Disclaimer: Dont own X-men....thank god. I'd be bankrupt. :-P

Note: This is the chapter that never happened. The LOST CHAPTER. It was originally in the fic, but taken out because it messed with continuity. And we also.....just well wanted to take it out. But now, it's been brought to you in its totally nonsensical form! Laugh! Cry! Be confused! ....well mostly be confused.

RAGE
THE LOST CHAPTER

Three men sat in a dark room, the only light from the unadorned bulb swinging overhead. The tallest sat rigid in his folding metal chair, wavy brown hair framing his scowling face. The second tallest leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, and feet on the card table, looking relaxed, but saddened.

The last, and shortest, leaned on the table, smoking a cigarette.

"Didn't you use to smoke cigars?" Scott Summers addressed his shortest team mate.

"I'm cutting back," Logan smirked and blew a smoke ring in the leaders face.

"Good fo' you, mon ami." Remy LeBeau added his own half-smile, chewing on a stick of licorice to help his own nicotine addiction.

"Something has to be done about Rogue." Scott, ever the businessman, got right down to the heart of the matter.

"Cyke?" One of Wolverine's dark eyebrows arched in interest.

"That's the third pair of boxers she's stolen from my drawer this week!" The normally composed leader of the X-men slammed his fist on the table, causing Remy to fall over.

"Funny," Logan smirked again. "I always had you pegged as a briefs man."

"Moi aussi." Gambit stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his trench coat.

Scott glared at them both.

"What'd she get from you, Gumbo?" the wild-haired man turned to his Cajun companion.

"Chere already got t'ree pair o' my briefs, an' two pair o' my silk boxers." Remy shrugged. "'Do, what I woul'n give ta still be in dem...." A dreamy smile crossed his face.

Cyclops and Wolverine both made faces, and whacked him upside the head simultaneously.

"How about you, Logan?" Scott faced the final member of the victim squad.

"One pair 'o boxers."

"One?"

"Normally, it's bum to the breeze for me, Slim."

"UGH! More than I needed to know!"

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The Danger Room was running on the highest intensity of battle.

Jean and Scott, together with Remy, were blasting Sentinels and putting down members of Friends of Humanity as fast as they could, without injuring any innocent bystanders.

"SCOTT!" Jean cried out as an 'innocent bystander' meandered by, directly under the path of a falling Sentinel head. Under normal circumstances, the program would have had the person running away in fear, but this could easily be one of the people who were unaware of their surroundings in a real life situation.

Cyclops turned to aim at the large metal object, but the bystander looked up, pointed, and leapt up to meet it.

"BAKUSAI TENKETSU!" The boy shouted, causing the obstacle to explode into tiny pieces.

Jaws dropped.

"Merde..." Gambit muttered, taking out a cigarette and lighting up.

"Computer, end simulation." Scott ordered. The Sentinels, the FOH, and the city scene faded away into the cold steel walks of the Danger Room.

The boy, however, did not fade away.

He looked around confusedly, his frustration building into a heavy blue aura.
"What the hell? Where did everything go? And what was with that huge robot?"

Cyclops was on his case so fast, he left an after-image.

"Who are you? How did you get in here? Are you a spy? If you are, for whom? How can we contact your superiors? WHO SENT YOU HERE?!"

"SCOTT!" Jean yelled. "Remember what the doctor said about your blood pressure..."

An embarrassed X-men leader backed down timidly, while Gambit muttered something akin to "whipped".

"Wha--?" The young man blinked.

"I'm sorry, but my husband is a bit of a worry wart....." Jean smiled at the boy. "What he means to say is, are you lost?"

"'Dat's a given," the Cajun rolled his eyes. "How else de boy gonna get in here? We had Beast lock de doors, non?"

"Who? What?" The youth looked even more harried. "I was just in Canada..... where am I now?!"

"You're in Westchester, USA...." Jean began, then noticed that the boy had brightened considerably.

"Really?!" He beamed. "GREAT! Thank Kami! I'm supposed to be in Westchester, looking for someone!"

"Oh?" Scott arched an eyebrow behind his visor. The kid wasn't concerned at all that three people in spandex were talking to him..... this was just a little too weird....

"Yeah, d'ya think you can help me? I'm supposed to find this guy, Logan, and I've never met him before.... my sensei of sorts told me he could help me...." Ryouga dug out the very crumpled paper bearing the name of the man and his location.

He handed it to Scott, who looked it over carefully before handing it to Jean.

*Think he's safe?* he asked through their psychic link.

*I don't sense any malice coming from this child...* Jean replied. *And from what I can tell, he seems honestly eager to locate Logan. His mind is a little hard to read though.... it's so dark!*

*Dark?* Unintentionally, Scott scowled.

"You lookin' for Logan, eh, garcon?" Gambit smirked, his red-on-black eyes sparkling.

"You know where I can find him?" The young man's green-brown eyes snapped to the Cajun as soon as he heard the first syllable from his mouth, which was a fact not ignored by the ever paranoid leader.

"Well, at de momen', Logan be out o' town." Gambit shrugged.

"Out of town?" the youth's shoulders slumped, and he again regained some of that dark blue glow they had seen earlier. "How far out? When's he coming back? This is kind of important."

"Important, like he be your papa or somet'ing?" The trench-coat wearing X-man tipped his head to the side while the boy shook his head 'no'.

"I've never met Logan-san before," he admitted again. "I'm here to ask his help in a certain kind of training."

"Logan be in Canada righ' now." Gambit shrugged. "We don' know when he be back."

"Canada?" The blue aura increased. "I was just there . . . And you don't know when he'll be back?" Jean and Scott shook their heads.

"Excuse me." The boy meandered a short distance away, the light growing every step of the way. Suddenly, a blue sphere of energy shot from his hands, and decimated one of the nearby walls.

Jaws dropped.

"Sorry about your wall . . ." The boy called out as he walked away.

Scott, either too shocked to do anything, or having a heart attack, just stood there and marveled at the damage done. 'And Cerebro didn't detect him as a mutant, either...'

Jean recovered from the shock the quickest, and called out to the professor, *Professor Xavier!*

*Huh?* Xavier sounded confused, and lost, something completely out of character for the wise founder.

*Professor, there was a boy in the Danger room... a real one, not a holograph. He blew up the wall.... did Cerebro notice any other mutants on the premises?*

*Um . . . no . . .* Xavier winced, opening a door and finding a linen closet. *I haven't sensed anything too unusual, either . . . except for a moment ago, there was a spike of depression . . .*

*I felt that too. . . I think it was from the boy . . . I wonder how he got in . . . and if he wasn't a mutant, how did he make the wall explode like that?*

*Um . . . could we discuss this later?* the bald man made a noise of frustration as he opened another door, and found the kitchen.

* . . . Of course, Professor . . . what's wrong? You seem distressed . . .*

* . . . Personal problems. Nothing to worry about, I assure you.* He replied, and found Psylocke's room.

'WHERE THE HELL IS THE BATHROOM?!' He thought to himself.
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