A/N: Hope you liked the first chapter, I've been thinking about a way to form the plot for a couple of hours now, and I think I figured it out. Hope you like it ;)

Two

"Psst, Rogue... Hey dork, get up." Kitty Pryde is poking me. She smacks my shoulder with something hard, my toe shoes. I'd loved dancing ever since I could remember. "Dancing time, c'mon get up, I don't wanna be late, Emma will have a fit if we are." I roll over. Kitty is dressed in her leotard, and her hair is poised in a perfect bun at the nape of her neck. Traditional Ballerina. I groan.

"It isn't that hard, step number one, no covers." She yanks them off me, and my bare legs form goose bumps.

"Whore," I mumble, and throw a pillow at her, grabbing my shoes, and sliding off my shirt, to put the rest of the stuff on. I eventually slide on my toe shoes, and lace them up. After breakfast we go back upstairs.

"Hair," Kitty says taking it in her hands.

"Kitty I can..." But it no use fighting her, she already has my hair up like hers, she attacks my head with hairspray. I cough.

"Damn, don't use the whole can sugah, it's supposed to last me all week, and the recital."

"Don't sweat it, I'll buy you another can," she stops for a minute, and attacks again.

"Kitty!" I cough.

"Hey, it's not my fault your hair is super curly, I can't get it to stay."

"Voila!" She finishes, and I hear the can clank into the waste-bin.

"Ugh."

Kitty looks at me and arches her brow as if I have something on me a ballerina absolutely does not possess.

"What?" I query.

"You seriously need t' lay off on those nachos." She says. "Look at your stomach."

I observe my profile from the side... She's right. There's a slight bulge to my stomach.

I think of a conclusion, but shake it. Me and Remy haven't... But... Wait a second...

I begin counting in my head, how many months it's been, the usual things a person would worry about as far as boyfriends and bulging stomachsare concerned.

I think I figure something out, but I don't tell Kitty anything.

"Yeah, I seriously need to lay off." I lie through my teeth. I can't believe I'm doing this... But I really want to dance, and if I tell Kitty what I'm thinking, she'd whisk me into bed so fast it'd make my head spin.

We head over to the exercise room, mirrors and bars lining the walls.

"Finally for once you aren't late ladies... Thank you." Emma says with that smile of hers that would make any guy go nuts.

"No problem." I shrug.

"Yeah right," Kitty smirks. "If it wasn't for me you've been really late."

"Okay, we'll stretch, work on our plies, and work out the kinks in our routine. Any questions?"

"Yeah," Jubilee raises her hand. The other is working on getting out another hoop earring.

"Casting," He mutters finally getting the earring out.

"Right, yes, casting is next week."

She nods.

We stretch, and plie, and work out our kinks, I was working out a final spin, and suddenly my stomach wasn't keeping settled. I feel the color draining from my face, and both Emma and Kitty notice it. I dart to the bathroom, and hurl my breakfast into the toilet.

Kitty knocks on the door. "Rogue, are you okay?"

"Ah'm fine sugah." I cough, my stomach threatens to wrench, but I swallow, and it backs down.

"Tell her we're done for today." Emma assures Kitty. "I think it's just try-out nerves." She winks at Kitty, and walks away to the others.

I come out of the bathroom ashen faced, and ready for a nap.

"You sure you're okay?" She asks again, her brow is knitted with concern.

"Yeah." I lie again... "Ah'm fine. Nerves yah know..."

Kitty nods, but something tells me she knows something's up. She walks me back up to my room, and makes sure I get in bed okay.

"Are you positive everything's okay?"

"No," I confess. "Ah'm not sure... The thing is... Ah think ah'm...- But I don't have time to finish my sentence, there's a knock at the door...

(To Be Continued...)