Chapter 6 Bummed feet or torn hearts.

Kristy awoken to a buzzing Kitty, "Get up get up; we will be, like, late for school if you don't hurry!"

"Huh, What?" Kristy groaned, moving into a sitting position. "I'm not going to school, something bout fracturing my metatarsal foot bone."

"Oh right you didn't come to the X-men midnight meeting huh?" kitty smiled, "the professors are all gone for the night and Jean and Scott are, like, in charge." She swung off the bed and landed a few feet away, "So like, I hear you need new clothing and stuff."

"Having less than one week's worth of clothing on your back is the best way to hike. Now I'm here I kind of need more than just camp clothing." She blushed embarrassed of not going clothing shopping earlier. "Also my shoes kind of disappeared from the walk from school yesterday. I can't go anywhere without some foot wear."

"Well, I like have to get to class," she waved going out the side wall, "see you after school." She ran though the wall where Kristy assumed it was Kitty's room with Rogue. Kitty, Fazing through the wall, was not seen again by Kristy for a while.

Kristy sat up fully and stretched. She looked out her hallway door and noticed it closed from her night sleeping. 'Someone must have known I was not feeling well and closed it. How thoughtful of them. Well, I better not sleep the whole day away.' She turned in the bed and winced, "here comes the pain."

The pain in her foot was more than an ache but less than agonizing pain. Her foot had swollen and started to turn purple. The right foot looked like a balloon than a foot. "Great, just great; how am I supposed to get up from bed now?"

She looked around her room and noticed a note by her bed. It was on her nightstand on white lined paper. It read:

Miss. Kristy Erica Hutter,

Don't overdo it today, Stay in bed and rest up. Your foot is in no condition for you to walk on it for the next week or so. If you must get up your new wooden crouches are on your dresser.

The rest of the professors are gone due to an emergency. For this emergency, Jean and Scott are in charge.

Professor Charles Xavier.

Feeling more informed then what Kitty said, Kristy put the note back on her night stand. She hobbled to the dresser where the birch wood crouches were. She leaned up against one and tottered over to the bathroom to get ready for her day.

In the bathroom, Kristy leans against the sink and sighed, "My foot wasn't this bad yesterday. Stupid blood pooling in my foot." She opens her toiletry carrier again and starts to brush her teeth. After brushing her teeth and washed her face she limped out the washroom to her bed once again.

Her feather down quilt compressed was she sat down, making Kristy sigh with relief. Her foot was starting to pulse each time her heart seemed to beat. She looked at the clock on the wall across from her. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes thinking to herself, "it's not even ten in the morning and I'm bed ridden. How can a simple run make me loose all my freedom in one night! This is simply isn't fair."

"What isn't fair mien Freud?" a blue fuzzy elf boy asked as he crouched on her bed with her. His indigo fur looked very comfy in Kristy eyes, as she leaned against him without asking.

"Professor Logan said I fractured one of my metatarsals. I think it means I broke a foot bone." She mumbled, "Why aren't you in class? You better not be skipping, they will have your head if you did."

"I have off block first," he smiled after his shock of her leaning up against him, "I thought you would go to the X-men meeting last night. I didn't see you there at all. I got concerned and went to see if you were ok."

"You were concerned for me? That is sweet." She smiled leaning farther into his arm, "is it true that Jean Grey and Scott Summers are going to babysit the whole mansion for a day or two?"

"Yeah, creepy huh?" he laughed, with her. Then it went into a comfortable silence where both teens could enjoy each other's warmth and company. Kurt was the first one to speak up again, "I better get to my next class. See you after school, Kristy."

"Oh okay. Hey Kurt, you want to teach me some German when you finish school?" she asked hopefully. She sat back up feeling a little saddened that his presence had to leave. "Maybe I can get notes from you about chemistry and history?"

"Sure Kristy," without another word from his smirking mouth, he 'bamphed' away. All that was left of his presence was a sulphur smelling smoke cloud. He never told Kristy is power, but now she knew she had more questions for him than ever.

Kristy smiled at where Kurt had been thinking to herself. "Power that people I know of: Kitty Pryde has fazing through solid objects, Charles Xavier had mind powers as well as Jean Grey, Scott has laser eyes, Kurt can teleport himself, I manipulate pheromone and Ms. Ororo Munroe had powers over weather." She smiled thinking about everyone's powers. They may have not told her what they are but most of them use their power a lot more than they should. She laughed at the memory when she caught the girl in the crowd of teens on her first day that ran her over, that turned into a wolf to catch the Frisbee. "What a crazy school this is."

She looked at the clock again, it was around noon. Getting out of bed Kristy changed into some day clothing. She changed into a pair of jeans and a straight forward green tee shirt. She turned around by the mirror, to check her image in the mirror.

She strides down to the kitchen, with a limp in her walk on the crutch, she tilt over the kitchen island after completing three hallways and two different staircases. She looked around and noticed that there were no baked goods on any counter or open cupboard. She opened the rest of the cupboards and realised what she wanted to do today, she wanted to bake.

She took out a simple cook book and looked at the ingredient's it listed it needed for the recipe to work. She started to work on a simple Snicker doodles recipe. She thought out loud, "one cup shortening, one and half cups sugar, two large eggs, two and three fourths of cups sifted flour, two teaspoons cream of tartar, one teaspoon baking soda, one forth teaspoon sugar, and two teaspoons cinnamon for taste." She started to mix the ingredients as she preheated the oven, "Preheat to 400 degrees Fahrenheit then roll mixture into balls covered in cinnamon and sugar." She smiled as she bounced around the kitchen baking theses Snicker doodles. "I haven't done this since I was a kid." Finished rolling the dough in the sugar mixture she placed then on a baking sheet, and waited for the oven to be right temperature.

After making the batch of snicker doodles Kristy made chocolate chip cookies with chocolate crunch, shortbreads, gingerbreads, German chocolate cake, and peanut butter balls. She had to force herself to stop because she ran out of flour to make the next baked-good, an orange cake. She had made more baked good then there where kids in the institute. "How are we going to finish all this food?" she laughed at herself, "I went overboard again with the baked goods. Teddy world have been proud of me."

She looked at the kitchen she had used for the last few hours and bit of fun at herself. Not only had she make a mess of the ingredients but of the whole kitchen. The counters were covered in flour batter, the cupboards had baking powder finger prints on it and the fridge had smudges all over its front. She took a wash cloth and started her cleaning.

She went to the double sinks and filled one with batter covered bowls and utensils as the counter filled with other baking instruments she had used. She cleaned up the counters and cup boards with warm water and soap as she had to scrub the poor fridge from all the fingerprints over its time being used. She was cleaning up the dished she had used while baking when she heard the high school students come in and make noise.

She hobbled to the hallway and waved over Kurt to the kitchen, "Come see what I did today!" she walked back into the kitchen and waved her hand over all the trays and plates she had placed all the baked gods on. "What would you like? There are many choices to choose from. There are five different types of cookies and two types of cake, your choice."

He just doubled over and laughed, "your injured and told to take it today and you bake for a whole army?" This made Kitty, Spike, and Rogue to walk in to see the commotion. The rest of the teenagers started to laugh with joy or confusion at the variety of baked goods produced.

"Baking makes me feel more at home and relaxed," she defended herself as kitty squeaked.

"This is perfect for the party, let's get ready for it," Kitty sand as she dragged Spike out of the room. While Rogue just sulked out of the room after the duo; this left Kurt and Kristy alone with the still warm pastries. Feeling shy once again she looked at the kitchen floor, "What party was Kitty talking about?"

"Well, since the professors are out for the night we are hosting a party tonight here at the institute." He smiled looking at his halo projector turning it off. His natural coloured fur showed as well as his golden eyes became more prominent. "We don't need to buy cookies now; because you made so many today. I think Kitty sent Spike on buying everything else for tonight. The only problem is Jean and Scott."

"Why don't you separate them from the house," Kristy suggested as she turned to put the pastries away. "They need to sort things out with each other anyways. This could be a good time for them to do it. I maybe new here but their pheromone for each other are ridiculous. I mean, come on, who else could match Jean when it comes to training?"

Kurt laughed, "Yeah I guess. I'll talk to Kitty about it. We'll see if we can get them to meet up on the other side of town or something. See yeah soon." He hoofed it away to meet up with Kitty, leaving a tired Kristy.

Kristy took her crutch in hand and hobbled over to the living room. She peered into the room as she noticed Kitty, Kurt and Spike all but gone from the room. She walked into the room seeing Rogue doing homework, with a big bag of party decorations in front of her, on the coffee table. She hobbled over to Rogue and sat down looking over Rouge's shoulder.

"Don't you have to trick some guy to smooth talk you?" Rogue scowled as she kept her eyes on her homework.

"Hey, he tried to seduce me, not the other way around. The jerk probably only knows how to entrain himself. How did you find that out?" she asked wincing at her foot pain again.

"Pete was basically broadcasting how much of a slut you were last night at lunch," Rogue said off handily. She continued with her homework not caring that beside her was a lividly outraged Kristy ready to explode. "He said after you had done him off, you went to hook up with another guy."

"I did no such thing! He tried to molest me at the carnival and I defended myself! He s one how should be in shame. Argh, no manners, just so rude!" she huff as she looked at Rogue who did a shoulder shrug, "What homework are you working on?"

"Biology. Don't you have someone else to bother with your drama?" she glared looking up from her papers, "If you have such a problem with this guy, just walk to him about it."

"Easy for you to say; I'm the pheromone queen remember?" she started to wiggle her hips to be more dramatic, "I make guys swoon without even trying. It sucks you know; people thinking you could control them without them knowing it." With a defeated sigh she mumbled, "that's why I came here you know. To control it from things like this. To not let it happen again."

Kristy hobbled back to her room and thought as she flopped on her bed. She looked up at the ceiling through her tears. She rubbed her eyes without any real effect, tears kept coming down. Her watery eyes looked at the journal she read last time and opened it up.

She starts to flip through the pages, until she felt the most torn pages and started to read. She smiled feeling the pages but then stopped smiling when she began to read.

Dear journal, I found out I have the X gene. Not only that but I'm disruptive to society...

Kristy just cringed at how much she hated thinking back to this time. This is when she found out about both her blocked memories and mutant gene. She hated herself for both remembering and not forgetting the pain they both caused her.

She thought to herself letting her emotions run free, 'I'm here stuck in a mutinous body waiting. When is my self-control going to happen? I only know how to control my pheromones when I forcibly control them. What happens if I subconsciously use them? I could hurt someone else, like myself! This isn't fair, why did I have to get such a useless mutant power. All I can do is making people fall head over heels in infatuation with me or get insects to attack a certain spot. Okay maybe it's not so useless but it's not good for attacking other only to defending me with it. '

She laughed at herself, "I'm such a llama drama queen." She put the back of one of her hand in front of her eyes and smiled to herself, "At least I get to stay at the institute for a couple of days." She smiled again, "Also Kurt said he would teach me some more German soon too. I wonder how he and Kitty are doing now."