Chapter 7

Scott yawned as the sun beat against his face. Groaning, he rolled over and pulled the comforter over his head. His attempt to sleep in was thwarted, however, by a loud banging on his door. With a soft grumble, he trudged to the door and threw it open. Blinking, partly to clear his blurred vision, and partly because of what was on the other side.

Rogue stood there, smiling brightly. In her hands was a large plate of pancakes, which gained Scott's attention almost immediately. He was practically salvitating at the sight of them, and wasted no time in ushering Rogue in. Now that he had spotted the syrup covered food, he was wide awake.

"Rogue? What are you doin' here?" he asked, never once taking his eyes off the pancakes. She laughed lightly, and handed him the plate. He took it and sat on his bed, gesturing for her to do the same.

"Breakfast in bed, sugah?" Rogue laughed lightly. "Ah came t' tell ya yo' gonna need t' get yo' uniform soon. We have lots o' extra ones lyin' around fo' you t' choose from."

"Uniform?" Scott asked, once he'd swallowed the pancake he was munching on. "You mean for the Danger Room?"

"An' fo' the battles against the Brotherhood."

"Okay," Scott said. "Hey, wait!"

"Hm?" Rogue looked at him curiously.

"When I was watching you guys down there, you were all going by different names. Well, not you, but Remy was called Gambit, and Jean was called Phoenix. What was up with that?"

"Oh, rahght!" Rogue could've slapped herself for forgetting. "Codenames sugah, yo' gonna need one too."

"So wait, Rogue is your codename?"

Rogue nodded. "Ah haven't gone by mah real name since Ah was a li'l gal. Been known as Rogue fo' a long as Ah can remember, so it's kinda lahke mah real name an' mah codename."

Scott looked thoughtful for a moment, chewing and swallowing another bite. "I can understand that."

Rogue smiled. "So, what do ya think you should go by?"

"Um..." he blinked. "Think you could help me come up with somethin'?"

"Sure thing, sugah," Rogue laughed. "Hm...how about...Red Eye?"

Scott shot her a look that clearly read 'you're kidding right?' She smiled and shrugged.

"Laser?"

"You're kidding right?"

"Hey, Ah'm jus' throwin' thing's out there. You get t' choose which ya lahke best."

Scott sighed and nodded, rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses. This could take a while.

"Optic Blaster?"

A loooooong while.

Before he could even say 'no way in hell!', two female voices could be heard arguing outside. Rogue and Scott shared a confused look, and went to the door to hear. Rogue opened it cautiously, and the two peeked out. Jean and another girl, Scott vaguely remembered her as 'Kitty' were arguing over something.

"Like no way!" Kitty said, "Griffins are so the coolest mythological creatures ever!"

"You're dreaming Kitty," Jean said, looking at the girl out of the corner of her eye. "Cyclopes are the best!"

"Griffins!"

"Cyclopes"

"Griff-"

Their voices trailed off as they moved further down the hall. Rogue and Scott looked at each other and shrugged. Closing the door, Scott eyed it for a moment, thinking about what Jean had said. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.

"Rahght...anyway, mo' codenames."

"I think I have one, actually," he smiled at Rogue. She looked at him questioningly. "What do you think about Cyclops?"

Slowly, a smile spread across her face. "It suits ya sugah, it suits ya fahne."

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Scott grimaced as he looked at himself. His third costume, and he still hadn't found one he liked. This one was a deep blue color, which he liked, but involved yellow underwear on the outside, much like Superman or Batman wore theres. A yellow thing went around his chest, and while he liked that, the costume just wasn't him.

Glaring at the snickering Rogue and Remy, whom were supplying him with the different costumes, he shook his head. Remy looked slightly disappointed he wouldn't be wearing that one, but Scott figured it was more because he couldn't mock him over it. Honestly, this costume looked like something from a comic. He remembered back to his first day here, and what he'd said to Rogue about them being characters in a crappy comic book. He smirked as he thought of her in an equally embarrassing costume, and the two of them going around and saving the world.

Jean could even be the Lois Lane equivalent. The woman he loved, but could not tell his secret identity too. Though, this costume didn't have a head piece like the last one. For which he was very thankful.

"Got another one?" he asked, glad the professor made Remy and Rogue get rid of any cameras they had on them. It was better if no one else ever saw him in these clothes. What would Jean think?

Rogue handed over another spandex uniform. This one was black with yellow combat boots, a yellow X, and yellow gloves. Normally, he wasn't one for yellow, but he had to admit he liked it. Deciding best to see what it looked like on him, he waited for his 'judges' to turn around. Remy did so without hesitation, but Rogue seemed content to watch him undress.

Glaring at his girlfriend, Remy pulled her to him and kissed her. While her eyes were closed, Scott quickly changed into his newest uniform. Clearing his throat to let them know he was done, neither southerner paid him any heed. Their long kiss continued. Irking a brow and looking not even the least bit impressed, he cleared his throat again. Nothing.

"AHEM!"

Rogue and Remy pulled away from each other quickly, looking at him questioningly. Well, Rogue was looking questioningly, Remy was glaring as per usual. Rogue smiled eyeing him up and down.

"Ah think we have a winner," she said. Scott nodded.

"So do I."

Remy snorted. "Remy t'inks-"

"Shush up," Rogue scolded. "Didn't yo' pere evah teach ya t' keep yo' mouth closed if'n ya cain't say nothin' nahce?"

"Non," Remy shook his head. "Pere taught Remy t' take candy from babies, jewels from museums, virginity from sexy li'l filles wit' green eyes, auburn hair wit' white streaks, an' Mississippian accents. Gran'ed, Remy can' do dat when she sleepin' wit' a white haired salaud!"

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Fo' the last tahme sugah, Joseph happened befo' Ah met ya!"

Remy huffed and crossed his arms. He pouted childishly, and glared at the wall. Rogue looked at Scott and rolled her eyes. He smiled, despite his confusion over the argument and who Joseph was. If one thing was for sure, it was that these two never got old.

"Don't pout Remy, you know Ah fahnd it irresistible."

Remy turned his glare to Rogue, ready to protest. "Remy don' pou – really?"

Her words finally processed his mind, and his glare turned into an arrogant smirk. He pulled her to him, pouting exaggeratedly. Rogue giggled and leaned up to kiss him. Remy, happy with his victory, rested his hands on her lower back. Rogue pulled away, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Watch those hands, Cajun," she warned. Remy gulped and started to remove his hands from her back. Rogue grabbed them with her own, and placed them firmly on her butt. Pleased with their new location, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another breathtaking kiss.

Scott watched them with an irked eyebrow, and the feeling that they wouldn't be breaking apart anytime soon. Shaking his head, and glancing skyward, the question 'why me' plastered on his face, he decided to leave the room before things got out of hand. Which they undoubtedly would, very soon judging by the low moans from Rogue and Gambit.

As he walked down the hall, he was stopped by Jean. He blushed when he realized she was going to see him wearing spandex, not exactly something he wanted her to see him wearing. Then again, she would've had to see it in the Danger Room. But that was still about three days off, and he was much more content to wait. Oh well, can't have everything.

"Oh my gosh, Scott!" Jean explained, smiling. She felt a blush tingeing her cheeks at the sight of him. The spandex clung tightly to his form, showing lean muscles obtained from surfing in Hawaii, and possibly other sports he might've been in. She had known he wasn't just a stick before, but she never thought he was so...well defined. Her blush darkened at the thought.

"Hey Jean," Scott laughed lightly, turning pink. "Um, like the new costume?"

"I love it!" Jean gushed, clamping her hands over her mouth. Suddenly, her shoes looked very interesting. "I mean, I...it's not a costume, it's a uniform...and yes, I like it."

Scott felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He hadn't expected such an...enthusiastic response from her, but he wasn't complaining. Still, he decided it would probably be best to dissipate the tension surrounding them.

He bowed mockingly. "I'm am terribly sorry, milady. Of course it is a uniform! How could I be so stupid as to think otherwise?"

Jean giggled, thankful that he didn't tease her about her dramatic response. She put on a look of snobby indifference, looking down her nose at the bowing mutant.

"Yes, well, just don't let it happen again." she pretended to fan herself. "Do you have a codename yet?"

"Actually," Scott smirked, looking up at her. She blushed. "I do."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Cyclops," Scott said simply, acting indifferent, though really, he was anxious to see how she would react. Jean's eyes widened, and a smile tugged at her lips. She couldn't believe it! He liked cyclopes too? She'd always thought she was the only one who realized how misunderstood they were.

"Really? It suits you," she unknowingly repeated Rogue. "Cyclopes were always my favorite mythological creatures."

Scott merely grinned. "So misunderstood though, poor things."

Jean blushed and nodded. "My thoughts exactly!"

About that time, Kitty came down the hall. "Jean! Like, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Jean turned sharply, glaring at the brunette, whom stopped in her tracks. It wasn't like Jean to glare at her. Her gaze traveled from the redhead to the other teen, and she blushed.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I'm not, like, interrupting something, am I?"

"What? No! No, of course not," Scott reassured her, grinning easily.

"Did you need something, Kitty?" Jean asked, no longer glaring. She knew Kitty hadn't meant to show up when she did, and she really shouldn't be upset. She was still dating Duncan, and she didn't feel anything towards Scott. Really. She was just...just making friendly conversation. So, why did she want Kitty to just phase through the floor and leave her and Scott alone?

"Um, well," Kitty looked uneasily between the two. She could practically feel the hormones raging around the couple. Scott liked Jean, Jean liked Scott, and Kitty had to admit they made a cute couple. She didn't want to bring up Jean's boyfriend now, but he was waiting at the door for her. "Duncan is at the door, and wants to know if you're ready for your...outing."

Jean's visage twisted into a horrified look. She had completely forgotten about her date with Duncan! Sending an apologetic smile to Scott, she walked briskly past Kitty. The brunette girl looked at Scott with a small smile and shrug, then promptly phased through the floor. Scott stood alone in the hallway, feeling a bit dejected.

"But," he smiled to himself as he headed for his room, "she loves the cos – uniform, and the name. Scotty ole boy, you might stand a chance yet."

Nothing could get him down for the rest of the day.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! It was mostly written to get his costume and codename out of the way. I promise you all more jealous Remy, more Jott, and more Romy later. Possibly even more insane pyromaniac antics.