Katzztar: No, the show didn't give any of the X-Men's reactions to seeing Kitty and Lance together. My guess? They've probably accepted that the two like each other. Besides, they haven't really had the chance to worry about each other too much this season.

A/N: Sorry to any of you who are reading my other continuation series, I'm kinda stalled on what to write next on that one. I'll try to come up with something. I hope.

It was an hour and a half until the start of the dance, and the Brotherhood members were having a hell of a time getting ready.

Lucky for the guys, Tabitha had occupied Mystique's room, which included its own bathroom. Good thing too, since she had yet to come out since she shut herself in when they all agreed to go to the dance. God knows what she could possibly have been doing for those three and a half hours, but the boys sure as hell weren't eager to go in and find out.

Todd jumped through the kitchen window, landing roughly on the linoleum floor, a bit of plastic with a $25 price tag stringing behind him. He spotted his fair headed friend on the couch sleeping… well, partially on the couch… sorta. Quicksilver's legs had been draped over the cushions, but the rest of him seed to be resting under the living room table. He shook his head, quickly running up the stairs. Only to see Lance peeking his head out at him. Out from Pietro's room, in fact.

Weird, yo.

"Is he still sleeping?" Lance whispered. Todd gave a tentative nod, unsure if Lance meant Fred or Pietro, before his friend stepped out. "Whew."

"Hey, that's a pretty nice shirt!" Todd smiled, moving closer to inspect it.

"Shh!" Lance placed his hand against Todd's mouth.

"You know, Pietro has a shirt that looks just like that. Hey! That is Pietro's shirt!"

"Be quiet!" He hushed, "Pietro doesn't know I'm borrowing it." He clamped his hand down further as Todd mumbled something against him. "Shh."

Todd nodded his head, signaling he'd ease up on the volume. "Dude, he's gonna kill you. And then steal Kitty away."

"Not my Kitty!" Infuriated, Lance shouted out his defiance.

"Hey, yo. I was kidding. But now you woke him up, and he's gonna see you wearing his clothes…"

Lance's eyes widened, so he quickly ushered his friend into his bedroom. "Gotta hide."

"Hey!," Todd begin to protest, his fingers brushing against Lance's sleeve. "Heeeeeyy! That's pretty tight. What's it made of?"

"Dunno. Check it for me." Lance leaned down, lifting the collar for his friend to see.

60% silk, 40% cotton. (A/N: I should really have chosen a 100% long staple Egyptian cotton, but what the hey. They're both good) "Niiice. Ya know, we should probably sell Quickie's clothes, we'd probably get a bundle for it."

"For the good of the team, right?'

"Yeah!"

"And you're gonna take them from his room?"

"Hell no, you're the leader!"

"But it's your idea!"

"But you're the leader!"

"But - never mind. Whatcha got in the bag?" Lance inquired.

"Oh! Check it out." Todd ripped open the plastic, exposing the $25 tuxedo. The $25 tuxedo complete with ruffled yellow shirt and a red tie. "Pretty snazzy, huh?" Todd grinned, eyeing his newest set of clothing.

"I think you overpaid."

"Hey! This is one damn fine tux, if I do say so myself."

"Well it's just you."

As a knock came on the door, Lance quickly started undoing the buttons on the shirt, careful not to cause any wrinkles. He help his breath as the hinges squeaked open.

"Hey guys, anyone know how to tie this thing?" Fred held out a long, wrinkled, striped tie. He seemed to have forced himself into a mustard suit and a yellow shirt, which must have seen better days.

Lance exhaled. "Nope. That's exactly why I'm not wearing one." He shrugged on a blazer, completing his earlier fit of blue slacks and nice, but simple, white shirt.

"Hey Lance, that's a pretty nice shirt," the Blob acclaimed. "I didn't know you had anything that nice hanging around. Pietro does, though. You know, it looks awfully familiar."

Lance sighed. "So I borrowed it, okay?"

"Without asking?" the portly teen gasped.

Lance groaned, covering his eyes.

Speed jump about fifteen minutes. I was gonna do something with Fred's hair….. But it's late, and I can't come up with anything. Ok, ok. Umm…. It happened during "Mindbender". When Kitty goes to the Brotherhood House and upsets them by accusing them of kidnapping her, they become enraged. Fred throw a bowl at her, which hits Todd on the shoulder. Todd tries to slime her face, but she lets it phase through her, which finally lands right before Tabitha. She gets mad, makes a huge energy bomb, and tosses it at Kitty, who's running for dear life. The bomb bounces off the wall, gets kicked away by Pietro, shaken off the chandelier by Lance, hits Kitty on the head just before she runs out, then lands on top of Fred. It explodes. And now we know why Fred had no hair. Once again, the X-Men are causing nothing but trouble.

Lance pounded on Tabby's door, "Hurry up! We're gonna be late."

"Yeah, he doesn't wanna miss a single moment without his Kitty Kat." Todd laughed.

"Hey! I do not! Wait - I do too. Or, uh, which one means I agree?"

Fred smiled. "The other one."

"Which other one?"

"That one."

"Huh?" Lance scratched his head, confused.

Score one for the Blob.

"Hurry up Tabby, I wanna get to school before all the psychos get on the road."

"Oh Lance, we are the psychos, remember?" Tabitha Smith called from the other side of the door.

"Oh Yeah. Well, hurry up anyways."

"Fine." Tabby stepped out, dressed in leggings, gloves, a poofy skirt, some sort of a tiara (but had her hair done up rather fashionably); everything we saw on the show.

Oh my god. Is she actually wearing that?

Damn, she's gonna wear that? I hope she doesn't make me dance with her.

She gets to wear stuff like that and I'm stuck wearing a tie? Aw, this bites.

"Saddle up cowboy."

"Let's roll." Lance snickered. "Get it? I'd usually say Let's rock!, but I said roll this time. But it make sense, you know? Like Rock & Roll?"

Several groans could be heard while the four stepped out to Lance's Jeep.

Another day, another bad rock pun.

Meanwhile, Pietro still lay on the floor, sleeping peacefully as the guys drove off. "Mmm…Rr… pretty." The words came from his mouth, seemingly from a dream. But who would Pietro be dreaming about?

Who indeed.

Son of a! I wonder why in the world it got cut off. I hope this fixes it.