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Peter walked down the stairs and into the living room, to find his aunt sitting on one of the chairs.
"Merry Christmas, Peter." she said brightly.
"Merry Christmas, Aunt May." Peter replied, smiling. But the smile was weak. It just wasn't the same without Uncle Ben. It felt so weird to celebrate this holiday without him. He would usually be wearing that ridiculous Santa hat. Peter had always laughed at him when he was little, but as he got older, the act seemed to be childish. But now Peter would give anything to see his Uncle with that stupid hat on. Peter felt his aunts hand on his shoulder. He put his hand over hers, and looked up at her.
"I miss him." she said simply.
"Me too." said Peter. They just sat there for awhile in silence, there really was no need for words right now.
"Merry Christmas!" Megan exclaimed as she wheeled into the rec room. "Now lets get to those presents."
"Meg, Christmas isn't all about the presents." Rogue said, rolling her eyes at the younger girl.
"Your right." Megan said sounding ashamed, "It's about the fruitcake too." Rogue sighed and shook her head. "What? Oh yeah, that whole family, and happiness thing. Seriously Rogue, you don't seem like the type of person to be into that."
"Ah'm not." Rogue said.
"Uh huh, right....Now can we get to the presents." Logan, Hank, and The Professor walked, and wheeled in.
"Before we get to that, I think Megan should try walking." Hank said.
"Oh come on, Mr. McCoy." Megan said, "Your going to make my life a sitcom or something."
"Come on, Meg." Rogue said.
"If I do this, can we get to the presents?" Megan asked.
"Light Switch, you sound like a three year old." Logan said.
"So, Christmas brings the child out of people." she said, pouting slightly.
"Fahn!" Rogue said, "Just get ya're butt out of tha chair." Rogue said. Megan sighed, and slowly stood up from the wheelchair. She took a step, but her legs felt numb. She would have fallen to the ground, if Rogue hadn't have been there. Megan took another step, and found her balance. Another step, then another, and then another.
"Hey I'm walking!" Megan said.
"We can see that." Rogue said.
"Ok ruined the moment, Rogue, you just ruined the moment. Well we just made the perfect sitcom, somebody call Oprah."
"So this means, I don't have to worry about her falling out of the chair, raght?" Rogue asked, smirking at the girl.
"Right." Hank replied smiling.
"You know what this means." Megan said.
"What?" Logan asked.
"Presents!" and she ran over to tall of the presents.
Peter got up from his chair when he heard a knock on the door. He opened it up, to find Mary Jane standing outside.
"Hi Peter." she said, "Merry Christmas."
"Hi, MJ." Peter replied, "What are you doing here? I mean... That is...not that I mind it's just..."
"My parents are fighting again, I really needed to get out of there." She told him, shrugging her shoulder. Peter nodded in understandment. For as long as he could remember, MJ would come over to his house if her parent's fights got really bad. Which usually happened a lot.
"Oh right, come in." Peter remembered that he had heard, more then a few times, the Watson's yelling about something.
"Thanks." she said smiling. She walked in, and looked around. "It's great to have you back Peter."
"It's great to be back." Peter replied, smiling.
"So, when do you have to go back?"
"Before school starts I guess. It doesn't really matter."
"Hmm...do you like it there?"
"Yeah its great. I miss you and Harry though."
"Yeah, but from your letters and phone calls it sounds like you have a lot of friends there."
"I do, but I don't know...its not different." Mary Jane smiled, understanding what he meant.
Megan walked down the hall towards her room. "Oh the joys of legs!" shesaid, smiling. Man, had she missed being able to use her legs. When she got to her room, she was surprised to find Rogue there, waiting, she did not look happy. "Uh, what's up?"
Rogue didn't reply she just held up a piece of paper. It looked like it was from the newspaper...a picture from the newspaper. 'uh oh,' Megan thought.
"Uh, what do you have there, Rogue?" Megan asked trying to sound innocent.
"A picture." Rogue replied, "From ya'r jean pockets."
"Oh really...does it have Johnny Depp on it?"
"Nope."
"Oh, then it can't be mine." Megan walked over to her bed, only to have Rogue grab her arm and stare at her.
"What is this?" Rogue growled. Yep she defiantly wasn't happy.
"A picture...of Spider-Man." Megan said, defeated, her shoulder slouched and she stared down at the floor in guilt.
"Is it Peter?" Rogue asked.
"No!" Rogue glared at her. "Maybe...might be...yeah."
"And ya knew! For how long?!"
"How long what?"
"Did ya know?"
"Oh...about two months or so."
"And ya didn't tell no one!"
"Anyone." Megan corrected.
"I don't care! Do you know what this could do ta us?"
"No...do you?"
"No...but it cahn't bah good!"
"What...what are you going to do?" Megan asked. She knew Peter didn't want anyone to know, and she felt really bad that this wa pretty much all her fault. She should have gotten rid of the picture, but because she was so smart, she completely forgot about it.
"Ah'm not gonna do anythin'. It's what ya'r gonna do." Rogue said, crossing her arms.
"Oh, and what's that?" Megan said, now getting very stubborn.
"Listen Meg, I don't want to have to tell the Prof. So don't make meh!" Megan sighed and left the room, to the phone. She had to call Peter.
"Peter, phone!" Aunt May called into the living room.
"I'll be right back." Peter said to MJ. She nodded, and Peter took the phone. "Hello?" he said.
"Peter!" came Megan's frantic voice, "Peter I don't know what to do! Rogue said...and then she...I don't know! Peter help."
"Woah, Meg. Calm down. Can this wait I kind of have company."
"NO! Peter Rogue knows your secret, she saw the picture. I don't know what to do."
"She knows!"
"That's what I just said! What do I do! I'm in big dodo here!"
"Dodo?"
"Peter! Help, I don't...Hiya Logan!" Peter heard a gruff noise on the other side.
"No...no everything's fine...right Peter."
"Meg, just wait until I come home, ok. Then we'll talk to the Prof. ok?"
"Ok...see you then. Merry Christams!" and she hung up.
"Who was that?" Mary Jane asked, standing behind him.
"Megan, a friend at the Institute." Peter replied.
"Oh, is she ok?"
"Yeah, just her boyfriend just broke up with her, is all."
"Oh, ok." Peter knew that when he got home, it was going to be hell. He needed to get there, fast. Megan was going to brake down, ad he knew it.
--------6 days Later--------
Storm pulled into the Institute drive way, and Peter jumped out. He was immediately greeted by Megan. She opened the door, ran down the steps and gave him a big hug.
"Thank god, Peter." she whispered in his ear, "Rogue is bugging the heck out of me."
"Hey! You can walk. You never told me that." Peter said smiling. Yeah he was concerned about Rogue, but this was big news.
"Well I was thinking about other things." Megan said, nodding her head at the door. Peter looked in the doorway, and saw Rogue leaning on it, with s tern look on her face. Peter sighed, and got his stuff from the trunk and walked up to her. Megan at his heels.
"I guess we have a lot to talk about." Peter said to Rogue.
"No we don't," she replied, "Megan told meh everythin'."
"She did?" Peter asked staring Meg.
"I had to! She was going to beat me up, I sware." Megan said in defense.
"You two need ta talk ta the Professor." Rogue said. Peter sighed and nodded. And walked to the Professors study. "Rogue can you bring my stuff top my room?" he asked. Rogue nodded and picked his suitcase up. While Peter and Megan walked to his study. 'Come in.' they heard the Professor say or think to them. Peter opened the door, to see Xavier sitting in his wheelchair, sort of as if he was waiting for them. Logan,. Storm, and Hank were in there as well.
"You two wished to speak with me." Xavier said.
"Uh yeah." Peter replied, "See the thing is...I've kind of been sneaking out at night and saving people, as Spider-Man."
"You've what?!" Logan said, looking pissed.
"Please calm down Logan." Xavier said.
"What does this have to do with you, Meg?" Logan asked, turning to the young girl.
"I...I...Well I knew he was doing it." Megan said, looking down at the ground., whicle she fidgeted with her fingers.
"You went along with this!"
"Yeah...I mean I didn't think..."
"Your right you didn't. You should have told one of us."
"Sorry..." she mumbled.
"I knew something was troubling you, Megan, Peter." Xavier said, "I just didn't want to pry."
"What?" asked Logan, "Chuck, you pry all the time, why stop now?" Megan couldn't help but giggle a little, while the Professor glared at him.
"Listen, Professor," Peter said, "When my uncle died it was my fault."
"Peter, I'm sure..."
"No, it was. I was at the Wrestling Cage. I had just won, and went to collect my money. Well, I got lower then what the add said and I got mad. I left, and waited for the elevator. I looked back and saw a guy taking the money. The Robber, ran past me. I could have stopped him. But I let him go. I was mad, and wanted revenge I guess. But when I got home, my uncle was on the ground...shot by a highjacker. I went after the guy, and soon found out it was the same guy I let go. It's my fault. If I had stopped him, my uncle would still be alive." When he had finished, it was dead silent. Xavier, Storm, and Hank looked sympathetic, Logan...looked like Logan, and Megan, looked sad...and scared at the same time."That's why I fight crime," Peter went on, "I can't let that happen again. For an innocent person to die because of me."
"I understand." the Professor said. "And...if it is was you wish, you can still fight crime. But you must promise to be careful, and not to be seen to much."
"I will." Peter said, looking happy.
"What are you so happy about." Logan said, "You both are still getting punished.
"What?!" they asked at the same time.
-----2 days later-----
You can see Peter and Megan in the garage. Peter dressed in old sweet pants, and sweet shirt. Megan in the same thing, only a bandana holding her hair back. Both were wet, and soapy.
"I blame you." Megan growled, while washing the x-van.
"Me? You could have told them anytime you wanted." Peter snapped.
"You tricked me into saying yes! It's not my fault."
"Yes it is. Your too easy to trick." Suddenly he felt something soft, wet, and soapy brush against his face. He had just dodged a sponge, thrown by Megan.
"Oh so you want to play that way huh?" she said. He grabbed a bucket of water and poured it on her.
Megan screamed, and slipped. "Not fair!" She grabbed the hose near by, and started spraying him. He dodged most of the water, but she still soaked him. Suddenly he tripped, and fell on top of her.
"Ow." they said at the same time. Peter lifted his head, to find himself laying on top of Megan, who was of course, soaked just like him. They were really close, there noses touching lightly.
"Peter," Megan breathed.
"Yeah."
"Your squashing my liver." Peter immediately got up, and offered her his hand. She took it and he helped her up. When they got a good look at each other they laughed."You look like a hobo."
"You don't look any better." Peter replied. Logan walked into the room, and stared at them. They, and the garage were soaked.
"I don't even want to know..." He said, and left. Megan and Peter looked at each other, and bust out laughing.
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