A/N: Most of you are probably skip most authors' notes, but this one is essential if you want to understand the story. The story so far is this: After the pressures of being exposed mutants in high school, the Professor has decided that the students deserve some time off. The trip they take is kind of an alternative choice to "Cruise Control" with a few exceptions. Scott and Jean are not yet together, yes, Jean and Duncan have broken up, but Scott and Jean aren't quite sure what stage they're at in their relationship. Kitty and Lance are still together as are Amanda and Kurt. John and Remy are living at the Institute (mainly because we love those two and couldn't bear not to have them in the story). John is interested in Amara and she's interested in him, though she's just discovered that Roberto has been interested in her all along, so, needless to say, she's a bit confused. Rogue and Remy aren't together, but you can tell they're interested in each other. Tabitha and Evan are just kind of thrown in there because we love Tabby and we needed all the high school students so Evan's there by default. And just for the record, there is absolutely no animosity. So Scott doesn't loathe Lance and vice versa. If you've managed to keep up with all that and aren't entirely sick of us yet, on with the story!

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Jean and Amanda sat listlessly on adjacent beds, both staring at the flashing television as they waited for CNN to resume their broadcast. Their vacation had started off innocently enough, the boys had fulfilled their need for competition with numerous beach volleyball games while the girls lounged by the pool, sipping tropical drinks. They'd treated themselves to extravagant dinners at fancy restaurants each night, and occasionally the older students had gone clubbing throughout the city. But it seemed as if the mutants were destined to a lifetime of disappointment. They'd returned to their rooms that afternoon, only to be informed that the hotel was going into lockdown mode: no one was to enter the building, and no one was to leave.

The familiar sound of James Earl Jones' voice resonated from the television, drawing the girls' attention back to the screen. Soledad O'Brien smiled grimly at her audience, shuffling her papers professionally. "The reason behind the Grand Hyatt's lockdown has been confirmed. A serial killer responsible for the deaths of five women is suspected to be in the vicinity, and is rumored to have targeted the women in the Hyatt. No one knows for certain where the infamous killer is at this moment which accounts for the hotel's heightened security. "

Reaching for the controller, Jean turned the TV, turning to a quaking Amanda.

"He's not really in the building, is he?"

Jean did a brief mental scan of the area, "No, I don't think so." She sighed, flopping back onto her pillows, "I suppose we'd best make the most of it though, doesn't sound like any of us are getting out tonight."

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Kurt fiddled with the remote control, searching for a movie he and Scott could watch. "'Shark Tale', 'Wimbledon', 'The Terminal'. . . 'The Bourne Supremacy," he looked up at Scott expectantly.

Scott shrugged, sliding a book mark into Deception Point, "Sounds good."

Kurt began the long process of ordering a hotel movie, when there was a bang on the door and Remy and John came barging in, leaving an uncertain Lance Alvers hanging in the doorway.

"Rumor has it you boys are ordering a movie," Remy grabbed the remote from Kurt's hand, deftly dialing for "Alien Vs. Predator".

Scott raised an eyebrow. "And is there a reason why you can't watch this in your own room?"

"O'course, this way you're paying, mate," John gave him a crooked smile, sprawling out across an armchair.

Kurt shook his head, porting across the room to where Lance still stood in the doorway. "Must be interesting, sharing a room with those two."

"Trust me; it's not a privilege I'd like to experience ever again. Oof!" He stumbled forward, revealing a frazzled Evan.

"You guys have got to hide me!" He looked around frantically, eyes wide in terror.

"What? Is the serial killer after you?" Lance questioned sarcastically, rubbing his now sore shoulder.

"Worse. Roberto. That kid has an ego too big for our room. I couldn't take it any longer; I ditched him while he was in the bathroom." Before Evan could say anymore, the sound of pounding footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Roberto entered Scott and Kurt's room a split second after Evan dove under Scott's bed. "Hey, have you two seen Evan anywhere?"

Remy silently leaned over, lifting the top of the comforter and revealing one of Evan's shoes.

"Oh, hey man," Evan slid out from under the bed, laughing nervously. "I, uh, thought I left something here earlier, heh heh, must have been . . . uh . . . wrong."

Roberto looked at him curiously before glancing at the flickering television screen. "No way! You ordered AVP?" He threw himself on the ground next to Remy. "This I've got to see."

Scott glanced over at Kurt who merely raised his eyebrows and shrugged. What could they do?

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At the sound of feet sprinting down the hallway, Kitty threw open her door in alarm, fearful of a need for evacuation. All she saw, however, was Roberto thudding through the hallway, disappearing with Kurt and Lance back into one of the boys' rooms. "It was just Roberto," she sighed in relief, turning back to her roommate.

"Ah told you," Rogue said, flipping tiredly through a tattered TV guide.

"Well sorr-ee," Kitty sank to the floor, gathering bottles of nail polish in her hands. "It's just that this whole serial killer thing has like, got me totally creeped out."

Rogue glanced over at the pallid girl and, taking pity on her, searched for a subject change. "What was Roberto doing running through the hall anyway?"

Kitty shrugged, "Dunno, he disappeared into another room with a bunch of guys." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Hey, if they're having a party, why don't we?"

"Why don't we what?"

"Have a sleepover!" She said excitedly. "We haven't done that in forever! All the girls in one room? It'd be totally awesome! I'm going to call Jean."

"Whatever floats your boat, dahling." Rogue smiled to herself, throwing the TV guide aside.

Two minutes later Kitty pressed the receiver down and hurriedly began dialing another number.

"What are you doing?"

"Calling Tabby and Amara, Jean said she and Amanda are up for a sleepover and that we're all welcome over in their room if we like."

"Why their room? Why not here?"

Kitty rolled her eyes. "Duh, they're right next to the guys!"

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Within fifteen minutes the six girls had sprawled themselves throughout Jean and Amanda's room reading magazines, painting nails, and rambling on about nothing in general. But to them, nonsensical rambling was all that they really required. Their brains were fried from exams and shot from dwelling on life's problems; all anyone wanted was to relax.

Talk of celebrities and random exchanges of gossip, however, could only keep the entertained for so long. "Anyone up for a game?"

Amanda looked up from Seventeen in question, "What did you have in mind?"

Kitty smiled slyly, "The old sleepover standby: Truth or Dare."

Amid the groans and protests of a few of the shier girls, Kitty and Tabitha managed to coax everyone into a circle. "Righty-o!" Tabitha whooped, "I'm first!" She gazed around the room, conscious of the many girls attempting to avoid eye contact with her. "Amanda," she smiled maliciously, "Truth or Dare?"

"Well . . . I suppose if anyone else had asked I would say Dare . . ." she trailed off.

"All right, dare it is!" Tabitha grinned, putting on an extravagant show of pretending to think before Amanda could protest. "Okay Amanda, I dare you to . . . flash the boys!"

Amanda's dark cheeks flushed several shades. "Tabby,"

"A dare is a dare, Amanda, you can't go back now. Oh! And I'll go with you, just to make sure you go through with it."

Reluctantly, Amanda got to her feet and began heading for the door before she lost her nerve. Tabitha followed her, giving the other girls a thumbs up before heading into the hallway.

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"Tabby, I'm not sure I can do this!" Amanda confided once they were out of earshot of the other girls.

"Of course you can, girl! You asked Kurt to Sadies, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah…"

"And you confronted him about his mutant power, right?"

"Yeah…"

"And you brought him over for dinner, wanted to show your parents the real him, and defied them when they said you couldn't see him anymore, right?"

"Yeah…"

"So this will be nothing!" Tabitha cheered confidently, pushing the door open to Scott and Kurt's room. "Hey guys!"

Seven heads turned at the sound of Tabitha's voice, staring up at her blankly, frantic yelling screaming from the TV.

"Amanda?" Kurt questioned, watching her curl her fingers around the hem of her shirt.

She froze, staring at the boys watching her as the rosy coloring in her cheeks deepened.

Tabitha rolled her eyes and grabbed Amanda's arms, yanking her shirt up with them, revealing a pale blue undershirt. Amanda gave a squeak of embarrassment and ran from the room. Tabitha waved jauntily to the boys and followed her friend at.

"Vas in the name of Gott vas that?" Kurt asked.

"Don't look at me," Evan shrugged, "She's your girlfriend."

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"How'd it go?" the girls chorused and Amanda and Tabitha came running into the room.

"She had an undershirt on!" Tabitha shrieked, "A freakin' undershirt!"

Amanda blushed again, and suddenly began to giggle, remembering the confused faces of the boys as she left.

"What?" Tabitha asked, "What is so funny?"

"You," Amanda gasped in between bouts of laughter, "and the boys . . . their," she gasped, "faces!"

Tabitha's lips quirked into a smile, "Yeah, it was pretty funny. Anyway, it's your turn, girl."

"Right, Jean," she smiled innocently, "Truth or Dare?"

Jean contemplated for a moment, searching for the one she assumed would do less harm. Amanda was a nice girl, nice enough that Jean had trusted her with numerous secrets already this trip. What more could she possibly want to know? "Truth."

Amanda's face retained a look of innocence. "Who's a better kisser: Duncan or Scott?"

A collective gasp was shared around the room at the mention of Scott's name, leaving Jean's face almost as red as her hair.

"You've kissed Scott?" Kitty questioned curiously.

"Only once," Jean answered quickly. "After his incident with Mystique. Dr. McCoy had finished checking him for any injuries in the med lab, and he left for a while to give us some time to . . . er, talk."

"But you obviously didn't do much talking," Amara giggled.

"So, who is it?" Amanda asked again. "The quarterback or your best friend?"

Jean muttered something beneath her breath.

"What was that?" Tabitha grinned, "We couldn't quite here you."

"Scott, it was Scott, okay?"

A grin flashed on every girls' face. "Was he really good? Or just better than Duncan?"

Jean capitulated, knowing that refusing their questions would only make them more eager and curious. "The best," she smiled. A round of "aw"s circled around the room, and Jean laughed. "Okay, okay, my turn. Kitty, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

Jean laughed quietly to herself, admiring Kitty's confidence. "Dare it is. Okay. Kit, I dare you to phase into the guys' room, dive around like a secret agent on a mission while singing the Mission Impossible theme song and steal a pair of Lance's boxers as proof."

Kitty gaped at the older girl for a moment before a grin split across her face. "Consider it done."

Kitty dove headfirst through the wall, somersaulting onto the floor in the other room. "Da da, da da, da da, da da, da da, da da da, duh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh, duh nuh nuh, da da." She sang quietly trying hard not to look at any of the guys stunned faces out of fear tat she might break into peals of laughter. She rolled like a log across Remy and Roberto's feet, crouching on the balls of her feet only to dive between the two beds. She phased her head through one of the smaller bags, pulling out a pair of red boxers. Tucking the underwear beneath her arm, she formed a gun with her fingers and stood up with her back flat against a wall. Allowing herself a brief smile, Kitty ran towards the opposite wall and dove through, leaving the guys staring after her.

"Did she just…?" Lance looked around as if hoping some one would tell him he'd been hallucinating.

"Uh huh."

"Looks like Kurt's not the only one with a crazy girlfriend," John laughed.

"What is going on in there?" Kurt stared at the wall as though he could penetrate it with his gaze.

"I know one way to find out," John flicked his lighter open, igniting the flame.

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Kitty tumbled through the wall, her hair pulling out of her ponytail and curling haphazardly around her glowing face. "That was fun," she giggled.

"Did you get them?"

"Of course I got them!" She recoiled s though insulted, then smiled, an air of mystery surround her as she pulled them from beneath her arm. "Voila!"

The girls cheered, passing the boxers around the room and patting Kitty on the back. It was Amanda who broke their cheer.

"Um, Kitty? Those are Kurt's boxers."

The other girls stared at her until Kitty found her voice. "How do you know?"

Amanda blushed, "I just do, okay?"

Before the girls could press her for more, there was a knock at the door and Evan burst in. "Pyro set the building on fire!"

The girls stared at him blankly.

"So I thought I'd come in here and…" he trailed off.

"If the building is on fire, why would you stay in here?" Amara asked bluntly.

"Heh, good point. I'll just…go then," Evan stuttered, slipping from the room, and walked dejectedly back to the guys' room. "They didn't fall for it," he muttered, sliding to the floor in front of the TV.

John rolled his eyes, "I told you, you should have let me set it on fire."

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