Totally WHAT?

(A Totlly Spies - XMen (mainly) cross-over, with a little Harry Potter (see Notes - Chapter 3) for good measure.)

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TOTALLY SPIES does not belong to me, and never will.

When I barrow from the X-MEN, I borrow from the comicbook-series (1980s - including the New Mutants) and not the movies!

The HARRY POTTER series of books (which I use with MAJOR revisions - this is fan-fiction) is the property of its author, J. .

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Chapter 1: Day 1.

It looked like it was a few minutes before dawn as Samantha Simpson slowly woke-up. Although, as groggy as the poor girl was, she had a tough time telling herself what was what, where was where, and when was when! All she did know, for certain, was that it was COLD! In fact, it was the chill that had nudged her - grudgingly - towards conscienceness!

As her mind started to work (and ask, 'Where was the coffee?'), Sam adjusted her eyes to the sky that seeme to be brightening to a greyish tone, as well as trying to to walk her memory though the grey fog of the last few hours! But, alas, she couldn't remember much. The only thing she seemed to remember with any clarity were the faces and voices of her boss, Spymaster Jerry Ferguson of WOOHP and her friends and fellow-spies, Clover Benoir and Alex de la Vega. She remembered Jerry sending them out on a mission.. and then.. and then...

"Waitaminute!" Sam reacted as focused on her surroundings. "This isn't Beverly Hills! Or, anywhere within a hundred miles of the Hills, it looks like! Where am I? Where are we? Where are.. where are.. where.. are.. Clover? Alex? CLOVER?
ALEX?" In a sudden panic-attack, Sam started to thrash about!

Or, rather,tried to thrash about.

A strange force, oddly akin to the feeling of a collar, halted her forward-
motion by choking her, as Sam hyperventilated ,trying to remember what happened to her best friends! As the redhead calmed herself down - haltingly - from hyper-
ventilating, she forced her to concentrate on her memories, as fragmented as they seemed at the time:

The last thing she seemed - to remember, Jerry was explainingtheir mission, and offering them a drink. And Alex mentioning that she suddenly felt warm. And then..

"DAMMIT, JERRY!" Sam gagged out hoarsely. "I bet you poisoned us, you SONOFABITCH!"
she instinctively tried to move, again, just to feel binds against her neck, waist,
wrists, and ankles.

"Ack!" A female voice coughed in back of Samantha and to her left.

"CLOVER!" Sam tried to jerk heer head around to try to see the blonde, and reassure herself she wasn't just hearing what she wanted to hear, when..

"Gurk." The soft whimper came from Sam's back and to her right.

"ALEX!" Sam gasped. "Sorry! Didn't mean to strangle you!" She then leaned her head back against Alex and Clover.

"'S O.K." Alex gasped, then gulped in a breath. "I'm O.K. But, like, what happened?"

"I'm .. not sure, Alex." Sam whispered hoarsely. "Last I.. think.. I remember..
Jerry was prepping us for a mission.. it was.. it was..."

[ FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK- FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK-FLASHBACK ]

"Samantha? Alex? Clover?" The balding head of the World Organization of Human Protection (WOOHP) spoke solemnly," I am afraid there has been a SERIOUS breach-of-
security here at WOOHP! Quite devestating. And? You threeyoung ladies are the only ones I can trust with the handling of this matter!"

Jerry then turned to half-face the projection-screen behind his desk.

"We have yet to learn who the leaks actually are. But? We have good information that members of certain organizations, including WOOHP, will be meeting somewhere within the confines of Joshua Tree National Park in California's Mojave Desert. It is up to you three to reconoitter the area and quaranteen whoever is sabotauging our organization!"

"A stake-out, Jerry"? Sam asked.

"For awhile, girls!" Jerry replied."I'm afraid."

"But, JERREEEE!" Clover whined. "The big Halloween Dance is coming up at Beverly Hills High! And, like, I FINALLY found the PERFECT dress to show Mandy for the no-
class wannabe she is and always will be, and..."

"There will be other times to one-up Mandy, Clover," Jerry chuckled lightly,trying to placate the blonde, "but? This IS important! It MAY even be a matte of life-and-
death!"

"A matter of life-or-death, Jer?" Alex asked worriedly. "Whose?"

"We're..", Jerry hesitated, "not quite sure,yet. Although, I have my suspisions.
ANYHOW! Since this willbe surveilling at a distance, we will be sending you out with WOOHP's best gear!"

The old Spymaster pointed down to his desk.

"We have the light-gathering binocular-sunglasses with built-in mini-telescopic-
video-camaras in the arms, the amplified directional voice-capture earrings..."

"Tres COOL, Jer!" Clover squealed as she quickly grabbed her pair of earrings.

"I'm glad you likethem, Clover!" The old man chuckled. "We also have the jet-
powered backpacks, and - last but not least - rocket-assisted skis for fast-tracking or get-aways! Whichever is needed, first."

"Wait a sec, Jer!" Alex asked,"Isn't the Mojave cold this time of year? High Desert and all?"

"I'm glad you thought of that, Alex!" Jerry grinned. "I've though of that, too!"

The old man pressd a button on his desk, raising up three steaming mugs.

"I've taken the liberty old preparing an old Ferguson-family recipe to help you..
weather.. the climate.. and whatever else comes your way! A preservative, if you'd like, that's been in the family for generations! I guarantee you'll not be bothered by the cold after this."

With that said, the three spies drank their mugs dry!

"Ta-ta, girls!" Jerry said, sending the off.

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"Damn you, Jerry Ferguson!" Samantha spat out. "I just want to know one thing before I find a to kill you, you son-of-a-bitch! What did we ever do to make you want to POISON us?!"

"I don't think he poisoned us, Sam!" Clover growled out. "I think he BURIED us alive out in the desert! PTUI! I'm still tasting the Mojave. And? My hair's got a TON of dirt in it! YUCK! Oh, that old Bastard's going to pay for this. Big time! And... was he STANDING over us? He was .. ptui! Pointing something at us? What? And, like, what was he saying?"

"Probably putting a curse on our remains." Samantha growled.

"Are you sure, Sammie?" Alex squeaked out. "Maybe.. ah.. you're jumping to conclusions,
here? Maybe?"

"Girlfriend?" Clover whined. "You are in SERIOUS denial, here!"

"Yeah, Alex!" Sam snapped. "It was Jerry who Poisoned us, and then buried us alive! How.. can you.. DEFEND that creep?!"

"Well?" Alex said apologetically, "Why aren't we dead, yet? I mean, like, Jerry's a spy! If he REALLY wanted us dead, why aren't we dead, now?"

Silence answered Alexandra, as Samantha and Clover pondered her question.

"Yeah.. why aren't we dead, now?"

"Maybe, because 'Jerry' was saving your lives?" A gruff voice answered from just inside Alex's field-of-vision.

"'Maybe because Jerry was..'" Samantha repeated. "Waitaminute! Who said that?"

"Ah,Sammie?" Alex bleated. "He's kinda short, thick, and built like an old english bulldog. I think?"

"'Bulldog'?" Clover turned her head and eyes for a better look at the speaker. "OMYGOD!"

"OK, 'Bulldog'!" Samantha growled.

"Wolverine", the stranger replied.

Alex' fog-shrouded memory began to clear: Wolverine?

"Whatever!" Samantha snapped out suddenly. "What makes you think that Jerry Ferguson was SAVING us?!"

"Because it says so inh this letter I got this morning before the dawn!" the stranger replied."Told me where to find you, and how I'd find ya. Kitty! 'Roro! Rahne! Get ready to rustle these girls into some how water before they freeze to death! And, tell whoever's on Kitchen Patrol to make extra-portions! I'll read 'Jerry's letter after breakfast, when everyone's accounted for."

Alex' mind clicked again: Kitty? Ororo? Rahne? Kurt?

Then, Alex wondered Why were the spies here, so far from California? And, how'd they get here so fast?

The stranger spoke: "Now, you girls stay still. That's not a request!"

SNIKT!

In under three seconds, the binds around the three girls' necks, waists and ankles were cut loose. Alex shivered as she watched one of the bonds the stranger tossed away reform and shrink in a second! Then, it vanished, in a voilent - but almost-silent, pop!

"Wh- wh- what was.. th-th-that..th.. th.. thing.. M.. M.. Mis.. ter Logan?" Alex chattered ,suddenly losing body-heat. "And..d..d..d.. where.. d.. d.. did.. it go?"

"Answers, later!" The stranger called "Logan" snapped out. "Now! Get these girls in hot water! I won't have Girric's last rescue-mission become a recovery-operation!"

SNAKT!

An hour later, after the much-needed hot soak, Sam, Clover, and Alex were huddled over steaming bowls of oatmeal and mugs of cocoa in the kichen of Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.

"The name of this place sounds familiar... somehow." Samantha mused. "But, I can't put my finger on why."

Alex just tried to hide her grin over her oatmeal.

"I know what you mean, Sammie!" Clover responded. "The folks, here, seem oddly familiar, like I should know them from somewhere. But, like, where?"

"Well?" Alex interjected after a sip of cocoa. "They seem friendly enough, especially Kitty and Rahne! And, Kurt's just a doll!"

"Dankesehen for the vote-of-confidence, madchen!" Kurt answered from the stove.

"Wilkomen Sie, Herr Wagner!" Alex smiled.

"Yes, thank you for the Kindness-Vote!" Kitty answered as she came to the table.

And Sam and Clover almost hopped out of their chairs!

"Kitty!" Samantha exclaimed. "I didn't hear you come in!"

"Sorry about that," Kitty smiled, "just came to get some breakfast while it's still hot."

"Das ist why I am still here, Katchen!" Kurt smiled."I heard Logan say we will have some guests over for breakfast!"

"That's good!" Kitty turned around to the spies and smiled. "I guess I should introduce myself, since our meetingwas a bit rushed! I'm Kathryn Pryde."

And Alex started counting down:

"Seven.."

"Six.."

"Five.."

"Fouir.."

"Hello, Kate!", Samantha smiled. "And I'm.. I'm.. Ayiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

And Sam jumped straight into the air!

"One." Alex grinned into her cocoa. "Houston? We have a go!"

"Sammie? What's wrong?" Clover asked worriedly, holding Samantha's shoulders. "What's wrong, girlfriend?"

"'Kathryn Pryde'? 'Kurt Wagner'? 'Logan'?" Samantha regained her voice, although still hyperventillated,her eyes were still the size of silver dollars. "That's why this place sounded familiar! Kathryn PRYDE? Kurt WAGNER? LOGAN? 'Shadowcat'! 'Nightcrawler'! 'Wolverine'! Professor Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters! The home of the X-Men!"

"The X-MEN?!" Now, it was Clover's turn to lose her voice to the stratosphere.
"What are we doing HERE?"

"Hm. Looks like our reputations have preceded us again, Kurt." Kathryn wore a sad smile.

"Ya," Kurt chuckled lightly as he turned his holographic-projector off. "Dragged through the mud, again. Par for the course."

Clover then regained her voice and composure. "Sorry for the freak-out, Shadowcat and Nightcrawler, Didn't mean to go ballistic. It's just - why would Jerry put us here,
with a bunch of mutants?"

"Clover," Alex sighed into a refilled-cup of cocoa as Ororo and Rogue came in, drawn to the commotion, "it's kind of obvious why Jerry sent us here! Although I'd like to know how he did that. Especially if, like Mr. Logan said, Jerry did it to protect us. I just hope our moms are alright."

The X-Men were now focused - as were Sam and Clover - on Alex.

"How much does she know about us?" Rogue whispered to Ororo, "and, when did she know it?"

"Alex?" Clover finally spoke. "Forget about me wanting to know how you know this! Me and Sammie'll find that out,later! What I want to know is.. How did Jerry know about us?
I mean.. WE didn't even know about us!"

"Yeah." Samantha breathed out fearfully. "And.. how much does WOOHP know?"

After breakfast and morning workouts, Wolverine called a meeting in the X-Mansion's , Clover, and Alex down by the fireplace.

"OK!" Logan began. "First, I want to thank everyone who is able to for showing up! That means alot. Second! Kate? Ororo? Rahne? Thank you for helping me with the rescue, this morning! These three girls probably wouldn't be here if it weren't for you! Now? For the reason this mission started. About 4:00 this morning I received this letter, outside my window, from an old-acqueintence of mine..by the name of Girric macFergus, or 'Jerry Ferguson', as these ladies knew him."

Logan began to read the letter, again:

"Dear Logan. If you're reading this letter, it means that I am dead. Killed, I have no doubt, by WOOHP-agents. However? It also means i was able to complete my last mission. In the drive-way of Prof. Xavier's School,you will find three young women, each quite dis-
oriented from the effects of the hibernation-potion and guardian-knot spell and the teleportation-spell I had to put them under. You will have to cut the bands that hold them quickly, and throw them as far as you can, as they will reform, and tighten moreso than before to keep their charges secure, and warm, without the proper-magics to undo the spell! Also, these girls will need to be warmed-up, thoughly, once the bands are removed, as they will lose what little body-heat they have left! For, the potion and gaurdian-knot were only meant to keep them alive as long as they were buried, as part of a ruse to make WOOHP beleive they were dead and make sure they arrived at Xavier's with this letter.

"As for who they are? These three girls are very important to me - and? I beleive they - Samantha Simpson, the redhead, Clover Benoir, the blonde, and Alexandra de la Vega-Montoya, the brunette - will be very important to Xavier's! The only other thing I can say is this: you will find these girls work best,when they work together!

"That is all for now. You shall learn more in two day, and more in three. Take care my friend. Live well. Girric."

"Jerry's dead?" Clover meeped out through falling-tears.

"I'm afraid so, Clover." Wolerine replied. "I'm sorry."

"I can't believe I thought Jerry.. was trying to kill us!" Sam choked back her trears. "And, here I was, cursing him!"

"And? I'm sure he planned it that way, Samantha!" Logan patted the redhead's shoulders.
"Sounds like Girric would've risked a lifetime of curses, and beyond,to keep you three safe."

Alex just sat there, lost in memories of her boss and friend. "Via con Dios.. Girric",
she breathed out.

"Logan?" Professor Xavier finally spoke, "How did you meet this Mr. 'Ferguson'? Obviously,
from what he wrote in the letter, the man was a wizard of some sort! And, we.. i..know such people exist! I'm just interested in the man, as - it would seem - we are an intrical-part of his last mission!"

"True enough, Charles!" Wolverine began his tale. "You know I was CanadianAif Force before I joined the X-Men..mostly working Intel. Well? One time, they had me working a case with Britian's MI6. And, that's where I met Colonel Girric MacFergus! He was a good soldier, and a hell of an investigator! A civil-enough genleman - who managed to raise every hackle on the back of my neck! He, somehow, realized it, without me telling him, and apologized to me for it. And, that made me even jumpier! If it had been any other time - or,anyone else - I would've seriously thought about dumping him in the near the rocks of and blaming his loss on the French!

"Anyway! After the mission's success, I decided to keep tabs on Girric! It was shortly after that that I'd heard he retired from MI6 and was founding the group late known as WOOHP! It was,
at the time, considered the Poor-Man's INTERPOL. Well? What can I say, except that I've always been nosey about the people I've worked with! Helped me stay healthy. So? I did some digging into Girric's past. His family was from the Hebrides. Kind of reclusive. And, feared and mistrusted by the locals. Anyway, when Girric left home, he never willingly went back. And,
after that? He seemed to escape and land in an exclusive-school somewhere in England! The school is so secretive, all I found out on it could be classified as 'scuttlebutt'! But, among the scuttlebutt were tales of scorey going back generations! Well? Even I knew magic existed, what with one of Alpha Flight being a Sarcee shaman! However, I tried to steer as far away from things 'otherworldly' as I could! but? I still kept up with Girric - 'Jerry Ferguson', by then - because he was a good man to know!"

"Good people HAVE come from Hogwarts',Logan! Along with some bad, plus a few wildcards."
Emma Frost, another of Xavier's teachers, said. "I've known of them from before my days heading the Massachusetts Acadamy! Quite a few have found themselve drawn to the Hellfire Club - on both sides of the pond. The Inner Circles of the Club has always known about Hogwarts!
Heh. It is even said there wre Hogwarts-students even in the FIRST Inner Circle. And, for a reason: Not only is Hogwarts' the oldest School of Wizardry in Britian - with a roster going back to the Ceasars - but, it is, also, the most-respectedin all of Europe! It is said the sun never sat on the British Empire! Nor, The moon on a Hogwarts' witch or wizard! Yes. Some allumni have found themselves drawn to the Hellfire Club out of curiosity! Many have come for awhile. While a few have stayed. The Club has used BOTH in it's various power-plays throughout its history. As, I am sure, they have used us." Emma smiled, a smile akin to the Mona Lisa.

"I can't believe.. Jerry's dead!" Clover repeated softly.

"I can't believe that Jerry was a wizard!" Sam breathed out, staring at the floor. "And,
that no-one at WOOHP knew it!"

"The successful spies keep their identities hidden, Samantha!" Logan smiled, "And, believe me, Girric MacFergus was one of the best!"

"So! Logan! Emma!" Professor Xavier pondered. "The question becomes: What are we to do, now?"

"The way I see it, Charles," Wolverine said, "Girric gave'em to me to watch over! I can't, in all fairness to you, ask the X-Men to get involved in this. You have to decide what to do on your own."

"I think, Wolverine," Scott Summers, aka "Cyclops",spoke up, "the choice was already made for us. I may be speaking out-of-line, here, but I think stated what should be done in his letter."

"I.. guess..", Sam looked up from her seat on the hearth, that means we'll be staying here?"

"I think that's what your friend would have wanted." Jean Grey look into Sams eyes.

"But... like... WHY?" Cloverwhile, causing Sam to cringe.

"How about if we go back to the Hills," Alex replied, "it'll be Hunting-Season, much?"

"Ms. de la Vega makes a point, Ms. Benoir! It's brutal.. and, probably, correct." Emma admonished. "The ones you killed will not stop until you three are dead."

Clover, Sam, and Alex shivered at the pronouncement!

"Emma!" Professor xavier cut-in. "Clover? You, Sam,and Alex are here, obviously, because Mr. MacFergus thought we might be able to help you."

"Ok." Alex sighed. "We get that much. Or, I do. I think. What I want to know is, how?
I mean, I know you can help. Just, don't ask me how I know! I just FEEL like I know! you know?"

"You know?" Charles raised an eyebrow.

"You KNOW?" clover grabbed Alex.

"Hold it!" Sam put up her hand to halt Alex' immediate-answer. "Alex? You sounded a bit too much like Clover, just then! Would you mind hitting 're-mind'?"

Alex let out her breath to calm herself. "Ok, Sam! What I said was I don't KNOW how the Professor can help us, but, somehow, I can FEEL that he can help us! And? It's kinda freaking me out."

"It's freaking you out?" Sam and Clover deadpanned.

"Stow it, girlfriends." Alex growled and pulled Sam and Clover into her, and then giggled. "What I MEAN is... WE didn't even know we were mutants until a few minutes ago, nevermind what kind we might be!"

Alex was now gently rocking her best friends slowly side-to-side, then circling them around.

"You somehow knew we could help, Ms. Vega? Hm." Professor Xavier pondered."Logan! Didn't Mr. MacFergus say something about these girls working well together?"

"That he did, Charles!" Wolverine replied.

"Have any ideas, Professor?" Cyclops asked.

"A hypothesis, Scott!" Xavier replied, then turned towards the spies. "Have any of you ladies ever heard of the term 'Gestalt'?"

"Yes. A bit. I think?" Sam answered. "'Any and all intergrated patterns and structures that make up experiences and have specific properties which can niether be derived from the whole nor be considered simply a sumofthe whole'?"

"What?" Clover snapped and spun Sam around to face her:

"OK, brainiac! Can you, like, rewind that and run that onslow forthose of us who didn't take Psych 101?"

"The whole is far greater than the sum of its parts?" Alex pondered. "In fact, it may be considered wholly-different than just the parts together?"

Clover and Samantha dropped their jaws as they stared, listening to their friend.

"Sammie?" Clover asked. "Is it just me? Or, did Alex just sound a whole lot like you?"

"That wasn't me," Sam answered. "What Alex said made WAY more sense that what I said. And, I was using the word-for-word definition!"

"Sort of, Alex! Anyway, I think that what is happening - what you three young women are -
is a gestaltic-organism! You," Xavier pointed three fingers at each of the girls, "are taking in information and processing it along with your individual-abilities - so that whoever", Xavier pointed now with one finger, 'needs the information and abilities can use them!"

"KEWL!" Clover squeeled.

"Yeah..", Alex whispered, "Kinda freaky, though.."

"Is there anyway to test the hypothesis, Professor?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, somewhat." Xavier answered. "It's a bit crude. But? It let's us test the hypothesis and, if correct, measure, at least in theory, just how strong your bonds are."

"What do we have to do, Professor?" Alex asked.

"We will need EEGs from each of you, seperately," Professor Xavier stated. "And, then, another of the three of you, together. This should, also, give us a base from which to start training you inthe use of your gifts, if the hypothesis turns out to be accurate."

"So,like, when do we start, Professor?" Clover asked.

"Might I suggest at 4:00pm this afternoon?" Xavier said. "My colleague, Dr. Moira McTaggert,
will be coming into JFK from Muire Isle Research Center in about an hour from now, and that will give her time to settle-in and us to get the equipmen set up! Meanwhile, might I suggest you fill in the time by getting acquiented with the school? And? Since you have already met Kitty and Kurt? Might I suggest they be your guides?"

That afternoon, as Dr. Moira MacTaggert finishedwith Alex' electroenchephalogram, she talked withthe young woman:

"Verra interestin' readings! young Alex! And a verra active brain ye have under that head!"

"Well.." Alex answered a bit sheepishly, Maybe, ! But, usually, it's all scattershot! Unless, I have something to focus on. Until then, it seems everything in the world is just trying to come in! Then when I am focused? The rest of the world just seems to go.. POOF!"

"Verra imterestin' observation, young Alex!" Moira studied the EEG, again. "Hm. I'm seeing a bit of a strange activity, here, quite rare."

"Well?" Alex triedto smile to hide any embarassment. "Mommie always said I was special!"
Her voice then dropped almost to a whisper, her eyes looking rather sad, and far away:

"I guess.. I'm learning just what she meant, now."

"Dunno worry, young Alex," Moira whispered to her reassuringly. "Ye'll be alright. And, so will yuir mum. Ye'll see."

And, Alexandra smiled a ready smile. She could not help but feel safe around the Scotswoman!

"But, now! Back to the EEG!" thought of something, and looked straight at Alex. "At the risk of sounding like a superstitious old woman, Ms. de la Vega, have ye ever felt the presence of.. other worlds? And, tell me truthfully!"

"Like the supernatural, you mean?" Alex' eyes lit up.."Well.. not that I've told anyone but mom! But.. sometimes I feel things, like my grannie did. Mommie said that grannie had the 'gift'. The 'Montoya gift',they called it. But, I never mentioned it outside the family! Mommie said others'd make fun of us as old country-people. And kids at school arleady said I was strange, except for Sam and Clover."

"'Tis understandable why you'd nay talk of it, young Alex!" Moira agreed."The people of this world tend to mock what they duno understand! But, as I said, I'm a Scotswoman, and a Highlander at that! And, I seen enough to let me know the realms of ghosts and the faery and goblin are not just in old wives' tales! And? Some of the readings I see from yuir scans areon par with those of honest psychics who have told me the supernatural exists! But? enough of this! I've no doubt that Charles Xavier has already examined you, today! So? Get on up to yuir room, and tell one of the other two to get down here! Maybe, we can get thisdone befor supper gets cold!"

"Will do, Dr. MacTaggert!" Alex giggled, and ran out the doorway.

Soon, Alex was at the door of her room.

And Sam and Clover were in their bras and panties.

Alex let out the loudest whistle she could, which broke the concentration of the card-
players! After jumping straight-up off the bed, Clover and Sam land over each over.. rather provocatively!

"Oh! Hi hi hi,Alex!" Samantha stammered while turning as red as her hair. "Back from the doctor's? Yet? I mean.. already?"

"Let me guess," Alex deadpanned, "'rock-paper-scissors' didn't work out?"

"Hi, Alex!" Clover giggled.

"You DO remember", Alex turned back to Samantha, "How Clover cheats at cards, don't you?"

"CLOVER?!" Sam jumped and screeched, as she felt a tongue sliding across her thigh.

"And, Clover?" Alex narrowed her eyes at the blonde. "You DO realize there are telepaths living here, don't you?"

Clover let out a small "eep", and tried to slide back under Sam.

"No.. you.. DON'T.. Benoir!" Sam slid up and off her friend. "I.. am going.. to KILL you!"

And, as Clover grabbed Sam's bra and giggled maniacally, the race around the room was on!

"Give me my BRA, Clover!" Sam screamed.

"Gotta catch me, first, Red!" Clover giggled.

"They're hopeless." Alex muttered.

About that time, Rahne Sinclaine, aka Wolfsbane, sprinted into the room:

"What's wrong?! Someone said there were fractic thoughts coming from...?"

Rahne stopped in mid-rescue, as Sam had just beeen able to retrieve her bra by pulling Clover into her body, while Clover was now on her knees and giggling.

"Och! Nevermind!" Rahne blushed and tried to hide behind Alex.

"Great!" Alex muttered. "You've probably scarred the doctor's daughter for life. Now, Sam? Before you kill Clover, get on down to the med-lab! Dr. MacTaggert's waiting."

"Do I HAVE to?" Sam whined as she put her street-clothes back on.

"Moira's NOT THAT BAD!" Alex and Rahne growled.

"I know. I know." Samantha whined. "It's just - I don't know - I've never really liked new hospitals, or new doctors, you know?"

"We know, girlfriend!" Alex sighed, and Clover smirked. "Now.. GO!"

Sam sprinted as fast as she could to the Med-Lab!

"Sorry you had to see that, Ms. Sinclaire!" Alex apologized. "Sammie's too embarrassed to apologize, and .. I think Clover just feigns embarassment, really!

"That's alright, Ms. Vega!" Rahne smiled awkwardly. "And, please? Calle me 'Rahne! And-
I'm not - exactly - a virgin when it comes to seeing the human body, especially females!
A few of the students are.. known.. for pulling stunts like that."

"Thank for understanding, Rahne! And, please! Call me Alex - or Xandra, if ther are any other 'Alex's, here! And, thank you for the warning!"

After the full round of EEGs and supper wee finished, Sam, Clover, and Alex prepared for bed.

"Hey, Alex! A question!" Clover asked. "This morning? When we first came here, why weren't you freaking with Sam and me?"

"Yeah, Alex!" Sam joined in. "It was bizarro! You were acting more like me than me! What gives? Spill!"

"Well, girls," Alex began as she climbed in the middle of the bed, "remember a couple of years ago, when Jerry asked us to staighten his office while he was at a meeting in Washington?"

Sam and Clover nodded.

"Well?" Alex Continued. "As I was going over some files from earlier that year that Jerry was reviewing, I came across some updated-dosiers on the students of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and the Massachusetts Acadamy in Jerry's handwriting! Well? I got interested in the reading, and I found notes and pictures going back five years!"

"FIVE YEARS?" Clover meeped, "That was, like, before we even MET Jerry!"

"So!" Sam wondered."Were the X-Men suspected by WOOHP of anything criminal?"

"No!" Alex assured her friends."Jerry just seemed to be watching them on his own!
Waiting for us, maybe?'

Alex started to shiver, as the events of the day started o take their toll. And Sam and Clover hugged their friend tightly, to help her through any nightmares that might plague her sleep. And, that is how they slept.

Later, in the early-morning, a shadow caressed Alex's tempel. And a soft English accent seemed to float in her mind:

"Stay strong, Alex. Be brave. Watch over your sisters."