A/N: I've finally put up a new chapter! YAY and I would like to give a big BIG thank you to my beta sparkybitterness for editing this chapter I couldn't have made it look this good without you! I have a challenge for my readers this chapter... Should I introduce Jubilee in the next chap? (Boom Boom for you hard core Evo lovers) And if so how? If you win you get an imaginary ball of yarn!

Chapter 3: Avalanche's Return and an Interesting Funeral

Morning came much too quickly for Kitty. She hadn't gotten any sleep except for when she'd passed out. She knew morning meant she had to get ready for her father's funeral. That meant accepting that he was dead and she didn't know if she was ready to do that yet. She didn't want to be ready to do that! She doubted anyone who'd lost their father at her age did, though. So, Kitty had dragged herself out of bed and grabbed the black dress Rouge had lent her to change into. It had a subtle empire waist and bell sleeves that looked good on Kitty. The color suited her. She quickly tore her eyes away from the mirror as her vision started to blur.

"No," Whispered Kitty, chastising herself as she put on her shoes and some lipstick. "You will NOT cry today. You've cried enough, it's time to begin to move on." Kitty combed her hair and put it in a bun that left out a small amount of hair in the back, but looked elegant and very un-Kitty like. Kitty closed the door quietly as she left, not wanting to disturb anyone who was sleeping.

"Ready?" Logan grunted, choosing to ignore the fact that Kitty looked much older then her seventeen years in that dress and that she contained more class in her fingernail than he had in his entire body. Kitty silently nodded and walked with him down the stairs and out the front door, where a small black Lexus was sitting.

"Like, you own a Lexus?" Kitty asked in surprise.

"When you've lived for several hundred years, you save a great deal in cash and can afford to own a Lexus." Logan answered, opening the passenger side door for her.

Kitty sat in silence as Logan drove to the church where the funeral would be held. Kitty may have been apprehensive about going to the funeral, but Logan was not looking forward to entering a place that stood for the persecution he'd experienced for decades. Well, that, and his suit was itchy. They slowly pulled into the Bayville Church of Christ. The small parking lot was packed with high end cars and it took awhile to find a parking space. Both took a deep breath before leaving the car.

"So you used to go to a Church of Christ, huh?" Logan asked, breaking the silence. "No wonder you're so optimistic."

Kitty laughed for the first time that day and said, "Like, yeah. We tend to do that since the New Testament pretty much says to be." Logan only rolled his eyes as they entered the building. You didn't have to be on the right side of town to know the people that worshipped here were well-off. You were bombarded by high quality paintings, leather chairs and sofas that complemented the cream marble floors and similarly colored walls. The ceiling couldn't have been any higher and the place had dedicated entire wings of the building to ministries.

"I take it your parents have high end jobs?" Logan asked, looking around.

"Yeah," mumbled Kitty sheepishly, "my parents were psychologists."

Logan nodded and then understood why her parents were as understanding as they were of who she was; it was their job to be. He also understood why she worked so hard to be popular. She didn't want her friends to be her patients, though he also thought she was beginning to realize that they needed help more than anybody. Kitty was going to go through hell and back in the next few years. (No pun intended) They soon reached the atrium, which held the entrance to the auditorium. People were conversing and hugging each other solemnly. From an unknowing standpoint, you'd think they actually were consoling each other, but Kitty knew otherwise. She knew they were all putting up an act and that they only considered this to be a social event. It was sickening.

"How can people be so shallow?" whispered Kitty to Logan as they entered the auditorium to meet Kitty's mother. Kitty had a striking resemblance to her mother, who at the moment was dabbing her eyes as she was talking to the preacher and nodding.

"Mom?" Kitty asked, hoping she wasn't interrupting. Her mother turned around and tried to smile at her bravely.

"Hey there Kitty-Kat! Are you okay?" Mrs. Pryde asked. "And may I ask who this man is?" Mrs. Pryde looked fearful and stunned at Logan's appearance.

"Hello, I'm Logan, one of Kitty's teachers. I'm here to make sure nothing out of the ordinary happens," Said Logan, sounding very professor-like as he held out his hand which she shook with a smile on her face.

"It's good to know that her professors care enough to do that." Mrs. Pryde said as people started to enter the auditorium. Logan and Kitty went and found their seat. Mrs. Pryde was first to give the eulogy.

"My husband was a great man. He was a good father and a wonderful husband. He had a big heart and loved to help people. He lived for a smile and laughed with them when they did. His patients were like family and he treated them as such- often giving more probono sessions in a month than most did in their career! That's why I loved him, and love him still. He will be sorely missed, though we take large comfort knowing he's in a better place now." said Mrs. Pryde shakily. The preacher helped her down the stairs before heading to the podium himself.

"Indeed Mr. Pryde had a big heart, and an even bigger passion for his faith," Began the preacher. Several people in the back started to fake cry softly and it drove Kitty up the wall. Kitty knew none of them. She calmed down as Logan gave her a quizzical look and tried to pay attention to the preacher. Logan was just as disgusted by their hypocrisy as Kitty; though he tried to contain himself and so should she. Logan zoned out as the preacher began reciting verses from the book of John. The funeral soon came to an end and there was to be no graveside services. So, after a few hours of people giving phony condolences, Kitty and Logan drove back to the Institute.

The drove in silence till Logan finally said, "Alright half-pint, I know your father died, but you are NEVER one to be of few words. Something else is also on your mind."

"And that is none of your business, Mr. Logan," answered Kitty, looking ahead as they turned into the Institute. Logan was about to say something when he saw a certain someone that made his skin crawl sitting on the front steps.

He instead growled, "Avalanche."