Title-Kitty's Slumber Party

Author-IvyCreed6

Editor-Sotsumi

Ideas- falco no miko

Disclaimer- I own The WHAT Team and that's it.

Chapter Four-Childish Cuteness and Flames

"Hello?" Scott answered picking up his phone and doing his best to not know who it was.

"OH Jean! How's everything?" He asked then nodded his voice gaining an edge of seriousness. "Alright I'll go pick him up I'll see you in a few."

He snapped his cell phone shut and headed towards the door.

"Don't tell them we're watching them!" Lance commanded this received a glare from Scott.

"Shut it Alvers, I'm not inane."

"Sure, Shades."

"Alright, Jamie, Scott is on his way to pick you up right now." Jean announced.

"AW! Can't we do something fun until they get here?" He pleaded, unleashing his secret weapon upon the unsuspecting girls... his puppy eyes.

They knew about all the evil things he'd done; but against the child's cuteness, resistance was futile.

"Sure, Jamie. What do you want to do?" Kitty asked, ruffling the boy's hair.

"Dancing contest!" Jamie yelled, thrusting his fist into the air.

"Ah hate dancing." Rogue objected.

"But, what about that Dracula play?" Kitty asked confused.

"Ah zapped you remember? Ah only did it 'cause you said ah couldn't." Rogue clarified.

"I don't dance." Wanda agreed.

Jamie turned the puppy eyes to both Goths. "Please?"

Wanda and Rogue didn't melt like everyone else had; but they sighed.

"Fine, we'll do your stupid dance contest."

"YAY!"

"That is not cool! How does the little brat get them to do whatever he wants!" Roberto yelled.

"Childish cuteness." Piotr answered. Which caused everyone to turn.

"You can talk?" Sam asked bewildered.

"Of course he can talk. Piotr just isn't one to waste words. Ask St. John here... John? Uh-oh." Remy paled.

"What? What's wrong?" Ray inquired.

"Well, when St. John disappears it never be a good t'ing."

While Jamie was busy dragging girls around to dance for the contest, Amara slipped away to use the restroom.

The shadows in the hall didn't bother her. She, unlike some of the other new recruits, had been a part of a team.

She smiled at the memory of beating up punks and taking down a car theft ring.

"I miss those times."

Her thoughts were cut off as somebody grabbed her arms and pulled her into a room. Without thinking, she grabbed the hand flipped the person over her shoulder and grabbed his neck.

"What do you want?" She asked, after recognizing him as Pyro.

"I wanted to talk with you, Sheila." He answered, gagging from her grip on his wind pipe.

Amara raised an eyebrow in question, loosened her grip and allowed him to sit up.

"About what?" She noticed he wasn't wearing the orange suit that contained his flame thrower things ; but a simple pair of jeans and a black t-shirt with flames that almost seemed to match her Pjs.

" Fire."

"Oh what a drastic change."

"Your fire. You can generate it, right?" John asked, his eyes gleaming mischeviously.

"Yeah."Amara nodded, wondering why he was so interested in that.

"Well, Sheila, I can't generate my own fire. That's why I have this thing." He pulled out a small zippo lighter and flicked it open.

The flame began to dance wildly.

"Why are you showing me this?" Amara asked, about ready to yell for somebody to come.

The flame jumped from the lighter and formed a cursive "A" in the air then and heart around it.

Amara blushed deeply glad that the shadows hid the pink in her face.

Suddenly the flames went out and John got to his feet, holding out his hand to help her.

"Let's get outta here, Sheila."

He began pulling her towards the window that he'd entered through.

"Wait! I can't go out. I'm not dressed!" She objected, pulling away from his hand and turning to walk away. John wasn't about to let her leave this time he grabbed her hand in his own. Amara turned around and their eyes met. For a long moment neither of them spoke.

"You look fine... but if your so worried, here." He said softly and handed her a long trench coat. "I stole it from Remy when he wasn't looking. Now let's go!"

Amara pulled on the coat and followed him out the window into the night.

Jubilee sat alone on the couch still wondering what was wrong with Bobby.

Well kiddies please review! I'm going to be gone for a week so I can't post a new chappie till later.