Hey guys! So I hope you like this story. It came to my attention that Raven is pretty stubborn, just like Charles (prob runs in the family). What if Charles flaunts around just like Raven does...would she finally see some sense?!

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!

"DAMN IT, CHARLES! This is ME! Don't you understand? I can't hide anymore. MUTANT AND PROUD, Charles!"

And with that outburst, Raven's naked blue form turns her back on the stunned group sitting at the table and marches out of the kitchen. Stunned expressions from Charles, and the team of mutants sitting around the breakfast table, are left in the wake of her pride and self-righteousness.

Erik holds a smug expression on his face. He obviously agrees with Raven. That stupid smirk is still on his face when Charles turns his wide-eyed expression to Erik for confirmation of what just happened.

"She's got a point, Charles. She shouldn't feel the need to hide who she really is. She's a mutant and this world will need to learn to accept her." Erik smirks at him over the rim of his coffee cup.

Alex, Sean and Hank immediately know the warning signs for the argument that is set to happen between their mentors. They've been through enough of these to know what to expect. Suddenly, their plates of sunny side up eggs are far more interesting than it should be.

"But..." Charles splutters, still holding onto the tea cup he had halfway raised to his lips when Raven's words froze him in place. "but I just told her that she should put something on."

His expression is one of confusion. Erik has to remind himself that that lost puppy look does NOT look adorable on Charles. He has to remind himself that it does NOT make his eyes look even more blue. And, NO, he does not want to go and kiss the confused, adorable, infuriating man.

Instead, Erik scoffs and resumes drinking his coffee.

Charles places his teacup onto the table, daintily. He's lost in thought for a few minutes, the only sound in the kitchen being the scrapes of knives and forks over fine china. The quiet is unsettling until Erik speaks again. "She just wants you to accept her as she is, Charles. The sooner you see her as a mutant, and not a freak that needs to be accepted by adopting a facade, the better for the both of you...not to mention all of mutant kind."

Hank shifts uncomfortably in his seat. Charles glances at the shifty teen for a second before turning his attention back to Erik's challenging stare. "Erik, I'm not going to have this discussion with you right now."

Charles catches the words stubborn and naïve from Erik but the older man looks away and continues with his coffee.

Charles gives a mental sigh and stands from the table, gathering his dirty dishes. After leaving them in the sink for the assigned dishwasher of the day (it is Sean's turn but he's been bugging Hank to do it instead), Charles mumbles under his breath, "I just wanted her to wear some clothes."

The agreement from the boys is felt through Charles' telepathic connection, but he doesn't say anything to Erik before leaving the kitchen in search of his angry, and very much naked, blue sister.

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

The radio shut off in mid song. The force of the pillow being thrown at it was enough to send it crashing to the floor. The batteries scatter across the ground, running (more like rolling) for its lives from its angry owner.

Raven lets out a frustrated huff as she buries her face into her bed. The yellow sheets contrast horribly with her blue form.

Usually, Elvis' music is enough to lighten her moods, but after all that they've been through, after all she's learned about her mutation and of the others out there...

Raven grips a pillow, burying her face in it and lets out a loud scream. Charles is so STUPID!

Now, now, Raven. No need for that kind of language.

STAY OUT OF MY HEAD, CHARLES!

A tentative knock on the door is his response. She ignores it in favor of turning onto her back and staring up at the ceiling, Elvis' words echoing in her head, still.

Another knock. "Raven?"

Silence.

"Raven, love, open the door. I just want to talk."

"Well, I don't want to talk to you, Charles!"

"Raven, you are not a child, anymore. STOP acting like one!"

She can picture his furrowed brow and the thin line of his lips. He would have his head tilted towards the door a bit, his hands in his pockets like he usually does when he think he's right about something.

"Raven, for God's sake, open the door right this minute!"

She ignores him. The silent treatment always works well on a telepath.

"FINE! You want to act like this! FINE! I just wanted you to know that I have no problem with you being a mutant. If anything, I am proud that you are able to accept it. But I don't want you to walk around in nothing but your birthday suit for all the hormonal teenage boys to ogle!"

"It's a part of me, is it not?!" She yells back to him through the door.

He doesn't answer, but she can hear the frustrated sigh that escapes past his cultured, polite upbringing.

She jumps off the bed and rushes to the door, not willing to waste an opportunity to get her side of the argument through his thick skull.

She wrenches the door open, but the hallway is empty.

Charles is gone already.

She stands in the middle of her doorway, staring at the space Charles occupied outside her door. She can still smell the faint scent of his cologne, disappearing into the air no matter how much she wants it to stay in her nostrils. She had bought that for him as a Christmas gift last year.

Despite her words for him to leave her alone, she's saddened by the emptiness her brother left behind when he, for once, followed her request to leave her alone.

She takes a deep breath and makes a note to go find Charles later. Maybe they'll go do something together. Just the two of them; like how it used to be.

She turns back to her room with a small smile on her face as memories of their childhood flow through her.