They were on their way out of the mall, one bag between Mark and Quinn, when Alex ran up to them. "Hey Caim, my mom's picking me up and she wanted to know if you'd like to come over." Caim blinked once, then a small smile illuminated his features. "That sounds cool, sure." He looked at Kitchie. "Do you mind telling Mr. Xavier that I'll be home later? Like a bit after dinner."

"Sure," Kitchie replied, grinning brightly. Caim smiled before leaving with Alex, both of them talking rapidly to each other. Quinn was stunned, and didn't noticed when Kitchie and Mark starting walking until Kitchie called to her. "Hey Quinn, you coming? Oh, and just saying, don't be surprised if we're ambushed by snow balls when we get back to the Institute." He smiled. "You coming?" Quinn nodded slowly, still staring at the door where Alex and Caim had left. "Caim laughed," she stated. Kitchie nodded. "He does that sometimes. It's really weird I know, it still surprises me sometimes when he does it 'cause usually he's all quiet and stuff, but Alex brings out this really happy smiling laughing person inside of him."

"That's… good." She looked at Mark and gave a small smile. Mark smiled back and Quinn sighed quietly to herself; he was back. "So does Caim go to Alex's place often?" Mark asked as they walked outside. Kitchie shook his head. "Nope. Alex invites him over a lot, and Caim tries to go but something always comes up."

"Something?" Quinn asked. Kitchie cast her a knowing glance. "Professor X," he restated. Kitchie shrugged. "Caim gets annoyed when he does it, but I understand why the Professor does what he does. He knows that Caim's powers are a little unstable, even though Caim knows how to control them really well. Professor X is just looking out for him you know?" He gave a small smile. "So I'm guessing that Caim's going to be back at the Institute when we get there." They arrived at the bus stop and Mark looked down the street. "But how does the Professor reach him?" He paused. "Wait, telepathically?" Kitchie nodded. "Bingo."

"So he just kinda goes into Caim's head and says something like 'You're not going, come home now.'?" Kitchie shrugged. "I guess," he replied. "So when we get home just, don't bug him for a bit… Caim I mean. He'll probably be up in our room so there's no worry but he might be sitting in the dining room or living room or some hallway though. I still can't figure him out and we've been friends for a while." The bus pulled up and the three teens got on. "But onto other matters, what did you two get anyways?"

Mark opened the bag and peered inside. "Pencils, pens, erasers… You know, normal school stuff. We already have backpacks so we don't really need those." He nodded to finalize the statement and looked up at Quinn. "That all we need?" She shrugged. "You're talking to someone who hasn't been to school in a year, I have no idea." Kitchie's gaze swung to her. "You haven't?" Quinn blinked. "Um, I've been on the run. I haven't really been able to go to school…" Kitchie laughed slightly. "Yeah, right, sorry, forgot."

They arrived at the mansion and as they started up the drive they were each hit twice with a snowball. Kitchie and Mark threw some projectiles back while Quinn watched from behind them, waiting for the mini-battle to end.

When the snowballs stopped flying at them the trio headed in the house, kicking their boots free of snow and brushing off their coats. "I'm going to look for Caim and see you guys in a bit ok? I'd say some along but I don't know what mood he's in so just in case… yeah." Kitchie closed the closet door and smiled slightly. "Sounds good," Mark replied. "Quinn and I can occupy ourselves right Quinn? Quinn-"

He looked over at his friend and caught her starring into a mirror hanging by the door. She was glaring at her reflection. "Trick mirrors aren't funny," she said. Both guys blinked. "That's not a trick mirror," Kitchie told her.

"It has to be. I don't have black hair and my skin isn't pure white."

"Well…" Mark started. "You know how-"

Quinn cut him off with a curse. "God damn! I didn't go out with my scarf! What did everybody think? Oh god-"

"They thought you had white skin." Quinn turned to look at Mark. "But-"

"Professor Xavier put an image inducer around your ankle while you were unconscious." Quinn was silent for a long moment, then she looked at Kitchie. "Jake…" She said his first name slowly. "Is he-"

"Yes he's telling the truth. It's under your sock; it's small than Kurt's. Professor didn't think you'd mind. You don't mind do you? You don't have to worry about making sure you're covered. Then you'll just wear a harness, a real one, for your wings and contacts for your eyes. Or on some days you can pass your red eyes off as contacts." Kitchie beamed. Quinn blinked.

"You ok Q?" Mark asked. Quinn nodded slowly. "Um… uh… huh…"

That's when they heard the crash from the kitchen.

AN: Happy Holidays everone! This will be the last chapter until January 4th (maybe 3rd... maybe a little later. depends). I hope you enjoy it.

I have recently written out what's going to happen in all of the chapters until the end. Yes, sadly there will be an end. And an end with a twist! And an end that could possibly lead to a sequal if you want... :D
So there will be apoxamitly 67 chapters.

One more thing: i need characters. I need: NAME, AGE, POWER, WHERE THEY LIVE, A LITTLE PERSONALITY
Thank you!

Happy holidays once again!