Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution. Maybe in the next dimension over...

Chapter 5 for whom it may concern. This starts in the X-Mansion. I included a scene with Cyclops there, which was hard for me to write. This may sound sort of hard to believe, but I am not familiar with Cyclops 'cause...I don't really like him thatmuch. I can't explain it, he's just hard for me to write and hard for me to relate to. By the way,figure out my hint yet? No? Too bad. You'll just have to wait for my ending. I think it might be sort of surprising.

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Chapter 5

Bobby Drake walked down the hallway, looking for someone else, hopefully Ray. He had not seen Ray all day, and wouldn't admit it, but was beginning to get a little worried.

"Hey, Amara!" he said as he met up with her. "Have you seen Ray?"

"You know, now that I think of it, I haven't seen him all day." Amara answered.

"Dang. Thanks, bye." Bobby decided to check Ray's room. He knew it should be the first place he should look, but realized that Ray probably wouldn't spend the entire day inside there anyway.

He knocked on the door. "Ray? It's Bobby. C'mon, open up." There was no answer. Bobby tried knocking again, with no avail. He then opened Ray's bedroom door. Bobby saw nothing but an open window.

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Jean Grey knew something was wrong with Scott. She usually did. When he came out of the danger room, he had a defeated look on his face, and it probably wasn't from the battle itself.

"Something wrong?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Yeah …" he replied halfheartedly.

"And….?"

"It's just that, with my powers so uncontrollable, I feel like sort of…weak."

"Oh, Scott, that's ridiculous! You're not weak! Everyone has control problems."

"Yeah, but if I get me head bumped from behind and my glasses fall off, then who knows what would happen…" Scott said, looking at the ground.

"It's not your fault you don't have control. And everyone knows that. Sometimes you just have to accept things as they are." Jean said with a comforting smile on her face.

"Yeah, I guess." he replied.

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"Hey, you didn't bring your old suit from the X-Men, did you?" Pietro asked Ray.

"Uh, no. Why do you need to…?"

"Good! Because you need a new uniform!" Pietro said before Ray had a chance to finish what he was saying.

"New uniform…?"

"Did I stutter? Yeah, a new uniform! Those old X-Men ones are stupid."

"Um…okay."

"Stop sounding so unsure of yourself!" Pietro said.

"What?" Ray asked, confused.

"If you can't sew, I'll make one!" Pietro offered. "You probably would mess it up anyway if you tried to make one."

"Yeah, sure, I can't sew." Ray replied.

Pietro disappeared up in his room for about five minutes and came back down with a strange-looking suit that looked sort of like a cross between Lance's suit and a small version of Freddy's. Ray didn't know how to respond.

"…Thank…you…?" he said, sort of freaked out by the odd suit.

"You're welcome!" Pietro said, throwing the suit at Ray and dashing back upstairs. Ray caught himself wondering exactly what would happen next at his strange new habitat.