"Oh my gosh! Jamie! Jamie!" My grin was wider than it had been for a loonnng time. "I'm so excited! I can't believe your here! In Colorado!" I continued to squeal. Jamie just stood in front of me with her pack on her shoulder grinning at my antics. We had already finished our welcome hugging ritual.

I grabbed her hand and dragged her into my room, skipping every now and then. "I'm going to take you to Orange Julius, and take you to the mall, and Ross, and - OH! And I'm definitely going to take you to work! Bring-your-friend-to-work day at the modeling agency! Oh gosh! I wonder if they'll let you!" I stood there and jumped up and down while she set her bag someplace. "Come on! Let me show you the house!"

This was the first time she had ever come to see me in Colorado, so it was a big deal for me. I just HAD to give her the grand tour!

Once again, I grabbed her hand and drug her around. I showed her all around upstairs, explaining various thing's like, "I can't believe the last people who lived here. This bathroom had a trapdoor thingy and they ruined it! They, like, totally dumbed down the house before we moved in. Did you know there was a patio in the back? And they removed it! Ugh! And there was a tunnel underground that led to the whore house," So let me explain that. We lived in a one hundred year-old house that used to belong to the Mafia of that time era. "But I think they filled it in with cement. They probably didn't want anyone seeing the dead bodies!" We both laughed. So we have a weird sense of humor. So what?

"You dork." She said, with a grin on her face. I grinned back, then dragged her downstairs. We ran into one of our renters. It was the wife of the guy who was renting there. I honestly don't like her too well. She has a SERIOUS attitude!

So, I ignored her and explained later who she was.

"And this," I gestured like a show-host girl to my Xbox. "Is my baby. And later I shall make you play X-Men with me! Mwuahaha!"

Then I dragged her to our trapdoor tunnel thing, where... Actually, I don't know what's really in there. It was always too dark to see anything, and it gave me the heebie jeebies.

But having Jamie there with me made me lose my mind and just walk in there anyway.

"And this is where-"

I must have tripped or something, because I felt the floor under me give away to nothing. Except, a few seconds passed, and I didn't feel my face plant on the floor. I just felt myself keep falling.

"AAAAAHH!"

That's when I realized I still had hold of Jamie's hand.

"Jamie? Jamie!" I called. I felt my hand being squeezed and heard her scream, too. Well, at least she was there. Right? I wasn't alone.

"What the heck is going on?" I yelled, feeling my spine leave me. It was like being on that one ride in the carnival where they drop you really really quick. Except, it didn't stop. We just kept falling.

That's when Jamie decided to be Jamie. "AAAAH! This is like that horrible dramatic T.V. show Inuyasha!" And then, as if we WEREN'T in mortal danger of falling someplace horrible, she starts mimicking with her free hand what the characters look like. "I love you! I hate you! I love you! I hate you! Oh, now she's dead, so I love you again!"

I looked down, still holding her hand, and saw a square of light at the apparent bottom.

I looked back at her, and saw she was looking where I was. Then she looked at me again, then covered her face with her free hand like a vampire would if they were seduced to sunshine. "Don't look into the light!"

Yep. That's Jamie for you.

I grinned, despite the growing fear of hitting whatever bottom may be down there.

I looked down and felt my grin vanish. The square was RIGHT underneath us now.

And then, it was like we weren't dropping through a giant square of white. It was like a giant flash of light went off, and then we were falling down a few feet from the ceiling of a hallway.

Once again, the screaming.

Oof!

"Oh gosh.. What happened?" I asked.

"Get.. Off.. Me." Jamie struggled to say.

I sat up and looked down. Lo and behold, there was Jamie, squished underneath my weight.

I grinned and got off her. "Sorry."

She just huffed. "How the hell did this happen? You walked into the room first, not me!"

I laughed. "It's your famous bad luck," I said.

She grumbled, even though she was clearly smiling. We both looked around. We were in a hallway that looked like it belonged in a Mansion.

"You know, this hallway looks really familiar.." I started. She looked over at me. "I was thinking the same thing."

And then, we saw him. My first husband. (Long story short:[At least, I hope you'll get the drift by it] Husband list: 1. Kurt. 2. Bao-Dur. 3. Orange Julius. 4. Orange Juice. 5. Coffee. 6. Daddy. No, not my father. My nickname for Jamie is Daddy, and her nickname for me is Mommy. Which, that just leads us to yet another story. Let's just get on with the present one, shall we?) The very fictional character that I spent endless hours researching and reading on just so I knew every single bit of information about. The character who I knew if he was real, I would definitely be the first person in line to-

"Ah you okay?" He asked. I looked at him, mouth agape. Jamie had pretty much the same expression.

"Ve heahd a crash and zen ve came ower here to check, and dere you ah! Vhere did you come from?" (Maybe his accent was laid on a little thick. But I hope you understand what he said.)

I just stared.

After a few moments of gaping, I looked back to Jamie, who, quite to my surprise, now looked very casual about the situation.

"Yep. I'm dreaming." She said.

I looked back at the guy, then back to Jamie, then back to the guy.

"That... Is either a really good costume.. Or.."

The blue 'elf' looked offended. "Excuse me?"

I looked back at Jamie, my eyes as big as dinner plates. I could feel the shock wearing off and a grin spreading on my face. "Jamie.." I drawled. She just shook her head, already knowing what I was thinking. "No, Tessa. Just no."

I looked back at the blue person, then back at Jamie. My grin was even wider than it had been when I was showing her my house.

"Well doesn't it make sense? I mean, we DID just fall through.. Nothing," Okay, so I admit, I should have had precaution before assuming we were in an X-Men universe, but hey. What are you gonna do. No changing the past.

She looked around a little, then looked back at me. "No." She simply said.

"Uh, helloo?" A different voice. I looked up and saw someone that I very truly didn't recognize. He had dirty blond hair and... AMAZING.. blue eyes.

He waved at us, "We're still here, y'know."

I grinned. "Of course. My apologies," I had to SERIOUSLY dampen my urge to do a fangirl squeal and jump around. "Me and my friend are new here. In fact, we were-" I looked over at Jamie, who was jumping up and trying to touch the ceiling we fell from. "Uhh... What are you doing, Jamie?"

She stopped mid-jump and looked at me before continuing.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm finding the white square we fell out from!"

Not joking, I seriously made this face: :|

I leapt onto my feet and just stared some more at the two people.

After a few moments, I finally said, "I just know someone is going to pop up soon and say, 'Ha-ha! Joke's on you!'"

The blue boy and the blonde boy exchanged glances, pretty much with the expression, 'What the-?'

See, I wanted to believe it. I really did. But honestly. They don't exist. So why should I believe it?

Only one way to find out.

I resisted the urge to shrug and instead just stepped up to the blue person, index finger outstretched. He looked at me like I was crazy and jerked away.

"Hey! I'm not going to hurt you. Just hold still," I told him. He still looked at me like I was crazy. But, much to my thanks, he did as I told him to.

So with that, I poked his face. Then I looked at my finger, then I frowned. There was no blue makeup. I looked up at him again, still frowning, and got mesmerized by his 'freaky' bright eyes.

"Hmmm.." I leaned closer to him and looked around in them, trying to see if there was contact lenses in there.

I couldn't see any.

I huffed in frustration. This was a really good costume.

Then I felt excitement fire up in my heart. Maybe it wasn't a costume. Maybe this was real.

Or, maybe I'm just a freak with an over-active imagination.

A loud 'thump' ruined the awkward staring moment.

"GHA!" Jamie scowled. I turned to look at her, and guess where she was. On the floor.

"Don't tell me. You jumped and then you fell, right?"

She frowned at me in response.

I helped her up and then turned back to Kurt and the blonde boy. "Right. So, besides our totally dramatic but brilliant entry, and our weirdness, I'm going to introduce ourselves. I'm Tessa, and this is Jamie," I gestured to her.

Kurt, even though I knew who he was, nodded, pointed at himself, then jabbed a thumb in the blonde's direction. "Nice to meet you. I'm Kurt, and zhis is Bobby,"

I lit up with recognition. "Oh my goshh! Bobby! Of course! I can totally see it now!" I elbowed Jamie and nodded as if to make more of a point.

She rolled her eyes and then smacked herself on the arm. Hard.

I looked at her like she was crazy. Which, any sensible person would.

"What? I'm trying to wake myself up!" She cried.

I gave her a headshake then turned back to Kurt and Bobby. (Hehehe! You wouldn't believe how cool it was to do that!) "So since we're new, can you guy's give us a tour?"

Being the kind X-Men they were, they agreed.

The Mansion looked just like I remembered it from memory, but I was distracted because Jamie kept-

THWAK!

"Will you STOP that?" I shrieked.

She frowned, but didn't say anything. But at least she stopped hitting herself, right?

But no. She walked away from me, and me, being the curious person I am, followed her. She led me to the bathroom. Which, for me, wasn't a good thing. Because Kurt and Bobby weren't able to come in there. But when I actually looked back, I realize they weren't following us.

"Crap Monkeys."

Anyway, once we were there, she dunked her head into the sink and turned the water on.

"Jamie!" I screeched condescendingly. I walked over and turned the water off and narrowed my eyes at her. "If this is a dream, you'll wake up later. None of your techniques are working, obviously. So stop."

She scowled at me, but with a little more persuading, obliged.

I beamed at her and waved for her to follow. "Now come on! I'm gonna go find me a blue furry hunk!"

I heard her laughing behind me. "Did you really just say 'hunk'?" She asked incredulously. I shrugged and threw her a glance over my shoulder. "Made you laugh, didn't it?" I win.

Then I stopped in my tracks and gasped so big that I think I drew in bugs. I whipped around and took her by the shoulders, unconsciously making my long painted fingernails dig into her skin. "Oh my gosh! Jamie! JAMIE!" I paused for dramatic affect.

She winced overdramatically. "I'm only half deaf, you know!" It's true. She is.

I ignored her comment. "Jaaamiiiee! What if! Like! Oh my gosh!"

"Get to the point already!"

"What if we have superpowers!" I exclaimed.

I think I saw her laugh at me out of the corner of my eye. But I'm not sure, because I turned away and did a Superman pose. "Wonderwoman to the rescue!" I turned around to face her again. "Just think about it! We could be mutants now, too, you know!"

She gave me a look. "I doubt it, Tess." Then she looked to be in thought. "But being a wolf hybrid would be pretty cool.."

I grinned. "See? We should go find a teacher for analysis." I gasped again. "Oh my gosh! Beast! I totally want to meet Beast!" I grabbed her by the hand. "Come on! To the subba-cement we goo!"

She grinned behind me.

I always call the subbasement the subba-cement, because that's what it looks like. Really! It does! Read it. Subbasement. (Sub-Bah-See-Meant!)

Anyway. We got there, (After getting lost a few times; to which Jamie declared that I was an idiot.) but you know what we found? Not Beast.

"OH MY GOD! IT'S HUGH JACKMAN!" I cried frantically, "AND HALLE BERRY!"

In case you don't know who they are, those are the actors in the X-Men movies. Wolverine and Storm.

I think I blacked out from excitement for a minute, there.

"What the hell?" Jamie shrieked. "The actors are in on this too?"

I gaped at them. They, on the other hand, were looking at us like we were crazy.

"The Hell?" I heard Hugh Jackman mutter.

I continued to gape.

"I think you must have us confused with someone else," Halle Berry calmly said. No joke, her voice sounded like honey flowing slowly over open wounds. (My ex-dad is a beekeeper. Honey cures TONS of thing's.)

As said before, I gaped.

After maybe.. Oh.. I don't know... five minutes of gaping, I looked over at Jamie and murmured, "Now I know this has to be a celebrity prank."

I did a full circle of my surrounding's. "Pauline? Danielle? Angela? Gigi? You can come out now. This has been a really great joke!" I said loudly. I looked back to Hugh and Halle. "A great surprise, too!"

You know what response I got? Nadda. Just silence and strange looks from the two actors who's names are weird to say in the same sentence.

Oh, come on. Just try it. 'Hugh and Halle went to the mall to go sit on a pew.'

Okay, I know that sentence made no sense, but you get my point.

Halle Berry (You'd never believe how weird but oddly pleasurable it was to actually be there and say that.) stepped a little bit forward from the desk she had been previously hunched over.

She gestured to herself, "I am Ororo," She said. I gaped completely unbelievingly at her. "But here at the Mansion I am known as Storm." Still, with the gaping.

I turned my head to look at Jamie and then gave her a, 'They're crazy!' expression.

Halle gestured toward Hugh. (Again with the weird two names in the same sentence! AAAH!)

"This is.." The pause was so short I almost missed it. "Wolverine."

At the time, I had thought she probably just forgot her line or something. But now I realize it probably had something to do with Logan's secretive side or something of the sort.

I gave Jamie that look again. Then I gestured with my eyes to them as if to further prove my point. She just returned my look with raised eyebrows.

I looked back at Halle and clapped my hands behind my back. "Uhh, yeah.." I said slowly, trying to figure out how to pick my words.

"But.." I drawled the word out. "Your also Halle Berry. AND Catwoman." Boy did I laugh at the lines in that movie. That scriptwriter really did not do a good job at all on the poor film. Kudos to the costume designer, though...

Halle looked at me, again, like I was crazy. Only this time it had more confusion in the mixture.

"Oh, boy," Jamie groaned. "NOW you've got her started.."

I suppressed a grin. Now was not the time to be silly. Purely business here, people.

"Your also Emily Franklin, Claire, Jaclyn, Rene, Debbie porter," I counted on my fingers while I went off on the character name listing. "Vivian, Natalie, Cory, Angela Lewis, Queen, Kathleen Mercer, Jean, Nisi, Nina..." And from there on out, my mouth was clamped shut by Jamie's hand.

Jamie shook her head in mock sadness. "You sad, sad, movie stalker. You really need to get out more."

I narrowed my brows in mock anger, and against her palm, gave a muffled cry that was supposed to be: "Movie stalker! I'M the model, remember! I get out! I DO! Besides, who's the Doctor Who? freak? Huh? Just because I'm a geek-"

But it ended up sounding more like, "Mv awker! Mft deh moootele rmmbfhr! I geh ou! I OOO! Beshdes, hoo thhh Doctor Hooo frehhzzhh? Hpfffthh? Jzzh Becauzzzee MMpfth gee-"

But even then, I knew she understood what I was saying. I mean, come on. It's Jamie. She would know what I was saying even if I couldn't speak. (And that's not just because I know sign language, either. She can't sign it. Therefore, that solution is out of the picture.)

But if you'll notice, my rant was cut short. 'But by who?', you ask. Why, Hugh Jackman of course! (Who all can say THAT, huh? I bet not you!)

"What the hell are you two talking about?" He scowled incredulously. What a feat, to SCOWL incredulously.

I removed Jamie's hand and looked at him as if he should know. Which, let's be reasonable here, people. He should!

"You know exactly what we're-" I looked at Jamie and raised an eyebrow, "Well, mostly what I'M talking about."

Hugh frowned. Both him and Halle shared a glance. "We should take them to the Professor." Halle said quietly.

I suddenly brightened up, eyes wide and mouth forever curved into a grin. "Oh my gosh.." I breathed. That earned looks from both actors and Jamie, but Jamie probably already knew what I was thinking. I turned to Jamie and put my hands on her shoulders. I swear tears were welling in my eyes. "The Professor." I told her. "If all these people are going to look like their actors from the movies, - Minus Kurt and Bobby - then... then..." I turned away from her. Tears WERE welling in my eyes!

"I'm going to meet..." I sniffed, "PATRICK STEWART!" I cried dramatically.

I half-fake-sobbed loudly for another thirty seconds before turning to Jamie again. I didn't even have to look to know Halle and Hugh had gignormously freaked out expressions. "Come on, Jamie! He's been my role model for as long as I can remember!"

I turned away again, doing theatre poses to liven up the speech I was making. "Star Trek! I remember watching it with my Mama(Grandmother) all the time when I was younger.. Oh, boy, those were the days! Four years old and living in a scorching-hot desert with sand everywhere you look! It's a wonder we had cable. But that's besides the point! Patrick Stewart made Star Trek.. Brilliant! Of course, I like the older Star Trek, But.. Just.. I love both! Ahh, Star Trek.."

Jamie groaned loudly. "I don't want to hear about your geek loves! Next thing you know you'll be going on about Star Wars... UGH. I HATE Star Wars."

Sadly, it is true. It's the one thing that keeps us apart, during times of great turmoil. (AKA In times of, "OMGSH JAMIE! I CAN'T BELIEVE LUKE JUST SAID THAT!" Her response: I don't care.)

Hugh looked at us as if he were grasping the situation. "Wait a second, here. Are you two going off about Star Trek?" He asked incredulously.

I put my hands on my hips and raised my eyebrows, grin in place. "Well, I was. But now Jamie brought Star Wars into the picture, so who knows where this conversation could go."

That earned another groan from Jamie.

Halle stepped forward. "I think we should take you two to see the Professor. He's the one who owns the Mansion."

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

Alright, alright, fine. I know she has no clue we know. I'll be nice.

"That sounds like a good plan." I elbowed Jamie and nodded, face almost split in two by my smile.

Five minutes later...

Well, as you can probably guess by the time skip I've provided you with above, we made our way to the Professor's office. There, we sat down on the comfortable chairs sitting in front of his desk. Why do they even use that term, anyway? Sitting? Chairs can't sit.

"Hello. I am Professor Charles Xavier, and-" Blah blah blah I wasn't paying attention, so I don't even remember what he said to us besides that. (In fact, I'm not even sure he said the words I just put down at all!) Jamie was probably paying attention, though. You should take it up with her.

My thought train went a little like this:(From now on we shall make thoughts be in italics!) Oh my gosh! Patrick Stewart! He looks so much more realistic in real life. I guess there's a reason for that, but still... Wow, just look at him. This is so cool. It's like meeting Superman or something. Gasp! I wonder if I CAN meet Superman! I mean, surely there's... Nahh. I know I won't be able to. I mean, it's two different universes. But still, that would be pretty cool. I think it would be cool to meet the Hulk, too... Hmm... Oh my gosh! And what about Erik? And Mystique? Hey wait a second! What universe are we even really in, anyways? I mean, sure, an X-Men one, but.. Hey.. There's different versions. Shouldn't you be able to tell by the way they look?

I paused in my trail of thought. You know, I can't even really tell. I mean, there's all these actor doppelgangers, but then Kurt looks alot like he did in the comics. And Bobby.. Well, he looks like Bobby. In other words, he doesn't look like his actor. But wait now here a second... What does that even mean? Does that mean we're in a-..

Why is it every time someone is about to or does have an epiphany, they're interrupted?

"Thank you. We'll just go to our rooms now." Jamie said to Patrick, - Or, I guess, Professor - though I could clearly tell that her focus was on me.

Me, being the brilliant person I am, with all my linguistic mastery, decided to utter a word that summed up just about everything I wanted to know right then.

"Huh?"

Jamie stood up and drug me by the arm, headed for the doorway. "We're going to be staying here, dumb-dumb. If you had been listening you would know this."

I allowed myself to be dragged away with her, and not even caring(Or perhaps it was thinking) about what whoever thought of my next words, I replied, "Oh. Well, if people would just be more interesting, then maybe I'd listen more often. Not my fault we just got sucked into an alternate dimension. By the way, I hope you explain what's going on. Because really, I wasn't listening."

I think from that point Jamie started dragging me faster out the doorway. "You idiot!" She whispered, once we were some ways down the hall. "They don't know yet."

I made a silent, 'Ohhhh' and decided from then on to just focus on keeping up with her fast pace.

Some few seconds later, we made it to a room and then I was dragged into it. She closed the door behind us and then leaned against it. We both looked at the room that was apparently going to be ours. It was plain, to be honest. But that was to be expected. Just two beds, both of which had nightstands that lamps sat on. Next to the door, creating a small semi-wall, was the closet. Over on the left side of the room was the door to the bathroom(Which I was thankful to have) and leaning against the wall of the bathroom was a plain desk with an uncomfortable-looking chair in front of it. Way in front, on the other side of the room from where Jamie and I were, was a window connected to an outside balcony. In all, it kind of reminded me of a hotel or something. Not a Mansion.

Well, whatever. It was still pretty cool.

I shrugged and walked over to the bed nearest to the window. "I call this bed." And without further ado, plopped myself down on it.

I looked over my shoulder at Jamie and could see she had an eyebrow raised. "You want to freeze? Go ahead."

I just smirked in return.

After using the lovely bathroom mentioned earlier, (Which was also pretty bland) I sat down on my new bed and criss-crossed my leg's. After removing the slippers I wear all the time, of course.

Which, that made a thought occur to me. "Jamie, we don't have any clothes."

She looked at me with a smirk firmly planted on her face. "Yes we do," She said. I looked at her curiously and was about to tell her besides the ones on our backs, when she raised a hand and wiggled the appendages on it. "Five-finger discount."

I looked at her, confused. "What? Is that a reference to stealing?"

She face-palmed herself. "You really don't know what that means?"

I looked at her in all pureness. "Nope."

Head still in her hand, she groaned, "Yes, Tessa, it means stealing."

I grinned and threw myself a little party. I was right! (I know you guy's probably think I'm stupid now. But maybe if I explain to you that I was born blond, it'll clear thing's up a little. No offense to blondes, of course. And the fact that I was homeschooled also might help. But don't worry! These thing's are natural! Like when I was in middle school, I didn't even know it. And by the time I figured it out, I was moving into highschool! So me figuring little thing's like this out is completely normal for me. No sweat. Besides, if worst comes to worst, at least I'm not as stupid at that one guy. He sold his car because gas was too high, then gas went down and he was asking all around how to get his car back. Someone tried contacting him, but it turns out he had sold his computer to help pay for internet connection.)

Which, besides the stealing and the money-deficient guy, the talk about no clothes made another thought occur to me. "Hey wait a second. I don't even have regular shoes!"

She glanced at the slippers on the floor then looked back up to me. "That's gonna be a problem. How are you going to outrun the cops?"

I burst out into laughter, all the while trying to coherently spurt out, "You can't be serious about the stealing!"

I didn't give her time to answer. Because now that I had thought about the shoes, it just kept on making the thought train roll. I sat up straight(I had fallen over on the bed in laughter with the cops joke), my grin fading away to be replaced with discovery. "Hey! I don't even have my cellphone!"

"Check your boobs." She told me. I went, 'Ahhh!' and nodded, then did so. (Yes, I keep thing's in my bra. Might as well, right? I mean, they're big enough to hold stuff up, why not stuff thing's in? Besides. Bra's are supposed to be mulTITaskers.) I frowned after a thorough investigation and shook my head. "Nope. Not there."

She nodded, "I don't have mine either. I left it in my bag, which was left in your room. It's probably still there, along with everything else."

I confirmed I had heard her, then another thought struck me.

I worriedly gaped at her. "What about Mama and Papa and Clarence and My mom and Marietta and everyone else? Where are they?" (Clarence = Dad Mama = Grandma [She raised me] Papa = Grandpa [He raised me too] Marietta = Little sister.) Then my face turned into one of sorrow. "And the kitties! Oh, my poor babies! What will happen to them? Are they alright?"

As I continued to rant on about the welfare of my cat's, Jamie shook her head and stated, "You are so going to be the crazy cat lady when you get older."

In between my rants I answered, "I already am."

But then before I could even begin to start really worrying about my family, more thoughts began to flow out to me. I looked at Jamie again, eyes wide with growing concern. "Jamie! I didn't even get to pack a toothbrush! My teeth! They're going to rot!" I cried, both my hands reaching up to lay on my cheeks.

Before she could answer, my eyes grew more bug-eyed and I jumped off the bed. "And nailpolish! NAILPOLISH! I DON'T HAVE ANY NAILPOLISH!" By now I was up and frantically pacing around the room. "I don't have a hairbrush! My hair is going to turn into dreadlocks!"

Then I froze. Completely, utterly, froze. Right in front of the foot of Jamie's bed. I slowly turned to her, a pure look of horror plastered on my face.

Because of all the horrible thing's that I had conjured up about this, I had just remembered of the worst one of all.

"Jamie," I said gravely.

"I forgot to shave."