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Kitty was starting to get frustrated as the phone rang for the fifteenth time. Pietro was most likely talking to one of his many girlfriends and was too busy to use the call waiting. Pushing the END button angrily, she turned the phone back on and called again, prepared to make yet another emergency breakthrough.

"What do you want?" Pietro asked exasperatedly when he clicked over.

"I need to talk to Lance!" Kitty insisted.

She could practically see the white-haired boy glare at the phone. "You just saw him less than an hour ago, Pryde. I know you two are working on that attached-at-the-hip thing, but some people actually have things to talk about."

Kitty counted to ten. "Can you at least give him a message for me?"

"Yeah, yeah, what is it?"

"Look, just like, let him know that stupid Emma kidnapped the boys and we have to go to her stupid Massachusetts Academy in Boston to rescue them, so I probably won't be at school tomorrow, ok?" She told him. "Got all that?"

"Yes, I got it, I'll tell Lance, bye," the speed demon hung up on her and Kitty stuck her tongue at the phone before putting it back in the cradle.

Downstairs, Jean and Logan were prepping the jet, so she sat aside with Amara and Rogue. The princess whispered softly, "Do you think she's hurting them?"

Kitty hadn't even considered that. "I hope not."

"Whatever she does to them, she'll be getting back tenfold," Rogue promised, cracking her knuckles. "No one steals my little brother and gets away with it."

The professor rolled up to them. "Is everyone ready?" Simultaneously, the trio nodded. "Alright, let's get on the blackbird and get going."

There was no chatter as they flew towards Boston. Everyone was lost in his or her own thoughts, particularly Jean who gripped the steering firmly and stared straight ahead with a scowl on her face.

As they approached Beantown, Xavier regarded the other passengers. "You all know that I don't like to use violence unless it is necessary. Unfortunately, I feel in this case it may be. I trust all of you to use discretion when it comes to physically making your way to find the boys."

"In other words," Logan explained as he brought the plane down for a landing on Massachusetts Academy property, "Let's get in there and kick some ass!"

The jet landed in what seemed to be the backyard of the Academy and the women, Logan and the Professor piled out. "Kitty, would you mind unlocking the door?" Storm asked kindly, indicating the back door a few feet in front of them.

She jogged over, sliding her hand through the lock and smiled triumphantly when she heard the decisive pop. "We're in."

Wolverine came up behind her as Kitty pulled open the heavy door. "Um, Wolverine, I think you should—"

"AAARGH!" he screamed and flew back several feet as the punch connected with his head.

"Roberto!" Storm admonished at the young man as Kitty phased through another punch. "Stop it."

Xavier was concentrating on the young man's mind. "I don't believe he can, Ororo. I'm working on getting through the barrier's Emma Frost put up."

"Well, let me distract him so you can work faster!" Logan growled, jumping up and popping his claws with a decided SNIKT. Before he could even approach the Brazilian, dozens of Jamie clones in their X-men uniform rushed out of the door. "The hell is this?"

"Jamie, cut it out!" The princess ordered, pushing the attacker away.

Jean glanced at the professor, who seemed overwhelmed by all of the new minds. "Amara power up."

"I don't want to hurt them!"

"Magma, if we don't make him recall them, they'll just keep coming! Now I'm the leader of this mission and I say to power up!" the redhead ordered. Amara hesitated, feeling bad about hurting him, but took her Magma form anyway.

Several Jamie's who tried to jump on her disappeared, immediately recalled back from the painful heat. Jean set up a barrier around the group, letting Rogue walk through and lightly touched each of them. Luckily, after she was finally getting annoyed, she touched their original Jamie and all of the multiples were reabsorbed into his unconscious form. "Sorry, Kid," she told him, laying him on the ground gently.

Wolverine was still trying to dodge all of Sunspot's attacks, frustrated that he wasn't allowed to go on the offense. Then, when he felt that he couldn't hold back anymore, Roberto collapsed into the older man's arms. Logan looked at him uncomfortably. "What am I supposed to do with him?"

"Let's put them in the jet," Storm suggested. "I want them to be safe."

Logan swung Roberto over his shoulder as Jean telekinetically lifted Jamie along with him. "They do remember what happened the last time they left the New Mutants alone in the jet, right?" Rogue muttered to Kitty under her breath.

"Yeah, but Jamie and Roberto weren't even there," Kitty reminded her. "Of course, they also weren't telepathically controlled at the time…"

The others were signaling for them to come along and the group made their way through the richly designed hallways of the Massachusetts's Academy.

"Hold up a second!" Wolverine warned. "Everyone…get down!" The girls responded immediately and the Professor did his best to dodge the errant student cannonballing through the hallway from his chair.

"No, Logan, you can't hurt this one either," Xavier told him without even having to read his mind. "Jean, do you think you could…"

She nodded and as Sam came back towards them she erected a strong telekinetic wall that he crashed into. While invulnerability helped when he was breaking down walls and trees, hitting something that he couldn't make his way through stunned him enough for Xavier to give him a slight psychic bolt to knock him unconscious.

"So she's didn't just kidnap our boys, she's making them fight against us!" Amara cried, distraught at hurting her teammates.

"I didn't expect anything less of her," the redhead replied coolly. "Did you?" No one said anything as Jean walked away, everyone vigilant; the next threat could be just around the corner.

Luckily, they didn't have anything else happen until the group ran into a huge mass of ice completely blocking the hallway. "Ice Cube," Logan growled, popping his claws to start slashing at it.

"Don't, it'll take too long," Storm stopped him. "Amara, can you handle this?"

The young girl had already powered up and began melting the obstruction, using her frustration at the maker to heat it until the state of matter change was complete and there was a huge puddle of water soaking into the expensive Persian rug and wood flooring.

On the other side were Bobby, Ray and Kurt, who immediately launched into an attack. Storm's gusts of wind kept them at bay until Kurt teleported himself and his partners out of the way. Bobby shot ice randomly, not caring who he hit. Jean deflected the ones that aimed towards Rogue or the Professor, allowing Amara full access to the cocky mutant.

Powering down for just a moment so as not to provide him with several third degree burns, Amara placed a well aimed knee to the groin to her dear friend. Bobby gasped, hands cupping the pained area as he fell against the wall. The princess knocked him out with another blow to the head, but caught him before he could hit to ground too hard.

Letting him rest on the ground, she supported his head against the wall. "Remember when I said that you should really come to the library?" she whispered, ducking a bolt of lightning. "Well, I told you so."

Storm was tired of the lightning fight; as was Wolverine, since thanks to the adamantium coating his body, he was smoking more than the rest of them. "Just finish it already, 'Ro!" He coughed.

She called upon the forces of nature until a sight stopped her cold. "Kitty, behind you!"

Shadowcat turned to see Kurt approaching fast, sharp sword wielded gracefully in his hand. But before he could jump to deliver a blow, the ground rolled under their feet, knocking him off balance long enough for a strong fist to connect to his fuzzy face. "Listen, Blue Boy," the puncher told him. "Don't touch my girlfriend."

"Lance!" she squealed, attaching herself to him in a hug. "What are you doing here?"

They were momentarily distracted by Pietro running in rapid circles around Berzerker, enough to stun him into stepping back into Blob's grip before he was covered with Todd's slime. Wanda looked bored, "You guys had trouble beating them?"

Lance ignored her, turning back to his girlfriend's question. "Well, Pietro gave me your message so we came over here."

"No fucking way," Logan blinked.

"Actually, he told us that if anything happened to the cat over there that he'd take it out on us," Todd grumbled.

Rogue raised an eyebrow at the group. "How'd you get here so fast? You don't have a jet."

Pietro smirked, twirling the keys around his index finger. "No, but my dad does."

Everyone stared at them until Logan finally managed to say, "You stole Magneto's jet?"

"I prefer borrowed!" the white-haired teenager justified. "Plus, if he kicks the bucket it's ours anyway, why shouldn't we use it when we need it?"

"Well, while this chat is certainly interesting, and we're very grateful for your assistance, we do need to keep going. The White Queen should be just up ahead," Xavier pointed out.

They nodded and continued down the hall till they came to a large entrance way that led to a pair of large doors with WQ emblazoned on the gold. "Could she get any vain?" Wanda scoffed, wrinkling her nose.

"Apparently so," Rogue told her, pointing to a large 10 feet by 10 feet picture on the wall. It was four of the same picture of Emma put in a square, each picture tinted a different color (AN: Yes, she actually has that!).

"Ok, well, now that's just tacky."

Kitty glanced at the group. "It's probably locked. Do you want me to phase through and pop the lock?"

"I don't think that'll be necessary," Jean told her, narrowing her eyes. Suddenly, the doors flew inward, completely off their hinges as she marched inside. "Where are you, Frost? Get out here so I can kick your fake ass!"

Everyone blinked at her and Xavier was too shocked to remind her about her language. In fact, before anyone could say anything, she was hit by a beam of red light and thrown aside. "Jean!" Her friends called after her, prepared to rush to her side.

For one reason or another, the optic blasts didn't affect her much. "Scott, stop it!" she pleaded. "Please, Scott!"

"He's gonna hurt her!" Amara bit her bottom lip desperately.

"I don't care what you say, Chuck," Wolverine growled as he watched Jean deflect more beams off a wall she created with her powers. "The bitch has got him wrapped tighter than the others; he won't stop till Jeannie's dead!" Popping his claws, Logan launched himself at Cyclops, knocking him away as Scott's cry of pain filled the air.

Jean's green eyes widened in fear for her love. "SCOTT!" Logan backed away for fear of being thrown across the room by an angry redhead as she ran towards him, swallowing hard at the sight of blood pouring from his arm. "Oh, Scott," she stroked his hair back from his head.

"I only nicked his arm," Wolverine grumbled, wiping the blood off on his pants before sheathing his claws.

Scott's eyes blinked open from behind his goggles. "Jean…? Where am I?"

"It doesn't matter," she assured him, ripping a piece of fabric off a nearby tapestry and holding it to the wound. "Keep pressure there."

He did as he was told. "Look, Jean, I—"

"Just be quiet, Scott," she silenced him with a kiss, pouring her emotion into it to prove that she forgave him for everything.

Midway into their forgiveness kiss, everyone screamed from a sudden burst of pain in his or her skull. Jean, the professor and Kitty were the only ones not writhing in anguish from the attack. "Emma, you have to stop this!" the professor shouted, trying to find her in the room. "You must know you can't win!"

A throne suddenly appeared in the middle of the room as the White Queen uncloaked it from their vision. "Oh, really? I've already won. The only thing that didn't happen was my men weren't quick enough to rid me of you." She sighed. "I suppose what they say is true; if you want something done right, do it yourself."

Kitty, who in her intangible state was hard to get a mind lock on and was therefore immune to a lot of telepathic attacks, faced off against the woman angrily. "Look here, you!"

"No!" Jean stood between Kitty and Emma, eyes blazing in fury. "This is my fight. Frost you've seduced my boyfriend, tried to break up Kitty's relationship, kidnapped our friends and made them fight against us!"

Emma looked bored. "Get to the point!"

A decorative spear from off the wall flew towards her, the blade buried into the fabric of the throne inches away from her head. "It means you're dead!"

The White Queen attacked her psychically, putting Jean immediately on defense as the older telepath had an automatic upper hand. The redhead seemed to gain momentum after a while, but the blonde sat lazily on her chair. By the sweat appearing on the sides of her face, it was obvious to the onlookers who was winning.

Emma sighed. "Are you done yet? I really a tiring of this attempt of yours."

"You know, you may be a better telepath than I am right now, but I have something you don't!" Jean forced out from gritted teeth.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

In answer, Jean picked her up telekinetically and threw her against the wall, pining her like a shrimp on a toothpick. "That."

Emma struggled but nothing was going to let Jean let go. She, along with Kitty who wanted at least one good hit in, approached her, smirking. "Now, let's see what I'm going to do to you…"

The blonde eyed them warily as Kitty asked, "Can I phase her halfway into the wall and leave her there?"

"No, that's much too good for her," Jean shook her head, then put her face close to the White Queen's. "You know how they say not to mess with fiery redheads? Well, you shouldn't steal their boyfriends either. Especially when they can rip your head off without moving a muscle."

Everyone else was recovering from the psychic bolts and were now able to move, yet not without a killer migraine. As Jean continued to ponder exactly what her prey's fate should be, Kitty felt cool, sharp metal against her neck. "Don't move," the wielder told her. "Don't anyone move or the girl gets it."

No one moved, though not for fear of their friend's life. It was more from the shock of utter stupidity on the man's part. "Shaw, you idiot!" Emma screamed.

Kitty phased through the man's grip, then turned to face him. "Hi, I'm Shadowcat." Her right fist connected hard to his face, sending him sprawling back as Xavier then stopped him with his own mental control.

"Good job, Half-pint," Logan told her, the pain in his head beginning to fade.

"What do you think her punishment should be?" Jean asked, getting more pleasure from this than she probably should have.

"Not up to us, Red. Chuck's calling the authorities."

She whirled on him in disgust. "Authorities? She's a telepath!"

"I do believe that Nick Fury and his SHIELD representatives are more than capable of handling one telepath," Xavier explained. "I have given him specific instructions to have his men wear telepathic scramblers within ten miles of the the Academy."

Storm and Rogue approached the group next. "Jean, Kitty, we're going to need your help getting people on the jet."

Rogue stripped her gloves, then put a hand on the covered part of Frost's shoulder, barely millimeters away from the bare skin. "Hello, White Queen. I'm Rogue and I'll be guarding you today. So don't try any of your crap, k?"

As Kitty walked back to the group still recovering in the doorway, she wondered aloud, "Where's Wing?"

Lance seemed to get better immediately, a sadistic smile crossing his face. "I'll go find him."

"Actually, I think I'd better do that, Rocky," Wolverine grumbled, then went off trailing the boy's scent.

He seemed rather disappointed in missing the chance to kick the other mutant's ass, but cheered up when Kitty wrapped her arms around him. His arm rested comfortably across her shoulders as he placed a loving kiss on her head. "Hey, uh, Professor, if you want, we could probably take some people back with us. We have extra seats."

Blob snorted. "Yeah, because you're in the bathroom throwing up the whole time."

Avalanche glared at his teammate as Xavier nodded. "That would be very helpful, Lance. Thank you."

Kitty, Amara and Bobby joined the boys on their jet, which was white and even the expensive inside was mostly made of chrome. Gold, and other metal. Kitty sat back by the bathroom, ready to consol her boyfriend after his vomiting fits.

While Pietro was preparing to take off, Bobby awoke to find himself on the plane, head resting comfortable in Amara's lap. "'Mara? What happened?" She explained everything to him, ending with Bobby's slow whistle. "Man. I'm sorry, guys. I just…wow." He snuggled closer into the princess's lap. "At least you didn't say, 'I told you so…'" he whispered as sleep overtook him once more. Amara smiled, but placed a finger to her lips to warn everyone else against saying anything, spare hand tenderly stroking the Iceman's brown hair.

A while later, Pietro landed the jet at the Xavier Institute. "Ok, all ashore that's going ashore, I gotta get this baby back before Magneto notices it's gone."

Lance ran out as soon as the hatch was down, getting on the ground and thanking it for being there. He was soon followed by Bobby helping a pale Amara on to the ground as well; while she felt sort of sick thanks to her power being related to Mother Earth, she was grateful that she didn't have such a violent reaction as he did.

The rest of the Brotherhood agreed to go with Pietro to return the plane and the white-haired mutant look relieved that at least his sister was coming before they filled up on the Institute's fuel and took off.

The four went inside, taking Bobby to the infirmary to see Mr. McCoy while Lance brushed his teeth with a spare toothbrush. When he felt he was sufficiently minty fresh, he joined her in the room. Kitty made room for him on her bed and he immediately kissed her.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue, Lance," she whispered against his lips before he captured them once more.

"I'd do anything for you, pretty Kitty," he told her, arms pressing her spandex-clad body to his. "I love you."

There was no need to respond with more than another kiss, gently easing his tongue into her mouth and vice versa, their affection and passion lingering even when they took ragged breaths.

Soon, Kitty was completely vertical on her bed, with Lance over her, busying her mouth with his own. Her hands tangled in his hair as he stroked her sides through the tight fabric of her uniform, causing chills to run down her spine. Neither of them heard the door open and didn't stop until Wolverine loudly cleared his throat and announced, "C'mon, Rockslide, I'll take you home. Looks like the two of us need to have a chat anyway."

Lance gulped and as he paled Kitty noticed he was still a little green. "I'll see you tomorrow," she promised with a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too." The two met for a quick lip lock before Lance followed Wolverine downstairs, preparing himself for the worst.

After giving herself a moment to rest, Kitty joined the other members of the Institute downstairs in the med lab. Amara was stroking Bobby's hair as Mr. McCoy did a check for broken bones. Jean attempted to wrap a bandage around Scott's wound but he would stop her every few seconds to kiss her and tell her how much he loved her. She scolded him half-heartedly, but anyone could tell that she didn't mind in the least.

She noticed Rogue in the back with Jamie and walked over to the pair. "Hey, Jamie. How are you feeling?"

"I'm ok. I didn't hurt you, did I?" the young teenager looked scared at the prospect.

"No, honey, I'm fine," she assured him.

"Hey, I'll go get those comic books you want, ok?" Rogue told him. "Need anything else?"

He shook his head, wincing at the pain from the simple motion. Kitty gave him a kiss on the cheek, while Rogue settled for one on his shoulder to keep from hurting him more. The two roommates went upstairs together, Kitty vying for a shower before quietly asking, "How are they really?"

Rogue shrugged. "Some are hurt worse than others. No more than a few broken bones at worse, Mr. McCoy said. That's not countin' the headaches, course. The professor's mostly worried about the mental and emotional aspects of what happened, so we're gonna hafta keen an eye on that."

Kitty nodded, feeling dirty just thinking about it. "They're strong. They should be fine."

"They shouldn't have to worry about whether or not they'll be fine!" the Southerner shouted angrily. "It doesn't matter that we got them home safe and sound; the fact that they had to go through that. Most of them are just kids." She wiped angry tears from her eyes as Kitty reached over and squeezed her other hand.

"We're the X-men, Rogue. Did you really expect it to be easy?"

A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I had to wait to buy a new computer. A new semester has just started at school, and the teachers have decided to lay on the work, plus the PSATs were this week. Other than that, I really have no excuse.

There's going to be a short prologue that's going to be put up in a few days, but this fic is coming to an end. I hope you liked watching Emma get her butt kicked as much as I enjoyed writing it!

This wasn't betaed because Laine and I just keep missing each other online and I've waited long enough to get this out. I'm still getting used to my new keyboard, so please be kind about any typos or grammatical errors.

I also run an X-men: Evolution forum called Growing Pains. Please check it out if you have a chance by going to the homepage on my profile or rosealchemist dot proboards26 dot com.

Questions, comments, reactions and reviews are greatly appreciated.

Review Responses:

Rogue14: Yes, all the ass-kick action in this one, as well as some JOTT and Lancitty. Hope you enjoyed.

Doza: Yes, well, I like writing sappyness, especially in a romance fic. I actually didn't put her Hellions in this fic, since I didn't think it would be as fun and Wing is supposed to be her only pupil.

Sofie: I tend to write long, it's a habit that I'm getting into. Lance and Kitty are back together! Yay!

Jacx: I put some JOTT in this chapter because I love them too.

Lifeofla-silverwolf: Emma's always pulling something. That's why we hate her. I put the Brotherhood in just because I love them too and Lance wouldn't let Kitty run into danger alone. Well, he might, but he'd complain about it the whole time until everyone else got sick of him.

Starrydreamz: I'm glad you liked it so much. Thank you for reading!

Iamhollywood: No worries, I've done that too. I like writing the fluffy chapter and I love it when people enjoy reading them.

XGAGGAGRLFORLANCEX: Everyone loves Lance…except for maybe Scott. I'm happy you liked it, thank you so much for reviewing.

DOJ: Well, of course Grayson's Garage was after my dear Dick. It's an obsession. I'm thinking about entering a twelve-step program.

Musagirl15: Thank you! And thank you again for reading and reviewing.