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GambitGirl2008: Glad you love it.

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The Uncanny R-Man: Glad you liked that part and the pairing choice for Rahne.

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LadyDeathStrike1: Yes, I'm sorry I didn't mention that. X23 has been with the X-men, but unoffically. She comes and goes. The eye candy part was just an effect of her being around Kitty too much. She just learned from Kitty, that's all.

X-TREM-X23: Thanks, and I checked up on the comic X23. Whoa, very different.

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It was cold, dark, and it smelled like flowers.

Tabitha curled up on the ground and wrapped her hands around her legs. The flowery smell of her own perfume blocked whatever smell was around her, whether it was good or bad. Pushing herself onto her knees, Tabitha rested her head against her hands. A tear escaped her eye.

Trapped. That's how she felt, that's what she was. Even though she wasn't alone, her friends were trapped too. None of them could help her, and she could not help them. Tabitha felt utterly confused as to why she now a prisoner. But she wasn't an X-men really. And she wasn't with the Brotherhood. Someone didn't have a personal vendetta against her, since her friends had been snatched up as well. It was all too strange.

"Hey. Don't cry."

The voice was soft, yet strong and a little tired. A voice always managed to put a little spark into Tabitha's emotions. She immediately drew her hands away from her face and tried a bleak smile through the tears.

"Hey yourself," she whispered with a smirk, although there was no humor inside of her. Ray sat on the ground in front of her, wanting to help. He crawled over to her, and wrapped her in a reassuring embrace.

Tabitha Smith had always felt strong inside, and not emotionally. That was another story. Her power came from her free spirit and her independent streak, even though it always helped her to do the occasional mooching. She was a flirt, doing it with almost anybody who would give her the time of the day. However, one man was different. Different then the others that she'd interacted with.

Ray Crisp.

Ever since she had first met him at the institute, she had quickly flirted up a storm. However, he repaid it, and soon they would even become friends. Something Tabitha was not use to, at that time at least. She had plenty of girlfriends, but guys were another story.

Ray was different, always acting cool yet soft towards her. He was still the hotheaded macho guy, but he wasn't always like that. The true Ray always opened up around her. Even though she'd mainly been attracted to him because of his body and attitude, his personality made her stay. Of course she still always loved a good make out session and watching him shirtless and all. Now he was comforting her, and it made her feel so much more special.

"Tabitha? You all right? You look like you're deep in thought." Ray stated suddenly, squeezing Tabitha a little. She snapped back to reality and gaze up into his comforting face.

"I am now, with you."

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She listened to him as he spoke. She took it all in, but mainly just him.

Jubilee sat on the ground with her back against the cold wall, brushing some strands of hair from her face while she listened to Bobby plan out an escape. Of course, they had no idea where they were and what was going on, but he was already in his leader mode. He reminded her of Scott, except that Bobby had a very different personality outside of the battles.

Bobby Drake was a guy you could have fun with. Jubilee knew it like a fact. With his good humor and pranks, any anxiety or trouble just rather faded away. He was good at making people feel happy and upbeat, but Jubilee felt more than that. She felt love.

Whether it was love at first sight or just a growing crush, Jubilee had instantly taken a liking in the iced-up guy. With their similar wild antics and playful attitudes, they hit it off quickly. Their friendship had been instant and soon bloomed after that. Things had been on hiatus though, after Jubilee had left the institute. Luckily, Bobby still cared, and they had quickly patched things back together again when she'd returned only a month ago.

For Jubilee, Bobby was a double catch and a bonus. She definitely considered him cute right off the bat, but he had a nice body too. His smile often froze her, but it probably could have literally. He was also smart and a real nice guy. The bonus was that he was also such a great leader. If she had stereotyped him as the silly guy who pulled all the childish pranks, she would have never found the caring, protective leader type he really was. However, Jubilee was just glad she had access to both of Bobby's sides.

"So do you understand?"

Jubilee nodded slowly with a smile, not really knowing what Bobby had been saying. He could see that she'd been lost in her thoughts, but he made no need to mention it. She did notice how tense he looked.

Clad in a very loose muscle shirt and baggy sweatpants, Bobby leaned back and yawned suddenly. Jubilee herself was dressed in a uniform that she'd received before being tossed into her cell. Having chosen to change into it because it was colder in the cell and her pajamas weren't keeping her warm enough. Thankfully, she'd changed before Bobby had joined her as well, since she knew how much of a peeker he could be. Then again, she wouldn't have minded that much. Bobby had already gotten real close to her.

Bobby's uniform rested to the side, since he'd neglected to slip into it. Jubilee knew he wasn't shy, that was a given. However, he wasn't really into the uniform. Neither was she, but the cold had forced her to change.

Crawling over to him, Jubilee reached out behind Bobby and slipped her hands on his shoulders, and started to rub. Her hands slid under his shirt and along his shoulders, squeezing and rubbing his tense muscle. There had been more than one occasion when he'd need her relaxing message techniques. Now he was in great need of it.

As Bobby sighed blissfully, she removed her hands and placed them up the back of his shirt. She stroked him lightly, making sure to run her hands over all the areas of his back. She just hoped he wouldn't enjoy it so much that he might doze off a little. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Hey, can you get me all over?" Bobby asked in a soft and sleepy tone, slipping off his muscle shirt. Jubilee answered by patting his shoulder softly, and continuing her massaging. If only the whole situation of her and her friends trapped and confused wasn't surrounding her, Jubilee could enjoy herself while she massaged a shirtless Bobby.

Nevertheless, her mind kept traveling over the fact that they were prisoners of an unknown capturer.

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"This not a game, and I sure hope you're taking this seriously."

"Ah don't care what you have to say!" Sam Guthrie yelled back, closing his eyes as he heard the whip crack.

A sting of pain jolted through him, as he felt his wound start to bleed. Sam kept a clench jaw and rebellious look as he stared through the shadows at the only other two occupants of the small room. Metal restraints held him against the wall, keeping him from moving more than just a little shifting. The closest figure to him had the whip, their features masked by shadows. The other one, a man, stood a little farther back. His voice boomed with deep seriousness and irritation. Sam kept a straight face and tried not to show any signs. The slash on his side was still painful though.

The whip cracked again, this time as a treat, as it smacked the wall just next to Sam's shoulder. He didn't flinch at all, but on the inside, he did.

"This is very light torment, nothing that harsh. It can all be unavoidable if you just agree to my proposition.

Through and angry frown, Sam spat angrily. "Ah just want to know what you want with my friends! Why are you doing all this?!"

The man replied with a scoff, as the other man whipped Sam again. A long rip now stretched across the front of his new uniform, revealing the slash along his chest. This time he flinched, dropping his chin down and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Now what good would that do? For this to work you either need to be willing or weak. At least I'm giving you a choice, Mr. Guthrie. I'm not enjoying your suffering at all."

"And Ah'm supposed to believe that?!" Sam retorted venomously with a sneer. The whip slashed his shoulder this time, so quickly that he was surprised and cried out.

"That's enough now," replied the same stern voice from out of Sam's view. "He's weak enough for you to perform on him. Make sure you do it right, and then throw him in the cell. We'll wait to use him until the time comes."

The other figure did not replied, but pulled Sam away as the restraints opened. Sam walked a little with his head down, still feeling the pain every step.

Somehow, he had to get out of here. But not without the others.

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A/N: A little insight to what's going on with the New Mutants. And guess on their captors? Well, next chapter will deal with Rogue and what happened to her. Please review!