Zaya:Thank you. I think this one may be harder since you have to have read the comics for this to make sense! And yes you were correct!

felinefairy100:Yes correct!

cajun-beauty:Yes you are correct! And thank you!

drswoc:Correct!

rcr:well done yes you get a cookie and thank you for the compliment on the Pietro thing!

otak the canadian:Correct!

A cookie to all of you!

And it was...

TOAD!

Duh!

now onto the next chapter!

A word for Kitty Pryde?

Well, having a crush on Kitty, is like having a crush on a famous person. Everyone has one on her at some point. Its natural. Of course, it-much like having a crush on a famous person-will never go anywhere, so you go for someone in your range. Magma, Jubilee or Wolfsbane, people like that.
Of course if you're lucky like Lance or Kurt, you may stand a chance. But if you're not high on the radar, then you have no chance. That made her sound superficial, but she's not. She's actually smart and kind, and not an airhead, much like people think. She helped me with my computer assignment once. She talked me threw it step by step, in a way that was so much easier to understand that my teacher could put it.
She's also the only other Jew in the house next to me. I suppose I like to think that gives us a connection, like when everyone else is celebrating Christmas, we sneak off and light the menorah. Then we sit and talk about stuff that others don't understand like our ancestors who were in the second world war and who got put into death camps.
We talk about other not-so-serious things, like what happened at our own and others bar mitzvah.
And when we're talking we're not mutants or superheroes, we're just...two Jews who seek solace in each other. Once when we were talking, I kissed her and she kissed back. That was before Lance and her got together, and I thought I had a chance. Turns out I didn't. I don't blame her, she told me right off afterwards that it shouldn't have happened and that she was just seeking comfort and I agreed. That kiss wasn't as sweet as I thought it would have been. It tasted salty because of the tears she had been crying, retelling me about her grandfather who had passed away.

You want a word for Kitty?

A Dream.

r&r please!