chapter n i n e

"He's recovering, but that was a serious energy drain." Hank walked out of the infirmary room, taking a pair of half framed glasses off of his face to wipe clean with his shirt, "He's going to need to stay in bed over the weekend."

"And his wrist?" Kitty cut in worryingly.

Hank blinked and slipped his glasses back on, "Yes, well, that should heal in about a month. You can go see him now." He smiled warmly, "But I have to ask, how exactly did he save you?" Hank asked out of curiosity once the door to the infirmary closed.

Jean shrugged, "I have no idea. He just said something about channelling energy and held his hand against her chest. Next thing I know, she's breathing." she explained, "That was it."

Scott bit his lip, "Maybe he was channelling earth's energy."

Logan crossed his arms, "Yeah, but that wouldn't explain why his energy was drained..."

Hank rubbed his chin, "It could've been that his energy mixed with the earth's energy and was taken with it."

"Either way, I don't think he'll be doing that for a while." Jean put her hand on her hip.

weekend passes

Lance sat calmly in his bed, playing with ace wrap around his wrist, "Hey there." Kitty smiled at him as she closed the door behind her, a plate with a meat loaf sandwich on it in her hands, "How are you feeling knowing you'll be out of here a a bit?"

"As good as I can be." He smirked playfully at her, pursing his lips ever so slightly.

"Well, I hope this makes you feel better, here." She handed the plate to his good hand, "I made it myself."

Lance smiled at the sandwich and took a huge bite, "Mm! This is great!" he began to chow down.

A huge, joyous smile crossed Kitty's lips, "You like it? Nobody likes my food!"

Lance put the sandwich down, "Well, seeing as I usually only ate ramen noodles and cereal with the Brotherhood, and then went to Japan to go on a diet of fish and rice, this is a really good change!" he took another bite with a happy smile, "I mean- with Pietro and the other guys all we had in our fridge was a pack of bologna, a carton of milk and a few eggs. None of us really knew how to cook."

Kitty's heart sank a bit, "Poor you." she whimpered sympathetically, "How did you deal with it?"

"Same thing as with my clothes, just ignore the fact that I don't have anything." Lance took another bite.

Kitty pouted with sorrow, "What do you mean with you clothes?"

"There's a reason why I wear the same clothes everyday." Lance put the empty plate on the end table, "I don't have anything else..."

Kitty's jaw dropped, "That's it!" Kitty grabbed a hold of his good wrist and helped him out of bed, "It time makeover!"

Lance's eye widened with surprise, "Wait, what? Kitty!" he cried as he was pulled out of the room.

"I still don't see why you had to drag me along too. We could've just ordered him some shirts and pants out of a catalog and stayed at home." Logan said dryly and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall of the changing rooms.

"Tsk, Logan you have no sense for social excursion!" Kitty pursed her lips with a smile, "Live a little! Besides, you're giving the manly view on things, y'know? Lance, are you ready yet?"

"I feel silly..." Lance grumbled from behind the door.

"Don't worry! C'mon and show us!" Kitty giggled. Lance opened the door, revealing the v-neck sweater and pair of Chinos he was dressed in, "You look so great!"

Logan raised an eyebrow quizzically, "Now I know who shops for Kurt... Take that off, kiddo... You look like a dweeb just waiting to get the snot kicked out of him."

Lance looked down and blushed, "Told you I looked silly." Kitty sighed and putted a hip out.

"What do suggest, then, Logan?"

"The kid doesn't need to be dressed like a geek, he needs leather and denim."

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"Ready yet?" Kitty knocked on the door, "You've been in there for like- ten minutes."

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just a sec." He opened the door, now dressed in a denim jacket, a pair of levi 501s, and a black t-shirt.

"I've seen this outfit before, Logan... Maybe because it the same as yours?!" Kitty crossed her arms and looked back a Logan.

"It's what a guy needs. Nothin' more." Logan crossed his arms defiantly at her.

Lance sighed and dropped his head, raising his hands, "Okay, howabout I get some clothes myself..." he sighed.

--

The door opened. Lance now wore a dark brown leather jacket, a pair of rip and patch covered jeans, an Aerosmith t-shirt, and a pair of leather finger gloves. Kitty smiled and blushed a bit, "Wow! That looks good on you." She clasped her hands together.

"So what now?" Lance asked.

"Oh, this is just the start." Kitty gave a playful grin.

Lance raised his eyebrows in confusion, "There's more?"

"Well - duh." Kitty flipped her hair out of her face, "You need more clothes than just that, and your hair is like-... so drab."

Lance ruffled his hair a bit, "Drab...?"

Logan opened the door for Lance, holding a pair of bags in his other hand. Lance tiredly walked through the door, his hair styled and his feet dragging along the floor, holding four bags, two in each hand. Kitty skipped after him, "Okay, you have to admit that was fun, right?"

Lance looked over his shoulder at her, "Sure..." Once he looked forward, he dropped his bags.

Logan looked forward as well, giving a surprised stare.

"What?" Kitty blinked before following their gazes, "Pietro?! What ere you doing here?!"

Pietro turned, "What do you mean? I just joined the X-Men."

:Hello all! I've decided to end this story, seeing as I've covered the subject needed. I'm going to write a new story called "Speed Demon" that is a sequel. I don't know when to expect it, due to my writer's block. I'm going to try and write a few one shots or low-chapter count stories to get my juices flowing to write "Speed Demon" as best I can. Thanks for reading!: