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My second story, it will be short, 2 or 3 chapters.

Please rewiew there is no excuse.

Kitty was cooking pancakes for breakfast, like she did every Sunday. Today they were for herself, Kurt Amara and Logan. The kitchen was quiet, Logan sipped coffee and read the paper and Ororo was finishing her morning meal. Kurt had been waiting in the living room since eight and was trying to keep busy. He was always on time for pancakes and the fur-covered mutant had asked Kitty to call him when they'd be ready. After the first set was done Amara served Wolverine and came in to help cook up the rest.

'Thanks half pint,' the older man said once he finished, ' I'm in for next time you make um'.'

'No problem Mr. Logan.' Kitty beamed, pouring more batter into a skillet. Amara and herself ate while they cooked and joked about a pathetic movie being relapsed. Unknown to them Kurt was pacing in the other room. While they were talking Kitty led her friend into the dining room to finish her meal. The smoke alarm went off causing Kurt to jump sending his head into ceiling with a WHUUNTT. The professor wheeled in to ask what all the smoke in the kitchen was.

'Uh, oh!' Kitty and Amara both echoed remembering the food. They raced towards the stovetop to find Logan turning it off.

'Smelled it from the garage.' He said, 'I can't believe you wasted um like that!' Logan shook his head in disgrace. Charles ridiculed the girls about open fires and 'paying attention to what you are doing'. Kurt entered sneezing.

'Are zhey ready yet...' Seeing the expressions on the girls faces told him enough, the smell of burning breakfast also helped. 'Guess it's another really, really big burger then.' The blue junior sighed and activating the projection on his watch, teleported away. The girls cleaned the pan and left to other activities.

At lunch the professor had an announcement to make.

'As of today there will be no unscheduled use of the internet except for school research.' A few noises of unhappiness rang out but no one argued. After one destroyed monitor, two frozen mice and a squished keyboard what could anyone say?

'I have purchased a laptop and each of you will get it for a single day every two weeks. I expect it to be well treated, not fought over and for you all to respect my decision on who has it when. Today I think Kurt should have it.' The professor presented it to Wagner who proceeded to object.

'Professor what would I do with it?' Some students stared at him in disbelief, but Xavier was pleased to answer him.

'Why, you could, read something, chat, write mail there are many interesting things to do. But I think respecting my decision would be a good start.'

'Okay.' Kurt affirmed as he gingerly took hold of the thin computer and it's power cord.

Lunch passed and everyone went about his or her business, except Kurt. The professor had asked to speak with him. Three fury fingers opened the office door revealing a large desk and the institute owner.

'Come in Kurt.' Xavier motioned,

'I've received multiple complaints about your shedding. Now you told me you would in the spring, but why now?' Kurt shifted uneasily on his large feet looking out of a window at the trees.

'It's my finals, I'm kinda' nervous about them and well, that makes me shed.'

'I see,' the professor trailed off in thought making a pyramid on his nose like he always did when he was thinking. Breaking it he looked back at his student.

'I don't think any of the students are particularly angry, they just asked for the vacuum more often and said you hair was the reason. But I believe a good way to show you mean nothing by it would be to vacuum the hall and other places you see hair. It would show the others you really care and don't want to inconvenience them.' Kurt agreed to the cleaning and left for the closet to retrieve the dust killer 500. The professor waited until he was sure his student was occupied, then took out a hand held sweeper and proceeded to clean the chair with a sigh.

That night Kitty couldn't sleep and decided a glass of milk would help. She tiptoed down stairs into the kitchen. Kitty phased her arm and head through the refrigerator door and brought the carton to the table. The sound of Kurt teleporting startled her and she raced into the wall for cover.

; He won't catch me drinking from the carton again.; She mentally declared.

Kurt entered the kitchen and put the milk away. He took a bottle of some fruity mix and headed up stairs with a small plastic bag full of granulated dark powder.

; Where did he get that?; She wondered, ; and what is it?;

Kitty studied his bag the whole way as he strode up the stairs.

She went to bed with all sorts of ideas about what her fellow boarder had in his room.

The next days were spent studying for the end of year test. Textbooks and notes covered the student lounge. Seats were hard to find so some students studied in their rooms. Jean, Jubilee and Kitty were occupying the 'study hall' Monday evening. Kurt came by outside with the vacuum and got scolded by all for being so loud and interrupting their study time.

'Like, Kurt, can you stop that it's, like, so noisy.' Kitty complained practically slamming her book shut. He was trying to apologize when Jean cut him off.

'I was just getting this chapter down too! Why do you have to clean now?'

'I was just...' Kurt attempted to defend himself. Now it was Jubilee's turn to jump on him.

'Oh you, you furry, boy! Just beat it.' Storm was walking at the end of the hall and overheard the last comment. She strode over and silenced the girls.

'There is no need to yell,' she told the students sternly, 'if it bothers you just close the door, this room is sound proof.' She demonstrated by closing it and switching on the sweeper.

'There, I don't think that was intolerable.' The three women returned to their seats huffing.

'It may be sound proof, but that doesn't mean it's not Kurt proof!' Kitty puffed and banged the door shut in the blue mutant's face. Kurt was upset and tried to explain himself to Ororo.

'I was only trying to sweep up my fur so it doesn't stick to peoples socks.' Storm looked down at the shorter mutant understandingly.

'Don't let their words bother you. They are just frustrated by their work. If they were as immersed as they said I think they would not have noticed.' The blue boy sighed,

'I don't mean to bother people.'

'It's nothing personal I'm sure.' Storm told him and walked away. As she turned the corner Ororo looked back at Kurt. He was continuing his work with his head down and tail between his legs.

Later Kurt was studying himself and could not seem to concentrate he tried hanging from a shelf and then upside down but it was in vain. He was starting to get stressed and could almost feel the hair falling onto his bed.

'Maybe it is worth a try.' Kurt reached into a drawer and withdrew the brown leaves he had purchased the night before. He mixed it into some hot water and smelled the strange aroma.

'Reminds me of that cheap java house I went to last week.' He concluded.

Kurt slowly sipped the contents of his china cup.

; What an instant reaction.; He thought, as a wave of heat swept down his treat. It burned his stomach a little, like the old Korean man who sold it to him said it would. It took his mind off of what was bothering him. He sat down and finished his cup leaning against the wall. It made him tired after a few minutes and he started to study again but soon fell asleep. When he woke his mind was clear and at ease. But it made him realize that his test wasn't going to kill him and the girls would still be his friends. He studied easily for a couple of hours then went downstairs for dinner.

Mean while whatever the girls were doing it was not studying. They had been complaining about Kurt and Kitty was telling what she saw the night before.

'He just came in and had something in a plastic bag, it was, like, creepy. What do you think it was Jean?' The red head closed her eyes and put a hand on her head.

'I don't know, no, it couldn't have been.'

'What? What?' Jubilee pressed on the edge of her seat.

'Well I guess it could have been pot.' The telepath surmised, 'but I don't think Kurt would get into that kind of stuff.'

'I don't know, he is quite a party animal sometimes.' Kitty suggested calmly.

'Wow,' exclaimed Jubilee, 'we have a pot head right here in the mansion!'

'Like I said,' Jean tried to dissolve her speculations. 'He's probably not...'

'That is so typical of him you know.' Kitty was sold out.

'Now let's now jump...' The senior was still trying to throw the idea she had introduced.

'Jean you're just in shock.' Jubilee was as convinced as Kitty.

'Just don't say anything to him okay.' Jean said trying to preserve Kurt's reputation.

'Of course.' the younger girls echoed.

The following day Kitty found Kurt asleep on the couch with a schoolbook on his chest. She woke him up and tried to get him to help her with some boxes she needed moved. He was slow to react and slower in working.

'Are you O.K.?' She asked him taking off her raincoat revealing a bright pink shirt.

'Oh yeah,' Kurt answered a bit aloof, 'I'm fine.'

'You're, like, sure you're feeling alright?' She wasn't convinced but continued to work.

'Actually I feel great.' He said slowly and reached to take another box from her.

; He is definitely on something.; The girl in pink surmised. Later when they finished Kurt collapsed on an armchair, curled into a ball and went back to sleep. Kitty rushed off to tell Jean and Jubilee about their suspect's strange actions.

'I'm still not convinced.' Jean insisted, she was hoping the idea would blow over.

'Well I'm sure of it.' Kitty affirmed stubbornly, 'he acted so, so...'

'Inoculated?'

'Intoxicated?'

'Non-responsive?' The other two women suggested.

'Just high.' Kitty declared blatantly.

'Jean you can't deny what happened.'

Jubilee said, 'why don't we go bust him to the professor now and get it over with?' Jean was buying for time and trying to convince them Kurt wasn't a drugy.

'No, we have to have solid proof before we tell anyone else.'

Jubilee wanted to look for her self and snuck into the living room. She moved over to Kurt and placed a spark in his face to see if he would wake up. It fizzed out quickly spraying his face with ash. Someone else was in the kitchen so she raced back up the stairs to avoid capture.

Scott was getting some leftovers to eat while he watched TV. He put some salad in a bowl and entered the living room. Summers found the remote and turned on his favorite program. When he crouched to sit in the chair a small slap on his back startled him. Scott turned to see Kurt in a ball on Summer's favorite seat the fuzzy one's tail twitching.

; He knows I always sit here now.; The team leader thought,; why is he taking my spot?; Scott rolled the fuzzy mutant out of his place and proceeded to use him as a foot rest. To his surprise the blue junior didn't stir until the second episode of Gilagan's Island, when Scott decided to wake him.

'Hey Kurt get up.' Summers shook him with one socked foot. The ball of fluff was roused and sat up slowly.

'What time is it?' He asked looking into the diner's visor lazily.

'Around four.' Scott told him aching an eyebrow. 'You feeling well Kurt?'

'Yea,' the furry mutant said sleepily as he scratched his back, 'fine.' The boy's eyes were blood shot and pupils a strange size. Summers was not convinced.

'Dude you look zonked, are you sure you're not sick?'

'Nope.' Kurt answered sitting up on the coffee table and straightening his beige cargo pants.

'Okay.' Scott said and turned to finish watching his show. WWHAPPP Kurt fell over backwards on the short table stretched along its length. Cyclops dropped his bowl in surprise.

'That was weird.' he affirmed and decided to carry Kurt to his room.

'Wow buddy, cut down on those burgers.' He said hoisting his teammate onto his shoulder and carrying him up the stairs. Scott put the smaller mutant on the bed and closed the door.

By now Jean had realized what she said had convinced Kitty and Jubilee Kurt was on narcotics. But she didn't want to shatter what good record Kurt now held at the mansion. She thought Scott might be implored to suggest something.

; I have to try at least once before I tell the faculty.; She surmised. Jean found her friend in the living room eating a salad and watching the end credits for Gilagan's Island.

'Hey.' He greeted the red haired telepath.

'Scott we need to talk.' Jean got right to the point.

'Alight is this about me and Duncan again.'

'No,' she said, 'it's Kurt.'

'Kurt huh,' Summers responded, intrigued.

'Maybe we should go somewhere private, so no one over hears.' She suggested and led him to the now empty student lounge. They sat on two red chairs that faced each other after moving some papers. The well-lit room had many dictionaries and reference books on shelves.

'He's been acting strange,' Jean said closing the door telekinetically.

'Tell me about it.' Scott said sarcastically, 'Kurt was doing it thirty minutes ago. He was sleeping in my three thirty seat and when I pushed him out he didn't wake up. He didn't even flinch when he hit the floor; talk about weird.'

'That's not like him.' Jean stated in a concerned tone.

'Do you think we should tell someone,' Summers suggested, he was always the first one to run straight to the authorities. 'He might be sick or developing some sort of problem.'

The idea Kurt was ill seemed more plausible to Jean who reached for a big red medical reference book.

'That could be it.' She flipped through pages until coming to sleep related symptoms.

'Brazilian sleeping sickness,' the telepath read aloud, ' Transferred by bad water, some how I doubt that. He fits the symptoms though.' She began to read the list to her classmate. 'Constantly tired, vomiting when awake, moody.'

'I didn't notice him being in a bad mood at all.' Scott corrected.

'Maybe it's only when he is fully awake.' Jean defended.

'How serious is it Jean?'

'Not really bad, just hard to get over, no long term effects.'

'Well if it is that we won't need to dial 911 or anything.' The team leader sounded relived.

'Scott the first problem is his reputation.' Grey got very serious. 'Kitty and Amara think he's on drugs because of what happened with Kitty today.' She proceed to tell both stories of Kurt's odd actions to her friend. 'And on top of all that I suggested it.'

'I think we need more proof.' Scott wrinkled his brow, 'these things are hardly enough evidence to charge him on anything like that.'

Kurt woke up and walked to the bathroom.

; I look like a mess.; The mutant thought after looking at his gray stained face and blood shot eyes. He washed the ash from his facade and tried to get his eves clean.

; I should really study now.; He rationalized and reached for a thirty pound reference book on his shelf. When he was sure the first five chapters of algebra two wouldn't sneak up on him at the test, Kurt left for a ball game. Everyone at the institute had been planning it for weeks. He took his glove from a hook on the wall and ported to the field. Outside Bobby was practicing hitting with a ball of ice and Rahne tried to catch the pieces in her canine mouth. Once everyone came Kurt demanded a stat.

'Come on let's make teams.'

Multiple joined his cause to break up the speaking and play. He started yelling but to no avail. Kurt slapped him on the back spawning ten more Jamie's' who all commenced to shout. That got the game started. Kurt was noticing some of the students staring at him and others even avoiding him. He sat on the bench next to Bobby Drake. Kurt leaned over to converse with him.

'Is it just me or is everyone treating me like I have the plague.' The blue junior whispered. Iceman made a snow cone in his hand.

'I hadn't paid much attention.' Bobby admitted taking a bite of his cold treat. 'But I'll look out for it.'

'Hey Drake, you're on deck.' Beast called from his umpire outfit. Iceman left the bench to stand behind the batting cage leaving Kurt to his thoughts of social unacceptance.

; Do I shed so bad people are afraid to be within five feet of me?; Unfortunately the ideas of his friends rejecting him made Kurt nervous. He shook his head, trying to thank of something else, covering the bench with fur.

'Wagner, you on!' Beast chanted; he always used last names on the field. Kurt strode over to the fencing of the batting cage and watched Bobby.

'Strike, ball, ball, strike, ball.' were the calls until safe rang out as iceman dove for third and finished off his triple. Kurt stepped into the hitting box and practically made Jean swallow her gum. She blinked at him several times as if recovering from a daze. On first Kitty stared blatantly at the blue batter with her mouth open.

; What is up with them?; He asked himself. Kurt turned to Hank who shrugged and asked Jean to go ahead and pitch. When she finally did throw the red head sent the ball right over the plate. WACK It flew in the opposite direction as Kurt cleared a single just over the first basemen's reach. He ran for the base but was going to get beat by Kitty who for some reason slowed so he could arrive before her.

'Kitty,' Rahne complained from right field, 'what was that!'

'Sorry,' the first basemen apologized, 'it was the sun, it like, blinded me.'

'Wear you cap and it won't.' Scott called from behind the next batter. Kurt glanced over at Kitty who shuddered in response.

'Take your base.' The umpire ordered.

'Oh man!' Echoed twenty Jamies' who got walked for taking a hit. No pitcher could resist hitting him at least once a game. Kurt walked away from first, much to Kitty's relief, and proceeded to second where his half sister stood. Rouge huffed something about not wanting to play and being forced to. Her brother nodded understandingly and started a small lead towards the next base. Amara was up; she hit the ball right to the human bullet in left field and finished the team's outs.

Kurt strode back to his room after the game and meet Bobby on the way.

'You're right,' He said sheathing himself in ice and watching it melt.

'Some of the girls especially Kitty won't go near you. There was also no sun when she said that and let you have first.'

Kurt sighed, 'What am I doing that upsets everyone?'

'I don't know, but I'll find out!' Drake declared and walked off to find Kitty.

The girl in pink herself and Jubilee rushed down the hall and into the student lounge. They closed the door and locked themselves in.

'Oh my gosh!' Kitty shirked, 'I almost touched him at first isn't that creepy.'

'Well I'm thankful Scott caught so I wouldn't have to stand behind him.' Her friend added. Both girls leaned against the door catching their breath not noticing Jean or Scott who sat on two chairs that faced each other. Now neither senior faced one another but stared at the girls who just entered.

'Uh-hm,' Jean announced their presence in the room. The girls turned and murmured a quick apology for disturbing the students then scanned the shelves for a book. When they fond one on medicinal text they took it and left.

'That was random.' Scott affirmed setting his text aside.

'See what I mean.' His classmate was referring to the girls being obsessed with Kurt being on drugs.

'How many people know about that?' Summers asked slowly.

'Just them,' Jean started her list, 'you and me. But I think Kitty said she was going to break it to Rouge.'

'I don't want to be around when that happens. Maybe we should go to Logan, you know, about Kurt.' The red head crossed her arms across her chest.

'Why Logan? We could just go to the professor.'

'I think if we're wrong and tell the professor we'll look stupid.' Summers stated blatantly. 'But Logan won't think any less of us if we say something stupid; it's fool proof.'