A.N.:Sorry this update has taken so long and I do so hope that my past and AMAZINGLY patient slash amazing reviewers have stayed with me to see that I'm still continuing this story again. It's the same as Scott has a stick up his bad ass, but it's taken me years to come back to it and I forgot my account after so long, so I had to create a brand new account, but it's still me, CykieSummers! This is just an added chapter to the same story, so think of it as the same.

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Thankyou to all my reviewers and people who gave me great ideas, you all know who you are!

Jean began to think about the past recent events in her days and her hormonal and rather innuendo-filled brush ups with her best friend and fall out boy.

It was undeniably, obviously, and so undoubtedly clear that there was a definite smoldering explosion of attraction and unspoken feelings from both sides.

Jean mentally replayed the encounters with Scott over and over in her mind, pausing and analyzing certain moments they'd had. She felt herself get excited in spasms as she reacted bodily and mentally to what the close calls might have meant. 'I mean, he practically kissed me right there! We were so close to making out it's ridiculous. Stupid slutty slutty witch, Emma, ruining things when they get hotter. What if he wants her? She's not that great… A guy like Scott is good enough, nice enough, and smart enough to know she's not worth it…Right?' These were the constant thoughts and doubts that entered her mind, making her easily distracted in an uncharacteristic way, and which also eased some of the mental pain of cleaning and soothing her mind of all the outside factors of picked up thoughts and images from the minds of others.

She picked at some of the younger boys' laundry which she was standing over, folding and separating in to neat piles in a maternal and feminine chore she took to as a responsible leader in the mansion.

She delicately folded up the cartoon tighty whiteys which Jamie claimed to have duplicates of. Canon's own underwear had some tears in them, and she noted it to be in need of repair. Her hands plucked from the random pile of underthings and she recognized Scott's favorite super hero boxers, the ones she'd persuaded the fearless leader to buy.

She blushed at the thought of holding his underwear, and quickly folded it away, lovingly.

A perfumed aroma entered the laundry room and the witch Jean had been dreading, flounced in, and cheerfully exclaimed, "Good Jean! So useful with the house work, no wonder you are Charles' pet."

Jean seethed and clutched at, the underwear for sanity, blindly folding them. Emma dangled her own skimpy white g-string over the girls' basket and purred, "I only let Scott do my dirty laundry, and you girls are not to touch my under things."

Jean mumbled, "I didn't even know you owned any underwear, Emma. Didn't think you were that sanitary."

Ema scoffed, "Please, dearest, you're not old enough to understand the art of my underwear collections. If you do do the laundry though, be sure not to mix mine in with everyone else's, the last thing I need is contamination and my things to be dyed pink by that awful Kitten or whatever you call it. Cute I guess."

Jean turned to face Emma, "Okay, that was not very nice. You do not say things like that about anyone in this manor! I don't get what your problem is, Emma, but you as well as most of us are a guest here, and you have got to stop picking on Kitty! She's only a freshman! She hasn't done anything wrong! Just because she isn't as up to par with whatever fashion you like, doesn't make her any less valuable on our team. If Scott heard what you say about her, he'd be furious! He's very protective of her, of all of us, you know."

Emma dryly commented, "I hardly doubt he could be furious with me. Look, darling, no need to be pissy with me, I know I ruined whatever moments you and the leader boy had, but that's highly unprofessional of you, especially if you think of us as a..team…I would advise you to keep your petty little girl feelings and emotions or romances out of the so called team, especially on the battlefield. It does you no good to allow your drama to conflict with how you work. How do you expect to be a leader? Especially with Summers. I understand though, your jealousy is pitiful. I know you're jealous of my leadership and how I've taken over your team, but darling, Charles knows what he's doing, don't let it bother you. Even Scott has accepted it and enjoys me at his side in command."

With that, she coyly smiled and Jean gaped at her, "Are you kidding me?" she shrieked. "jealous of-of that? What are you on? Nobody here respects you as a leader, you do not in any way make me jealous! You're not a leader and you're nothing to the team except a critical prissy slut! How dare you accuse me of being jealous?"

Emma pouted, "Its okay, no hard feelings."

Jean turned back to her laundry and spluttered, "What, like, is your beef with the fearless leader anyway?"

Emma inquired with an icy look, Jean continued, "I mean, like, you obviously know each other, you're fond of him, and I mean, he hasn't had much experience with girls nor had any girlfriends, at least none that I know of, so why are you so interested in someone well, like him?"

She was startled when Emma responded with a high laugh, and

Said, "Oh Jean, so naïve, if only you knew. Let's just say, that I'm all the experience he needs or can handle right now."

Something in Jean woke up and raged within her, she furled around again and her cheeks turned bright red, "Just shut up! You don't know anything about him obviously! You're making things up about him and his character."

Several articles of laundry floated up in the thin air and the air was strung with tension and anger.

Emma stood coolly like an icicle in all this, and a faint smirk tugged at her lips as she watched something trigger in the hot tempered redhead who usually kept her cool.

A couple short series of "bamfs" and popping noises sounded, scuttling of a couple feet and sneakers, and a hiss that sounded like, "Mein Gott!" and small crashes of knocked over items sounded from the kitchen next door.

Jean ignored them and her glare was intensified and met by Emma's own piercing stare.

Bobby peeked through the doorway at the girls in the laundry room and whispered to Ray, "Looks like they're gonna have a cat fight. Do you think they'll rip each others' clothes off?"

Sam whispered back, huddled next to Ray with a box of corn pops, "Maybe they'll have some psychic battle, like a battle of the minds! Shit, maybe someone's head'll explode."

Jamie shivered, "I-I'm scared. They've been so quiet and still just staring at each other! Someone get Scott!"

Jamie's twin clone popped up and scurried off to get help.

Kurt sat on a counter, making a sandwich, and called out, "I place my bet on Jean! Go Jean!"

Ray slouched back in a kitchen chair and hissed, "No, Jean's head is going to explode! IT has to do with temperature and the fact that she's got red hair!"

Sam turned away, "I don't think I can watch this, I'm getting a head ache!"

Jamie covered his eyes and whimpered.

A shrill scream erupted from upstairs and soon, Jamie's clone was followed by a fiery Magma, who was hurling fire balls at the clone and shrieking at the top of her lungs. Scott soon chased behind them and was stuffing his legs into his pants hastily as he ran.

Jamie collided back into himself and panted as the other boys stared confused.

Amara screamed, "Jamie, you little pervert I will get you back for getting your stupid clones to spy on me! You'll never have clones again if you keep following me around!"

Scott halted behind her and placed a soothing hand on her shoulder and nervously placated, "Uh, it's alright Amara, don't chew him out about it, I'll teach him a little lesson on prying! No need to make a scene."

The boys blanched as she looked around at him with a gluey and slavish expression on her face, so mushy compared to the death stare she sentenced Jamie to.

Kurt pounced on Jamie, "What'd you see little bro!"

Emma and Jean were disturbed by the noises and headed to the kitchen to see what was up, Jean shouted, "What is going on here! Did somebody die? Oh, hi Scott, boys, Amara…"

Jamie blurted out, "I saw them! He was in her room! And they were, oh my gosh, they were…"

Bobby touched Jamie's shoulder and the shuddering boy seemed too paralyzed and sick to speak, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. "It's okay, Jamie, you don't have to go on if you don't want to. Wait, what did they do to you? Who?"

Jamie hiccupped and pointed at Scott and the younger girl, "I only went to find you Scott, we needed your help!"

Scott frowned, "Uh, yeah, Jamie was saying something about peoples' heads exploding and it kind of worried me, guys. What is happening? Is somebody dying? I'm honestly a little irritated, if it wasn't that important. I was, uh, just helping Amara out, with some, um, homework assignments. We w-were working on a project. That's all. Is it really important for you to bother me?"

Bobby pointed at Jean and Emma, "They were about to kill each other Scott! Good thing you guys kind of intervened!"

Emma lifted her eye brow bemusedly and Jean looked at Scott, "Um, Scott, honey."

Scott looked at Jean and she asked, "Why are your pants on backwards? You look ridiculous…And what is that burning smell? Is that a scorch mark on your shirt? OH MY GOD."

Amara's tan face turned crimson and she squeaked, as more of the residents came down to see what the racket was about.

Emma laughed, "Must've been some project or experiment, kids."

Jean glowered at Emma, "Don't even. Okay, I'm going upstairs to my room and taking a bath and then knocking myself out with some Midol, nobody disturb me. I can't handle loud noises anymore." She stomped off, pointedly brushing past Scott without a second glance.

The tension in the air was cut and Jamie collapsed, hanging onto Bobby's pant leg, and Ray fell backwards, laughing, and Kurt and Sam looked cluelessly at Amara who was following Jean and running back to be away in her own room.

Scott clapped and cleared his throat, "Alright, show's over, who wants to challenge me in uh, 'Halo'? I mean, a DR session?"

Some of the residents groaned and left the spectacle, but Kurt took him up on the Xbox game.

Scott excused himself to change clothes, and as he turned, Bobby had to muffle laughter at the burn mark showing red scorches of finger marks lining the back of his neck and singing his hair.

As Cyclops changed clothes, a knock sounded on his door, his voice cracked as he called out, "Um, come in!"

Emma smoothly glided in and circled him with her arms with a mirthful grin on her face.

"Nice play, Scott, would never have expected the little princess."

Scott tugged away from her and gasped, "Emma, no! What are you doing? I can't be seen with you! I know what that was all about, what Jamie was talking about."

Emma rolled her eyes, "With me? What are you talking about I've been a good little girl keeping my distance, seems to me like you're being a bad little boy. Shouldn't you be more worried about the ginger seeing you in proximities with the princess girl? Really Scott, you undermine me. I just don't know how you're going to cover up this one, so unexpected of you. Actually I thought I'd help cheer you up you seem rather stressed and tense."

She trailed a diamond clawed hand up his spine and he shivered involuntarily. "Maybe a nice massage…If you do me first, of course. I don't do favors."

He looked at her emotionlessly and sighed, "Please get out, I can't handle you in my room right now. I really can't risk anything; my reputation in this mansion and at school is at risk."

Emma laughed louder, "Oh, please, that is the funniest thing I've heard all day. But alright, I'll go, cheerio."

She pecked his cheek and briskly strode out.

Jean furiously scribbled in her diary on her bed and was disturbed by a knock on her door. The wet cloth on her forehead slipped as she sprang up and slammed the door open, glaring at whoever was bothering her. When she saw Amara standing timidly there, her rage became even greater.

Amara held up a hand, "Jean, I-I can, um explain. Please just give me a chance to talk."

Jean shouted, "What the heck, Amara, you're my friend! I thought we were closer than that! What were you even doing to him?"

Amara stepped forward, a spark of anger glinted in her eyes, "Hey! Who said it was my fault, whatever you're talking about? You make it sound like I did something wrong!"

Kitty poked her head out of her wall, accidentally missing her door; she looked down the hall and saw Amara and Jean standing at her door, seemingly in a fight.

She whispered to Rogue, "Rogue, hey, I think they're like, in a tiff or something, maybe over like, Duncan?"

Rogue grumbled, "Kitty, I don't care."

Kitty texted Jubille, who upon receiving the text, soon stuck her head out her own door to watch and eavesdrop.

Jean shook her hair in annoyance, "I just thought I'd be able to trust you, out of like, all the girls here, but clearly I can't. What happened to everything I told you about! Didn't what I say mean anything to you?"

Amara, whose temper was hotter than Jean's, roared, "You don't even know what happened, Jean! You just don't! Scott is allowed to be my friend as much as yours! As much as anyone else in this mansion, you don't freaking own him so stop pretending you do just like you pretend you own everything!" Kitty and Jubilee gasped, and were met by Wolfbane's gasp as well, who was slinking around the corner in her wolf form, sneakily.

"You're not even together; you have a dumb ass boyfriend anyway so I don't know why I have to be careful around him just because of you!"

Kitty whispered, "She does have a point there."

Rogue rolled her eyes, from inside the bedroom.

Jean retorted, "Hey! That was uncalled for, and hurtful Amara. Well, what did really happen then?"

There was a short silence and Amara's cheeks burned pink and she paused, "Uh, uh…Not what you…think? Jean?"

Jean promptly slammed the door shut in Amara's face.

A muffled scream from inside the room shook the whole floor.

Amara, stunned, turned away and shuffled back to her room, hissing, "Geez." Still, a sappy grin couldn't be unnoticed as it crept up on her face while her cheeks still remained pink.

Kitty ducked back in to her room and pounced on Rogue's bed, where she was reading some depressing book for English.

She stared wide-eyed, "Wow, what do you think could've happened? I can't even like, being to like think."

Rogue shrugged despondently and pushed her book up to her face.

Her cell phone beeped boringly without a ringtone and Kitty pounced on that too, flipping it open, "Ooh, a text from Remy, wanna read it or should I?"

Rogue grumbled, "No."

She turned on her side to bury her face in her book and Kitty flounced out of the room to gossip and analyze what Jean and Amara's fight could have meant.

A.N.: Hope you enjoyed! Reviews would be greatly appreciated :] How was that for a rusty fanfic?