A/N: Okay, *waves from behind really big sheild* Hi guys... before you kill me i have a few things i need to ask you bout but those can wait till after the story, so you can kill me after that alright.

Exams are to blame, so go hurt them too!

so usualy diclamers and all that jazz

and see you on the other side i supose, now on with the show!!


Chapter 7:

Jubilee, had really had enough of the whole Bobby John thing, so they both turned out gay, what was the big problem? Making her way back to the room she shared with Rouge, she opened the door to find a sobbing brunet. Rushing forward she enveloped the distraught mutant in a bone crushing hug. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" she asked in a hushed voice.

"Why woul' 'e do this to me?" Rouge whimpered, turning to paw at the front of Jubilee's pullover, "we wer' good togever."

Jubilee hated this Rouge, 'damnit Bobby' she though, absentmindedly petting Rouge's hair, 'you just had to make her go bi-polar didn't you'. "Shh… sweetie, it's alright. It'll be okay."

"'Ow da hell would you know?!" She yelled jumping to her feet and fleeing for the sanctuary of the bathroom.

"That is it," Jubilee muttered to her self, "those guys need every square inch of there asses kicked. And I'll be damned if someone beats me to it." She ended in a threatening snarl.


Crossing the dorm room Bobby settled himself on the floor against John's legs, with the History textbook and a notepad and tried, over the distracting volume of John's portable TV, to work on his term-paper. Flicking through the section on the American Civil War he paused as he felt the hand absentmindedly run through his hair, smiling he turned back to his history text books. The two boys remained like this for a while neither saying a word, connected through the soft touches and looks they shared.

That was until the door nearly flew of its hinges with the force of the kick Jubilee delivered to it. The glow emanating from her hands made both startled teens sit up and take notice.

"Err…" John began

"We didn't do it?" Bobby added in a hopeful tone, slowly backing away from the 'I'm going to hurt you' glare she was directing at the pair.

"Yeah, 'cos we all believe that." She ground out, to Bobby and John's surprise she stopped in her forward march, closed her eyes, and almost visibly calmed down, "your both to blame to be honest," she said in icy clipped tones, "Rouge's a fuckin' mess, she's gone completely postal on me, and wouldn't you know it, its all your FAULT!" she screamed the last word across the room.

"Jubbs, you can't blam-" John began, but was cut short by the flash of multicoloured light she'd discharged in anger.

"Okay John, not the best thing to say to the crazy lady." Bobby muttered in the pyros direction, louder he said to Jubilee, "Why are you doing this?" This was apparently also not the right thing to say. One could almost see the last vestiges of restraint snap as the usually hyperactive cheerleader into the human embodiment of a Tasmanian devil.


How they escaped from Jubilee, John and Bobby would never know, but what she had said stuck with them. Yet another consequence they had to deal with. Apparently being pioneers of Mutant kind or some such crap wasn't good enough.

The hand snaking its way around his waist pulled John out of his thoughts, feeling the stirring of his interest, "you know," Bobby began with an uncustomary leer splashed across his features, "I never thought I'd say this; but your thinking to much."

John let out an almost silent groan at the thinly veiled insult, but was, to be honest, to far gone to care, jutting forward he whispered huskily, "you reckon she left yet?" before flipping their positions and pinning the other against the nearest wall, moving in close enough to ghost breaths over Bobby's collar bone, down the back of his neck.

"Somehow I don't care." Bobby gasped out, pushing John off him and pulling the fire starter away down the hall.

Crashing through the bedroom door they fell sprawled together onto John's bed, fear of being caught completely obliterated, mouths crushing the air out of lungs and hands clutching and roaming over everything in reach. Loss of control creating snow which was quickly evaporated by harmless flames. Shirt button were open and groans spilt from bruised, swollen lips, all previous activities were forgotten, the TV across the room announcing the news to an absent audience, and a half finished history report lying scrunched up on the floor. Telling the two apart was almost impossible as a mouth latched onto a neck raising a dark love bite, and hands splayed across expanses of pale and tanned skin causing abdominals to jump and twitch in anticipation.

Hand got more adventurous as they descended below the waistbands of jeans and began to caress thighs and asses. Muscles contracted from ghosting touches and hips were thrust forward grinding against denim and cotton, the need and want was overpowering and both boys wanted more. Giving in to feral desires clothes were thrown across the room. Left in underclothes the pleasure was rising to a fevered pitch, friction causing gasps and moans to echo though the room.

The explosion that rocked the mansion was therefore not appreciated by either mutant. The screams and running footsteps were taken more seriously however, as both boys scrambled to find clothes to cover there interrupted acts of debauchery.

"What the hell is going on?!" John yelled across the room, as he pulled a blue V-neck over his head.

"You expect me to know?" Bobby shot back, still attempting to dig a pair of clean jeans out of his closet.

Once both boys were dressed the pelted out of the room hand-in-hand to discover the source of the destruction and distress that had disrupted there spontaneous night. Running through the halls they came across unconscious kids and men in military garb which, you could tell at a glance, was not standard issue. They kept up the pace till they came to Xavier's study, what they saw stopped them dead in their tracks and made their blood run cold, Rouge was bleeding from the head and Xavier looked scared.

Magneto was back.


A/N: alright so what i needed to say was first, numoro uno, that this is the second last chapter, i'm only gonna bring one more out for this fic, so you have the option to get really pissed at me if you want.

2nd thing is after this i'm gonna start a new fic, thats where you guys come in, please tell me in a review or PM or whatever wether you would prefer a Buffy fic, a Sky High fic or Supernatural fic, all of these will be slash but you can sugest pairings too, please let me know what you want. (FYI i haven't seen season 4 of Supernatural yet so it might be hard to write for Castiel)

but thats everything I think, btw anyone who send a review with a thing for the next fic will get a lollipop, of their choice *pauses for applause* okay, now i went to far... cya!!!