***************************************************************** (7) Pietro stood shell-shocked at the doorway of his room, looking in on the disaster that had happened before his eyes by the redheaded demoness that made him feel uncomfortable and happy every time her eyes were on him.

He still didn't understand these feeling as he never felt like this before. It had usually been a girl chasing after him, feeling nervous and excited being around him, as they had told him countless times, but now as he watched her destroy the order of his room he started to think that the tables had been turned.

And he wasn't really sure he was comfortable with it.

"What have I got myself into." he muttered, thinking how long it would take to clean this up.

Dixion had not only the idea that his room was open to her but she was determined to find the perfectly matched outfit out of his clothes.

Thrown all over his bed were his jeans, and pants. On his chair, that was comfy but he had to admit it was ugly, was all his T-shirts and shirts, and now Dixion stood half inside his closet, scrutinizing his sweatshirts and just aimlessly throwing them over her shoulder on to the floor.

Every once and awhile, she would stick her head out of the dark cave of his closet, to make sure he was still there, and grin devilishly at him. This only made him feel worse. Finally, she stopped chucking stuff, and collapsed on the floor, surrounded by clothes, to look at the mess she made.

"Don't worry Speedy" she grinned, pushing hair out her face, "I'll clean it up after."

"Speedy?"

Dixion was caught off guard for a moment. "What? Oh, you don't like my nickname for you?"

Pietro stammered. "Um, I, I guess its ok, but I do prefer my name."

"Ok, whatever." She went back to sorting through the clothes.

Pietro finally decided it was safe to enter. "So you find anything you like, or did you just mess up my room because you're still pissed."

Dixion eyes flicked up to meet his and he had to stop himself from gulping from the look.

"Believe me Pietro, if I was still pissed, you would know." She stretched across the floor and gathered a heap of clothes, and stood up. "Out."

"Excuse me? This is my room."

"Well I don't think either of us would be comfortable having you standing there while I change."

Pietro blushed slightly. "Oh, right."

Dixion just shook her head, and pushed him out.

Defeated and shocked, Pietro sat on the floor in front of his room, waiting. While there, the other guys finally had the guts to come up.

Lance walked over and nudged Pietro. "So buddy, where's Dixion?"

"In my room."

"Yo, so why are you out here guy?" Todd joined in. "She tossed you out of your own room?"

"Harsh." mumbled Freddy around his sandwich.

"No. I'm out here because she's changing."

"Oh." the guys muttered together.

Then it seemed to dawn on them.

"So why are you just sitting there?" yelled Lance. "You've got your own private peep show in your room and your out here like some little school boy."

Pietro stood up and grabbed Lance by the shirtfront. "Cuz buddy, that private peep show in there can probably beat the shit out of us, BY HERSELF and I don't want to have that kind of power against me, ok?"

"Yo cool it Pietro. We didn't mean anything by it." Todd stuttered. "Right Lance?"

"Yeah sure."

Pietro let go of him and leaned against the wall.

Just then, Dixion finally walked out looking just as good to the guys as she did in her own clothes. She wore a pair of Pietro's jeans that looked just like a second skin and an over sized grey sweatshirt, one strap of her black bra could be seen because the sweatshirt didn't sit quite right.

She did a little twirl and looked at them expectantly. "So, how do I look?"

"Great." Pietro gasped. His blood pressure sharply increased, and he felt twice as uncomfortable.

"Fabulous." Lance grinned.

"Yo." was all Todd could make out.

"Mmmmmm." Freddy mumbled, but no one could guess if it was directed at Dixion or his sandwich.

Dixion rolled her eyes at them. "Geez, you'd think you guys had never seen a girl before." She patted Pietro's arm. "Thanks Pietro, I feel much better."

Before anyone could respond, she turned around, strolled back into Pietro's room, and sat on the floor.

The guys stuck there heads in. "Um, Dixion what are you doing?" Pietro questioned.

"I'm going to clean up your room but I have to concentrate. I'm a little rusty. SShhhhh." Dixion closed her eyes and sat completely still for a moment. When she opened her eyes again, they had turned completely black. She looked at the guys and grinned most evilly. Lance remembering how her eyes had changed before backed away.

Then before they're eyes, with a twist of her wrist, a gust of wind entered the room and the clothes began to swirl around. Then just as simply, Dixion plucked out certain items at a time, and put them away. As the clothes disappeared, so did the force of the wind, until it was completely gone. Dixion's eyes changed slowly back to their original color and she wobbled a little.

"Whoa, that sure takes it out of you. I seriously need more training."

All the guys could do was stare, shocked.

Freddy was the first to come out of it. "I'm hungry."

Lance and Todd looked at him, disgusted. "You're always hungry twit. That's why we hardly have any money to do anything. You're gonna eat us out of house and home." Lance grumbled.

Dixion stepped in. "You know what Freddy? You're right. We should eat something. I for one am totally starving."

Freddy beamed at his praise, that could be his one and only.

"Hmmm, the question now is take-out or do I cook?" Dixion started down the stairs, followed dumbly by the guys. ************************************************************************ Xavier Mansion-

Kurt stood dumbfounded, holding the phone.

"Hey Kurt, who was that?" Evan strolled in, to raid the refrigerator.

"Dixion."

Evan started to choke on his Coke. "Dixion? Where is she?"

"She didn't say. Just that she vas fine and not to vorry."

"Well have you told the Prof. yet?"

"No, she just called. I'll go tell him now." Kurt disappeared in a cloud of smoke and Evan was left to recover on his own.

Xavier's office-

Charles looked relieved but was still a little worried. "Kurt you are sure she is fine?"

Kurt stood and thought. "She sounded fine. Vhere she is, I have now idea."

"Well I am glad she's fine."

The two lapsed into quiet, lost in their own thoughts.

Kurt hesitated a moment. "Professor?"

"Yes Kurt?"

"Vhy exactly is Dixion here? She seems to be able to take care of herself and it's not that I don't like having her here but-"

"Of course. I understand. Her parents died a while ago in a car crash, and since then she's been on her own. Even though I have written her countless times, asking her to come live here. I think she finally came because she felt lonely, but the true reason, I wouldn't know. You will have to ask her that yourself. But please Kurt, give her some time to adjust being here."

"Of course Professor."

"Thank you for the information Kurt."

"No problem. I'll go now." And Kurt disappeared again.

Xavier pushed a secret button under the rim of his desk, which opened a passage in the wall to Cerebro. He wheeled down the passage. When he reached Cerebro, he booted up the computer and put on the head attachment. He began scanning Bayville for any detection of mutant power. Except for the signals in the mansion, all else was quiet. He was losing hope. Then Cerebro locked on to something. The computer began to scan.

The cold voice of the computer began to speak: "Scanning records for signature..........signature found." A display came up. "Name: Dixion Hayes."

Xavier sighed, and the tension faded. The computer locked on to the location of Dixion. Suddenly the tension, a long with worry crashed over him when he saw the location. ************************************************************************ Brotherhood-

Dixion had flung herself into a large cushion chair in the living room and sat, humming Pink's '18 wheeler' while flipping through the phone book, looking for a good take-out place.

The 'brothers' of the Brotherhood were spread out through the kitchen, listening intently to Pietro as he explained, as quietly as he could, Mystique's plan for Dixion.

"Ok guys, do you understand? We have to keep Dixion on our side and here as long as we can. If it works out, we try to get her to move in. Then we're just a few steps away to having her against those X-freaks." Pietro stated proudly.

"And, what do we do if she doesn't go for it, yo?" Todd questioned.

"We're screwed, and Mystique will have our heads." Pietro's somber tone made the words hang in the air for a long time.

From the living room came the happy sound of Dixion humming, and the flurry of turning pages.

The brothers looked at each other silently, and then nodded to Pietro. "Ok then, we're agreed. We have to make this work." he turned to look at the clock. It was just after 6:30. "Todd, go talk to Dixion about the food."

Todd began to moan. "Come' on Pietro. She freaks me out. You can't make me do this. You know how weird she is."

"Well, unless you want to be pinned under glass in Mystique's office, I suggest you go talk to her."

"Fine. I'm going." Todd started out of the kitchen. "But I'm too young to die." he added under his breath.

Dixion had stopped humming, but she hadn't moved from where she had thrown herself when she had come downstairs. Todd leaned over the back of her chair. "Um, yo, you find anything yet Dixion?"

She looked up at him. "Oh, Todd. Nah, nothing yet, but I don't know what you guys like anyway."

Todd nodded. "Believe me; we eat about anything when we actually get to eat."

"Oh, I see." Dixion threw the phone book on the floor. "How much money you guys got?"

"Yo, I dunno, but it ain't that much."

Dixion looked up at Todd and thought. "I...think you guys should come to my place and eat."

Todd looked at her shocked. "You're kidding?"

"No. You guys are sorta my friends, and you've been nice enough to put up with me for couple hours so why not?"

"Um, yo, ah, hey Pietro!"

"What Todd?"

"Dixion says we should go to her place to eat. What you think, yo?"

Pietro zipped in followed closely by Lance and Freddy. He looked closely at Todd and Dixion. "You're nuts Dixion."

"Why is that? Because I'm being overly nice for a change? Well fine then I'll leave." She got up, ran upstairs to get her bag and clothes, and started for the door.

Lance jumped in. "No, no Dixion. We didn't mean that. It's just we don't think the X-fre- I mean your uncle would like us there."

"Screw what my uncle thinks. Screw what the rest of them think too. You're my friends, and you're coming to my place, got it?"

They all nodded. Fearful.

"Well come' on then." Dixion threw open the door, and strode out into the clear afternoon. ************************************************************************