IMPORTANT AUTHORS' NOTES:

Jean: We here at JORK Inc., live in a lovely, carefree-

Ororo: coughinsanecough

Jean: Hey! elbows Ororo ANYWAY, as I was saying... glares at Ororo In our lovely world, Jean and Scott have lived at the mansion since they were little-

Kurt: Mmmm... have you guys tried these Sweet Heart candies? They're really good. stuffs his face with more sugar...

Jean: Glares at Kurt ...and Ororo and Logan, along with the Professor... glares at Rogue

Rogue: What?

Jean: Aren't you gonna interrupt?

Rogue: No, Ah'm good.

Jean: ...basically raised them. Is that all our notes?

Ororo: shrugs

Rogue: Ah guess...

Kurt: Are there any more candies? the girls look at him funny

Jean: Okay then... On with the show...

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Well, we all know that Mystique's a bad guy. And we all know she hates Jean and Scott. But did you ever wonder WHY she's a bad guy? Or why it is that she hates them so much? I mean, sure, Scott DID trap in her Area 51, but come on... Everybody's entitled to one mistake, right? Anyway, we DID wonder... and this is what came of it....

Ororo looked around at her surroundings. The coast was clear. No sight of Jean OR Scott. She picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello?" a voice on the other end of the receiver said.

"Raven? This is Ororo."

"Hi Ororo. What did you need?"

"Well, Logan and I were wondering..." Storm trailed off.

"You were wondering...?" Mystique urged.

"Well... we-were-wondering-if-you-would-baby-sit-the-kids!" Ororo said quickly.

"Um... I guess... But I'm not that good with children..." Raven answered.

"That's okay," the weather-witch replied, happily. "They're very mature for their ages."

"I guess I could. When?"

"I know it's asking a lot and on such short notice, but we need you for a week starting at 5:00 this evening." Ororo answered.

"It's fine... wait... Why can't Charles watch them?"

"He's in Scotland filing for divorce with Gabrielle."

"Oh, I see." Mystique sighed. "Well, I suppose I'll see you in two hours. Good-bye, Ororo."

"Bye, Raven and thanks again!" She hung up. "Sucker..." she muttered to herself, evilly.

That's when she first noticed two small shadows leading to somewhere behind her. Ororo turned around.

"Who was on the phone, Mommy?" Five year old Jean asked, her hands on her hips.

"Yeah and what did you mean by '...we need you for a week starting at 5:00 this evening...'?" Little Scott asked, crossing his arms.

Ororo bit her bottom lip. This was what she had been trying to avoid. Her and Logan had thought that maybe if they were lucky they could just tell them on the way out the door, but now she was stuck. Wait, wasn't Logan supposed to be distracting them?

"Where's Logan?" Ororo avoided the question.

The two kids shared a look.

"Daddy is... unavoidably detained at the time being..." Scott smirked.

"Yeah, he's got his hands tied at the moment." Jean added.

"Kids..." Ororo said in a warning tone. "What did you do with Logan?"

"Nothing, Mommy. We've been good. Honest," Jean answered, a little giggly.

"Yeah! It's really not like we tied him up and put him in the Danger Room and pressed all the pretty little buttons," Scott said confidently.

Jean elbowed him in the side. "Great going, Scottie! Now Mommy's gonna yell at us!"

Ororo's eyes bulged and she put her hands on her waist. "Kids... What have I told you about tying people up and throwing them in random dangerous areas?"

"We're sorry, Mommy," Jean and Scott said in unison.

Storm sighed. "Well, I suppose we'll have to get Logan out of there on." She grabbed Scott and Jean's hands and walked off toward the Danger Room. Once there, they heard odd laser-like sounds hitting metal, big machinery rolling around, and every so often they'd hear a grunt and a sound like metal cutting metal. Jean and Scott giggled.

Ororo sighed. "You two stay RIGHT HERE. Don't move!"

"Yes, Mommy."

With that Ororo ran off leaving the two troublemakers all alone. After a minute, Jean began shifting back and forth on her heals and toes and Scott plumped down to the ground. "What do we do now?" he asked.

"I dunno," she replied. "Wanna go finger paint on the walls?"

He shrugged. "Okay."