A/N: S' Sorry! I had the Writers block so… Sorry! I had sooooo much ideas for this fic. But I couldn't go on because I had other responsibilities for my other stories. So I'm very sorry for the hold up! I promise that if it ever happens again, I'll inform you.

Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own X-men Evolution or any characters on this fic. So… Stop bugging me!

P.S: I almost forgot! Even though Max's powers are similar to the Juggernaut, he's not actually like the Juggernaut. He does have his powers but his powers are triggered by emotional distress. When he has emotional distress, his mental shields build up, unable to let any Telepathic call interfere his mind. I just want everyone to know that.

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The two boys were planning past midnight, but they noticed that they don't know Logan very well. So they thought they should start planning once they have enough data to get Logan back. The two boys lay on their backs, unable to sleep.

"I don't want to sound like a baby or anything but, I miss my parents." Max said, almost becoming teary. Max closed his eyes, not letting the tears fall. Charlie understood what his friend is going through. To be truthful, he understands everything Max is going through. With his mom being an alcoholic, it seems like she died along with his dad. But he stood strong, no matter what.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Charlie whispered, a little exhausted. "Ya tired?"

"Yeah, a little." Max yawned. "But I'm scared that if I close my eyes, my parents will come back from the dead and come into the room and scare the living crap out of me." Charlie chucked a pillow at Max. They both laughed. At the same time, they both yawned. "Maybe we should go ta sleep."

"Yeah, night." Charlie went to his side to sleep but he heard a sound and turn to see Max holding what looked like a baseball bat. "What the hell are you doing with that?"

"Did you think I was joking?" Max asked as he lied the bat next to his bed. Charlie shook his head.

"Where did you get that anyway?"

"Oh remember when I went downstairs to get some water?" Charlie nodded. "I got lost and went into this room with toys, a T.V, and other cool stuff. Seriously, it's like Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium! So, while I was there, I found this." Max finished explaining with swinging the bat. Charlie yawned again, indicating that it's time to go to sleep. Max yawned as well and lied down. Charlie went to his side again and fell into a deep sleep.

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At around eight, the two boys were wide awake. Max and Charlie trudged there way down the steps. Even though they don't know where the kitchen is, they were guided by instincts. After ten minutes of searching, they gave up and sat down on the floor. Max's hair was all over the place, which meant that he didn't took a shower yet. Charlie didn't took a shower as well but his hair looked neat for some reason. They both sighed then chose to go back to their rooms to see if they could take a shower. When they were trying to find their rooms, they found the kitchen. Charlie muttered a "Finally." When they entered, they found the Professor, Logan, and Ororo. Ororo was making coffee while Logan was talking to Charles. The Professor smiled at the two restless boys that came in.

"Well Hello, Max, Charlie, Did you sleep well?" The two boys nodded and sat down across from each other, Charlie was sitting next to Logan. "What's wrong?"

"Walking, Walking, Walking…" Charlie mumbled as he hits his head repeatedly on the table. Logan looked at Charlie with an raised eyebrow. He looked at Max for an answer. He looked at Charlie and sighed.

"You need that water?" Max asked Logan. He gave Max the glass of water. Unexpectedly, he threw the water, not the glass, at Charlie. Charlie instantly sat up. Looking at everyone around the room. He yawned and stretched.

"Sorry, Dozed off there." He cracked his neck, making the Professor wince. "I think a good coffee would give me a boost."

"Oh no, you know what caffeine does to you." Max said glaring at Charlie. He nervously chuckled.

"Oh come on Max? It was only one day!"

"But you stayed up the whole entire night just drinking the stuff!" Max protest. "You drink one cup, you drink another, then another. Then all of a sudden, all hell broke loose. The whole institute get burned down because of one boy who drank too much caffeine. Then you'll go to jail for killing many innocent people!" Max kept going while the Professor, Logan, and Ororo looked at the two. "Even though this never happened before, I making sure that it'll never happen. Even if it happens, I am not going to pick you up in jail."

"Actually it's Juvenile Hall." Charlie muttered.

"No caffeine, end of discussion." Max huffed.

"Yes mother." Charlie said. They both glared daggers at each other. Then, surprisingly, they laughed. Charlie was holding his stomach while Max was practically rolling on the floor. The three instructors looked at the two boys, confused. When they were done, they did a hand shake and hit their knuckles together. They sat down, exhausted by the laughing. Logan was about to ask when the Professor beat him to it.

"What was that hand shake you just did?"

"Oh that." Charlie explained. "It's what most middle scholars do in Vegas. We slap our hands together and then hit our knuckles together. That's how we greet each other or say we're sorry. Some of the girls on our school does it too."

"Yeah like Kathy." Max pointed out.

"You mean tooth-pick Kathy?"

"No."

"Pickle head Kathy?"

"No."

"Chocolate lover Kathy?"

"Hell no!"

"Sleepy Kathy?"

"Hot Kathy!" Max shouted.

"Oh."

"So it's some kind of handshake someone invented." Ororo ignored what they said about these Kathy people, sitting down next to Max.

"Yeah." Max smiled. "It is actually. We don't really know who actually invented it but when you're in middle school, you learn a lot of things."

"Yeah." Charlie grinned.

"Really? Then tell us one." Logan smirked. The two boys looked at each other before looking at the adults.

"That's confidential." They both said in unison.

"It's only for middle scholars ears only." Charlie said. Putting a hand to his heart. Logan glared at Charlie. Charlie glared at Logan. It's the battle to the death… Ok, it's not. Logan glared at Charlie more, if that's even possible. Charlie growled. He stood up. "You think you're soo scary, huh Logan?!"

"I don't think it, kid. I know it!" Logan stood up himself.

"Well too bad because you're reputation his over!" Charlie shouted. "I'm not scared of you! I don't even know why people are scared of you anyway!"

Logan growled. Charlie just rolled his eyes. "Kid, you know why people are scared of me?" Charlie shook his head. Logan popped out his metal claws. "This is why they're scared of me!" Charlie stared at the claws. Everyone was ready for the two to fight when Charlie squealed with excitement.

"THAT'S SO COOL!" Charlie touched one of the claws and laughed. "That's why people are scared of you? Dude, I've seen much worser things in my life."

"Oh really, what's that?" Logan asked, surprised that Charlie isn't afraid of him. He put his claws back in. I'm starting to like this kid.

"My mom in a bikini." Charlie and Max shuddered. The Professor smiled. Charlie has been in the mansion in only one day and already the teachers liked him. Both Max and Charlie's stomachs started to growl, indicating they wanted food. They both blushed.

"I'll go get you something to eat." Ororo said, standing up. "What would you two like?"

Charlie was about to make a smart-ass remark when Max interrupted him. "I think just two sandwiches will do." Charlie glared at Max while Max just rolled his eyes. Max mouthed the word "Shut up".

"So, Charlie, Max, what happened yesterday. I mean why you two left the infirmary so quickly?" The Professor asked. They both looked down.

"Well if you have to know, You see Professor," Max started. "I don't like needles. Anything that has pointy things. It just creeps me out." Everyone was looking at Charlie, who was looking down on his bare feet. Max sighed. "You want me to tell them?" Charlie shook his head and whispered a "I have to get over it some day." Everyone didn't understand him, only Max did. After some seconds, Charlie started to explain.

"Remember when I told you that my mom was an alcoholic?" Everyone nodded their head. Charlie kept his glance down on this feet. "She wasn't always like that." Charlie chuckled softly. "She used to be a nice women, would give us candy once a week, tuck me in at night, hold me when I was scared." Charlie whispered. "But when I was six, it all fell down the toilet." Charlie shook his head, his glance still on his feet. It was about two minutes until everyone was convinced that Charlie was asleep or not speaking. Max sighed.

"You want me to go on from there?" Max asked. Charlie shook his head. After several minutes, Charlie spoke.

"That… that was when…" Charlie gulped. "When my dad died." Everyone stayed quiet, absorbing the information. Logan put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Everyone thought he was done talking when he whispered. "I would never walk into a hospital after that."

After about some minutes, Max stood up. He had the look of horror on his face. Max whispered a curse word that no twelve (going to be thirteen) year old should say. "Charlie." Charlie didn't look up. "Charlie, you need to call your sister before she's going to kill you." Charlie stood up with the look of horror on his face. Charlie looked at the Professor.

"Can I use your phone?" Charlie asked. The Professor nodded. Charlie went to the phone hanged on the wall behind the Professor. Charlie dialed the number to his house and waited. After the third beep, someone picked up. "Hey, Nancy… I'm alright… I'm in a donut store called Chocolate Mansion…No really… Fine Fine don't get all pissy with me… Ok god!" Everyone raised their eyebrows. "Xavier institute for Gifted Youngsters… They're nice… So?… They're not going to kill me…really I can stay for a year?" Everyone looked at Charlie. "Your no fun… New York or at least close to it… Nancy?… Nancy?…" Everyone heard a women yell "CHARLES MAVERICK DAVIDSON ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME?!" Charlie put the phone on his shirt to muffle the voice. He smiled apologetically and put the phone back on his ear.

"Just tell mom that and if she wants me home then I'll go home… but they're not mean… Jus' cuz you have a picture of Wolverine in your closet doesn't mean you have to get all pissy with me… He's here… I'll commit suicide and see if you can kill me now… YOU GO TO HELL… if dad was here he wouldn't care if they were mutants… sorry… Ok bye." Charlie hanged up the phone and sat down on his chair. This time, there was a PB&J sandwich in front of him. He smiled a thanks to Ororo and started eating his sandwich.

"That's some sister you have." Logan said.

"Nah, She's nice." Charlie said, chewing on his sandwich. "She also said if she can have you're number."

"Huh?" Logan asked, dumbfounded.

"I wasn't kidding about the Wolverine thing on her closet."

"Uh huh." Logan stretched and stood up. "Well, if anyone needs me. I'll be going to a bar."

"Can I come!" Charlie rose his hand up high. He gave him the puppy eyes. "Please, I always wanted to see a fight!"

"Nah, kid." Logan patted him on his head. "You're to little. Maybe when you're sixteen you will."

"No fair." Charlie folded his arms, finished with his sandwich. "Nancy had her first beer when she was twelve."

"And you had yours when you were ten." Max said.

"Plus my first hangover!" Charlie pointed out.

"Charlie, what about we go back to our room to do something." Max insisted.

"Alright." Charlie gave up.

The two boys went upstairs. This time, they found their room. They lied down on their beds and sighed.

"So…" Max said. "Where do you think everyone is? I mean the X-men and everyone else?"

"Probably at school. You know, a Monday." Charlie said. They both closed their eyes. "I'm not tired, I'm going ta take a shower." Charlie stood up.

"You don't got anything to wear." Max said, rolling his eyes at his friends stupidity. "Maybe we could ask the Professor for some."

After asking the Professor for some clothes, Charlie took a shower. Max soon followed suit after Charlie was done. Charlie was out of the infirmary clothes and now wore a black shirt with the X-men's signal on left side of the shirt. He wore blue baggy pants. Max wore the same shirt but chose the black jeans. After the two were nice and clean, they started wondering around. They soon got bored and tried to find the place that Max said looked like Mr. Magorium's Magical Emporium. After two minutes, they found it. Max was not kidding about the toys and T.V. The two boys played ping pong for a while and chose to watch cartoons after. They soon got bored and started playing assassins. It's when both players try to take the other down. You can't touch them, but you may use other things around you. After an hour playing the game, Charlie won and did his 'victory dance'. Soon enough, everyone was home. Everyone was sent to the War Room. Charlie and Max were standing next to each other, behind the Professor. When everyone quieted, the Professor started speaking.

"Everyone I will like you to meet Max Anderson and Charlie…" The Professor looked at Charlie for an answer. The Professor knew Charlie's last name but was stuck to Dickson or Davidson.

"Davidson." Charlie said, folding his arms. Max noticed this and sighed. He's nervous.

"Davidson. I will like you all to meet Max Anderson and Charlie Davidson." The Professor announced. "They will be staying with us. Charlie here is not a mutant but that does not mean you will treat him differently."

"Wait a minute," Bobby spoke. "He's not a mutant?" Charlie thought this might be some bad-ass mutant with a attitude. Charlie growled and spoke.

"Yeah and your point is?" Charlie said. Bobby growled.

"Then why is he here? This is for we could get away from them." Bobby growled again. Charlie glared at him. "Then why is he here?"

"Actually, this is for you could get away from me and to control your powers." Charlie said.

"Smart-ass." Bobby insulted.

"It's better to be a Smart-ass then a Dumb-ass like you." Charlie had enough with this, he unfolded his arms. He clenched and unclenched his hands.

"Alright! That is enough of both of you!" The Professor demanded. "Bobby, this is a safe haven for mutants but it not necessarily mean that it is for you to get away from other people. And Charlie was right you are here to control your powers." Bobby growled again. The Professor looked at Bobby sternly. Bobby sighed, nodding his head. When the Professor wasn't looking, he smirked and stuck the finger out on Charlie. Charlie face went hot and all of a sudden, Charlie ran out to try to punch Bobby, but Max was holding onto his arm.

"LET ME AT HIM! I WANT TO GET THAT FRIGGEN' SMIRK OFF HIS FACE!" Charlie screamed. Bobby was about to launch out on him when Roberto and Ray got a hold of him. "I'M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS! LET ME AT HIM!"

This continued for over half an hour. In those half hours, the Professor went to his study. This gone on for another half hour until Jean telekinetically lifted the two boys up so they would not be able to hurt each other. They both were injured. Charlie has a cut lip and a cut underneath his eye which he was sure would leave a scar. He also has a badly cut leg from Bobby's ice. Bobby though, only has a busted lip and a little cut on his left arm. He has a bruised eye also. Sense Charlie has the most severe wounds, he was sent to the infirmary first. But Charlie wouldn't let them.

"NO, NO, NO, NO. PLEASE LOGAN DON'T LET ME IN THERE!" Charlie shouted as he was literally dragged toward the infirmary. Max was about to run and grab Charlie when Scott got a hold of him. "MAAAAAXXXXX!!! DON'T LET ME BE IN THERE! MAAAAXXXX!!! GOD HELP ME!!! PLEASE!! I PROMISE I WON'T SAY ANYTHING MEAN FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!" Charlie clawed at the floor and wall as he was dragged. At some point, Logan loosen his grip and Charlie went running down the halls. Charlie didn't know where he was going, he just went by instinct. Soon enough, he was in a garden. Charlie looked around to see if he could hide somewhere and chose to hide under the table. He pulled his knees up and rocked back and forth, telling himself that nobody will send him back. After several minutes, he calmed down enough to explore the garden, but still had his ears and eyes open for anyone to take him back to the infirmary.

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Logan grumbled as he sniffed his way through the mansion. After Charlie ran, he went sniffing to see were the young nosocomephobic (don't know the real word so just bare with me here) went. He soon gave up on the trail, thinking that it was useless. So he did the only thing any good male would do, he asked his father, or what he called his father, Charles. Logan knocked on the door and waited for the usual telepathic call to come in. once he was inside, he explained what happened.

"If Charlie didn't want to go to the infirmary, then Hank can check him in his room." Charles explained.

"But what happens if the kid is afraid of doctors too, chuck?" Logan added, folding his arms. Charles thought. He sighed.

"Then we will have to talk to him, nicely." Charles added.

"So, where is the kid."

"He is in Ororo's garden, Can you go get him?" Charles asked. Logan was already out the door.

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Back in Ororo's garden…

"My leg is itchy." Charlie mumbled as he tried to scratch the wound on his leg but whimpered as he touched it. "Stupid Bobby." He tried to scratch again, but only got more pain. Giving up on scratching his leg, he sat down and looked at the roses. Some where white which was awkward. He sighed and stood up. Charlie stood up but was rewarded with an exploding pain at his leg. Charlie huffed and chose to hop on one leg toward a chair, looking over the water. Charlie sat down and touch his leg, which only hurt more. He moaned and huffed again. He tried to think of something funny. Anything to get this serious pain off my leg. I know. He started to sing one of the song from a Christmas special of Jeff Dunham. That guy always made him laugh.

"Dashing through the sand, with a bomb strapped to my back. I have a nasty plan, for Christmas in Iraq." Charlie smiled remembering Achmed, the dead terrorist (1). "I got through check point A, but not through check point B. That's when I got shot in the ass by-"

"Me." Logan said. Charlie tried to scramble away when Logan grabbed him by the shirt. Charlie struggled but Logan wouldn't let him down. Logan walked and Charlie thought that he would go to the infirmary. After some time, they were in Charles' office.

"Logan, May you put him down on the chair." The professor demanded. Logan put him down in the chair. Charlie folded his arms. Charlie didn't look at Logan or the Professor, he just looked at his feet. "Charlie, look at me." Charlie didn't look, he kept his glance on his feet. Charles sighed. "Charlie, I know that you don't want to go to the infirmary, but you have to. You are hurt, I do not want one of my students sick." Charlie wasn't listening to him, he was remembering the day before his father died.

*Flashback*

A six year old Charlie was playing soccer with his father. "He kicks the ball, and and Goal!!! Charles Davidson goes to the state finals." Charlie's father yelled, picking up his son and placed him on his shoulders.

"Dad, it didn't even go in." Charlie pointed to the ball that's next to the net, not in the net.

"Hey, everyone needs a little motivation right?" Charlie nodded. Charlie's father, Maverick (Yeah his name is that!) let him on the ground as Charlie's mother, Charlotte came outside.

"'Rick, you're boss is calling you!" Charlotte called, holding the phone in her hand. 'Rick went to his wife and started talking. After a minute, he came back to Charlie.

"Hey, sport. I have to go get something. When I get back, how 'bout we go to the park to go swinging?"

"Yeah!" Charlie hugged his father. 'Rick chuckled and ruffled his son's black hair. "You promise you'll be back? 'cause last time you asked, you went to a business trip."

"Don't worry, I promise I'll be back, then we could play soccer all day in the park." 'Rick gave his son a big hug then went off.

That night, Maverick Davidson was seriously injured during a car crash. He had a broken leg and arm. He also has a big gash on his head. He was in the hospital. Charlie was waiting all day for his father to return. When the police came and told them, they were escorted to the hospital. The doctors couldn't do anything. Charlie and the rest of the family were allowed to see him. He was beat up, he was covered in medical tap and wires hooked up to monitors. Charlie's mother and sister couldn't bare see him that way so they left the room, crying to each other. Charlie though, didn't shed a single tear. Even for a six year old, he knew his father would pull through. Because his father promised him that they would go to the park. Charlie sat down on a chair next to his fathers bed.

"Dad, you missed my promise again." Charlie smiled. But the man didn't move or make a sound. The only sound was the constant beeping of the heart monitor. "Don't worry dad, you'll pull through. You always pull through." Silence. "Once you're all better, we can go to the park! Play soccer! I also wanted to learn how to play football, Dad." The man didn't move a muscle. Charlie was giving up hope, but not yet. He sighed. "Dad, Dad, if you're listening to me, then… Can you please just move or something. Just give me a sign that everything's going to be alright. Please, I just want to know that my dad will always be there for me. Just please give me a sign that everything will be alright. That you'll be there always. Promise me." All of a sudden, the heart monitor made a BEEEEEEEEP sound, indicating that he died. Charlie sat there, shocked. He wanted to cry right then and there, but he didn't. His father died that night, and that's the sign that he gave him that everything will be alright and that he will always be there. Leaving the room, he past his mother and sister, and went to a nearby park. He sat down on the bench, and looked over the playground. He swallowed a lump that formed in his throat and breathed softly.

"Dad, if you're listening to me now, I hope you keep that promise." Charlie looked up into the dark sky. "Promise me." In the dark of the night, Charlie was holding onto a necklace that his grandfather gave to his dad, his dad gave it too him. Charlie looked down onto his feet, shedding a flow of tears.

*End of Flashback*

"Charlie!" Logan shouted, moving Charlie's shoulders. Charlie came back to reality. "You alright, kid?"

Charlie just noticed that he has tears in his eyes. He wiped the tears away. He ignored the pain from his cut beneath his eye. "Y… Yeah, I'm fine."

"So, do you understand that you have to see a doctor?" Charles asked, looking at Charlie with pity. While Charlie dozed off into his memory, he went inside and saw everything. He couldn't believe how young Charlie was when his father died. He couldn't believe how hard Charlie has to go through life everyday. Charles sighed as Charlie shook his head.

"Charlie, you're injured. While you were running away from the others, Bobby was fixed up." Charles sighed again as Charlie again refused to go see a doctor. "You do see that we will have to force you to go see one?" Charlie still was looking at his feet. Charlie didn't say anything. Charles sighed again and looked at Logan. Telepathically telling him in the count of three to grab Charlie. After three, Logan grabbed Charlie. Charlie, again, started struggling. Charles sighed again. "I know you don't want to Charlie, but you have to!" Charles followed Logan and the screaming Charlie. When they were almost there, Charlie started hold a door knob. He sure was holding tight because after some time, Charles had to use his powers to knock Charlie out. When they finally got there, Charlie woke up. He started screaming again and grabbing anything. Never in the Professor's life has he seen anyone scared of hospitals as much as Charlie. When they got him in one of the beds, Charles knocked him out again, this time so he could stay asleep much longer. Charlie lay motionless, while Hank cleaned his wounds.

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Yes! I finished this chapter! I am soooo happy! I actually had fun with this fic!

1) Jeff Dunham is a ventriloquist/ comedian. One of his many famous puppets is Achmed the dead terrorist. In a Christmas special, Achmed starts singing one of his many favorite Christmas songs, JINGLE BOMBS! (it's kind of like Jingle bells but different.)

I hope you guys love this fic as much as I do…. Um… What am I supposed to do now?

La, la, la, la. (whistles and walks away uncomfortably)