Hey, look everyone! I actually finally got round to adding another chapter of this! And I'm in the writing mood, since I haven't for ages, so who knows what might follow this? More chapters? New stories? More chapters of other stories? It's all a mystery!

Remy-muse: Cher, stop bein' strange an' get on wit' de story.

DER: Hey, you aren't in this! Go away!...on second thoughts, stay, who wouldn't want Gambit around, even if it's only imaginary muse Gambit?

Remy: *sighs and shakes his head, but stays*

DER: *sweatdrop* I wrote the first half of this after writing that ^, and…uh…my muse ran away, BAD REMY! But I think he may be back now… so let's find out…

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Scott and Lance I'd be watching them act out this story instead of writing it. I don't, I'm just borrowing. Don't sue me for the whole £10 in my bank or I won't be able to afford lunch at college next week.

WARNING: If you haven't worked out by now that this story contains slash, m/m relationships, then you should be deeply ashamed of your perceptiveness, or lack of it.

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~3 days ago~

When it came to the next morning, both the brotherhood and the X-men woke to find Scott and lance already gone to school. Only for the brotherhood was this strange.

The boys in question had got up at about 5am and gone to the beach to spend some time together, and watch the sunrise (who would have known Lance could be so romantic?)

They were sat on the sand; arms round each other, silently. But then it's hard to speak when you're kissing someone.

They managed to break away to actually see the sunrise.

"This is nice…" Scott commented, smiling at Lance.

"Well, I'm stunned by your eloquence Summers." Lance replied with a teasing grin.

Scott answered with a grin of his own "Eloquence? I'm impressed Lance, three whole syllables."

"You're going down for that." Lance grinned, then without warning he pounced on Scott, pinning him down and tickling mercilessly.

Scott, using his X-men training, quickly switched from victim to attacker, and ended up pinning Lance down and tickling him.

After a long bout of tickling, it soon degenerated into another make-out session.

They just managed to arrive at school (still with some sand in their hair) before their respective teams arrived. However, they weren't fast enough to avoid certain members of said teams spotting them together. They managed to brush it off with the excuse they were rehearsing for their English, and explained the sand in their hair by saying they'd been by the beach and had a fight, which was sort of the truth…

When lunchtime rolled around, they made yet another excuse about rehearsing, and disappeared together in Scott's car (back to the beach where they wouldn't be disturbed). Both Kurt and Todd asked the same question to their team leaders, why spending so much time rehearsing? And they both got the same answer, Scott and Lance's pre-decided reply was they wanted to get it over and done with, so they rehearse it a lot and then they don't have to again. Of course, the boys were both worried about what they would do when the scene was performed. Little did they know they'd never have to find out….

Once at the beach, things turned out very similar to the morning, including the tickle attack, and the two were very nearly late back. Scott blamed Lance for it, Lance didn't have to bother with an explanation because it was almost expected for him to be late.

Luckily for them, while there were suspicious members of each team, they hated each other, so wouldn't get together and put all the pieces together, and they had a ready made alibi about the scene they were, in theory, completing.

A Lance-made excuse about detention and a Scott-made excuse about work got them back on the beach together. This time, as they sat staring out to sea in each other's arms, they talked instead of making out and tickling, well, at first they talked anyway…

"It's a good job none of our teams are going to see this scene." Commented Scott.

"Why? 'cos of the kiss?" Lance asked, turning to look at his boyfriend.

"No, because we haven't rehearsed, they'll know something's up if we spend all this time together and don't get anything done." He grins at him cheekily "'course I could just blame you, the delinquent made me do it!"

And of course that descended in to furious tickle wars, and making out, I did say they only talked instead at first…

They were right though, none of the people on either team was going to see the scene, nobody was going to see the scene, but they didn't know that…

When they finally got rid of all the sand and returned home, Lance walked in to find the team sitting round with an unexpected, and unwelcome, visitor.

"Magneto!?"

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MWAH HA HA HAAA! THE ROSE IS BACK IN BUSINESS!

*ahem* sorry, I haven't written anything for ages, I'm glad to get another chapter done.

Review please or I may never write again, ha!