The day was filled with testing for Jake. After a couple of rounds with Bobby, who had to go to classes, he had training with Rogue and Storm.

"This time," came Scott's voice, "We're going to see how you handle changing into objects at a moment's notice."

Rogue positioned herself and lifted a heavy object to throw at Jake.

Jake transformed himself into a monkey and leaped out of the way.

She threw another object, bigger and heavier. He changed into a snake and slithered away.

Rogue looked up at Scott and smiled. "He's quick, Sugah!"

"Not quick enough,"

Storm decided to make lightning blast at the young alien. His eyes wide and confused, he changed into a bird and started to fly around her.

Thinking, Storm lifted up her hands and a tornado began to form around Jake. He kept his bird image and flew out of the tornado's path.

Rogue flew towards him and grabbed him in her hands.

"Not good, Rogue!" Scott hollered through the intercom.

"Why not?"

She didn't have to wait long for an answer. Jake turned himself into a lizard. Seeing the small amphibian, startled, Rogue dropped Jake to the floor and put her hands to her side, tapping her left food. "Jake..." she groaned. He changed back into himself, crossed his arms over his chest, and smiled. "Never catch an alien lizard," he chimed. Scott chuckled. "Training is not over," said Storm, who began a huge thunderstorm. It began to pour on top of Jake and Rogue. Jake turned himself into an umbrella and shielded Rogue.

"Why, thank you, Sugah." she smiled at him.

"No problem, Rogue. I've always got you covered," he quipped.

Exhausted from the long day, Jake sat at the dinner table next to Bobby.

"It was rough, huh?" Bobby whispered.

"Rough isn't the word. I didn't have any of this kind of training on my world!"

Bobby smiled. "That's 'cause those guys are tough," he nodded over to Scott, Logan, and Storm, who were sitting at another table.

"I'll say. I didn't think this day would ever end. When do you think they'll allow me to go to classes?" Jake dug his fork into a slab of turkey.

"Depends on whether they think you're ready or not. It's primarily up to them."

"That doesn't sound like any time soon," Jake sighed as he chewed on the juicy meat.

A moment later, Logan came over to the teens. "How would the four of you like to go to a club?" he asked.

"What kind of a club, Logan?" Kitty asked.

"Don't worry, it's a non-alcoholic club and it's got karaoke." he answered, putting her mind at ease.

"Karaoke? All right!" Bobby whooped.

"What's karaoke?" Jaked wanted to know, his green eyes looking up at Logan.

"Don't worry," Logan grinned at him. "You'll love it."

"Is Rogue coming with us?" Bobby asked, hoping.

Logan nodded. "Yeah. I've asked her, and she is excited about going. Maybe the two of you could even dance together," he added teasingly.

Bobby blushed at the suggestion and almost buried his face in his arms.

"You like her, Bobby?" Jake asked.

"He has a crush on her," Kitty told him.

"I do not," Bobby muttered.

"Liar. Why'd your face turn beet-red when Logan talked about her?"

That question got Bobby even more red as Kitty chuckled.

"See, Jake? He likes her," she concluded. oOo
Two hours later, seven mutants went over to a karaoke bar called Jacob's Place. "It's a bar just for people like us," Jubilee told Jake.

"Oh," Jake said, understanding her.

The club was already crowded, but they were able to find a table big enough for all of them.

One woman was singing and not doing a very good job of it; Bobby just couldn't help but remark, "That girl is butchering that song!"

A man in his early thirties overheard him and came over. "Think you can do better?" he growled into the teen's face.

Bobby looked over at Logan and Scott.

"Go for it," Logan nodded.

Bobby got up and took over the microphone. He read the words, quite quickly, and began to sing. The song was "Old-Time Rock and Roll," which had always been one of his favorites.

"Give me some of that old-time rock and roll...The kind of music that sooooothes the soul..." he sang to the tune while people in the audience got up and danced.

Ororo smiled; it had been a long time since they had had any downtime like this. She couldn't even remember when they'd had so much fun.

Bobby finished to applause and left the stage, going to the man who had challenged him. "So, how'd I do?" he grinned.

The man just grunted and went back to his lady friend as Bobby sat back down next to Jake.

"I want to try!" Kitty said, getting up.

So, for about an hour, each mutant tried his hand at singing popular songs.

"C'mon, Jake, give it a shot," Bobby said.

Jake held up his green hand. "No, thank you. I don't know any of those songs and my voice isn't right."

"I'm sure we can find something for you to sing," said Jubilee.

Orro came to his rescue and said, "If Jake does not want to sing, he does not have to, Jubilee."

She looked down at her feet. "Oh, sorry."

Jubilee felt a cool hand on hers and looked up at a smiling alien.

"It's okay, Jube. Want to dance?" he asked as a song came up.

"Sure!" they stood up and naturally, Jubilee looked like a pixie when standing next to the seven-foot Jake.

The others just sat and watched the two dance to "I Will Survive" and were amazed at how well Jake had learned some dance steps in just the few days he had been back on Earth.

Ororo looked over at Scott, who was watching the two dancers wistfully. She knew what he was thinking and put a hand on his thin shoulder.

He looked over at her. "What?"

"Care to dance?"

Scott gulped. "Sure, why not?"

Logan watched the two get up from the table and out to the dance floor. The song was a slow one and Logan could see Scott tense up as he clutched Ororo's hand and their bodies met.

For Scott the song was way too long, but the song wasn't long enough for Ororo.

Suddenly, their lips met, but just a touch broke the spell. Scott pulled away.

"I'm sorry, Scott." she said quietly, looking down at the floor.

She felt a hand on her chin that lifted her head so their eyes met.

"It's okay. Really," he told her, and they left the dance floor.

The three older mutants watched the teens dance while Logan's fingers tapped on his knee and Scott's foot tapped on the floor. One young man was doing some sort of dance that seemed somehow familiar to the feral. "I can do that," he said to Scott, who looked over at the dancer.

"Go for it," he replied.

Logan got up and started to dance; everyone else stopped to watch him move. His body was in tune to the music, almost taking over the stage. He didn't know people had stopped dancing and watched him until he had stopped. Breathing hard, he went back to the table.

"Pretty good, Wolfie," Scott said.

"Think you can best me?" Logan challenged.

"I think so," Scott got up and went to change the music. He put on some disco music and went to the center of the stage. He looked over at Logan, did a stand, and grinned.

"Smart-ass," Logan muttered under his breath.

Scott danced the spin and the slide. At the end of the song, he did a spin on his back, had his legs straight, his head resting on his arm.

"Beat that, old man." Scott mouthed.

Growling, Logan got up and put on some Irish music. He began to do clog-dancing, his feet moving a mile a minute, his hands on his hips.

Scott had sat back down with the others, his eyes never off the older mutant. He was enthralled at the way Logan's feets just moved to the music, his body straight as an arrow. No way was he going to be able to top that one, Scott thought inwardly.

The music stopped and Logan put up his hands, breathing hard. Everyone applauded as he went back to his seat.

"Top that, One-Eye."

Scott held up his hand. "Sorry; think you won at that one, Logan."

Kitty chuckled. "I think both of you were great!"

"Thanks, kid," Logan smiled at her.

A few minutes later, Scott noticed a faraway look in Logan's eyes. It seemed painful, so Scott thought he was thinking of Jeanne. "Logan, you okay?" he asked.

"Hmmm?"

"You all right? You seem out of it."

Logan leaned over to the younger man. "I don't know, Scott. I feel kind of strange," he admitted.

That worried Scott. Logan would never admit such a thing, no matter what, so this was new. "What do you mean, strange?"

"I'm remembering someone."

"Who? Jeanne?"

Logan shook his head. "No, but it is a woman. I just don't know who..."

Scott got up. "C'mon," he said.

"What?"

"Come with me to the restroom."

Logan got up and followed Scott, not knowing what the other man had in mind.

They entered the restroom and Scott made sure that there was no one there.

"Okay, what's really going on, Wolfie? You don't sound like yourself." He leaned against one of the stalls and folded his arms across his chest.

Logan threw up his hands in frustration. "I'm telling you I don't know! I'm remembering this woman dying in my arms in the middle of a forest, or something. I'm sure we were lovers. If only I knew who she was!"

Scott could tell that Logan was getting more frustrated by the minute. He put a hand on the man's forarm and the blue eyes looked up at him.

"Logan, calm down. We can figure this all out..."

Logan shook his head. "No, Scott. I've got to figure it out on my own." He turned and left the room.

"Logan..." Scott called after him uselessly. "Damn it!" he ran out after him, but Logan was long gone.

Ororo caught him by the arm. "Scott, where's Logan going? What's going on?" she asked, fear in her voice.

"He remembered someone, Ororo. He doesn't know who, just a face. But I think he's starting to remember his past, and I'm not quite sure I like it."