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"No, Ah refuse to eat that. That's disgusting!"

The rest of her team looked at her pleadingly. Daniel spoke up first. "Come on, Anna. We simply have to win one of the challenges."

She narrowed her eyes and looked around at the rest of the group. "Are y'all gonna do it too?"

They nodded. "Fahne. Ah'll do it. But this is not the kind of thing that you'd have t' eat if ya were really tryin' t' survive here, y'all know that, right?"

"You speaking from experience, mutie?" Trey raised an eyebrow in defiance, to which Anna responded with a laugh that the whole group echoed. Of all the people on the island, none of them could even begin to imagine Anna as being one of the mutants. At first, they had suspected her based on the uncanny resemblance she held to one of the X-Men, but that notion was dismissed as soon as one of the contestants who knew a lot about the X-Men pointed out that she was able to touch people. Still, the rest of the team sometimes referred to her as "Rogue," just as a joke.

She approached the table and looked down at her plate in disgust. "If Ah wanted this, Ah would have signed up for 'Fear Factor' instead." She picked up a fork and speared one of the cockroaches. She looked at it closer and waved the fork triumphantly in the air. "Ah was right! These things don't even live on Genosha. They come from Madagascar, and as y'all know, that's a little bit south of here." The rest of the people at the table just looked at her, a few of them shrugged.

Sarah lifted one up with her fork and watched it try to grab onto the metal. "That doesn't change the fact that we have to eat them."

Katie nodded. "And where does an auto mechanic even learn shit like that?"

Anna sighed and bit into the hard shell of the cockroach. As she shoved the rest of it in her mouth, she answered the question, making sure that everyone had a clear view of the disgusting insect as she chomped on it. "Ah must of picked it up somewhere. Ah'm more than a grease monkey, ya know. Who wants seconds?" She held up the platter and laughed, then set it back down again and eyed a particularly large cockroach that was waddling towards her plate. She pushed it around on the table with her fork, waiting for the rest of her team to choke down a bug. As she nudged it, she saw it's eyes flash a familiar yellow. She jumped a little bit and plucked the insect off of the table, turning away to give it a stern talking-to.

"What are ya doin here? You could be eaten! That ain't safe for you, and you know it." The cockroach made as defiant a face as a cockroach could, and jumped out of her hands, scuttling away into the forest. She turned back to the table and was pleased to find that everyone else had eaten their little snacks. She stood up and turned to the nearest cameraman. "We're done. Can we go back t' camp?" The stocky man nodded and took a bite of his pizza. She rolled her eyes and stood up from the table. Her teammates all stood as well, and they headed back to their base camp.

"Right. Well, it does seem like a possibility. Of course. I'll talk to him about it. I'll bring it up at a meeting. One of the lower profile members? Such as? Ah. I see. You have my full support on this project, provided that I am not left out of any aspect of the planning. And I will know if you are being secretive. Yes. It had better not come to that, I agree. Very well. Fax me the specifics." He hung up the phone. The network had contacted him a week earlier, with the idea of a reality show involving both mutants and humans, something that would, if it went well, make the mutant/human relations a lot better. After negotiations with the developers of the program, he had agreed to oversee the mutant aspect of it. They were also looking for a high-profile mutant to co-host the program. They had chosen Warren Worthington. The Professor telepathically summoned Warren and the rest of his team to his office. Once they had arrived, he explained the entire situation.

"You are all familiar with the show, 'Survivor', correct?" The group nodded, and Jubilee shouted, "Duh!" Xavier ignored her outburst and continued. "I have recently been approached by a representative of the producers of that show. They are interested in creating a version of the show with mutants. Warren, they want you to host."

"What?"

"They want you to be Jeff Probst's co-host."

"Me? Why?"

"You test well with audiences."

"Since when?"

"Darling, you're quite possibly the sexiest man alive, that's since when." Betsy answered the question in a way that Xavier simply could not.

"Well said, Elisabeth. Anyway, the way that the show is going to work is that there will be fifteen mutants and fifteen humans. No one will know which is which. They will have to work together on teams until, as you know; only one player will remain. The producers ask that I submit at least one of the other team members as a contestant."

Jubilee raised her hand and jumped up and down.

"Minimum age is 21."

"NOT FAIR!" She sat back down again and began to pout.

Xavier smiled. "I'm sure we can find a way for you to take part in the show."

That seemed to lift her spirits a little more, so he turned back to the group assembled in front of him. "They ask that the contestant be someone who is not visibly a mutant. Also, someone who isn't constantly in the spotlight. They don't want the contestants to be able to identify the team member right off the bat. Any volunteers?"

The room was quiet. No one volunteered, until Jubilee raised her voice again.

"Are you guys nuts? Someone do it!"

after another moment of silence, three people spoke up at once.

"I'll do it."

"Fahne."

"I guess."

Bobby, Rogue, and Jean had all volunteered, albeit reluctantly. After a few months of preparation on the network's behalf, the three of them boarded a train and rode to the airport, where they were met by a number of network publicists and the directors of the show. They arrived on the island of Genosha a few days later. The directors had given them all complete makeovers, so that they weren't as obviously themselves as they would like to have been. Bobby's entire wardrobe was replaced except for his mighty mouse t-shirt, which he simply refused to give up. The directors were worried that if he wore too much blue, he would be recognized. Similarly, all of the red was removed from Jean's wardrobe and her hair was dyed black. Rogue's hair was also dyed. They had tried to dye over the white on both sides of her face, but the stylist somehow felt that dying both would put her life in danger, so one long stripe of white hair remained. Most of the green had been flushed from her wardrobe as well. The changes that they had to go through went beyond aesthetics, though. Bobby and Jean were both given false last names and Rogue went back to using her "Anna Raven" alias. None of the contestants knew where the filming was to take place, in order to keep it as secret as possible, but all three of them felt something drop when they looked out the window of the cargo planes carrying them onto the island and recognized it as Genosha. They were soon divided onto their respective teams and the game began.

The popcorn was popped, and the entire group was assembled in the large rec. room, as the show started.

"Man, I love HDTV!" Bobby squeezed himself in in-between Gambit and Betsy on the couch, and grabbed the popcorn bowl.

"Really? I think you just love staring at your own ass in as high a resolution as possible, am I right?" Betsy snatched the bowl back from him as Rogue plopped herself unceremoniously halfway on the couch and halfway on Remy's lap.

"Shut up, y'all. It's starting."

Sure enough, the intro had begun.

On the desolate island of Genosha, where once mutants reigned supreme, thirty people will be left to their own devices. Fifteen of them are mutants. Fifteen are humans. But only one will be the Survivor.

The logo rolled onto the screen as Warren popped open a beer and handed it down to Betsy.

"Thanks, luv."

"You're quite welcome."

As he said the last word, a much larger-than-life version of himself appeared on the screen, wearing a pair of tribal-looking pants and no shirt.

"Welcome to Survivor: Genosha. I'm Warren Worthington the third, and I'll be your co-host. For those of you familiar with the program, be prepared to see thing happening a little bit different. For those of you new to Survivor, welcome aboard."

Another man stepped up beside him and spoke.

"I'm Jeff Probst, and it is an honor to be co-hosting this with you, Warren. As many of our viewers may already be aware, you are a member of the well-known mutant team, the X-Men. You are also the CEO of Worthingto—"

"This is so embarrassing." Warren buried his head in his hands, and Jean turned to him from her place near the couch.

"At least you didn't have to go a two months without showering."

"Touché." Luckily, though, Jeff had moved on.

"And now, lets meet our teams. First off, meet the Magistrates."

The screen went immediately to a picture of Bobby in a polo shirt and khakis, looking like he had just crawled out of Scott's closet. He smiled at the camera and approached it.

"Hi. I'm Robert Drakeson, and I'm a 23 year old accountant from Long Island."

"Drakeson? dat's de best you could come up with? Drakeson?" Remy laughed.

Logan was both amused and irritated. "I can come up with better aliases than that when I've got a steel girder through my forehead."

"That's only because your forehead IS a steel girder. Besides, it's a script. They just told us what to say."

"Why don't you shut up and go do my taxes for me, bub?"

"Oh, I'll do your taxes, alright." He iced up his fist and waved it threateningly at Logan, who just laughed and unsheathed his claws. He felt something pop in his shoulder and noticed that Betsy had thrown something at him. Looking down, her grunted as his shoulder began to bleed. "That was a new shirt, too." He turned his attention back to the screen, as Jean walked into the frame, also wearing something a little bit more conservative than usual.

"My name is Jean Sumner, I'm 25, and I'm married. I work with troubled kids in upstate New York."

"Who did the wardrobe for this show? A group of nuns? Show some skin, Jeanie!" Logan made a whooping noise and was about to go on, but noticed Scott's eyes glowing a little brighter than usual and the wound that Betsy had inflicted upon him had just barely healed. He popped open another beer and grunted. "Alright. Alright. This show is turning out to be a lot less exciting than I thought it would be."

He walked towards the kitchen as Warren introduced the second team, the "Mutates." He nodded his head mockingly as the contestants introduced themselves. He was just about to profess his boredom once again and go out to Harry's Hideaway, when he heard a lot of whooping coming from the rec room. He ran back in just in time to see Rogue, wearing what looked like little more than a bathing suit, lean into the camera and introduce herself.

"Hey there. Ah'm Anna. Anna Raven, and Ah'm a 24 year old auto mechanic. Ah was born in Mississippi, but now Ah live in Valle Soleada, California. And yes, this is mah natural hair color."

Rogue had buried her face in a pillow and Logan's jaw had hit the ground. Bobby was staring at the television, not blinking. Remy had suddenly become quite uncomfortable with Rogue sitting on his lap, and Scott looked concerned.

"Did you kill anyone?" He looked up at Rogue.

"No, Ah didn't kill anyone. But Ah'm gonna if y'all don't drop it."

Logan took off his jacket and threw it in the hallway. "Maybe I will stay for the rest of the show."

A/N: You may recognize some of the people in this... mostly because they are based on MFN members. So if you're from MFN, you may be here. And I apologize if I make the character named after you come off as a real asshole. It's not at all a commentary on your own disposition.

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