Skye had managed to lounge in the grass unmolested for about five minutes before Jamie wandered over to talk to her. With how gentle Jamie was, she wouldn't have been a problem, until she stumbled. Jamie fell, rolled, ad half a dozen of her landed on Skye. Skye patiently waited for Jamie to pick herselves up, too tired to move.

It only took Jamie a moment of apologizing to realize that Skye hadn't moved the entire time. She stood still for a moment, then turned around to run off. She tripped over the same rock on her way back and duped herself, so nine copies of her ran off in all directions, calling to the others in an eerie tandem, "Guys! Guys! I think Skye's dead and we did it and we're so sooorrryyyy!" The same phrase was repeated over and over again, staying in synch. Skye struggled to push herself up before the Jamies returned and the questions began. After a few attempts, she managed to do so.

A few minutes later the Jamies returned, dragging others behind them and repeating the same chant, but they were finally somewhat out of synch. The Jamies paused when they saw Skye sitting up, then buried him in a wave that made them triple in number, all babbling how happy they were to see that they hadn't killed Skye. A few minutes and many bruises later, the mutants standing around say that Skye wasn't moving anytime soon and started pulling the Jamies off of her.

"What happened?" Bobbi asked. For a moment, Skye considered not answering, since she knew whatever Bobbi knew would be spread throughout the rest of the Institute in under five minutes. Unfortunately, not answering would just lead Bobbi to rampant speculation.

After a few moments, Skye decided to give the short answer. "Training session with Logan."

"So? She's not that bad," Ronnie answered. Skye looked at Ronnie in disgust. Ronnie took to the DR sessions rapidly, easily mastering skills that had taken Skye years of practice to learn. She hoped the Scot never picked up on her jealousy.

"It's Red Week," Skye declared. From the way the others were shifting around, she realized that they hadn't been keeping track. Skye had lived at the Institute for long enough to know that keeping track of that was the better part of wisdom.

Red Week was when Logan's 'certain time of the month' rolled around. It was called red because of the biologicla cycle, Logan's temper, and how much blood anyone who crossed her then was likely to lose. Bobbi and Judah paled, then ran off. Skye groaned as he realized that they had probably set some kind of trap for Logan that would put her in an even worse mood during the DR session tomorrow. The one good thing about Red Week was that it always let Skye get a good idea of just how much endurance everyone had and how well they handled dangerous situations when they were worried for their lives. Skye had been around Logan long enough to realize that she'd never actually eviscerate her students, but she saw no reason to tell the others that. Right now Logan was angry enough as it was. No need to make herself into a target by destroying one of Logan's favorite teaching tools.

Jean and Kit were among those that the Jamies had brought to see the dead Skye. They helped her up, and though Skye would have liked the chance to be close to Jean, she chose to stand on her own. She was the leader of this team. She already got enough flak because she was a girl, and she didn't need to add weakling to that list. Jean cast a worried look at Skye. After a moment she realized what the problem was and tightened her mental shields so he couldn't overhear her pain.

Jean wandered off and Skye watched him as he went. It was times like this that she wished gender-roles were reveresed so she could ask Jean out. Jean was handsome, but Skye remembered the kind boy who'd helped her around the Institute before she got her glasses. She remembered the kind boy who had listened as she spilled out what Mr. Winters had done to her and taught her that it was ok to trust boys. Skye knew that she trusted Jean implicitly, and always would. The telepath was well-built and a little slender, but his real selling-point as far as looks went was his wild mane of red hair. Most guys who had hair that long wore it in ponytails, but Jean left his loose most of the time. Unfortunately, Jean was more interested in Dunya, the head cheerleader, than Skye.

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