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"X-men, please report outside the Danger Room as soon as possible. You have a lesson with Logan." The telepathic order was met with five groans from across the house and a few people vaguely wondered whether or not there could be a worse time for this.

Even with all their complaints, the five X-men assembled in front of the Danger Room door, where they were met by the Professor, Wolverine, Wing and Miss Frost. "I'm very glad you all could make it in such a timely manner," the Professor said in a way that made them understand if they hadn't, there'd be hell to pay. "Now, Emma would like to view one of your sessions. In order to get a first-hand look at how it works, Wing will join you while Miss Frost and I watch from the control booth. Pay attention to Wolverine and follow his instructions."

They left and Wolverine smirked at the troops. "Alright, you see this?" He held up a silver disc, roughly a quarter of an inch thick with a three inch diameter. "There are twenty-five all around the danger room. Some on the floor, the walls, the robotics. Anywhere you can think of. Your job is to find them all and put them in the counter across the finish line at the long end of the Room. If you are the one who put the last one in, it's you're job to make sure everyone gets across the finish line. We'll be timin' ya, so do it as quick as possible.

"Now, it's the same as any other danger room in the respect that you gotta help each other out. Don't focus too much on getting' the discs when people are gettin' thrown around all over the place. Everyone understand?" The students nodded. "Alright, once I open the door, you start."

The door slid open and the X-men and Wing sprinted inside. Kurt immediately spotted a light blue disc on the wall and teleported to get it. He bamfed to the other end of the hall, where Wolverine was standing next to a box. Nightcrawler dropped it through the slot and watched the counter change from zero to one.

"Nice job, Elf," Logan nodded to him. Nightcrawler saluted before teleporting back into the action.

From above Wing looked over the scene. Scott continued to blast his way through robotic arms sprouted from the wall, picking up a disk and running it to the box. Kitty was right behind him, but the two didn't interact. Wolverine frowned.

Rogue called out for help as a robotic arm held her twenty feet above the ground. Wing was trying to pull her up and out of its grip, but it hung on to her, thrashing around. "Get me outta here!" she screamed.

"I've got you, sis," Nightcrawler teleported up, grabbing her hand teleporting them both away, with a rough landing by the wall as they skid across the floor.

Logan was fed up. He signaled for Xavier to stop the exercise, then blew his whistle. "Everyone, over here! NOW!" The troops assembled. "What is with you today? Did someone give you all lobotomies overnight?"

Wolverine rubbed his eyes. "No, that's not fair. Stripes, Elf, you two did good. But the rest of you," He glared at Cyclops, Shadowcat and Jean. "I don't know what's up with you! Half-Pint, how hard would it have been for you to get Rogue down? It would have blown the fuses too. Two birds with one stone! Instead your head is in the clouds. I know you're not as ditsy as people like to say, so stop acting like it!"

"Cyke, you need to get your head in the game as well," he continued. "You're supposed to be in charge here, how about doing some leading? It's not enough to just stand there and shoot things! And Jeannie…" He shook his head. "I don't even want to know what's up with you today.

"This is what we're going to do. You all are gonna wait outside and get your heads together. I'm gonna take these out and put them around, as well as add twenty-five more. Then you're going to come back in and do this until you get it right. I don't care if you're running around this room until breakfast is served. Got it?"

They all nodded and filed out. Rogue put her arm around Kitty's waist. "What's up with you? It's not like you to leave me like that."

"I'm really sorry. I'm just not feeling well." Her eyes were trained to the ground as they waited outside.

"I can port you upstairs to get some aspirin," Kurt suggested.

She shook her head with a sigh. "No, it's ok. I'll get it later."

Rogue exchanged a look with her brother, whispering quietly, "Is it just me, or is there a whole lotta tension in this room?"

"I feel it too," He agreed. "I'll go talk to Scott; I have a book report to finish and I can't be here all night."

She nodded as he walked over to his friend. The southern girl didn't like the look of this. Jean and Scott were avoiding each other at all costs and Wing kept shooting looks over at Kitty.

The door finally opened and Wolverine blew his whistle, signaling everyone to go. Kitty immediately spotted one on top of the lasers and ran over there, letting the beams go through her body. After grabbing it, she didn't even notice anything behind her until she heard the explosion. She turned quickly to see a robotic spider that had been split in half by Scott's optic blasts.

Her heart leaped; even though she'd done something terrible to him, he'd just saved her. "Um…do you want me to run that in for you?" she nodded to the disk in his hand. He tossed it to her and she sprinted to the other side of the room.

Rogue, who had no offensive or defensive powers against machinery, did her best to duck and weave through the attacks. Jean flew above, creating a shield and gathering any disks she could see around the room with the telekinesis.

Eventually, the five X-men assembled near the box, staring at the number on the box: 49. "We're only missing one!" Scott grumbled. "Are we sure we looked everywhere?" The rest of the quintet nodded.

Wing flew down and handed them the last one. "It was on the ceiling."

Everyone stared at Wolverine. "The ceiling?" Rogue demanded. "How'd you even get it up there?"

"That's for me to know. Alright, you guys did good this time. You're a team; working together is generally a good thing," Logan looked at each of them in turn. "Now go get cleaned up."

They trudged towards the locker room, Kitty accepting Kurt's generous offer of teleporting. Suddenly, she was exhausted. Lazily, she took a shower and changed into her most comfortable pajamas, the ones that had been washed so much the cotton was as soft as air and continuously smelled like laundry soap.

She couldn't worship her bed anymore than she already did, laying on it and trying to make her body relax. When it looked like her father's bank was going under, she remembered him getting very tired. He didn't want to eat, all he seemed to do was sleep; his doctor said that it was because of the stress.

Now she could certainly understand how he felt. Her life's work wasn't going down the drain, but she had broken up Jean and Scott, cheated on her boyfriend (it still made her feel like crap, even if she hadn't done it on purpose), and she'd screwed up in the Danger Room which could have ended up with Rogue getting hurt. In other words, she was a failure.

At least she'd finished her homework.

"I think I'm just going to go to bed," she mumbled to her roommate.

Rogue turned in the chair, biting her bottom lip. "Ah still got some homework to do. Ah guess I could go downstairs, but…"

"Oh, no, you won't bother me. Don't worry about it; do what you have to do," Kitty rolled over and closed her eyes. "Night, Rogue…"

The next thing she knew, she was being shook awake. "Wakey wakey, pretty Kitty. Time for school."

She rubbed her eyes, glaring at her annoyingly chipper friend. Why did Rogue have to decide to be a morning person on the one day she wasn't? "I'm awake." She sat up slowly, feeling a deep throbbing in her head.

"Wow, you look like crap," her friend told her, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Oh, thanks. Just what I want to wake up to."

"No, really, are you feelin' ok?" A concerned look past over Rogue's face. Kitty realized she must really look horrible.

"I'm still not feeling really good from last night. That's all," she grumbled, running a hand through her hair.

Her friend didn't look convinced. "You just wait right there, don't get up!" After the commandment, Rogue sprinted out into the hallway, returning a few moments later with Ororo.

Kitty suppressed a groan; she really hadn't wanted to get any of the staff involved. But she had to admit, the woman's cool hands felt like heaven on the heated skin of her cheeks. "You do feel a little warm," Storm admitted. "You must be coming down with the same thing Jean has. She isn't feeling well either.

"Today, Kitten, I want you to stay in bed. Rogue, if you're ready, I'd prefer if you waited downstairs until breakfast is ready. I wouldn't want you to get sick as well." She put her hand on the girls shoulder.

Rogue nodded and grabbed her bag. "Feel better, Kitty. I'll make sure Kurt gets all your homework for you."

"Thanks," She smiled at her, eyes closing as exhaustion took over again.

"I'll come check on you in a little bit, child," Ororo leaned over and placed the lightest of kisses on Kitty's forehead, as a signal that she was allowed to rest.

It seemed only a minute later that she was gently being shook awake. Kitty managed to open one eye, to see Storm standing there with an ear thermometer. "I'm sorry, dear, I just want to check on you. Tilt your head to the side a bit, it'll be over in a second." She obeyed, letting it slip into her ear.

It beeped in a few seconds. "Do I have a fever?" she whispered.

"A slight one. 100.5" She stroked Kitty's hair. "That's why I brought this for you." She motioned to a glass of water and two Tylenol, then helped Kitty sit up and take them.

Once again, she drifted back into unconsciousness, wondering if it was possible to actually make herself sick over the stress.

Around lunchtime, she was woken up again and greeted with a delicious smell. Unfortunately, it only made her feel nauseas. It felt as if five different people were poking her at once and she finally looked to see six Jamies standing around her bed. "Um…is there something you need?"

"Mr. McCoy told me to bring you something to eat," one of them said, indicating to the Jamie with a tray.

"Thanks." She sat up and put the tray on her lap, staring at it. Usually Ororo's noodle soup and fresh rolls would make her mouth water, but it only seemed unappetizing to her at the moment.

"You have to eat," Jamie by the foot of her bed, instructed. "Mr. McCoy said that you need to keep your strength up."

"Right. Of course," She picked up one of the buttery rolls, forcing herself to eat it if only to make Jamie go away.

He smiled at her, then absorbed all his multiples. "Please eat, Kitty, I don't want you to be sick."

She briefly recalled Amara reminding her about Jamie's crush and her heart melted. He was one guy she could always count on. "I will, Jamie. Thank you." She blew him a light kiss, causing the kid to beam at her before leaving her room.

Forcing herself, half of the meal was gone before she couldn't take anymore and put the tray on the ground. Kitty wished that they had a dog; or that Kurt was there, as it was basically the same principal.

She had been resting for a few minutes until there was a soft knock at her door. "Come in," she requested of the visitor.

Logan stuck his head inside. "How ya doin', Half-pint?"

Kitty shrugged. "I'm ok, I guess. I think my fever went down."

It didn't seem as if he believed her as he sat on the side of her bed, patting her leg through her comforter. "You can fool 'Ro, and maybe even your roommate, but not me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she lied.

"You're lying."

"I'm not. Why aren't I allowed to be sick?" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Course you are. But you're not. Neither is Jeannie, but she won't tell me either. I'm guessing that you two have something to do with each other, so I'm askin' you now." His black eyes looked at her closely. "What's going on?"

As if she was actually going to explain her love life to the Wolverine. "Nothing, Mr. Logan. I just don't feel well." She summoned a few stray tears to her eyes, voice cracking. "Why are you treating me like I've done something wrong?"

"Kitty, I'm sorry, I just—"

"Logan!" Ororo admonished from the door. "Why are you bothering the patients?"

"We were just talking!" He defended himself. "I was trying to see…"

"She's sick, she doesn't need you bantering her about everything that's going on right now," the goddess insisted. "Now, go do something that isn't bothering the children, Wolverine."

Even he knew better than to mess with her when she used that tone of voice. Logan ruffled Kitty's hair. "We'll talk later, Punkin. Feel better." He left, passing Ororo and walked down the stairs as she watched to make sure he didn't double back to pester Jean.

After making sure he was really downstairs for good, she sat on the bed and pulled Kitty into a loving embrace. "Oh, Kitten, I know things haven't been easy lately. There are a lot of changes. And it's not just in this house."

"What do you mean?" She murmured, snuggling closer.

"I shouldn't be telling you this, I'm probably overreacting. But the weather…it's been off lately. The wind has been strong. Cold. Almost ominous," she whispered.

"Perhaps Frosty would be a good adjective," Kitty suggested.

"Now, Child, we can't go around accusing people of things that haven't happened," Storm warned, but tightened her hug.

"They haven't happened yet," the young girl reminded her. "If you sense something's wrong, can't you let the Professor know? You're not the only one who doesn't trust her."

Ororo smiled. "Ah, but isn't that one of the reasons we love our dear Charles? He is very easy to trust, even those who do not deserve it. I believe that is the reason you and a certain Brotherhood member have been able to spend so much time together."

It felt as if a knife has pierced Kitty's heart and she whispered, "I guess you're right. When something bad happens—"

"If something bad happens," the motherly figure assured her. "I know we will be right there to meet our challenge."

Hesitantly, Kitty nodded. "I guess you're right. That's what the X-men are here for, right?"

"Exactly, Kitten. Now, the others won't be home for a few more hours. Try to get some more sleep." She kissed Kitty's temple, then let go in order to arrange her back on the bed.

The light scent that lingered from Ororo's natural perfume was comforting. Once more she drifted off to sleep and didn't wake up until Rogue hissed, "Kurt, be quiet! Kitty's sleeping!"

"No, I'm not," she replied groggily.

"Oh, hey, Katzchen!" Three fuzzy fingers stroked her arm.

"Hey, Kurt, Rogue. What time is it?" Kitty sat up, stretching out.

Rogue checked the clock by her bed. "It's almost 6:30. Did you get a lot of sleep today? How are you feeling?"

"I got a lot actually, and I am feeling a little better." Or, as better as she could feel with a pounding headache, a stomach in knots and a huge crick in her neck.

"Well, that's good. Missed you at school today," the Elf smiled at her. "I was just going to pop downstairs and see if I can help with dinner. Do you need me to get you anything?"

"That's ok, thank you for the offer though." Kitty rotated her shoulders, trying to work the knot out.

"Ok, I'll see you girls later!" he winked and 'ported out, leaving a cloud of sulfur behind him.

No sooner had he gone was there a knock at the door. "C'mon in!" Rogue said, searching her bag for a pen.

Wing poked his head in. "Hey. I just wanted to see how you were feeling."

"We need to talk," Kitty replied so firmly that Rogue looked at her, curiousness in her green eyes. "Meet me downstairs in a few minutes, ok?"

"Um. Ok." He closed the door behind him and Kitty walked slowly over to her closet.

"What do ya think you're doin'?" her roommate raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm just going to sit outside with him for a little bit. That's all." Truthfully, Kitty didn't want to be in any place or situation that he could take advantage of her again. The confines of her room were just that: confining. Out on the grounds there were plenty of places to go to.

Pulling on a pair of jean pants and black t-shirt, she started out the door in her slippers until a voice inside her head reminded her to get a sweater; the adults would not appreciate her going outside just to get sicker. Pulling the pink cotton over her shoulders, she rolled the sleeves up her arm and went downstairs without even bothering to pull her hair up.

"What are you doing out of bed, Kitty?" the Beast asked as she came down the steps.

"I was just going to sit outside for a little while," she explained. "Isn't fresh air supposed to be good for me?"

"I suppose so. Not too long though, alright?" He smiled lightly at her and she nodded before leading Wing outside.

They sat on a wooden bench on the side of the house. "What did you want to talk to me about?" He asked, green eyes looking at her imploringly.

"What happened yesterday was wrong," Kitty told him firmly.

"You didn't like it?"

"That's not the point. Even if I had, I have a boyfriend. You know, Lance? Guy who makes all the rock puns?" Her lips were set in a firm line, but she couldn't help noticing how he kept looking at them.

"But Kitty, you don't belong with him. That hood is no good for you. I've heard about your past; just how can you trust me?" Wing asked honestly, moving closer.

"He's changed!" She insisted. "He's loving and kind and he really does care about me. He won't hurt me again."

"Miss Pryde," He stared straight into her eyes, "Are you a fucking retard?"

For a moment she was too stunned to say anything. Eventually, she just choked out, "Wh-what?"

"I've known a lot of guys in my time, Pryde, and that Lance isn't one of the better ones. I mentioned something about us hanging out yesterday and you saw what happened!"

"Well…I don't care you what think!" She told him, eyes filling lightly. "I know Lance and you don't. He loves me."

He sighed. "Kitty…if that's the way you want to be, who am I to stop you. I just want you to be happy. But…could you do one last thing for me?"

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"One last kiss."

"We only had one. You're talking like we've been making out for years," Kitty scowled.

"Humor me, Pryde!" He ran a hand through his orange hair, jaw set in determination. "Listen, I…I just want one more kiss. To remember how amazing you are. Then I'll stop pestering you. I promise."

"You promise?" She insisted. He nodded. "Alright. One last kiss." Before she could protest anymore, he put a hand on the back of her head, gently pressing her lips against his.

Again, it was nice, but there was no spark. Nothing to make it special. After a moment or two, she realized he wasn't paying attention to her anymore. Her eyes snapped open to see him looking at something behind her. Kitty turned around to see who it was and her heart died.

Lance was standing there, looking at her as if she'd just shot him.

Oh my god. A date. We were supposed to go on a date tonight. And he was supposed to pick me up at seven. It's seven now. Oh my god.

"Lance!" she called after him as he started back to the gate. "Lance, wait, please!"

He had an advantage over her as she ran after him. His emotions were so out of control that the ground was shaking, rolling beneath her feet. "Please, wait!" she sprinted after him just before he reached his car. She took hold of his arm to slow him down.

Kitty let go as he spun to turn her. There was a murderous look in his eyes, but his face was etched with pain. "Go. Away."

"Lance, let me explain!" She begged, tears openly flowing down her face.

"Explain! Explain what! How you've been cheating on me all this time? How you lied to me?" Avalanche took a firm grip on her arm, the Earth rumbling to match his anger.

"I…I didn't mean to, I just—"

"Didn't mean to! DIDN'T MEAN TO!" If he hadn't been holding to her, she would have been thrown aside dangerously by the rough shocks through the ground. "You know what you were doing, don't try to pretend you didn't!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, body shaking with emotion. "Please forgive me. Please, please…"

"Forgive you?" The movement beneath her feet died down as he released her and stepped towards the Jeep's door. "I don't even want to look at you!" he spat, and once more it tore at what was left of her heart.

"You…You don't mean that," she whispered, the only sound she could make.

"No, I know exactly what I mean and exactly what I'm doing! Just like you did," He told her, voice surprisingly and frighteningly quiet, with a hardness she'd never heard from him before. "And what I really mean is that I never want to see you again."

Kitty gasped for air as he climbed into his car. "Lance…please," she begged with what was left of her voice, not even sure he could hear her.

He looked at her with the utmost hatred before pealing out of the parking lot, taking the last of her hope with him.

Up in the house, ice blue eyes watched as pale painted lips curled into a devious smile.

A/N: Another chapter that just seemed to write itself. I thought it was going to be too short. I'm sorry that it took so long to update; I blame Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Also, the first part of this chapter was a bitch to write, it was almost a week to do the first two pages. I've been waiting to do this for a long time to use all the great Astonishing X-men quotes. It was extremely enjoyable.

Questions, comments, reactions and reviews are greatly appreciated.

Review Responses:

Wonka-tonk: I'm so happy you liked it! I tried to update as soon as possible and I will continue to do so!

DOJ: Now Kitty feels ever worse. Poor thing. And Scott and Jean still haven't made up. We'll just have to see where it goes.

Jenskott: Unfortunately, there wasn't much of Emma in here, but there will definitely be more in later chapters. Thank you for your compliments though. I'm glad you've finally gotten to see some X-men Evolution episodes, and I really hope you enjoy them. Yeah, Kitty is a hypocrite, but she's in love, she can't help it. That's her excuse and she's sticking with it. Of course, I still don't understand how Emma and Rachel suddenly decided to work together in the new issues of Uncanny X-men…And she was one of the top people in the I Hate Emma Frost Club.

Starrydreamz: I'm sorry I've been taking so long. Here's the new chapter! Enjoy!

Iamhollywood: And here I continue with the drama. I hope you like it. Thank you for reviewing.

El Diablo: Lance was too mad at Kitty to even think of kicking Wing's ass. Of course, that'll be the first thing that comes to his mind when he gets home, but he's never been the quickest guy. That's Pietro. As you've seen, all of the worrying made Kitty physically sick. I don't think she much likes being a hypocrite.

Larg0: I'm really glad you enjoy it. I do have another Lancitty fic that I've started, but I've decided not to post it till at least I've finished this one. I really hope you like this chapter.

Numbuh 333 Half way 2 hell: Well, technically, Lance didn't find out. He caught them in the act. Which is even worse. We'll just have to see what happens next. Thank you for reviewing.

Rogue14: I'm very happy you decided to check it out. Writing Emma is so much fun, she adds that bit of spice that keeps a fic from being so…blah, I guess. I will update In The Heat soon, I promise.