AN: AP classes are death. Anyways yeah...sorry. Also realized we named some OC in here David...oh irony. Uh bunch of OOC's on my part probably...sorry. i really need to work on my Charles. LET'S JUST PASS IT OFF AS HORMONES M'KAY? Lots of drama and shit. I swear this story is more cracky than serious. Yeah can't think...Enjoy.

Charles was fixing his hair on they day the men were supposed to come fix the new window. He glanced at the time on his watch and made his way downstairs. The telepath made everyone promise to avoid the workers at all costs - especially Alex, Sean and Erik. The boys would most likely break things and Charles didn't want the workers getting scared enough to leave if his boyfriend decided to poke some fun at them. He rubbed at his eyes and walked downstairs, passing Angel who was reading a magazine on the couch. Raven was next to her watching the TV, and Darwin on the chair next to them.

He peaked in the kitchen finding Banshee sitting on the counter eating ice cream with Havok standing next to them as they chatted. Erik was reading the paper and Charles figured that Janos was with Azazel in his room since the other man couldn't really be out around the workers. He didn't have to check where Hank was, but he did sent a mental note to Raven to go see how he was doing later.

Charles looked out the window when the trucks pulled up and he gave a sigh, continuing outside. The telepath shook hands with who seemed to be in charge of the group and pulled them around the side of the house. He pointed out the window and thankfully they did not ask for an explanation as to how it happened. Charles guided them to the room and they set to work pretty quickly. He stayed close by to make sure no one else tried to disturb them.

Sean finished his bowl of ice cream downstairs and tossed it in the sink, "So... What are we supposed to do now?"

"Act like we're normal human beings and stay downstairs," Alex stated, rolling his eyes.

The ginger rubbed his head, "Sounds boring."

"That's the point," Havok sighed.

"Fun."

Erik glanced up over his newspaper at the boys and smiled.

"You two don't have to act normal for long, it won't be so bad. Just do behave, I don't know if Charles is going to be able to deal with it if there are any disasters today."

Erik paused, trying to think of things that he could use to keep the boys distracted until the workers left. Because he was sure that they would need a distraction, otherwise they would get bored, and then one thing would lead to another and they could be dealing with anything from needing another window replaced to having to have Charles mind wipe the poor workers. And Erik wanted to prevent that at all costs. He was willing to bet that with Charles' hormones starting to rage and what he had to do to Moria, that would not be good for Charles' mental state.

Well, alcohol was not something he was going to try and pull after Charles' threat in the parking lot. Anyways, that would most likely only encourage them to do something stupid. What to do…

"Hey, boys. We're going to play to a game." Erik said suddenly, remembering a trick that his mother used to use on him when he was a boy, and figuring that it was worth a shot, "It's a game that's very hard to win, and you're going to have to concentrate really hard to win it. It's called the quiet game. Everyone has to stay absolutely silent, and the winner is the one who breaks last. Think you're up it?"

"Oh, I know that game!" Sean said excitedly, unlike Alex who wore an irritated expression.

"Why am I not surprised, Banshee? And I am not playing a game made to keep five years quiet so that their parents can have a little bit of peace," he snapped.

Sean pouted, "But Alex, it's fun!"

"Says the boy who is amused by paper clips," he said dryly.

"Not cool, you're just being stubborn because you can't win," Sean pouted.

Alex glared back, "I could beat both of you easily!"

"Then try it!"

"Fine!" he shouted back.

Sean gave an amused grin, waiting for Alex to get annoyed and give up. He kicked his legs back and forth, hitting the cupboards before Havok held them still. Erik continued with his newspaper, wondering how long this would last. Upstairs, Charles leaned against the door frame looking at the progress they made. He was trying to guess how long it would take before the workers would be leaving. The telepath yawned and shifted, trying to ignore the glances from the men.

"You don't have to stay, Mr. Xavier, we can handle it," the man, George Thompson, Charles thinks, told. him.

He shook his head, "I know you can, but I'm just making sure my children don't bug you."

"Ah, boys, I know what you mean my son is pretty rambunctious," he smiled.

Charles nodded, chuckling, George had no idea how 'rambunctious' his boys were, and hopefully he wouldn't have to find out. Back downstairs, after listening to Sean tap against the counter and the faint TV buzz in the background Alex slumped down to floor.

"Fuck both of you, this is boring! If we have to play some lame over-used game at least do something like truth or dare."

Erik laughed. "I knew you wouldn't last long. Sean, you are officially the champion of the quiet game.

"I am the champion!" Sean hollered throwing is hands up, breaking a few glasses with his voice.

He grinned sheepishly, "Opps?"

Charles jumped startled, Sean what was that about?

Uh sorry just got a little excited. I beat Erik and Alex at the quiet game! He thought happily.

Charles noticed the men's confused looks and shook his head, "Just the kids, don't worry."

Quiet game? he asked for clarification

You know...where you got stay silent and the last person to speak wins, Banshee thought.

Alright, well keep you victory calls to a minimum and preferably a lot less destructive to my house.

"And alright, truth or dare it is then. Raven, Armando, Angel, come here, we need more than three people."

Armando and Raven got up and walked over without complaint. They were pretty bored and this would be nice distraction, however stupid it was. Angel really wanted to just shout 'fuck you' and go back to her room, but with a sigh she got up and took a seat.

"Truth or dare? Are we going to have a pillow fight afterwards?" She asked, snorting.

"We'll see." Erik said. "Now, Alex, since you lost the quiet game and Sean won, you have to go first and Sean decides what you have to do."

"Alex!" Sean clapped his hands together. "Truth or dare?"

Havok shot a look at Erik, he didn't really want to play this dumb game he was trying to make a point but obviously the older man wanted to pretend that this was a teenage girl sleepover, "I don't care, dare I guess."

"Okay," Sean tried to think of something.

"Let's get a move on, Princess," Havok said boredly.

Sean glared, "I'm working on it! You know, whatever."

Alex raised an eyebrow when he went to freezer, saying, "Close your eyes."

"Why?"

Sean huffed, "Just do it, dude."

"Fine, fine." Alex mumbled, shutting them.

Banshee tugged him up to stand, and proceeded to put the entire tray of ice down his pants, "Holy mother of shit!"

Alex screamed and jumped away, glaring at him, "What the hell?"

"Go ahead and sit down Alex, it's your turn to pick someone." he replied with a straight face.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck this is cold, he thought sitting awkwardly, "Raven, truth or dare?"

Raven managed to stop laughing at the look of sheer shock on Alex's face long enough to choke out "Dare."

"I dare you to go down in the lab and kiss the bozo," he sneered at her. "Oh, and you can't let him know it's a dare either! Just kiss him and leave."

There was a general uproar at this.

That got Raven to stop laughing. She glared at him, slowly getting up from her chair and heading downstairs.

"Someone needs to go with her to make sure she really does it." Erik commented, he was enjoying himself. Everyone immediately got up and followed her at a distance. "Okay then," he said, and got up to follow.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs Raven shooed the others further up it so Hank wouldn't see or hear them. She had... Mixed feelings about this after what had happened between them. After they had gotten home from Cuba Hank had apologized and told her that he was wrong about being different, and she had told him that it was okay, but nothing had happened since then, not even an almost-kiss-with-last-second-Erik-cockblocking. But Erik wasn't going to be jumping out of the woodwork this time, she was going to have to do this. And she could do this. Just go up, kiss him, then dash back up the stairs.

"Hey, Hank." She said, trying to make her voice sound appealing, though she wasn't sure if she was succeeding, stopping just behind Hank where he was hunched over an extremely dull-looking textbook.

Hank turned around in his chair, "Oh, hello, Raven, what- Mmph!"

As soon as he turned around Raven leaned over, grabbed his chin, and pressed her lips to his. She heard giggles from upstairs.

"See you later!" She yelled, then bolted across the lab and up the stairs, punching Alex hard on the arm on her way up.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you!" She hissed.

Hank, in the meantime, was thunderstruck, he didn't move, just sat there trying to process what had just happened. He had no idea what had provoked that, but he was grateful. Very slowly, he blinked and felt a dumb grin spread across his face. His hand went up to touch his lips. He turned around to face his book, but the numbers and scientific terms that had seemed to fascinating to him a moment before couldn't hold his interest. He really wanted to go upstairs and find Raven, but if for whatever reason the workers decided to come downstairs they'd get the shock of their lives.

Once they were all back upstairs, Raven looked around the room.

"Darwin. Truth or dare?" She said, smiling.

"Uhhhhh. Truth?" He said hesitantly. He didn't want to pick dare and wind up having to do something really crazy. Because then his body might do some weird adaptation thing and that wouldn't end well.

"You used to be a taxi driver, right?" Raven asked.

"Yes. And that counts as the question."

"No, it doesn't!" Raven shouted. "The question is, who's the weirdest person you've ever drove?"

Armando immediately looked at Erik. "Him and Charles. No one else even comes close."

Everyone laughed at that.

"I probably should have figured." Raven muttered. She wasn't too good at coming up with questions.

"Okay." Darwin looked around at everyone. Well, Angel was actually here, and she generally avoided everyone else, so it would probably be a good idea to include her. "Angel."

Angel was slightly surprised that someone had bothered to pick her, and she had mostly just come to spectate. But she supposed she could participate.

"Truth."

"Okay… If you could swap mutations with anyone in the room, who would it be and why?"

Angel blinked. She was expecting a typical dumb guy response such as 'would you make out/have sex with me?'.

"Um. Sean, I suppose. That way I could still fly." Angel really did like having her wings. "And now, I choose Erik." She said, grinning mischievously.

"…Dare." Erik said reluctantly. He felt like he was signing his own death warrant by saying that, seeing as he knew Angel was none too pleased with him at the moment. But he didn't want to pick truth and sound like a coward. Besides, what was the worst thing Angel could possibly come up with?

Angel's mischievous smile grew into a full blown evil grin.

"I dare you to go streak outside, in full view of the window the guys are fixing."

Okay. So that was pretty bad. Erik laughed. The whole point of this was not to traumatize the humans… Obviously that wasn't going to happen.

"Charles is going to kill me. Let's do this." He jumped up from his seat and threw off his shirt, surprisingly enough not a turtleneck today, across the room. Everyone gathered at the door, snickering, slightly surprised Erik was actually going through with this.

Erik took off his pants, and most of the kids looked away.

"Completely nude?" Erik asked Angel.

"Completely nude. And you have to wave your arms around and shout." She said, still smiling.

"Alright then." Erik hid any sign of embarrassment, and stepped out of his boxers. Mentally bracing himself for this, and for the hell he knew he was going to get from Charles later, he stepped outside and took a deep breath. He sprinted across the yard, flapping his arms.

"Everyone look at me!" He screamed. "I'm a bird!"

That's when all work came to a complete halt. Right now, Charles wished you could die from embarrassment and not just feel like you're going too. For a moment they just all gawked and the telepath hid his face with his hands. That was until one of them gasped out something that made him panic even more.

"Hey that's the guy we saw running out of the back room! The one who crashed the tractor by impersonating an employee!" he snarled.

Charles backed up when a few turn to glare at him, Erik Erik Erik - you get in the god damn house this instant and put your clothes back on!

"Mr. Xavier, do you know that man?" Thompson asked him quietly.

He took a deep breath, "No, no, not that all! I've never seen him in my live, I'm afraid I don't know who he is."

"So you usually have grown men running naked in your yard?" he asked with amusement.

Charles twitched, "This would be the first one, my friend."

Silently adding to himself, the only time he does that is my bedroom - or at least it's supposed to be the only time.

He quietly erased the memory of the men and went outside to yell at his boyfriend. That was until he noticed one of the workers must of escaped and was already doing that for him.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" he shouted, Charles catching a thought that his name was David. "Oh I know what you're doing, sabotaging our supplies and then luring us here with some fake window project!"

Charles wanted to point out that the window was in fact broken, therefore it couldn't be fake, but this wasn't the time to do so.

"Listen, David-"

"How the hell do you know my name!" he snarled.

Charles tried to cover it up, "I heard someone else use it, but listen please! It was just an accident I assure we meant nothing by it, and right now I think my friend here is just a little... Drunk."

David seemed to debate on this, and Charles relaxed right before he was punched in the face that is.

"Don't give me bullshit!" he yelled as Charles held onto his nose, which now happened to be broken and gushing blood.

He blinked rapidly, trying not to focus on the pain and more what was happening in front of him.

Streaking across the yard had been fun at first, watching the looks their faces. But when the man came running up to Erik and recognized him as the one from the hardware store, all of the humor had been sucked out of the situation. The nudity had been something silly, something that, as Charles had said, could easily be waved away with an explanation of alcohol.

But this man- David, Charles had called him- obviously could not handle a joke. Erik felt anger prick up inside him when the man started to yell at Charles, who was trying to defend him.

Then David punched Charles, and Erik saw red on Charles' face. And then it seemed that red was all that he could see. He was furious, and the only thing that he brain seemed to be able to process was that David had hurt Charles. Then man had the nerve yell at Charles again after that. This man thought that he could come in here, and get away with hurting the person who meant the most to Erik.

Moving without thinking about what he was doing, Erik instinctively punched the man back, hard, and was suddenly grateful for that training with Riptide, he wanted it to hurt David as much as he could possibly make it.

"Do. Not. Touch. Him." Erik snarled at him, grabbing his shirt roughly and yanking him forward to get him off balance before suddenly shoving him to the ground.

He held out his and a piece of metal from the window flew out of the frame and hit the man over the head harshly. It then went for the rest of his body, smashing against his legs and arms.

David, terrified and confused, scrambled to his feet ran away from the piece of metal that was moving through the air on its own and attacking him.

Once the man was out of his sight Erik's mind cleared a bit, and it occurred to him that he really should not have used his mutation… The man knew about it now, and Charles would have to wipe his memory and fuck that was exactly what he had been trying to prevent with that dumb game. And to top it all off, Charles' nose looked broken and was bleeding badly.

Erik dropped the piece of metal, which fell to the ground with a dull thunk. He grabbed onto Charles, running his hand over Charles' face.

"Charles! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Erik asked franticly.

He was feeling way to many things at once, in fact Charles was also feeling what everyone else did as they panickedly broadcasted it. David's fear for his life clawed at him, which seemed to enhance his own. He should be mad at Erik, he should be angry at Angel, and he should be mad that man for causing this whole mess. Charles needed to feel scared for might come if David got away, and he needed to catch the man before anything went wrong. The telepath also needed to get some clothing on Erik and come up with some lie to the workers as to why their one employee left. There was also the problem of his nose, and Erik would was trying to see if he was alright. Charles felt everything but alright. He sucked in air, and pulled away.

"I'm fine, really- I'm fine." he tried to insist and changed the subject afterwards. "Clothing Erik, you need to get some clothing on. Then we need to find David before... And the kids are all wondering what's going on."

Charles tried to ignore how the hand around his nose was shaking, "They're going to notice he's gone too... Someone is bound too. Oh god Erik, what the hell?"

"Why were you even dressed as an emp-" and it hit him. "You-Your the one who scared the boys!"

He groaned pulling at his hair, "Inside. Clothing. Now. We... No I... I need to think what to do."

Charles tried to ignore the frantic different voices calling to his mind all saying, 'sgoingonWhat'sgoingon?

Will everyone shut up! He broadcasted loudly as he could to he children.

The silence came quickly and Charles slumped down on the porch steps. Erik needed to get dressed, Charles needed to find David and wipe his memory. Erik was in serious trouble, they we all in trouble. Hell, Erik needed to bring him back up to their room and hold him because Charles was sure he was losing his mind to chaos and hormones. He weighed his options and sighed.

Darwin, please go upstairs and supervise- no one is to come in that room but the workers.

He staggered to his feet, ignoring the blood that most likely covered parts of his face and dripped on to the grass below him. Charles was pretty sure by how David punched, that not only was his nose broken. but the top part of his mouth was going to be bruised. The next decision was between smarts and emotions, he was too tired to pick anything but emotions.

Erik, once you get your clothes back on we need to go find David, he thought weakly.

Darwin immediately started herding everyone upstairs, which wasn't too difficult of a task. Everyone was pretty dumbstruck by Charles snapping at them like that, and they wanted to do whatever he needed them to do.

AN: Drama drama blah blah... Please review! c: