Yes, I know the last chapter was excruciatingly short but it was necessary to be that short. Not only does it help with my plot devices (for selfish reasons) it gives you all an update that is easy to read and a good piece of sustenance until my next update.

And no, Daniel and Seyla did not disappear! They just took a detour. A detour that I created and goes well with the plot devices. sticks tongue out at reviewers briefly

HOPEFULLY THIS WILL BE A LONG ENOUGH CHAPTER FOR ALL OF YOU!!!

There is some translated text in this chapter. The translations follows directly after in double parenthesis. (( ))

## Brotherhood Boarding House- the next morning ##

Jason and Darcy were the first ones up that morning, each claiming some breakfast and settling on Teen Titans as the morning cartoon. Slowly but surely, the rest of the Brotherhood excluding Daniel and Seyla trickled in and took seats on the couches or directly in front of them. Havok even swooped in, munching on a breakfast burrito as he took his usual place in the window.

Anne stretched, taking a silent inventory of those present. "Anyone seen Kitsune and Dan?" She glanced at Jason for answers but he shook his head.

"They ditched us last night when the guys ambushed us," Denise said groggily, pushing her hair out of her face.

Darcy stood, collecting several dishes from her couch-mates. "I hope nothing happened to them."

"You have to that nothing bad happened, Darce. Good things happen too." The group spun around to the doorway of the living room to see Seyla and Daniel there, their clothes slightly torn with odd stains in hot pink, lime green, red, and black.

Daniel was smiling like a fool. "Before you ask," he cut them off and tossed a can of spray paint to a gaping Lance. "It's a long story of how and why, but we just added some graffiti to Bayville High School."

Seyla giggled as the group gaped at them. "Well, what is it?"

Havok wiped a fake tear from his eye. "I'm so proud of you kids." Their smiles doubled as the took off upstairs to change.

Jason shook his head but caught sight of Darcy's massive smile. "It was kind of cool," he relinquished.

## Xavier mansion- around the same time (which is about 10 a.m.) ##

"You were utterly reckless! You exposed yourself to a large group of humans!" Logan paced back and forth as he berated the line of teenagers in Charles Xavier's favorite study. Professor Xavier himself sat behind the desk, watching the surroundings. "You could have brought the news cameras back here! Almost fifty people saw your little tussle and they saw your faces very clearly!!"

He stopped in front of Rogue who quickly switched her gaze from straight ahead to down at the ground. "As if you weren't recognizable enough, now everyone in Bayville knows to look out for you!"

He took two steps forward and peered menacingly at Keyaira. "Five people say that in the middle of the fight, you just disappeared, Creed. Poof!" He flashed his hands and startled her. "Vanished!"

He completely bypassed Ryan, Andrew, Mike, and Kitty to stand in front of a very stoic Nathaniel. "You were very lucky that no civilians were caught in the crossfire. And you were damn lucky that your powers didn't manifest!!!"

Nathaniel bit his tongue to keep from responding as Logan strode to the end of the row and stood in front of Anastacia. "I thought you would know better," he chided, shaking his head. "I'd burn that damn coat of yours if your Uncle hadn't hid it. You had to show off, you damn arrogant daughter of a Marko!! You could have just walked away! But no, crumpled iron just fit with the décor better!"

He glared forcefully and she flinched when she met his eyes. He stalked away from the lineup, pacing in a tighter circuit in front of the Professor's desk. "I cannot believe you all did this! Everybody except Kitty and Rogue, you have an extra session in the Danger Room on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the morning and you have to clean up the mess you made in the drive way. Nathaniel, your firearms are hereby confiscated except for outside sessions. Anastacia, you may go to class but only to class and you cannot wear your coat for the next month."

The two oldest of the teens assembled gasped, Nathan taking a step forward, his face contorting in rage. Anastacia, still wide-eyed in her own shock, held her hand out in front of his chest. "Don't, Calina," she whispered, even her voice sounding weak. He stepped backward, his eyes still slightly glazed with rage.

Logan continued pacing in his tight circle, pursing his lips. "Kitty, Rogue, you two have laundry and dish duty for the next two weeks. For every meal and no skimping. You're all dismissed. Don't disappoint us further."

"Sounds like you're pretty easy to disappoint," a woman at the doorway called, her voice tinged with a British accent. The group turned to see a man and a woman smiling expectantly in the doorway. The man was dressed in jeans, a burgundy T-shirt, and a large brown overcoat, his short blonde hair collecting bits of sunlight. The woman was dressed a bit less conservatively in a blue jeans skirt, black mary janes, white knee socks, and a black tank top. Her skin was a light almond color, her brown eyes taking an almond shape and her hereditary black hair intertwined with chunky streaks of purple.

"That's my hair," Keyaira squeaked in amazement, pointing.

The girl in the doorway shrugged. "I'll share it with you?"

Keyaira giggled but scooted to the side as the Professor tapped on the small of her back. "This is the student you informed me of Warren?" Xavier rolled up to the blonde man, gesturing to the woman.

"Yes, this is Betsy," he responded, gesturing to her.

"Elizabeth Braddock," she corrected, extending a slender hand to the Professor, which he shook kindly. "My brothers called me Psylocke."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he nodded before turning his attention to Warren. "There's someone, I'd like you to meet."

He motioned to Anastacia, who looked meekly back at Logan before steeping up next to her uncle. "This is my niece, Anastacia. Anastacia, this is Warren Worthington. The other students call him Angel." He smiled at the mention of his codename and shook Anastacia's hand in a friendly way.

Nathaniel stepped forward and held out his hand. "Nathaniel Washington."

Warren shook his hand as well. "Yes, the Professor told me about you. I hear you have wings too, Kaiser?"

He nodded begrudgingly. "Not the same kind, but no one's ever truly alike."

Betsy giggled and caught Nathan's attention. Her eyes widened and she dropped her mouth in shock. He flashed a handsome smile and shook her hand. I

n the background, Kitty Pryde bit the inside of her lip and crossed her arms over her chest.

Rogue leaned over and whispered in her ear. "He's a player, Kit. I told you not to get attached."

Kitty shrugged in frustration. "He seemed different." Rogue rolled her eyes and faced forward. Logan moved up next to the Professor, nodding curtly to Warren and his new guest.

The Professor turned his head slightly and beckoned to Keyaira. "I believe that you can share a room with Miss Creed, if that's alright."

When both girls nodded, he smiled. "If that's settled, you are all dismissed." The teens filed out of the office and dispersed, Keyaira leading Betsy off toward the room they now shared. Ryan, Mike, and Andrew took off towards the kitchen for breakfast as Nathan, Anastacia, Rogue, and Kitty went down towards the living room.

As soon as they entered the living room however, Bobby, Ray, and Sam hopped off the couch and surrounded them. "Could one of you drive us to the library??" Bobby's eyes widened as he stared at the two oldest teens expectantly.

"Can't you go to the library here?" Nathaniel asked back sourly.

"It doesn't have the books we need for Miss Munroe's botany report," Sam replied, pushing back an offended Ray.

"I guess I can borrow the X-Van. Besides, I need to study a bit too." Anastacia shrugged and pointed at the door. "Be there in five minutes."

The boys all cheered and bounced toward the door. The rest of the group took the abandoned seats on the couch, Kitty elbowing Nathaniel to scoot over.

Anastacia pulled on a black windbreaker and called up the massive stairs. "I'm taking the guys to the library in the van. Be back at about one." She collected her own green notebook and was halfway through the door when she heard a hurried yelling in German and then was confronted with a small cloud of sulphuric gas.

"Anyone more room left in the van?" a harried Kurt asked. "I need more studying."

Anastacia brushed herself off but nodded. "OK, just lay off the German swear words."

As they exited the mansion, he gave her a funny look. "Sie sprechen Deutsches?" ((You speak German?))

She nodded, twirling the keys on her fingers. "Ja aber nicht das gut. Es war nur meine vierte Sprache." ((Yes, but not that well. It was only my fourth language.))

He stared at her wide-eyed. "Wieviele Sprachen sprechen Sie?" ((How many languages do you speak?))

She paused to mentally count. "Sieben gehend auf acht. Ich erlerne Chinesen im Augenblick." ((Seven going on eight. I'm learning Chinese right now.))

He continued staring at her as she rounded the van and got in the driver's side. "Scheiße," he muttered.

As he fell into the passenger's side, she looked at him sternly. "Don't swear."

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