Oh, the next chapter already…. Honestly, this and Chapter One were the same chapter, but having 1600 words in a chapter is just not my style… But anyway, here's the next installment, hope you enjoy!

Oh yeah, and I don't own the characters. Or the mansion. Thought it would be a nice place to live….

Chapter Two: A Nasty Fall

"Kurt!" Kitty's voice rang through the lobby and Scott sighed. Seemed like the blue and fuzzy vacuum had already gained access to the food supply, which would surely seem more like a famine-ravished village when he was through with it.

"Yeah, man! Get back here with the grub!" Great, Kurt, Kitty, and Evan were in the kitchen.

Bamf! Not anymore. Scott narrowly avoided the large pile of food that had suddenly appeared in the steps and began climbing them rapidly.

"Great, now everything's gonna totally taste like sulfur! Get back here you thieving elf!" Kitty cried, fazing herself through the kitchen wall and beginning to climb the mansion stairs as well.

This was even more of a narrow escape for Scott, who began losing his footing on the stairs and began reaching for the railing to rebalance himself.

"Yeah, get back here!" Evan had appeared in the doorway and had grown many spikes. Scott, still falling, dawned a face of horror as he watched them all release towards the stairs. These he only just missed, though he did finally lose his balance and went flying down the stairs.

"Oh man, sorry dude!" Evan shouted as he passed Scott on the ground, but Scott did not reply. "Leader-man?" Evan asked again, stopped and kneeling near Scott. By now, Kitty had also stopped and was looking back. "Scott?" he finally checked, but still received no reply. Kurt finally stopped in his run and looked down as well. "Guys, Scott's not responding!"

Quickly, Evan sat his unconscious leader up and turned to where Kitty and Kurt were hurrying down the stairs. Jean had also appeared at the top, and gasped as she saw Scott at the bottom of the stairs in Evan's arms.

"What happened?" she asked quickly, running down the stairs. Evan, Kitty, and Kurt all began to explain in hurried, panicked voices, and Jean couldn't understand any of it, so she stopped them all and concentrated on lifting Scott into the air. She ran him to Hank's lab, luckily located not too far away.

"Mr. McCoy!" Jean shouted as they entered, looking for the blue mutant and spotting him approaching her.

"What? What can I—What happened to him?" He asked quickly, finally noticing the floating Scott.

"He, like, fell down the stairs!" Kitty cried and Hank nodded. He took Scott and placed him on one of the med beds, quickly attaching him to a few devices.

"I'm going to run some quick tests; you guys can go now. I'll call you when I know something," Hank stated calmly, offering a reassuring smile. The four teens nodded and solemnly and quietly left the lab, heading off in various directions. The previous skirmish had already been forgotten, and Kurt would later wonder why there was so much food in front of him room, but nothing mattered more at the time.

What was actually an hour seemed an eternity to Jean, who sat quietly in her room reading while Dr. McCoy analyzed Scott. She jumped up at every little sound outside her room, hoping that perhaps it was somebody coming to fetch her for Dr. McCoy. But every time she had been disappointed.

Finally, Professor Xavier called her mentally for her to come down. She threw down her book and ran down the stairs, nearly knocking over one of the new recruits in her path. She only barely heard the slew of curses behind her.

Hank and the Professor were talking animatedly when Jean arrived. Kitty and Kurt were already in the room (Jean cursed their transportational abilities), and Evan followed soon after Jean.

"Well? Is one-eye okay?" Evan asked as he entered, only to receive a strict reprimanding for nicknames from the professor.

"It seems Mr. Summers only suffered from a mild concussion," Dr. McCoy stated quickly, and everybody's eyes lit up in relief. "He should be fine and awa—"

A slight groan from the med bed interrupted Dr. McCoy and he turned towards Scott. "Well," he corrected, "Seems as if he's waking now."

They all imagined Scott opening his eyes, as they were still hidden by his shades, but he began moving, so they assumed he was awake completely.

"Oh, thank God," Jean muttered, walking up to him. She thought he had looked at her, but she wasn't sure.

Well, until she received, "Whoa." in her head. Followed by, "Wish I could see her without these damn… Why the hell am I wearing—"

Panic overtook Jean as she watched his reach up to remove his glasses. She dove out of the way as he removed them, expecting to hear the damage being done above her.

Everybody in the room let out a collective gasp as they watched him remove the glasses. Even the professor ducked as best he could to avoid the wrath of Scott's optic lasers.

However, none came. Cautiously, those on the floor stood and looked at Scott, while the Professor stared in disbelief. Scott was looking at them all, a confused expression on his face.

"What?" he asked innocently, his red eyes skimming the crowd. Wait, his red eyes?

"Scott? How is it that you're able to—"

"So Scott is my name?" Scott interrupted, and everybody gasped again. Even the professor seemed taken aback.

Oh no…

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