HEY THERE AVID (sp?) READERS. HAVING A GOOD SUMMER? LIKE MY STORY? WANT ME TO STOP WRITING IN CAPS? OK! I finally got my account to accept my chapter. So here it is. CHAPTER THREE! And if you think there is no plot yet... BE PATIENT. There is a reason for this story. So just read on and review. Thanks, this is the first story in a series. OK ENJOY!

"I finally got it! It's YOU he likes!" Rogue cracked up as she walked with Kitty after they left Piotr's room.

"He does not! I just helped him feel better and I numbed a bruise. That's why he had his shirt open. And he was feeling bad so I just helped him… Rogue stop laughing… and that is why… but then… he kind of moaned and I called him a pervert. That's what happened."

"Geez, Kitty. Ya slapped him in the face and you damaged him so much that he might not be able to have your kids or anybody else's!" Kitty was thinking about what Rogue said when she finally got it. She turned to a smiling Rogue.

"YOUR SOOO GROSS! Do you not realize what you're saying! He's like five years older than me. Seriously Rogue, I'm not that desperate!" Kitty yelled as she ran after Rogue to the kitchen.

Piotr finally came out of his room. Still in pain, but able to walk, he trotted down the kitchen. He knew that Kitty and Rogue were in there so he hesitated before entering.

"I'm telling you. You need more control over the guy. Take Bobby for example. He's a wimp, but hey; he makes me cool on a summer day. I can make him do whatever I want, just because I can touch him and he would have to live without his powers for an hour, you know how hard that would be?"

"Well no, but I wouldn't force him to do anything he wouldn't want." Kitty stirred her salad over her plate.

"If you don't have control, the guys will become dominant! And trust me, every time I come out of a danger room session with Logan, Bobby gets giddy. I have to control him sometime." Rogue and Kitty looked up to see Piotr with an embarrassed look on his face. His shirt buttons were all wrong and he was wincing as he walked.

"You mean controlling like this?" Kitty whispered as she pushed her fork off the table onto the floor. "Peter, could you be a dear and hand me that fork on the floor?"

Piotr turned and bent down slowly. He grunted in pain and picked up the fork. Kitty expected him to hand the fork over, but he cleaned it with his shirt and handed it back to her. Kitty was amazed and Rogue just stared as her mouth gapped. He got a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and was almost about to chug it, when he looked at Kitty, who was staring at him with puppy dog eyes. He looked at her plate and saw no drink, so he got a glass and filled it up with ice, set it beside her plate, and poured her the whole can. He crushed the can with his hand and threw it in the trash as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Am I dreaming?" Rogue asked still astonished by Pete's actions.

"Hey! I'm the one that says that. And to answer your question; no you are not."

Bobby came into the kitchen, very cheerful and got an apple out of the fridge. Rogue decided to try Kitty's Technique and dropped her fork on the floor.

"Bobby, my love; will you please hand me that fork?" She asked with a smile.

"Why not get it yourself? It's RIGHT there." Bobby left and ran upstairs. Rogue was as pissed as ever and grabbed the fork and chased after him. Kitty just laughed.

"Poor Bobby." She though to herself as she got another Dr. Pepper out of the fridge and ran to Piotr's room.

Piotr heard a knock on the door, as he was trying to correct his shirt. "Just push the door. The lock's broken anyway." He had his back to the door. The next thing he felt was something cold and wet on his arm. It made him jump back and he saw Kitty holding a soda to him, she chuckled and handed it to him. "Uh, thanks, Kitty. You didn't have to. You needed it more than I did." He fumbled with his shirt. She set the can down and pushed his hands away; he looked down and saw her fixing his shirt. As soon as he took another breath, she was done.

"I insist you take it before I have to shove it down your throat." Kitty said with a sarcastic look. Piotr just laughed.

"You wouldn't dare!" Piotr's eyes widened as she took the can in her hand and started to shake it. He ran out of the room and Kitty had her hands on the top, running after him. He ran out to the lawn and Kitty phased under ground. She quickly reappeared in front of Piotr and turned solid, knocking him down. He hit the grass with a big thud and looked at Kitty shaking the can and opening it; he could taste the sweet drink, but also felt the coldness of it since it did come fresh from the fridge.

"Kitty, stop it!" Piotr laughed. She just sprayed the can all over him until it was empty.

"Come on! Take it like a man!" Kitty laughed mockingly. He got up and embraced her. "PIOTR! NO! I'm dry! I don't want to get wet! Get off me!"

Logan came out and unsheathed his claws aiming them at Piotr's neck.

"Hands away from the kitten, bub!" Logan growled. Piotr let go of Kitty and was shaking in fear. Logan grinned and retracted the claws.

"Piotr. I want you to report to the Medical Lab to see what is canceling your mutation." The professor gave Piotr the message telepathically.

"Mr. McCoy?" Kitty hollered into his office.

"Kitty, do come in, your next assignment is on the desk; the patient is in the third room." Hank was brushing his blue fur.

"Ok thanks Mr. McCoy. I'll see you later." Kitty picked up the file and ran toward the elevator.

Piotr tried one last time. He tried with all his might, but it just gave him a slight headache. Why was his mutation not working? He tried again, and again. The same result. He stripped down to his boxers and lay on the extremely cold, metal examination table. Trying once more to transform, he finally gave up after feeling light headed. He could hear fast footsteps in the hall before the electronic door opened to find…

"OH MY GOD!"

Sorry for the wait. I had tons of things to do. Thank you all for reviewing and please continue to read; it will get better. Thanks again. JUST A REMINDER. This is the first story in a series that I am writing, about three to four stories, tied into each other. So do enjoy!

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