A/N: If you're reading this then you've probably really been digging the series. This one is special, there will be several magical beings killed, mentioned, and involved in this story. And the Brotherhood Boys of Bayville are thrown right in the middle of it and what ever you do don't rule out an appearance by Magneto. Anyways, hope you enjoy the latest installment.

It had been one month since our heroes had returned from the forced vacation, a month of being chewed out, beaten up, and heavily fined… and that was just bailing St. John out of a Mexican prison!

-Somewhere outside Bayville-

"Oih just wanna thank you for bailing me out of that Mexican prison," St. John said sticking his head out of the window, feeling the cool breeze of freedom, for what must have been the millionth time since they began their journey from Mexico to Bayville.

Lance hung his arm out of the window and sighed, "You mind telling me why I get a call at two o'clock in the morning eight days ago, saying my best friend is sitting in a Mexican jail for getting into a fist fight with Mexico's oldest cactus?" he asked, a feeling in his gut telling him, he wouldn't like the answer.

Todd leaned over to Pietro and whispered, "I'm surprised it took him this long to ask."

"I'm surprised, he didn't just strap him to the hood," Pietro responded in a hushed tone.

"Well in Johnny's defense, he was drunk… and the cactus was giving him attitude," Amara said as if it were perfectly natural for such an event to take place.

"That's moih woihfe," St. John said pulling himself back in the car to give her a kiss, "Soihdes mate, everyone knows cactoih can be bitchy."

Lance slumped down in defeat, "Sorry I brought it up then," he said shaking his head. After a few more minutes of driving, a single question popped into Lance's head, "Where are you two gonna live?" he asked never taking his eyes off the road.

Amara looked at St. John, "I thought you'd move into the institute with me?" she asked, eyes pleading.

"Well oih can't just leave moihy mates can oih?" he asked as they suddenly stopped in the Brotherhood driveway, "That was fast."

"V-8," Lance responded quickly as he hopped out of the car and popped the trunk, "Freddy!"

With that exclamation Freddy ran out of the Brotherhood mansion with several bags and suit cases, and stuffed them into the trunk.

"Raven said you're kicked out until the baby is born or until you burn down Wolverine," Lance said as he leapt into the Challenger threw it into reverse, "Either way, you don't live here anymore," and with that he set the driveway record for an escape.

"Isn't driving in reverse dangerous?" Amara asked clutching St. John tightly.

"Only if the X-Geeks don't open that gate!" Lance exclaimed looking into his rearview mirror.

"It's not opening!" Amara shouted.

Lance glared into the mirror just as bumper met iron, the mighty Challenger ripped through the gate, "Good girl," Lance said patting the door gently. The Challenger screeched up the driveway as the X-Mansion's defenses activated, "Oh no you don't," Lance threw out his arm sending his seismic vibrations into the ground destroying several cannons and traps. He slammed on the brakes sending all of St. John's belongings flying out of the still open trunk. He then reached across Amara and St. John's laps opened the door and shoved the newly married couple out on their asses, "See ya in fifteen minutes," Lance said saluting the couple as he slammed his foot on the gas, gunning it back down the driveway and safely home.

"He's your best friend?" Amara asked as she got to her feet and dusted herself off.

"Yeah, ain't he the greatest?" St. John responded fishing his flamethrowers out of the fountain, "Oih should probably foihnd this oihronic in some way…"

"You're about to find your arm separated from your body."

St. John looked up to see Logan unsheathe his claws, "Dad!" he exclaimed going in to give Logan a hug.

Logan stuck out his hand causing St. John to stop short of the hug, "Kiss your arm goodbye," he said raising his claws.

"Oih wouldn't do that Dad," St. John said with a toothy grin.

"If I was you, I wouldn't do a lot of things," Logan responded, just before feeling something metallic tap his head.

"Lil somethin' oih picked up in moih travels," St. John stated rather casually holding a very familiar silver handheld flamethrower against Logan's temple.

"Now boys, put away your toys before someone gets hurt," Ororo said as she walked out of the mansion.

"Only one problem with that Sheila," St. John said fingering the trigger, "Oih don't think oih can outrun Dad."

"Do it punk, I'll heal and you'll die, everyone wins," Logan said nearing St. John's flame-throwing arm, "And quit calling me dad!"

Ororo placed a hand on Logan's shoulder, "Logan let the boy live, I'm sure being a single mother is much more difficult than having Mr. Allerdyce in the mansion for a few years," she said in a most soothing voice.

"Years?" Logan questioned, then pushed past St. John, "If this punk's gonna be here for 'years,' I'm gonna need more beer," he paused to look St. John up and down, "A lot more beer," he said walking into the X-Garage.

Ororo shook her head before, giving Amara a tight hug, "How was your trip?" she asked wit a gentle smile.

"Oh well, the guards at the Mexican prison were very accommodating to my needs," Amara said with a small smile.

"Well that's nice," Ororo's eyes went wide, "Wait, what?"

-Meanwhile at the Brotherhood Mansion-

Lance pulled into the driveway, turned off the car, and slammed the door shut. He then stormed into the mansion and made his past Raven and into the living room.

"You know I don't like ditching him with the X-Geeks right?" Lance asked as he collapsed on the couch.

"It's a right of passage," Raven said as she walked into the living room, "You all went through it in the early days, and he cant keep sucking my tit for the rest of his life."

"Yeah but when you kicked us out, you at least gave us words to live by," Pietro confirmed crossing his arms.

"Yeah great words..." Lance said with a sigh, "Always wear clean underwear, tell her you love her, and don't forget to pull out."

Raven sat down in her arm chair, "You say it as if it weren't the absolute truth," she said glaring at Lance.

Lance got to his feet and took his leave, "I'm going to my room, call me when Wolverine's pulled out his liver and eaten it raw," he said in almost a defeated tone.

After a minute or so of walking, Lance finally got to his room. When he threw open the door he immediately dove to the floor, narrowly avoiding a nightstand, "Holy hell!" he said staring at the pieces of wood that used to be his nightstand, "Regan? You okay?"

"I've been awake for ten minutes and I've already got a hit list!" she exclaimed in response, "And your at the top of the list!" she threw a lamp at him.

"With my luck my names the only one on the list," Lance said ducking down and closing the gap between them, "What did I do?"

"For starters, you ruined my body!" she shouted kicking him in the shin.

"You know I love your body," he said in an attempt to remedy the situation at hand.

"That's not the point! You don't even know why you're in trouble do you!" she asked attempting to glare a hole through his head.

"Of course I do!" he said with a nod, "Something I did, or didn't do, or did but didn't do well…"

"I knew you didn't know!" she exclaimed hitting him in the chest several times.

"Do I ever?" he said under his breath, "Is it cause of Johnny?" he asked more optimistically.

Regan paused her assault for a moment to look Lance in the eyes, "He's your best friend Lance, and you just let Mystique kick him out of the house… how do I know you wouldn't let her do the same to me?" she asked in an unusually quiet tone.

"I'd sacrifice my left nut for you!" he exclaimed pulling her into a reassuring hug.

"But you always said Lefty and Francis were the greatest team since the '85 bears!" she replied in an utterly sarcastic tone.

"I could have gone my entire life without knowing, what Lanced named his testicles."

Regan and Lance looked up to see Pietro leaning against the doorframe.

"What do you want Maximoff?" Lance asked with a sigh.

"Just to remind you what Mystique said after every time one of us got kicked out," Pietro said as he left the room at what seemed like a painfully slow rate.

Regan looked up at Lance, "What would she say, Lance?" she asked her curiosity peeked.

Lance looked at his wife for a moment, allowing the words to mull around in his head before finally divulging the information, "We are the Brotherhood and nothing is less complicated than brotherhood, if you can't stand with your brothers then you will die alone," he said, allowing it to sink in, "She gives us the taste of being alone, so we can appreciate being a team… being a family."

-Another world-

A man… a great man, with a large and burly build sat atop a wooden thrown in deep thought. This man wore the garb of an ancient Viking, chainmail decorating his chest, a cape made of a bear's fur across his shoulders, and a golden helmet with wings on each side sat atop his head. Two ravens sat atop one shoulder, while a pack of white wolves stood in front of him facing the great doors of his throne room.

The Viking sighed just as the doors, fifty feet tall, were blown off their hinges.

The wolves leapt at the intruder, but were batted away as if they were but a minor annoyance.

A man decorated in crimson armor entered the throne room and glared at the Viking.

"Do not take another step forward," The Viking said getting to his feet, unsheathing his sword and now brandishing a spear, "I know why thou hast ventured to my hollowed halls, demon!" a fire suddenly lit in the Viking's one remaining eye, "Once thou hast slain me, thou whilst leave Asgard!" he exclaimed leaping at the demon.

The Demon caught the sword with his bare hand and snapped the spear in half, "You must be some kinda dumbass, old man. But I promise to leave, call it your final request, before I rip out your other eye, Odin!"

-One Epic Battle Later-

"Father!"

A deep voice echoed through the halls.

"Father! Have you slain the demon!"

Heavy boots ran down the hall.

"Father…"

A muscular blonde man now stood at the scene of his father's murder.

"Father!"

Thunder and lightning now exploded in the sky, signifying the fall of Asgard's greatest.

"Brother, Thor!" a slightly smaller man called out, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Balder… youngest son of Odin… Father has been slain in battle," a third voice, belonging to a slender man, said.

"Loki! Villainous serpent! What have you done to Father!" Thor exclaimed slamming Loki against the wall.

"Brother! Calm yourself, killing a member of the royal family is forbidden, even if you yourself are of royal blood," the slightly smaller man said.

Thor sighed and dropped his elder brother, "Brave Balder, we have lost our Lord and Father…" Thor trailed off slamming his great hammer Mjolnir into the ground.

Balder placed a hand on his elder brother's shoulder, "Thor, I have received word from Hercules… Zeus has been slain as well," he said in a dangerously low tone.

Electricity cracked in the Thunder God's eyes, "Balder, Loki, it is time that the Princes of Asgard became members of the Council of Elders!"