Important Notice: I am currently re-writing all of the chapters in this story, because, looking back, I have a lot of plot holes and my writing is pretty weak at some parts. Please bear with me I would still appreciate feedback on if you like the new version of the chapters and if it makes more sense. It would suck to rewrite everything and then have it be worse than before. Thanks! You guys are awesome 

I also want to apologize for the lack of updates. I have no excuse. I'm just an awful person  I hope I haven't lost too many of you. For those of you still reading, you are the BEST and I love you to pieces!

A/U: Lance Alvers was orphaned when he was 7 and sent to an orphanage. There he met Katherine Pryde, a fellow orphan at only 5 years old. Ten years later, they meet again, but this time on opposing teams.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, and I am not making any money off of this.

A/N: I think I may have fixed my timeline by having Lance arriving in Bayville a week earlier than Kitty. Let us hope everything works out…

Hit the Floor

After ten minutes of driving around aimlessly, Kitty finally spotted a familiar landmark.

"Oh! Right there! Turn left at that gas station, and then keep going until you get to a big mansion," Kitty exclaimed, proud that she had finally figured out how to get from Bayville High to Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Her expression quickly became sheepish when she remembered how long it had taken her to figure it out. She had told Lance to turn around at least seven times.

"Sorry it took me so long...heh...Since I just moved here and all, and Scott normally drives..." she reddened.

Lance was beginning to wonder about this 'Scott' she kept mentioning. Please, anyone but that ass wipe, Summers, he prayed silently.

"It's not a problem," he assured her. "Really."

Kitty broke out into a grin. "Thanks." She turned her eyes to the road. "That's it, right there." Her smile lessened when she saw Scott standing at the gate with a less than happy expression on his face. Uh oh... She took a deep breath to gather her thoughts and explain herself as she got out of the passenger's seat and walked towards him, but Scott cut her off.

"Whose Jeep is that?" he said, sounding apprehensive. Kitty smiled, instantly forgetting about her excuse and began explaining the situation to Scott.

"Oh, it's my friend Lance's. We meet at an—"

"Lance Alvers?" He said the name as if it were sour milk.

"Yeah..." she said confused. "We met when we were—" Kitty paused, seeing that Scott had only heard her "yeah" and then marched off angrily towards the Jeep. What on Earth? What's going on? Kitty followed and heard Lance at Scott yelling angrily at each other.

"Just stay away from her, you hood," Scott spat at him. "She's with us, so don't even try to pull that stunt."

Lance didn't look taken aback. He looked pissed off, if anything. "Me? Stay away from her? Please! I met her when I was seven when we lived in Chicago, so why don't you just back off and stop talking about things you obviously aren't informed about."

Kitty just stood there looking confused. "What? What's the problem?" she asked, oblivious to the dislike between the two boys.

"The problem," Scott said angrily, "is that Alvers here is with the Brotherhood. He can't be trusted!"

Lance snickered, leaning back on his Jeep, arms crossed, the very picture of a stereotypical bad boy, and Kitty just stood there sputtering. "What do you mean? Of course I can trust him! I've known Lance since I was five!"

"It's not that you can't trust me, it's that Summers doesn't like me. Feel threatened that one of your precious team mates might actually be friendly with me?"

Scott's face reddened.

"Afraid that you're losing your authority? Is that it?" Lance asked continued, thoroughly enjoying egging him on.

His adversary's face turned into one of complete loathing, which Lance returned just as quickly. Kitty interrupted their glaring contest. "Look, you guys are both my friends—can't you just get along?"

Lance snorted, and Scott looked disgusted.

"Yeah, right. Like that's gonna happen," Scott muttered. Kitty shot him a look, but Lance spoke up.

"Sorry Kitty, but what Summers over there said is true. It's next to impossible," he said.

Scott just shot him another death glare.

"Well, Kitty, I'd best be leaving about now, seeing that Summers looks about ready to piss himself." With that he gently wrapped Kitty in a quick hug (Kitty found herself blushing at this action), winked at Scott, and got into his Jeep, roaring away before Scott was able to say anything.

Scott opened and closed his mouth angrily a couple of times, looking like a fish out of water before finally turning to a semi-dazed Kitty.

"You should stay away from him. He's a bad influence and untrustworthy."

Finally, Kitty snapped out of her daydream and registered what Scott was telling her. He had some nerve...

"Look, Scott, I appreciate you trying to look out for me and all, but I can take care of myself and make my own decisions. Lance is my friend and he hasn't done anything to prove that he's a bad influence or untrustworthy. If anything you've shown just how immature you are, so instead of trying to get involved in my life, figure yours out first."

With that she phased through the gate and angrily walked towards the mansion, leaving Scott alone outside, not being able to grasp the concept that Kitty, the girl who had been at the mansion for the better part of a week, had just basically told him to piss off.

What the hell is this? No one respects seniority anymore…

He began muttering angrily to himself and punched in the security code into the number pad, and then walked through the open gate. He slammed it behind him and headed towards the front door.

Rogue looked up from her book when she saw a very pissed off Kitty storm into the rec room. She threw her backpack next to the couch and sat down with a huff.

"So...what's eatin' ya?" Rogue asked to break the awkward silence that had settled in the room. Ah've got a feelin' that Ah'm gonna regret this later...

"Well," she said and took a deep breath.

As she did this, Evan and Kurt (to whom she had apologized about her first reaction to him) who had been playing Game Cube, and Ms. Ororo and Mr. Logan (two of the 'care takers' at the mansion) decided it would be wise to leave, and all but fled from the room, leaving the Southern girl and Kitty alone.

Kitty exhaled and began. "You know how I got detention this afternoon?" Kitty didn't wait for an answer but simply continued. "Well it turns out that the guy who wouldn't stop talking to me was Lance Alvers. About ten years ago we met at an orphanage in Chicago and were like, best friends 'till I got adopted. Then I sort of forgot about him, but then today he kept asking me where I was adopted from and we were 'reunited.'" Kitty took a deep breath and Rogue merely nodded; a blank look on her face.

"So then he gave me a ride home, since I had told Scott the wrong time—by accident—and when we got here, Scott was waiting for me by the gate. When he saw Lance, they started arguing and he told Lance to stay away from me, and all this crap that Lance was untrustworthy and a 'bad influence' and—ugh! It just makes me so mad! I mean, who does he think he is? He doesn't want me to see my friend whom I haven't seen in ten years because he has a stupid grudge and feels threatened."

It took Rogue some time to process and then react to Kitty's rave. "...So what did ya tell him?" Rogue asked, figuring Kitty better get it all out of her system or she would be hearing a lot more about how awful Scott was.

"I told him to go figure out his life before he got himself involved in mine, and then I phased through the gate, and here I am," she finished.

"Feel better?"

"Tons," Kitty suddenly smiled and scooted over on the couch. "So do you wanna play Super Smash Brothers or not?" she asked.

"Sure," was Rogue's reply as she sat on the couch, where they proceeded to attempt to virtually beat the living daylights out of each other, yelling and hollering at the TV.

Meanwhile, back at the Brotherhood House, Lance was feeling pretty pleased with himself. Damn, but had he told Summers or what? He'd just gotten what had been a long time coming. His get away had been perfect (was it just him or had Kitty been blushing a little as he hugged her?), and as an added bonus, he had seen Kitty yelling at Scott in the rearview mirror of his Jeep. He sighed happily. This day couldn't get any better.

A/N: I know this chapter is a bit short, but I wanted to update since I haven't in a couple months (so sorry!) There was originally more to this chapter, but it was taking me too long to get the whole thing written, so I just cut it in half. I hope you enjoyed it, and leave me a review (constructive criticism and advice on what to do with the actual 'plot' of this story would be highly appreciated!). I'll try to update the next chapter sooner!