A/N: Back again! Will be again soon.

Pairings: Ororo/Logan, Remy/OC , Rogue/Bobby, Scott/Jean

Ages: Ororo, Jean, OC, Bobby, Rogue 16 , Logan, Scott, Remy, Kurt 17

Teenage Mutants

Gambit stood outside outside, lighting a cigarette and listening to the birds chirp. This was his favorite time to be outside, just as the sun rose. He exhaled, making smoke tings in the air before the sliding of the glass doors of the mansion caught his attention.

"Ah." Remy piped up, his day even brighter with the arrival of the guest. "Mornin', Speedy!"

Quicksilver shot his eyes at him, wanting nothing more than to strangle him. "How'd ya sleep mon ami?"

"Gloat while you can, Remy." Pietro exhaled. "And enjoy it, too. You'll be eating all those words soon enough."

"Will I, now?" Remy almost laughed. "An' why's day, Mr. Maxipad?"

"Theresa is a young girl, Lebeau. And she still has an immaturity about her."

"Mm." The Cajun responded, stomping out the cigarette and turning to face Quicksilver. "So she don' know a good man when she see one, yes?" Pietro chuckled.

"You're smarter than you look, Remy."

"Don' let this accent fool you, boy." He warned.

"That's beside the point."

"Yeah? Then hop to it, you borin' me."

"Well to cut to it, when you screw this up, she'll realize you're wrong for her. And I know you'll screw it up. Because I'll be watching you." Gambit scoffed, watching Quicksilver return inside.

"You have fun wit dat, Speedy."

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"Left, Kurt, left! Where are you going?" Bobby Drake asked, seeing Kurt's soldier separate from the rest of the platoon on the giant TV. screen.

"I did turn left!"

"No you didn't, look at the map."

"Again Bobby, zhere's no point in me looking at zhe map because I can't tell which dot iz me or you?" Kurt's voice escalated into a yell. "I truly don't know why I keep lettink you drag me into playing zhis game."

"Ugh. Hold on, stay there, I'll come get you." Bobby complained. The Nightcrawler lowered his GameStation controller, waiting for Bobby to lead him in the right direction, but was distracted by the cracking of pool balls being hit. He looked up, and his mouth fell open almost instantly seeing Myra leaning over the pool table, wearing a small black jacket that showed the most tempting midriff, and an even smaller skirt.

"Alright come on." Bobby said as he finally discovered Kurt's soldier. The blue mutant was barely able to tear his eyes away, but managed to, somehow, and followed Bobby's soldier to the correct area.

"Okay, ready? There's gonna be alotta people shootin' at us so you might wanna switch to grenade launcher." He added. His warning fell upon deaf ear, however, as Kurt was again, staring at Myra. He jumped when his controller vibrated suddenly.

"Shoot back, man!" Kurt did as he was told but it wasn't long before his gaze drifted back to Myra yet again. This time she saw him, and locked eyes with him before sinking another ball. She smirked and blew the tip of the pool stick.

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Jean stood down the hall, leaning to see how she was doing. Myra had come to her the night before, begging for advice on how to get the Nightcrawler's attention.

"Nothing I do is working!" She vented to a highly amused Jean. "I've tried ignoring him like Theresa, I've tried being mean like Storm, I've tried competing, and you saw how much that worked!"

"Well, I see what your problem is!" The redhead laughed. "Remy's a flirty chaser, so ignoring him makes him try harder. Logan's a hardass, so he thinks it's hot to see a girl handle him and be just as forceful… That whole competing thing, God knows why you tried that."

"Yeah, I get it, Jean! Can you help me or not?" Myra begged.

"Oh yeah." Jean scoffed. "Totally."

'How's it going?' She asked, speaking to Myra through her telepathic abilities.

'Seems like it's working. But was this outfit really necessary?'

'Only for a little while. It's just to get his attention' Jean answered. 'Okay call him over.'

'How?'

'Do the finger thing!'

'Oh!' Myra collected herself and curled her finger, beckoning Kurt over to her. The blue one wasted no time dropped to GameStation controller and making his way over to the pool table.

"Kurt what are you doing!" Bobby yelled, completely unheard by Kurt.

'Ask him to play,' Jean added, 'sexily.'

"Wanna join me?" She asked innocently.

'Perfect!' Jean squealed. 'I think you got it from here, girl.'

'Thanks, I'll tell you about it later'

Kurt looked down at the table, grabbing the 8-ball and looking back up at her.

"Pool iz not exactly my game." He grinned.

"Damn it, Kurt, you're dying!"

"It will be." She answered. The Nightcrawler perked up at this remark as she racked up the balls.

"No! No!" Bobby yelled again.

"Here." She said, circling the table and stopping extremely close to the elf. "I'll let you break." He looked down at the intense lack of space between them.

"Wunderbar." He replied. He took the stick and she backed away, circling back around the table.

"Aaah! Arrgh Damn it!" The Iceman shouted, watching his soldier slump over dead. Kurt set up the stick, aiming intently at the cue-ball. He looked up when suddenly ice overtook the entire table. An extremely furious Bobby Drake glared at Kurt with daggers for eyes. He snatched the stick from him and threw it back at Myra.

"Hey, hot pants." He said as she caught it. She looked up at him, completely in shock. "Exit."

"And you," He said, pointing at Kurt. "You're lucky I had time to save the game before I stepped on that mine. Get your blue ass back there; we're two levels away from beating this game."

The two stood in silence, not entirely sure of what to do, but seeing his eyes widen, they did what they were told. Myra still was confused to no end as she exited the rec-room. She did not even see Rogue in the doorway before crashing into her.

"Oh, sorry. I'm sorry." Myra said,

"It's okay. Hey is Bobby in there?" She asked, peeking into the room. "Oh. Never mind." She said, seeing him, and sounding more than a little annoyed.

"Wait, didn't you want to talk to him?" She called after Marie as she walked away.

"And interrupt his video game? No thank you ma'am!" She laughed

"Huh…" Myra shrugged it off. She sighed, having her and Jean's plan fall apart completely. At least she had time to think, she figured, on how to get him later.

About an Hour Later…

"Yes!" Bobby yelled, slamming the controller down. "Finally!"

Kurt stared at Bobby as he danced around in celebration.

"So I figure ve have completed zhe game?" Bobby crashed down next to him, sighing.

"Yes, we have my man. Yes we have."

"Good. Can I leave now?"

"Hey, what's the hurry?"

"I need to see someone."

"Who, you mean Hot Pants?" Bobby laughed.

"Excuse me?"

"Look, Kurt." The blonde sighed, turning to the Nightcrawler. "You're going about this thing the wrong way."

"I have no clue what you are talking about." Kurt snapped.

"You can play this game if you want, man, but I am not gonna let you go and embarrass yourself. I know you're tryin' to go find that chick."

"No, I am not."

"Okay, Kurt. You're not. But let me ask you a few before you do anything: Do you like her?"

"I don't know. I—maybe." Kurt said, after thinking it over.

"Mmhmm. Have ya nailed her?" Kurt's eyes widened and he began to blush terribly.

"Okay, that's a 'no'." Bobby chuckled.

"But you want to, right?"

"I don't vant to speak of zhis." Kurt stammered, beginning to push himself up from the floor.

"Hey, hey wait!" The blonde tugged the Nightcrawler back to the floor. "Just let me make my point."

"If you believe zhere is vun, go ahead." Kurt said defeatedly.

"In all the time you've known this chick, have you ever seen her act like that? Or dress like that?"

"Noo…" Kurt drawled, "Never."

"And you don't find that the slightest bit odd?" The elf thought on this for a while. Bobby had an excellent.

"I think I can help you out with this one." The younger mutant smiled.

"Thank you, Bobby, but I zhink I'd razhah go to Victor." Kurt said, pushing himself off the floor and exiting the rec-room.

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Storm giggled loudly as she stumbled once again.

"Shh, keep it down babe before you wake up the runt." Victor grunted, opting to carry her rather than let her continue to fall down the stairs.

"Ooh, strong boy!" She squealed. Sabretooth rolled his eyes.

"You're so sexy, Logan."

"Yeah well you can keep it in your pants, Sparky, cause I'm not Logan."

"Well that's good; cause if you were you'd be an ass." She slurred. "That's what I like about you, Victor. You're just like Logan 'cept without the… Loganess, you know? Like…"

Victor tuned her out as he made his way down the halls and let her down when they arrived to her and 'Reese's room.

"…I mean he's like a banana, right? With the peel and everything! No one wants to eat all that bullshit! But not you, Victor." She continued as he opened the door and laid her onto her bed.

"I don't think I've ever been called an unpeeled banana," the blonde chuckled as he slipped off her shoes. "Thank you, darlin'." Now you should get to sleep, you're gonna have a hangover from hell later." He said before closing the door behind him softly.

"What were you doing in there?" he turned to see an extremely suspicious Theresa wrapped in a towel. He smirked.

"Glad I found, you, Theresa."

"And why's that?"

"Look, I just brought Storm back—"

"Where did you take her?"

"That ain't the point, missy."

"Oh, well in that case," She huffed, brushing past him and slamming the door behind her. Sabretooth stared at the door, completely stupefied, but decided to just forget it and shower before retiring for the afternoon.

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Jean made her way into the kitchen and yawned, not even seeing Scott sitting there as she rummaged through the refrigerator for some much needed orange juice.

"Hey sweetheart, good morning." Jean closed her eyes.

"I didn't know you were in here." She whined. Scott looked up, confusedly.

"Is that a problem?" Jean reluctantly turned to face him, running her fingers through her hair.

"I look terrible," Scott chuckled as she closed the fridge.

"Don't be ridiculous, you're the most gorgeous thing I ever laid eyes on."

"Liar." Jean muttered.

"Come sit with me." Jean smiled, sauntering over to him, and letting him pull her into his lap. She leaned in to peck him on the lips when Remy came in through the sliding glass doors.

"Good Mornin' you two!" he cheered. Scott tilted his head toward the exit and Remy gladly took the hind. "Remy'll leave ya now. He got his own conjugal visit to make." Gambit laughed, leaving the two to their romance.

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Theresa peeked into Logan's and Remy's room, but was quietly disappointed when she found it empty.

"Lookin' fer Gumbo?" 'Reese jumped hearing Logan's gruff voice.

"No," She answered quickly, "You." The Wolverine's eyebrows arched.

"I'm takin' darlin'." Theresa eyed him disgustedly.

"Anyway," She said, "Come on." She snatched him by the arm and led him down the hall. "We got job huntin' to do."