Televisions Cartoons and Mutants: Chapter 3

Author's Note: I wrote the first chapter for my friend Kellie, I didn't think it would actually go this far. Thanks for reviews. I'm not thoroughly pleased with this chapter so excuse it. It'll probably change between now and chapter four. Excuse spelling mistakes.

The walk was anything but pleasant. Kitty had stormed out in front of them, whilst Kellie and Jamie exchanged looks and darted after her. And so once again the walking continued, down passageways and corridors, upstairs and through rooms. Meanwhile, Kellie became curious and rummaged through her folder. A revolting gasp came from her direction as she whipped out a piece of paper from the bunch. "Algebra!? I have to take Algebra?! You've got to be kidding me.."

Jamie rose a brow to her flustered friend. Kellie despised math, and had always made it clear to everyone. Though Jamie found it amusing that Kellie would have to take it again, after suffering through the class already before. Leaving Kellie to wallow in misery of her classes, Jamie sprinted to catch up with Kitty, who was well away in front of them. It almost seemed she was purposely trying to avoid them.

"Yo." Was the quick remark from Jamie, as she came to end up side by side, and instep with the vivacious Kitty.

Kitty simply snarled to her, and looked ahead. " What do you want?"

This was going to go no where. Jamie became frustrated, she wasn't the one to turn down her energetic handshake, it was Kellie. But she supposed she had to be loathed by association. She'd keep trying. Kitty knew more about them, then Jamie and Kellie did about themselves.

"So this whole power thing.." Jamie began.

" Yeah, Pussy-cat, what about us?" Kellie had approached them, since Kitty had slowed down when Jamie started to talk to her.

"It's Kitty," She corrected, her lower lip protruding out in a pout.

"Whatever!" Jamie threw her hands up in the air. She was getting annoyed by the grudges the two were holding against each other. "What do you know about ours? What do we do?" Jamie asked in anticipation.

Kitty, raised a brow, and came to a halt in front of one of the many door of that hallway. She smiled, then laughed. Both Kellie and Jamie were take back. Not only had Kitty smiled to them, but she found something funny. What had they missed?

"You are like too much Jamie." Kitty said, she laughter dying down. " Like not knowing what your like gifts are.."

"But we don't!" Kellie intervened. She had wanted to know just as much as Jamie had.

"Funny," Kitty replied dryly, " Dinner's at six. Like make yourselves at home," She said unlocking the door to the unused room, for them. With a push, the door swung open. It was like all the other rooms, beds, dressers, desks. Nothing too surprising. Kellie was the first to begin to enter, pulling Jamie along, as Kitty embarked down the hallway in the direction they came. Jamie called after her.

"But the table, my bruise -- the head injury! Ever heard of AMNESIA?" The last part was slightly cut off as Kellie yanked Jamie into the room, slamming the door closed.

"You're an idiot Jamie." Kellie said, slightly amused, "You think she, of all people, would buy that?"

Jamie shrugged. "Hey, it was worth a try."

"True," Kellie cantered back, " But you know, our powers can't be anything too bad. We haven't killed or blown up anything by accident yet."

"Yet." Jamie added.

Dinner was anything but calm.

Jamie and Kellie both left early from their room, so that they could be punctual with their first social event with the rest of the students. Kellie said that she had recalled she had seen the dining room on her way in, but Jamie wasn't so optimistic. So when going down stairs and to the left lead them right into the dining room, they both frowned. They were a half an hour early.

"Well, I guess we wait then?" Kellie questioned, opting for a seat towards one end of the table.

Jamie clutched her gurgling stomach, as she sat down across from her. "But I'm so hungry.."

"Well, you should have eaten the popcorn instead of throwing it in my hair, earlier!" Kellie scolded.

"But --" Jamie began in protest.

"Heads up!" A young boy's voice came echoing from the near by hallway. With a 'whoosh' sound a large pointed spike whirled through the air, and jammed into the wall behind Kellie. Kellie sat frozen in her chair, eyes bulging out of her head. That was close.

"Daniel's steps up to the plate." Came another call. If on cue, an African boy with oddly cut blond hair rushed into the room. With a yank he removed the steak from the wall, and gripped it like a baseball bat. He shot a look to Kellie. "You may want to duck." He warned, while whirling the spike around like a baseball player would. Kellie took the incentive and dived to the carpeted floor.

Another boy, shorter in size, filed in tossing a tiny ice cube in his hand. Every time he grasped with in his fingers, he would throw again. Each time it would grow in circumference. It soon was the size of a regular baseball.

"Great," Jamie mumbled and slowly sank behind the table like Kellie had done moments before. But just enough so that she could still see what was going on.

"Drake winds up.." And the short blonde boy pulled back with his 'ice ball', and hurled the ball towards the other boy with the spike for a bat.

"The pitch!" Cried the iceman.

The spike boy swung. And with a crack of the two objects colliding, the make-shift baseball game was under way. The ice ball went flying in the air, across the room and down the hall way with incredible speed. Jamie jumped up in the air, and the boy, Jamie assumed was Evan by the use of his last name, was lapping around the dining room table, as if he was running bases.

"Home run!" Jamie and Kellie both cheered throwing their hands up, waving them around idiotically. The sound of shattering glass silenced all of them.

"Evan! Robert!" A gruff brogue sounded from the direction of the ball's path. The quartet quickly rushed into chairs at the table, pretending as if they were innocent as pie.

As if the own floor was rumbling with each step, the figure that owned the voice stepped into the doorway. His physique matched his burley tone perfectly. Unshaven, muscular build and hair that was parted into what looked like ears, the older man stared them all down. Evan began to whistle.

"Yer not innocent, ye'h both better watch it." He threatened. And with that he disappeared.

Kellie's eyes locked with Jamie's from across the table, and they both gulped in unison. Kellie mouthed 'Logan', her eyes motioning to where the man had just been in the doorway. Jamie nodded hastily.

Once Logan had left, Evan dropped his elbows onto the table, and glanced between the both of them "You must be new," He shot up a thumb and pointed to himself, " Evan Daniels, or you both can call me Spyke." And with a wink, they understood why he was called just that. Spear shaped things emerged from his shoulders and arms, before vanishing back into his skin.

"Bobby Drake," The other blonde haired boy replied after Evan was finished with his spectacle, "Your resident ice man." As he introduced himself his hand hovered over the glass in front of him, and a few ice cubed clunked down within it.

"Cooool." Jamie whispered breathless. No pun intended. Of course she'd seen him do stuff like that in television but it's a bit different when you're sitting a seat down from them.

"So what do you guys do?" Evan asked. Bobby's attention followed in the suit. Kellie went wide eyed.

"Well, we -- uh --"

"Evan Jacob Daniels! I know you mother and father taught you better than that!"

"Auntie O!" Evan, startled, jumped from his chair to his feet, and placed his hands behind his back. A small nervous laugh came from him.

A tall, slender woman with vivid ivory hair entered in a colorful wrap- around skirt and a blouse. The scowl placed on her features certainly clashed. It didn't look right with her face.

"You and Robert," She wouldn't forget to include him, for it was his ball of ice that broke the window, " Will be fixing the window and the wall this evening after dinner. Is that clear?" She raised a brow as she asked. Saying 'no', was not an option.

The both hung their heads with a frown. "Yes ma'am."

Jamie couldn't help but form an slight smile at the corner of her lips. Kellie, being the polite one, rose from her chair, to shake hands with the woman.

"Hi, I'm Kellie, and that's Jamie, " Kellie pointed to her as Jamie waved, "We're happy we're here."

The woman was impressed by Kellie's manners, shaking her hand in return. " Ororo Munroe, I'm glad you two have decided to live here with us." A soft smile came from her, "Dinner should be ready soon, make yourselves comfortable." Ororo shot a glare to the two boys, " Behave yourselves." And she left down the hallway. After a moment Ororo's voice echoed from the hallway, "They're in there Scott."

Not a moment later, Scott entered the dining area from where Ororo left. Jamie caught a glance of him and fell from her chair. Kellie placed a temple, shaking her head disappointed.

Once again, Scott rose a brow to see her collapse, and offered a hand to help her.

"You okay there?" He asked.

Jamie, dazed, just nodded. A faint blush crept onto her face. She opened her mouth to say something but another female voice cut her short.

"Scott, I couldn't find it."

And here entered Jean Grey. It was obvious by her lavender shirt and khaki cargos. Tendrils of ruby red hair cascaded down across her shoulders. Jamie watched, as she placed a hand on Scott's shoulder, and he turned to smile at her. Kellie snickered to herself seeing the fury in Jamie's eyes light up. Jean had always been the object of Jamie's coveting. It was humorous to see it in action now.

"I guess we can search after dinner," Scott said to her, sounding crushed.

"Don't worry, we'll find it." Jean reassured him, giving him a pat on the back before taking her seat ay the table. With a heavy sigh, Scott slipped into his regular seat, which conveniently and unfortunately was next to Jamie. Kellie saw that as an accident waiting to happen. At least she was okay. Jean wasn't so bad, seeing as the red head had flopped down next to her at the table.

Conversation soon stirred among the in habitants of the dining room. It almost went unnoticed when Marie walked in, in her gothic makeup and dark clothing. That was until she slid into a seat next to Kellie.

Jamie shot a wide-eyed glance to Kellie, who looked paralyzed with fear. 'Don't let her touch you,' Jamie lip synced to Kellie from across the table with bad sign language. She even drew her index finger across her throat, which left Kellie to swallow heavily.

It wasn't long after that Kitty appeared from through the wall, to join the others. Walking past Kellie, her nose upturned and acting far to snobbish for her own good, Kitty phased between the table, and took her seat by Jamie. Forget Kellie having problems sitting next to Marie, she was stuck next to the worst person here so far. Jamie hung her head, bitterly.

A tiny ring of a metal tapping against a glass grabbed everyone's attention. They all looked up to see the Professor had entered, with Logan behind him pushing the wheelchair. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, pleased to see everyone was here. Except one.

Kellie, not having Jamie attached to her right hip, leaned over and whispered to Marie. "Don't you just wanna wax the guy's head?" And she pointed to Xavier, with a laugh. Marie looked at her disgusted, raising a brow, before turning back to stare down to her empty plate. No one seemed to get along with Kellie's odd humor.

"Does anyone know where Kurt is?" The Professor asked from his position at the head of the table. Logan had ventured around to the other end and already taken a seat.

Jean rose her hand to speak, but was interrupted by the sudden bamf next to Kellie. Everyone at the table's attention turned to the seat.

"Sorry, ev'ryone. I got a little sidetracked." Kurt explained, embarrassed to be the last one to arrive.

"It's about time. Like we're all starving." Kitty cried from her chair across from Kurt.

"Now, now, Kitty," Soothed the Professor, "We will all eat in a minute. I would first like to introduce, if you haven't already met them, the two newest additions to the school, Jamie Cummings and Kellie Williams," While prompted both waved their hands respectively. There was a minimum clapping from around the table.

While the Professor gave them an introduction, Ororo had come through the doorway with a grand china platter, holding a perfect golden turkey on it. Setting it down in the middle of the table, which happened to be where Jamie was sitting, Xavier nodded towards the man at the other end of the table.

"If you would like to do the honors, Logan." He motioned, beaming.

Logan returned the grin, rising from his seat. Standing in between the two seats which held Kitty and Jamie, he shoved an arm between them. Snikt! And one long silver adamantium claw shot out from his knuckles and hovered over the cooked foul. Logan's devilish smile left Jamie looking at him in awe. Kellie was to do the same.

"Hey kid, white meat or dark?"