Hard Times for Hank

"Why did I let Storm talk me into this?" Hank muttered. "Oh yes, I remember. She threatened to fry me to a crisp if I didn't."

Kitty gave him a look. "Oh come on Mr. McCoy, how bad can it be being a driving instructor? I think that was a great idea of the Professors to have a driving class on the Institute's grounds."

"Yes remind me to thank the good Professor for that idea," Hank sighed as he got into the car. "Now Kitty remember this is a new car Professor Xavier bought just so we could have a car to drive in. Mainly because all the other cars are currently having repairs done."

"Gee I wonder how that could have happened?" Bobby asked snickering. In the backseat of the car were Bobby, Kurt and Amara.

"Shut up Popsicle Breath!" Kitty snapped.

"You wanna piece of me?" Bobby snapped.

"Bring it on!" Kitty made a fist.

"Now wait a minute," Kurt said. "Nobody wants to fight!"

"Why not?" Amara asked.

"This is gonna be such a fun day," Hank muttered. "Maybe it would have been less painful if she did fry me to a crisp." He paused a second to listen to the kids bickering in the back seat. "All right that's enough! All of you! Let's try to get through this as painlessly as possible shall we? Okay Kitty, we'll start with you."

"Why is Kitty going first?" Kurt asked.

"Because I have a permit so there!" She stuck out her tongue at him. Kurt started making faces back.

"That's enough!" Hank was definitely thinking about investing in migraine medicine stock. "Just pull out slowly and we'll start doing laps around the driveway. I SAID SLOWLY KITTY!"

"All right!" Bobby cried out. "Burn rubber baby!"

"I don't feel so good," Amara gulped.

"You're not the only one," Kurt clung to the doorhandle.

"Let's practice our turns shall we?" Hank sighed. "NOT TOO SHARP! NOT TOO SHARP! SLOW DOWN!"

"Where's the fun in that?" Bobby asked.

"I think I'm starting to turn green," Kurt moaned.

"Is this car equipped with airsick bags?" Amara cried.

"Oh come on," Kitty said as she turned. "I'm not that bad a driver."

"Yes you are!" Amara shouted.

"Mr. McCoy tell them I made that turn perfectly!" Kitty asked.

"Well you did do that turn quite well," Hank admitted.

"See!" Kitty exclaimed.

"There is one thing I should mention," Hank said. "You really need to have all four wheels on the ground as you turn. Okay?"

"HA!" Amara said.

"Oh really! Well watch this!" Kitty gunned the engine again.

"Kitty," Hank gulped. "What are you doing? You're not going to do what I think you are going to do are you? Kitty? KITTY WATCH THE GATE! WATCH THE GATE! AHHHHHHH!"

"That was awesome!" Bobby shouted with glee. "I love it when you phase through stuff!"

"You're the only one who does," Hank moaned. "Kitty what are you doing? We're not supposed to leave the Institute!"

"Oh come on Mr. McCoy lighten up!" Kitty said.

"Yeah let's party!" Bobby leaned over and tried to turn on the radio.

"NO RADIO!" Hank shouted. "Kitty turn this car around right now and take us back to the Institute right now!"

"Oh all right," Kitty turned the car around. "Spoilsport. Happy now?"

"I'd be happier if we weren't driving through the woods!" Hank moaned as several twigs and branches bounced off the car. "KITTY WATCH OUT FOR THE TREE!"

"I got it!" She phased right through it.

"I'm gonna die," Kurt moaned.

"You are not!" Kitty turned around.

"KITTY EYES IN FRONT!" Hank screamed. "WATCH OUT!" He unbuckled his seatbelt and leapt out of the car in record time. Kurt grabbed Bobby and Amara and teleported as Kitty drove the car into the Institute's wall.

Fortunately Kitty managed to phase herself out just before she could get hurt. "Oops," She gulped.

"Thanks a lot Pryde!" Bobby snapped. "I didn't even get a turn!"

"Thank god for small favors," Kurt wobbled to the trees to cough up his lunch.

"The car…" Hank blinked in horror as he saw the wreck.

"Wow I didn't know a car could catch on fire that fast," Kitty blinked.

"I'll put it out," Bobby used his powers to chill out the car.

"I think I need to lie down," Amara groaned.

"Okay so I had a little accident but I think I was doing pretty well," Kitty said nervously.

"Are you joking?" Amara gasped. "Please tell me she was joking!"

"So uh, when's our next lesson?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah next time I get to drive first!" Bobby said.

"CLASS DISMISSED!" Hank screamed at the top of his lungs. "PERMANENTLY!"