Summary: Sequel to my oneshot A Night at the Bar. What did Roberto and Rahne do with the pictures on Rahne's digital camera? Well, it all started the next day… Couplings: Loro, Lancitty, Rohne, Romy, Jonda, X-ietro, Anlocke, Amay (Ray/Amara), Jubby, Tam, Lorex (Alex/Lorna), Evanielle (Evan/Danielle) and maybe more…

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN X-MEN IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM! If you think that I own this amazing franchise then talk to Stan Lee; he'll set you right as you seem to not have listened last time! THIS DISCLAIMER IS FOR THE ENTIRE FIC.!

A/N: Well, I got a lot of requests for a sequel to A Night at the Bar so I'm honoring your wishes; here it is. You don't have to read A Night at the Bar to read this. Enjoy! Oh, and the high rating is for both language and the contents of the incriminating evidence that is presented to many of the mutants in this fic.

"…"- conversation

'…'- thoughts

(…)- extra facts/actions (some)

'blah…' -telepathy/what people say mentally

Blackmail City

Chapter 1: The Next Morning

Kitchen, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, New York, USA—June 9, 2006, 8:00 AM

Professor Charles Xavier wheeled himself down to the kitchen, desperately hoping to avoid the chaos that he had found existed during the wonderful time period of 7:30 to 9:00 AM and then the rest of the day. However, an eyebrow rose when he entered the room and instead of finding thirty-two mutants (the Brotherhood and Acolyte teams, plus Evan, had decided the day before to hang around for a bit longer before returning to their respective homes) he found only Logan and Ororo, both of whom were sitting at the table drinking coffee, Ororo looking horrible while Logan looked the same as he usually did; unconcerned with reality around him. However, what he found interesting was that instead of the two of them being involved with separate things they were talking quietly to each other.

"Ororo, are you alright, my dear?" Xavier asked as he moved so that he was sitting across from Ororo in his usual spot.

Ororo looked up from her conversation with Logan and, smiling at Xavier said, "I am fine, Charles. Just a little tired; that's all." She then took a sip of her coffee, which Xavier sensed was unusually strong for her, as Ororo liked hers a light brown. Shrugging it off to Ororo's admittance of exhaustion Xavier nodded and turned his attention to Logan, who to his amusement had buried himself behind the newspaper in an attempt to hide the fact that he had a cigar clenched between his teeth; something Xavier had seen as soon as he had entered the kitchen.

"Logan, must I tell you again that smoking is prohibited in the kitchen and dining area?" Xavier said, placing his hands in their typical "steeple" position.

Logan put down the paper and, taking the cigar out of his mouth crushed the lit end in his hand, the burn left healing quickly. "There ya go, Chuck. No more cigar smoke, although I don't see why I can't smoke it here today as no one's even gotten out of bed yet."

Ororo looked at Logan and said, "Either way, Logan, the smoke will contaminate the food left out and you will be responsible for getting the children sick should they consume the smoke-infested food."

Logan looked at Ororo and remarked, "Then I guess the kids'll have to learn to put their junk food away and not leave it out where it can get contaminated, won't they?"

Ororo arched an eyebrow and, smiling, shot back, "Touché, Logan." She then returned to her coffee and Logan put the cigar in his back pocket, getting up to get himself more coffee.

"Want some, Chuck?" Logan asked, getting out another mug in preparation. On getting an affirmative Logan poured Xavier a cup of coffee and brought it, along with milk and sugar over to the table, setting them in front of Xavier and then choosing to lean against the counter rather than sit down again.

Xavier filed away the conversation he had just witnessed, along with the fact that Logan had listened to his request for putting out the cigar and not ignored him like he usually did in the back of his mind. However, what really intrigued Xavier was the way in which Logan and Ororo were interacting; it was friendly banter that held another level to it that he hadn't been able to discover yet and frankly he was interested in finding out what was being hidden just beneath the surface.

"Logan, Ororo. You will have the privilege of hosting a Danger Room session for Kitty, Rogue, Bobby, Jubilee, Ray, Amara, Sam, Tabitha, Alex, Lorna, Evan, Danielle, Lexie, the Maximoff twins, Ms. Braddock, Mr. Worthington, Mr. Alvers, Mr. LeBeau, and Mr. Allerdyce this afternoon at three. Is that okay with you?" Xavier said, dumping two spoonfuls of sugar and some milk into his coffee while looking at his two instructors with an arched eyebrow.

Logan and Ororo looked at each other and Ororo asked, "But Charles, why so many students and why not everyone?" Logan was appraising Xavier, his mind trying to work out a reason why Xavier was giving Ororo and himself the honor of overseeing the session.

"The reason, my friends, is that all of those whom I mentioned were out past curfew and all of them failed the breath test; meaning all of them returned with high amounts of alcohol in their systems. Now, you both know that I am not fond of violence being the punishment for when a rule is broken but this time it cannot be helped. Do we understand each other?" Xavier said, ending his speech with a question, which Logan grinned at, knowing he had done it purposely to show that he was serious.

"Gotcha loud and clear, Chuck. However, don't ya think that they should all be up and stampeding down here for breakfast?" Logan asked, taking a sip of his coffee once more.

Xavier smiled and replied, "Oh, I believe that they will be down soon, Logan. And when they do arrive do tell them about their punishment, would you?" Logan and Ororo nodded and from that moment on silence reigned in the kitchen, with not a sound being heard beyond the typical noises one would normally hear at breakfast.

Living Room, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 2006, 8:20 AM

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the three adults in the kitchen Roberto and Rahne had gotten up at five in the morning, gotten breakfast, then wiped all traces of their having been in the kitchen away so that Logan couldn't detect them. They had then set up most of their big plans already and all they had left to do was what they were taking care of currently. So, as the conversation occurred in the kitchen Roberto and Rahne had taken up residency behind the large sofa in the room and had spread in front of them a multitude of envelopes, sharpies, and photographs that Rahne had printed out from her camera in the computer lab hours earlier.

"So, 'Berto, who should we do in first?" Rahne asked her boyfriend, a "cat who ate the canary grin" on her face as she put on rubber gloves so that their scent couldn't be detected. Rahne was just as excited as Roberto was at the prospect of getting back at her teammates, especially Bobby and Jubilee, who had just lately pranked them and they had deemed that revenge was necessary.

Roberto didn't answer his girlfriend's inquiry at first, his eyes roaming over the photographs in front of him, looking for the best ones to use while he also put on rubber gloves. After a minute he looked at Rahne and, smirking, replied, "Well, my dear Rahne, I believe that we shall do in Bobby and Jubes first; they have it coming, don't they?"

Rahne nodded and reaching over Roberto picked up a photograph that showed the two aforementioned mutants in a very compromising position. "Ay think tha' this one'll do for them," Rahne commented, tilting her head to the side and grinning when she saw how Bobby would view it.

Roberto nodded sagely and replied, "My thoughts exactly, Wolfie. Let's see… envelopes with each of their names on them, the photo… wait, did you make multiples of each photo?" Roberto sighed in relief as Rahne produced a large manila envelope labeled "Doubles" and, grinning, took it and extracted a copy of the photo Rahne had picked up. He then put one copy of the photograph in each envelope and then brought out another large manila envelope and, smirking, carefully withdrew two identical notes that had been typed on the computer and inserted one into each envelope. He then sealed it and gave it to Rahne, who placed it in a plastic bag that she then sealed tight; a double precaution so that they wouldn't be found out.

They then moved through their list, next tackling Alex and Lorna's envelopes, doing to them and all that followed the same tactics they had done with Bobby and Jubilee's envelopes. After the fourth one was done Roberto and Rahne did Sam and Tabitha's, Ray and Amara's, and Lance and Kitty's. At John and Wanda's both had seriously considered not following through due to the risk of setting Wanda off but after much debate—a minute a most—they decided it had to be done followed by Remy and Rogue's, Pietro and Lexie's, Warren and Betsy's, and Evan and Danielle's. Once these were all done they moved on to the last two couples whom they knew ran a high risk.

Rahne bit her lip and said, "'Berto, is it wise tae piss off Logan? Ay mean, the man's got a temper and if we push it off the edge…" she trailed off as her ears moved towards the doorway, signaling Roberto to be silent, her hearing having picked up approaching footsteps. Glancing at each other they abandoned their workstation, stuffing everything underneath the sofa, leaped up over the couch and settled themselves in the cushions, taking off their gloves and hiding them behind their backs and doing their best to appear natural. They accomplished this just in time as Hank, Sean, Moira, and Forge walked past the living room, all headed for the kitchen.

Moira glanced in and on seeing her adopted daughter and Roberto on the couch she stopped Sean and nodded her head in their direction. Sean looked up and grinned, leaning down to whisper to Moira, "They're actin' like we did when we were younger, don' ye think?"

Moira nodded and responded, "Aye, but then again, it is rare tae see them up so early. Ay think tha' somethin's up; don't ye think, Sean?" Sean paused a moment and nodded his head no.

"I can' say tha' I do, Moira. I think tha' they're just enjoyin' the peace and solitude tha' comes from no one else claimin' the room." Sean responded, gently pulling Moira away from the door and towards the kitchen. "And now, lass, if we don' hurry there'll be no more breakfast left fer us!" Moira smiled and, shrugging off her suspicions followed her husband off to the kitchen where they could hear Hank and Forge arguing over some new invention Forge had just finished and wanted to try out as soon as possible, to which they could hear Hank telling him no vehemently.

Once the adults were gone Roberto and Rahne looked at each other and sighed in relief, both thinking how close they had come to blowing their cover. Putting back on their gloves they moved back behind the couch and continued their work, finishing up the last two envelopes and then stashing their copies in the backpack Rahne had brought with her.

"When do we strike?" Roberto asked, looking at his watch and seeing that it was exactly 8:45 AM. He looked over at his girlfriend, who was busy getting together the stack of envelopes and putting away the extra materials.

After a few moments Rahne looked up and responded, "We strike at 9:30 AM; tha's when Ay calculated tha' due tae the massive amounts of alcohol they all chugged last night their minds will be messed up the worst and they'll be forced tae get up and get headache relief. Let's get in position, shall we?"

Roberto nodded and Rahne gave him the stack of envelopes for the boys' rooms while Rahne kept the ones for the girls' rooms. They had decided to tackle the last two couples after the others had been done, which they had assured themselves would be more of a finish than anything else. With these thoughts the two blackmailers set off for their targets, ready to do in their teammates and friends.

Bottom of the Staircase, Xavier Institute for the Gifted, Bayville, NY, USA—June 9, 2006, 9:29 AM

Roberto and Rahne were currently situated at the bottom of the grand staircase that led to the second floor of the mansion; grins on their faces as they sat on the last step. Looking at Rahne Roberto asked, "Shall we count down?"

Rahne grinned and replied, "But of course. Let's see… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… now!"

Their grins grew wider to encompass their faces when they heard a multitude of screams and curses issuing from the second floor, the higher pitched ones from the east wing and the lower, gruff voices from the west wing. When Roberto and Rahne heard footsteps coming their way they quickly changed their expressions from glee and enthusiasm to shock and surprise.

Xavier and the instructors came careening around the corner and skidded to a halt when they saw Roberto and Rahne staring up the stairs, surprised looks on their faces. "What's wrong, Roberto, Rahne?" Xavier asked, concern in his voice.

Roberto and Rahne turned around and Rahne said, "It's not us, Professor. It's everyone upstairs." Rahne turned her head to look up the stairs again and said, "Ay hope they're okay."

Xavier replied, "They will be fine, Rahne. Logan, Ororo, Forge, Hank, Moira, and Sean; we must go and see what's wrong with everyone. Ororo, Moira, and Sean will take the east wing while Logan, Forge, and Hank will take the west wing. I will take the main wing. We will then report back to the landing to report on what's wrong. Understood?" On getting nods from all of the instructors Xavier gave them the signal to investigate and while he went for the elevator everyone else took the stairs three at a time and then spilt up into their groups.

Roberto and Rahne watched the happenings with concerned expressions on their faces but once the adults had reached the second floor and separated they turned to each other and grinned evilly. "Shall we set up our last trap?" Roberto asked and Rahne, who had been digging in her backpack for the envelope they needed looked at him and, grinning, replied, "Aye, let's do it."