Sue Penkivech: Bobbys' feelings will be explored a bit more in upcoming chapters. Which I admit will be tricky to write so I hope I don't mess it up. Ororo and Kurt are the only ones besides Warren that came to mind for me too. Glad you liked this side of our winged hero. : )

Beaubier It's true, most things about him are beautiful and just writing in Warrens' POV has given me a new appreciation of his character. Especially when you look at where he starts out to what he's later put through.

Neva Thank you. : ) I'm curious of what you'll think of Bobby later on…

smeg1 I have a bunch of TPBs to help me. I liked those old stories and must of read them a million times. And the information I don't have in comic form (like Warren meeting the team for the first time) is from the uncannyxmen.net site; that has great character spotlights. Thanks, I trying hard to focus on characters but I'm not always sure how it will come across to other readers.

"The kid's taking this pretty hard isn't he?" I asked watching our team mate sprint off towards our dorm.

"It looks that way." Scott muttered nonchalantly. I stared at him, dumbfounded at his indifferent attitude. Wasn't this the same guy who had called me an ass for my part in the prank war with his friend? Who defended Bobby against me at every turn? Why didn't he do anything now?

"That's all you have to say? Frostys' on the road to a nervous breakdown and--"

"No, he's not. Bobby will be fine, he just needs some space."

"Right, because we have a lot of space to offer here." I gestured to our dismal little camp.

"You know what I meant." Scott said irritably yanking off his gloves. "And the last thing he needs is one of your little 'chats'. Just lay off him."

"Whoa, hold on--'lay off him?' When have I ever been on him?" Scott raised an eyebrow. "Okay that came out wrong, but serious--when was the last time we actually fought? Days ago Slim; and none of our fights were nearly as bad as this. At least I didn't put him down like--"

"You did put him down, on a daily basis." Scott countered. Most people would begin to raise their voices at this point. Most, but not our Cyclops. His voice was as steady as ever, but with a slight edge to it.

"Give it a rest Summers, because your high and might act isn't working. Nothing I've said has been as bad as what the Prof has said to him. Or you for that matter with your little 'pep' talks." Our fearless leader had begun giving his own speeches not too long ago. They were no where near as horrible as Xaviers' but they were still pretty bad. Of course I ignored most of the ones directed at me but still.

"The Professor has been trying to get us to work as a team." He replied. I rolled my eyes at Scotts' constant boot licking attitude. The man wasn't even there and Scotty felt he had to defend his beloved teachers' every movement.

"Whatever you say Scott." I muttered turning away from him. I didn't care if it was rude; I wasn't in the best of moods and just wanted to change. Scott on the other hand wanted to continue our little debate.

"I'm talking to you Worthington!" He hollered after me.

"You WERE talking to me Summers. Now we'll done." I replied throwing back my mask as I made to climb the rickety steps to the second floor.

"No, we're not--!" That was when it happened. I think he meant to grab my arm but I pulled away too fast. Instead he seized my wing. No one had EVER touched my wings before and the unfamiliar sensation sent a chill down my spine. The harsh alien touch only reminded me of the image of Cindy Kirbys' broken body--

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" I screamed thrashing around until Scott lost his grip.

"War—uhh!" I turned my head just in time to see my team mate tumble down the last two steps.

"Oh shi…" I trailed off, stunned by what had just occurred. Drawing a shaky breath I called out to him. Groaning Scott bought a trembling hand to his head. "God…Scott I didn't…I…"

"What happened to you two?" I jolted as Bobby came down the steps behind me stopping once he reached me. The steps were far too narrow to let more than one person go up at once.

"We…had an accident." I responded.

"Oh." He recoiled from me a bit. "Umm…I think Agent Duncan is waiting for us. I'll go down the back way…" Bobby mumbled running back up the stairs, shaking them a little in the process.

"Scott…"

"Save it Worthington. We have to meet Duncan." He snapped back.

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The three of us waited for our instructor as we were ordered. None of us spoke to one another. We had just had a horrible weeks' worth of training, were severely depressed, and in no mood for this. Whatever 'this' was. I wondered what terror Duncan and Xavier would be subjecting us to this time.

Our other classes had already taken a turn for the worse. In Judo I had been told, repeatedly, that I threw my punches to far to the right leaving myself open. (Scott loved that session and had taken advantage of this information.) We all had trouble remembering how to treat certain wounds in our First aid course. And don't even get me started on what happened in Target Practice.

The door slowly crept open drawing our attention. The man we had been waiting for, Fred Duncan stood before us and all we could do was gawk.

"Ah, I see you're ready." He gave us a winning smile, chuckling at our muteness. "I realize the slacks are a nice fit but really boys—I don't think it merits staring."

"You're not wearing a suit." Scott announced.

"It's good to see those keen observation skills coming in handy Scott." With anyone else this could have been taken as an insult. Duncan however had no sarcasm in his voice, only amusement.

"Why are you dressed like this sir?" I asked, taking in his causal wear. It was nice but obviously not designer worthy. Knockoff maybe…

"Same reason I asked you boys to, we'll going out."

Next Chapter: Will a trip to the t town help the X-Men unwind or make things worse?