The Sister Visits

I don't own any Marvel, or Buffy things mentioned in the fic. I only own Steve/X. Once again, please try to do constructive criticism.

We come in to see Kitty stalking the mansion in search of Kurt and Evan. "Ow! Get your elbow out of my face!" "I can't help it! It's really cramped in here!" Kitty smiles and heads over to the closet were they're hiding. She stops, and pretends to listen. After a bit,

she phases through the door next to the closet. "Is she gone?" Kurt pokes his head out of the door and looks around. "I think so. Maybe she's given up?" Kitty then phases into the closet and taps Evan on the shoulder. Even turns and gulps. "Then again dude, maybe

not." "Wha-?" Kurt's eyes widen as he gets the meaning. "Every man for himself!" he cries and leaps out of the closet. Even tries to follow, but is grabbed from behind by Kitty.

Later…

Logan sighs and wipes off his hands. "Finally! I thought I'd NEVER get the scratches out from the newbie's joyriding. Now to relax and-" He cuts off as he hears a loud, German accented scream from the living room. "What was that!?" He's answered by a bald Evan

and something that resembled a large ball of fur run by at top speed, followed by Kitty with a shaver. "NO! Watch out for my-" CRASH! Logan grimaced at the sound. Kitty looks perversely pleased, and Evan/Kurt look terrified. Logan sighs. "Kurt, you know

what to do." Kurt looks down and guides Evan to the cleanup stall for their punishment.

Meanwhile…

"Oh, YES!" Jean nearly drops her book when she hears this. "Oh, now I KNOW that

they're not so far into the relationship as to be sleeping with each other." Jean walks up to Rogue's bedroom door and knocks as hard as she can. "Hey you two! Keep it down! Some people actually like to have some peace and quiet!" The noise settles down for a

second, and Rogue unlocks the door. Jean stifles a snicker. Rogue's hair is mussed up, and she looks angry, like a cat taken away from a sunbeam to go to the vet. "What *gmph* are you two doing?" Steve arrives at the door and blushes, knowing what it

sounded like. "It's not exactly what it sounded like. You know how Rogue pulled her shoulder last week? Well, I'm her PT person." Rogue gives Jean a big grin. "We're in the massage part of it currently." Jean just shakes her head. "Well keep it down will you?

If the Prof. or Ororo came by, I doubt they'd be as reasonable as I am." Steve and Rogue just look at her and go back into the room. Jean sighs and walks back to her room.

"Jean worries too much." Said Rogue as she flopped back onto the bed. She gives Steve a

flirtatious smile. "Now," she says as Steve moves back to join her. "Where were we?" Steve grins and presses lightly on a spot between the shoulder blades. "I think about here." Rogue's only answer is to let out a moan.

That night…

Everyone is in the living room, sans Kurt/Evan, who are cleaning Logan's bike with their

tooth brushes, waiting for Prof. X and Ororo to get back with the pizza and movie. Beast is trying to engage them all in a game of charades, but gives up after a few fruitless minutes. "I give up." McCoy looks crestfallen at the fact that no one wants to play. Logan

looks at him and smiles. "You just have to know how to motivate the kids." Logan turns and yells to the group. "Hey! Did everyone finish their home work?" A collective groan rises from the group. "If you don't want to do home work, we could play charades."

Rahne, Bobby, and Jamie make a hasty exit from the room. Beast looks over at Logan. "You gave it your best shot."

Meanwhile up on the rooftop…*Bezerker

Steve and Rogue break apart from a rather long (cough) CPR session breathing heavily.

"Well now," says Rogue while brushing a strand of hair out of her face. "You're getting' better at this kissin' thing suga'. Keep it up, and you might actually make it to satisfactory." Steve snorts, but leans closer and whispers "Then maybe I should keep

practicing." As they move in to kiss, a blue energy bolt lances out of the bushes by the side of the house and knocks Steve off the roof onto the ground. In a nano-second he's up, and his hands and eyes already glowing with anger. He glances around. "Ray*, I've

told you before, I didn't mess with the water temperature controls!" "Why am I not surprised?" Steve's face twists into a perverse smile as he recognizes the voice. "We stop checking on you for 2 days, and you forget your sister's name." The speaker walks out

into the light from the windows. She's about 5' 4", has shoulder length red hair, green eyes, and has a figure similar to Jean. That's were the similarities end. Her hair is tied up into a pony tail, and her smile is sadistic and cruel. Her eyes have little warmth, and Steve

knows from experience that the only things that made them light up are talking to him, torturing something, or being tortured herself. "Hey. You said you didn't have a sister!" Both of them look up at Rogue who is floating down to land next to Steve and glares

distrustfully at the supposed sister. Steve reddens and shrugs. "I didn't think it was necessary at the time. Besides," he added with a grin, "she's not a sister by blood." Rogue just glares even harder. "You never said anything about a step-mom or dad!" Both Steve

and the redhead grimace. Steve sighs. "You didn't really thing that I was the only demon in Hell, now did you?" Rogue falters and looks at her. "This is one of the 7?" The woman smiles coldly and bows deeply. "My name is Andariel, the Mistress of Pain, the Queen of

Suffering, the ruler of the Twisted Ones and the Keeper of the Whip. But you can call me Andrea." Rogue just looks disdainfully at the woman. "Boy, they sure make 'em arrogant down there." Steve's eyes widen. Andrea's eyes widen as well. "At least I'm not a

redneck!" Steve manages to jump between them before blows fall. Andria looks over at Steve. "Nice girl you've got yourself." "Yes, I agree totally, now will you two…" Takes a deep breath and both of the women wince as they brace for what comes next. "BACK

OFF!" Steve's yell knocks both of them through the doors and into the kitchen with Ororo and the Prof. Steve scrambles in after them and Ororo and the Prof. just look at him. Steve sighs. "I know, I know. I have a lot of explaining to do."

I am so totally sorry that this ends so abruptly, but I REALLY don't want to continue this anymore. I'm sorry. The next will be better. Thanks. svsteve@adelphia.net