A/N - For the person who asked. Yes. Toby is gay. Anyway, here's the next part.

Jean smiled.

"Hey.........you," Toby raised a slender and sceptical eyebrow at the red head.

"You look cute when you're asleep," Jean smiled brilliantly.

Toby blanched and edged a little further away, grabbing a handful of Kitty's sheets and holding them to his chest like a make-shift shield.

"I'm sorry. That was probably weird," Jean said, brushing her hair off her face.

"No," Toby quipped sarcastically, "you don't say?"

"So......." Jean said, toying with the fabric of Kitty's blankets. "What do you want to do?" She gave Toby a look that left absolutely nothing to the imagination of what she wanted to do.

"Ohhhhh no!" Toby leapt to his feet, dragging sheets with him, "no fear! I know what you're thinking and you can stop right there!"

"What do you mean?" Jean asked innocently. "Oh Toby, you don't have to play at being cute and shy," Jean stood and walked towards Toby. Toby promptly began to back away. Jean followed. "We're both adults here. And we both know what we want."

Suddenly Toby felt wall against his back.

"We do?" Toby gulped, trying to keep away from Jean as she pressed against him. The sheets from Kitty's bed still lay between them, clutched in Toby's hands.

"Sure we do," Jean smiled. She was inches from Toby's face, a small smile playing on her perfectly glossed lips.

"Jean, I don't think you should - " Toby was cut short as Jean's lips came in contact with his.

'HELP!' Toby's brain screamed, 'she's nuts! Psycho! Oh please, if there is a God let him come now! SAVE M - Oh god. Hand moving down! PIETRO HELP!'

Somewhere in the X-Mansion Pietro, who had been ahead of Lance and Kitty, wobbled slightly on his feet. He fell heavily against a wall, a hand pressed to his head.

"Oh my God!" Kitty gasped, "is Pietro alright?"

Lance rushed to his friend's side, Kitty close behind.

"Ohh, my head," Pietro moaned, rubbing his temples tenderly.

"What?" Lance asked.

"Jean was mind fucking," Pietro growled. "The bitch."

"What'd she do?" Lance frowned.

"It hurt," Pietro snapped, "that's what matters isn't it? And then she - " Pietro stopped suddenly, and his sapphire eyes widened. "Oh God," Pietro said, "Toby!"

"What?" Kitty frowned, "what do you mean 'Toby?'"

But Pietro was gone.

"Do doo do," Todd hummed the Mission Impossible theme tune softly as he and Freddy tip-toed from room to room in their 'professional' military style.

"Dodadoooooo....dodadoooooo........doo doo," Freddy joined in happily, the B.B Gun raised in true Tom Cruise style.

"Enemy sighted," Todd said.

"I shee them Miss Moneypenny," Freddy continued in a Sean Connery accent as he lay next to Todd, the tip of the gun poking between the banisters of the stairs.

"That James Bond," Todd frowned, "not Ethan Hunt."

"I know. I like 007 better."

"But Ethan had the cool cars," Todd hissed.

"Bond's were better. And he had more famous lines. 'Shaken. Not stirred.' An instant classic."

"Ethan's theme tune was better."

"Yeah," Freddy nodded. "But a theme tune doesn't make the man."

"Well, anyway," Todd whispered, "maybe we should get back to the job at hand?"

"Certainly."

"The fire."

Down below Kurt and Evan were talking, Kurt's voice rising to an almost hysterical pitch.

"I'm telling you Evan, I turned around and she was gone! Vanished!"

"Look man, she probably just got bored of your yabbering. Relax okay? She'll be fine."

"I can't rela - Oww!" Kurt rubbed the back of his head and looked around the room.

"What?" Evan asked. He jumped suddenly and yelped, slapping a hand to his butt.

"BANZAI!" came the cry from the stairs as Freddy and Todd leapt towards them.

"AHHHHH!" Evan and Kurt yelled in terror. Kurt teleported in a puff of sulphur, leaving Evan behind.

"KURT YOU JACKASS!" Evan managed before Freddy landed on top of him and he disappeared.

"Cool," Todd grinned as Freddy stood up, "Evan pancakes."

Evan groaned and began to stand slowly, the bone casing he'd pulled over himself melting back into his skin.

"AHH! It's still alive!" Todd yelped.

"Take your shoe off!" Freddy said.

"What?"

"Remember Lance?" Freddy asked.

"Ohhhh," Todd said slowly realisation dawning. Then he grinned. "That was a fun day." Todd whipped off his shoe and flashed his foot underneath Evan's nose. Evan promptly fainted.

"Nice work Toddy Chan," Freddy grinned.

"Yeah," Todd grinned, "no one can beat the Bubble Fu master." His eyes widened suddenly, and sparked mischievously. "Come one Freddy. I got an idea."

The door to Kitty and Rogue's bedroom flew open with such a bang Jean leapt about two feet into the air.

"THREESOME!" Pietro yelled, leaping between Toby and Jean and kissing Jean hard.

"What are you doing!?!" Jean yelled, pushing Pietro back so hard he fell against Toby.

"Did I do that?" Pietro feigned innocence. "Bad mouth. Bad." He gently smacked the side of his face.

"You are such a jerk Maximoff," Jean snapped.

"I'm sorry. Did I interrupt your date rape?" Pietro said, his voice suddenly cold.

"What?" Jean frowned.

"Jesus Grey, for a telepathic mutant with an A+ average you are such a dumb shit! Toby doesn't like you. He never will because you do crapp like this. You're pushy and nasty and you never listen to him. And you make him uncomfortable and uneasy. So I suggest you step off bitch."

Jean was speechless. For a moment she just looked at Pietro, stunned. Then her eyes flicked to Toby's, where he stood behind Pietro as if in shelter from a blow.

"Toby.......?" she said cautiously.

Toby just turned his head to the left, hiding his eyes from Jean's gaze.

"Chin up Princess Perfect," Pietro smiled. "You've still got Duncan. Or Scott. Hell, maybe some day Toby will warm to you," he flashed a wolfish grin that meant one thing to Jean and something else to Toby. "We'll just be going now. I hope you like this room."

"What?" Jean said, her head coming up like a startled deer.

"Too late," came Pietro's voice as the door slammed shut and a slight but definite click could be heard.

"PIETRO! OPEN THIS DOOR!" Jean yelled, banging her fists against the strong wood. "PIETRO! PIETRO!?!"

'Trust Pietro to run off,' Lance thought, kicking at the wall. 'What the hell did he mean by "Jean's mind fucking" anyway?'

"Are you alright Lance?" Kitty asked gently, laying a hand on the senior's shoulder.

"Yeah," Lance smiled. "I'm glad you're here though Kitty. You make this whole rotten mess worth it."

"Really?" Kitty asked, her eyes going slightly misty.

Lance took Kitty in his arms and smiled softly. "Really."

The two moved closer, their eyes closing as their lips got closer......

"Aww, Christ Lance! Get a room!"

The two teenagers leapt apart, startled. Todd and Freddy had just rounded a corner. Todd was hiding his eyes beneath his arm. Freddy was smiling in a fatherly-like manner.

"My big, bad leader all grown up and in love," Freddy sniffed, wiping away imaginary tears. He turned to Todd, "do you have a tissue?"

Lance blushed slightly, rubbing the back of his head in the way he tended to do when he was embarrassed. "How long have you guys been standing there?"

"Long enough," Todd made gagging noises.

"I am like, so embarrassed," Kitty blushed.

"Hey Lance," Todd said, ignoring Kitty, "we got a plan. Wanna help out?"

"Sure," Lance shrugged.

"Great," Freddy grinned. He paused and looked at Kitty. "Ahhh, what about her though?"

"Drag her along," Todd said, "she'll know where the bubble bath stuff is. Plus Lance won't whine then. He'll be happy."

"Hey!" Lance barked.

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