Anything but ordinary3: Thanks, I've been busy with school work ago. I've been worried since one of my teachers told the class that is we mess up the final we fail the class. As you'll see in this chapter Xavier isn't the only one who needs a smack. ;)

Enjis: According to Chuck Austen, Burt Worthington, Warrens' Uncle hired a hitman and Lobo was the hitman that murdered WW the second. Though Burt did kill Warrens' mother in XMN:THY. Well…thanks but this chapter is a little different.

Chapter 20: …There is a Reaction.

"This IS your fault. If you actually cared enough to do the practice routes, like you were ordered to do--"

"I did them!" I roared back. I had done so five times a day since I was given the instruction by the Prof. I didn't need to hear this crap from Xaviers' favorite little boot licker. I knew I had done all I could to prepare.

"Obviously not enough," he said in dry voice amazingly like the Professors'. "You never take the time to do any of the excises! You think you can do everything perfect just because you're--"

"Screw you Summers!" Well, I might have not said 'screw.' I knew where he was going with that jibe though. I had heard it all before and I was sick of it. He was going to attack my family, my status as the heir to their fortune. I would not allow him to go there.

 "Nice Worthington. It's good to know they taught you class at your boarding school." Scott remarked dryly. He was really pushing it now. I was feeling guilty enough as it was without the Profs' remarks, now Summers wanted a go at me. He just HAD to follow his beloved mentors' example. The little kiss ass. No, even worse was the way he twisted what happened to Bobby into a personal attack. Scott knew exactly what words to say to hurt you. He ranted on until I cut him off and told him to stick to the subject. My blood was boiling and I really wanted to rage at someone. And Scotty would do nicely.

"The subject is your behavior! Your inability to take responsibility for your mistakes! One that could cost your teammates' lives!" I flexed my fingers as I felt the itch to ball them into fist.

"I do take responsibility but this is not my fault! I did make sure I was ready for whatever was thrown at me! So don't you dare blame me for his mistakes!" I spat. I knew I did everything I could; Bobby had messed up not me.

"You were told--repeatedly--to slow down match his speed to make sure he didn't get hurt! But you just had to do things your way! Well let me set you straight mister; you are no where near as talented as you like to think you are! If we hadn't had come along you would be dead! Most people would catch a clue--!" We were screaming so loud I wouldn't be surprised if the people down the halls weren't following our argument word for word.

"Listen Summers--" I wanted to get out before I did something I would regret. I had opened the door preparing to leave when Scotts' voice kept me planted where I stood.

"No, you listen! I'm not going to stand by and let you push Bobby around anymore! I'm sick of you--"

"You actually think I wanted this to happen?!" I asked incredulously.

"It's not hard to believe given your fighting with Bobby--" That was when I found a new source to direct my anger at.

"Will you shut up about Bobby?! God, he's not your baby brother!" I practically shouted.

Scotts' jaw unclenched and dropped. He stuttered a moment before falling silent. I had no idea why that statement had such a profound effect on him at the time, but I was pleased with the results.

His muteness however didn't last long as the impact of my words fully sunk in. I could have been imaging it but I recall a vein popping in his neck. "It's a foreign subject for you, isn't? That someone actually cares about another human being? That instead of getting showered in mon--"

"Shut up!" I really wanted to hit something hard and repeatedly. If Scott wasn't careful it would be his face. "You have no right to talk about my family!"

"And you have no right to talk about m…" Scott trailed off but I knew what he was going to say.

"Your what? Family?" I sneered. I wanted him to hurt, to get what was coming to him for getting me this worked up. That being the case I continued my taunting. "Yeah because this is such a great family you got. The bratty brother and patronizing father figure…"

"At least I can depend on them." Scott hissed. That hurt. A lot. I was sick of people treating me like I was the flanky one. An amateur…like the kid.

"Right because Bobbys' all so-helpful to us all."

"He's an asset to the team--" Scott stated loyally.

"Oh yeah he's so valuable with his impressive abilities!" I said sarcastically. "Come on admit it, he's only here because Xavier had pity on him. He's nothing but trouble! This would have never have happened if he knew what the hell he was doing! We don't need a worthless little brat like him to keep holding us down!" I'm still not sure where those words had come from. I didn't really mean any of it. I just need to vent my rage and Scott had brought up a perfect target for it. One who I thought was perfect because he wasn't present. Another mistake on my part.

Scott turned his head sharply to get a view past my shoulder into the hallway. I glanced as well, taking in the small crowd that had gathered there. An elderly couple stared at us with fascination, a few girls instantly pretended to be reading different magazines, a ticked off nurse, and in front of the rest was…

"Bobby…" Even though Scott whispered his voice sounded incredibly loud to me in the hush of the lobby. All breath left me as I met the kids' eyes. They had changed back to icy blue this time doing nothing to hide the emotions that were present there. Confusion, frustration, shock, but above all else it was the hurt in those eyes that made me feel like an ass. Over the years I would learn many things about him. One of them being that Bobby wasn't afraid to show his pain but he didn't like to be pitied either. Yet he stood there stunned with such raw emotions passing his features unable to understand why this had occurred.

Before I realized what I was doing I called out to him. He snapped out of his trance instantly, flinching as if he was struck. Without so much as another glance he took off past our little audience. I rushed after him ignoring the nurses' orders completely.

"Bobby!" He ran ahead cutting through another cluster of people. Fairly soon I had lost sight of him. Cursing at my own stupidity (something that was becoming common after joining the X-Men) I saw the kids' escape route. It was a dead end and the only way to leave was the elevator. I didn't know why I felt I had to catch up with him. I had to set things right again.

"What do you think your doing?" Hissed the all too familiar exasperated voice of my team leader. At the moment he was the last person I wanted to speak to. This was all his fault. The little self-righteous--"

"Answer me, Worthington!" I glared dangerously at him. Scott recoiled half a step in shock, yet he refused to let me be. "If he gets hurt because--"

I didn't let him finish as I rushed towards the stairs. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going after him. And I am not going to make things worse." I added as he opened his mouth.

"What about the Professor?"

"Tell him anything you want!" I yelled back distractedly. 

A/N: With a lot of tension about the mutant killings and Bobbys' injury I figured they boys were due to snap at each other. I've been thinking about doing a one shot in Bobbys' POV about this chapter what do you guys think?

Next Chapter: Things don't work out exactly the way Warren planned.