There's gotta be more to life
Than chasing down every temporary high
To satisfy me
'Cause the more that I
Trippin up, thinking there must be more to life
Well there's life but I'm sure

There's gotta be more

Callie had made five escape attempts in 2 days. Because Logan had taken it upon himself to be Callie's security guard, He had now resorted to sitting with his claws unsheathed a mere inch from Callie's forehead. After all the girl was a telepath, That was how she broke out the last four times. Callie had taken to begging feverishly whenever Anyone else entered the room and Logan had donned earplugs as a result. Scott came in one day to find Callie lying strapped to the bed, looking livid. Wolverine was nonchalantly reading the paper with one hand. He was using the other to stroke Callie's forehead with his claws threateningly.

"Cal," Scott said softly "I don't understand. Why are you so determined to escape from the hospital? We love you and we aren't trying to hurt you."

"I know that." She said softly.

There was silence for a moment, then Callie suddenly said, "Scott, You have to let me go. I'm fine! Really I promise I will be ok. Just let me go I can't stay in this place. I want my room and my bed and--"

"No. You are going to stay here until You are well. I'm not going to let you talk your way out of this. You still haven't told me why you are so insistent on being released."

"I am no one's damsel in distress. I can take care of myself. You're just proving him right."

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The Brotherhood discussed their plans. They would take all of the children of influential politicians hostage, or they would hijack a press conference. Well, as of the moment they hadn't quite decided.

Meanwhile, John's mind wandered. He thought of Callie, of the way things had been and so on until he was snapped to attention.

"Pyro! Are you paying attention? Practice taking shots in the training area." Mystique demanded.

"Do you know where we are going?"

"Does it matter?" she retorted.

John began to practice, but something was different, something he couldn't exactly place. He began to make a particularly large ball of flame when he suddenly felt pain charge up his arm. It felt like a thousand tiny knives shooting up his arms. He stopped for a moment. He felt nauseous and felt pain on his arms that was gradually making his way up to his shoulder.

"What are you stopping for??" Mystique shouted.

John scowled and started again. As the ball of flame got larger, he felt he was losing his grip. He blacked out.

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After two weeks, Scott finally let Callie go. She was basically free to roam, with the restriction she try not to do anything strenuous. What? Me? Strain myself? Never…

Callie's relationship with Bobby began to develop into more than friendship. Every day at 6:00 in the morning Bobby and Callie ran together. They ran around the border of the Lot the mansion sat on. They would stop at the gazebo in the southwest corner and  talk and rest and talk some more. One day, Callie began to launch into a talk about a fight between herself and Jubilee. Bobby didn't appear to be paying attention at all. She asked him if he was listening. He perked to attention, and then kissed her gently. She smiled. He smiled. And that's where it all began.

Meanwhile, Kurt watched from the sidelines. He knew something was wrong. There had to be. How could this relationship be right if he felt so jealous? He had tried to deny it for weeks but, Callie was all he could think about. In fact that was about all he could think about when he turned the corner and bumped clear into… Jubilee. Their mutual papers flew everywhere. Kurt and Jubilee wordlessly scrambled to gather their things to themselves.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"Whatever." Jubilee snapped.

Kurt sidestepped Jubilee and headed on to the library. When he got there he started to sort and separate his history report. He pulled out a particularly wadded piece of paper.

"This is definitely not mine." He mumbled to no one in particular.

B- what  time for our date?

J- 5:30

Ok

Yeah see you there