Okay....let's see here..Do I own any of the Excalibur characters students? NO M'AAM! Good! Okay Marvel's got them..am I making any money off this? *loud snickers* NO. Okay...then we understand each other. Now go ahead and read, send feedback please (to 2Susie@email.msn.com )...it's much appreciated! EVEN public humiliation! So remember children, Barney is the antichrist, Pigs really _do_ fly and writers live off feedback in their natural environment, do not hurt writers, and don't feed them bad stuff or you'll pull back a stump, they can get vicious without good water! Class dismissed! The Wrong Question Rahne woke up feeling pain shooting through her stomach... cramps. With a growl, she lashed out at the screeching alarm clock, not noticing it falling apart in pieces. Five minutes later, someone pounded on her door; it was Kitty. "Go 'way," she mumbled wishing for some Tylenol. Suddenly hands were shaking her awake, along with her temper. She twisted, not noticing theclaws on her hands, or the fact she was in her half-wolfen state. She took a double handful of Kitty's sweater, dragging her down eye-to-eye before Kitty phazed out of her grip. Rahne felt like growling in her anger, but she held it down, knowing she was being unreasonable and not really caring. "What do ye want?" she spat out instead. Kitty had returned to her solid state and was staring at her. "Breakfast, Rahne." Rahne glared at her until she phazed out the door before getting up and gathering her clothes. She thought over how she had snapped at Kitty that morning in the shower and felt guilty. The shower restored her temper back to it's usual bounds and she was fairly bouncy when she finally went down to the kitchen, taking the steps two at a time. Kitty glanced at her warily as the rest of Excalibur mumbled their greetings, "Good Morning all ye luggards!" she cried and realized that hadn't come out right. Maybe they thought she didn't like them, maybe they would take offense and kick her out, maybe they'd drop her in Antarctica like that poor Cajun...they hated her now. Remembering her earlier guilt she strode purposefully over to Kitty. "Kitty, A'm sorre fer snappin' at ye this mornin'. A dinnae ken what got inte me, A jus' wasn't meself." Somewhere during that, she had changed from sickingly happy. Tears ran down her cheeks of their own accord and she pleaded for forgiveness from her friend with her eyes. Kitty looked a little surprised but gave her a hug, "It's okay Rahne, really. I wasn't mad at you or anything. You just surprised me a bit is all." Rahne took a shuddering breath from Kitty's shoulder before she stepped back, wiping at her traitorous eyes. Once again feeling chipper, she skipped over to the cabinet and grabbed a box of cereal, not really caring what kind before making herself a bowl and digging in. She even had seconds. She could feel her teamates eyes on her as she wolfed down her food as fast as she could. Pausing in pouring herself a glass of milk, she looked up at the person across from her, which happened to be Nightcrawler. "What?" Kurt cocked his head to the side quizzically. "Are you okay Liebchen? You aren't acting yourself," he questioned gently. Rahne could feel tears starting again. "Why? Am A no' cheerful enough for ye? Or maybe ye want me to be meaner, or more responsible. Is that et?" Kurt smiled, trying to lighten the mood she supposed. "Well responsible is always nice, but you are quite alright. Just you seem to be...emotional today." That made her angry. "Och, so nae one es allowed te cry? Is that it? Well A'll have ye ken everyone has feelins, and cryin' es good for ye!" Kurt's eyes widened. "Nein that is not what I meant...I-" "Och then if it's no' how A'm actin', it's how A look, isn't et?! ISN'T ET?? Have A gained too much weight tae be on your team? Well, why dinnae ye just kick me off. Ye all hate me anyway." The anger was changing back to tears. Before she completely started crying, she leapt to her feet turning the table over with her. Kurt hastily leapt out of the way, and she turned to the stairs, but paused, realizing she was still holding the open half-gallon of milk. With a teary glare at her team leader, she threw it at him while he was still staring at her in shock. Before she ran out, she took one last look at him, milk soaking his fur and dripping off his face, turning him a milky blue color. He watched her run out, claws scoring the doorway as she turned tightly, feet nearly slipping on the linoleum. Wiping milk out of his eyes and dabbing at the rest, he grinned roguishly at his stunned friends. "Well, at least she wasn't holding hot coffee," he offered, quite a bit more nonchalantly than he felt at the moment. Kitty shook her head, "I better go talk to her." Kitty knocked lightly on Rahne's door, hearing broken sobs on the other side, "GO AWAY KITTY!" She prepared to phase through, "Don't ye dare! Ye come in tae my room an I'll surly hurt ye, phased or no'!" Kitty backed off. "Are you sure your okay Rahne?" A low growl was the only response. With a shrug she went back downstairs leaving Rahne alone with her misery. Rahne growled a bit louder as a knock sounded again ~Can't anyone have a good cry without all these bloody interruptions!~ "Kitty, A wouldnae tell ye again!" Instead of Kitty's voice she heard Piotr's accented Russian,"Rahne can we not talk of this?" "NO! GO AWAY!" He wouldn't give up,"Rahne, it will go away." She sighed,"Aye, it will go away soon ye bugger, but it'll come back again and again. Ye dinnae ken? Well, A'll tell ye, et comes once a month, every month, unless ye're pregnant, and dinnae even thenk A am! Och, the only reason A can thenk of why ye wouldnae ken this already is either ye played chicken with ye're bulls one too many a'time or ye never watched television or went outside. Either way, ye're in serious need of an education. A'm surprised ye can count usin' yuir fengers. Ye're a bloody stupid git an' ye need to bug off, ye wanker! Dae ye ken?" Colossus backed off slowly and shocked expression on his face, "My god she speaks like Wisdom." The words were barely a whisper. He turned and ran down the hall not willing to hear another word. A sharp-toothed grin graced her face when she heard his stomping footsteps down the stairs. Yet another knock swept it off her face. "Whoever ye are A'm gettin tired of all the knockin'." "Rahne are you okay? Piotr was muttering about monthlys...what are those?" Any other time she would have banged her head against a solid object, part of her still felt like it, but part wanted something else. "Come in Dougie an' we can...talk aboot et." Her voice was husky, almost a whisper. The door started open, and she realized exactly what she would do to him if he came in, and exactly what that would make her, "NAE DOUGIE, DINNAE!" The door slammed shut. "What's wrong?" he sounded confused. "Och, ignore me Dougie, c'mon in." Her voice was husky again and the door cracked open slower this time, almost halfway open before-"NAE DOUGLOCK, DINNAE YE DARE!" It slammed shut. "Doug don't listen to me I'm not myself." He backed away a bit, and before she could stop herself she threw open the door, it slammed into the wall. His eyes opened wide in shock as she grabbed him, kissing him like she'd heard about from Kitty. When she released him he stumbled back a few steps and she followed closely until he hit the wall a predatory gleam in her eyes. "RAHNE!" She couldn't help the growl that escaped her throat as Moira rounded the corner and stopped, staring at them. She hadn't expected to find Rahne cornering Douglock and from the look on his face... "Rahne, are ye...okay?" Kurt who was in the other room found himself looking at a clawed fist that had suddenly forced itself through the wall accompanied by a loud growl. He decided to play it safe and stay put. ~Moira can take care of this one.~ he thought to himself.