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'''Characters: Magneto, Charles and the Lipchitz family.Part of the  
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Characters: Rogue, Magneto, Bobby, Charles & the "kids".Part of the  
  
 
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Rating: PG-13 for salacious Internet surfing.
  
'''Summary: Another trip to his tailor causes Magneto to remember the day when he and Charles first went to Lipchitz's shop.
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Summary: The kids are pitched into jealous battles as the girls try to uncover secrets, and the boys teach Erik about the Internet. Mostly silly stuff.
  
Signs of the Times
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'''Boys and Girls'''
  
The news that evening had predicted an early heat wave in New York, and Erik had been reminded of the necessity of ordering a summer weight uniform. The last thing he needed was to be flying around over the Eastern seaboard dripping sweat. Between, his imprisonment and getting back out, not to mention the whole awkward business with Rogue, the comparatively trivial matter of making an appointment with his tailor had, not surprisingly, slipped his mind. The weather report, however, galvanized the Master of Magnetism into action, and he had phoned Rolf Lipchitz the following day.
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"So what were you ''really'' doing in there?" Jubilee pressed again, apparently not accepting Professor Xavier's explanation that Rogue had been getting lessons in controlling her "gift" from "Magneto.
  
A week later he drove to the East Side, got a decent parking space less than two blocks from his destination by levitating the car into a tight space no ordinary human could have parallel parked into, and walked to Rolf’s place. The heat this year, he had to admit, was stifling.
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"I told you!" Marie snapped. "He's helping me to touch people without killing them."
  
At the door, in the dim window of Lipchitz Tailoring, was a hand-lettered sign, reading "MUTANTS WELCOME" in what he recognized as Rolf’s now wavering handwriting. He smiled, and entered, prepared for the usual wait, and mused on the sign. It was not that the sign was so unusual, he reflected. Manhattan was scattered with them, as well as "NO MUTANTS" signs, allowed by a recent State law permitting businesses to refuse service to mutants. What made him smile and remember, was the memory of a sign that had been taped in the same spot nearly half a century ago….
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"So?" Jubilee continued, wanting more information. "Like, where did you touch him?"
  
"COMMIES WELCOME" it had said, with a breathtaking combination of humor and daring. True, there were probably more openly communist citizens living in this neighborhood in New York than anywhere else in America, but in the summer of 1950, generally speaking, it was not exactly P.C. to say so.  was turning the House Un-American Activities Committee into a three ring circus of fear, and people who were even suspected of being communists were getting subpoenaed, losing jobs, or even fleeing to Europe due to political persecution.
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"Don't be gross!" Kitty objected.
  
Yet there it was. Professionally lettered, and sitting in the sparklingly clean window of a tailor’s shop.
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"Oh shut up!" Jubilee countered. "You were ''looking''
  
Erik had been looking for a tailor’s shop when he had walked to the neighborhood, and the sign certainly intrigued him with this one. He had grumblingly objected when Charles had tried to get him to order a suit from his own uptown tailor, and after enduring the looks that the old coot of a Scotsman gave his worn clothes and longish odd-colored hair, snapped at Xavier, and they had an argument. Eventually a compromise was reached: Erik would allow Charles to pay for some new clothes, if he could find a place, of his own choice, that was reasonably priced and to his own taste. He would meet Charles later at a bookstore to go home.
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"Only because you made me!"
  
He still remembered how stupidly embarrassed he was to take money from Charles to buy suits. Such a small thing, he reflected now, but it had felt so "icky" (as little Rogue would say) at the time. Probably because, after Charles lost Gabrielle, on the ship back to America, the two friends suddenly found themselves in a position a bit more than just friendly, and were now living together in a relationship that would probably cause that prune of a Scotsman to throw them ''both'' in the street if he guessed at it. Erik found he had surprisingly few inhibitions about the relationship, but money was definitely one of them. Every time Charles, so much as paid for their hot dogs and beer while walking in the park, Erik suddenly felt like a kept man.
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"Ohhhh. Poor widdle Kitty!" Jubilee taunted. "You like me because I 'make' you do stuff you want to do, and then you can blame me for it..."
  
So he was in the worst possible humor that day, and had tried to walk off his shame and anger by making the whole trip on foot. The unusual sign had stopped him, and even intrigued him enough that he went inside the shop. A bell over the door rang when he entered, and an attractive bleached blonde American woman in an almost excessively fashionable dress came to wait on him. After a few typical commercial pleasantries and queries passed between them, the woman went to the back and extracted her husband from his workroom. Erik was surprised and a little disconcerted to see that he recognized him. And vice versa.
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Kitty blushed since it was uncomfortably close to the truth.
  
The tailor, after a moment of trying to place him, broke into a grin that seemed totally out of place to Erik’s way of thinking.
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"I don't see why you are so interested." Rogue threw at them coolly, tossing her hair and implying that their fascination was both juvenile and perverse. She found she was getting quite good at sounding more sophisticated than she actually was, and generally everyone bought it.
  
"Well if it isn’t B6808." He said. "So you moved to New York?"
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Jubilee would have none of it this time though.
  
"Yes." Was all he found he could say.
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"So," she demanded again, "where did you touch him exactly?"
  
"You been here long?"
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"His ''HAND''." Rogue maintained angrily.
  
"About a month" Erik replied.
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Jubilee snorted inelegantly. "That's not all, I heard."
  
"You coulda fooled me, B6. Your English is really good. Me, it took me the last five years to get my speech to sound American." Erik noticed that it did sound like like the tailor had been raised in Brooklyn, not Poland.  
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Kitty blushed more than ever, as Rogue glared at her.
  
Rolf went on: "You sound like you’ve been in England, or maybe Upstate for years."
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"All I said..." she began, in a whisper.
  
"I’ve been in Israel. I had an American friend there, who taught me English." He didn’t choose to mention that Charles taught it to him telepathically, and so well that Charles’ American friends mistook Erik for Charles on the phone. "He’s from Westchester, and went to University in England." Somehow he found himself offering more information than he usually did, and yet still felt awkward having a normal conversation with a man he had last seen when they both were boys assigned to a forced work detail involving removing gold dental work from corpses.
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"You two are perfectly perverted in your ideas." Rogue interrupted in the cool tone she had used earlier. "The man is seventy or more."
  
The blond lady seemed to recognize his uneasiness, and demanded "So, honey, aren’t you going to introduce us, and invite him in?"
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"And you blackmailed him." Jubilee pressed with the tiny scrap of information she had. "what did you blackmail him with, I wonder?"
  
"Oh, sorry, yeah." The man stumbled. "Only I don’t know his name, sweetie…"
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Rogue blushed, thinking that what she had blackmailed the Professor with would shock them all even more.
  
"I’m Erik Lenscherr."
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"And what is he doing for you in exchange?" Jubilee continued, making it sound like it had to be something quite rude.
  
"And I’m Rolf Lipchitz, NOT ''Ginger''." The Man replied. "And this is my wife, Rosie."
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"Oh, Jubes." Kitty put in. "It can't be anything like that! They were just talking about electricity after all..."
  
"Nee Simon. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lenscherr." The woman smiled dazzlingly, then turned to her husband and said: "Why ‘not Ginger’?"
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"You were listening in too!" Marie hissed, losing any semblance of cool in her outrage.
  
"Cause in the camp my name was ‘Ginger’, honey." He told his wife. "Let’s go into the back, and Erik will tell you all about it. It’ll be funnier that way…" Then he wrapped an arm around Erik’s shoulder and ushered him back to the workroom.
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"Well, I ...."
  
Erik was vaguely disconcerted that he was expected to tell a "funny" story to the man’s wife, and was further surprised by being handed a cold bottle of beer to ingest instead of tea or coffee. Happily, Lipchitz seemed inclined to tell Erik the complete story of his years since the war, including his sponsorship by an American cousin, his first job, his courtship of the delectable Rosie, and every detail of every fun place to go in a 200 mile radius that he had visited with his wife. The couple seemed to spend nearly every night out dancing, and every weekend out driving. Rosie, apparently had family money sufficient to set them up in business, and yet still have a bit to spare for any moderately priced amusement they wanted.
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Rogue didn't wait to listen to any explanation, but slammed out of the dorm in mortification and anger.
  
Two hours, and two more beers later, and already late for his appointment with Charles, Erik finally had relaxed, and felt ready to explain to Mrs. Lipchitz why her husband was called "Ginger".
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"I'm telling Professor Xavier!" she shouted as she left.
  
"In the camps, names weren’t allowed. We were all given
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"Oh, dear." Kitty fretted.
  
[http://www.chgs.umn.edu/Educational_Resources/Curriculum/Auschwitz_Tattooing/auschwitz_tattooing.html|numbers], or the guards would just call us ‘prisoner’"
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"Hmm." Jubilee mused. "I wonder if there really is something going on there.."
  
"Or less polite names…" Rolf interjected.
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"What do you mean?" Kitty asked in confusion. "Wasn't that the point?"
  
''Don’t'' tell me what they are." Rosie warned her spouse.
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"Nah." Jubilee answered. "I didn't think so. But it is such a kick to get a rise out of her, I thought it would be fun."
  
"Often prisoners had names for each other, but getting caught using them in front of the guards could get you punished."
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"You mean you don't really think there was anything funny going on between them?"
  
"Or dead." Rolf interjected again.
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"Of course not!" Jubilee gaped at her friend in amazement. "I mean the guy is seventy or something!"
  
"So there were no names." Erik continued. "But one day there was music playing, and no guards around and Rolf here started dancing to the music."
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"Oh."
  
"You would, honey." Rosie said. "But why was there music?"
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After a pause, Jubilee asked Kitty: "You don't think there was anything really going on do you?"
  
"They use’ta play music all the time in the camp, on big speakers. They had a whole prisoner orchestra that played music." Rolf explained.
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"I guess not." Kitty admitted reluctantly.
  
"You’re kidding." Rosie insisted.
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"I mean," Jubilee continued, "Bobby is nuts to be jealous."
  
"No, really, it’s true." Erik added. "They played it to soothe the guards or some such thing."
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"I guess." Kitty said flatly.
  
"I always thought it was to kill us slowly with German Schmaltz, like ‘The Blue Danube’ or ‘Villja’." Rolf theorized.
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"You guess?" Jubilee asked incredulously. "Like any red blooded girl would prefer that old fossil to a babe like Bobby Drake? Are you nuts?"
  
"Well, whatever the reason, there was some such music playing, and Rolf started dancing to it." Erik continued. "Just then a pair of guards came to where we were supposed to be working and saw him. They were both young, not much older than we were, and instead of getting angry, were amused. They insisted that he dance for them. They brought two more guards over to see him dance, and they thought it was funny too."
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"Well," Kitty felt compelled to point out. "he's very nice. He didn't say anything mean at all when I fell through the wall. He just took me to the infirmary, and pretended everything was normal and all, and...." Kitty trailed off as was her wont.
  
"Oh, you poor baby." Rosie said as she deposited herself on her husband’s lap.
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"And..." Jubilee demanded.
  
"Finally they all got into making jokes about dancers they had seen in American films, and asked him if he thought he was Fred Astaire. He said ‘No’, and then one of the guards said ‘No, he’s Ginger Rogers!’ and after that they all called him ‘Ginger’ and insisted we call him that too." It was just the sort of trivial cruelty that boys who volunteered for camp guard duty thought was fun.
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"And....for a fossil," Kitty insisted, "he's pretty cute."
  
Although Erik didn’t feel he told the story in a funny manner, his audience still laughed politely, and said to her husband "Well, I think you dance much more like Gene Kelley, honey, you’ve got ''swing!''
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For the first time in their friendship, the loquacious Jubilee was at a loss for words.
  
"So, Erik." Lipchitz inquired, "Do you have a girl?"
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"So Mister Lenscherr," Remy asked eagerly, "Would you like to see the computer lab?"
  
Erik nearly choked on his beer at the sudden change in the conversation.
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"That's all right." Erik tried shrugging him off, "I think I know the way."
  
"Um, no."
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"Oh, it's no problem." Remy insisted, and led him there anyway. Once there he still fussed at him. "Can I get you anything? Do you need help logging on?"
  
"Never mind, he can take Fanny, or Nina." Rosie said.
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"NO." Erik said, more sharply than he wished to. "That is, I'll be fine, thank you."
  
"Fanny dances like a poster girl for the March of Dimes." Her spouse objected.
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"Do you need coffee or anything?" The boy asked, not seeing that Magneto wanted him gone.
  
"Excuse me." Erik broke in. "What exactly are we talking about?"
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"No." Erik maintained. "I just need some quiet time to send some e-mail."
  
"It’s Friday." Rolf explained. "This is America! You should go dancing with a girl and have some fun."
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"Oh." Remy finally took the hint and left.
  
Before Erik could successfully interject again, the Lipchitz’s got into a heated debate over which dance club to go to and which of Rosie’s female relations should be Erik’s date. After they had negotiated peace on an inexpensive club in Brooklyn, and Nina for a date, Erik was finally allowed back into the conversation.
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Actually, Erik was dying for coffee, and had no idea how to log on, but he was tired of having Remy follow him like a puppy. He had no idea what he had done to earn the Cajun boy's hero worship, but it was wearing thin as an amusement after two days.
  
"I’m afraid that I have to meet up with my friend and go back to Westchester tonight. I’m sorry." He said, surprised to realize that he actually was.
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"He thinks if he hangs around you," a voice explained from a dark corner of the lab in a sepulchral tone, "that it will rub off."
  
Another flurry of conversation ensued, and Erik found himself pressured into telephoning Charles at the bookstore to ask if he wanted to go dancing as well. Charles, curious about anything to do with Erik’s mysterious past agreed, to the amazement of Erik.
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"And, what," Erik asked Bobby, "is supposed to rub off?"
  
Belatedly, they all remembered the original purpose of Erik’s visit to the shop. Rolf took measurements, and Erik chose two styles and fabrics from a sample book in great rapidity, trying to finish before Charles arrived.
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"What ever it is that you do for Rogue." Bobby replied, his normally cheery tone still absent.
  
Section where the Lipchitzs' shanghai Charles and Erik onto a double date with Fanny and Nina. Rolf explains his philosophy. Too much alcohol is imbibed. Fanny and Nina are goofballs. Charles manages to offend Rolf. Erik pours Charles home. (This section awaits information on NYC swing dance clubs in 1950 before it can be written. If you have information on this topic please write me at  so I can get this important bit of exposition done for the story).
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"Ah." Erik sighed in comprehension. "I take it that Marie is very much admired by the boys here."
  
Back in the present, Erik has his fitting with Rolf and Sylvie. Sylvie is dressed very conservatively in a "preppy" style, because she is planning on going with David to meet his Dad (Charles) after the fitting. David and Sylvie are now engaged. Rolf disapproves. (Awaiting the above.)
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Nothing but a brooding silence emanated from the dark corner.
  
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"You do know," Erik tried to assure the boy, "that all I'm doing is helping her practice touching people without killing them."
  
After his fitting, he strolled back towards his car in an amiable frame of mind, humming "I Love New York in June". As he dug in his pocket for his keys two young men walked up to him and came close enough to nearly startle him. One shoved at the middle of his chest and shouted.
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"That's what Professor Xavier said." Bobby said in a tone that implied he didn't believe the belated explanation the students received on Sunday night.
  
"GIMME YOUR WALLET!"
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"You don't seem to realize that you are the most likely beneficiary, if we succeed." Erik bent a knowing smile in the direction of the corner, willing the boy to respond.
  
The other circled around behind him and shoved a blunt metal object into the back of his torso, in a manner that suggested he was a business associate of the shouting thug.
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He did: "What do you mean?" Bobby inquired suspiciously.
  
Erik remained unmoved. He allowed his gaze to take in the appearance of the two young men. The shouting one was twitching with withdrawal from some drug, and both were clearly masterpieces of some body modification parlor.
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"Well." Erik pointed out. "If Rogue can suddenly manage to touch people, who do you think she is likely to 'grab' first? Logan isn't here, I'm old enough to be her grandfather, and Mr. LeBeau, I sense, is the sort of boy who chases girls so much, they get in the habit of running away..."
  
"My!" he smiled at them, disingenuously. "What very interesting piercings you boys have everywhere."
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"I don't know why you suppose she would..."
  
"GIMMIE YOUR WALLET, YOU OLD FART OR WE’LL PIERCE YOU!!"
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care about you?" Erik smiled, as Bobby emerged hopefully from the corner. ''"God,"'' he thought, ''"was I ever as naive and easy to manipulate as this?"'' Heshifted a chair into place near his own, and the boy flopped into it. ''"Probably not."''
  
The man behind him decided to cock the pistol for emphasis, like he had probably seen villains do in action movies. Erik was now even more amused.
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"Do you think she does care?" Bobby asked.
  
"Indeed, it would seem that you even have piercings in places ''I'' personally would consider highly uncomfortable…." He smiled.
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''"Definitely never as easy as this."'' Magneto decided, then said: "Well, she seemed rather concerned when you were knocked unconscious."
  
"How do you know that?" The less twitchy one asked, grabbing Erik by the shoulder.
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"She did?"
  
"The same way I know how to do ''this''." Erik replied, suiting his action to his words, and then stepped over the pair of writhing, screaming men to his car, humming cheerily again:
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"Yes." He had Bobby's rapt attention now, and suddenly realized that he had charmed the boy like a snake, without having a useful reason for doing so. Of course, it never hurt to try to recruit allies or followers, but it struck him as funny that he was so much in the habit of doing so that he was automatically picking up admirers among Charles' students like his clothes picked up lint. What could he have the boy do that was useful?
  
''"I Love New York in June,
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"I don't suppose you could show me how to get on the Internet?" Erik asked, hopefully. "I was thinking that I might as well spend my spare time here catching up on all the computer things I've grown behind on in the last few years."
  
How about you?
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"I thought you said you were sending email." Bobby mentioned.
  
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"I'm afraid I said that in order to get rid of Mr. LeBeau." Erik admitted, with a conspiratorial smile. "I'm afraid his chasing me about makes me want to run too..."
  
How about you?"''
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Bobby smiled back, and leaned forward to grab the mouse with pleasure. "Well, Mr. Lenscherr, " he said, enjoying the unaccustomed power that kids get when they know more about a subject than their professors do, "you are going to have lots of fun on the Internet."
  
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Bobby was mooning over Rogue again and Kitty was highly irritated. Bobby seemed to have forgotten her existence entirely, and hadn't even apologized for knocking her through the wall in the three days since that humiliating incident.
  
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For the first two days she could chalk up the omission to his own injuries, and the rather depressed way he had been moping about, nursing his own shame. But today, in their first class, he came in looking like a ray of sunshine, ''"Humming for heaven's sake!"'' she thought, and sat next to Rogue, not her as he'd done before. He topped it off by spending most of the hour flirting with Rogue, ogling Rogue, and passing stupid ice sculptures to Rogue, right under Kitty's nose.
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The normally pacific Kitty was ready to kill. She just wasn't sure which of them she should kill first.
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She was also feeling less than charitable towards the Professor, since he could hardly have missed what was going on, and yet hadn't said a word. Normally, he'd have jerked Bobby back to attention in an instant....at least he always did when Bobby flirted with her. Instead he smiled quietly to himself, and pretended not to see what Bobby was doing. Something was going on that made it all "different" and she was determined to figure out what it was.
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Getting detention from Professor Xavier yesterday, had not sweetened her mood either. Rogue had "told" as threatened, and so she was stuck for hours doing an extra 10 page essay on "ethics" for punishment for the wall incident.
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She couldn't confide in her friend, Jubilee, since Jubes and she had got in a fight on the very subject of Bobby's attractions two days before. Running to Jubes and complaining that Bobby was ignoring her after declaring again, only yesterday, falsely, that she thought he was only "so-so" looking, would sound like defeat.
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So Kitty went off to a corner of the grounds to have lunch by herself, and figure out a plan for vengeance.
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" Rogue, I'm getting concerned that with the short length of your lessons, Magneto may easily find the time to cook up some trouble." Professor Xavier began. He had pulled Marie aside during lunch for a private conference in his office.
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"I'm sorry, Professor." Marie conceded. "It's just that the lessons haven't been going well at all, and I keep hurting Mr. Lenscherr."
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"Hurting him?" Charles' incredulity at that statement was palpable. Rogue explained about the way the lessons were conducted, and Charles promised to try to think out a better method of working that might make longer lessons possible.
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"However," he went on, "even if the lessons might be extended to go for an hour or two a day, they certainly would not be so time-consuming as to keep him out of trouble for an extended period." Charles thought he should impress upon Marie the dire consequences of her blackmail. Since Marie had created this dubious situation, he felt that sharing the trouble of dealing with it with her was appropriate. If she was going to play games with adults like Magneto, she would need to learn that there were responsibilities and problems that went along with such games.
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"He has been fine so far, Professor" she pointed out. "He's settled into Logan's old room, and everything has been fine."
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"It's been only three days, Rogue." Xavier countered. "Even Erik could not manage to hatch a whole new plan for world domination and the overthrow of the government in three days!"
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"Well," Rogue asked, "does he have any other hobbies?"
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Jubilee couldn't eat her lunch. Her curiosity was burning up her appetite. First, Professor Xavier pulled aside Rogue for a "private conference' that she was itching to find out about. She went looking for Kitty to help listening through the wall, only to find that her friend had run off somewhere and could not be found. That was second. Kitty seemed like she couldn't tie her shoelaces without asking Jube's opinion normally, yet obviously, she was now off doing something behind her back. It was so out of character, she wondered if Kitty was quite well, or had actually got bonked on the head a bit too hard when falling through the wall.
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Then for thirds, she went to look for Remy and Bobby, to at least speculate and argue on what was going on in the Professor's office, and they were not out having lunch either. She realized that most of the other older boys were absent as well. Something very weird was going on, she was certain.
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In a flash of inspiration, she headed for the computer room.
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"All you need to do to find stuff is type in search terms to an engine like Google or AltaVista," Bobby explained to Erik. The fascinated throng of boys clustered around the monitor, eager to watch what Mr. Lenscherr might type in for his virgin surfing experience.
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Erik decided not to type in anything that might be a problem if it got back to Xavier. He typed in the safest possible topics: "mutant" and "friendship" and hit the "enter" key.
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Immediately, the screen filled with a list of sites.
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"Now, you can click on each one, " Bobby added, "and see what the search brought up."
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Erik did so, one at a time, experimentally.
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"HOT MUTANT BABES WANT TO MEET YOU!" The first site announced in flashing block letters, as an animated slideshow of various scantily dressed and generously endowed "mutie" girls flicked in a loop on the right side of the screen. In a smaller font, the site said: "Correspond with mutant girls seeking pen-pals for friendship, love and marriage. Visa and MasterCard accepted."
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Erik, torn between fascination and horror, gaped like a fish at this wonder of modern technology and communication.
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Recovering quickly, he asked, "how do I get back to the list?"
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"Hit the 'back' button." someone suggested.
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He did so, repeatedly, but all that happened was his browser became entangled in a Java trap laid by the evil webmaster of the "HOT BABES" site. The screen was a whirr of scrolling text banners, pop up animated windows, and photos of half naked bodies, that steadfastly increased in numbers as he tried to exit.
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Bobby, took control of the mouse, and with a few clicks forced the browser back to the list.
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At the next site on the list, he was presented with an image of a pretty mutant woman, photographed rather badly, sitting on a beach somewhere in Indonesia. She too seemed unusually well endowed, and was wearing a rather virulently pink bathing suit in a size he would have judged to be rather too small for her figure. Her page declared, "I like long walks on the beach, Country Western Swing, and romantic movies." There was an irritating midi file that then loaded with a howl, that seemed to be an attempt at a rendition of "Stand by Your Man", but Erik couldn't be quite sure. He read on: "I am seeking friendship with a mature, marriage minded Christian gentleman, who wants children. Please send correspondence to..."
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He backed out of that one as well, when "Stand by Your Man", or whatever it was, reached an ear splitting crescendo.
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The next site appeared to be nearly a clone of the first, down to the colors of the fonts, however, the scantily dressed figures were male mutants, who, in this case were labeled: "Correspond with gay mutant boys seeking pen-pals for friendship, love and hot gay sex." Credit cards were also accepted there.
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Bobby backed Erik out of a similar Java trap (including all the same pop up windows as before), and they reached a text-only page of mutant personals listings.
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"DIMINUTIVE TOAD-BOY," one began in caps, "Longs to please...."
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''"Oh, God." ''Erik thought. ''"Morty still hasn't fixed that
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Magneto read down several other ads in the listing, in simple curiosity at viewing this portion of the mutant world of which he had previously been unaware, but found himself faintly uncomfortable doing so with a flock of teenage boys watching his every move. He backed out of that page also, and went onto the next.
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"Gay African-American Mutants for Christ" another page announced, " is a non-profit organization bringing together Gay mutant Christians for friendship, prayer, and dating. We meet regularly on Tuesday evenings at 7pm at the Baptist Church of Christ on Lombard Street....."
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Jubilee decided that somebody must have slipped LSD into the O.J. this morning. She had no sooner discovered that Mr. Lenscherr was surfing sex sites with the boys in the computer room, than she caught Kitty slipping into his room furtively. Kitty never did anything like that without prodding.
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She hovered in the hallway, and nabbed Kitty when she went out the wall again.
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"EEkk!" Kitty squeaked in surprise.
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"Shhh." Jubilee hissed. "They are all down the hall in the lab, keep your voice down."
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"What are you doing here?" Kitty tried to ask casually, to poor effect.
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"What am ''I'' doing here?" Jubilee hissed back, pulling Kitty downstairs into the comparative privacy of the main floor hallway. "What are ''YOU'' doing here? And what are you doing in Mr. Lenscherr's room?"
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"Perhaps," Charles considered it was possible, "But I would prefer that he be scheduled into some sort of activity we can monitor. I was thinking that I might ask him to teach one of the subjects at the school, since the official explanation of his presence here, that we have been giving to the press, is that he has come here to teach."
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"Perfect!" Rogue smiled at him brightly, thinking with annoyance that he had decided this before she ever came in, and had fretted away her hunch hour just to punish her for creating the situation in the first place.
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"Not really a punishment," Xavier answered her thought, "more in the way of a lesson."
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Rogue dropped the false smile and glared at the Professor.
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He remained unperturbed. "You have in common with Erik the habit of jumping into actions without considering all the negative consequences."
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"So what subject have you decided he should teach?" Rogue changed the topic.
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"Well, physics is his forte, as is one of mine, and I could ask him to cover my classes, on the grounds I've been feeling poorly."
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"Yes but how long can you convince him of that?"
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"Not long I fear." Charles smiled at her, "I have to admit, I'm feeling positively cheery lately that he is here again. We had planned the school, and built it, with the intent we should both run it together. I can't help hoping that if we can keep him here long enough that he gets involved in the students and the school, that we could belatedly bring him back into the fold."
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Rogue doubted this, but felt that if it were possible, Magneto would probably like that as much as the Professor would. She was certain that the years he had spent with Charles in Westchester, setting the place up, were among Erik's happiest.
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"Is there a subject," she asked, "that you don't presently teach, that Mr. Lenscherr could start teaching?"
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Charles appeared to consider that for a moment, then brightened with an almost evil grin.
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"There is not only one," he said, "but two! What is more, they are both subjects he berated me for not putting into the planned curriculum. He won't be able to resist if I tell him I've decided I was wrong, and want to include them."
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"So?" Rogue was excited, she didn't remember "remembering" anything about this. "What are they?"
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"Combat," Xavier said, "and Applied Physics."
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"What is 'Applied Physics'?" Rogue asked.
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"It's where you make things, like that Mutation machine, or Cerebro, or any other invention of the sort---Erik loves that kind of thing, and he his very good at it."
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"Isn't that dangerous?" Rogue asked, not anxious to find herself experimentally strapped to the latest fun device Magneto might create, class project or not.
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"With a dozen teenagers 'helping' him every minute?" Charles scoffed, "How much trouble can he get into with Bobby, St. John and Remy looking over his shoulder the whole time?"
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"Mutant Teens and their Pets" was the next title that appeared on the screen, and Erik wondered why, with such a safe, wholesome subject as "The natural friendship between girls and their favorite animals", he would have to click on a "You must be over 18 to enter" button to actually see the teens with their favorite animals.
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After he did, he was in no doubt about why. Nothing the High Evolutionary ever did with livestock mutation really seemed quite as perverse as what these otherwise squeaky clean "farm girl" looking young ladies seemed to be doing with their 4-H projects.
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"It seems," Erik finally concluded, "that Senator Kelly is actually right about something after all. There does seem to be a lot of sex on the Internet."
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"Yeah!" Remy enthused. "Isn't it great?!!"
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"I want to get even with Rogue for ratting on me to the Professor." Kitty told her friend with unaccustomed vigor. Her motivations vis-à-vis Bobby she wasn't ready to share with Jubilee yet.
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"So?" Jubilee hung on to her original question, like a dog on a bone. "What does that have to do with Magneto's room? You aren't seriously hot after him, are you?"
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"No!" She popped back, thinking they had been through this before. "I was in his room because it was Logan's old room. I was looking to see if he left anything behind that I could use to annoy Rogue."
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"That is so lame." Jubilee snorted. "Did you find anything?"
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"Not really." Kitty admitted with a sigh.
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"And you didn't even bother to go through Mr. Lenscherr's stuff?"
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"Well, I did a bit," she admitted "in case I might find out something useful, but there wasn't really anything interesting there either."
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"Well, he had two big suitcases full of stuff on Sunday," Jubilee pointed out. "There must have been something in them!"
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"Lots of clothes, mostly," she said, then considered: "there was one weird thing, he had five steel ball bearings, about the size of golf balls in with his socks."
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Marie was finally allowed to leave and eat by Xavier.
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Private Lessons Part 2Private Lessons Part 2, Boys and GirlsAuthor: TheCostumer

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Characters: Rogue, Magneto, Bobby, Charles & the "kids".Part of the

Tara@costumes.orgWhatever Remains Series

Rating: PG-13 for salacious Internet surfing.

Summary: The kids are pitched into jealous battles as the girls try to uncover secrets, and the boys teach Erik about the Internet. Mostly silly stuff.

Boys and Girls

"So what were you really doing in there?" Jubilee pressed again, apparently not accepting Professor Xavier's explanation that Rogue had been getting lessons in controlling her "gift" from "Magneto.

"I told you!" Marie snapped. "He's helping me to touch people without killing them."

"So?" Jubilee continued, wanting more information. "Like, where did you touch him?"

"Don't be gross!" Kitty objected.

"Oh shut up!" Jubilee countered. "You were looking

"Only because you made me!"

"Ohhhh. Poor widdle Kitty!" Jubilee taunted. "You like me because I 'make' you do stuff you want to do, and then you can blame me for it..."

Kitty blushed since it was uncomfortably close to the truth.

"I don't see why you are so interested." Rogue threw at them coolly, tossing her hair and implying that their fascination was both juvenile and perverse. She found she was getting quite good at sounding more sophisticated than she actually was, and generally everyone bought it.

Jubilee would have none of it this time though.

"So," she demanded again, "where did you touch him exactly?"

"His HAND." Rogue maintained angrily.

Jubilee snorted inelegantly. "That's not all, I heard."

Kitty blushed more than ever, as Rogue glared at her.

"All I said..." she began, in a whisper.

"You two are perfectly perverted in your ideas." Rogue interrupted in the cool tone she had used earlier. "The man is seventy or more."

"And you blackmailed him." Jubilee pressed with the tiny scrap of information she had. "what did you blackmail him with, I wonder?"

Rogue blushed, thinking that what she had blackmailed the Professor with would shock them all even more.

"And what is he doing for you in exchange?" Jubilee continued, making it sound like it had to be something quite rude.

"Oh, Jubes." Kitty put in. "It can't be anything like that! They were just talking about electricity after all..."

"You were listening in too!" Marie hissed, losing any semblance of cool in her outrage.

"Well, I ...."

Rogue didn't wait to listen to any explanation, but slammed out of the dorm in mortification and anger.

"I'm telling Professor Xavier!" she shouted as she left.

"Oh, dear." Kitty fretted.

"Hmm." Jubilee mused. "I wonder if there really is something going on there.."

"What do you mean?" Kitty asked in confusion. "Wasn't that the point?"

"Nah." Jubilee answered. "I didn't think so. But it is such a kick to get a rise out of her, I thought it would be fun."

"You mean you don't really think there was anything funny going on between them?"

"Of course not!" Jubilee gaped at her friend in amazement. "I mean the guy is seventy or something!"

"Oh."

After a pause, Jubilee asked Kitty: "You don't think there was anything really going on do you?"

"I guess not." Kitty admitted reluctantly.

"I mean," Jubilee continued, "Bobby is nuts to be jealous."

"I guess." Kitty said flatly.

"You guess?" Jubilee asked incredulously. "Like any red blooded girl would prefer that old fossil to a babe like Bobby Drake? Are you nuts?"

"Well," Kitty felt compelled to point out. "he's very nice. He didn't say anything mean at all when I fell through the wall. He just took me to the infirmary, and pretended everything was normal and all, and...." Kitty trailed off as was her wont.

"And..." Jubilee demanded.

"And....for a fossil," Kitty insisted, "he's pretty cute."

For the first time in their friendship, the loquacious Jubilee was at a loss for words.

"So Mister Lenscherr," Remy asked eagerly, "Would you like to see the computer lab?"

"That's all right." Erik tried shrugging him off, "I think I know the way."

"Oh, it's no problem." Remy insisted, and led him there anyway. Once there he still fussed at him. "Can I get you anything? Do you need help logging on?"

"NO." Erik said, more sharply than he wished to. "That is, I'll be fine, thank you."

"Do you need coffee or anything?" The boy asked, not seeing that Magneto wanted him gone.

"No." Erik maintained. "I just need some quiet time to send some e-mail."

"Oh." Remy finally took the hint and left.

Actually, Erik was dying for coffee, and had no idea how to log on, but he was tired of having Remy follow him like a puppy. He had no idea what he had done to earn the Cajun boy's hero worship, but it was wearing thin as an amusement after two days.

"He thinks if he hangs around you," a voice explained from a dark corner of the lab in a sepulchral tone, "that it will rub off."

"And, what," Erik asked Bobby, "is supposed to rub off?"

"What ever it is that you do for Rogue." Bobby replied, his normally cheery tone still absent.

"Ah." Erik sighed in comprehension. "I take it that Marie is very much admired by the boys here."

Nothing but a brooding silence emanated from the dark corner.

"You do know," Erik tried to assure the boy, "that all I'm doing is helping her practice touching people without killing them."

"That's what Professor Xavier said." Bobby said in a tone that implied he didn't believe the belated explanation the students received on Sunday night.

"You don't seem to realize that you are the most likely beneficiary, if we succeed." Erik bent a knowing smile in the direction of the corner, willing the boy to respond.

He did: "What do you mean?" Bobby inquired suspiciously.

"Well." Erik pointed out. "If Rogue can suddenly manage to touch people, who do you think she is likely to 'grab' first? Logan isn't here, I'm old enough to be her grandfather, and Mr. LeBeau, I sense, is the sort of boy who chases girls so much, they get in the habit of running away..."

"I don't know why you suppose she would..."

care about you?" Erik smiled, as Bobby emerged hopefully from the corner. "God," he thought, "was I ever as naive and easy to manipulate as this?" Heshifted a chair into place near his own, and the boy flopped into it. "Probably not."

"Do you think she does care?" Bobby asked.

"Definitely never as easy as this." Magneto decided, then said: "Well, she seemed rather concerned when you were knocked unconscious."

"She did?"

"Yes." He had Bobby's rapt attention now, and suddenly realized that he had charmed the boy like a snake, without having a useful reason for doing so. Of course, it never hurt to try to recruit allies or followers, but it struck him as funny that he was so much in the habit of doing so that he was automatically picking up admirers among Charles' students like his clothes picked up lint. What could he have the boy do that was useful?

"I don't suppose you could show me how to get on the Internet?" Erik asked, hopefully. "I was thinking that I might as well spend my spare time here catching up on all the computer things I've grown behind on in the last few years."

"I thought you said you were sending email." Bobby mentioned.

"I'm afraid I said that in order to get rid of Mr. LeBeau." Erik admitted, with a conspiratorial smile. "I'm afraid his chasing me about makes me want to run too..."

Bobby smiled back, and leaned forward to grab the mouse with pleasure. "Well, Mr. Lenscherr, " he said, enjoying the unaccustomed power that kids get when they know more about a subject than their professors do, "you are going to have lots of fun on the Internet."

Bobby was mooning over Rogue again and Kitty was highly irritated. Bobby seemed to have forgotten her existence entirely, and hadn't even apologized for knocking her through the wall in the three days since that humiliating incident.

For the first two days she could chalk up the omission to his own injuries, and the rather depressed way he had been moping about, nursing his own shame. But today, in their first class, he came in looking like a ray of sunshine, "Humming for heaven's sake!" she thought, and sat next to Rogue, not her as he'd done before. He topped it off by spending most of the hour flirting with Rogue, ogling Rogue, and passing stupid ice sculptures to Rogue, right under Kitty's nose.

The normally pacific Kitty was ready to kill. She just wasn't sure which of them she should kill first.

She was also feeling less than charitable towards the Professor, since he could hardly have missed what was going on, and yet hadn't said a word. Normally, he'd have jerked Bobby back to attention in an instant....at least he always did when Bobby flirted with her. Instead he smiled quietly to himself, and pretended not to see what Bobby was doing. Something was going on that made it all "different" and she was determined to figure out what it was.

Getting detention from Professor Xavier yesterday, had not sweetened her mood either. Rogue had "told" as threatened, and so she was stuck for hours doing an extra 10 page essay on "ethics" for punishment for the wall incident.

She couldn't confide in her friend, Jubilee, since Jubes and she had got in a fight on the very subject of Bobby's attractions two days before. Running to Jubes and complaining that Bobby was ignoring her after declaring again, only yesterday, falsely, that she thought he was only "so-so" looking, would sound like defeat.

So Kitty went off to a corner of the grounds to have lunch by herself, and figure out a plan for vengeance.

" Rogue, I'm getting concerned that with the short length of your lessons, Magneto may easily find the time to cook up some trouble." Professor Xavier began. He had pulled Marie aside during lunch for a private conference in his office.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Marie conceded. "It's just that the lessons haven't been going well at all, and I keep hurting Mr. Lenscherr."

"Hurting him?" Charles' incredulity at that statement was palpable. Rogue explained about the way the lessons were conducted, and Charles promised to try to think out a better method of working that might make longer lessons possible.

"However," he went on, "even if the lessons might be extended to go for an hour or two a day, they certainly would not be so time-consuming as to keep him out of trouble for an extended period." Charles thought he should impress upon Marie the dire consequences of her blackmail. Since Marie had created this dubious situation, he felt that sharing the trouble of dealing with it with her was appropriate. If she was going to play games with adults like Magneto, she would need to learn that there were responsibilities and problems that went along with such games.

"He has been fine so far, Professor" she pointed out. "He's settled into Logan's old room, and everything has been fine."

"It's been only three days, Rogue." Xavier countered. "Even Erik could not manage to hatch a whole new plan for world domination and the overthrow of the government in three days!"

"Well," Rogue asked, "does he have any other hobbies?"

Jubilee couldn't eat her lunch. Her curiosity was burning up her appetite. First, Professor Xavier pulled aside Rogue for a "private conference' that she was itching to find out about. She went looking for Kitty to help listening through the wall, only to find that her friend had run off somewhere and could not be found. That was second. Kitty seemed like she couldn't tie her shoelaces without asking Jube's opinion normally, yet obviously, she was now off doing something behind her back. It was so out of character, she wondered if Kitty was quite well, or had actually got bonked on the head a bit too hard when falling through the wall.

Then for thirds, she went to look for Remy and Bobby, to at least speculate and argue on what was going on in the Professor's office, and they were not out having lunch either. She realized that most of the other older boys were absent as well. Something very weird was going on, she was certain.

In a flash of inspiration, she headed for the computer room.

"All you need to do to find stuff is type in search terms to an engine like Google or AltaVista," Bobby explained to Erik. The fascinated throng of boys clustered around the monitor, eager to watch what Mr. Lenscherr might type in for his virgin surfing experience.

Erik decided not to type in anything that might be a problem if it got back to Xavier. He typed in the safest possible topics: "mutant" and "friendship" and hit the "enter" key.

Immediately, the screen filled with a list of sites.

"Now, you can click on each one, " Bobby added, "and see what the search brought up."

Erik did so, one at a time, experimentally.

"HOT MUTANT BABES WANT TO MEET YOU!" The first site announced in flashing block letters, as an animated slideshow of various scantily dressed and generously endowed "mutie" girls flicked in a loop on the right side of the screen. In a smaller font, the site said: "Correspond with mutant girls seeking pen-pals for friendship, love and marriage. Visa and MasterCard accepted."

Erik, torn between fascination and horror, gaped like a fish at this wonder of modern technology and communication.

Recovering quickly, he asked, "how do I get back to the list?"

"Hit the 'back' button." someone suggested.

He did so, repeatedly, but all that happened was his browser became entangled in a Java trap laid by the evil webmaster of the "HOT BABES" site. The screen was a whirr of scrolling text banners, pop up animated windows, and photos of half naked bodies, that steadfastly increased in numbers as he tried to exit.

Bobby, took control of the mouse, and with a few clicks forced the browser back to the list.

At the next site on the list, he was presented with an image of a pretty mutant woman, photographed rather badly, sitting on a beach somewhere in Indonesia. She too seemed unusually well endowed, and was wearing a rather virulently pink bathing suit in a size he would have judged to be rather too small for her figure. Her page declared, "I like long walks on the beach, Country Western Swing, and romantic movies." There was an irritating midi file that then loaded with a howl, that seemed to be an attempt at a rendition of "Stand by Your Man", but Erik couldn't be quite sure. He read on: "I am seeking friendship with a mature, marriage minded Christian gentleman, who wants children. Please send correspondence to..."

He backed out of that one as well, when "Stand by Your Man", or whatever it was, reached an ear splitting crescendo.

The next site appeared to be nearly a clone of the first, down to the colors of the fonts, however, the scantily dressed figures were male mutants, who, in this case were labeled: "Correspond with gay mutant boys seeking pen-pals for friendship, love and hot gay sex." Credit cards were also accepted there.

Bobby backed Erik out of a similar Java trap (including all the same pop up windows as before), and they reached a text-only page of mutant personals listings.

"DIMINUTIVE TOAD-BOY," one began in caps, "Longs to please...."

"Oh, God." Erik thought. "Morty still hasn't fixed that

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Magneto read down several other ads in the listing, in simple curiosity at viewing this portion of the mutant world of which he had previously been unaware, but found himself faintly uncomfortable doing so with a flock of teenage boys watching his every move. He backed out of that page also, and went onto the next.

"Gay African-American Mutants for Christ" another page announced, " is a non-profit organization bringing together Gay mutant Christians for friendship, prayer, and dating. We meet regularly on Tuesday evenings at 7pm at the Baptist Church of Christ on Lombard Street....."

Jubilee decided that somebody must have slipped LSD into the O.J. this morning. She had no sooner discovered that Mr. Lenscherr was surfing sex sites with the boys in the computer room, than she caught Kitty slipping into his room furtively. Kitty never did anything like that without prodding.

She hovered in the hallway, and nabbed Kitty when she went out the wall again.

"EEkk!" Kitty squeaked in surprise.

"Shhh." Jubilee hissed. "They are all down the hall in the lab, keep your voice down."

"What are you doing here?" Kitty tried to ask casually, to poor effect.

"What am I doing here?" Jubilee hissed back, pulling Kitty downstairs into the comparative privacy of the main floor hallway. "What are YOU doing here? And what are you doing in Mr. Lenscherr's room?"

"Maybe we could get him interested in doing something non-violent that wastes a lot of time" Marie suggested to Xavier.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, Bobby said he was going to show him how to surf the Net today at lunch," Rogue said, "and lots of the kids spend hours and hours every day doing that..."

"Perhaps," Charles considered it was possible, "But I would prefer that he be scheduled into some sort of activity we can monitor. I was thinking that I might ask him to teach one of the subjects at the school, since the official explanation of his presence here, that we have been giving to the press, is that he has come here to teach."

"Perfect!" Rogue smiled at him brightly, thinking with annoyance that he had decided this before she ever came in, and had fretted away her hunch hour just to punish her for creating the situation in the first place.

"Not really a punishment," Xavier answered her thought, "more in the way of a lesson."

Rogue dropped the false smile and glared at the Professor.

He remained unperturbed. "You have in common with Erik the habit of jumping into actions without considering all the negative consequences."

"So what subject have you decided he should teach?" Rogue changed the topic.

"Well, physics is his forte, as is one of mine, and I could ask him to cover my classes, on the grounds I've been feeling poorly."

"Yes but how long can you convince him of that?"

"Not long I fear." Charles smiled at her, "I have to admit, I'm feeling positively cheery lately that he is here again. We had planned the school, and built it, with the intent we should both run it together. I can't help hoping that if we can keep him here long enough that he gets involved in the students and the school, that we could belatedly bring him back into the fold."

Rogue doubted this, but felt that if it were possible, Magneto would probably like that as much as the Professor would. She was certain that the years he had spent with Charles in Westchester, setting the place up, were among Erik's happiest.

"Is there a subject," she asked, "that you don't presently teach, that Mr. Lenscherr could start teaching?"

Charles appeared to consider that for a moment, then brightened with an almost evil grin.

"There is not only one," he said, "but two! What is more, they are both subjects he berated me for not putting into the planned curriculum. He won't be able to resist if I tell him I've decided I was wrong, and want to include them."

"So?" Rogue was excited, she didn't remember "remembering" anything about this. "What are they?"

"Combat," Xavier said, "and Applied Physics."

"What is 'Applied Physics'?" Rogue asked.

"It's where you make things, like that Mutation machine, or Cerebro, or any other invention of the sort---Erik loves that kind of thing, and he his very good at it."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Rogue asked, not anxious to find herself experimentally strapped to the latest fun device Magneto might create, class project or not.

"With a dozen teenagers 'helping' him every minute?" Charles scoffed, "How much trouble can he get into with Bobby, St. John and Remy looking over his shoulder the whole time?"

"Mutant Teens and their Pets" was the next title that appeared on the screen, and Erik wondered why, with such a safe, wholesome subject as "The natural friendship between girls and their favorite animals", he would have to click on a "You must be over 18 to enter" button to actually see the teens with their favorite animals.

After he did, he was in no doubt about why. Nothing the High Evolutionary ever did with livestock mutation really seemed quite as perverse as what these otherwise squeaky clean "farm girl" looking young ladies seemed to be doing with their 4-H projects.

"It seems," Erik finally concluded, "that Senator Kelly is actually right about something after all. There does seem to be a lot of sex on the Internet."

"Yeah!" Remy enthused. "Isn't it great?!!"

"I want to get even with Rogue for ratting on me to the Professor." Kitty told her friend with unaccustomed vigor. Her motivations vis-à-vis Bobby she wasn't ready to share with Jubilee yet.

"So?" Jubilee hung on to her original question, like a dog on a bone. "What does that have to do with Magneto's room? You aren't seriously hot after him, are you?"

"No!" She popped back, thinking they had been through this before. "I was in his room because it was Logan's old room. I was looking to see if he left anything behind that I could use to annoy Rogue."

"That is so lame." Jubilee snorted. "Did you find anything?"

"Not really." Kitty admitted with a sigh.

"And you didn't even bother to go through Mr. Lenscherr's stuff?"

"Well, I did a bit," she admitted "in case I might find out something useful, but there wasn't really anything interesting there either."

"Well, he had two big suitcases full of stuff on Sunday," Jubilee pointed out. "There must have been something in them!"

"Lots of clothes, mostly," she said, then considered: "there was one weird thing, he had five steel ball bearings, about the size of golf balls in with his socks."

Marie was finally allowed to leave and eat by Xavier.

She was cynically thinking that she would have all of five minutes to scarf down her lunch before History class, and so was running out the door without looking.

"He has STEEL BALLS??!!" Jubilee exclaimed, as Rogue nearly bumped into Kitty, then stopped, hands on hips, looking at both of them with scorn.

"You two!" Rogue sneered, "Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"

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