Disclaimer: I regret to inform you that I do not own X-men Evolution, sorry for any preconceptions of ownership you might have had before I dashed those beliefs upon the rocks.

Yup, I had to up the rating to PG-13 because of my choice to use some questionable language if you get my drift. Anyways, sorry I haven't updated in so long but I had a bunch of papers to write for my classes. I have now graduated and am on summer vacation so with any luck I'll be updating much more frequently. Enough of my yammering, on with the story.

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"Rise and shine," Logan's gruff voice announced as he knocked on her door. X-23 sprang to attention at once, claws at ready. Would she ever stop doing that; or would she be doomed forever to live all alone lest she accidentally stab her unknowing counterpart?

She opened the door. "What is it?"

"Danger Room, put on your uniform and I'll show you down there."

X-23 took out the black one-piece out of her drawer along with belt and gloves, the matching yellow boots were in the closet. She looked at herself in the mirror as she cinched the belt buckle. Standing there in stocking feet and bare hands she certainly didn't look like anything special. She examined the boots. Nothing special, certainly nothing to accommodate her foot claws. She set the boots back down. Puncture a hole in those and the next time it got wet out they'd be squishy and uncomfortable. She instead slipped on her own black boots, fully equipped with a flap of sorts to cover the hole. The gloves she left on the nightstand; it would be a shame to poke a couple of holes through them, eventually shredding them beyond repair.

She had never really liked gloves anyways. They never fit exactly right and whenever she gripped something for an upward clime they seemed to shift. The only thing they were good for was keeping her hands warm, and she refused to acknowlege that they ever got cold in the first place.

Wolverine gave her the head to toe inspection when she emerged. "What," she snapped.

"Missing something?" He indicated her hands and shoed feet.

"No one said I had to wear that hideous shade of yellow." X-23 could have clamped her hands over her mouth like a silly school girl but she refrained. Where had that come from? That was something she had never imagined could come out of her mouth.

"No, I guess they never said you had to wear the accessories." She mentally marked the path to the Danger Room as they passed many a door that all looked exactly the same. Upon reaching the D.R. X-23 found it to be occupied by a bunch of rowdy new recruits. "Pipe down," Logan barked, receiving the desired effect of utter silence. "Now, this morning we're doing a maze scenario which ends when you reach the door. You'll be working in pairs."

"Hey, where's Jaimie," Jubilee asked. "Did someone wake him up this morning?"

"Don't worry about him. He's a team in himself so we gave him the morning session off, besides, then we'd have an odd number of people. Now, the pairs are Cannonball and Wolvesbane, Sunspot and Magma, Jubilee and Berzerker, and ,Iceman, you'll be working with Isis here."

"You mean canary?" Wolverine gave Iceman a quizzical look. "Fine, Isis it is."

"Right, now the barriers will go up as soon as I get into the control room. Don't forget to watch out for obstacles."

"Uh, Mr. Logan," Rahne piped up, "What if we don't make it out before breakfast?"

"Don't worry, you'll make it out before then, and even if you don't Charles said I couldn't keep you from breakfast. Something about it being the most important meal of the day. Oh, I almost forgot," he tossed each pair what looked like refined handcuffs, "One hand goes in from each partner, keeps you together so no one can pull a maverick," he looked directly at Bobby and then X-23. "Well, let's get started."

X-23 stared at the shackles in her hands, lost in her own world of thought she wasn't even sure what she was thinking herself. "Isis...canary? Can we start any time soon?" She snapped her head up. "What," she started and then noticed the barriers were up, game time.

"I don't like this anymore than you do," he told her, offering her his wrist, "but if we don't Logan will nail us. Well, come on, everyone's got a head start on us and I want to be the first to breakfast."

"Fine," she snapped, accenting her answer with the snap of cold metal on their wrist, "Let's go." She turned right only to find a sudden jerk on her left wrist. X-23 turned to find Iceman rooted to the spot. "What?"

"We should go left, that's the right way."

"How do you know?"

"That's the way everyone else went and they haven't back tracked yet to go the other way."

"Maybe its because they're lost," she growled.

"And maybe its because they're already eating breakfast."

"You and your stomach. Trust my nose ice-dick, there's nothing but trouble that way."

"Such language from a lady," Bobby quipped.

"But I'm not a lady," she told him before jerking him to the right. "And if I have to I'll drag your sorry ass through this maze without your help."

"Fine, but if you're wrong about this..."

"I'm not."

The next couple of turns were made with little grumbling from either side until one lead them to a pit blocking their path. "I told you we should have went the other way," Bobby yelled.

"Fine, we'll just go back the other..." a second pit had opened up behind them. "Might as well go forward, we're jumping either way."

"Jumping? No thank you, I choose life."

"What, you're just going to sit her until the Professor tells Logan to let us out?"

"Basically."

"Is that because you're too lazy to use your powers to build a bridge?"

"With all the snotty comments that come out of you, yes. Yes, I'm too lazy to help you."

"You're not even going to try?"

"Nope."

"Fine, I no longer care what you think." She quickly grabbed him and slung him over her back. "I'm jumping and you're coming along for the ride." She backed up a few paces before taking a running leap.

"Ahhhhhhhh, I'm gonna die," Bobby yelled before producing an ice ramp down to the opposite side, sliding them down on their butts.

"I thought you said you weren't going to use your powers to help me."

"I wasn't helping you, I was helping myself."

"Sure you were, let's go."

A long succession of turns and booby traps later...

"Is that the exit," Bobby asked.

"Looks like it," X-23 told him. "Now you can go and eat your precious little breakfast and stop whining."

"Like you aren't hungry."

"I'm not." But her stomach soon belied its own feelings on the matter as it let out a growl.

"Sure you aren't. Let's go." Through the door they went only to find Logan waiting right on the other side.

"I was just about to turn it off, everyone else made it through a while ago."

"See, I told you we should have went the other way."

"Actually, what kept you back was that you were constantly arguing." Logan unlocked the cuffs. "If it weren't for these I'm sure you two would have split and try to go it alone. You both have problems taking orders from other people; that's why I paired you up, figured it would be enlightening. Now go get some breakfast before the others eat it all."

"Yes, sir," Bobby responded. X-23 followed his sulking form down the hall. What was he so upset about? They had finished the task set before them. Next time would be better, fewer mistakes would be made. That's what he needed to learn, how to stop complaining and do what was required of him because she certainly didn't have a problem with how she went about things. She'd been trained since she could walk, so how could anything she had learned be flawed when it always worked to her advantage? X-23 shook her head to clear it. Too much questioning of beliefs was a barrier between her and the training, something everyone else seemed unaware of.