A big thank you to all my reviewers. I means such a lot when the AOL lady tells me tha I've got email and then I see that it's a review and my day gets even better. Yay! Thanks guys.

I'm glad you all seem to think that I moved the story on at the right point. I'd had a bit to much of all the pranks.

Agent-G The cut on Mattie's arm was only a little thing. It was the shock of being cut that pulled her out of her superspeed moment. It wasn't that bad, although I'm sure that Kurt or Jean patched it up for her. Thanks for recomending me by the way.

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Hide and Seek

Mattie lay awake that night. Beside her she could hear Paige's quiet snoring. Mattie lay staring at the ceiling. Sleep just wouldn't come. She just kept seeing Bobby. Did he harbour any feelings for her, or was that all in Jubilee's head. Why had Jubilee said anything anyway? It had just left her confused and frustrated. She was having extra training with Rogue tomorrow, no Saturday lie in. And if she didn't get some sleep she would be next to useless, but still her brain raced, forcing her to stay awake. What if Bobby was thinking about her right now? The though made her whole body tingle. Damn, Jubilee. Why did she have to start this?

She heard a floorboard creak. Her already wide awake body found some reserve and woke up some more. Who was it? Probably Logan, prowling around making sure that they were all in bed. Or... Bobby. The name that was foremost in her mind surfaced once again. He was still smarting from her latest trick. What if he was planning his revenge now? She was certain of it. He was up and about, plotting and executing his latest revenge. Mattie sat up. She had to stop him. Sliding out of bed she slipped into her trainers and tiptoed across the room. Pausing at the door to make sure that Paige was still asleep she crept out into the dark hallway. She froze for a second listening intently for any sound of Bobby. There was a thud from downstairs. She moved to the top of the stairs in a blur of movement. Peering between the banisters she saw a figure moving in the gloom of the hallway. Bobby, still in the jeans and t-shirt he'd worn that day, was doing something downstairs. She couldn't make out what from where she was, she needed to get closer. Racing down the stairs she caught Bobby by surprise. He jumped back in alarm as she suddenly appeared out of the dark.

"What are you doing? Trying to give me a heart attack!" He took in her vest top and shorts pyjamas. "Or am I dreaming?"

Mattie ignored his comment. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing."

Mattie looked around at the string and pulleys that he had nearby him. "Doesn't look like nothing to me. Admit it. You're trying to get back at me."

"What if I am?" Bobby replied hotly. "You've got it coming Drew."

"Oh get over yourself." Mattie shot back at him. "I caught you. Give up."

Bobby shook his head. Then he stiffened as they heard the sound of a door closing. "It's Logan."

"Good." Mattie crossed her arms and smirked at him. "I hope he catches you."

"Us." Bobby corrected.

"What?"

"Us." Bobby repeated. "Catches us. You're out of bed too remember."

Mattie's smirk disappeared. "Shit." She glanced wildly around her as they heard another noise. "What do we do?"

"Hide." Bobby grabbed her hand and they ran the length of the hallway. Letting Bobby drag her Mattie strained her ears, listening to the house, listening for any sounds. All she could hear was her heart beat and the sound of their feet as they ran. And on top of that, she couldn't stop her heart beating faster at the touch of Bobby's hand. Bobby slowed their pace as the approached the kitchen. Walking slowly their ears pricked for any sound, Mattie let her hand rest in his even though he was no longer pulling her along. They were at the kitchen door when they both heard the sound of a cupboard door. Mattie's eyes widen in fright. He was in there! There was only a door separating them from Logan! Logan with his sense of smell and hearing! She turned to Bobby who had stiffened at the sound. He slipped his hand from hers as he started to ice up. Little protection against Logan's nose, but better than the smells that the human body gave off.

Go. He mouthed at her. Fast.

She nodded and put ever ounce of speed into her getaway. Bobby followed behind her, as silent as snow.

Mattie paused in the hallway. She should get back to her room, but she wanted to make sure that Bobby had got to safety. She stood nervously tapping her foot, biting her lower lip. Where was he? Had Logan caught him? She caught sight of him and sighed in relief. He'd made it.

"What are you waiting for?" He hissed at her. "Get going."

They both raced up the stairs. They'd reached the landing before they heard the sound of voices. The Professor and Mr McCoy. A door opened and they could hear the voices all the more clearly. Mr McCoy was about to take his leave. Meaning he'd be on the landing. Where they were. Mattie risked a glance over the balcony and saw Logan's shadow advancing before him. They were trapped. She turned, horrified, to Bobby. He stared all around him, looking for some way out of the mess that they had got themselves into. He moved to the window gave it a push to open it as wide as it would go. Then he sent a stream of ice out the window to the nearest tree. It formed a shimmering bridge, which glittered in the moonlight.

"After you." Bobby said giving her a shove. "Quick."

"Are you kidding?" Mattie reached out and touched the ice, her hand slipped.

"Fine. Stay here." Bobby clambered through the window and made him way across the bridge.

Mattie glanced behind her. Damned if she did and damned if she didn't. She crawled out on to the bridge. The ice numbed her hands and knees as she crawled. The tree seemed miles away. She was suspended in the air by a bridge made of; well let's face it, water. All right, frozen water, but water none the less. And she wasn't to sure about trusting water to hold her up. Bobby made hurrying motions to her, from where he was perched in the bow of the tree. Mattie lifted her hand from where it had sunk into the ice. The thing about frozen water, she thought, was that sooner of later it changed back into unfrozen water. This thought gave her a boost of extra speed and she all but through herself into the tree. Landing on Bobby. She was aware that she was sprawled across him and pressing against parts of him that she'd only been thinking about before. She struggled to move away from him, worrying that he could see her blushing. Bobby lost his precarious footing and toppled backwards dragging Mattie with him.

Not good! Not good!

Mattie flung out her arms, fingers grabbing for some sort of hand hold. Her left hand latched on to a branch and she threw her body in that direction. Her right hand found the same branch. Safe! She tightened her grip, just as Bobby tightened his round her waist. Her body jolted as she took his weight as well as her own. She looked down and saw that they were still several feet off the ground. Falling now would not be good. They'd walk away from it, or maybe limp. But she could do without a broken leg. She managed to hoist herself slightly and wrapped her arm around the branch.

Please hold. Please hold. Mattie begged the branch. Bobby still had both arms wrapped tightly around her waist. His face pressed into the small of her back, his hands on her hips. His weight lessened slightly as his scrabbling feet managed to gain purchase on one of the lower branches. Mattie looked up, the branch would hold, but she didn't think that she could for much longer.

"I can't hold you." She managed to get out though gritted teeth.

"Just a few seconds more." Bobby called up to her. He balanced on the branch then let go of her, caught hold of the branch and swung himself down. Mattie almost cried with relief. She lowed herself down to the same branch, then climbed down, the muscles in her arms screaming out their protests about her treatment of them. Landing on the ground she looked up to where the ice bridge had been. It had melted away without a trace, the open window the only evidence of their escape.

"Come on." Bobby was pulling at her arm again. "We have to get away."

They rounded the building, Bobby in the lead, dragging Mattie along behind him.

"Where are we going?"

"We have to get back inside." Bobby told her.

"Okay. I'm all for that. How?"

In reply Bobby swung open the door to the garage. Mattie tiptoed inside, looking into the gloom, convinced that every corner hand Logan lurking in it.

"You wanted to show me your car again?" She asked. As Bobby open the passenger door and started rooting around in the glove box. He slammed the door shut and rounded on her angrily.

"Don't you touch my car!"

She smiled angelically at him. "Me?"

Bobby sighed, and then made his way through the garage. "I sneak in this way all the time."

He reached the door that connected the garage to the main building. It was locked.

Mattie rolled her eyes. "And your next plan was?"

Grinning Bobby held up the key that he had retrieved from the car. "Well I rather thought I let us in." He told her smugly. He pushed the door open slowly, letting his eyes adjust to the dark. Then he motioned for Mattie to follow him. They slipped inside and Bobby locked the door and pocketed the key.

Mattie kept a watchful eye on her surroundings. She was sure that Logan knew that they were out there somewhere. Damn Bobby! If he hadn't been sneaking around then she wouldn't have got up and she wouldn't be in this mess. She glared at his back resentfully as he led the way through the house.

A sound made Bobby pause. The both froze, not moving a muscle. They waited for several heart beats, and then moved forward again. Mattie just wanted to be back in bed. A treacherous part of her argued that that wasn't all she wanted. Part of her was enjoying being in the dark with Bobby, close behind him. So close that they were almost touching. She remembered the way her heart had skipped when he'd taken hold of her hand. And the firm muscles that she'd felt when she'd fallen into him in the tree. Her mind was miles away, busy exploring Bobby's stomach muscles, and she bumped into Bobby as she stopped again. He turned and glared at her. Then put his finger to his lips. She glared back, she was being quiet. The sound of footsteps made them forget their differences. Glancing wildly around, Bobby grabbed hold of Mattie and shoved her through the nearest door then followed her. Mattie found herself in the coat cupboard, rammed head first into musty clothes that were in serious need of airing. She was pushed back into them as Bobby pushed his way in. There was just enough space for the both of them to stand upright. Mattie shook her head at him and started out again. Bobby grabbed her arms to stop her, he cupped his ear and Mattie could hear the footsteps getting closer. Bobby held onto her and pulled the door closed behind him.

"No!" Mattie lunged past him at the door, but it was too late. She heard the latch click into place.

Bobby clamped his hand over her mouth, his eyes wide, warning her to be quiet. The footsteps didn't pause. Pressing his eye up against a hole in the door, Bobby saw Mr McCoy walking past; he held a cup in his hand and was obviously after coffee. No doubt he was working late on some science project. In any case he seemed completely oblivious to their presence.

Bobby held on to Mattie until he could no longer hear Mr McCoy, then he took his hand away from her mouth. "Where you trying to get us caught?" He hissed at her.

"You fucking idiot!" Mattie returned venomously.

Bobby looked stunned. "Huh?"

"You." Mattie repeated. "Are a fucking idiot!" She pointed at the door then made a grand show of finding the door handle. There wasn't one. "You've locked us in!"

"What?" Bobby studied the door, trying to find a handle.

Mattie watched him, arms crossed and a superior look on her face.

Bobby shoved at the door. It didn't budge, the latch holding it firmly in place. "But... Why isn't there..." He trailed off.

Mattie finished his question for him. "Why isn't there a handle?" She raised an eyebrow. "I'll tell you why. Because this is a fucking coat cupboard! It doesn't need a handle on the inside. Because only stupid fucking idiots would lock themselves inside it!"

"All right." Bobby grunted. "You've made your point." He turned to face her and Mattie's face was suddenly only inches away from his. "So how do we get out of here?"

"You got us in here. You figure out how to get us out." Mattie snapped at him, unnerved by his proximity.

"Oh very helpful. Thanks." Bobby snapped back, turning his attention to the door again. He threw his shoulder against it and was rewarded with a bruised shoulder. The door didn't move.

Mattie rolled her eyes and leaned back on the coats. "I'll just make myself comfortable shall I?"

Bobby muttered something under his breath, but didn't repeat it when Mattie looked questioningly at him.

Mattie watched as Bobby pounded on the door, shook it, kicked it, punched it and threw his shoulder against it again. Nothing worked.

"I don't know why you're so smug." Bobby told her. "You're stuck in here to."

Mattie nodded. "Emphasis on the stuck. So I'm not wasting my time in pointless gestures."

"So what do you suggest then?" Bobby asked leaning back against the wall. Several strands of his hair were in his face and Mattie really wanted to brush them out the way for him. She placed her hands behind her back and leaned heavily on them.

"I don't know. If I did then we wouldn't still be in here."

Bobby sighed. "Tonight has just been way to much like hard work." He grinned at her. "This isn't another joke is it?"

Mattie laughed. "Wish it was. It would be a good one."

Bobby shifted his position and Mattie was once again overly aware of his body. Her bare leg rested against his jeans and she could feel the warmth of this leg through the material. Her skin tingled with the contact.

"Hey." Bobby looked above her to where the coats hung on the rail. He reached past her pressing his whole body against hers. He grabbed the coat hanger then stepped back as if suddenly shy. Mattie wished there was more light so she could see the expression on his face.

"There's a hole in the door." Bobby said turning his attention back to the latch. "Maybe I can poke this hanger through it and lift the latch."

Mattie sighed. "We tried that. You can't get the angle right." Too late she realised what she'd said.

Bobby spun to face her. "What?"

Mattie didn't meet his eyes.

"What do you mean you've tried it? You've been locked in here before?"

Mattie nodded slowly. "Paige and I got locked in here, we were spying on you and Sam and... Well we found out that you can't get out."

Bobby stared at her. "But I thought only stupid fucking idiots got themselves locked in here."

Mattie glared at him but said nothing. He had her.

"So how did you get out?" Bobby demanded. "Or were you enjoying your time in here with me that much? You do fancy me!"

"As if!" Mattie retorted angrily. "You think that I want to be stuck in here with you! You are the last person that I would want to be here with!"

"Well you went to some lengths to make this happen."

"Me! I think you'll find that it was your idea to throw me in a cupboard! And why exactly was that again?"

"Oh! Don't we have a high opinion of ourselves? I came in here because I was trying to hide. Not because I wanted to spend any time with you. You can be sure of that."

"Sure! And you conveniently chose the smallest cupboard in the whole world to hide in! We are not playing sardines, Bobby!"

"Good thing too. Because I wouldn't bother to find you!"

"That's okay, cause I'd be hiding in the hope that I'd never have to see your ugly face every again!"

They glared at each other in the dark. Mattie finally broke the eye contact and leaned back on the coats again.

"So?" Bobby asked in a civil voice.

"So what?"

"So how did you get out of here?"

Mattie sighed. "We waited until someone walked past then yelled to let us out. I don't know how to get out of here." Her anger faded and she looked miserable. "Sorry. But I did try to stop you from closing the door."

Bobby relaxed and nodded. "I know. So we're stuck in here."

Mattie nodded mournfully. "Unless we can think of something that Paige and I missed."

Bobby studied that tiny closet space. "Not a lot to work with really."

Mattie gave a small smile. "I know."

They both leaned back and tried to think. Mattie just kept playing the argument over and over again in her head. Bobby thought that she fancied him. Great. Just fucking great. Her night couldn't get any worse.

She looked over at Bobby and found his staring at her, she looked away quickly. Shit! Now he really thought that she fancied him.

"Any ideas?" She asked to cover her embarrassment.

Bobby shrugged. "I could ice up the latch. That would make it more brittle and more likely to snap."

"You think that we're going to have to destroy the door to get out of her?"

"Just the latch. And, yes I think that it's the only way. I personally don't want to be stuck here until someone notices that we're missing."

Mattie nodded in agreement. "Okay. Destroying property it is. Just show me where to hit." She gave a grin.

Bobby eyed her calculatingly. "If you can put some of your speed behind a hit I think that it might do it."

Mattie frowned. "Really?"

"Sure. If I ice the latch, it will be weaker. One of those kicks that I saw Rough teach you should do the trick."

Mattie shrugged. "Okay. Anything to be out of here."

"Hey." Bobby pretended to be hurt. "My company is not that bad."

"Wanna bet?" Mattie teased.

Bobby gave her a mock glare then turned his attention to the door. After a few seconds he nodded to Mattie. She squared up to the door, her movement limited in the confined space. Bobby pushed himself back against the coats to give her as much room as he could. Positioning her weight Mattie willed speed into her kick and then launched herself at the door. It was well placed and the latch snapped, the door flew open and rocked on its hinges.

Mattie lost her balance, Bobby tried to steady her and the two of them tumbled out of the cupboard and lay sprawled on the floor.

"Evening." A voice rumbled.

They looked up into the stern features of Logan.

"Hi." Mattie gave him a tiny wave.

"I can explain..." Bobby started.

"Save it popsicle. I don't want to hear it." He glared down at them. "Get up and get to bed."

They climbed sheepishly to their feet. Logan inspected the door then grunted: "Hope you've got some savings."

"Great." Bobby muttered. "Like I have any money to spare." He eyed Mattie darkly. "You know this is entirely your fault."

"It is not!" She replied stung by the accusation.

"It so is. If you hadn't startled me then none of this would have happened and you wouldn't have got us locked in."

"I didn't get us lock in. You got us locked in! And I'm not the one laying traps for people!"

"Well I'm not the one that broke the door."

"Beg to differ."

"Who kicked it down?"

"Whose idea was it to break the door in the first place?"

"Knock it off. Both of you." Logan snarled. "If you've got so much aggression for each other you can use it up in the Danger room tomorrow." He glared at them. "A little one on one sparing might just cool your tempers a bit.

Bobby and Mattie exchanged glares of their own. Let battle commence.