"Get your butt out of bed now bub, you got a training session in the danger room," said a gruff voice, waking Jamie up.

"Great," he grumbled. "Some kids my age get a 'good morning, oh, you need to get up now,' I get Wolverine." He sat up in his bed, wondering slightly on why his arm was hurting so much, but he brushed it off, thinking that he had slept on it wrong.

"Hey shrimp, it's your turn to wake Tabitha," Bobby said, sticking his head through the open door.

Jamie groaned again. Tabitha duty. Every 8 days, he was stuck with trying to get their resident wacko to wake up. Not only was it difficult, it was slightly dangerous. Just yesterday, Ray got his favorite shirt blown up when he tried pulling Tabitha out of her bed.

Jamie quickly got dressed, ran his fingers through his hair, knowing that someone would yell at him for not actually brushing it, and walked into Tabitha's room.

"Tabitha, wake up," he said quietly, knowing she wouldn't hear him. She didn't, and kept on snoring. "Tabitha," he said, a little louder. "Wake up Tabitha." He poked her a few times, seeing if that would help any.

It didn't.

Or maybe it did, it depends on how you view being thrown on the ground with three little cherry bombs in your face.

"Uh, hi Tabitha," Jamie gulped, hoping that he wouldn't get blown up.

"Jamie, what are you doing in here? And why the heck are you trying to wake me up?" Tabitha asked, crawling back under the covers as she spoke.

"It's my turn to wake you up," Jamie told her. "And we have to be in the danger room in 20 minutes. And remember, Mr. Logan said that if any of us are late, we all get the early sessions for another week."

Tabitha snorted. "Yeah, like Badger would really ground all of you because I'm a minute late."

"He did last month, remember? You were late, and we all had to wash the X- van and all that stuff."

Tabitha thought for a moment, trying to remember which time of probation he was talking about. "Oh yeah, and I said I was sick, and got out of it 'cause Baldy wasn't there to say I was lying. Yeah, okay, so Badger is crazy enough to do it, but come on kid, I want to go back to sleep," Tabitha said, closing her eyes.

Jamie knew he was about to lose her. So he did the thing any normal 12-year- old would do-start jumping on the bed.

"Tabitha come on, if I have to get up, you have to get up," Jamie said, making more multiples appear, which added to the noise.

"You've got to get up."

"I don't want to clean."

"Get up you lazy bum," said one rather brave multiple.

"My arm hurts," said the original Jamie, holding his arm.

"Ah, come on Jamie, I know you want to get out of class, but Badger won't let you out of it," Tabitha said, pushing the multiples off the bed.

"No, it really hurts," Jamie said, reabsorbing the multiples, and left the room.

He decided that he would eat breakfast now, even though it was only 5:30, because he would probably want to go to bed after the danger room session. He couldn't think of anything that he had to do, and since it was summer, Miss Monroe couldn't nag him about doing homework.

As he got down to the kitchen, he saw that every new recruit besides Tabitha, and Scott and Jean were down there.

'Great,' he thought, 'fighting over breakfast, just what I want at 5:30 in the freaking morning.' Jean gave him an odd glance, obviously overhearing what he thought. He ignored her, and started towards the cupboard.

He opened it up and looked inside. Awesome, there were cookies right at the top shelf. All he had to do was reach up...dang it; he was still too short to reach them. Sam happened to be watching him and laughed. He casually reached up, grabbed the cookies, and tossed them to Roberto, who, in turn, tossed them to Bobby.

The recruits were having a wonderful time playing keep away from Jamie, when Jean telepathically lifted them up over the fridge. Jamie sighed, a perfect bag of cookies, mentally taken away. What a way to start the day.

It just got worse as the morning went on. Bobby tripped him, and he landed hard on his arm, making three multiples appear, Ray had 'accidentally' spilled his orange juice all over him, and Tabitha, when she finally came down, who was still kind of peeved at being woken up, put a bomb in his cereal. And to top it all off- his arm was hurting really badly.

He really wasn't looking forward to the session, but he lucked out. It was a target practice, and since he didn't have any shooting powers, he just had to watch. And laugh as one of the things that Bobby was supposed to hit flew at him, and hit him on the head, sending him to the infirmary. He stopped laughing when Bobby glared at him. The other recruits were really mad about Jamie getting out of the session, when they all had to work. Jamie knew he would probably get locked in a closest or something later for not having to work, but he figured he'd worry about that later.

After the session, Jamie went to Hank about his arm, which was really starting to bug him.

"Mr. McCoy?" Jamie asked, trying to get his attention away from book he was reading.

"Yes, Jamie," Hank said, rather annoyed at being interrupted.

"My arm really hurts, and I don't know why," Jamie said, puling up his sleeve to show Hank.

"Hmm," Hank said, "it is rather swollen, did you do anything to it?"

"No, well, Bobby knocked me over today, but...no, it was hurting when I woke up, I don't think I hurt it yesterday," Jamie said, confused on why his arm was hurting when he did nothing to it.

"Well, let's go down to the infirmary and check it out," Hank told him.

When they got there, Hank took Jamie's blood pressure his temperature, which Jamie didn't understand. His arm was hurting- why did he need his temperature checked?

"Your temperatures really high, it's almost 102 degrees," Hank said.

"Why do I have a fever? It's just my arm," Jamie asked.

"Well, there's a few things that could of caused it," Hank said, looking over some papers in a notebook. "Why don't you wait here while I check with the Professor?"

Jamie sat on one of the hospital beds, kicking his legs over the edge, staring at Bobby, who was still in there after his incident in the Danger room.

"What are you staring at shrimp?" He asked, noticing that Jamie was staring at him.

"Nothing," Jamie said quickly, not wanting to talk back to the older mutant. He had learned from experience, it was not smart to insult or backtalk to the other mutants. It resulted in having pranks pulled on him, or junk poured on him.

When he had turned the danger room on a high level on Bobby, Ray, Sam, and Jubilee, the next day they had locked him in there for an hour and a half. He had so many bruises from it, he jumped off the stairs, so none of the teachers would find out. He definitely didn't want to go through that again.

He glared at Bobby, hoping he wouldn't notice, and at the same time, hoping he would. He was so sick of being pushed around, and picked on when he was smaller. His anger quickly died when Bobby turned and glared at him, and Jamie decided now would be a great time to look somewhere else.

"Jamie, I think I have some bad news," Hank said, walking back in.

"What's wrong? Jamie asked.

"Well, the professor and I think it would be best if we took you to the Emergency room," Hank told him.

"What?" Jamie yelled. "I don't want to go there. Can't you just put a cast on it?"

"Jamie," Hank explained, "we don't think it's a broken arm. The Professor thinks it's something called Osteo Myolitis."

Jamie stared at him blankly. "What?"

"Is that bad?" Bobby butted in.

"Um, well, it could be," Hank said, obviously worried about how bad it could be.

"How bad could it be?" Jamie asked. "We're not talking death-like bad? Are we?"

"Well, I think it's a little too early to be talking like that. I think there have only been a few death cases," Hank said.

Jamie got kind of scared, and fell off of the bed, causing three multiples to appear. They started running around the room screaming.

"Oh my gosh, we're gonna die!"

"I'm too cute to die!"

"What are we going to do?"

"Jamie, calm down, it might not be bad at all," Hank said.

Bobby, who didn't really understand most of what was going on, thanks to the lump on his head, only got that he had tripped Jamie, making him land on his arm, and now it might kill him.

"Oh shoot," he said.

K, I just wanted to let you know, what Jamie has is a real disease, one I never heard of before my sister got it, but it is real, and I'm only 15, so some of it is kind of over my head, so don't expect all this facny explanations on that deisease thing that I'm not going to attempt to try and spell again. K, R&R. Bye