A/N: Okay, PhantomPunkEvo has brought up a point that I can't restrain myself from addressing. First off, this story is not so much about gaining the most reviews (though I love all the reviewers dearly and would hate to lose any of you) as just writing for the fun of it. Melizza and I are probably having more fun writing this story than you are reading it. Secondly, I don't support Jonda in any way, shape, or form, and Mel's a diehard Amyro fan, so there isn't the slightest chance that that's going to happen. Besides, can any of you honestly see Wanda at a sleepover? And as for the age difference, I don't think that always really matters . . . so what if he's five years older? You have Ashton and Demi, Tom and Katie, so y'know, it obviously works occasionally. Besides, it's a fic, use your imagination. I probably wouldn't even have put in much Romy if I hadn't been trying to get an even spread of characters. I think Rogue and Gambit are really cute together, but I have to admit that I don't really read many Romy stories.

Sorry for taking so long to update, but ffnet was having issues and wouldn't let us post a new chapter and then we started traveling for the summer and lacked internet access. To make up for all that, here's an extra long chapter for you all!

Oh, and to answer a previous question about crampons: crampons are those sharp spikes that you clamp on to the bottom of boots when you're walking on glaciers (or ice I suppose).

All thoughts are italicized.

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Roberto glanced nervously at the other boys, "Can you guys hear anything?"

"Not really," Evan's eyes widened, "Dang, that is so not a good thing."

John raised his eyebrows, "Care to elaborate, mate?"

"Dude, there is a telepath, a pyrokinetic, a girl who can melt us all, and a corporeal corporel, corpo tange – a girl who can walk through walls, in the other room!"

"Corporal Intangibility," Kurt muttered, "Don't forget, Amanda's in there too."

The other guys rolled their eyes at the idea of "sweet-little-Amanda" doing anything. "Whatever," Evan said, "my point is, we really don't want to mess with those girls."

"Which is something you really should have thought of before deciding to eavesdrop." Scott added.

"Oh, like you didn't-" Lance was cut off by a blood-curdling scream from the other room.

The boys exchanged worried glances, "You don't think . . ."

"The serial killer?"

"But couldn't they handle…?"

A series of terrified shrieks erupted from the next room, giving Scott all the motivation he needed. "I don't care if they can handle themselves; something is definitely going on in there."

Following Scott's lead, the boys charged out into the hall, throwing open the girls' door and storming inside . . .

. . . only to find five girls doubled up in laughter at the sight of the boys' shocked faces.

Tabitha was the first to recover from her fit of giggles, "Aw, how sweet! Did you big, strong men come to save us?"

Scott shot a quick glance at Jean, who smiled sheepishly at the floor, cheeks reddening as she recognized the words similar to what she'd accused him of being only months before.

"Wot was with all that bloody screamin' then?" John demanded, glaring at Tabby.

"I think I know," Scott smiled, walking over to his girlfriend. He stood behind her, lacing his arms around her front and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm beginning to think I do too," Lance raised an eyebrow at Kitty who blushed deeply and began giggling again.

"Ja, same here," Kurt tugged on one of Amanda's long braids.

"Well I'm glad to see you three all know wot's goin' on, but I bloody well don' see it!" John fumed, but no one seemed to pay much attention to the pyromaniac.

"So, whose idea was it?" Scott pulled away long enough to look down at his girlfriend.

"It was Kitty's, actually," Jean smiled, turning in his arms so that she could face him.

"Oh, really?" Lance crossed over to the bed where Kitty was sitting. Kitty quickly rolled over, moving comfortably into his arms. "I suppose she was the one that first started screaming too?"

"Hey," Kitty laid her head back on his shoulder, "It totally serves you right for listening in on us."

"Yeah," Lance smiled blissfully, happy just to be lying there with his girlfriend. "I guess it does, but if we hadn't we probably wouldn't be lying here right now, would we?"

Kitty smiled at the thought, "No, I guess not."

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"What are ya doin' 'ere, Swamp Rat?" Rogue glared up at Remy as the doors slid shut behind him.

"Same as you, cherie, takin' a breather from the others in my room, lookin' for someone whose company I actually enjoy." Remy leaned against the wall.

"An' who says I enjoy your company?" Rogue stared at him levelly, cursing the fact that her heart fluttered when he smiled at her like that.

"I'm hurt, cherie," he feigned a wounded expression, his eyes dancing mischievously. He moved closer to her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "But you see, I don't-"

Remy was cut off as the elevator gave a sudden jolt, causing Remy to topple unceremoniously on top of Rogue, his face just inches from hers. His eyes flicked involuntarily to her full lips and he wondered for a moment what it would be like to give into his instinctive urge to kiss her.

Beneath Remy, Rogue was breathing shallowly, trying to ignore the intimacy of their proximity. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and move her lips to his. But I can't, not without hurting him. The realization hit Rogue forcefully, causing her to swallow any of her emotions. "One wrong move, Gambit, and you will find yourself in a very painful coma."

Remy swallowed hard, "Wouldn't have even dreamed of it, cherie." He had just begun to delicately remove himself from atop of her, when the light above them buzzed and flickered off, sending them into a chasm of darkness.

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Several shrieks could be heard resounding down the halls as the hotel lights sputtered out, sending the rooms into a bleak darkness.(1) Kitty tightened her arms around Lance, "Um, guys? Is it just me or did it get totally dark in here?"

There were several nervous giggles at Kitty's question, but no one felt able to respond. Scott sighed, "I'll call the front desk and see what's going on."

"But how will you dial?" Amanda whispered. "You can't see the numbers can you?"

"I can 'elp ya, mate," John pulled out his lighter casting a ghostly glow over his face as he gave a wicked smile.

"Thanks, I think," Scott replied rather uncertainly, not all too sure that allowing John to play with fire was the smartest idea. He untangled himself from Jean's arms and felt his way across the room, using the edges of the bed as his guide. John followed him with the dancing flame. "Hello? Yes this is Scott Summers from room 214. Yes, I'm calling to inquire about the power outage. No our lights haven't come back on. The generator? Oh, right, well, thank you. Yes, thank you."

"So?" Kitty pressed.

"They're not quite sure what went wrong but the backup generator has already restored power to the hallways as well as the first few floors. We should be getting power within the next thirty minutes or so."

"So," Amara began hesitantly, "What do we do until then?"

"I've got an idea," Evan offered. "Any of you ever played Murder in the Dark?"

"I think I might have," Kitty volunteered when Evan's offer was met by silence. "It's fun, isn't it?"

Evan shrugged, "I think so."

"Well, it's not like we've got anything better to do," Tabitha said, "How do you play, porcupine?"

Evan shot her a glare, unseen in the dark. "It's easy. We all kill Tabby."

Tabitha rolled her eyes, "Ha, freaking, ha."

"Anyway," Evans started again, "We put 11 scraps of paper in a hat or something, one labeled 'M', one labeled 'D', and the other nine are blank. If you pick the 'M' you're the murderer, if you pick 'D' you're the detective, and if you get a blank piece then you're a witness. The detective leaves the room and the rest of us are inside in total darkness. The murderer then finds a person and pounds them on the back which means that they've murdered that person. The murdered person screams and dies and then the detective comes in and tries to find out who the murderer is. Easy."

"Right," Lance shrugged, "Sounds fun, I guess."

"It is," Kitty reassured him, kissing his cheek in the darkness.

"Right, so . . . you all want to play?"

A chorus of "sure"s resounded, pressing Evan to organize the game. Before they could begin, however, there was a familiar buzzing and the lights flickered back on. Though a few of the room's occupants claimed that the game wouldn't be half as much fun now, Evan just shrugged it off and said it made it easier for the detective as they were going to have to find some light source for when he (or she) reentered the room. "Right so," he brandished a hat they'd unearthed from the bottom of Scott's bag. "Let's play."

Scott grimaced, looking down at his slip of paper. "Looks like I'm the detective," he gave a slight wave and stepped out of the room, flicking the lights out as he went.

The others moved hesitantly around the room, trying to make out different shapes in the shadows. "Get your hands off me, Roberto!" Tabitha shrieked, slapping her assaulter.

"It wasn't me!" Roberto's voice carried from across the room.

"Ow, Sheila, lemmego, I swear I wasn't tryin' nothin', I jus' bumped into ya is all!" John protested as Tabitha whacked him over the head with a pillow.

"You," whack, "Better," whack, "not touch me," whack, "ever again! Got it?"

"I got it, I got it," John winced, rubbing his head where she'd hit him.

A sudden yelp pierced the room and Scott burst in, flicking on the lights to reveal Kurt sprawled out on the floor. Tabitha stood on the other end of the room, the pillow in her hands poised over John who was crouched on the floor. Jean lay on the bed nearest to Kurt, just inches away from Evan who was sitting with his back propped against the head board. Roberto was standing with his back against the closet, Amara sat on the floor beside him.

Scott's brow furrowed as he looked around the room, surveying his friends. "Wait a sec, where are Kitty and Lance?"

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Breaking their kiss, Kitty giggled as Lance pulled her closer into his embrace. "God, I love you." He whispered.

Kitty's eyes widened, she pulled back, looking up into Lance's eyes. All mirth had vanished; he simply looked down at her, soulfully meeting her eyes with his own. "I love you, Kit."

Kitty almost exploded into laughter at the joy she was feeling, Lance loves me! She circled her arms around his neck, pulling him down and meeting his lips in a passionate kiss. "I love you too."

A sudden yelp forced them to pull from each other's arms. A sliver of light appeared at the bottom of the closet door. "Shit," Lance muttered, "Summers."

"Oh, God, he's like, so going to kill you if he finds us here." Kitty panicked. "Here," she grasped his arm, expertly phasing through the closet wall and into the bathroom.

"Nice idea, Kit," Lance shook his head, "but we're still together."

"You think I'm staying here?" Kitty tried her best to look insulted, yet she could do nothing to wipe the grin off her face. He loves me! Waving, she phased back into the closet, trying, and failing, to suppress a giggle.

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There was a sudden giggling from the closet. Scott's eyes narrowed, "Roberto, move."

Roberto's eyes widened in surprise as he realized what Scott was implying. Jean seemed to have realized it to, for she sat up suddenly, grasping Scott's arm and looking at him with eyes full of warning. "Scott, this isn't your business."

Scott shrugged her off and threw open the closet door, surprised to find Kitty sitting there, arms wrapped around her knees. "Oh, hey Scott," she waved. "Sorry, I would've gotten out on my own but someone was like, totally leaning against the door and I didn't want to phase through them or anything."

"Uh, yeah," Scott nodded, looking somewhat confused. He could hear Jean laughing behind him. "Where's Lance?"

Kitty shrugged, "I don't know, I've been in here all game."

"Yo, Summers," Lance stepped out of the bathroom, the distinct sound of a toilet flushing echoing behind him. "You looking for me?"

Scott blinked, "Yeah, game's over, someone killed Kurt."

"Aw man, it ain't over yet," Evan rolled his eyes, "You still gotta figure out who did it."

Scott glared at the younger boy, "Yeah, I know, that was why we needed everyone here. So if you'd all like to deliver your alibis?" (2)

Tabitha shrugged, "I was beating up the perv over here," she nodded at John.

John winced, "I am NOT a perv, but yeah, I was gettin' beat up by the crazy woman."

Amara looked up at Scott, "I was hiding from the murderer."

"Hiding?"

She stared defiantly, "No one hits a princess and gets away with it."

"Right, Roberto?"

"Hey, I was just leaning against the closet."

"Yeah, blocking me," Kitty tried to sound angry.

"And I was lying here," Jean smiled sweetly at Scott.

Evan looked at Jean oddly, "I was sitting here, but the bed started shaking after Kurt yelled."

"Don't look at me," Lance said as Scott turned towards him. "I was in the bathroom."

"Right, well, what are the chances this was suicide?" Scott asked hopefully.

"Slim to none," Evan replied, "That's not how you play."

Scott sighed. "Fine, I didn't want to do this but . . . Jean, you're so under arrest."

"Me?" Jean's eyes widened. Everyone else stared at Scott half in shock, he didn't believe his own girlfriend's alibi?

"Yeah, you," Scott nodded, "Evan said the bed started shaking after Kurt yelled, meaning that unless there was an earthquake," he glanced at Lance, "which is unlikely, someone jumped on the bed."

Jean tried her best to glare, but ended up laughing. "Fine, it was me, happy?"

"Very," Scott smiled.

"So, anyone up for another round?"

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"What's goin' on? Why aren't we movin'?" Rogue demanded of a bemused Remy.

"In case you haven't noticed it's Jean who is psychic." Remy smirked.

Rogue rolled her eyes, sitting with her back against the elevator wall. "This is so not mah night."

Remy cocked his head to the side, leaning against the opposite wall. "That's too bad, trapped in an elevator with a beautiful girl; I don't think my night can get any better."

"Don't even," Rogue shook her head. "I'm not beautiful."

"Now that's where you're wrong, cheríe, you are to me." He crouched beside her, lifting her chin up with his gloved fist.

"Remy, don't," Rogue turned her head away. "Please, just don't."

Reluctantly Remy withdrew his hand looking at rogue with sadness. "Whatever you want Rogue." He leaned back against the wall, his shoulder casually brushing Rogue's. "Whatever you want."

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Ten shadows moved warily throughout the darkened room taking caution not to bump into others. The darkness added an eerie chill to the already abnormal night, the threat of a serial killer still lingering in their minds.

Roberto da Costa had other things in mind as he crossed the room headed towards one of his shadowed friends. The night had been interesting to say the least. And enlightening. And very nearly heartbreaking. Roberto clenched his teeth together. Someone was getting their heart broken tonight and he hoped to God it wouldn't be him.

He was almost to her now, no more than a foot away. "Amara," he whispered, reaching for her hand.

"Roberto?" The question had barely left her lips when two strong hands landed on his shoulders, wrenching him aside and sending him flailing to the floor. He let out a surprised yelp as he collided with the plush carpet.

Not a minute later there was a blinding light as Tabitha burst in, arms extended and fingers pointed in a gun formation. "All right, nobody move. Detective Tabby is on the case!"

"What?" Evan protested, ignoring Tabitha. "I didn't even kill anyone!"

Tabitha gaped at him. "You're the murderer? Aw, Daniels, you're not supposed to confess!" She seemed to consider the situation for a moment. "Fine, you have the right to remain silent."

"Yo, you're not listening to me! I'm the murderer but I didn't kill Roberto!"

The others glanced at one another and then to Roberto who was glaring at John. "What?" the pyromaniac shrugged as the others turned to him. "He was gonna kiss my girl!"

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A/N: So, not our best chapter, I know that. But I hope it wasn't too too bad. .

(1) Unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond our control we've had to edit a line out of the story. Here it is, for all of those who are curious as to Melizza's contributions: John followed the dark dark hallway, into a dark dark room. In that dark dark room, he found a dark dark box, but he got too scared and ran away. I feel the need to add that she is NOT stupid, just incredibly sugar high at the moment.

(2) MWAHAHAHAHAHA IT WAS MEEEE YOU IGNORANT FOOLS! I was the one who killed that devil! Me! JEAN GREY! I AM A MURDERER!

Scott stared blankly at his now psychotic girlfriend. "It is sooo over between us."

"Not if I kill you first!" She plunged at him, a knife upheld in her hand. Once again, that was Melizza.

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