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A/N: I must apologize for the last chapter. It was rather OOC, plus Lance and Kitty were a bit too blissful considering the circumstance. As I said, first story. Thank you Angel Priestess for all the help you've been giving me! You really made me look at some of the decisions being made in this fic. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed as well!

Kitty and Lance sat in the place designated for the four to meet back up. The air surrounding them was tense and somber, with a slight hint of guilt. The two sat alone in silence, feeling regretful.
"You know, I can't believe I let myself get that caught up in the moment. We were so disrespectful to Evan." Kitty bowed her head in shame.
Lance looked at the manila wall in front of him, not knowing what words would make Kitty feel better. He didn't share her compunction; Evan had never tried to be anything more than a nuisance to him. Although that much was true, he was still guilt ridden that he didn't share her sense of compassion. Maybe he was right in the first place. They were too different to begin with; he would never feel like he was enough for her. This just helped prove his point.
"Kitty, you shouldn't feel bad because of what you did. I'm sure Evan would have wanted you to be happy." She forced a grin at Lance's meek attempt.
"Lance, you know just as well as I do what Evan would have wanted…" Lance cracked a smile, seeing her sense of humor was beginning to recover. "He would have wanted us all to be like, weeping openly and sharing what we remembered of him."
Kitty stifled her giggle as Jean fast approached from the opposite end of the corridor. It was more than apparent that Scott wasn't going to appear behind her anytime soon.
"C'mon you guys, lets go, Scott's in trouble." She was out of breath and didn't stop to wait for the couple to stand. They scuttled to their feet and broke into a fevered stride along side her.
Scott sat hunched in the corner, unconscious and bound with dirty laundry. Mystique brushed off her hands, only half pleased with the job. Did no one buy rope anymore? It was to her advantage that the residents in the mansion we're slobs who evidently never did laundry. Bending down she traced the outline of his face with utmost care. Finally she had him, even though he hadn't consented. In time he would learn to acknowledge the bond the two shared. Of course she would have to leave town with him, even her own lackeys would realize that this was her weakness. She wasn't sure when her obsession had even started, it was all a hazy blur. The only thing she was sure of was the grip it had on her. He was constantly on her mind, occupying every crevice of her thoughts.
Scott stirred from his violently induced slumber. Careful not to make Mystique aware that he was now fully conscious, he began working on the blouse tied securely around his wrists. Talk about a twist in reality, this was the last thing he had expected. Being tied up by dirty clothing in itself was laughable.
"Scott!" she hissed his name with a saccharine undertone. "Don't fight it!" *Whack!* Mystique fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Above her limp body stood Lance with a mop over his shoulder.
"You don't know how great that felt..." Lance chuckled. Jean ran over to where Scott was propped up and unbound him. She helped him to his feet and took a step back, gazing at him for a moment.
"Scott, you, I'm. Scott I'm sorry about what I said earlier." "No I deserved it, and we have plenty of time to sort everything out, but Jean..." Scott put arm around her shoulder and led her several feet away from Lance and Kitty. "Can you not discuss some of the things you said to Lance, or Kitty for that matter?" Jean smiled, and nodded her head in agreement. "So can we take this heap of garbage and dump it? I'm getting hungry." Lance stood with one hand on the small of Kitty's back, the other supporting the comatose Mystique that was flung over his shoulder. "I don't know about dumping her, but I'm sure the county jail has an empty slot." Jean said as they began strolling down the stairs. "Who should we tell first about Evan? I think Ororo has the right to know foremost." "Good plan Kitty. Jean and I will head of and try to find her. You and Lance find the professor and do something with my stalker." They once again headed their separate ways. Only this time on a more contented note…

A/N: Alright, there will be one more chapter to this story that should suffice. It will be more of a wrap up chapter than anything else. Expect Lancitty! Please review, criticism is extremely beneficial for me if I want to improve as a write! Thanks again!