Sorry I haven't updated in so long! Too many tests. :( THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all of you who have either read, reviewed, followed, or favorited! Those keep me going! Alright I'm going to try my best but tell me if I do a terrible job. :)

Chapter 8

Kitty's POV

Kitty huffed irritably as she walked back inside. Why on earth had Scott drove away like that—she could have drove everyone to the baking contest and then competed! There was nothing wrong with her cookies—were there? Scott wasn't allergic to peanuts, Kitty was pretty sure, since he had been eating them last night when they were all watching TV in the living room.

As soon a she had walked through the doors, the professor came wheeling up to her. "Kitty, would you mind coming with me, to help a friend of mine?"

Kitty grinned. "Like, sure, Professor X! Should I, like, bring some of my cookies with?" The professor's face scrunched up into an odd expression when he glanced down at the cookies, before returning to normal.

"No, Kitty, the cookies will not be necessary. Perhaps you could put them in the kitchen for others to... enjoy?" Kitty's face lit up.

"What a great idea! Thanks professor! Like, I'll be right back!" Kitty ran off to the kitchen and artfully arranged her precious desserts on the plate.

The explanation the professor gave Kitty about Emma was basically the same as he had given to Jamie. Now, here she was, walking into the room. Kitty shuddered; she was no big fan of infirmaries; they were cold and bare, unforgiving and heartless. She walked over to a chair beside a bedside table.

"Uh, like, hi. Sorry you're feeling down... maybe you'll feel better tomorrow?" Nothing stirred, and the room seemed even more hostile than before, if that was possible. The place just seemed to have a lingering feeling of dread and unhappiness, as though smiling were forbidden. The silence was frosty and becoming creepier by the minute.

Kitty shivered. She wondered how long she had been sitting here. The steady ticking of the clock had become monotonous, a sleepy rhythm. Time crawled by with the speed of a snail... ew, slimy snails, gross. A chilly breeze swept through the room, and Kitty jumped from her chair, backing out of the room.

"How did it go, Kitty?" the professor asked.

Kitty shook her head. "That room is creepy. It's like she knew I was there and hated me for coming. I don't know..." The professor's face remained solemn.

"It's fine, Kitty. Don't worry about it. Emmaline can be picky. You may head back downstairs now." Kitty was quite happy to.

Professor Xavier's POV

Charles sighed. It had been nearly four weeks now, and this was getting exhausting. Nothing seemed to help much. Jamie visited every evening after dinner, and Emma was happy during that time, but it was not convincing her to come back. He was trying, but Charles was running out of options.

Emma hadn't taken to Jean, Scott, or Rouge, probably because they were so much older. Bobby had deeply offended her with his jokes, as he had not realized what her life had been like, and tried to make jokes, that were not funny to Emma, but cruel. Rahne had been very nice, and they had a god time together every Tuesday and Thursday, but there was no progress as far as waking Emma up.

Sam had stuttered and stammered his way through visits every Monday and Friday, and was finally warming up. However, they had yet to share a conversation more in depth than school. There was still hope, Charles supposed; as least Sam's English grade had slightly improved.

Kurt had visited twice, and Emma was starting to forgive him for spraying whipped cream all over the walls, not that she cared about the walls, but it was, she had said, a waste of perfectly good whipped cream.

Jubilee had not ended up having a good time; at least Jamie had helped Ororo clean up the broken glass on the floor and burn marks on the wall.

Roberto visited every Wednesday now but this was just making them both sad, and Emma seemed to withdraw more after these sessions.

Kitty had just proved himself right yet again.

And he'd rather not think about yesterday or the day before.

Yes, Charles was definitely running out of options. The only person who had yet to be tried was Ray, And Charles had been procrastinating his visit for very good reason. He had a feeling Ray wouldn't appreciate all of Emma's abilities, especially since... never mind, he would cross that road tomorrow.

And he would make sure to have the Danger Room ready for Ray.

OK I will try and write the next chapter soon I'm really sorry this one is so short I have been super busy. I hope you liked it! ;D

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