A/N: Okay. So I did the exact opposite of update quickly. But I'm here now so enjoy!

I do not own X-Men Evolution.

Rogue rolled her emerald eyes as they sprinted down the campsite. This was the exact kind of thing she would have counted as totally stupid two weeks ago. But seeing as they were tied with the boys in pranks/physical challenges, this opportunity couldn't go un-ceased. All she had to do was take a picture of her and her team with a few stupid objects and bam: winner winner chicken dinner.

So what was their first item?

Pinus insularis.

"What the crap is that?" Rogue snapped when she first read it.

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Easy. It's a pine tree," she glanced from Rogue to Betsy, who both had one brow raised. "Pinus? Hello?" She said. Geez it was hard being a genius sometimes.

"Whatever." Rogue said. She really didn't care what it was, just as long as she could mark it off the list. So they dashed into the woods where they would look for the spiny tree.

"Awesome." Kitty beamed, kneeling down next to the trunk and wrapping her arms around it.

"What are you doing?" Rogue said, like Kitty had just licked the side of a frozen light post.

"If we're taking pictures with a bunch of random stuff, they might as well be clever." Kitty said, like it should have been obvious. She looked at Betsy with a hopeful smile.

"I'm game." She shrugged, good-natured Switzerland that she was, and leaned down to hug the tree two.

Rogue rolled her eyes, snapping the picture. Thank goodness each photo only needed two members in it.

Meanwhile

"Pie-nus, in-sul-are-is," Bobby slurred as he looked over the paper.

Remy rolled his eyes. Really, the level of incompetence was almost more than he could bear. "Give me that," he said, snatching the sheet from Robert. His eyes carefully skimmed over the pair of words.

"That's a pine tree," (you idiot).

"Dude. That does not say pine tree."

Remy face palmed: what were they teaching these kids?

Piotr sighed, putting a hand on Remy's shoulder before the Band-Aid holding his patience together fell off and he unleashed his irritation in a Ragin' Cajun style explosion.

They rushed into the woods, right up to a tall skinny pine.

"Should we smile? Or do the stoic look?" Bobby said, placing a fist under his chin.

"Just stand by the tree Popsicle." Remy snapped. (Had he been in less of a hurry, he might have been amazed that Bobby knew what the word stoic meant.)

Meanwhile

"Why couldn't they just put calendar?" Rogue grunted. Seriously—this was the twenty-first century: if they really wanted to know what a "menology" was, they could just Google it. Instead, they had Kitty- self acclaimed super genius/ fashionista.

"Because having to figure it out adds to the adventure?" Betsy shrugged with an optimistic smile on her face.

Rogue just sighed. This is why she hated stupid stuff like this. "Whatever. Do either of you have a calendar?"

Betsy shook her head.

"I thought that was what phones were for?" Kitty said, wide eyed.

Rogue sighed again. She was going to have to sacrifice for the good of the team. "Fine. We'll use mine."

(Slightly later)

Kitty had on one of her devilish grins.

Betsy quirked an eyebrow. "I wouldn't have picked you for a Batman type." She held down a snicker. "At least not the 1960's one."

Kitty guffawed in the background. "Bang-Pow?" She managed through snickers, looking at the January page.

"It was a classic." Rogue snatched up her menology. "Besides Kathrine, I happen to know you have a LOTR chess set and Star Wars bedding, so you can keep your comments to yourself."

Kitty gaped. "You said you wouldn't tell anyone about that!"

"Can we just take the flipping picture?"

Meanwhile

"Easy peasy lemon squeezy."

Remy twitched, silent for a moment before uttering "How did you know what menology meant?"

Bobby grinned. "Basic vocab Rems."

Remy shook off the shock. "Call me Rems ever again and I will personally insure you never speak another word."

Bobby shrugged. "Fair enough."

Pete sighed. Working with these two was like being a nanny. A very muscular, Russian nanny… He really needed to surround himself with different company. "Were do we plan to acquire a calendar?" Pete said, wiping a tired hand down his face.

From one of his numerous pockets, Remy pulled out a pocket sized calendar. (What? An (ex)master thief can't be organized? Geez guys. Pocket calendars aren't just for nerds you know. Technology fails. And when your phone craps out on you, you'll be sorry you didn't have all your important events in a handy dandy pocket calendar. But where was I before I started this rant?...)

"Nice." Bobby said.

"Bobby?" Remy said, in a deceivingly patient voice. (Pete sighed for what had to be the millionth time today.)

"What?"

"Do you want to die?"

Bobby's nose wrinkled. "No."

"Then don't disrespect the pocket calendar."

A/N: So another short chapter… I've had writers block guys. Geez. It happens.

Please review. I need motivation/ inspiration! Please?