It was just one week after the Christmas party at the mansion. A couple of the former Acolyte boys--Piotr Rasputin, Remy LeBeau, and John Allerdyce--were invited to join in on the festitivities. During the time Kitty Pryde got closer to Piotr then she could ever imagine.

The sound of splashing could be heard inside the bathroom. An 18-year-old brunette girl stepped out and wobbled over to the loveseat where her 20-year-old boyfriend casually placed his arm around her shoulders. "Are you coming down with the flu, Katya?"

"Like it might be. Bobby doesn't have the smarts to plug his nose or cover his mouth when he sneezes or coughs." Piotr put his large hand on her forehead.

"You don't feel hot." He said.

"But I look it," Kitty said jokingly.

"Da, but maybe you should get an expert opinion." He kissed her forehead as they both got up.

No sooner had they felt from the lounge room, did they winde up in the underground infirmary with Hank McCoy. "And how long has this nausea been going on?" He asked as he bustled around to get a variety of tools to use.

"I'd say about a couple of days. But I don't feel pluy."The thermometer that was just placed in her mouth almost flew out of her mouth. Kitty's eyes began to cross as she watched the thin red line rise up. As the thermometer began to rise Piotr stood patiently next to her.

"A couple of days huh," Hank scratched his chin in thought. The thermometer beeped and Hank too it out of her mouth. "Ninety-eight point six. Well, your healthy. Perhaps it was something you ate?"

"She had a green salad just an hour ago," Piotr added. Hank scratched his chin again.

"Well, from what I know, food poison takes about 8 hour for symptoms to show." Kitty and Piotr both looked nervous at the mention of 'food poison.' "In the end, it may be just a 24 hour bug. Why not come back tomorrow if the nausea gets worse."

Kitty hopped off the table and walked out, hand in hand with Piotr. As they both got out of the secret elevator, they grew closer for a quick kiss, but it was broken when Kitty had the sudden urge to run off to the nearest bathroom.

The next day was as bad as before. Kitty woke up the next morning with her face in the toilet, spewing up puke. "Are you feeling better Katya?" Piotr asked coming close to the door.

"If I was, do you like think I'd be in here," she snapped back, rather rudely.

"Forgive me. I was not trying to be rude," Kitty was now gurgling water to wash out the former taste in her mouth.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to snap," Piotr smiled at her forgivingly and embraced her.

"Looks like we'll have to take Mr. McCoy up on his offer."

They both walked out together down the clear halls of the mansion, with only a handful of students who still occupied the mansion, while the other were out with their families on holiday. The couple passed two girls on their way to the elevator and Kitty could have sworn she heard her name being said amongst them.

"This morning I heard her puking in the bathroom," one of the girls said.

"That's probably her secret of keeping such a slim body. What a belemic," the other girl whispered and they both laughed.

Kitty couldn't believe what she was hearing. She had been sick before, but she never heard stuff like this. She lowered her head in disgrace, as the elevator doors opened. When they stepped inside Kitty almost fell over. "Whoa there. Okay, now Mr. McCoy has to find something wrong with you." Piotr scooped her up in his arms. He wasn't about to let her faint on the ground.

The elevator slowly reached to the med-lab, where Mr. McCoy was set up waiting for Kitty. After taking more tests Hank confronted Piotr and Kitty with the results.

"I still can't find anything. She's as healthy from whence the day she came," Hank frowned. "But...I have another solution," he took a slip of paper and a pen, scribbling down something. "Here, you can get a free exam at this health clinic, if you hurry today. It's a little messy if you don't have an appointment."

So Hank left Kitty in Piotr's hands, literally, as he drove her to the clinic. As Kitty satin the waiting room, watching the eerie Teletubbies, Piotr came back with a clipboard attached with a few sheets of paper. He filled out the familiar questions easily, but to a particular one he got stumped. "Let me see," Kitty looked at the sheet and back at Piotr. "Well, I guess we did, but you ...we were protected." Piotr took it back to look at it again. He bit at the eraser, which was a natural habit for artists to do. He then checked the box next to 'sex' and also the one next to 'protection--latex condom.'