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"—and that's why you don't try to pull as fast one on Wolverine," Bobby concluded. We stared at him, shocked. You don't even want to know what he was talking about.

"If you had asked for my help, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad," Kitty told Bobby, laughing.

"Yeah, well," Bobby shrugged, "I'm fine, so no harm done."

Charlie looked at me. 'I think they're trying to distract us.'

'They're not. They are actually trying to make us feel welcome.'

'Really?'

'Actually, Bobby is thinking of a plan to prank Cyclopes, and he wants our help. He just is too afraid to ask.'

Charlie smirked. 'He should be.' I smirked right back at him. In truth, I was a tad worried about Pat. He had been gone for nearly an hour, and I was beginning to worry. My mind kept flashing back to the cells where Stryker held us. Where you could do nothing but watch as those around you were taken away. I shuddered at the thoughts of the needles and the helplessness that came from being a captive of Stryker.

Charlie seemed to see the nervousness on my face, because he patted my shoulder and gave me a smile.

"You guys having a moment or something?" tactful Bobby asked. Kitty, Charlie, and I all sighed and rolled our eyes.

"No you blockhead!" Kitty told him, shaking her head. "They're comforting each other. There's a huge difference."

"Really?" Bobby asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Really Bobby," Kitty said. "See, they're probably worried about Pat, and are reassuring each other."

"Why would they be worried?" Bobby was not faking curiosity this time.

"All parents are over protective of their kids," Kitty answered casually, now flipping through her fashion magazine.

"Hey!" Charlie and I simultaneously protested, and Bobby grinned madly.

"Calm down guys," Kitty told us, closing her magazine. "I didn't mean you're his parents. Besides being totally weird, it's also impossible. Unless of course he's from the future, because something similar happened to the Richards…" She trailed off as Charlie and I stared at her, aghast.

"Anyway," she continued after a moment, "I meant that you two act like you're his parents or something. You are constantly exchanging the exact looks that my parents exchanged when they thought I wasn't looking. It's not a bad thing," she quickly said, "I just think it's weird. I mean, really, you are Charlie are only a year older than him, right?"

"Around that," Charlie replied a bit stiffly.

"How come you guys are like that?" Bobby questioned, and Kitty sat up straighter. I looked at Charlie, who was thinking the exact same thing as I was.

'No freakin' way!' his mind screamed at me.

'Trust me,' I sent back, 'definitely no argument here.'

'Think the Professor put them up to this?'

'No, I think Bobby's just tactless. Kitty freaking out, thinking we'll run away.'

'Should we?'

'We don't have Pat.'

'I can get him.'

'No. I'm not a huge fan of staying, but I think we'll be in more trouble outside the mansion all on our own. Besides, X will only track us down and then we'll be really screwed.'

'You're right.'

I smiled smugly. I then turned to Bobby and Kitty, who both looked a little worried. "We have our reasons," was all I said. Kitty looked relieved, and she punched Bobby on the arm.

"Idiot," I heard her whisper. I stifled the grin that threatened to appear on my face. Bobby heard though, and whipped a snowball at her. Fortunately for her, she allowed it to phase through her. Unfortunately for Bobby, his snowball hit the person walking into the room.

"Oh sh—" Bobby began.

"Language Bobby," Scott reprimanded, glaring that the young adult while wiping the snow off his face. I couldn't hide my laughter and neither could Charlie, and so even Bobby and Kitty were laughing at an annoyed Scott.

"Alright," Scott finally said, "enough. I came to get the four of you for dinner. So move it!"

"What about Pat?" I asked quickly.

"He's already there," Scott replied.

"Really?" Charlie asked.

"Yes," Scott replied annoyed. "Will you just come already?" He turned and walked out the door.

Bobby turned to look at us before following Scott. "You guys want to help us prank Scott?" he whispered.

"Definitely" Charlie told him, and I nodded profusely.

Bobby had a mile-wide grin on his face. "Excellent!"

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