Professor Xavier squinted his eyes as he looked down into the darkness.

The NMs were having their training session in the dark in the field behind the school, well hidden from the public. Um, it really is Wolverine's idea. The NMs could have gotten their little darkness training in the danger room but our Wolverine wanted them to "know the evils" of what lurks in the dark and to get the feeling there itself. Like as if there are any evils in a school field.

Well, the NMs can always find a way or two to spice up their training session and help Wolverine "lose it".

Rogue hesitated to knock. "Well, go ahead, Rogue. Just knock. The professor doesn't bite you know," Jean said. Rogue narrowed her eyes at Jean. She couldn't find the second best person to talk to about this so she couldn't help it but let Jean "perfect" Grey know.

Now, she regretted telling her all about what happened between the Brotherhood and her. But thank god, Jean doesn't disclose secrets to anyone.

So far, only half of the NMs had been left "standing". Amara was one of them. She had killer fireballs in her hands and her "fired" magma body was helping to light the way.

"Eat shit, baby!" Boom Boom laughed her way through the training session as she threw her firecrackers at every laser-shooting machine she could see through her eyes.

Wolverine barked loudly at her, "You! Stop the wise jokes, that ain't funny!"

Bobby chuckled and ignored the warning he heard, "Ha!" Bobby kept firing ice sculptures around the place while also "killing" the machines.

Wolverine slapped his head, "That ain't a joke, ice cube! And you," he pointed at Jubilee, who was making more fireworks than concentrating on the mission, "Stop that! Funny you can even live through this for such a long time!"

Professor Xavier shook his head with a grin. Wolverine would just had to keep it up, since he wanted to do this in the first place and train them to "top" mutants round the block. Bleh!

He sensed the presence of Rogue and Jean. "Come on in, you two, " he said mentally, watching multiple fall to the ground and turning into several Jamies.

"Professor…Rogue has something to tell you," Jean said, as soon as she came in.

Rogue cleared her throat. And told the professor everything, everything, everything.

The professor nodded as if he knew everything about Rogue leaving the institute. Well, he did know, ok? "It's good you said all that, Rogue. But we can't recruit Kitty."

"Ah am doing this for Kitty's own good. What's up with that?" Rogue folded her arms.

"Nothing. Just that Kitty's with the Brotherhood, so we should respect her and that. We can't force her. It'd be too unfair."

Jean put a hand on Rogue's shoulder. "See? I've told her, Professor, but she didn't want to listen to me."

Rogue pissed off, "Get outta' my back." Kitty was a nice girl, Rogue knew that. But she couldn't recruit her.

All she could do was look at Kitty follow Mystique and get lead astray by her.

And she could only look at how Kitty would change.

Until she could barely recognize the girl anymore.

Kitty had the music blasting loud in her room as she scrubbed cheerfully at the walls, trying to get them to look good for once.

She didn't hear the door open and before she knew it, a pair of hands blocked her vision, and darkened every lil' thing round her.

"Guess who?" came the voice.

Kitty laughed and pretended to not know, dropping her brush into the soapy mixture, "Uh, let me guess…oh, is that Paul? That totally cute guy in my social studies class? Aw, too bad. He isn't a mutant and he isn't in the Brotherhood."

"Ouch." Lance pulled her hands back. "Trust me, that hurts."

"Like real." Kitty laughed, and grabbed her brush up again, scrubbing the dirty black stuff in between the tiles.

Lance bent down, trying to give Kitty a kiss. "Hey, not now." Kitty smiled, as she ducked and he missed.

"Aw, that's too bad. I was hoping for one, you know," Lance said.

"What of someone heard us or saw us, you idiot?"

"Like they would! Pietro is out, Blob is sleeping and Toad? He won't come in, believe me. After all, your Kelly Clarkson is so loud, he'll be hopping away."

"That's good music. Always tops the charts on TRL on the Music TV channel. You bought it." Kitty reminded him.

"I did? Oh, wow, I did, guess what." Lance rolled his eyes.

Kitty gave him a light push, "Get going, mister Alvers. I have work to do. Make yourself helpful and help me pack this house."

Lance didn't budge, "No. I'm not moving until you…you give me a you know what."

"As if I'll know what you'd want," Kitty laughed as she picked a small bucket of water and splashed it all over Lance's ripped jeans with a laugh.

"Hey!" Lance wrapped his arms round Kitty's waist, laughing.

"It's slippery here, Lance. Quit it!" Lance didn't quit it, of course. He took the hose of flowing water and sprayed on the both of them.

"If I do, I won't be called Lance," Lance said, as Kitty phased through him. But there was no way a bathroom could be that big.

Lance cornered Kitty and set them both off again. "See? I'm soaking wet, thanks to, like, you." Kitty squeezed a side of her shirt dry.

They broke into fits of laughter again, watching each other wet, wet and still wet.

They both kept perfectly quiet for a while. Lance lifted Kitty's chin and kissed her, leaving them speechless. Yet, Kitty allowed that feeling to flow.

Second time already. I meant, second kiss.

Kitty went red but she kinda' liked it. Lance can be so fun sometimes, yet he was a smooth kisser.

"Enough, Lance," Kitty, said.

"Why, don't you like it, pretty-Kitty?" Lance whispered into her ear hoarsely.

"No, it's not that, Lance," Kitty smiled warmly, "Who says I don't like it? It's just…we just, you know, started. It's not such a good idea to go that fast."

Lance respected Kitty enough to say okay. "Right, got cha'. Oh, who's doing dinner tonight, me right? I better get myself moving before Freddy eats everything up and we're only left with the peas."

Kitty beckoned him to go, pushing him out of the bathroom. "Get changed first, Lance."

"Got it, kit-Kat."

Kitty finally got back to business. Stretching herself, Kitty wondered if it would be good to start the relationship or not.

The X-Men

Vesus?

The brotherhood.

It was always the same. Whenever they had lunch, it was always a silent, cold war between them both teams.

"Hey, any of you guys bought Ashlee Simpson's I am Me CD?"

Uh, that was our pride and joy…I think, Tabitha Smith.

"Quiet, ya'." Rogue made occasional glares at her and glances at the Brotherhood. Kitty acted like nothing was happening and seemed extremely happy to be the only girl in the group and getting all chummy with Lance too.

Hardly anyone was talking. And their table was the quietest one of all. How come no one realized it, huh? I demand a change in the scene! Oh, I didn't realize that I was writing it…sorry!

Tabitha stuck a tongue out at Rogue and then she said, "Hey, Jean, how bout' Fort Minor's-."

"Quit it, Tabitha." Jean yelled into Tabitha head.

Tabitha stood up, linking her arm into Amara's. "C'mon, girlfriend, let's get going. Definitely too quiet a group for me."

That leaves us with Rogue, Jean, Scott, Kurt and Evan in the group, for your information, thank you.

"Why's she so chummy with the Avalanche guy, huh?" Evan asked.

"Yeah, she shouldn't be. He's a total pain in the neck." Jean said.

Scott nodded. The silent killer was his nickname when he was in grade school. "I don't know, but I intend to find out. Kitty's going to be turned from good to bad some day if she continues to hang out with Alvers."

Pietro noticed the X-Men were staring at them Practically.

"Hey, Lance," Pietro nudged at Lance, "The X-Geeks are all staring here."

"Let em' then. We're too pretty for them," Toad joked.

"For once, I agree the front part. Let them stare all they want. They're probably trying to get t' Kitty." Lance said.

"What did you say?" Kitty asked.

"Nothing."

"Yo, them are all leavin' yo. Assembly time." Toad wiped a boogie on the table, leaving Kitty in utter disgust.

"Let's get moving then. And I'll rock the place apart." Lance hissed under his breath.

Assembly.

Ah, where were we? The change of a principal?

"Hey, why did Principal Kelly in there?" Fred rubbed his head, "I thought it was Mystique."

"She must have gone nuts. She actually quitted?" Pietro sounded shocked too.

Scott still had his eyes tight on Lance. And he wasn't about to leave too.

Kitty said, "I don't understand why would Mystique leave when she had a good job like this one. It does not make any sense to me."

"Me neither, Kit-Kat. Hey, wanna see something?"

"Like what?"

"This." Lance clenched his hands into fists and the school begun to shake a little. But just enough to trip Principal Kelly over, landing on his butt.

"Yes! A point fer' Lancey, yo!" Toad high-fived Lance. Kitty spat him a angry look but then her eyes shifted and she started to giggle instead. And that was enough for Lance to be happy.

The "X-geeks" were however pissed off big time. "That Lance oughta' know betta"…" Rogue said.

"Yeah, when's he ever gonna' learn anyway?" Kurt mumbled.

Lance tapped on Kitty's shoulder, "Hey, Kitty, wanna see something real shaking?"

No, he didn't bother to wait for an answer, just started to rock the place big time. That certainly caught everyone's attention and loosened the scoreboard over Kelly's head.

Jean used up her telepathic energy (Um, does she have to save energy, btw?), and the scoreboard misses Kelly's head…but only just.

Scott nodded in "approval" in Jean's direction, "Great one, Jean."

"Yeah, but Avalanche could have killed someone, Scott."

"I know that, Jean. And I do plan to deal with it."

Kitty stared at the unharmed Kelly in shock and yelled back at Lance, "Lance, get a clue, will you?"

Lance sighed. Girls, who'll understand them?

Principal Kelly made a stupid joke…well, you know that part, don't cha'? And when he finally let the kids go from assembly, the first person that Lance went to was Kitty.

"Look, Kitty, sorry for the scoreboard thing. C'mon, don't be mad."

"Lance, you can be such a jerk sometimes." Kitty started to go, but Lance grabbed her wrist and had no intention of letting her go.

"Leave her alone, ya' yahoo." Rogue said.

"Or else…" Scott folded his arms.

"Whoa, who even put you in charge, slim?" Fred shouted at him, rudely.

Kitty phased her hand through Lance's grasp and said, "Never mind. Everything's ok. We don't need you."

"Heard that, summers? You better shut that eye of yours or else-." Lance hissed.

"Or else what? Don't think I don't know…if it wasn't for Jean, Principal Kelly might have even been killed!"

Jean pulled him back, "Don't be crazy, Scott. We can't use our powers here."

"How did you know I wanted to?" Scott had all his attention towards Lance.

"Scott, I'm a telepath. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!" Jean jerked him away. Scott had to leave, reluctantly, that is.

"Kitty, forget them. Remember you're with us."

"Lance, you big idiot. I'm going back first." Kitty didn't wait for an answer, just dashed off.

Lance looked at Kitty go, his eyes practically flaming, "Know what, guys? Summers may like keeping things under his own claws but I've so had it. I say we should all go public with out "Unique Talents".

Blob said, "But Mystique said we oughta'-."

"Forget her, Blob. We've got better things then listen to her rubbish. She's bullshit!" Lance thundered.

Pietro asked, "How bout' Kitty then? We've gotta' have her in our team."

Lance softened. He'd made her mad and now, he's gotta' do something about that.

"I'll take care of her." Lance promised, "But she'll agree, I give you my word. Until then, Summers is history. Let's see how those goody-goods take care of themselves now."

Is Lance evil or what? He is a villain isn't he? Well, I didn't like this chapter so much. Am I mad or what? Which author says they don't like their own work? Me for one...But I still like him…hahax! Until then…