Disclaimer: Don't own the X-Men. If I say this more than twenty times do you think I can write a fic without the disclaimer in it? No? Oh well.

Author's Note: I'm not trying to bump Nightmare down as main character, its just that Jennifer needs something to do!

Chapter Five

Jennifer's Trip To The Grocery Store

Jennifer trudged slowly down the streets to the grocery store, occasionally bumping people to secretly lift their pockets. She stopped in an abandoned alley to count her pickings and discard the empty wallets.

The bell above the mom-and-pop grocery store tinkled as Jennifer waltzed in, humming under her breath as she headed towards the cereal aisle.

"Well lookey here yo!" a familiar voice squawked behind her. "If it ain't our little miss 'too good fer the likes o you' Jennifer Freeze."

Jennifer whirled around and gaped as Lance, Pietro, and Todd strode up to her.

"Whydidyouditchusallofasudden?" Pietro said as he sped up next to her, causing Jennifer to do a double take.

"Yeah," Lance growled, grabbing the front of her blouse. "Whats the matter? Miss 'High and Mighty' wants to hang out with the snooty X-Men and can't be seen around us?"

"No! No, you guys don't understand!" Jennifer spouted. "I have to go with the X-Men. If I don't Andrew will kill me! Honest!"

"Whose Andrew yo?" Todd asked, cocking his head to one side.

"He's the one who taught me how to control my powers and who's been looking after me since before I could remember," Jennifer explained.

"You mean your dad?" Lance snorted.

"It was his idea I swear!" Jennifer told them, her voice panicky.

"So this guy is pretending to be your dad, and he wants you to stay with the X-Men?" Todd asked cautiously.

Jennifer nodded.

"Is he for or against the X-Men?" Pietro wanted to know.

"He wants to get back at someone named Charles Xavier," Jennifer told him.

"You mean baldy?" Todd cackled. "I guess that means he's with us."

"So you're his under-cover-girl?" Lance asked.

"Yeah," Jennifer replied, searching the shelves for some milk-and-cereal bars. Seeing some, she stuffed them in her basket and continued to walk down the aisle and continue her shopping.

"Good luck chickie!" Todd cackled as the Brotherhood boys walked down the other way, jamming some small items into their pockets as they went.

I'll add a little more, I have to go to bed soon.