A/N: I do not own X-Men Evolution.

I know. You've almost died of shock that I am updating in a semi-timely manner again. Enjoy!

It did, in fact, really just happen.

In Kitty's mind it played out like an awful slow-motion sequence, adding to the inner angst she felt over the loss. Maybe angst wasn't the right term- she wasn't exactly the angst type. But still, the loss was totally devastating.

"I bet Bobby added a little extra snow to that bucket." Kitty naturally blamed Bobby for her current misery as she ground her scrub brush into the floor of the mess hall. Seeing as Logan couldn't let all of them die of hypothermia, he altered the punishment: losers went on cleaning duty.

"I bet Princess Frost used some that telepathy to drop it that last couple inches." Rogue glared as she scrubbed a mystery stain that looked like it had been there since the summer's food fight.

Betsy smirked at the suggestion. "I wouldn't put it past her."

"How do you know Emma, anyway?" Rogue said. Not that she cared. If she didn't like Emma, it was almost impossible that they wouldn't get along.

"Telepaths keep a close circuit." She said.

"Fair enough." Rogue said. As stated before, it didn't matter where they met, just as long as they didn't like each other.

"Wait," Kitty said. "So you're a telepath?"

"Telepathy, precognition, generating illusions- that sort of thing." She shrugged.

"Precognition," Rogue looked up from her angry scrubbing for a moment. "So did you know we were going to lose?"

"It doesn't work like that," Betsy said. "I can scan possible futures, but there's no way to be sure, exactly."

Rogue and Kitty nodded. Of course, it couldn't be as simple as just seeing what was going to happen.

"There's a feud, between you and the boys," Betsy said, tilting her head to the side.

"How could you tell?" Rogue grunted. Seriously, what the heck was on this wall?

"Didn't need to be psychic to feel the tension."

"Do you know any super awesome pranks?" Kitty deadpanned. Preferably something that puts Bobby Drake in a comma until he's thirty.

"Just one," Betsy smirked. "It's a little old school, but it should get the job done."

Kitty and Rogue exchanged a look. "Down," they said unanimously.

Meanwhile

"Dis is da life." Remy grinned, lounging in the cool breeze in front his cabin.

"Yeah." Bobby said from the cabin nextdoor. "With those girls in their place- cleaning." (* as a female, I'm totally offended*)

"Excuse me?" Emma gave him a venomous look.

Bobby almost swallowed his tongue. "You know…" He grumbled like an idiot, scratching the back of his head. "I gotta go- do some- stuff."

"You do that," She wore one of her snarky smiles.

"Miss Frost, if you keep getting rid of Snowball like that, I think this could turn out to be a beautiful friendship." Remy grinned.

Piotr frowned, his arms crossed over his chest. A loud, exasperated sigh escaped the Cajun's throat.

"What? What could possibly be keeping you from enjoying this victory?" There were few things Remy LeBeau enjoyed more than winning (that list consisted of: Rogue, stealing very expensive and heavily guarded objects, and beignets doused in powdered sugar- seeing as Rogue was not on his happy list, he had given up his life of crime to be one of the goody-goodies, and there was not a French pastry shop within miles of this place, winning [duh] was currently at the top of his list… what was going on before I started this list rant? Oh yes. Remy was trying to figure out why Piotr wasn't rejoicing.)

"They will strike back. Eventually. Does that not worry you?"

Remy waved it off with a flick of the wrist. "There will be a grieving period where they'll try to regroup and talk about their feelings and initiate the new girl or some crap like that."

Pete sighed. He had good reason to. Our dear Remy had let his guard down. What can we say, he's cocky (and we love him for it… but at this point in time, it would leave him susceptible to get got. And got get he would.)

Later

"You really got me bad. You really got me bad. I'm gonna get you back, I'm gonna get you back."

Rogue rolled her eyes as Kitty sang Misery by Maroon 5. She had given up on telling her that noise put the mission in jeopardy. Kitty just wasn't the 'keep it to yourself type'. At least it was better than the Mission Impossible theme.

Kitty phased through the wall, and back out. "Penguins? Really," She snickered quietly.

Rogue shook her head. She was glad they had gloves for this one.

"Get 'er done." Kitty said, looking up the flag pole.

And get 'er done they did. One down, many to go.

The next morning

The boys woke up to find two pairs of tightie-whities flapping in the breeze- hanging from every flag pole. Briefs, boxers with little red hearts and plaids and smiley faces- just hanging out in the wind. Emma's slutty hot pants made an appearance too. (not that she would be worried about it- who hadn't seen her undies?)

Remy scowled at the newly replaced colors. The ladies sent around a round of high fives.

"Really Rogue- if you wanted a look at my delicates, you could have just asked."

Seriously though, he would never be able to wash the trauma of seeing Scott's man panties from his eyes.

A/N: Guys? Guys? Is anybody out there? If there is, please send a review, ya know, so I'll know you're out there. Please? It would make my heart happy. Guys?

Oh, and I thought I would start keeping score. That's Ladies: 3 Gentlemen (and Emma): 2