A/N: Thanks again to my reviewers; you guys are the inspiration for my laptop keys! This will be a short chapter, because I actually wasn't going to do this scene even though I hinted at it, but I got motivated and had a lot of fun writing it. So as a bonus there'll be 3 updates for the price of 2! Hope you enjoy it!

-Institute, dinning area-

By dinner time news has spread throughout the institute that Professor Grey is back.

Most of the students have taken turns going to say a brief hello to Jean, with Hank supervising, wanting to keep her interactions limited. Betsy was alongside him to monitor her mental state as well.

Now Betsy sits down at the table currently occupied by Alison and Ororo. Both ladies are already eating.

"Ladies…" Betsy says politely as she sits down. She's hoping against all hope that with the truth about Aaron and Jean waking up that somehow her activities last night won't be the topic for discussion. "So crazy thing about Aaron being a clone, huh?"

Ororo smirks at Alison who rolls her eyes dramatically before saying: "Girl, are you kidding me right now?"

"Huh?" Betsy still hopes she can play dumb and get out of this.

"If you think for a moment that we about to let you just sit her and be all 'hey funny about Aaron being a clone huh?' you are out of your-"

"Alison," Ororo interrupts giving Betsy a look of understanding. "If Betsy doesn't want to talk about her relationship with Hank then we have no right to pry…"

"But…" Alison crosses her arms pouting as Betsy shoot Ororo a grateful look.

"Even though both Alison and I have been completely candid and open with you, we have no right to expect you to do the same." Ororo states casually savoring a bite of her baked tilapia.

Alison smiles eagerly, picking up on Ororo's ploy. "Yeah Betts, I'm sorry. I mean after all just because we consider you to be our friend, that doesn't force you to feel the same way…" Alison adds with a sad look.

All three women sit in silence for a moment before laughing hysterically.

"All right you tarts, what do you want to know?" Betsy asks, almost afraid of the answer.

Alison shrugs before saying: "Just two things: Length and width."

Ororo coughs violently and Betsy turns red at her question. "Alison!" Ororo chastises when she recovers.

"Not if he was nice or kind or anything like that…?" Betsy asks

"Please Betts, this is Hank we're talking about." Alison replies annoyed. "The guys' like, the ultimate gentleman sweetheart, he probably has a masters in foreplay and a PHD in TLC. That's a given. I wanna know something I don't know."

Betsy blushes even further, agreeing with Alison's assessment. "He is all those things and more…" her face taking on a wistful quality to it. He was a passionate, giving lover, she gets the shakes just thinking of all the things he did to her.

And will do in the very near future…

"So?" Alison nudges Betsy to shake her out of her daydreaming.

Betsy face turns nearly as purple as her hair but she manages to choke out: "He is very… blessed…"

Alison jumps from the table squealing. "I knew it!" She holds her hand up for Betsy to give her a high five, who despite the absurdity of it doesn't leave her hanging. "Man!" Alison sits back down with a slightly dejected look on her face.

Ororo looks at Alison quizzically. "What is it Ali?"

"You've got Logan, Betts has Hank, even Rachel got herself a little something… I'll be the youngest old main in this dump… next Marie that is…" Alison says smirking. Betsy looks over at Ororo who is now watching Logan as he eats alone.

"I don't have Logan…" Ororo responds still watching him sit in solitude. "And my odds of that happening dwindle more and more by the day…"

Betsy takes Ororo's hand to comfort her and Alison again rolls her eyes heavenward.

Those things are gonna get stuck in the back of her head one day…

"Coma girls' got nothing on you Ororo, you're the one he wants. Jean and Logan are a never was, never will be, kinda thing."

"Keep your voice down!" Ororo whispers harshly. "And how can you be so sure Alison?"

"Though you wouldn't know it from my massive failures regarding the opposite sex; I know men. And I know when a guy wants a girl and when he doesn't. I've seen it in his eyes Ororo, he wants you. Bad."

Now it's Ororo's turn to blush as she remembers that she could feel just how badly he did want her. Betsy doesn't mean to but she can see clearly Ororo's memories of that night.

"So Betts, I need some more details… was it soft and silky like humping a bear skin rug or was it harsh and scratchy like getting ridden on a shag carpet?"

"Two situations, I'm sure you are intimately familiar with Alison!" Betsy blurts out causing Ororo to snort. Alison laughs too completely unashamed.

"Actually both happened in the same night!" Alison laughs "I was doing a show in New Orleans and this ridiculously hot Cajun boy had snuck back stage. Now apparently he wasn't even a fan, he was there for another reason all together…"

As Betsy listens to Alison tell her story, she can't help but feel a shiver of content ripple through her. She never expected to be this happy, so far away from home.

-Media room-

Bobby has been watching Kitty and Piotr flirt with each other all night and he feels sick to his stomach.

He bumped into the big Russian a couple hours ago coming from Tabitha's room, again, and he literally reeked of her. Bobby, being the good friend that he is told him to take a shower before Kitty came back from shopping with Rogue and Amara.

If he had any kind of sense he wouldn't have said anything, or better yet taken a picture of him leaving Tabitha's room bare-chested. But no, Bobby was the nice guy, the guy that didn't want to cause any waves or upset anyone. He was also the guy who was watching the girl he wanted shamelessly swoon over the guy cheating on her.

"Man I hope you are staring at Kitty like that and not at the Tin Man…"

Bobby turns around and sees Aaron walk in with Rachel, she rubs his arm lovingly before heading off to the mini fridge by the pool tables.

Dude's been here a hot second and he's got a chick… I practically grew up here and I'm still riding solo…

"Sup Aaron," Bobby speaks absently, looking back at Kitty who is giggling at something Piotr says. Without meaning to freezes the can of soda he's holding solid.

"Too bad you don't have a defrost power, huh?" Aaron quips. Bobby might be one of the few people at the school who didn't like Aaron. To Bobby it felt like he always had something smart to say. Normally he didn't mind a little sarcasm, but he felt with Aaron not having been here long, he hadn't earned the right.

"You're hilarious, you know that?" Bobby gets up from the couch and walks from the room to the kitchen. He doesn't even notice Aaron following him until he puts the can in the sink to defrost. "What man, what?"

Aaron doesn't seem slightly fazed by Bobby's attitude in fact he looks amused.

Pretty cocky for a guy with a lame copy power…

"Why don't you just tell her man?" Aaron asks, grabbing a soda from the fridge.

"Tell who, what?" Bobby asks, annoyed.

"Tell Kitty," Aaron looks around to make sure they're alone. "That ol' Vlad the Impaler has been impaling Tabitha… and Teresa…"

"What?" Bobby knew about Tabitha, but Teresa too? He didn't think she swung that way. In fact he was sure he saw her staring at Amara's butt a couple times. "How do you know about that?"

Aaron smirks, taking a sip before answering. "Bro, this "Institute for Higher Learning" is just high school with a better budget. And like any high school, word always gets around."

Bobby nods his head at the truth of Aaron's statement. "But I can't just tell her." Bobby argues. "Best case I'm the "good friend" who didn't want her to get hurt and I never have a shot. Worst case I'm the snake who ratted out his boy for some booty and… I never get a shot…."

Aaron laughs and then nods. "Yeah, you definitely on point with that…" Aaron appears to be considering something. "But what if one of her girls told her? Then you could be right there to… console her in her time of need."

Maybe you're not the complete douche I thought you were…

Bobby smiles at this, it does seem like a good idea. But then he frowns saying: "That makes me the rebound guy… everybody knows the chick is always just friends with the rebound guy…" Some times the rebound guy at least gets rebound sex, but if Kitty wasn't hooking up with Piotr she definitely wasn't gonna hook up with a guy she wasn't even dating.

"The trick is to let her girlfriends comfort her, while they talk you up to her." Bobby turns around to see Tabitha standing there, he looks back at Aaron who only shrugs as if he knew she was there the whole time.

"I'll let you two sort this one out…" and Aaron leaves probably off to find Rachel.

"So Tabby, what's up?" Bobby asks trying to see how much she knows.

Tabitha appears to be having none of that. "Listen; do you want me to let Kitty know or what?"

"But why would you…?"

"Tabitha sighs leaning against the fridge. "Cause I'm tired of his whining! 'Oh Tabitha I should not be doing this, oh you feel so good!' 'I can't believe I'm cheating on Kitty, nyet don't stop!' Ugh! It's so annoying! If he really felt bad about it he would be texting me all the time, sneaking to my room almost every night…" Tabitha adds, obviously frustrated.

"So why bother with him at all then?" Bobby asks curiously.

Tabitha raises an eyebrow in disbelief, before smiling warmly. "Drake my man, you are perfect for Pretty Kitty. I'm gonna work on putting the two of you together." Tabitha leaves the kitchen and Bobby just stands there wondering how'd his luck change so fast.

-Media room-

Aaron and Rachel sit next to each other watching TV saying nothing. Not out loud at least.

You wanna head down there once everyone's asleep?

Yeah seems like that's the best time to do it.

You sure you're okay with this? I mean this is your mother we're talking about.

I know, but it's gotta be done. What I want has to take a back seat to what's more important.

What could be more important than what you want?

So sweet. It's cute how you're still trying to butter me up even after we've slept together numerous times.

Well I want to keep the ride going don't I?

Good answer. It's not weird for you talking to me like this?

No. One of my first… friends… was a telepath… so-

You slept with her? You are such a slut!

Can you call a man a slut?

In your case I'll make an exception. So how many other telepaths have there been…?

Let's just say… I have a type… and leave it at that?

Rachel doesn't answer telepathically, she simply slugs him as hard as she can with the flat of her hand. When Aaron yelps in surprise everyone looks over at them.

Finally learned how to throw a punch huh?

You're a good teacher.

And I have soooooo much more yet to show you…