I swear I was gonna update sooner, 'cause I've had the idea for this chapter since before I even started writing this. So I really don't know why it took me this long...Scratch that, I know why: tennis season, the beginning and ending of a relationship, end of junior year, getting a fohawk, and now vacationing back home in California. So, in short, life.

So, to a couple of my reviewers:

KND Operative Numbuh 227: Well, so far we've established that Sectors V and Z are the only ones there (there are a couple more), so there really aren't any "X-Men" to meet up with...yet

caeruleus14: Dude, the only - and I do mean only - reason I even gave Kuki that power is to have them kiss! It was the only way I could think of to satisfy my inner fangirl without taking them too far out of character

FancyToaster: That's actually what I thought of when I was doing the final consideration of their powers; Kuki, I think, has that motherly way about her

Gamewizard2008: Eh, more like the opposite of Poison Ivy. Remember, she's not poison, she takes away pain

Okay, so I wrote the first half of the latest BttF,So chapter, but alas! Writer's block has struck again! So here I am. Anyway, Harvey looks like Allie-Twig's "Harvey's Worst day EVER" and Rachel looks like hendocrinogeno's "say cheese".

So, onward!

A maid in a crisp uniform admitted Nigel and Monty into the obnoxiously large house and into the living room, leaving them standing near the base of a grand staircase.

Monty strutted into the house with a jolly air about him, his son shuffling behind him, eyeing the expensive furniture and décor anxiously; even with the a/c on, he felt nervous being here. Though the place was incredibly elegant - the place could've come right out of a magazine - Nigel couldn't help but get an unfriendly vibe from the place. It was just too clean, too aesthetic, too...perfect. The chairs and couches in his own home were open and homey; these were too solid-looking and altogether uninviting. Who'd be able to grow up in a place like this?

The answer came to him as his gaze shifted to a nearby shelf, recently dusted and immaculately organized. There were many certificates and trophies that lined the shelves. Piano award, violin award, choir award, tennis trophy, Honor Roll, blah, blah, blah, he listed. A particularly large one read:

The Mozart School of Music and Performing Arts would like to present this award to: R. McKenzie for his/her outstanding achievement in...

Blah, blah, blah. So there's an R. McKenzie, he noted.

Nigel's eyes snapped away from the shelf, sensing that he and his dad weren't alone. A boy - a couple years younger than himself, he figured - glared at him from a far-off doorway, arms crossed. He crossed his arms and glared back out of impulse, the instant dislike for each other evident.

"Why, hello there, Chap." Seriously? His dad's obliviousness was remarkable sometimes.

"Hmph!"

Another servant - this one, male - poked his head in from yet another door. "Master McKenzie, your lunch is served."

The boy "hmph"-ed again, then strutted away, nose in the air.

"Him?" Nigel asked, eyeing the boy's exit distastefully.

"No. Her."

He looked about in confusion for a moment before following his father's gaze to the top of the staircase, where a blond girl about his own age stood awkwardly, hugging herself as if to ward off the cold of the air conditioner. Odd, since the a/c was a huge relief from being outside for only a few moments.

The girl smiled shyly as she descended the stairs, hugging herself all the way down. Her clothes, Nigel noticed, were very ordinary, strongly contrasting with her rich surroundings, as if she was trying to convince herself that she was just a normal teen, rather than a filthy stinking rich one.

"Hello," she greeted cheerfully. "You must be Mr. Uno."

"And you must be Miss McKenzie," Monty replied politely.

"Please, call me Rachel."

"Rachel, I'd like to introduce my son, Nigel."

Like a proper lady, she took his cue to reset her gaze on the younger boy. "Oh, hello Ni-" He didn't know why, but they both froze at that exact moment when their eyes first met, taking in absolutely everything about each other. She was cute, he supposed, with neatly cut hair, dark brown eyes, and - to his slight dismay, a couple inches over him (though he would later blame her flip-flops for the extra height). "Nigel."

"Hi, Rachel," he said slowly. It vaguely occurred to him that throughout their entire formal introduction, never once did she offer her hand to shake; both arms remained wrapped around herself. Though strange, he remained grateful that physical contact wouldn't be required; his heart was inexplicably beating very fast, once again raising his temperature to an almost-unbearable level. He could just feel the flames beneath his skin, just waiting for some kind of contact to erupt.

"Don't be rude, Nigel. Go on, shake hands!"

Though unaware of each other, both adolescents snapped their eyes up at Monty, identical panicked expressions evident on their faces.

"Dad, no! I can't!"

"Really, Mr. Uno, that really isn't a very good idea!"

Monty chuckled at the horrified looks on their faces. "It'll be fine! Go on!"

Nigel tried to give his dad a look, one that warned him of what would end up happening. His father's obliviousness only seemed to frustrate him and made it worse.

Rachel looked just as alarmed as he felt, hesitating as she withdrew a hand, holding it out very cautiously. Nigel slowly raised his arm to meet hers, glancing back towards his dad one more time only to be urged forward encouragingly.

Both arms were tense, expecting to be yanked back before too much damage could be done through the contact. Their hands hesitated again, only a hair's breadth apart this time, still hoping for some sort of interruption. Nothing.

Finally, Nigel took initiative - figuring that he'd be less likely to set her aflame if their handshake was reduced to a quick hand-grasp - and closed his fingers around hers. By then, his heart hand been beating far too fast to keep himself under control. He knew something was going to happen now, and that it wouldn't be good.

And sure enough, as soon as his hand grasped hers, flames were released and traveled up her arm faster than he could process it. In slow motion, he heard her gasp and saw her eyes widen as she tightly gripped his fingers in surprise. But before he could summon up his wits to let go, he felt an odd cooling sensation start at his palm and move up to his shoulder, freezing it.

Rachel, luckily, had enough sense to wrench her hand away at that very moment and wrap her arms around herself again, panicked. Nigel just gazed down at the now-melting ice that had formed over his arm so quickly. It wasn't unpleasant; quite the opposite actually. Even now, as it had almost disappeared, the ice had actually cooled the heat in his hand enough for him to actually feel confident enough to be able to actually shake a normal person's hand.

"Oh my God! I - I'm so sorry! I t-tried to tell you - I can't control-"

"It's quite alright." Monty smiled at her warmly. "Absolutely no harm done. See?"

She fearfully returned her gaze to Nigel, who'd just finished gazing at his arm and was now giving her a look of pure amazement. "Did you really not just feel that?"

Rachel looked at him, confused; then it clicked. Slowly, she peeled her arm from herself and showed him: no burns. Not even a charred sleeve. As if nothing had happened.

"It was actually the warmest I've felt in months. Did you really not just feel that?" Nigel held up his defrosted hand.

They unashamedly gave each other looks of awe.

She can't burn.

He can't feel cold.

"Well," said Monty, snapping them both out of it. "Looks as if you two have a lot of things to talk about. So why don't you both run along, and I'll have a word with your parents on your options, Rachel."

"Sounds like a plan, Mr. Uno."

Is it possible to write something short and wordy? 'Cause I think I just did. So, a few things I wanna briefly go over. First being the part that Rachel and Harvey are both filthy stinkin' rich; that I actually got from several other fics before I'd actually watched all the episodes and had figured out that their family/upbringing had never been mentioned. But it was too late; they are rich, and there's nothing I can do about it. And the ending was too rushed...yeah.

So as far as Rachel's powers, she's pretty much the exact opposite of Nigel (there go my damn opposites again). She's pretty much Bobby from X-Men except that she covers stuff with ice instead of turning them to ice. There's a difference, and it will me (mildly) important later. And like Nigel, her body temperature is crazily impossible, though she can't really feel heat. She kinda just radiates cold, and that's uncomfortable. Also, what I didn't mention in this chapter is that she also has Jean Grey's powers as an addition to her ice powers. I promise, that wasn't my original plan. My first actual idea for this story was their meeting, where they're both scared of touching out of fear of their uncontrolled powers, but find themselves unable to harm each other that way. But after adding to Nigel's powers (for which I've already explained myself in the first chapter) and made him Cyclops, I was already like, "Oh what the hell, why not? They end up together anyway." So now she's Jean. Though the thing is, while she can turn it off, her telepathic and telekinetic powers are really weak, so she's often too shaky to use them, but they're super powerful when she can get them to work...and that's pretty much it.

I find myself hating this chapter, but I know that if I don't finish and upload it now, it could be months before I remember it. So...yeah. REVIEW!