"I hated 'em too. It was like a teddy bear prom" ~Harrison Ford about
Ewoks

Disclaimer: Orli thinks this is rubbish. We don't own any of the featured characters. We do not own K.F.C. nor do we own rights to any other thing that we do not own rights to. I do, however, own you! Ha! Owned!

A/N: Okay so this was getting a bit too Scooby Doo for my good taste. I'm planning on trying to salvage the romance edge it had prior to the slaying of one Evan Daniels. Then again how often do you get to kill someone with a wire clothes hanger? Like I said, I'm hoping to get as far away from the bad mystery sub plot and work on something that I can handle without it turning totally cornball. Thanks for sticking with me! I will make sure there's a resolution to that plot twist though, no hangies for this story!

"Riff raff, street rat. I don't buy that, if only they'd look closer. Would they see a poor boy? No siree, they'll find out, there's so much more… To me."
Kitty looked in awe as Lance randomly belted out the Aladdin tune. She was completely mystified, not only was Lance a superb singer, but he must have seen a Disney movie somewhere along the way. The latter realization frightened her a wee bit.
"Did you see the way shades was eyeing me back there?" Lance quivered his lower lip while looking earnestly at Kitty feigning a weak impression of Scott.
"Oh smoldering gaze! I want you Lance! I, Scott Summers, declare my love for thee! You brooding hunk of man meat!" Kitty had fully recovered from the little fright back in the hallway. She giggled wholeheartedly and Lance did the same.
Lance spun around pressing Kitty into the wall. "I hope Summers really does has it bad for me, because the sentiment is more than mutual." Lance grinned his signature devilish smile. His attempt to keep a straight face was quickly shattered at Kitty's look of indignation.
"Don't say that…" Kitty quickly adopted a pout, "I must admit that I would prefer it if my boyfriend was strictly heterosexual."
Lance beamed at the words that had graced his ears. Not in his entirety had he expected this to actually happen.
"Boyfriend eh?" He leaned down and kissed her gently upon the forehead. "Lance, I would have anticipated more from a bad boy like yourself..." With that Kitty pulled Lance down to where his lips were in reach and passionately kissed him. This was going to be one relationship.

"So do you think Lance is going to be safe with Kitty? Maybe I should have paired off with him, and you and Kitty should have gone together." Scott continued to drone on rolling over multiple scenarios that could leave Lance helpless and alone.
Jean came to a sudden halt, and crossly folded her arms around her chest. It was several paces until Scott realized he was no longer walking beside someone. Turning around the look upon Jean's face made her feelings more than apparent.
"Jean, what is it now? You haven't seemed happy since we left Lance, and, err, Kitty."
Throwing her hands up in exasperation Jean started walking again, passing Scott. She then suddenly stopped and whipped around, coming excruciatingly close to Scott's face.
"Jesus Scott! All you've talked about is Lance Alvers! I don't seem happy? Well hahaha! Imagine that! We just came upon Evan's mangled body not long ago, which in itself should be reason enough for me to seem 'unhappy'." Scott took a fair size step back; he hadn't expected the normally collected Jean to snap like this.
"And another thing Summers" she now had her index finger in his face, "I exposed my true feelings to you. Something you have never truly done for me. Do you know what the response was? Of course you do, you after all were there! You acted as if nothing had happened; it was as if I had just told you we're out of whole grain cereal. You didn't give a rat's ass! All you seem to care about now is Lance Alvers!"
Scott backed up as Jean pushed forward, throwing his hands up in defense. "Jean, it's nothing like tha…"
"No Scott, it's exactly like that, I of all people would know, in case you've forgotten, telepath here. Let me key you in on a little secret Scotty boy…" Scott swallowed hard and leaned into the corner Jean had walked him into.
"Lance Alvers has absolutely no interest in what you have to offer. He's quite content with his little Kitty-cat and she'll keep him satisfied in ways you can only fantasize about. So it looks like we've reached a point Scott, you're my equivalent."
Scott looked at her in utter disbelief, a sadistic smile played about her face. "I can't have you, and you can't have Lance. Funny how you've ruined your chances with either of us. Then again the only thing standing in between you and Lance is a certain brunette, that and your penis. Word on the street is Lance isn't a fan of that type of thing, save his own that is."
She turned away from the visibly shaken Scott and proceeded down the hallway on her own. Jean had finally found her voice. It was no longer that she had to let people walk all over Miss Everyone's friend.

A/N: Thank you so very very much for sticking with me on this story. I know that there are some major loose ends that need tying up before this is all concluded. I promise I will get around to that, I just don't want to rush the story and make it completely half assed. Reviews and criticism are things that I desperately love, and I'm asking for. They really help inspire me and give me reason to write the rest of this story! Thanks again!