Revelations

Then Gambit walked up to Psyc and said, "We gonna show Cheriè 'ow to dance."

"Well, you're gonna have to show me, too."

"Whi?"

She shook her head. "I can't dance."

"Well'en wah waz tha'?"

"That was a memorized routine Jazz and I have been working on for more than a year, not dancing. There is a difference. So how can I put this: I DON'T DANCE. I never learned; I can't do it."

"Lern."

"What?"

In response, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out onto the dance floor.

"no-I-can't-let go!-no!" she stammered.

Then he stopped in the middle of the dance floor, pulled her infront of him and put his hands on her waist.

"Jus let my 'ands lead you," he whispered in her ear.

You're going to get me killed.

She must have leaked it out telepathically because he laughed and said, "Dancin's no' tha' bad. It don hur'."

This time she made sure her shields were up when she thought No, but Jazzes fists sure do…and she glanced over at Jazz.

"Don't kill me," she pleaded. "I really didn't want to."

"He thinks I'm dating Nathan, so I doubt that I had a chance for a dance tonight anyway," Jazz explained. "On the up side, Nathan thinks you two have a kid. So, I'll call us even."

"Oh, so you won't strangle me in the middle of the night."

"No, but I will if this convo. goes on much longer, you're startin ta relax."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Ya, considering that when you relax while dancing you tend to mold yourself to your partner. Think of who your partner is. Do you want me to kill you?"

"I thought we agreed that as long as it was his decision that we wouldn't get mad at each other."

Just as Psyc was cutting the connection she heard Jazz say, I lied.

"…relax. That's it."

"Right…relax…got it. Aren't we teachin Sherry to dance? I don't think we should teach this."

Suddenly, a noise behind them drew their attention. Psyc took the opportunity to reluctantly step away. She turned and saw through a spilt in the crowd Jazz and Sherry.

"What the hell does Jasmin think she's doin?"

Just then Sherry called, "Look, Remy, she taught me to dance! Now you don't have to."

Jazz looked up and dropped her arms, "You two were busy, and she wanted to learn to dance and so I taught her."

"Gee, this would be great if we were teaching her to be a stripper," she said as she she and Remy glared at Jazz, then put out her hand and said sounding depresed, "C'mon Sherry, let's put you to bed," and walked out of the party room not looking at anyone.

"Wha' was tha'?" Gambit asked clearly angry at her actions.

"I was teaching her to dance," Jazz replied.

"I was wantin' to bring 'er up wit no influns' fron de stree'."

"Then why are you one of her role models, along with Psyc?"

"At leas' we don' a't like it. We ma' be fron the stree' bu' at leas we a't like we been rais'd diffent."

"Is that why you pay more attention to her?"

"Non, I pay attenshon to 'er 'cause she deser'e it."

Jazz got this odd expresion on her face, backed away slowly, shook her head, walked out the door. Right after the door closed, everyone in the room heard a yell and saw a fist come through the wall right by the door.

As Jazz walked down the hall, she heard Nathan's voice call, "Hey, Jazz, what's wrong?" and he reached out and grabbed her arm. She reatced automatically in the state she was in. She decked him.

"Oww. What the fuck do you have in there, a face full of metal?"

"No, but I'm as stubborn as hell. What's wrong?"

"Don't get me started. Just go back to the party," and with that she ran out side and down to the stables.

When she got back to the room, Psyc still hadn't gotten back so Jazz assumed she went back to the party and crashed on her bed. She was out in less than a minute.

"Are you mad at Jazz?" Sherry asked.

"No," Psyc told her, "I guess in a way I knew what she was going to do. Do you want me to sit with you until you go to sleep?"

"No, you can go back to the party if you want to," Sherry said, though there was a slight tremmor in her voice as if she was afraid Psyc would take the offer. "It looked like you were having fun dancing with Remy. You where wearing the biggest smile I have ever seen on your face. At least until the people around us started whistling and clapping."

"It's alright," Psyc assuted her, "What book should we read tonight?"

"Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Askaban!" Sherry said gleefully.

Gambit left the party as soon as he could, which unfortunately was three hours later—everyone had questions about the fight. He hurried up to Sherry's room only to find Sherry asleep. As he turned to leave he noticed Psyc asleep with a book on the floor next to her. He chuckled.

"She wen' an read 'erself to sleep," he said.

He thought they were cute so instead of waking Psyc up and sending her to bed, he went over to his room, got his spare blanket and covered her up. After a last look in the room, he shut the door, went back to his own room and went to sleep smiling.

Psyc woke up and the first thing she noticed was she was on the floor. She looked around and realized she was in Sherry's room but she couldn't figure out where the blanket had come from. It wasn't one she recognized. Instead of dwelling on it she went down to breakfast. She had just sat down when she picked up the same thought from everyone's head, Jazz had put her fist through the wall after a fight with Remy. Just then Remy walked in. He sat down next to her and smiled.

"Di' you slee' well on de floor las' nigh'?"

"How'd you know 'bout that?"

"Where you tink de blaket come fron?"

"Oh," she said, turning slightly pink, "Why didn't you just wake me up and send me to my room?"

"You be too cute," he said simply.

It's remarks like that that got me in so much trouble last night she thought sadly If she keeps acting like that I'm gonna hafta push him away and thaz gonna hurt.

"So what was the fight about?"

Remy gave her a play-by-play report.

"You didn't," she groaned.

"I din' wha'?"

"You didn't tell her that did you?"

"Tell 'er wha'?"

"That I deserve it and she doesn't."

"Ya, I did…"

"Why did you do that?" she asked desperately.

"I wa' mad."

"You have no idea what you did, do you? When she gets pissed like that she disappears for days or more."

"Good. Giv 'er time to coo' off."

"Ya. Never thought about it that way."

"She gonna miss t'ainin."

"Ya she is. Well, it's her own fault. Wonder who's gonna pay for the wall?"

"Okay," The Prof. said, when every one had gathered in the hall, "You've all been here for at least a week. You older students where probably wondering why we haven't done this kind of training lately, well the answer is that I was waiting for our new students to adjust. Now we can resume training in the 'Danger Room'.

"Hold up!" Psyc said, "The WHAT room."

"The Danger Room," he said calmly, "Is there a problem?"

"No, just making sure I heard you right." Psyc said with a shrug.

As they walked down the hall, she heard Gambit say, "Remy don' like the sound of tha'."

The Prof. went in to a room and when Psyc turned to follow Scott stopped her, "We go in the next door, that's the observation room." He led her in to the proper room and she stopped dead in her tracks; it was nothing but a circular room made completely of steal.

"Okay, is this some kind of joke? I see the room but…where's the danger?" she asked laughing. Then the lights went out.

The lights came back on and instead of having the silver, reflective walls of the room there was a illusion of a New York back alley.

"'kay. Dis kinda cool," Gambit said. "Now wha'?"

"Okay, professor. Start it up. We're ready."

Starting now.

Suddenly, a man with tentacles and a red uniform showed up right behind Psyc. She was facing Gambit and didn't see what happened, until Gambit made a move for the cards stored in his trench coat. She turned and swore.

"Fuck! Not him. You can't be-NO!" she screamed the last stumbling backwards.

"Frien' of yours?" Gambit said.

"N-n-not re-really," she said visibly shaking, but she had backed into a wall.

Everyone else was fighting with their own 'demons' so they didn't see her reaction to this opponent. Then all the other opponents disappeared so the X-Men were all focused on this man. Then he reached out with his tentacles for the closest person, who happened to be Psyc. Just then a red beam of light blasted it into the wall of the nearest building, which also happened to be the one that Psyc was huddled next to.

"Okay, um, session over?"

"What the hell was that?" Logan laid into Psyc as soon as the walls where back to being reflective steel. "You had plenty of time to attack before he jumped you…and what did you do? You FROZE!" he opened his mouth to say more, but Gambit stepped in.

"Why you giv'n' 'er sush a 'ard time?" he asked. "It wa' on'y de firs' session."

"That's not the point," Logan said. "I know she can fight or else Jazz woulda ditched her a long time ago. So…" but he was cut short by Psyc, who suddenly jumped to her feet.

"A little warning would'a been nice" she yelled. "You send me in here with no clue as to what is going to happen and then you make me face HIM! I can' believe you people." She turned to the now visible observation room "If that's what you put your students through…I'm outta here. Remy, tell Sherry I said I'm sorry but I can't stay if that's what I have to put up with." She turned and stormed out the door. After a few seconds, Gambit followed.

"What was that all about?" Bobby asked only to receive bewildered looks from every one.

Jazz was just entering the front door of the mansion when Psyc stormed out with a backpack over her shoulder.

"Hey. HEY! What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

"What's with the backpack. If I'm not mistaken, that usually means someone's going somewhere."

"I can't stay here."

"Really? You and yur boyfriend break up?"

"This had nothing to do with Remy, I just can't stay here," and with that last comment, she began to walk out the door again.

"Planning on walking?"

"Yes."

"Mind if I ask where? And why?"

"California, anywhere as long as it's not here," and she ran down the driveway and out the gate.

SOME HELP would be nice, guys! Stop her!

At which point all the animals on the property, including the horses, converged on the spot and blockaded her.

"Jasmin, let me go!"

"Not until you tell me what happened," she said, as she came riding up on the only horse that didn't go.

"Why don't you ask the professor why he keeps an assassin in his school."

"You mean my brother?"

"No!"

"Then who?"

Then the rest of the team came running up.

"Logan," Jazz asked, "Who were you killing now?"

He looked at her blankly. "What?"

"Not him, freak, I already told you that," Psyc yelled.

"Oh! You mean the other one!" she turned to the others who had just arrived two minutes ago, "who's the other one?"

"Other what?" Bobby asked.

"The other assassin. Who do you think I was talking about? The other cook?" she said throwing her hands up and laughing like a psychopathic maniac. Then she lost her balance and fell off the horse. "Oww," she groaned, "Damn horse assassin. What are you doing, trying to kill me like that?"

"There aren't any other assassins in the school. Only him," Scott said jerking a finger in Logan's direction.

"Then what the hell was that?"

"That," the professor said, finally understanding her distress, "was our training simulator. It is a program that utilizes both holographic technology and robotics to make as lifelike a simulation as possible."

"So the guy in red pj's wasn't really there?"

"No, it was a robot made to look like the image I pulled from your mind."

Just then the horse Jazz fell off of, came up and pooped right in his lap.

"Jasmin!"

"Sorry, SIR, but I was mad and didn't want to hurt you. They picked up on it and you see the result of that here."

"Okay, was there a sale on PMS at the mall?" Logan said smirking until the same horse walked up and kicked him in the gut. "Did anyone get the license on the semi?" he said when he could breathe again.

Bobby spoke up again, "Yo, Psyc, why'd you trip over the guy?"

"Because, BOBBY, that mo-fo is the reason I lived on the street for the past seven years. He killed the parentals but missed me."

"Oh."

"I suggest," Prof. said, "that we go inside, calm down and get cleaned up."

"Fine by me. Go back home guys," Jazz told the horses, and they all turned to go back to the mansion.

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