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

Like anyone couldn't tell Kitty had been scampering around in a cloud of fairy dust for the past few days- smiling, giggling to herself like she needed to be on medication, sighing to herself wistfully whenever Logan called them out to go do some demeaning physical task that involved too much running (and proximity to the males).

But nonetheless, she thought she was fooling Rogue. Which she wasn't.

"Is there anything you would like to tell me?" Rogue folded her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame real authoritative like. It was a total mom maneuver, yes, but desperate times meant acting like an all powerful den mother sometimes.

"What?"

That girl had the nerve to give Rogue a wide eyed Bambi look like she was just sweet and innocent Kitty.

"You know what."

Kitty's brow caved in. "No,"

"You're wearing your Piotr smile."

The neon pink in Kitty's cheeks gave her away. She fiddled with the tips of her rounded shell pink nails. "I was going to tell you-"

"Bull-"

"Okay, okay. So I was totally going to continue to lie to you. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Rogue just blinked at her.

"Kidding," Kitty held her palms up in surrender. "Well, about the wrong part. Not about the continuing to lie to you part."

Rogue rubbed her temples. It stunned her sometimes, the dynamic of their peculiar friendship.

"You would have just told me not to see him," Kitty pouted.

"Is this going to affect your ability to mercilessly attack the enemy?"

Kitty grinned a knowing little grin. Silly Rogue, "I'm in love Rogue, I'm not crazy." Her bright blue eyes rolled over. "I won't rest until we're (duh) winning."

Rogue's nose crinkled up. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

A frown descended on Kitty's face. "Was the Sheen reference too much? I thought it was kind of fun. Maybe I should have mustered up some clever Star Wars allusion but, you know how it is, I don't like, really monitor what comes out of my mouth and-"

"Kitty," Rogue cut off the babbling. "No. The 'L' word."

Kitty's brow quirked up her brow. "Love?"

"Yes. That." Rogue half shuttered.

The giggles sprouted gradually. Reluctant, at first, but eventually growing into a river of laughter.

"What's so funny?" Rogue snapped.

"Oh my gosh. You fear the 'L' word." Kitty gasped through snickers.

"No." Rogue said, but at that moment she couldn't think of any snappy, defensive comeback. "No."

"Admit it!" Kitty said, collecting herself. "You're totally afraid to express your affections."

"I am not." Rogue said. The satisfied smirk on Kitty's face ate at her. "I just-"

The door flung open. Their attention jumped to the opening.

"Sorry," Betsy said, her hand over her mouth. "I didn't know it was open." She glanced from Kitty to Rogue, Rogue to Kitty. "Am I interrupting something."

"No." Rogue snapped.

"Rogue's afraid to admit she's in love." Kitty's arms folded over her slender waist. An accomplished grin phased over her face. Rogue glared at her.

"What?" The corner of Betsy's mouth twitched up.

"Oh my gosh!" Kitty beamed a mischievous beam. "You're a psychic- that's like a shrink right?"

Cue death stare from Rogue.

Betsy chuckled. "As much as I would love to psychoanalyze you, I'm afraid Logan has called us to the starting line."

"What happened to his annoying all call thingy?" Kitty asked. It's true, she really did have a short attention span.

Rogue rolled her eyes, dragging Kitty out the door. She never thought she would be so relieved to be interrupted by Logan.

At the starting line

"Come on, read my mind." Bobby said; he had a goofy grin on his face (think goofier than usual).

An exasperated sigh crossed Emma's lips. "You're thinking about nachos."

Bobby wagged a finger at her. "Dude. You totally get me."

A look of utter disgust shadowed her face. Did he just call me dude? Sorry Emma: Keep calm, and get a restraining order. Remy smirked- at least he wasn't the only one annoyed by Bobby anymore.

The rest of the girls swaggered up together, a force of feminism.

Logan stepped in front of the line, pacing as usual. He eyed the crowd. "Children," he said, almost calmly.

"We're teenagers." Bobby said.

"I prefer the term 'young adult'" Scott corrected further.

"DID ANYONE ASK EITHER OF YOU?" Forget the 'calmly' part. The Wolvie we all know and love burst forth from the raging Canadian. Creepy silence descended on the teams. "It seems we've had a shortage of camp activities this time around."

Internally, Rogue groaned. She really wasn't the activities type. She wasn't even the camping type. Kitty grinned though. She adored activities. They were just so… active.

"So, Chucks organized a little bonding experiment," if Logan rolled his eyes, he would do so now. "We're going to have a scavenger hunt." His grin hued an evil shade. "Your lists are in the mess hall. First one their gets a head start." Pause for drama. "Go."

A/N: Mk. So this chapter was a little short. But… if there's anything you want to see them hunt for (or if you just feel like responding) go ahead and leave a review! It would you know, maybe totally make my day;)