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*Note--This story takes place during the early years.
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"I will be busy putting my presentation together for the University of Paris for the morning. If you need to contact me I will be conversing with a colleague for some last minute data. I have left his name and number at the front desk. Are there any questions?" Professor Charles Xavier asked addressing his five students who stood at attention in front of him. "No sir." came the response from all five of his students. "Excellent. Since we all are guests of the University I expect you to be on your best behavior. Do I make myself very clear? " "Yes Sir." Came the unified response of all his students. "Good. Dismissed. Go enjoy yourselves and remember I gave you all the checklist of historic sites for extra credit. If you manage to find all the landmarks you get a extra ten points added to your grades." Xavier looked straight at Bobby and Warren as he continued, "Some of you need the extra credit. Robert after your delightful book report on the movie version of "Moby Dick" and Warren's insightful midterm:" Xavier glared at Hank McCoy as he snickered in Warren's direction. "As I was saying the both of you really should consider taking me up on this rarely offered extra credit. All of you should consider it seriously. You never know when you might need the points. Scott I read your written request and I approved it. Hank, Warren you two are responsible for keeping track of Bobby. Jean that leaves you free to do the shopping you wanted to do. Are there any questions on my way out?" "No Sir." Once again came as a response from his students. Xavier quickly grabbed a bag from the pile of luggage. "I will see you all later." That as his final word he wheeled out the door. "And remember everyone BEST behavior." "Funny," Warren grumbled, "it almost sounded like he doesn't trust us." "Indeed" Hank added, "It did appear to sound that way." "I wonder why?" Scott said dryly "Could it be the Hong Kong drug lord we managed to get on the wrong side of the LAST time he took us out of the country?" "Spend one night treed by a tiger and you never forgive us. You could have just blasted it." Warren grumbled rolling his eyes at Scott. "I could have saved myself a lot of trouble and just blasted you and Hank." Scott shot back. "Now I'm sure I don't want to know." Jean stated out loud as she grabbed her purse and headed out the hotel room door. Scott Summers was having a very good time in Paris. Professor Xavier was generously allowing him to make the seven-mile trip to the World War II battlefield. Scott really wanted to see it. Since he wasn't in a hurry he was walking out there. He could take in some of the French countryside while he was here. Scott was doing a report on the fall of Paris to the Nazi's and the battlefield he was walking to where a key battle had taken place. Getting to see the battlefield was going to help Scott visualize the layout of the land and the mistakes that were made during that battle. Adding some depth to his paper. As an extra bonus he didn't have to baby sit Bobby or keep Hank and Warren out of trouble. Yes this trip was turning out to be a good one. He was about half way there when he saw the man. He was hitting a poor goat with a rather large stick. The man was calling it all kinds of nasty names and Scott flinched every time he hit the poor goat. Scott was going to keep moving on his merry way when he looked over his shoulder and saw the guy hit the goat again. Scott sighed and turned around and walked towards the man and the goat. "This sticks." Warren grumbled in Hank's direction, "We could be hitting every club in Paris and we have to baby sit Bobby and tour every lousy historic landmark in the city." Hank for once just nodded in agreement. "You know if we could find somewhere we could to stash Bobby for the day we could hit the clubs." Hank gave Warren a thoughtful look, "What kind of clubs?" Warren smirked at him and whispered very quietly so only Hank could hear his response to his question "You and I are old enough here to hit the naughty ones. I happen to know a few of them. " Hank gave him a look. Warren could tell the wheels were turning in Hank's brilliant little brain. "Hey guys, I think we need to take a left on the next street." Bobby yelled back at them from where he was about one hundred yards ahead of both of them. He was looking at a map. Right then Hank looked at something across the street that had caught his eye. Hank stopped suddenly. "I might have an idea. Professor Xavier told us we had to keep track of him. Implying that we just need to know where he is located. You wouldn't have brought a roll of duct tape with you by chance?" Warren nodded "We're traveling with Bobby. Of course I brought duct tape. Amazing stuff duct tape can take freezing cold and still say sticky. You have an idea?" Hank nodded at him; "We'll need three sheets. Let me do the talking. " Warren smirked at Hank and Hank smirked back. That's when they both called out "Hey Bobby come back here and let us take a look at that map." "Come on you stupid goat. Will you just move?” Scott Summers grumbled in the goat’s direction as he tugged on the goat's rope trying to lead it. "And to think most people bring home a miniature of the Eiffel Tower. Oh no not me. I have to bring home a goat." When Scott had approached the man and tried to communicate with him in his very broken French. Things had gone badly. Scott wasn't quite sure how he ended up buying the goat. It had taken almost all the money Scott had brought along with him, but now Scott owned the ill-tempered creature. Someday Scott vowed he would learn to ignore the little voice that always got him in to these messes. Next time he swore to himself that he was just going to walk away and mind his own business. Scott looked up at the heavens and said out loud in exasperation "How do I get myself in to these messes?" "Did I ever tell you that you are brilliant Hank?" Warren said smirking as he and Hank walked back in to the hotel together to change cloths to hit the clubs. "I never would have thought of doing that." "Of course you wouldn't have." Hank said smugly "That's why I'm brilliant. The Sheik was very generous to watch our sister for the rest of the day while we attended worship don't you think?" "Yes," Warren smirked at him "We will have to seriously consider his marriage proposal for our sister don't you think?" Hank and Warren were changed and just about to head out to hit the Paris clubs, when Scott walked in to the hotel room leading a goat. "Scott I thought you weren't getting back until late tonight." Warren said rather nervously. Hank and him exchanged looks hoping Slim didn't catch the looks they shot each other. "I had a change of plans, as you can see." Scott grumbled, "I swear she is the most ill-tempered creature I have ever had the misfortune to come across." Warren kneeled in front of the goat and started petting it gently. "I'm not even going to ask how you managed to get it past the hotel personal, or even how you managed to get her. Couldn't walk away again huh Slim? Does she have a name?" Scott glared at Warren "No I couldn't just walk away. Her owner was abusing her. No I haven't given her a name yet." "Ill-tempered? Have you considered Jeanette?" Hank added cheerfully trying to keep a straight face at Scott. Scott glared back at him. "No," Scott said coldly, "But I be sure to mention to Jean that was the name you suggested and ask her what she thinks of it." Hank just flinched. Scott tied the goat to the bedpost. Suddenly Scott looked around the room like something just occurred to him. He looked around the room once again. His eyes stopped and glared right through Hank and Warren. Scott asked in a mild deadly tone "Where's Bobby?" "So let me get this straight." Scott Summer stated coldly as he pegged his two teammates with his icy, cold glare. "You were told to keep track of Bobby so the two of you tied him up, gagged him, and posed him as your little sister. Approached a foreign dignitary while posing as members of his religion. Explained to him that you were visiting from Spain. Told him that you had no male relatives to take care of your 'sister' and you wanted to attend worship services where they do not allow women in. You then asked him if he could look after your 'sister' with the rest of his harem. So the two of you could hit the strip clubs?" "When you put it like that it sounds a little cold." Warren said rather sheepishly. "In our defense, he was a very nice educated man," Hank added in "He even offered to take her off our hands with a marriage proposal because she was so quite." Scott took a deep breath, "I hope you two realize what I'm going to do to you BEFORE I tell the Professor about this one." "May I make one suggestion O'Fearless? Before you proceed to trounce both of us?" Hank asked a little too cheerfully. "Anyone is allowed his final words." Scott said back. "You may want to go get your goat before Jean gets back from shopping. Your goat bit through the rope and headed in to Jean's room a while ago." Hank informed Scott rather gleefully. That's when Jean voice came roaring down the hall "What the hell is a goat doing in my room? And what the HELL is it doing eating my underwear!" Scott just looked at Hank and Warren who were trying to keep a straight face and whispered to them very quietly, "I hope you both realize, I going to kill both of you very slowly." "Jean I'm so sorry. I just turned my back on her for just five seconds. She chewed through the rope. I'll pay for anything that she destroyed. I swear." Scott apologized as he tried to wrestle something out of the goat's mouth. He gave it a good yank; he ended up sprawled several feet away on his butt. When he held up the bit of black lace and realized what it was, he started blushing. "I think. Think this belongs to you." Scott stated as he handed the little bit of black lace to Jean. "How did you guess?" Jean asked dryly. "Somehow I can't see Hank and Warren wearing that can you?" Scott blushed redder. It was nice to see usual cool calm Slim flustered. Jean glared at Scott. "Would you mind telling me how the goat got in to our hotel room?" Scott looked at his feet and muttered "No not really." Jean tried to keep a lid on her quick temper. "Okay. How about her name so I can yell at her." "Jeanette." Hank and Warren gleefully informed her from where they were standing in the doorway. Scott groaned inwardly vowing to kill Hank and Warren at the next opportunity. Jean took a deep breath and felt her temper hit her full force. "Jeanette, I see. What the HELL are you doing naming a goat after me?" Warren and Hank gave her completely innocent looks "We told him he shouldn't do it Red. In fact we told him it was down right mean." Warren gleefully informed her. Hank nodded in agreement, "And just because you can be a little ill humored at times. A bit stubborn that was no reason to name 'the most fouled tempered suborn creature he has ever had the misfortune to come across' after you." Jean counted to ten, yes control was her friend, or else the three men in this room were going to die tonight. Scott suddenly pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Jean. "Here's all the cash I have. This should be enough to replace everything 'Jeanette' destroyed. You two," Scott glared right at Hank and Warren, "can go shopping with Jean. I'm going to go rescue Bobby. Looks like your plans for tonight are cancelled." "We will endeavor to adapt Fearless." Hank said cheerfully as Scott slipped the rope over Jeanette's head, and led her out of Jean's room. "Come on 'Jeanette' we need to go rescue Bobby." Scott shot Hank and Warren a glare and stated "I'll deal with the two of you later, count on It." and marched out of hotel room. "Well," Warren added cheerfully "That went better than I thought it would." Hank nodded in agreement. Jean gave the two of them 'the look' and asked coldly, "What did you two do to Bobby now?" Bobby Drake was not having a good day. He was taped up and gagged with duct tape. Apparently duct tape could take super cold and say sticky. He didn't know that fact. Well you learn something-new everyday. Oh Yeah, he was going to get Hank and Warren for this one. He had a sheet draped over him so it looked like he was wearing traditional Moslem woman's clothing. Hank and Warren had duct-taped his hands in such away that it looked like his hands were folded in his lap. They had gagged him with the stuff and pinned some of the sheet to hide it so it looked like Bobby was wearing a veil and only his eyes were showing. Oh yes he was being a proper traditional Moslem woman, draped from head to foot, and gagged so he couldn't tell anyone differently. Only the evil thoughts of what he was going to do to Hank and Warren when he got out of here was getting him through the experience. When that didn't work anymore the visions of what Professor Xavier was going to do to them when Bobby snitched were even more appealing. At least the Sheik was very nice. He had even decided that Bobby was to young to stay with the rest of his harem. The Sheik was looking out for Bobby personally. The Sheik apparently was visiting Paris to listen to Professor Xavier's lecture on the emergence of the mutant race. He was very polite very well educated and very religious over all a perfect host. He supposed things could have been worse. Bobby was trying to draw on his natural pool of optimism. Telling himself that Slim or the Professor was going to find out where he was and rescue him. When she walked in to the room. She was probably the most beautiful woman that Bobby had ever seen. She had long flowing black hair, emerald green eyes and a set of legs that would put Jean's to shame. 'Wow Lucky Devil' was the only thought that came in to Bobby's mind when he got a good look at her. She walked in to the room where the Sheik was sitting by himself and Bobby didn't hear anything for quite a while. A while later the Sheik came staggering in to the room where Bobby was sitting. Bobby just watched in horror as the Sheik came staggering towards him with a growing red stain across the side of his head. As the Sheik fell at Bobby feet the only thought that came in to his mind was 'Not So Lucky Devil.' "I believe I will quote our youngest compatriot and ask 'Are we done yet'? I wish for this shopping experience to come to a quick close." Hank McCoy asked calmly to his redheaded teammate. Warren wisely remained silent as Jean glared at Hank. "No. Now shut up or I'm going to brain you." Jean Grey stated hotly. Hank rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to him Red. I am more than happy to be shopping with you. In fact I am more than happy to give an option on anything you may want to try on. Including the underwear your buying to replace what Jeanette destroyed" Warren said with a charming smile. "Kiss up." Hank grumbled at Warren. Warren gave him a charming smile and said, "You bet." "I hate men." Jean grumbled "Using the whole male population as slave labor is looking better and better. I knew I should have listen to my parents and considered that all girls school." "I am hurt Miss Grey. You never would have had the pleasure of meeting the four of us. I am going to win the Nobel Prize someday. Think of the bragging rights of being one of Henry McCoy's classmates." Hank stated blinking his eyes at her. Jean shot him a look. "Like I said that all girls boarding school is looking better and better. What else can go wrong?" Right then a man ran from behind Jean snatched her purse and continued running down the street. "Hey come back with my purse thief!" "Well that was easy. Shopping trip over." Hank stated gleefully. Jean shot him a glare as she went running after the guy. "My passport is in that purse." Jean shouted as she ran behind the corner after the purse thief. "You know our vacations are always interesting." Warren stated looking at Hank. "Indeed. Hopefully I won't end up in a cobra pit again." Hank stated dryly. "Shall we?" Warren asked. "Indeed." Hank answered back as they both started running in the direction that Jean ran. "Will you please be quite?" Scott grumbled down to Jeanette. "You are not making this job any easier you know that?" The goat proceeded to ignore him and crew on the flower display in the front of the Sheik's suite. "How do I get myself into these messes?" Scott looked down at Jeanette as he gave her rope a yank. "Trying to sneak past hotel security was bad enough without you trying to eat every piece of shrubbery along the way. You know that?" Jeanette once again proceeded to ignore him and continued eating the flower arrangement. Scott looked down at the piece of paper he was holding in his hand and muttered out loud. "This has to be the place." Jeanette suddenly turned her attention from the flower arrangement and snatched the piece of paper right out of Scott's hand. "Stupid goat. I hope we're at the right room." When he tried the door Scott found out that unlocked. "Finally. Maybe something is going my way for a change." Scott knocked a couple of times. No answer, he hated to do it but after the about the tenth knock with no answer Scott walked in. "Excuse me? Is their anyone here?" This was very strange there was no one here. Right when Scott figured he must have the wrong suite. That's when he saw the blood leading to one of the rooms. Jean had managed to corner her purse thief in an abandoned alley. "Buddy," she stated rather calmly "You picked the wrong purse to snatch. You caught me on a REALLY bad day." Realizing that he had nowhere to run. The thief turned around and pulled out a knife. Jean looked totally unimpressed. "Oh look the big bad purse thief is going to hurt me with his knife. Should I scream for help now?" She asked rather bored. As the thief came forward he slashed the knife in a threatening manner in Jean's direction. Jean just rolled her eyes at him and said rather sarcastically. "Oh help." Scott carefully followed the trail of blood in to a side room. He'd left Jeanette in the hallway. Scott carefully opened the door just a crack. With the door open he saw a woman standing over what looked like a draped figure and she was pointing a gun. What looked like dead body lying at the draped figure's feet "Bobby?" Scott blurted out. The woman turned and fired in Scott's direction. Scott jumped to the side as the bullet went buzzing by his head. "Men are such lead heads. You know that?" Jean grumbled at her now restrained purse thief. "I go to school with some of the biggest lead heads around. I happen to like the biggest one. Did you know that? I mean what does it take for one guy to notice a girl? What do I have to do paint 'I like you' on my body and run naked in front of him? Instead he named a smelly, bad tempered goat after me. Would you mind telling me exactly what that means?" The last part Jean just shook the thief that was stuck in her telekinetic field to emphasize her words. "I hate men. I really can't figure them out either and I'm a telepath too." Jean just gave the guy she was holding still and gagging a glare. "Bet you didn't know that when you snatched my purse and tried to attack me did you? Next time I would think twice before trying to attack a telekinetic." Jean just studied the guy carefully and rolled her eyes a little. "Now what am I going to with you? I can't just let you go because of my secret identity. I can't report it to the police for the same reason. I can't keep you in my telekinetic field indefinitely and I just can't let you go. I guess I am just going to have to keep you with me until your ready to go to the police and confess without mentioning anything about me. " Right then Hank and Warren came running in to the alley. Warren smirked at her. "I guess you didn't need our help after all." Jean rolled her eyes at them "It was just a mugger. I just can't figure out what I'm going to do with him now that I caught him." Right them Hank pulled something out of his coat and asked, "Duct tape?" Meanwhile back at the X-men's hotel room. Professor Charles Xavier wheeled in on his wheel chair and headed for the pile that was his and his students' luggage. "Where is it? I grabbed the wrong bag. My speech has to be here." Then it occurred to him "Scott must have it." He stated out loud. "I grabbed Scott's bag by mistake. So Scott has to have my bag with my speech, slides and data in it. That means I have to track Scott down. Well how difficult could that be?" Scott went running, leaped and knocked Bobby and him under cover as another bullet went buzzing by their heads. Scott ripped the sheet away to reveal Bobby gagged. Scott flinched as he stated to Bobby before ripping the duct tape off. "This is going to hurt a lot." Bobby nodded and Scott ripped the gag away. "That hurt. I am so glad to see you! When she pointed that gun at me. I thought I was a goner." Bobby exclaimed as Scott started sawing the duct tape off Bobby's hands with his jackknife. Another bullet whizzed by their heads. "Can you please tell me what is going on in here?" Scott asked looking at Bobby as he ducked a little lower. "Think the woman shooting at us just killed the Sheik. She's trying to kill us because we can identify her." "You know" Scott grumbled, "Our vacations are always interesting." Bobby just nodded at him. "It will get even more interesting when I get my hands on Hank and Warren for getting me in to this mess." "On three?" Scott asked. "Works for me." Bobby replied. Right then they both heard the 'click, click' of empty gun. The woman just cursed and stated "I'll take care of you two later." Then she ran out the door of the suite. Scott and Bobby just exchanged baffled looks. "Yeah like we should be worried." Bobby stated. Scott just nodded agreeing, "What type of incompetent hit woman only carries one clip?" "Is he dead?" Bobby asked looking down at the Sheik Scott went to the Sheik and tried to find a pulse. "Nope she missed. Glazed him just knocked the man cold. Let's get out of here. I'm sure security will be coming soon. I need some time to figure things out and decide what we should do next. I for one don't want to try to explain what both of us are doing in the here. Do you? Let's go find the others and try to come up with a plan. Well call the police once we get out of here." "That would be a very good idea." Bobby added nodding. They both quickly ran out the door. Scott grabbed Jeanette's rope on their way out. "Scott where did you get the goat? Why did you name it after Jean." Bobby asked. "Please don't ask" Was Scott's only reply as they ran down the hall towards the stairs. "I think we should name him Eiffel in honor after the most renown land mark in all of Paris. What do you two think?" Hank McCoy asked gleefully as he inspected their now tied and gagged purse thief. The thief was now fully restrained with duct tape wrapped all over him. "I agree with Hank. Eiffel will make a great name. Don't you think Eiffel?" Warren asked their restrained thief gleefully. Eiffel tried to reply something in French behind the duct tape gag. "Temper, temper." Warren shot back at him. Jean glared at Eiffel "I told you. You are going nowhere until you’re ready to confess your crimes to the police. Until then you're stuck where you are." She then looked at Hank and Warren. "What am I going to do now? I can't very well drag him through the streets of Paris tied and gagged can I." "I believe that Jean does have a very valid point." Hank added in with a thoughtful look on his face. "I might just have an idea." Warren stated as he headed out of the alley. "You two stay here and I'll be right back. I think I what we can do about our little problem." When Scott and Bobby hit the stairwell the hit woman was waiting to take a couple more shots at them. Both Scott and Bobby jumped out of the way. Her shots bounced wildly around the stairwell. "Thought that every hit man knew that you don't fire in the cement stairwells." Bobby grumbled Scott nodded. "When the bullets bounce around their just as likely to hit you. As well as your target." "You think she has more than one clip this time?" Bobby asked rather calmly. Scott rolled his eyes "I would hope so. I guess we're heading up. At least if she is chasing us she's not checking to see if she killed the Sheik." Scott looked around for Jeanette. Scott saw that Jeanette was already three flights of stairs above them. "Follow the goat." Bobby exclaimed as they both headed after Jeanette. "You're kidding right?" Jean Grey glared at Warren rather coldly. "There is NO way I am wearing that outfit." "Trust me on this one Jean." Warren looked at her earnestly "Wearing this out fit no one is even going to blink with you leading a man tied and gagged around by a dog collar." "Did you bring a whip too?" Jean asked coldly. "I would hope so." Hank added in trying very hard to keep a straight face. "It would be the only accessory that would complement that outfit; or maybe a handcuff belt. Defiantly shouts 'cat-o-nine tails' to me though. Warren's right though no one is going to think twice." "I think you picked it up to see what I would look like as a S&M cover girl of the month." Jean stated glaring at both her male teammates. "Look" Warren stated coldly "I choose one to the few that covered everything. Do you want to just let Eiffel go? Think of the next poor woman he may attack she might not be so lucky." Jean glared at him "You don't play fair Warren." "I think Jean was wearing that outfit in a dream I had a few nights back." Hank stated out loud ignoring the on going argument. "Shut up Hank." Warren grumbled to his other teammate. "Look the choice is up to you. You can always telepathically manipulate the crowds so no one will notice." "Give me the damned outfit." Jean grumbled as she snatched the black leather number out of Warren's hands. Scott and Bobby hit the roof with the hit woman just a few flights behind. She had missed them the whole way up the twenty something flights of stairs. Bobby looked down at the ground. "You wouldn't have a rope in your backpack would you?" Bobby asked Scott. Scott nodded as he took the backpack he was wearing and opened it. Scott got a very strange look on his face. "What is it?" Bobby asked. "Apparently I have Professor Xavier's speech. He grabbed the wrong bag this morning. I have his." Scott stated quite calmly. Scott glared at Jeanette that had taken notice of the paper in the backpack. "Don't you even think about it." Scott stated to Jeanette with an icy glare. "Well that's not good." Bobby announced. "Do you think she'll manage to kill us at point blank range?" "I don't know. She didn't manage to kill the Sheik. I think our odds are really good." Scott replied calmly. Right then the hit woman that had been chasing them slammed open the roof door. Bobby looked at Scott and asked, "Should we try the fire escape?" Scott nodded in response as a bullet went whizzing by his head. "I could also try to make the roof icy. Should I give that a try?" Scott nodded once again in response. "I have you both now." The hit woman stated in broken English. Scott and Bobby both put their hands over their heads and turned to face the woman pointing the gun at them. Bobby at the same time concentrated on spreading the ice all over the roof and under all their feet. "On three Bobby." Scott stated quietly. Right then Jeanette head butted the hit woman she went sliding on the ice and right off the roof. Bobby and Scott just carefully ran to the edge of the roof to look down. "You think we killed her?" Bobby asked quietly. Out of a dumpster in the alley below came some very loud French cursing. Scott shook his head. "Apparently not. I don't think what she is suggesting is even physically possible." Bobby then looked around the roof. "Scott? Jeanette and Professor Xavier's backpack are both gone." "After the goat." Was Scott's reply. "Not one word you two. I swear I will kill you both." Jean Grey stated. She walked out of the shadows in low cut, tight fitting, leather number Warren had bought for her. "Oh you remembered the handcuff belt and the whip." Hank announced gleefully. "It not that bad Red honestly." Warren added in "It just shows off a bit of cleavage. It really isn't all that bad. I've seen worse. Trust me one is going to think twice about Eiffel being tied and gagged." "I said not ONE word." Jean glared at Hank. "Beat me Mistress Grey and make it hurt so good." Hank announced cheerfully. Warren stepped between Jean and Hank as Jean made a threatening stepped towards Hank. "Hank." Warren said threatening "I think the spiked dog collar for Eiffel really pulls the outfit together." Hank continued. Jean just glared at him and cracked her whip. Right then all three watched Scott and Bobby run past the alley chasing Jeanette. A few moments later they saw a woman waving a gun, covered in garbage, screaming for Scott and Bobby to stand still so she could kill them. "Our vacations are always interesting." Warren stated dryly. "Are you four just trouble magnets?" Jean asked. " This vacation could get interesting after all. After the goat." Hank announced cheerfully. "Okay which way could they have gone?" Jean asked looking at the four different diverging roads. "This is Eiffel's fault." Hank grumbled "He slowed us down. So we lost Scott and Bobby." Eiffel gave Hank a muffled reply behind his duct tape gag. "Temper Temper." Hank announced cheerfully. "You try to keep up with two guys in three inch heels." Jean grumbled to her teammates. "Does anyone know where we are?" Warren asked looking around the street the three of them were now on. "I thought you knew Paris 'like the back of your hand'?" Hank asked giving Warren an annoyed look. "More like he knows Paris like the back of his head." Jean grumbled "Oh Miss Grey that was a good one." Hank announced gleefully looking around "Look Jean you're only getting a few shocked glances. Oh wait that gentleman over there is wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth." "How polite of him." Jean announced dryly glaring at Hank. "Will you two calm down?" Warren broke in. "I know Paris. My mother comes here shopping all the time." That when a voice came from behind them "Worthington! We need to talk to you." "Oh no" Warren groaned, "What are those morons doing in Paris?" "Jeanette only ate the first three pages of Professor Xavier's speech. He has a photographic memory so that shouldn't be a problem for him right? I mean, she didn't get a hold on the data and she just drooled on the slides a little?" Scott asked looking at his youngest teammate for reassurance. Bobby's reply was muffled as he stuffed another hotdog in to his mouth and washed it down with his third soda. "Thanks a lot Bobby." Scott grumbled as he crinkled his nose up at the hotdog that Bobby was willing to share with him. "No thanks. How can you eat those things after all the stories Hank told you about how they're made? We're surrounded by some of the best restaurants in the world and you head straight to the hotdog vender." Scott stated rolling his eyes behind his glasses at Bobby. " Well we couldn't find a McDonalds." Bobby retorted. "I think that someone hasn't eaten today and his blood sugar is low. So he's being really cranky." Bobby pulled a package of snowballs out of his pocket and offered one to Scott. "Snowball?" Scott glared at Bobby. "I am not being cranky." Bobby shrugged as he stuffed the snowball whole in to his mouth. "I swear with the way you eat you must have a hollow head." Bobby shrugged at Scott and gave him a grin "Nope you’re not the least bit cranky. You think we lost her for the time being?" Scott nodded at him "I think we lost her on that last intersection over by the church." "That reminds me." Bobby announced as he pulled something out of his pocket and put a checkmark by three locations on his list. "I only need to find one more place for my extra credit. See getting chased through the Paris streets by a crazy hit woman does have its advantages. I have found most of the landmarks Professor Xavier listed." Then Bobby's face lit up with a mischievous expression "At least I won’t get in to trouble for letting a goat eat his speech." "Stuff it Bobby." Scott announced coldly. Right then they both saw the hit woman running across the park. She was running straight in their direction. Scott sighed and said, "Here we go again." "Oh look, she took the time to clean up before she tries to kill us again. You think she took the time to get more ammo too?" Scott rolled his eyes "Probably." She ran towards them screaming something in French. "We know," Bobby and Scott both, stated out loud at once rather dryly "Your going to kill us." "Well" Bobby added in cheerfully "I'm done eating. I have one more landmark to find. Ready for round three?" "Listen to me you three stupid morons. I never dated your sister. I don’t like your sister. I never did anything more with your sister than file a restraining order against her." Warren stated glaring at the three huge men that were standing in front of them. "Let me see." Hank announced gleefully "Human like appearance. Ape like brain. I wonder how many water towers these three fell out of on to their heads?" "Is your friend making fun of us Worthington?" "I wouldn't even think of it my dear chaps." Hank announced gleefully. He turned in Jean's direction and mouthed the words 'missing link'. "Look" Warren jumped in "This is some huge misunderstanding. I don't know what your sister may have told you three but trust me it didn't happen. I filed a restraining order against her so she would stop stalking me isn't that enough?" "Not from the country they're from. Alabama perhaps?" Hank jumped in gleefully. "We're from Georgia buddy." One of the three brothers added in defensively. "I stand corrected." Hank retorted. "Worthington you dumped our sister and destroyed her honor and we can't allow that to just slide." " I never dated you sister so how could I dump her and destroy her honor?" Warren retorted hotly. "Are we seeing the real reason why you transferred to our institution?" Hank asked Warren gleefully. "I see you dropped our sister for this red headed slut." One of the brothers added in inspecting Jean rather closely. "Watch it Buddy. I have a whip." Jean announced back to him with a cold glare. "I have a really easy way to settle this Worthington." The brother that appeared to be the oldest added in looking straight at Warren. "I would love to hear it. That way your entire crazy inbred family would just leave me alone." Warren announced looking straight at him. "We simply beat the crap out of you and mess up your profile a bit. You won't hear from us again. Besides we don't want you near our sister if you date woman like her." He gestured towards Jean in her black leather outfit. "You know we had pretty much given up looking for you since you transferred out of school. We were just shopping here in Paris with Mom and Lord and behold your running down the same street the three of us were walking down." "What do you mean 'a woman like her'?" Jean asked narrowing her eyes dangerously. "Really" Hank added in "What type of barbarians are you? Messing up a perfect profile like that." Hank looked at Jean "What will we do? Warren's the pretty one." Jean looked at Hank amused "I thought I was the pretty one?" "Nope you’re the hot headed one." Hank announced to her. "Be quiet you two." Warren added in hotly. "Well isn't just my lucky day. We happened to find each other here in Paris so we can settle this once and for all. I am not going to let you three mess up my face for something I did not do." "That's why Momma McCoy always told me never to date stupid people. She always told me the genes always breed true. Mean and ugly are always a personal judgement call." Hank added in gleefully smirking at Jean. "Look" Jean added in "Could we settle this later? We have two friends that someone is trying to kill." "What type of idiots do you think we are?" One of the brothers added in defensively. "Do you really want to know?" Hank added in cheerfully. "Worthington do you always let your woman speak for you? Why don't you do something constructive with that mouth sweetheart and come lay a big wet one right here?" One of the brothers asked motioning to his lips. Jean blinked at him. Then she got 'that' look on her face. She handed Eiffel's leash to Hank and threw her hair over her shoulder. "Why don't I show you boys some moves that will rock your world?" Jean asked sweetly. Hank and Warren just exchanged the 'you think she's going to kill him?' look. The brother shot Jean a leer and said, "That sounds like a really good idea Sweetheart." Jean started walking towards them. Hank wondered if they were going to have three bodies to hide. Professor Charles Xavier was being driven around the streets of Paris trying to locate his students. Trying to track them telepathically had drained him rather quickly. So he was doing it the old fashion way. He wasn't having much luck at it either. All he had managed to track was where his students' telepathic signatures had been. He rubbed his head he was getting a huge headache. "I could have had tenure at Oxford." He muttered out loud to himself. "What part of 'best behavior' didn't they understand?" His driver gave him a pitting look in the rearview mirror. That's when he sensed three telepathic signatures coming right at them. "Driver stop the car right now!" The driver slammed on the brakes. Just as a trash can containing three young men came rolling in to the middle of the intersection right in front of the car. "Well if you had asked me I would have said that it was physically impossible to stuff three men that size in to one trash can. Isn't it amazing you learn something new everyday." Hank announced skipping along besides Jean and Warren. "Don't you think rolling the three of them in to on coming traffic was, how do I say it? A little extreme?" Warren asked a little sheepishly. "No." Was all that Jean replied glaring at Warren. "I think all we need is for Jean to develop her powers a little more and the four of us can retire from the super hero business. She can use that outfit to distract criminals." Hank added cheerfully. "Shut up Hank." Jean announced "Or there's a trash can with your name on it." Right then Eiffel tried to say something behind his gag. Jean ripped the duct tape away. Hank and Warren both flinched. "Are you ready to go to the police and confess?" Jean asked Eiffel. Eiffel said something to Jean in French. Jean just gave him a cold look and put another gag on him. "I told you. You are not going anywhere until you’re ready to confess to your crimes." "Well should we go find Scott and Bobby?" Hank asked changing the topic. "You know" Scott said to Bobby dryly "We could shut her down in about five seconds if we just used our mutant powers." "What's the fun in that? Think of all the exotic places we seen when we don't use our mutant powers to get our selves out of messes. Remember 'mutant powers should be means of last resort'." Bobby responded cheerfully. "Now where could that landmark be?" "Exotic places? The last time we got in to trouble and couldn't use our mutant powers because of our secret identities; I got treed by a tiger, and then I had to pull Hank out of a cobra pit." Scott responded with an exasperated look at Bobby. "You raised the bar for the rest of us. I did not know you could whip a snakes head off like that until you did it." Bobby responded. "It's all in the angle." Scott responded dryly. "Where do you think she went?" Bobby asked looking around. "I honestly don't know. I think we lost her at the last intersection." Scott responded shaking his head "For how long I don't know." Scott gave Bobby an annoyed glance "Would you mind telling me your secret? Jeanette never followed me around like that." "I shared one of my hotdogs with her." Bobby stated. "You gave her one of your hotdogs? Do you know what those things do to you much less her?" Scott stated giving Bobby a very shocked look. "She likes them." Bobby responded by sticking his tongue out at Scott. "Are you going to help me find my last land mark or not?" "Give me the map and I'll see if I can find it." Scott announced. Right then a car shrieked around the corner and headed straight for them. Both of them recognized the driver. "You know I really do have to give her an A plus for effort." Scott stated dryly to Bobby. "That's no fair using a car like that. It's against our unspoken rules." Bobby announced. "I think we should really dive out of the way." Scott announced rather bored watching the speeding car bore down on them. "Nah." Bobby responded, "I can do something." "Bobby don't." Scott stated. Scott knew he shouted a little too late as a thin sheet of ice formed across the road. The car went sliding out of control and right in to a roadside fruit stand. Scott flinched as six more cars hit the ice and went skidding ended up in a huge pile up. The road was completely blocked up with cars now. It looked like it was going to turn in to a traffic nightmare very quickly. Thankfully no one was hurt. All the drivers got out of their cars and started inspecting the damage to their cars. The hit woman got out of her car and vanished in to the gathering crowd. "Whoops." Bobby said sheepishly looking around. "I don't think Professor Xavier is going to be very happy when he hears about this." "Remember Bobby 'means of last resort?" Scott announced dryly. "Well Scott and Bobby were both here." Warren stated looking at the icy road, the pile up and the traffic jam that was going on for miles. "What clued you in Warren?" Jean asked dryly. "I don't know the icy road shout 'Bobby' to me. I really don't know why." Warren retorted just as dryly in Jean's direction. "This is not fair." Hank grumbled, "If they were planning on doing far spread chaos and destruction they should have waited for us. I didn't get a chance to do any last time being in the hospital with snakebite. I feel cheated." "What trouble did you four get in too in Hong Kong?" Jean asked looking at her two teammates. "Blow up one fireworks warehouse." Warren grumbled. "Fire works. Explosives." Hank announced looking at Warren. "Hello! You didn't wait for me." "Sorry." Warren grumbled "Next time if we plan to accidentally blow something up. We will make sure we have our resident mad scientists is with us. Jeez you would think blowing up the basement every other day explosions would be boring everyday things to you by now." "Let's try to get out of Paris with out blowing anything up." Jean stated shaking her head at her two teammates. "Let's just find Scott and Bobby before they manage to get themselves in to more trouble." "I'm sorry Sir." Xavier's driver stated. "Apparently traffic is piled up for miles. The radio says it's a pile up do to a icy road." The driver gave Xavier a confused look in the rearview mirror "That's has to be wrong considering it's July. I'm afraid we are going to be sitting in traffic for a while." "Yes." Xavier stated dryly "The radio must have their information confused. What could possibly make a road icy in July." Under his breath Xavier grumbled "Robert." Jean, Warren and Hank managed to catch sight of Scott and Bobby about six blocks from the 'accident' site. "I'm telling you Bobby, that last landmark is not on the map. Professor Xavier must have written this list out with out looking at the tourist maps because it's not on it." Scott was saying. "I need that extra credit. So where going to find it." Bobby announced sticking out his chin stubbornly. "Well," Scott retorted, "If you had actually read the book. You wouldn't be in this mess right now would you?" "Don't rub it in." Bobby grumbled. "Well," Jean announced dryly "It's nice to see that you two are all right. Do you two realize how hard it was to find you?" Neither Scott nor Bobby looked up from the map they were looking at. Bobby answered with out looking up. "Of course we're all right it just was a hit woman not big deal. It's not like she Magneto. We're trying to find the last landmark for my extra credit." Bobby looked up just then and stared at Jean's outfit. "Jean?" Scott catching the shook in Bobby's voice looked up from the map. Jean got the impression if his eyes weren't covered up she would see him staring at her. His mouth hung open. "Jean?" Jean gave him a cold look back and answered, "Yes?" Scott’s eyebrow went up as he got control of his surprise and he added in rather dryly. "I hope they included a whip with that outfit. Who's your friend?" Scott gestured in Eiffel's direction. Jean blinked "Did he just crack a joke?" "Indeed a whip was included." Hank gleefully added in "She has it on her somewhere." "You mean she can hide stuff in that outfit?" Bobby blurted in. Hank continued "Our dear friend Eiffel tried to steal Jean's purse and when she chased him he pulled a knife on her. He's going to be our guest until he sees the error of his ways, and is willing to confess his crimes to the police." Scott eyebrow went a little further up his forehead. "If he doesn't confess?" Hank shrugged "I need a human subject for my gene splicing experiments. We can keep him down in the basement lab." Eiffel gave Hank a horrified look. Scott raised his eyebrow a little further. Jean suddenly came to two major conclusions: One-Scott Summers did have a sense of humor. Two-the guys were going to have quite a bit of fun tormenting Eiffel. When Scott asked, "What about those pesky things called 'ethics'?" "Blah, Blah" Hank replied, "What is one life to further science?" "Does this mean now that he has a live subject we won't have to go dig up anymore bodies in the middle of the night?" Bobby asked seriously getting in to the fun. "I hope so." Warren added dryly in "Gruesome task." Eiffel was looking at all of them like they were some types of monsters. Jean was almost buying it herself. Then again she had never been down in Hank's lab? Warren gave Bobby an innocent look "Hey, not all Hank does is evil and horrible. I happen to like my new set of wings." Now, Jean knew for sure they were tormenting Eiffel. "I think I will splice his genes with a tree squirrel. What do you think?" Hank asked with an innocent thoughtful expression on his face. "I think you should cross him with a bat." Bobby added in gleefully. "That is a very interesting thought Robert. I will have to consider it." Hank gave Bobby a considering look. "I think we are all missing the point of who is going to take care of him." Scott added in "Look at what Hank does to his rats. How long do you think Eiffel is going to survive?" "Long enough to make him 'batman'?" Bobby added in. "By the way." Warren broke in "Where's the woman that was trying to kill the two of you?" Scott shrugged "I think we lost her about three blocks from here why?" "You know if we could capture her. I would have a breeding pair for my experiments." Hank added in thoughtfully. Eiffel gave Hank another horrified look. "Did anyone notice the flower vender heading this way?" Warren asked. "Yes" Scott "it's not our hit woman but he's looking nervous?" "Maybe it's Jean in that outfit." Hank added in gleefully. "It's enough to make any man nervous." Jean glared at him "Stuff it Hank. I warned you about the trash can with your name on it." Right then the flower vender approached them. "Excuse me?" He said in broken English "I have a bouquet of flowers for the two young gentlemen." He motioned towards Scott and Bobby. "Of course we will take them my good man. How much do we owe you?" Hank asked. "Nothing. They have already been paid for." The vender stated nervously threw the bouquet to Bobby and started running away as quickly as he could. "Is it me or is that gentleman in a BIG hurry to leave." Hank asked looking at the bouquet. "Does anyone else hear the sound of a electronic timer?" Scott asked dryly. "This is really insulting. What kind of amateurs does she think we are?" Bobby asked indignantly. Eiffel was giving them a panicked look and was trying to run away. Warren did a quick scan around using his eagle like vision. "Hank how much time do we have on the timer?" "Sixty seconds." Hank announced calmly. "Really a man should give flowers to a woman not the other way around." Warren smirked at Hank. "Indeed. Couldn't agree with you more. We really should give these flowers back to her." Hank responded. "Two hundred yards to the left." Warren announced. Hank angled the bouquet. "A little more to the left. Bingo." Hank let the bouquet fly. "You know you guys are rather comfortable with the idea of a woman trying to kill you." Jean announced dryly watching the flower bouquet fly over the field. "Hang out with Warren and his Ex's long enough." Bobby added in cheerfully. Right then there was a loud explosion from across the field. Everyone just stood there and watched as what looked like a bronze decorative plate landed at their feet among the other wreckage; Jeanette who was sitting next to them chewing on the grass never even blinked. "Oh dear." Hank announced rather sheepishly. "She must have thrown it in to the memorial." "Well no one was hurt." Warren added in "Professor Xavier is not going to be happy about this. I knew we left too much time on that timer." "Do you guys make it a point to take only pictures and leave only ashes?" Jean asked quite seriously. Eiffel looked like he wanted to pass out. "I think that was the lank mark that I still had to find. World War I Memorial" Bobby looked down at the bronze plaque "That was it all right. Let's see built in. " Bobby then looked at his list and then at Scott "Professor Xavier wants to know when it was bombed. You think he will take today's time and date as an answer?" "I think he meant by the Nazi's Bobby." Scott stated dryly. "How far are we from the hotel?" Jean asked her four other teammates. "We're in the club district now." Warren informed her, "It's really close to the hotels. Probably about two blocks why?" "I want to get out of these shoes. I'm getting blisters." Jean responded. Jean turned to Scott "What are you going to do with Jeanette? She's not staying in my room." Before Scott could answer a voice rang out. "Worthington!" Warren just groaned "Not these idiots again. I thought we got rid of them when Jean rolled them in to on coming traffic." "I thought a seasoned pro like you would know better than to date stupid bimbo's with older brothers." Bobby asked gleefully. "Shut up Bobby." Warren growled. "These idiots really don't take a hint. Do they?" Jean announced rather annoyed. "Let's just avoid them." Scott announced picking up his pace. "We can just stay ahead of them." Right then the hit woman jumped out of the alley about a hundred yards ahead of them. She said something to them in French and started pointing a gun at them. Scott stopped. "Then again maybe not. Change of plan we'll duck in to a club and try to lose them." "You know hanging out with you four, I see the classiest places." Jean announced dryly as she inspected the club they had ducked in to. "I mean the pool of chocolate pudding adds something to the place that you just can't find in a four star hotel." "Well think of it this way Red." Warren stated looking at her outfit. "You will fit right in." "I feel down right underdressed without a dog collar on." Hank added in looking around the place. "Is this one of the places you were planning to take me?" "I didn't even know this place existed. Scott has the devils luck sometimes." Warren added in with a growing smirk on his face. Two women with very little clothing on were jumping in to the pool of chocolate pudding. "Men!" Jean announced with disgust rolling her eyes. "Look everyone calm down." Scott butted in calmly "I'm going to do some scouting around and see if we lost them. Everyone just stay calm and stay out of trouble." He handed Bobby Jeanette's rope and vanished in to the crowd. "Well" Jean stated looking around "Since we're under orders to stay put any way. Explain to me what you see in two barely dressed woman rolling around in pudding." "What?" Warren and Hank both snapped their attention back to Jean from the pool. "Two woman rolling around it pudding? What's so great about it?" Jean asked again rolling her eyes. "I will try to explain it to you Miss Grey" Hank answered. "If you explain to me what woman see in Jane Austin novels. I appreciate many forms of literature but I have never understood what a woman sees in Jane Austin." Jean opened her mouth to answer and shut it closed again "Maybe these are secrets that are best left unknown to the other side of the species." "Those were my thoughts exactly." Hank stated seriously. "Hey Bobby isn't that the woman that was trying to kill you?" Warren asked nudging Bobby. "That's her alright. She looks like she is targeting in on someone." Bobby announced. "She has Scott in her sights." Jean announced after a quick scan. "Scott doesn't know she's there." Jean handed Eiffel's rope to Bobby. "Take care of him while I take care of her." "I got him." Bobby announced as Jean took off towards the pool of pudding at a run. Right then Jeanette gave her rope a yank. The rope flew out of Bobby's hands. Jeanette ran after Jean. "Jeanette come back!" Bobby yelled running after the goat dragging Eiffel along after him. "Did I tell you our vacations are always interesting." Warren asked Hank dryly. "Indeed. After the goat." Hank responded. "Where did she go?" Jean grumbled to herself. She had the woman in her sights before the hit woman had vanished in to the crowd again. Jean quickly scanned the crowd and no sign of where she could have went. Jean scanned the crowd again that's when Jean saw her. She had her sights on Scott. Jean knew she was never going to warn him or get to the hit woman to stop her in time. "Where could Bobby have gone? I mean a young kid dragging a man around by a dog collar, chasing a goat shouldn't be that difficult to find even in this crowd." Warren grumbled. "I don't where he could have gone." Hank announced quickly scanning the crowd. That's when a very familiar voice came ringing out from the crowd "Worthington!" "I thought we lost those morons." Warren grumbled. "Apparently not. They are really starting to annoy me Warren." Hank said softly. "We find Bobby first. Then we trounce them." Warren replied. "Agreed. Let's head towards the stage." Jean was about to shout a warning in Scott's direction both verbally and telepathically when Jeanette came running. Jeanette came running down the isle full blast, and head butted the hit woman straight in to the pudding before she could take her shot. Jean blinked at Jeanette who was just sitting there looking down at the hit woman carefully. The hit woman was cursing Jeanette quite colorfully in French. Jean looked at Jeanette. Jeanette looked right back. "Always send a woman right Jeanette?" Jean announced to the goat. The goat it seemed nodded at her. With the crowd cheering loudly. Jean jumped in to the pudding pool after the hit woman. "Is that Jean in there decking it out with our hit woman?" Warren asked coming to a complete stop on his and Hank's way to the stage. Hank blinked at him and nodded. "Two woman decking it out in a all out cat fight in a pool of chocolate pudding. I think I had a very dirty dream about that once." "You know Hank there is something's I just don't want to know." Warren responded dryly. "That Jean alright. Ouch! Jean's getting down right vicious." Hank chuckled "I think we should take note. Woman ARE the deadlier of the species." Jean hit the woman again hard. Warren flinched as the crowd let out another loud cheer. "I'm just thankful she isn't taking that mood out on us." "Worthington!" That annoying voice rang out through the crowd. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Warren asked Hank. "Indeed I am. We can't let Jeannie have all the fun can we?" Hank responded with an evil grin. Jean grabbed the hit woman's long hair and hit her again. The hit woman went down and didn't get back up. The crowd went wild. Jean just threw her pudding-coated hair over her shoulder and staggered to the edge of the pool. "Never send a man to do a woman's work." She grumbled to herself. Scott was at the edge of the pool looking at her "Are you alright?" Jean nodded to him. Right then one of the three brothers that had been bothering them came flying out of the crowd and land face first in the pudding. "Oh No. Please no." She heard Scott groan as Hank and Warren tackled the other two in to the pudding pool after their brother. The crowd once again went wild. Bobby appeared at the edge of the pool with Eiffel. "Get them guys!" Bobby shouted in Hanks and Warren direction. Scott sighed and muttered "Why me?" Scott then took his backpack off and jumped in next to Jean to go help Hank and Warren. Jean and Bobby were so involved in what was going on in the center of the pool. They never noticed Jeanette eyeing the backpack. Scott's hit his opponent hard and he went face down in to the pudding. He didn't get up again. Hank's was the next one to go down. Warren's went down last. That's when the voice rang out through the crowd. Scott's blood went cold. He could tell it had the same effect on Hank and Warren. "Would you all mind telling me what is the meaning of all this! And WHY is that goat eating my speech!" Charles Xavier's voice rang out. The crowd went deafly silent. A mutual "Oh boy." came from Hank and Warren. A "Sir we can explain." came from Jean. That's when Scott noticed Jeanette up on the edge of the pool. She had managed to get Professor Xavier's speech out of his backpack and was eating it. Jeanette had even managed to dip it in the pudding for flavor. Bobby was wisely staying quiet. Scott looked around. Bobby was still holding Eiffel tied and gagged by a dog collar and leash. Hank and Warren were cover in pudding from decking it out with the three brothers and were in the middle of the ring. Jean was dressed as a cover model for S&M monthly AND was covered in pudding from head to toe. Jeanette was eating the speech and data that Professor Xavier had to present in the morning. This looked very bad. Right then Bobby pulled his extra credit sheet out of his pocket and handed it to Professor Xavier. Scott just wondered to himself vaguely why he had to be born such a lucky person as Professor Xavier started reading the list. Jean had just managed to shampoo the last of the pudding out of her hair and managed to put a robe on. When there was a knock at her hotel room door. "Come in." Jean announced. The door opened and Scott was standing in the doorway looking a little uncomfortable holding a couple of packages. He stood in the doorway looking like he wasn't sure if he should come in or not. Scott cleared his throat. "I can come back later. When you're dressed if you prefer." Jean shook her head. "Come in Scott. Though I thought we all were under house arrest until Professor Xavier decides what he's going to do with us?" "We are. I snuck out. I wanted to drop this off to you." Jean noticed he had a bucket of ice and a couple of packages in his hand and a bag in the other. "I figured you could use some ice for the shiner and some Band-Aids for the blisters." "What's in the bag?" Jean asked. Scott cleared his throat. "An apology. I figured I owed you one for Jeanette and for sending Hank and Warren shopping with you. " Scott handed her the bag. "I hope you don't get mad. I mean. I didn't know your size to replace what Jeanette destroyed so I picked up something else. I hope you like it. I don't know if it's appropriate…" Jean snatched the bag from out of Scott hands. Inside one box was assortment of French pastries. Jean just smirked at Scott. "Please tell me that there isn't any chocolate pudding in the middle of these?" Scott shook his head at her. "I don't know about you but I don't want to see chocolate pudding for a very LONG time. Some day I may even be able to eat the stuff again." Jean smiled at him and chuckled in agreement. As Jean opened the next box she asked Scott "So how is the sixth member of our team doing?" Scott smiled at her "Jeanette is being retired to a beautiful country estate that a friend of Professor Xavier owns. There she will live out the rest of her days in peace, she is officially retired from the superhero business." "Well that's great news. Eiffel had us drop him off at the nearest police station. I think he confessed to every crime he ever committed. I honestly don't know what to think about the fact he wanted to get away from us so badly. He even told Professor Xavier he was looking forward to the quiet that jail would offer. He then begged Professor Xavier never to release us on society." Jean said. She finally got the last package open. Inside the package was a beautiful emerald green silk robe. Jean was completely speechless. Scott interpreted her silence as a bad sign and started blushing. "I know it's not appropriate and you probably don't like it. I mean I didn't mean anything by it. You don't have to wear it. I just thought I would replace what Jeanette destroyed with something that's all. I mean I didn't know your size and…" "It's
gorgeous." Jean held
the robe up to her face so she could look at the whole thing.
"I love the color! I can't accept this.
I mean it's just too expensive."
When she lowered the robe to address Scott he was gone.
The ice was on the floor.
The Band-Aids and ointment for her blistered feet were on the
bed. Scott was nowhere to
be seen.
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