"Revenge?" the Professor frowned.

Scott glared at Lance who had shifted his eyes back to the ground.

"Not revenge," he replied. "we need to find all of the labs and destroy them,"

"Be glad to help," Logan said cracking his knuckles. Scott smiled.

"Wait Logan," the Professor said. Scott let his smile fall. "we can't just go destroying buildings around the U.S.. It will cause to much negative attention to mutants,"

"Why not Professor?" Evan asked turning to him. "they deserve it!" For the first time Scott realized that Evan looked like his old self but older. His must have finally gotten control of his mutation. Scott smiled at his old friend.

"I know how you feel Evan, but we can't make the country hate us more then they already do," the Professor sighed. "I agree with the rescuing, but not the destroying," he said finally turning back to Scott.

Scott knew there was no point in saving everyone if the buildings were still standing. They would just find them and take them again. It would never end until the government finally realized that they've spent too much money on the project and refuse to fund the scientists.

They wouldn't have any money to rebuild all those buildings, get their soldiers back, or get the equipment they need anymore. He knew they had to make all the people of the nation hate them in order for them to be safe. He smiled.

"I'm starting to think like you," he whispered to Lance. Lance showed a hint of a smile but kept his eyes on the floor.

"But Professor," Rouge said. "what if they just come back for them?"

"Then we'll protect them," he sighed. "we have the power and the technology here. Everything will be alright,"

Scott looked up at the Professor's smiling face. For the first time in his life he knew the Professor was wrong. He sighed and looked over at Lance again.

"What do you think?" he asked Lance a little too loudly. The rest of the room stopped talking and turned to Lance.

Lance slightly looked up at him and smirked. "I think I told you so,"

(KITTY)

He smiled. It wasn't a big one but it was there. And it was one of those smart-ass smirks he always used to give. A smile formed across her face as Scott scowled at him. Lance was still in there somewhere.

(KURT)

He smiled as Lance finally spoke up. It gave him a glimmer of hope that Lance could be alright. Kurt watched him put his hands further in his pockets and moved his face away from Scott's glare. He was still far from being the Lance they once knew, but at least now Kurt knew there could be a possibility of him coming back.

(SCOTT)

Scott sat on his bed staring viscously at the tan carpet. Lance was sitting on the window seal with another cigarette in his mouth. It had been dead quiet in the room for almost thirty minutes before Lance finally broke the silence.

"We should just leave," he said as he blew a puff of smoke out the window.

Scott rubbed his forehead and groaned. "But the Professor's right, we're safer here then anywhere else,"

"That's not really saying much," Lance mumbled.

"Did you have to go and say revenge?" Scott growled.

Lance looked at him. "You can't tell me that you can just walk into one of those labs and not want to blow all their freakin' heads off with those lasers of yours!" he huffed. "Just because we're in the Xavier Institute doesn't mean you can start acting like an X-Men again. You're not an X-Men anymore!"

Scott glared at him for a moment before giving up. He sighed as he stuck his face in his hands. "I hate you," he mumbled.

"Is that supposed to surprise me?" Lance asked blowing out some more smoke.

In truth the only reason Scott hated him was because Lance had somehow over the course of the last five and a half years, gained the ability to know everything. Scott had completely given up fighting with him. No matter what, Lance was always right. He again cursed the scientists.

He looked over at Lance who was throwing his cigarette out the window. "What kinda hell do you think will break lose when we let the guys out?" he asked.

Lance looked over at Scott and blew out his last puff of smoke. "like the seventh circle kind."