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PART 2
"Fitting In"
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Betsy was breathing heavily as she dodged yet another giant metallic sphere as it rolled towards her with sickening speed. Her violet locks were plastered to her sweat-covered forehead as she leaped and avoided being hit by the lasers that now fired at her. As she was in mid-air, one of the crimson lasers hit her square in the chest. It was quite solid, surprisingly, and she gave off a light, pained whimper as she hit the ground with a dull thud, nursing her bruises.

"You're gonna hafta do better than that, kid," a gruff voice said from the door on the other side of the Danger Room. She looked over to see Mister Logan, staring at her disapprovingly, but moving in her direction to help her up, "if you're gonna have any hope to survive a real combat situation, you're gonna finish this course from beginning t'end without a flaw. Got it?"

"Yes, Mister Logan," she said, running a hand over her full-body pink and black uniform, with an X shield on each shoulder. Over the past couple months of being at the mansion, Betsy had worked her way through the ranks of the New Mutants, and was just barely qualified enough to be considered an X-Man. Her powers had earned her the codename "Psylocke," and she used them to a fair extent, however, her combat skills needed a significant amount of work.

"Let's boot up the program again, Chuck," Logan said, looking up to the control booth.

"I think Psylocke has had enough for the day," the Professor's voice came through a speaker in the Danger Room. Logan scowled, looking at Betsy. He thought to himself that she would never make it in a real combat situation, and growling under his breath.

"Go hit the showers, kid," he snarled, stalking out of the room.

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Betsy stepped out of the shower in the locker room, feeling quite refreshed. She dried off thoroughly. and pulled on her civilian clothes, more than glad to have them back on again. She regarded herself in the mirror, her brown orbs scanning over her ensemble making sure everything was perfect, particularly her lovely purple curls. She sighed, frowning as Logan's voice echoed in her mind.

//The kid just doesn't have what it takes, Charles//

//Give her time, Logan. It took all of the students a considerable amount of times to survive your rigorous training courses.// Sometimes Betsy wished she didn't have these telepathic powers, then she wouldn't know what everyone thought about her. She bit her lower lip and made her way upstairs via the elevator, watching her feet shuffle along the floor as she did so. As the elevator hummed and vibrated its way to the sunny side of the earth's surface, Betsy leaned against the steel wall, wishing she could somehow prove herself to her team mates, especially Scott. She smiled, thinking about him. He was so cute, although a bit too serious for her tastes, but he was in love with Jean. She could tell evertime those two were in a room together. Psylocke felt the little green monster rumbling in her head whenever she saw the redhead and team field leader together, but she always fought to push the devil back in her mind. The elvator doors finally slid open with a soft "swish," interrupting her train of thought. She made her way up to the girl's dorms, where she was rooming with Amara and Jubilee. She opened the door to her room, hoping to find a bit of peace and quiet, but, of course, fate had other plans.

"Hey Bets!" cried Amara, who was laying on her bed, her head dangling upside-down from the foot and her hair cascading on the floor in disarray, "how did training go with Mister Logan today?"

Betsy made a soft grunt in reply, stealing the remote out of Jubilee's hands and flicking the channel, giving the firecracker a dirty look for her programming choice, namely Total Request Live. She swore, if she had to suffer her way through the "Overprotected" video one more time, she would fling herself out the second-story bedroom window.

"Hey! I was watching that!" Jubilee pouted indignantly, "they were just about to show the number one video of the day."

"It's either Britney Spears, *NSYNC, or the Backstreet Boys, whoever didn't have their video in the third or second place," Betsy replied, flipping through the hundreds of channels too fast to even tell what was on, not that there was anything anyhow. Jubilee just huffed in reply, crossing her yellow-clad arms angrily and sticking her lower lip out.

"Would you pick something already?!"

"I'll pick when I'm good and ready," Psylocke said flatly, smiling to herself, enjoying the torture she was putting Jubilee through.

"Things are about to get ugly in here," Amara said, executing a roll into a sitting position on the floor, "I'm going to go find Bobby to see if he wants to play PlayStation with me or something." Her exit went unnoticed by either Jubilation or Elizabeth, who still had not chosen anything to watch, despite the fact she had gone around all the channels twice at lightning speed.

Betsy sighed, tossing the remote into Jubilee's lap, "Oh, well, nothing's on, I guess I'll just go downstairs and see if anyone needs me there." As Psylocke left the room, Jubilee frantically pressed the buttons to turn on MTV.

"Well, that's it for today, folks," the host said over the screams of insane teenagers, Jubilee squinted, swearing revenge under her breath. A shower of multicolored sparks came out of the remote as her anger grew, and she swore again, leaning over to rummage around in the drawers for her spare universal remote control.

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Betsy walked down the stairs, smiling to herself, thinking that she'd need to apologize to Jubilee a bit later, but, for now, the act of immaturity actually had made her feel a bit better. Kitty came bounding down the stairs next to her.

"Hey, Bets," she beamed, "Jean and I are going to the mall. You, like, wanna come?"

"No, thanks," Betsy replied, an inaudible sigh following, "I'm not really in the mood to go shoe shopping today."

"Oh, like, okay, not a problem." She blinked, the concept of not wanting to go shoe shopping was something completely foreign to her, "well, I guess I'll catch you later!" She skipped her way down the rest of the stairs beside Betsy, who headed towards the kitchen. Inside, she heard the voice of Logan and Professor Xavier.

"It's somethin' I need t'take care of myself, Chuck. Sabretooth is too much for the kids to handle."

Betsy recognized the name Sabretooth. Some guy that Logan had a past with, although no one ever really liked talking about it, so she really knew very little besides that. Logan had his memory problems, but it seemed that he quite clearly remembered most of his history with this "Sabretooth" character.

"Very well, Logan," she heard Xavier reply, "then I suppose all I can do is wish you good luck." She heard Logan close the door that led to the garage and a few moments later, the roar of his motorcycle starting up, then speeding away. She nodded to Professor Xavier as he wheeled past her and entered the kitchen, watching as Wolverine left the school grounds. Maybe this could be her opportunity to prove herself, maybe if she followed Logan and helped him beat this Sabretooth guy, then just maybe she could prove herself to her team mates. She nodded, having made up her mind, and sneaked into the garage, taking the keys to the X-Van and hopping inside, speeding off to follow Logan into town.

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To Be Continued...
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Part 3 is in the works, and should be uploaded sometime in the next couple of days... please review and let me know what you think! :)