Kidnapped!

Chapter 3

A/N: Hi! Sorry it took so long to update. This chapter is dedicated to bored247. No I did not have amnesia!

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Scott looked up irritably.

"What's the matter now,…Pietro," he glared at the younger mutant, voice filled with disgust

"What-do-you-mean-what's-the-matter-now?" the speed demon snapped, instantly forgetting about the grease stain in his hair. He leaned toward Scott. Cyclops leaned forward as well, anger flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth.

"Come on guys," Kurt urged, trying to dissuade his leader and the Brotherhood member from bickering for what felt like the millionth time. "don't you want to rescue the girls?"

"Oui, mon ami," Remy chimed in. "We will never rescue les fils, unless we hurry." The two boys got the reactions they wanted. Scott nodded and turned back to screw driving, and Pietro looked down, still muttering curses under his breath, but not making any move to act upon them.

Yesterday, after Tabby, Jean, Kitty, and Rogue were kidnapped, the boys had rushed to the junkyard after a quick plan meeting. The four had collected old parts after the junkman almost died laughing when they told him their plan.

Scott, Kurt, Pietro, and Remy stopped for a second, staring up at the sign reading:

Bayville Junkyard

Open noon to 6:00 daily

After a moment of silence, the boys strode purposefully toward the entrance, which consisted of a large opening in the chainlink fence.

"Okay guys, look like you belong," Scott instructed quietly. Heads held high, the four marched along. Through the entrance and past the security tower, the mutants had almost disappeared behind a pile of junk, when a loud obnoxious voice interrupted their parade.

"Hey you kids!" The voice was nasal, and as the teens turned around, they could see a man coming towards them. He wore a pair of crusty overalls, which looked as if they hadn't been washed for at least a year. Squinting eyes peered out from under a large hat, which only slightly distracted them from the shoulder-length greasy black hair. A large cigar protruded from the cracked lips. When he was within five yards, he stopped. "What are ya' doin here?" He glared suspiciously, leaning on a rusty mailbox. The group looked amongst themselves nervously, before Scott stepped up, his chin jutting forward.

"We're here to get some spare parts." He replied confidently.

"Fur what?" Looking back, Scott signaled for help. Pietro was soon right beside him.

"Alright-you've-dragged-it-out-of-us!" He glanced around, then continued on dramatically. "We're-here-so-we-can-acquire-parts-to-build-a-jet-so-we-can-fly-and-rescue-our-kidnapped-loves." He finished the whole speech with a giant sniff. Everyone turned to the junkman expectantly. His cigar dropped out of his mouth, and sizzled on the bare dirt beside him. Then he started to shake.

"Um, mister, are you all right?" Kurt made a move towards the man uncertainly. Still shaking violently, the man raised his head. His mouth opened and out came the unmistakable sound of laughter.

"What? Why is the man laughing at us?" Remy asked confused.

"Y-y-you, heh, ha, HAH, HA, HEE, ex-pect, m-m-me-HEE, t-t-t-t-t-too, b-believe you l-l-itt-t-le punks?" He rasped. When they nodded dumbly at him, it seemed it was too much to bear. He fell to the ground, barks of laughter issuing from his doubled-up body.

Taking advantage of the situation, the four boys snuck around the pile, once in a while giving indignant sniffs and snorts.

So they had found old machinery and were trying to make a jet out of it. Yeah, real smart. And now, Scott and Pietro were at each others necks.

"Here!" Scott held up a large mass of junk.

"Uh….what is it?" Remy asked, confused. Scott looked at him as if it was obvious.

"It's a wing!"

"Wow! How did you get it to stick together?" Kurt asked excitedly, knowing that this wasn't exactly the makings of a jet but it was a start. He didn't blame his leader for his frenzied behavior. He knew how much Scott missed Jean.

"Rubber-cement." Pietro pulled out a bottle and started lathering it on a rusty piece of washing machine. All of Kurt's hopes immediately flew out the window.

"Guys this is crazy!" he shocked all of them. "We're going to try to fly in a "jet" the sized of a washing machine, created of parts of a washing machine! But don't worry-it's held together by rubber cement!" he sunk down against a wall, exhausted. "We're never going to rescue the girls."

"Come on Kurt! We can do this!" Scott urged, but doubt filled his voice.

"Remy is inclined to take Bleu's side on this one," Remy came to sit next to his friend. "It is futile."

"It is not futile!" Scott yelled, wildly waving the "wing" around in the air. "We're going to rescue the girls. We've gotta. We will. We have to!" A particularly violent swing nearly clocked Logan in the head, as he stepped through the door.

"What the hell is going on here?" He shouted. "Scott? You put that mass of junk down right now! Does scrubbing the X-jet for a month make you happy? Cus its your detention!" Scott hung his head.

"I'm sorry Wolverine. My punishment is deserved. In fact, I think I'll go scrub the X-jet right now." He headed out the door, past a bewildered Logan. Wolverine's bewilderment quickly turned to suspicion, just as Kurt's brain clicked.

"Don't worry Wolverine. Gambit, Quicksilver, and I will keep an eye on him." Logan nodded, too confused to notice that a brotherhood member and an acolyte had just walked past him.

"Aw-man-Nightcrawler-now-you've-got-us-watchin-Scottie-boy," Pietro whined.

"You'll thank me later," he smiled, a look of hope filling his eyes. He glanced at Remy, to see the look shared by his Cajun companion.

As the three teens arrived in the X-jet's holding area, Scott was already reading the manual. He looked up quickly and nodded at his teammates.

"Ready to rumble?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. He hoped up into the plane and made his way to the pilot's seat.

"Oui," Remy replied for all of them, as he and Kurt followed their leader. Recognition dawned in Quicksilver's eyes.

"Oooooooh," he said, racing towards the doors. "How-come-no-one-ever-tells-me-anything?" he asked, as the X-jet's doors slid to a shut.

All four strapped themselves in then Scott took a deep breath. He had seen Logan do this a thousand times. He opened the door and gunned the engines. The last thing the rescue committee saw was Wolverine bursting out of the door, yelling at them, and jumping in a mad attempt to stop the determined teens.

"Booooooooooooring," Tabby sighed, lounging on the pillows in her red sweats. She scooted up to the window and stared down on a crystal blue lake, so much like Pietro's eyes. Pietro. Sighing once again, she turned to Rogue, who was laying in a corner, her eyes clouded in thought. "Rogue, when you punched him, you should have demanded some gaming systems, or something, anything, entertaining," Rogue turned to glare at her annoying friend.

"Can't a girl get some thinking time?" She frowned.

"Come on Rogue!" Kitty joined in. "You've got to be bored, even just a little. And you've got to admit, that, like, some entertainment would be great."

"Like what? Some cake men, or something?"

"Cake men would be good!" Tabby exclaimed, smiling devilishly.

"Tabby." They all turned to see Jean who had been napping near the door. "If you're so desperate for entertainment, then why don't you make your own?"

"Snore," Tabby rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean Jean?" Kitty wrinkled her nose.

"I mean, let's play truth or dare, or something." Eyes brightening, Kitty grinned.

"Yeah!"

"That sounds cool," Tabby scooted over to the two other teens. "Count me in!" The three mutants turned to look expectantly at Rogue. She glanced back at them, eyebrows raised for a few seconds, when they fell back down.

"No way. There is no way you are going to make me play that stupid game," she shook her head to emphasize her point.

"Awwwww, come on Rogue," chorused Tabby and Kitty. Rogue just looked away.

"Alright girls, we can't make her change her mind," Jean stood up and winked at the two girls who were looking up at her, astonished. Rogue spun around, not expecting to hear those words. "We'll just have to have a karaoke contest instead."

Rogue cringed, remembering the last one. It hadn't been pleasant. Sighing she scrambled over to the other girls. "Okay, you win." Tabby and Kitty squealed, and the four formed a lopsided circle.

"Um….I'll ask first," Jean looked to Kitty. "Kitty, truth or dare?" Biting her lip, Kitty went safe.

"Truth."

"Would you rather go out with Lance or Kurt?" She asked. Letting out her breath, Kitty smiled.

"That's an easy one. Kurt, Lance is such a jerk," She looked at the other grinning girls. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing," Tabby assured her.

"Alright," Kitty said, not sounding satisfied. " Tabby, truth or dare?"

"Dare," Tabby declared, without a second thought.

"I dare you to…uh….act like a chicken!" Tabby gave her a look.

"That is so lame." She sighed. "But whatever," Boom-Boom stood up and started clucking away, pecking at the ground.

The afternoon continued in this way, with all of the girls eventually doing something stupid. But their game was interrupted when the door opened.

"He will see you now."

A/N: Next chapter will have more info! Review!