So here's fic number two. Sorry I don't post so often, but I have a dad who is a computer tech. The hard drive and my disks suffer for it. Anyway, this is an X-Men fic inspired by my friend and it ties into the other fic I have. It's set just after Talia and Kurt leave to go across the pond. Oh and of course, flames are given to my muse Nightcrawler who uses them for fencing practice.

Something that wanted to be a disclaimer, but didn't really work: Children mine, parents Marvels. No suing.

"Our leaders gone and we don't get a break?" Chris asked, hands on his hips and snide as ever. "No," said our deputy, Tom. He and Chris were almost always head to head. Tom was Warren and Betsy's son and Chris was Scott and Jean's second. I think. Both wanted to lead. "Uh, have y'all noticed you'ah being childish?" Marie asked them. She was Rogue's daughter, but we had no idea who her father might have been. All we knew was it wasn't Gambit. "Guys," I said. They looked at me. "Shut up." I am, by the way, Calisto. Don't ask. I'm the only real enigma the X-Men have right now. No parents and no life previous. Professer Summers says I act too much like Logan. I say he's an idiot, but he replies telling me that's a bad thing and one more strike against me. "Sorry Cal," they said simultaneously and both just as meekly. "Okay, you boys need to settle your differences or we'll end up weeding the lawn or something." The final member of our team, except for Talia who had gone and left us to see Brittany, Mikhael said. He was Talia's twin brother and they couldn't be more different. He was studious and religous and she was a wild one. She was also my best friend. "As in, if y'all don't get to it, Ah'm gonna come down there and toss y'all into the Danger Room in the Amazon Ruin." Rogue said from behind us. Chris and Tom jumped half a foot in the air. "It was him!" they exclaimed, pointing at each other. "Cal, take Mikhael an' Marie some where else. Ah'm gonna have a chat with these two." She said glaring at Tom and Chris. "Gotcha." I said. The three of us went out to the kitchen looking for breakfast. "So Mikheal," I asked rumaging in the fridge, "how did you end up being so up tight with a sister who's so cool?" "I'm not up tight." He replied simply. "You are sugah, but I like you," Marie said putting a hand on his shoulder. He brushed her off. "Would you stop hitting on me?" he asked her. She looked abashed. "Ah was just tryin' to be nice." she barely mumbled. His enhanced hearing picked it up. "I wish you wouldn't. My sister causes me enough trouble." With that he stormed off to be alone with his thoughts. "What's his problem?" I asked.

Well? Okay, I tried. I don't think I'll write Cal to much after this. She's just a bit too much like Wolverine for me to write. As always, my critics decide. Next chapter will be more fun, I promise. By the way, does anyone know how to trap a teleporter?