Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution or the basket idea. I just steal stuff and put them together in funky combinations.

Rogue, Kurt, and Kitty were walking down the hallway at the end of the school day. It was a Friday, and they finally got to be out of here for two whole days. No more people staring at them and whispering hateful words behind their back, even though they were always loud enough that the mutants could hear. They were eager to catch a ride with Scott, and there were only so many spaces in the convertible.

"Hey, there's Jean," Rogue pointed out, nodding her head towards her teammate.

"With that hair, she's like kinda hard to miss," Kitty agreed.

"What is she talking to Holly Green for?" Kurt wondered aloud. "Isn't she the Vice President of the Student Council?"

"Yeah…" Rogue felt she had the same sentiment as her brother. Most people would barely talk to them, let alone popular students. Something weird was going on, unless Jean had somehow altered her memory…Rogue shook her head to get that idea out. No, Jean's too goody-goody for that. And not powerful enough. It couldn't be.

"I've got to catch my bus, Jean. I'll see you Monday!" Holly waved as she walked towards one of the side doors.

"Bye, Holly," the redhead waved back, then looked over to see the three younger mutants looking at her. "Oh, hey, guys! What's up?"

"Just trying to bum a ride home," Kitty supplied the information. "Unless you might be willing to let me drive?"

Jean paled. "Another time." When there aren't as many lives to endanger… "Well, I know where Scott's car's parked. Let's see if there's any room left." She led them to one of the student parking lots.

"I'm so glad it's the weekend!" Kurt groaned, stretching his arms over his head.

"Totally! But I've got so much homework I probably won't be seeing much but my laptop and my notebooks this weekend," Kitty sighed, remembering the history report she had neglected to do a write of because of an extra practice in the danger room. She was probably ahead of most people in her class, but she wanted to do an extra copy of it. Her math teacher had given them double the homework because of bad behavior, so she was going to be seriously swamped. "If we have more than one session with Logan I'll die!"

Jean put a hand on Kitty's shoulder sympathetically. "You have Branson for math, right? I had her. I think she puts 'Grading Homework' on the top of her list of fun things to do."

"Tell me about it," the brunette sighed, then fixed a curious eye on Jean. "So, what were you talking to Holly Green about?"

Rogue sighed internally in relief. Thank god Kitty had asked. She had an air about her that was just nosy; she never meant anything by it, she just wanted to get some dirt. They would have thought Rogue was suspicious.

"Oh, she's my lab partner. We were talking in class about how to raise money for the prom. No one wants to do the regular bake sale or car wash. I said I'd give her a call if I came up with anything." She waved to Scott as they approached his car.

"Hey," he grinned at his girlfriend, then smiled at the others. "Extra passengers?"

"If you don't mind," Kurt said, already climbing in the backseat with the girls.

"I guess not," He got in the drivers seat, waiting till Jean got in the passengers seat before pulling out of the lot. "So, what are you coming up with?"

"Fundraiser ideas for the prom."

"Why not a bake sale or a car wash?" Scott suggested. "Old favorites."

"Oh, those are so generic!" Kitty complained, reaching over to fiddle with the car stereo until she found a song she liked. "What about like a dance or something?"

Rogue raised an eyebrow. "A dance as a fundraiser to pay for a dance?"

"Oh, right," Kitty sat back sheepishly. "Forget I said anything."

"How about one of those candy fundraisers?" Rogue asked.

"Well, no one cares about those candy bar sales, according to Holly. And I guess she's right. I'd be more inclined to buy some from a second grader than I would a high school senior. And there are already so many clubs selling MMs and Snickers and stuff in class that we'd never earn all the money we need in time." Jean rested her chin in her palm. "I just don't know what to do to help her. Holly really is nice."

Scott pulled up the driveway at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters. "I'm sure you'll think of something. Last stop, everyone out!"

The student piled out of the car and made their way towards the house except for Scott. "Aren't you coming?" Kurt asked.

"I was going to wash my car before dinner. This is the only day this weekend it's not supposed to rain," Scott looked up at the cloudless blue sky.

Jean took his backpack from him. "It's still hot out here. I'll bring you something to drink, ok?"

He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Jean."

"Gag me," Rogue muttered before going inside. Kurt and Kitty followed before going to the common room, where Ororo was on the couch.

"Oh, you're home," their teacher greeted them with a smile.

"Uh huh. How are you feeling?" Kitty asked. She was suffering a bad cold and a case of laryngitis, only having her voice start to return yesterday.

"Better. I've been instructed not to get up for any unnecessary reason and to stay hydrated." Ororo held up a glass of orange juice and finished the last bit. "Kurt, if you wouldn't mind…"

"Not at all," He took the glass from her and teleported out and into the kitchen.

Kitty looked at the television the instructor was watching. "Oh, hey! It's Oklahoma!"

"You know it? There's not really much on during the day. I was sick of talk shows and soap operas. Surprisingly enough, the professor has an impressive assortment of musicals," Ororo smiled.

Kitty watched eagerly, singing along as they song came up, "Why should a woman who is healthy and strong blubber like a baby when her man goes away? Weeping and a wailing how he's done her wrong, that's one thing you'll never hear me say. Never will I say that the man I love is the only man among men. I'll snap my fingers to show I don't care. I'll buy me a brand new dress to wear. And start all over again."

"That was excellent, Kitty!" The African woman said with delight and followed with, "Oh, thank you, Kurt," as the blue wonder 'bamf'ed back in with her fresh juice.

Kitty shrugged. "We did it back in middle school and I was Laurie." She recalled Riley saying, "It's only appropriate that little Miss Goody-two-shoes would be Laurie." One of her friends agreed, saying, "Yeah, the teachers probably only gave it to her because she gets a 100 on everything. You're a much better singer than she is."

"You a beautiful voice," Ororo praised.

"Thanks. Hey, do you like, mind if I go get my laptop and do my homework and watch this with you?" She asked.

"Not at all. Would you like me to pause it while you get your stuff?" Ororo questioned, reaching for the remote.

"Oh, no, it's ok. It's not like I've never seen it before. I'll be back in a second!" Kitty jogged up to the room she shared with Rogue, who was already on her bed doing her homework. "Hey, Ororo and I are going to finish watching Oklahoma! downstairs. Wanna come?"

Rogue looked at her like she was crazy. "A sappy love story where people randomly burst into song? I'll pass."

Kitty shrugged. "Suit yourself." As soon as she had gathered what she needed for her homework and went back downstairs, settling herself in a chair where she could still see the screen.

Kurt appeared behind her. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to work on my history paper. And watching the movie. We're at the auction part."


"Yeah, it's where—Oh my god!" Kitty's eyes flew open in surprise.

"What? What?" He looked intensely at the screen, trying to see where the "Oh my god!" part had come in.

"I can't believe I didn't think of it before. I have to talk to Jean. Hold this!" She stuffed her computer into his hands, running out to the driveway.

Scott was teasing Jean with the hose, spraying her feet and taunting her. "Scott!" She protested with a laugh. "Cut it out!"

"JEAN! You have to come with me!" Kitty grabbed her arm and started running back inside.

"Kitty? What's wrong?" They phased through the front door and she continued pulling her into the common room.

"Look!" Kitty shouted exuberantly.

"Kurt and Ororo are watching television. Hi, Ororo," Jean smiled.

"Hello, Jean."

"Not that!" Kitty pointed to the TV. "Look what they're watching! We can do that for the fundraiser!"

"A movie? What are we going to do? Sell movies? Have a movie showing at the school and sell tickets?" Jean was not getting it.

Kitty made a face. "No, no, no! See, they're doing a basket auction!"

"Why would anyone want to buy a basket?"

"It's not just a basket! It's like filled with food and stuff. See, girls cook a picnic lunch and fill the basket with it anonymously, and people can bid on them depending on what's in it. And like whoever wins gets to eat whatever's in the basket with the person who made it." Kitty was grinning her head off at the fantastic idea. "Usually couples know each others baskets anyway, but since everyone has to buy their own food and stuff it won't cost the school anything and they can totally earn a ton of money."

"I'm going to call Holly right now!" Jean hugged the younger girl. "Kitty, you're a genius!"

Shadowcat stood there, smiling. "Well, yeah, like tell me something I don't know."

"Hello!" Kurt called to her, still holding her laptop. "You haven't finished your report! And my hands are starting to cramp!"

Holly loved the idea. After thanking Jean repeatedly and promising to do their lab homework for a week, she called Melissa Cunningham, student body president. She agreed that it was the best idea they had heard yet. The two cleared it with the rest of the members, as well as their faculty advisor and Principal Kelly before springing into action. By Monday morning there were posters all around the school advertising the first annual Bayville High Basket Auction.

After receiving the fliers in homeroom, the school was abuzz with excitement. Girls loved it because they could show off their cooking skills. It also provided a chance to see which guys liked them if they dropped hints about what they were packing and what their basket would look like.

Most guys had a simpler motive: They got a good lunch and a pretty girl to eat it with. What more could they ask for?

The student government had arranged for it to be a group event at Bayville park, with the use of their small stage and sound system with microphone donated to the good cause by the city.

Though only girls who went to Bayville High were allowed to submit baskets (which had to be to the auction at least fifteen minutes before it was supposed to start in order to be checked), anyone could show up to bid on them. That Saturday, the park would be packed.

Until then, the X-men girls had a bit of a trouble on their hands. "Ororo?" Amara asked casually Wednesday after school. "Could we ask you something?"

The woman was finally over her cold, and smiled at Amara, as well as Jean, Kitty and Rogue who were behind her. "What can I do for you?"

Amara sat at the table next to Storm and the others girls took seats too. "Well, we all want to make baskets for the auction, but we're not exactly the best cooks. Do you think you could help?"

"Oh, of course! Did you all have any idea what you wanted to do for your meals?" All of them shrugged, more or less, except for Rogue.

"I was thinking of doing some Cajun cooking, but I'll need a lot of spices I don't think we have."

Storm nodded. "How about we spend today coming up with your menus and making lists. Tomorrow I'll take you all shopping and we can cook Friday night?"

Everyone agreed and the five women set to work brainstorming.

The first place Kitty had to stop at Thursday was Masi's Pizza. The main course of her list was home made miniature pizzas, and no grocery store's sauce could rival theirs. They sold jars to the public, so Kitty walked over from the grocery store where everyone else was.

There was a familiar face parking a jeep along the sidewalk. "Lance?"

He looked up and grinned. "Hey, Kitty, what are you doing here?"

She nodded towards the pizzeria. "Just picking up sauce?"

"What for?"

"Oh, right, you haven't heard. Well, they school is having a fundraiser. Girls make baskets full of food, people bid on them, and then winner and the girl who made it have a picnic of what's in the basket," she explained. "It's this Saturday. Everyone's invited to come bid at the park."

"Cool," Lance said, trying to hide his excitement, most of which came from just being around Kitty.

"If you don't have any plans or anything, maybe you could like…stop by? It's gonna be a big party more or less. Unless you don't like parties, then I guess the basket owner and the bidder could go some place private to eat," she was rambling now. Stop that.

"I'll see what my plans are," he leaned against the front of his car.

"Well, ok, then. I really have to get this sauce. I'll see you later, Lance," she smiled and walked into the shop.

Lance looked at the money in his hand that he had been planning on splurging on a burger and a movie, then slipped it back in his pocket. He had more important things to spend it on.

"Amara, what is all that?" Ororo asked as the youngest girl rejoined the group. "I thought you were making baked ziti!"

"I changed my mind. There was the dessert cookbook in the kitchen, and all of that looked easier and more fun, so I'm making brownies, cookies, cheesecake, chocolate cake..."

Ororo laughed. "Well, at least your basket will be popular." She helped the rest of the girls assemble their food on the checkout line. Jean had gotten pasta salad, tator tots, apple pie ingredients, and what she needed to make fried chicken. Rogue had gotten the spices and elements of gumbo and jambalaya. Kitty got what she needed to make her pizzas, salad ingredients, and ice cream.

"Ororo, can I drive home?" Kitty asked as the bag boy was finishing up their food.

Everyone was silent until Rogue said, "Hey, ya'll, don't we need baskets for this?"

"Right!" Ororo smiled in relief. "Amara, Kitty, you can come with me to the Home Goods store to pick out baskets for everyone. Jean, you and Rogue go home and put the food away, then come back to pick us up when you're finished."

This averted the crisis for a time, as Ororo, Amara and Kitty went two stores oven and looked at the baskets. There was hardly any left, proof that their idea had spread like wildfire. They got enough for everyone, Amara picking a huge one for herself before suggesting, "Don't we need blankets too?"

"Right…Blankets…" They a whole pile, enough to line the baskets, cover the food, and sit on for the picnic. Then they waited outside until Jean arrived back with the X-van.

"Ororo, please can I drive? Please, please, please?" Kitty begged, staring hopefully with her big blue eyes.

Storm finally had to give in. "S-Sure, Kitty…"

Amara and Jean got into the backseat, strapping in and holding on to each other in fear. Jean got ready to use her TK whenever they need it. Kitty hopped into the drivers seat, and after making sure everyone was in, tore out of the parking lot.

Ororo held on to her door. "Kitty…you can slow down…you're too close to the curb! Kitty! The right side of the road! Stay on the right side of the road!"




"Heh…Sorry, Ororo…"

Amara clung to the older girl next to her. "We'll be lucky if we live to see the auction!"

They did make it back alive, but not before Kitty had to phase through two trees and a mailbox. It was a good thing that they hadn't planned on cooking till tomorrow, because everyone was too shook up to attempt to make anything but cereal.

So, Friday afternoon the women of the Institute set to work. They were busy cooking when Kurt teleported in. "Nightcrawler, did you not see the sign on the door?" His teacher asked as she bit into a burger.

"Uh…" he swallowed. "No?" Kurt looked around as his eyes widened in horror. "You're letting Kitty cook?"

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" Shadowcat protested angrily while pouring sauce on her pizza dough.

"You didn't have to eat those muffin!" the fuzzy blue boy retorted.

"Nightcrawler…" Storm warned.

"I'm going, I'm going…" Kurt sighed, then teleported out of the forbidden zone that was the kitchen.

The rest of the cooking went without a hitch, more or less. There were arguments about whose turn it was to use the stove and whose milk was whose, but otherwise it went smoothly. Everyone got to make exactly what they wanted, and besides an interruption from a half-dozen Jamies, they were left alone for the rest of the night.

All there was left was the auction tomorrow.

A/N: Ok, this was just a short little fic I wanted to do as kinda a Valentine's Day theme. There should be one more chapter of this, and that's where all the fun WAFF is going to come in.

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