Author's Note: Thank you Wen1, DarkNatural and Nozomi and Hotaru for your reviews. Things finally develop somewhat of a plot next chapter. Hence the utter pointlessness of this one. I apologise for this one being so short, but time was hard to find this week.

Disclaimer: All recognisable characters are the property of Marvel Comics and Fox Entertainment. No plagiarism is intended.

Chapter Five:

"Scott, do you know you're wearing one black shoe and one red? New fashion statement?" Jean smiled at him. Including Hank and Warren, they were all standing outside the cinema. Good thing they were both converse. Scott in fact hadn't known he was wearing two different shoe colours, things looking the same in shadows. Scott's room was often cast in shadows because he never opened his thick curtains. This was because he found that too much sunlight caused migraines and an increase in power, which he feared the glasses would not be able to contain.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. He was not going to admit he was colour blind. It was best just to agree. Before he could form some sort of retort, she had turned away from him. The cinema doors had opened and she was not going to wait anymore than necessary to get in. The alluring smell of popcorn called to her, the irresistible call to the wild. No one got in the way.

Hank , with his fur, had to take extra precautionary measures to avoid notice, including Jean's help in altering the thoughts of those who saw him. No one in the cinema was any the wiser. Warren's wings were strapped tightly to his back, a well fitted coat hiding the bulge. Scott received some stares, but his generally unperceivable presence masked him from any real notice. Jean was the only one who could pass for normal without any extra help.

The Professor had made it a kind of class assignment for them to go out into the town at least once every fortnight. Although he planned to bridge the gap between Homo Sapiens and Home Superior, he was aware that the time was not yet right, and invoked anonymity. Although Charles had been gone over a week now, they felt it best to keep up the tradition.

Part way through the film - it was mediocre at best - Jean left to use the ladies room. When after fifteen minutes she hadn't returned, Scott grew worried. Rising form his seat, he went out to the lobby, where he found her conversing with the ticket seller, a girl who looked to be her own age. Looking up, Jean noticed him just as he was about to slip away.

"Scott, come here. Meet Susan." Scott took a step forward and nodded at the girl, but would come no further. Susan stared at his glasses for a moment, before moving to the rest of him. "It was her birthday last week. I came out to ask her how it went." Scott didn't ask how they knew each other. He was not good with new people and really wanted to leave.

"Uh," Scott made some incoherent sounds in an attempt to speak, but ended up gesturing helplessly at Jean in the hopes that she would know what he was trying to say. She watched his hands before it clicked.

"I think he's trying to say 'Happy Birthday'," She looked over at Susan, both smiling. This just made Scott blush. "He can't talk around new people," she said by way of explanation. He raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, turned, and hurriedly returned to the darkened screen room.

Jean followed a few minutes later, nudging him conspiratorially.

"I think she likes you," Scott jumped, causing Jean to laugh during a serious moment of the film, earning her a few glares. She sunk down in her seat.

As they made their way out of the cinema a breeze began to pick up. The night was now pitch black, no moon in sight. A pointless observation , in sight of the fact of light pollution. They huddled in the corner of the alleyway as they waited for their ride home.

"Hey, any one got my mom's number?" Warren had recently purchased a new phone, and he had yet to put all his contacts in it.

"I have," Scott quipped, face blank. Only Jean got it at first, and it took Hank a moment more, then he , too, was laughing. Warren scrunched up his eyes at Scott.

"Walked straight into that one, didn't I?" He turned and walked away as the person he was ringing answered.

"That is the last time I watch a film with you two," Hank had slung an arm around Jean's shoulders, attempting to over balance her. He released her as she tumbled forward, regaining her footing at the last moment. "The whole film had you two to criticise it and break it apart. Haven't you ever heard the saying ''leave your brain outside the door?"

"Is it really a saying if you're the only one who says it?" Jean looked at Hank, who had moved to try and distract Warren. How such a highly intelligent man could get such pleasure from childish antics was still a mystery to Jean. She turned back to Scott, who had that look he gets when he was about to say something completely random. As always, he didn't disappoint.

"We should be a crime fighting duo. You with your powers to mock and criticise, me with my punching-holes in plot lines. I'm afraid I lack your wit." He gave her a small bow in acknowledgement of her greater power. Jean was staring at him now. She thought back to an earlier conversation.

"Would you still have the powers of electricity and fire?"

"Of course," Hank was now wrestling the cell phone out of Warrens hands.

"I thought we were a crime fighting duo?"

"Fine, we're superheroes."

"I think I'll stick with wind and fire."

"Hey, what super heroine name would you pick?" Jean halted the phone's fall to the hard concrete with her telekinesis, earning her an appreciative look from the Angel.

"Captain something."

"Captain? Have a thing for Mr. America, do we?" She swatted his sleeve.

"Oh, and what would you pick?" She pulled her coat tighter around her, the wind blowing her long hair to the side, street lamp creating a halo. Scott wished he could take a picture. It was a perfect Kodak moment.

"I feel like something classic."

"Oh, like Adonis? I didn't know you thought of your self that way." He blanched.

"What? No, uh-uh." A breath "What?" Jean giggled, knowing one of the few ways to make his expression change.

"Relax, Scott. I'm playing with you. Well, going with the derogatory names theory - Beast, for instance - we could call you - Oh, I don't know - Cyclops?" Hank had given up on Warren and had come over to join in in the conversation.

"An excellent name. Although I don't see how Feathers' name is derogatory." Warren had turned his back on them and walked well out of Hank's current reach. Scott was watching Jean.

"Why do I get the feeling you thought of that before?"

" It came to me in a dream," She smiled at him.

When they returned to the mansion the Professor had returned.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading.