AN: Not much to say today, guys. Nothing important happened except another great episode of House. Fatal stabbing and the Aussie is in the stretcher. Surprise! So now that I've spoiled that episode for you, let me go ahead and spoil the rest of the story for you. L*! F)&($ E^E%#O/E. If anyone deciphers that and tells me what it is, then I'm gonna kill you. So please let me know if you get it.

Disclaimer: My mom has decided that she owns the entire story. Who am I to say she's wrong? I'm not the lawyer Marvel is gonna hire to "borrow" all her money permanently.

Chapter 4

Almost Famous

"Really? You guys aren't gonna welcome me home from a day at school with warm cookies and milk? I swear that was in the brochure! Liars."

Luke was desperate. He hadn't ever seen a brochure for the institute, but he knew that anything would be better than this. Logan was a killer in the DR and looked like he was gonna be worse out in fresh air. And now he had Storm there too. What in the world had he done to make Xavier mad at him?

"You skipped 4th period and you want cookies? Kids these days." Storm stated with a mild bit of humor in her voice that was lost to everyone else at the time. Luke groaned before settling himself into a combat ready stance.

"I didn't skip! Teacher wasn't there. This is my 8th favorite shirt too and I don't want to ruin it. Are you sure we really have to do this?"

"How else are you going to use your developing powers, Luke? It was your career of choice before the institute. Your powers are obviously used to their full potential in combat, so we need to push you until you draw out the full extent of your abilities."

This was Charles speaking from the doorway, watching his new student with great curiosity. He could telepathically hear Luke shoot back a comment on how he got to pick the terms on the job. Chuckling a little at the young man's resentment of forced labor, Xavier thought to himself how to make the mutant more co-operative. He seemed pretty eager while still in his mid-morning haze.

Logan got tired of all the talking and growled, drawing the attention back to him. "You're gonna focus on repeating what you did earlier this morning. You can't use your pushes or pulls at all during this exercise. You ready?"

Before Luke could mutter a witty response, the man was in motion. Watching the man run forward absurdly fast for a person (Luke chalked it up to being very fit), the teen focused internally on what he felt from this morning. Drawing on his powers, tensing up, but not releasing them.

Treetops surrounding the Mansion Grounds

The young assassin mutant watched his target carefully from his concealed position, mildly curious as to what was going on. It seemed that his target and the other man were about to fight. This would be his time to strike. The young man fell feet first off of his branch, landing in a runner's crouch for a second, looking as if he was going to charge. The next second, he was hurtling through the air.

Luke felt his powers emerge from himself once more and settle along his body, resting heavily on his frame, almost to an unbearable point. He couldn't walk, let alone move enough to avoid Wolverine. But there had to be some way to use this, like he had earlier. The weight he had been feeling must've been passed over to Wolverine when they hit, before Luke had time to notice the weight himself.

So all he had to do was wait until Wolverine touched him, and then this would be over. At least, that was Luke's plans until he felt something bounce off of his head that sent his jaw into his chest quite uncomfortably.

The other Institute mutants stood in shock as a mysterious mutant appeared out of thin air to kick Luke in the back of the head hard. But despite how hard the kick seemed, it didn't appear to have hurt the victim badly.

Turning around to see an oh so familiar face and his struggle to stand upright, Luke nearly turned back around to run. 'Oh hell no. Not him. Anyone but him! Why?'

The mutant assailant just glared at Luke, before throwing himself into a double footed kick to his chest that sent Luke back a few steps. Jumping back to his feet and seeing Luke still standing, and not smeared on a wall drained some of the color out of the assassin's face. The attacker was taller than Luke by a few inches, somewhere over 6 foot, with an average mug and messy black hair on top. He was dressed in the same style he always wore; torn jeans, a worn t-shirt with a lightweight jacket over it, and the best athletic shoes money could buy.

"You learned some new tricks. Good. You're gonna to need 'em." His voice was an odd sound. It didn't suit his personality and despite what he said, he still sounded as if he was friendly. Luke glanced down at his feet and the ground between him and his attacker, staring at the trenches dug by his feet dragging. He must've been incredibly heavy to not have been splattered from Terrence's last attack.

"Terrence, I told you that I was sorry about Tampa. What's this all about? I'm sure we could settle this a less violent way. There's a burger place in town that puts chili on their burgers. I know that's your favorite."

"I'm allergic to chili powder, you asshole. And this isn't about you leaving me to die inside a boiler. This is about the hit that was put on your head that I'm collecting. So if you don't mind, I'm going back to work."

Before anything else could be done, Wolverine pounced, pinning a thrashing teen mutant to the ground. After securely pinning the limbs, Logan growled behind his mask and snarled out "What do you think you're doing attacking one of our students, huh? Who put a hit on him? Start talking before things get a lot worse for you, punk."

Terrence ignored the man on top of him as he snidely shot at Luke "You're taking lessons now, Lukey? I thought you had a little bit more faith in yourself than that. But if I were you, I'd take lessons to. I would hate to have another incident like back in the Briars."

"Shut the hell up! Don't bring that back up! Why won't anyone let that job die?"

"Funny you said the word die when all of those people were killed thanks to you. I guess even your own conscious doesn't want you to forget that."

Gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to curb stomp Terrence's head off, Luke warned Logan "Watch him. He's stronger than he looks and he's lethal."

A snort was his response. "This runt doesn't look that tough, kid. But you might want to start explaining what's going on here." Terrence laughed, before a look of seriousness crossed his face. Without a word, the hired mutant hocked a ball of spit right into Wolverine's face. The man instinctively was drawn back, giving Terrence a few inches to move. One was all he needed. With a quick buck of his waist, Wolverine was thrown off of him and Terrence was back in runner's position. A second later he was flying through the air in another kick, only for him to be caught by a strong wind that flung him back.

Landing flat footed, Terrence saw the woman standing at the side, eyes white as she concentrated her powers to repel him. Taking a few seconds to build his charge up, Terrence flashed forward at hard to see speeds, using short bursts that looked like footsteps. He got quicker with each step as the momentum built up, moving at speeds that were barely visible to the human eye. Luke crossed his arms over his chest in a guard just as he finally lost sight of Terrence. And he waited for the blow to come.

And he waited and he waited. 'Where did he go? Terrence may be able to move fast enough to were I can't see him, but he'd leave tracks behind from each step. There's no sign of him, so where could he be that wouldn't leave a trail?'

A shadow growing larger gave him his answer. Luke dove forward and out of the way just as the falling mutant landed with enough force to make a crater.

"Damn it, stay still! I swear, you are the most annoyingly weak mutant I've ever had to fight. You're not even using your powers! You're just trying to protect yourself."

Again, the voice did not tell the actual emotion the speaker felt. He still sounded friendly as he crouched from the landing, palm on the ground to balance. Wolverine tried to pounce the kid again, but just as he got close enough, Terrence shot forward and grabbed Luke by the waist in the tackle of a lifetime, sending both tumbling off in a roll towards the mansion doors.

'Luke, if you weigh him down with your powers, then I should be able to subdue him mentally. I could even make him forget about the contract. So focus while you've still got the chance to touch him.'

If not for wheezing in as much air as he could while grappling around with his old time enemy, Luke would've thanked the Professor profusely. But he was. In fact, he was wheezing so hard that when Terrence started throttling his neck, there wasn't any air to be squeezed out of him. It did make it a lot harder to focus on the newest aspect of his power while he was slowly losing consciousness, but the green-eyed teen knew he had to try.

Focusing as hard as he could while worming his fingers underneath his strangler's, Luke felt his power begin to build inside him. A flick of his finger would send Terrence flying, but the annoying killer wouldn't be hurt. It would just build up his powers even stronger. So Luke settled for pushing it into Terrence as much as he could. The weight slowly became noticeable, as the knee buried in his gut got heavier and heavier.

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.' Luke thought to himself as black spots began to appear on his vision. Just as the black finally did conquer his vision and he lost himself to unconsciousness, he saw Wolverine tackle Terrence off of him.

Med Bay - 3:03

Luke woke up with a startled gasp, choking as air came spilling back into his lungs, unlike what he last remembered. He jerked around to see the last face he wanted to see on earth slumbering peacefully beside him, snores rattling the walls as drool collected around the pillow Terrence's head was resting on.

Charles laid an hand on the teen's shoulder, settling him back down into the bed.

"You've got a very odd friend beside you, Luke. I've sifted through his mind a little and he was right. Someone had hired him to kill you. He never learned her name, but I suspect it was your last employer. Terrence no longer remembers his contract, so when he awakens, he'll have no reason to attack you."

"Except for the fact we've both tried to kill each other several times. There is always that kinda grudge to drive him."

"His anger should be rather subdued. I took care to make sure he wouldn't be a future threat to you or anyone else here. As for all of the references you two made outside, there must be a lot of history between you to. A rivalry of sorts. Could you please explain? I've only learned Terrence's half of the story."

"Terrence and me go back to when I first got into the odd job here and there. He had already started taking on work and was quick to decide he didn't want any punk kid popping up to take his work. He tried to 'dissuade' me from going any further than I had into jobs. I naturally refused and he picked a fight then and there. We destroyed most of the restaurant we met at and after he broke my face a couple times, I finally threw a garbage bin at him that trapped him inside without any room to build up his power. Terrence, from what I've learned, can compress his muscles to expel power exponentially stronger than normal. This requires him time to charge his powers up, as well as room to do so. Without that room, he's as weak as a normal person. Now after he had been stuck in a garbage bin for a while, the guy decided he hated my guts and that's how we've been ever since. Thankfully, he hasn't killed me yet."

Charles nodded, before explaining what he had gleamed from the unconscious assassin.

"He thinks of you as a rival and a perverted friendship. It's like a competition between the two of you to see who's the better. And being better is what Terrence really wants, not your head on a platter. As he sees it, you two are clashing forces that are roughly equivalent. He'll know he's stronger if he can beat you on even terms. None of your past experiences with him have been fair, according to him."

With the scratch of his nose and a sigh, Luke glared over at the unconscious body beside him and said "This guy has got to be the most annoying friend I've ever had. So now that I can make him weigh more than normal, he's probably gonna want me to help him with weight lifting. In fact, I could be the best weight lifter in the world right now. I'd just have to make everyone else weight weigh a couple ton more, then I could win. That'd be a great title for the ladies."

Charles seemed unperturbed by that last statement, before throwing his suspicion at the young man.

"I do believe that weighing someone down isn't the only thing this new aspect of your powers can do. Manipulating the weight of an object to be heavier is very useful indeed, but I think the opposite is within your grasp as well."

"If it is, then I'm gonna be the only person to moon walk while still on earth. Sweet."

Again, the statement did not bother the Professor as he began instructions immediately. Grabbing a pen out of his pocket and handing it to his now puzzled student, the man instructed from his chair "I want you to make this pen as weightless as possible, then add on as much weight as you can while still holding it. You are gonna do this for the rest of the week or until I'm satisfied with the results. And you're cleared to leave the med bay, if you want. Or you could stay here and wait for Terrence to come around."

Luke watched in befuddlement as the great telepath rolled out ff the room, before glancing down at his assignment, the pen. "A pen? This is the great assignment I've been given for practice? Oh well, if the guy can make me use part of my powers that I never knew I had in the first place in the first few days, then I'm gonna do what he says."

Glancing back over to his still snoring adversary, Luke got to work concentrating. Luke built up his powers, quicker now that he was used to building them instead of just channeling along his limbs, and thought about what to do from there. 'If pushing it into the pen weighs it down, maybe I should draw something out of it. But what? What I am I looking for to draw out?'

Forgoing the drawing out until he knew what he was looking for, Luke practiced pushing weight into the pen until it weighed 15 or so pounds. Straining to hold it from his flat position on the bed, Luke thought about what to do now. 'I know I can draw the weight back that I put in, but what about the weight that's already there?'

Drawing his power back into himself and letting it disperse, Luke kept drawing what he felt to be 'weight'. Slowly, the pen became lighter and lighter in Luke hand. So light, Luke thought it was lighter than what it was before he first started his assignment. Tossing it up in the air, Luke watched in fascination as it fell, going higher than it should've for a weak toss, and descended at a slower rate than it should've. Luke plucked it out of the air and stared at it in amazement, throwing it back into the air to make sure he wasn't crazy.

"Xavier, you're a genius! Man, I love this place."

Luke jubilant shout woke up the slumbering mutant, who stirred in his bed and pushed himself up, taking in the strange surroundings with a nervous look on his face.

"You're all right, dude. Calm down. Me and you got put in here for scrapping to hard out in the front yard. No hard feelings or nothing like that."

His stare when Terrence looked at him was unnerving. He looked ready to jump out of bed and stomp his head off then and there.

"Where is here? Why can't I remember how I got here and why were we fighting? What were you doing here in the first place?" That voice was still a friendly tone, but after so many experiences with it, Luke could hear the slight hitch of nervousness.

"Calm down. I'll answer any question you want to ask. You're at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters in Bayville, New York. You can't remember why you're here because you hit your head pretty hard outside. I guess you'll start to remember later or something. As why we were fighting, well, I don't know. I never know why we fight, but I know that you always start it. And I'm here as a student. Apparently, I've got more potential to grow than I thought."

The teen sat in silence, starring down at the sheets on his bed, deep in thought, before he rose his head back to ask "Where's the bathroom? I gotta piss like a racehorse."

"There's one down the hall, I think. I'm still new here myself. I'll show you."

With that, Luke slid out of bed and steadied himself, making sure he had all his stuff on him. Hopefully his phone would still work after everything. He hated having to buy new ones. His phone did in fact still work and he had a message waiting on him from a strange number. Opening it, Luke saw 'Where did you go? Are you still at school or did you get a ride back to the institute?' Typing back as he opened the door for Terrence, who brushed past him roughly, he sent 'I got a ride and I'm at the institute. Who is this anyways?' The response said it was Kurt, which Luke quickly saved to his phone. Terrence, on the other hand, had found the bathroom and slammed the door shut after him, locking it. Luke thought about waiting or leaving him to find his way out, but before he could decide, a loud crash was heard behind the door.

Throwing his urging and common sense, Luke threw his shoulder into the heavy door, which didn't give way. With a quick twist of his wrist, Luke broke the handle with his powers and pushed the door in to see a wall with a hole large enough for someone to dive through.

"Terrence! Get back here! I'm not paying for this! God, the Professor is gonna kill me for this. And when he does, I'm gonna haunt you for the rest of your life!"

Gazing through the hole, Luke saw a straight trail running from the bathroom till it hit the outside. Praying mentally, Luke dived through the hole as best he could, flopping to the ground and hitting his head several times as he made his way outside. Out there, he found a figure tearing through the yard, running faster than Luke could dream of. Making sure he built up enough power in his arm, Luke extended the appendage, closed his hand in a fist, then jerked it back to him.

Terrence was heading to the outer grounds wall, prepping his legs up for the jump he'd need to make to escape. Right as he started to push off the ground, he felt his left ankle jerk out from under him and hid head hit the ground as he was drug backwards at a fast pace. He slid to a stop fifty feet away from where he was before, to far for him to make the jump without taking to long. Turning to the culprit of his failed escape, the powered young man glared. Even from a distance Luke could tell this would mean war.

"Oh well." Luke muttered to himself before cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting "Come get it!"

The runner's pose was once again taken and Luke started his internal timer. 'In three, two, one, leap!' Luke dived to the side as Terrence flew by him, narrowly avoiding a viscous clothesline. Capitalizing on the missed attack, just as his instincts and past experiences told him to, Luke turned around with an open palmed thrust, knocking the off balance mutant even further off and into the ground. Throwing himself back up, the angry muscle compressor charged forward again, taking short steps that built up over time.

Luke knew how to deal with this as well. This was the same song and dance for the two of them. Luke would avoid until he got lucky or he got unlucky. That was it. Until now.

With a quick 'come forth' gesture, Luke threw the speeding body off balance again, and as his rival stumbled forward, Luke drew as much weight into his arm as he could and swung forward in a hay maker that knocked Terrence flat out on the ground. So hard in fact, that his head bounced when it hit. Before the punk teen could recover, Luke quickly placed his hands on his shoulder and began to weigh him down, well past the point of being able to move.

"I told you to calm down. I'm gonna leave you here until the Professor decides what to do with you."

With that, Luke left his appalled victim. As soon s he made it through the main door, the brown-haired teen was greeted by an angry Logan. And there was a man in a wheelchair behind him.

"What in blue blazes did you do to set that brat off? He tore threw 6 walls getting out of here! And where did he go? It's your fault he was here in the first place, so he's your responsibility.

Indignation was rightfully lighted and Luke began defending himself against the snarling brute of a man.

"I walked him to the bathroom, alright! He's crazy enough to do that, with or without provocation. And don't worry about the walls. I'll pay for them or whatever. And how is it my fault that he was sent here to kill me? It wasn't like I asked him to!"

"Whatever you were running away from when you got in over your head on the job was bound to catch up to you. Why would you think it wasn't going to follow you here? You've put the entire mansion in danger just by being here! If it were up to me, and trust me I wish it was, I'd tell you to hit the street and find a way back home. We're running a school here and having assassin's breaking walls isn't part of our itinerary."

Logan using that last word lessened the harshness of that shouting speech, mostly because it was hilarious that such a dumb looking guy used such a big word. But Luke kept his face serious when he shot back "I thought that crazy lady would give up after she failed the first time! Honest! If I beat up her boys, then I thought that was a clear enough message. I'm sorry. I'll leave if you want me to, because I respect the fact that it's your school and I harmed it, but it wasn't intentional. Not at all."

Logan simmered down a bit at this as Charles stepped forward, well technically , rolled forward. Making sure he had Luke's full attention, the man spoke up in a calm manner, despite his house being wrecked.

"Logan made some good points, but I do believe you. There was no way you could've known. While a little more warning on what to expect from your past would've been nice, but again I believe that you believed that nothing would become of it. Now as for our house wrecker outside, I'm going to show him the door and make sure he knows better than to attack this place or you without proper reasoning. After that, I want you back on your assignment."

"Yes sir." Luke brightened visibly after that, glad he was staying at the institute. He had only just got settled in and he hated moving. Plus, this place and the people were starting to grow on him. Even Logan, when he wasn't mad. Speaking of the man, he came back over to the teen, much more civilized now, and told him "You and me. Tonight in the DR. We're gonna see just how far this new branch of your powers goes."

Damn. There went his entire day. He had only just got out of the first practice by getting in a fight, then he got a personal assignment, and now he had to train with Logan one on one again. He needed a social life. Kurt and Scott came through the front door and stopped talking to each other to ask Luke "Is that a hole in the mansion on the west side?"

"Yep. Not really my fault. I blame Karma, bad luck, hexes, curses, or whatever. And now that my day has officially hit sucky, how have you guys enjoyed the day so far?"

"Pretty good. You should come with me to get a cheeseburger later to help perk you back up."

"Thanks Kurt. I might just do that."

Bayville Airport

After being freed from his invisible weights, Terrence quickly fled the mansion. Who wouldn't of, in his situation. He had attacked it and been defeated, then spared. He wasn't gonna push his luck by sticking around. He was waiting on his flight back to Raleigh, and he'd head home from there.

"You could've beaten him, you know. You're obviously more gifted than him. A little rough around the edges, but you're stronger than anyone at that school right now."

Terrence turned around to see a middle-aged woman standing behind him with dark hair and a woman's suit on. She had glasses and a look on her face that made her look very mean and unpleasant.

"What are you talking about woman? You're crazy."

Terrence knew this woman was a mutant. Had to be. But he had to figure out several other things first. What did she want with him? Why did she know about today? How strong was she? Could he get away from her if need be?

"I can answer your questions if you'd join me for dinner. I've got another brat to feed but it'll give us ample time to discuss a proposition. If you don't want to, then I guess you can walk away being weaker than Luke. After all, he did just beat you twice in a row."

With the gritting of his teeth, Terrence followed the irksome woman to a nearby airport restaurant. The two went to an already reserved table in the empty far corner, that was already occupied by a blonde headed girl. Ignoring the woman for a moment, the teen tossed his hair to the side with the jerk of his head and smoothed his jacket out.

"Heya there. What's a pretty girl doing with such a crazy woman? Why don't you and me split for a little while and go get ice cream? There's a nice little shop somewhere around here."

A pretty smile. That was always a plus in Terrence's books. "Thanks, but no thanks. There isn't a single ice cream shop of this airport for 10 miles and I don't think I want to walk that far."

"Well, had to try. So what's this proposition you got for me, toots? I don't work for free and I'm not cheap either. I don't do escorts and I detest guarding places."

A notched eyebrow was all he got from his sales pitch, before the woman began explaining.

"I'm not trying to hire you, Terrence. I am offering you a chance to better your powers with other mutants your age. Not in some formal soft-hearted school like Xavier's, but more of a brotherhood of fellow mutants. You have gifts and I would hate to see them waste away."

"What makes you think I can get better. In case you didn't notice, I broke half a dozen walls trying to get out."

"But did you make it? No. I'm going to teach you how to harness your powers to the fullest and the you'll be able to take on those detestable X-men without a problem."

"Luke is one of those X-men, you said?"

"By now, he certainly is. He proved himself by beating you, didn't he?"

"What are you wanting to get out of this, lady. A woman like you doesn't do anything for free and unless I know what that is, I can't trust you."

"I want your loyalty. When I give you an order, I want you to follow it to the letter. No slip-ups and no complaining. I'm going to make you into something truly super-human, so you better appreciate it. If there is one thing I hate, it's back talking. If you can do that, we'll be fine."

"So it's like a permanent contract for me to follow orders while I get training? We'll see. And is she in on this too?"

The girl nodded her head. "I'm just starting to show signs of my mutation, so I haven't started yet either. But from what I've seen, it's pretty much just doing what you want until she tells you to do something.

"So this brotherhood, where is it at?"

"Right here in Bayville of course."

Terrence sat at the table for a moment, deep in thought. 'Lukey is gonna be here under Xavier's wing. This'll be my chance to get better than him and put him down for good. This woman already knows to much about me for me to ack out anyways. And maybe she's half as good at teaching as she is talking.'

"I'm in. What should I call you?"

A smile crossed over the woman's face and as she pushed her glasses back into position, Terrence could've sworn that her eyes turned yellow. Shivers went down his spine as goose bumps rose on his arms.

"You can call me Mystique. Or if all things go accordingly, your new principle."

Confusion was clear on the mutant's face until it fawned on him and his face paled. Surely she was joking. She had to be. No way she was going to make him. But the smile on both Mystique and the girls gave Terrence a sinking feeling. He was going back to school.

The two ladies got up from there seat and started towards the door, with their unhappy camper following behind. Mystique led the way to a black car, which already had a driver in it. Without asking, the driver sped off from the airport back towards Bayville. Glancing over to the girl, Terrence saw her staring out the window and completely ignoring him. Sitting glumly, Terrence waited patiently and found the car slowing down. Looking outside the window, he could see the dirt driveway they were on that led to…Was that a house or a shack for the national hobo committee? It looked like it was gonna collapse any second.

"No way. Nope. This ain't gonna cut it. This dump is worse than my old place, and I set it on fire 4 times!"

The fact he was a tad bit arsenic wasn't a shocker to anyone in the car. The teen looked crazy, acted crazy, and talked in that creepy friendly voice. Of course he had a few nuts loose.

Mystique ignored the comment and led both of them to the door.

"I took the privilege of having bags packed for you and they're waiting upstairs in your rooms. There are already two others here, so you can introduce you can spend the day getting to know your future teammates."

Throwing the door open loudly and ignoring the stares into the back of her head, the woman yelled loudly "Hey boys! You got some new recruits! Get down here and show them around." With that, she turned around, got in the car and left.

From the house came a loud rumbling sound before two guys, roughly 16 or 17, came pacing down the ragged steps. One was hunched over in a crouch, his hair almost green and his hygiene obviously poor. The other was standing upright and looked to be in better shape than the runt.

"I'm Toad, alright. I run the pace so while Mystique's away, so I'm gonna lay down the rules after you two introduce yourselves."

If that runt run the place then Terrence was gonna tear it down, burn it, then piss on it before he left.

The other guy elbowed Toad and introduced himself. "My name's Lance, but you can call me Avalanche. Toad here's got a big mouth, so don't mind him. Go ahead and introduce yourselves and then we can give you the tour of this dump."

The girl stepped up, playing with her hair. "I'm Amanda, but you can call me Crystal. I already go to Bayville, so I'm not new here. But I don't recognize either or you two."

"I'm new here. Just got kicked out of my last school for destroying the principle's office." Lance didn't seem to be regretful at all, which was good. Faint-heartedness was weakness. No regrets. Or at least, that's how Terrence saw it.

Toad piped up with his whiney voice, complaining "I've got 3rd period with you, Crystal. You don't remember me?"

A shake of her head sent the froggy little bugger back upstairs, in a rather impressive leap for someone so scrawny.

Lance shook his head, before turning to Terrence. "So who are you, Mr. I'm to cool to say anything?"

A cocky grin slid onto Terrence's face. It was gonna be so much fun teaching this arrogant piece of trash who was who around here.

"I'm Terrence. But you can call me Springload."

AN: Sorry about the shortness and for any grammar mistakes. I finished this in a hurry because I have a trip to go to and I can't write for a bit. So I could upload, or wait 3 to 4 days. I chose upload. It's not like my beta does that good of a job anyways. So thanks for reading and I hope that this was enough of a chapter to satisfy. The next one definitely is gonna pick up on Rogue's episode. R&R and see ya! Big Willis, out!