Summary: The entire X-Mansion is brought to a fair, Except Roberto Da Costa, Who injured his leg in training the previous day and is forced to stay home and get well By Professor X. Oneshot Cannonspot, R&R.

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After a few minutes of staring at the door, Roberto had gotten off of his bed and made himself a little more presentable. Putting his shoe back on, fixing his hair.. Y'know. Just so he didn't look like he had been laying in bed all day, that'd surely get a few cracks out of Berzerker. Probably something like 'Aw, the poor baby broke his leg, couldn't even take the time to walk around' Ray could be a real retard at times...

The Brazilian closed his hand around the cold, golden colored, door knob; turning it slightly as he shut the door so it would close completely. He had made the mistake of leaving it half way open once, and had come back to Bobby and Alex lounging on his and Sam's beds watching they're televison; with the excuse 'the door was open and an open door is an invite' or something like that. It had come from Alex, so there were probably a lot of dude's and totally's mixed in with that, but it had been a few weeks ago and he hadn't taken the time to memorize every little thing that came out of the blondes mouth. It was better for his health.

He could hear the excited voices of his team mates echoing through the once silent hall's as he made his way down them and toward the stairs. He wasn't exactly sure what time it was now, considering he had forgotten to check before he left his room, but it probably wasn't long passed one. Logan probably got sick of all the noise and dragged them all back early.. Or they could have noticed Sam missing and Ororo used it as an excuse to get them all back.. He could hear Jamie now 'He probably tripped and fell into one of the energy sources, dying of a electrocution' then a thwap on the head from Bobby, laughter.. Dammit.. He had wanted to go so bad..

He brushed the thought off as he came to the top of the stairs and looked over the room. Several people had already left the room, probably to the kitchen to get some water too wash all the grease of the fatty fair food out of their systems, but the few teen's still in the foray consisted of Jubilee, Rahne and Amara giggling and chattering by the living room door, Alex's foot-which was sticking through the front door holding the door open- and a very timid looking Sam standing around with Jamie and Bobby, who were, of course, hollering, high fiveing, and cheering. He sure hoped he hadn't freaked Sam out too bad.. It had, after all, been a bet...

"Hey Robbie!" Bobby yelled, waving up at him. Roberto nearly cringed at the use of the nickname and scowled down at the youth. "How many time do I have to tell you not to call me that." He said flatly, limping his way down the stairs with the same sour expression across his dark features; his arms would have been crossed, but he had to hold onto the railing to keep from tripping over his cast and face planting all the way down the stairs, so one of those infamous Da Costa scowls would just have to suffice.

Iceman had taken it upon himself to come up with a new nickname for him, considering everyone else called him Sunny, Berty, Berto.. Alex had even called him Bert during a training session once, and had rightfully received a punch in the face. Why did they all have to butcher his nice proper name?! Berto he could stand, but beating it down to a bloody pulp and calling him Rob?! Or Robbie?! C'mon! They were killing it!

"Aw, you're just mad cause you couldn't come." Jamie pointed out the deadly obvious and trusted a finger toward him, poking the air for emphases. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He replied, rolling his eyes and chancing a glance at Sam as he reached the bottom step. He was extremely fidgety.. Rubbing one arm, glancing about, and swaying from side to side all at the same time. It would have been quite comical had he not known why the teen was doing so. "Hey Sammy." He said and smirked, Bobby and Jamie turning back to face the southerner as his head jerked back over to them.

"Ah..Ah'm gunna go getta wateh 'r something." Sam said, rather quickly and shuffled off down the hallway, dragging his feet and hunching over slightly. His accent was out of wack.. Bad sign.. He was going to have to chat with him later..

"Ooookay then." Bobby let out, glancing from Sam's retreating forum to Roberto then back again. "What're you looking at?" Roberto snapped, narrowing his eyebrows at the other teen. Alright.. Maybe that wasn't the best 'nothing's going on' come back.. Rather shifty actually.. So now he had to find a distraction. Bobby laughed and opened his mouth to say something just as Roberto's gaze fell upon one. "Alex what're you doing?"

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Alright.. Pretty short and lame update, Lol, but I've got big plans for the neeeeext chapter, just had to set it up first. I think I'm going to have a POV switch too. You can all thank Burnt-Pidgeons for this and my next update!