Mizuki: Chapter three up and running!
Logan: This is chapter four.
Mizuki: I DON'T CARE! I SAY IT'S THREE!!!!!!!!
Logan: T^T She's scary today.
Wittny: Nope, she's just hyper from the 7-up that she's drinking. It'll get worse as she writes. I speak from experience.
Mizuki: SSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAA! I LIKE SODA!
Rouge: (raises eyebrow questionably) Is she gonna be OK?
Wittny: She going to have a soda hang-over when this is over, but, other than that, she'll be fine.
Logan: There is no way she could ever own X-men or Twilight.
Mizuki: WWWWHHHHHAAAAAAA! THEY WON'T LET ME!
Everyone: NICE GOING LOGAN!
Logan: Sorry.

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Random person who has to much time on their hands for their own good's POV

Wittny was not happy, and you didn't have to read her mind to know it. She wanted to keep her friends safe, but the last thing she wanted to do was have to go back to that horrid town. Horrid. Dear God, she was becoming BRITISH! Still, that's where they were headed, and she'd just have to deal with it.
She had to give props to the kiddos though, they were smart. They were able to point out the fact that the bus would give them away. They then had Tommy make it look like a regular Preas (That's the tiny little car that can double as a lunch-box) but inside was big enough to be a house, with a room for everyone. They knew that they couldn't stay on it because, if they did, then they would never be able to eat a home-cooked meal, due to the lack of a kitchen. Tommy was too tiered to make one, saying that they could survive on McDonalds until they got there. This, of course, earned him a wallop on the head.
Wittny was, constantly, looking into Rouge's mind to see what was happening. The house/car was so big, that they had actually managed to lose Bobby in it. Of course the search party had long since given up. She was now sitting next to Logan on her bed/hammock in the room that she and Wittny shared. Eventually, she decided to intervene when she felt the need to.

( in the room that Wittny and Rouge share.)

Rouge sat next to Logan as the two discussed what to do. OK, they were betting on how long Wittny could have to stay in the Cullen house without breaking any of the infamous Edward's things. Eventually, they sobered up from their jokes of the house no longer standing after she sees one of the pictures there. "So," Logan said after an uncomfortable silence between the two, "You and Ice-Cube, huh."
Rouge looked astounded, "Who in God's name told you that?!" The look of shock on her face astounded him. Could Wittny have been right? Could Rouge have truly wanted to be with him?
"Well," he said, "Let's see, Ice-Cube may have mentioned it once or twice, and then there's the fact that you two are always holdin' hands. It's only the natural guess." Logan shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care so that she couldn't see the pain that he truly felt while talking of the mere idea of her being with anyone else.
"Let me get this strait," Rouge said , looking Logan in the eye, "You've been avoiding me this whole time, rarely even looking me in the eye, because you believed some stupid rumor that Bobby and I were dating!"
She waited for him to answer, and when he finally did, his, "Yes," was answered with, "Well you're wrong."
He looked at her in amazement; she couldn't have said what he thought she just said. That was impossible. But he couldn't stop himself from asking, "What?"
She rolled her eyes as if he were missing the big picture, "I said," she repeated, " 'You're wrong.' And you are. There's someone else I've got my eye on. Someone I've known longer than Bobby." Please she thought, Please let him take the hint.
Apparently, he was as stupid when it came to love and Wittny was twitchy when it came to the name Edward, 'cause he felt the need to ask, "Who?" How was she to know that he, too, was mentally panicking.
She rolled her eyes at him and smiled as she said, "You."
The world went still as she said that one word, as she admitted that one thing that made everyone happy. Well, everyone except the guy who'd been tied up and locked into the closet by Logan's sister in an attempt to get the two together. Rouge looked deep into Logan's eyes as he leaned his face towards her. When his lips met hers, they closed.
Rouge was in bliss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. How, she wondered, could anyone be so perfect at kissing? She would have to ask Wildcat about it later. She felt Logan's tongue lightly brush her lip, asking for entrance. She gasped, having done this only once before, and fell into ecstasy as he explored her mouth.
The two broke the kiss, in deep need of air, and panted for a good time. Once they were finished, however, they simply cuddled. When Wittny, used the invisibility that she had copied off of another mutant, she smiled at her success. The two had fallen asleep in each other's arms. Silently, she walked over to the closet.
There, amongst the clothes and shoes that she and Rouge had thrown inside, laid Bobby. He was tied up, gagged, and angry. Wittny read his mind and smiled. The thought of her brother, who showed weakness in front of no one, being so unsure of himself and afraid of rejection was almost scary. Wittny picked Bobby up, carried him to his room, and laid him on his bed. She then worked to erase the memories of the past events. Once she was finished, she began to untie the unconscious Bobby. As she de-gagged him, she heard the professor say from behind her, "How many times are you going to play in that poor boy's mind?"
She looked to him, unable to hide her grin, and said, "There's no need to now. Logan and Rouge are together, there's nothing he can do to get in the way any more, so I've no reason to read or control his mind any more." She went on as the two of them walked down the hallway. "And I haven't been playing. I've merely been using his mind to play match-maker. There's a difference. Playing is fun. Whereas running around in his mind while trying to avoid his dilutions about he and Rouge is frightening and tiring."
"You've been opening and closing his mind as if it were some sort of box," the professor accused. She shrugged, not wanting to admit her guilt. "I'm surprised he's not in a coma, and how do you know that he won't ruin Rouge and Logan's relation ship, or that they won't ruin it themselves? They're as different as Magneto and I."
Wittny rolled her eyes at the judgment. "You," she said, as they moved into the front room so they wouldn't disturb the sleepers in the back. The car was on auto-pilot, so there was no need for anyone to stay up. "aren't looking at them close enough. Both Logan and Rouge know how being a mutant can be both an asset and a curse. They both have a habit of hiding their hearts from people, they're both good with kids, and they both have a burning hatred of Magneto." The professor smiled as she chalked up the similarities that he had over looked. "And," she went on, "You and Magneto aren't that different either." She didn't need to look at him to know he had a look of pure doubt on his face. Sighing, she decided to explain her, seemingly, twisted logic. "You both believe you're doing the right things for a noble cause, you're both masters at getting people to join said causes, you both want the safety of all mutants, and you're both willing to give yourselves to your causes. I'm not saying that what Magneto is doing is right, but I'm not saying that it's wrong either. His heart's in the right place, but his brain's gotta wake up a little. He's just letting his past fuel his imagination, there-by causing him to panic. If we could cure him of his fear of being decremented against, then he would join our cause. He's been through so much that he just has a fear of authority figures."
She sat down then, wondering where all this logic came from. Four years ago she would've thought that there was no one more different than the professor and Magneto. When wondering where it came from, she regretted asking, for the answer she came up with was none other than one name: Edward. She rubbed her temples. She had half a mind to search for him using her powers, but didn't. If she did, she'd go and look for him, and he wouldn't accept Wittny or Wildcat. He loved Bella, not her.
The professor patted her on the back, knowing that she was about to throw herself out of the nearby door and see whether or not she could survive being run over by several cars. She would, probably, spend the whole time at the Cullen house sleeping in the car/house/bus.
She sensed his worry and came down from the high that was Bella's memories. "Go to bed," she told him, not wanting him to lose the chance to dream of the paradise that he so often spoke of just because she was walking on a tight-rope when it came to her emotions. "I'll stay up and watch for anyone worry-worthy." He hesitated to fallow her commands, worried that she would break down once he was too far to hear her sobs, but left when he saw her reassuring smile. Even he feel victim to the mask that she would create to hide the crying girl inside of her.

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Mizuki: Done!
Logan: You had to stop half-way
Wittny: Once the hyperness of two Seven-Up's wore off, you crashed.
Mizuki: Oh shut up and leave me alone.
Rouge: R&R
Mizuki: If you don't, I'll bring in my Kanata and SUGAR!
Everyone: NOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!
Mizuki: No other chapter until I either get five reviews, or until I finish it. It might take a while, I'm going on a cruise soon.