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X-men Evolution, though I do own Leo.
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Knock knock knock.
I opened one eye to glare at the door.
"Rogue," I hissed, "wake up."
Because, sure enough, I was in Rogue's room, Rogue curled up in a blanket in my arms.
"Gmaminotoo," she said sleepily.
"Rogue, wake up," I hissed urgently.
Rogue opened her eyes. "Wha… oh, no."
Knock knock knock.
"Rogue, you up?" Logan.
"Yeah, I'm up," she shouted quickly. Logan moved on to another room.
"What do we do?" I asked desperately.
Rogue looked embarrassed, but then relaxed. "Just go. If anyone sees you, tell 'em what happened."
"Good idea. Think they'll believe it?"
"Ah hope so."
I nodded. Then I walked to the door and opened it calmly, and strode outside. I had to resist running full out down the hall, since that would not help convince the others. For once in my life, luck was on my side, and I didn't run into anyone else. I glanced to my alarm clock, and was surprised to see that I had slept till six-thirty. I never sleep that late.
I gave a huge sigh and went to take a shower.
An hour later (I was getting better), I calmly stumbled downstairs and winced when I saw the eating frenzy in the dining room.
"Sorry I'm late," I said as I joined the others. Everyone but Rogue looked startled to see me.
"You're up early," Scott informed me.
"Actually, I'm later than I usually am."
Scott digested this information, and his breakfast. Kurt gave me a halfhearted glare, and went back to eating.
I grabbed the empty seat at the table, which happened to be between Logan and Kitty (my luck from earlier was holding), and fell to.
About five minutes later, half the people at the table were staring at me as I quickly put away my breakfast. I'm always hungry during the mornings, and this stuff was great.
"My compliments to the chef," I said between bites.
"…Thank you," Ororo said, eyebrow raised.
"Do you always eat like this, Junior?" Logan inquired.
"Only during the…" big bite, chew, swallow, "…mornings. Is today a school day? I've lost track."
"No," chimed in Kitty. "Today's Saturday."
"We were going to let you sleep in today," the Professor told me, "but since you're up already, are you going to need anything?"
"As in today, or as in during my stay at the Institute?"
"Your full stay."
I suddenly chuckled. "I… left all of my clothing in Seattle."
"That's, like, right up my alley." Kitty said.
"That's true Kitty. Leo, would it be all right if Kitty took you shopping. Logan can take you both."
For one insane second I almost told the professor that all I needed was directions to the closest clothing store and some money, when it hit me.
Kitty picking my clothes. Kitty liking the way I looked in said clothes.
"Great!" I said, a little too enthusiastically. Kurt, who had apparently figured out the same thing I had, glared at me.
"Good. You three can go after breakfast."
I fell to again, but then stopped. "Professor, how are you going to get me enrolled? I don't have a birth certificate."
Professor Xavier chuckled. "I have my ways."
Logan took a sniff, and then his head whipped from me, to Rogue, to me again. We both blushed hotly.
Scott turned to me. "Are you one of those 'early to bed, early to rise' types?"
"What?"
"Earlier, you said you had slept late."
"No, I'm one of those "late to bed, early to rise, my life depends on it' types."
"Your life doesn't depend on it."
"For sixteen years it has."
"Didn't you go to bed right after dinner, though?"
"Well, I was resting." I glared at him. "Despite what Hollywood seems to think, sliding underneath a semi at fifty miles an hour on a motorcycle is not an easy task."
Logan snorted. "This on top of the 'three-sixty stunt'?"
"Actually, they were the same thing."
"What happened?" Rogue asked incredulously.
"Ask tire boy here," both Jean and I said together. During this entire conversation, Scott had gone thirty different shades of red. Going for forty, I smiled wistfully. "That old lady was furious."
I got forty. Jean got a severe case of the giggles and had to leave for a few moments. I calmly pushed back my chair, and looked at Logan and Kitty. "You two done?"
"You bet!" Kitty said cheerfully. Logan nodded calmly. And we were off.
A half-hour later, Kitty was dragging me around the small Bayville mall, Logan trailing behind.
"What about this?" Kitty asked me, handing me a long sleeved button-up shirt.
"I was looking for something a little more casual."
"Oh, okay. If you want it casual… put it on. But don't, like, button it or anything."
I pulled it on. Kitty started to mess with the collar, causing my heart to try gymnastics.
"There! Now, you're from the street, so that'll be your mannerism. So, you'll want to, like, keep it like this."
Kitty had grabbed the collar of this shirt and pulled me to her. There was no way I'd ever mess with the collar again. She studied me carefully.
"This is a mix of hunter green and sky blue, so we'll go for dark blue jeans and a lime shirt."
After an hour of this, I was starting to consider yelling "Okay! Clothes are clothes! Can we go now?" Luckily, Kitty stopped there.
"Okay, I think we have enough of everything, now." Enough to what? Were we going to sell the clothes, and use the money to feed an army? "Now all you need is a jacket."
I breathed a sigh of relief for the words "a jacket". Luckily, I found a nice, warm, fleece jacket with tan leather right off the bat, so there was minimum fuss. On the way out, though, Logan pulled me aside.
"Why do you smell like Rogue?"
"Say what?"
"You smell like Rogue."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Be serious, Junior. You guys haven't…"
"What?" Then I got it. "WHAT?! No!"
"Just checkin', kid."
"Is that even possible?"
"Well, you are both teenagers. If you used your imaginations and your hormones together, perhaps…"
"Yeah, thanks for the images, Wolfie."
"Which brings us back to my first question. Why do you smell like Rogue?"
I told him the whole thing.
"Hmm, interesting." Logan said when I was finished.
"Try not to mention it to anyone. Rogue might not mind if someone knew, but I'm sure she'd rather they didn't."
"Course, Junior. Secret's safe with me."
"Thanks." By this point we had managed to reach the car. However, when we had packed everything into the trunk and back seat, there was no room for anyone to sit except for the front two seats. Logan, however, had the solution, which made me wonder if he had figured out my crush on Kitty.
"Junior, sit in the passenger side. Half-pint, sit in Junior's lap."
Then he smirked at me. Oh, he had figured it out.
He didn't stop there. No, he just had to make lots of sudden starts and stops, so Kitty would have to put her arms around my neck. By the time we got to the mansion, I was shaking like a leaf.
Logan let us off in front of the mansion. "You guys can go in," he said, smirking, "unless Junior here can't stand up."
I could, though just barely. With a low growl, which I knew he could hear because of his hearing, I grabbed several of the bags and headed for the front door, to put away my new outfits.