AN: Thank you to my cat Cinnabuns (Cinnamon) for keeping me company through writing this, and thank you to Mayday Parade for keeping me awake. Thank you, of course, to my lovely readers who are keeping me going. I am overjoyed to say that I think I have a plot line for this story. I have a couple actually, and I'm thinking of shoving them all in... Well we shall see.
I DO NOT OWN X-MEN! The great Stan Lee and Marvel own it ^^ And I love them. So yes, I do not own X-Men in the slighted nor to I own Mark, he belongs to yaoiboy167.

Quinn stood at the base of the gates pacing. She didn't know why but Mr. Xavier's words had put her on edge. Maybe because two forces were now battling it out in her brain. She covered her head with her arms and squeezed her eyes shut, stopping dead in her tracks. "'mare?" Quinn groaned. "Leave me alone Mark," she mumbled. She heard Mark walk up to her, his footsteps muffled but the snow. "I said leave me alone." Mark sighed. "Quinn come inside."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I know that you're still not feeling well."

"I'm fine, and I was fine earlier."

"Stop being so damn stubborn!" Quinn let her arms dropped and glanced over at him, confused at the sudden and sharp annoyance in his voice. "Come inside Quinn," he growled. Quinn's eyes widened slightly, Mark rarely ever spoke to her like that. Then her eyes narrowed. "I can be whatever I want Mark. Now leave me alone!" Mark shook his head slowly and dropped his gaze to the ground. "You don't have to stay," he told her. "But at least come inside, stay the night, and then decide in the morning. You can leave, you can stay, whatever. I can't control your actions but I know that if you leave I'm not going with you."

Quinn bit back a remark and ground her teeth as she looked away. "Just for the night," Mark requested, his voice now soft. "Please?" Quinn looked at him out of the corner of her eye, seeing his dark silhouette against the light from the Institute. She sighed, knowing that she's regret it if she didn't stay the one night he asked for. She always said in their loud arguments that he owed her, that she had done so much for him, but really she hadn't. He had done a lot more for her than she had done for him and she owed him this one request. "Fine," she mumbled quietly. "But just the night and in the morning-"

"Do whatever makes you happy," Mark told her, looking up. Quinn looked away from him, closing her eyes. "So you coming or what?" Mark asked, and Quinn could hear the smile in his voice.

"Or what," Quinn replied. Mark laughed and she could hear his footsteps start to retreat. "Come on!" he called. Quinn followed behind her, dragging her feet as she went.

When they got to the doors she caught one before it closed and flashed a glare at the back of Mark's head. Mr. Xavier smiled in greeting from a couple feet inside the entrance hall. "It will be nice to have you," he told her. Quinn shoved her hands in her pockets and looked at Mark, then away. "I'm staying for the night, I'm not sure whether or not I'll stay permanently though." Mr. Xavier continued to smile. "Of course my dear, that's completely fine," he said. Quinn nodded slowly and he gestured to the stairs. "Shall we?" Quinn looked over at Mark, waiting for him to answer. "Yeah, totally," Mark replied.

Mr. Xavier started to roll towards the stairs and Quinn raised an eyebrow. "How are you-?"

"Going to get up?" Mr. Xavier looked at her and smiled kindly. He pressed a button on his wheelchair and a section on the side of the stairs smoothed out into a ramp. Quinn's eyes widened and he chuckled. "Like that." Quinn nodded slowly and her and Mark followed him up the stairs. "You'll be rooming with someone else, as we don't have a lot of rooms. I hope that's ok." Quinn stared at the ground and Mark glanced at her.

Quinn listened as Mark whispered in Mr. Xavier's ear but all she caught was: "dreams", "screaming", and "me". Quinn glared at Mark and when he looked at her he flashed an apologetic smile. "It's for the best," he mouthed. Quinn continued to glare at him and he turned away from her, looking back at Mr. Xavier. Mr. Xavier nodded and glanced at Quinn. "That's understandable, and thank you Quinn for letting me know," he said. Quinn raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say anything."

"I know, and I'm thanking you for having Mark tell me since you were-"

"Since I was what?"

"So Professor," Mark cut in. "What's happening?" Mr. Xavier gave Quinn another smile. "Well we have one spare room so tonight you two could share the room, but only for tonight. I'll find you a room tomorrow Mark, and Quinn, I'll find you one as well if you decide to stay with us." Quinn didn't say anything. "The room is just down the hall here. The first one on your left," Mr. Xavier said, gesturing down the hall. He led the way and stopped in front of a simple door. "Here you are. Your bags are still downstairs so I would suggest getting those before turning in." He smiled slightly. "Not that there are any thieves here but I guess that you would rather not have your belongings out in the open."

The way he looked at Quinn at the mention of thieves made her squirm. She wasn't going to take anything from this place, not when Mr. Xavier was being so kind to her. She was like Robin Hood, steal from the rich and give to the poor. Or, to change the saying to fit her lifestyle, steal from the humans and give to the mutants.

Quinn gave Mr. Xavier a small smile and she noticed that Mark thought it was believable. "Of course not Mr. Xavier, and thank you for letting me stay the night."