back to her valley girl speak.

He shrugged,"I've been alright,"He responded placing his hand on the vending machine. He sent a pulse of seismic energy into it and earned five cokes for his efforts. He smirked and picked them up. "And you?"

"Not bad,"She replied shrugging. "I see you haven't changed," She remarked eyeing the coke cans in his arms.

He shrugged once more,"It's not like we have much money, besides, it's my job to provide for my team. It's not like someone pay for our stuff for us."He remarked walking over to another drink machine.

"You already have five cokes,"She pointed out since there was only five members of the brotherhood.

"I know, but Wanda doesn't drink carbonated beverages," He explained doing the same to this vending machine as the last receiving two apple juices for his efforts. "They burn her tongue."

"Oh,"Kitty said wrapping her thing arms around herself and leaned back against the wall. "You and her are getting real close aren't you?"

He nodded putting his cokes and juices down on the bench and getting more drinks from the vending machines and piling the cans on the bench. "We're good friends. She tells me everything."

She frowned watching him and feeling that jealous feeling she got earlier tug at her once more," Oh. Are you and her -"

"No,"He cut her off abruptly and opening one of the cans of coke. "She's a friend, and no I haven't slept with her either," the twenty one year old answered before she even bothered asking him.

She looked down at her scuffed white sneakers, "I wasn't thinking that,"She lied her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Lance glared at her,"Yes you were,"He accused her taking another swig of his coke finishing it off. He threw the can into the recycling bin and pulled a large plastic bag out of his jacket pockets. He placed the fifty or so unopened drinks into the plastic grocery bag so it looked like he had bought them somewhere else. "I can tell when you lie Kitten, so don't,"He remarked rudely anger rising in his voice. She always treating him like he was nothing but trouble, which was most of the time, not true.

"I'm sorry,"She said not looking up from her shoe pretending that it was an interesting shoe. "So have you...I mean... since we..." She stuttered unable to find the words, her cheeks turning from pink to bright crimson. They had agreed never to talk about what happened while they dated.

"No," He responded flatly knowing what she was going to say. The ground shook a bit beneath their feet. She always made assumption about him.

Kitty couldn't help but notice how cute Lance looked when he was angry. She shook her head removing these thoughts from her head. She felt the earth shake underneath her and looked back down at her shoes guiltily. "I'm sorry Lance."

Lance glared at her,"Whatever,"She said stuffing the drinking in his virtually empty backpack and leaving her standing on the slightly unstable ground. He rejoined his teammates and passed some drinks out to the other five mutants.

Kitty sighed sadly and walked back to her table with the X-Men and took her seat next to Rogue. Neither said anything to one another for the rest of their lunch hour.

Rogued walked into the mansion, alone at four o' clock that afternoon. It had been a rough day at school. She had a weeks worth of detentions for telling some stupid bitch to fuck off, then for arguing with her teacher about how unfair it was to punish her for saying that when the girl was making fun of her for being a mutant. She sighed pulling her hair out of it's ponytail, and removing her black sunglasses. She needed a nice relaxing shower before dinner. She ran her gloved hand through her hair throwing her keys on the end table with Scott's. She had a rounded piece of black rubber with her name printed in emerald green attached to her key chain. That is how everyone knew they were her keys and not to touch them in fear of her wrath. She yawned and headed up the stairs.

"Rogue!" Terry's kind voice called from the kitchen. The blonde peeked out the door at her. Terry was the same age as Scott. She was an incredibly powerful telepath, and telekinetic. Even more powerful than the professor. She was taller than Jean at five foot ten, with long flowing blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was very sweet, very shy, and very, very self conscious. Rogue didn't see why. Ever since Terry had come to the mansion, a year ago, she had been dating Scott, him being the reason she even joined up in the first place. Jean hated the stronger telepath.

"Yeah Terry,"She responded looking back the telepath. Rogue liked Terry, she wasn't afraid to touch her, and she liked to listen to whatever anyone had to say about anything. Even if it was to bitch about Jean, Rogue's new favourite hobby. They understood each other.

"The prof wants to see you, he's in his study with Scott. He told me to tell you when you came home," She explained a soft smile stretched across her features.

"Thanks,"Rogue responded climbing the rest of the stairs, heading towards the Professor's study.

"No problem,"She said disappearing back into the kitchen with Ororo.

Rogue sighed,"He's probably going ta reem me out for gettin' anotha DT,"She mumbled to her self as she walked down the carpeted halls towards the professor's study.

When she reached the large oak doors, she knocked gently. The door opened and she walked in closing the door behind her. The Professor's study was one of the fancier room in the mansion, much like the living room.

"Ya wanted ta see meh professa?" She inquired sitting down in the chair next to Scott. He looked a little annoyed at her. It was either for her detention, or that he had to wait so long for her.

"Yes, I did Rogue." He responded with a small nod. He turned and looked out the window like he usually did when talking to people in his office. "I want you and Scott to come with me to Tulsa, Oklahoma."

Both mutants looked at him puzzled. "But why?"Scott asked curiously, kind of knowing the answer, but not saying it aloud.

"A mutant that I detected years ago lives there. His parents refused my help and refused to admit that there was something wrong with their son. His powers haven't really acted up at all until this morning."

"What did he do?"Both younger mutants asked in unison.

"He accidentally blew up the gas station he worked at. It's strange, his stress level have been so high in the last year, and nothing happened until now,"He mused to himself. He had been monitoring the boy since his mutation was detected about three years ago.

"So we're bringin' him back here?"Rogue asked running a hand through her tousled locks, her emerald eyes watching the professor intently.

"Yes. He is much of a danger to himself, as he is others,"Her explained wheeling out from behind the large oak desk.

"What can he do. I mean, it can't be anymore dangerous than Rogue's powers," Scott said earning a hard punch in the shoulder from the mutant goth.

"He can manipulate the air around him and turn it into intense blasts of energy. In other words they are called shockwaves,"Xavier explained. "And I want you two to come with me because you are both not very threatening and know what it's like to have destructive powers such as this."

The two mutants nodded. "Alright we'll go,"Both agreed with nods.

"Good. I'll have Logan prep the X-Jet. We leave in ten minutes, be ready."

AN: Ok, I'm really stuck on my Underworld story right now, and it's going very slowly, so I'm going to right this in between time. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't, you don't. Please review, flames are welcome. They are fun to roast marshmallows with :).