Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am to a spiritual level beyond material possessions. Therefore, I must borrow everyone else's.

A/N: The movie theater scene was inspired by the song "Take Tomorrow" by Butch Walker (former lead singer of Marvelous 3) off his Left of Self Centered album.

This chapter also contains spoilers of the Mission Impossible III movie.

NOVEMBER RAIN: Chapter Two: Where are the brains?

Being a weekday afternoon, the movie theater was fairly empty, only thirty people settling in their seats and sipping overpriced soft drinks. Among the movie patrons were three mutants. And not just any mutants. Because of the circumstances the world dealt them, they all ended up working for one of the most powerful mutants on the planet: Erik Lehnsherr a.k.a. Magneto.

They were three young men who were considered terrorists by some, freedom fighters by others; they, as well as two other older mutants, had been dubbed the Acolytes. Acolyte, noun, meaning devoted follower or attendant, from the Latin word acolytus.

Such a word used to describe those three mutants couldn't be farther from the truth. This was not always the case, but recent actions of their superior and events in their lives have altered their perspective. Yet, they still continued to work for Magneto for different reasons, different from when they arrived and different from each other. Whether it was to protect their loved ones or for access to information, they still worked for the man.

But not today. Today, they had taken the day off and actually left their new warehouse base on the other side of town. It was the first time Remy LeBeau was able to get his teammate St. John Allerdyce out of the building since his drunken escapade after discovering that Magneto had his former love interest Wanda Maximoff's memories altered to eliminate John from them. The third person to round out the group was the Russian Piotr Rasputin, who left his art and phone behind to spend a day with the guys.

"I'm so excited!" John said with glee as he settled down in his seat, adjusting the jumbo bucket of popcorn on his lap. "I really hope Tom Cruise's head explodes," he alluded the the preview of the movie that revealed a bomb had been placed in the lead character's head.

Remy rained on his parade. "I doubt dat d'ey are gonna kill off Tom Cruise."

"Stop being a party pooper!" John told him. "You're just upset, because the ticket guy was straight, and you had to pay for a ticket."

The Cajun sighed. "What has this world come to?"

"Cheapskate."

"Hog." Remy reached over and stole a handful of popcorn.

"Mooch."

"You two will not be insulting each other during the entire movie, will you?" Piotr asked from St. John's right.

"Non, but d'ere are still a few minutes before it starts," Remy told Piotr, whose face turned sour. "Gotta get d'em out now, right, Glutton?" Remy swiped another handful.

"Sure, Envy."

"Sloth."

"Lust."

"What kind of an insult is lust?"

"I thought we were naming the seven deadly sins."

Remy's head fell into his hand. "Non."

The theater darkened, and the green preview screen appeared. John laughed and laughed as animated animals ran across the screen stealing food. "Bruce Willis is the best!" he told Remy after the preview ended. "And who could play a better overacting possum than William Shatner! 'He's dead, Jim! (1)'" John laughed some more. John's laugh continued through the rest of the previews, whether he was laughing with or at the movies.

Then the theater darkened ever more, and the Aussie grew silent as he anxiously awaited the explosion of Tom Cruise's head. When the scene changed to a flashback without any of Tom Cruise's brains over the screen, John let out a disappointed sigh. He slouched down in his seat as J.J. Abrams set up the story of Tom Cruise's domestic life. Boring domestic life. John thought about catching some z's and asking Remy to wake him up when someone's head was going to explode.

Then the mission came, and John sat up. Guns went off, Felicity was rescued, and they put her in a helicopter. When Felicity told Tom Cruise she had an explosive in her head, John jumped up and down in his seat. "I will get to see someone's head explode. Ha! Remy," John pointed at his disbelieving teammate on his left. Remy shushed him and stole another handful of popcorn.

Then the climatic time came. Felicity was either going to get her head fried or blown off. Then the timer on the bomb read zero and . . . nothing happened.

John stood up in his seat, carrying the popcorn with him. "WHAT!" he shouted. "WHERE ARE THE BRAINS?"

People behind him yelled for him to sit down, but he didn't care. "I PAID TO SEE SOMEONE'S BRAINS EXPLODE ACROSS THE BLOODY BIG SCREEN!" He started to throw the popcorn from his gigantic bucket at Ving Rhames and some Irish bloke. "THEY AREN'T EVEN OOZING OUT HER EARS! MOVE ME, WHY DON'T YOU, YOU HORRIBLE HALF-RATE ACTORS!"

John continued to rant. Remy tried to pull him back down into his seat, but John would have nothing of it. Remy and Piotr stood up, and John threw his entire bucket of popcorn at the actors on the screen. The usher ran down the aisle from the back of the theater. Piotr grabbed John's arm in his steel grip and lead him out of the theater through the fire exit.

"What was dat 'bout John!" Remy yelled at his teammate, once they had gotten a safe distance away.

The Aussie looked solemnly down at his shoes. "It didn't move me."

"You just got us kicked out of a movie!" Remy was still angry. "One dat I actually paid for!"

"Sorry!" John looked up and shouted back in an unapologetic manner. "They said there were going to be brain bombs, which led me to believe that there were going to be exploding brains! It was a great disappointment."

"Dat doesn' mean you can stand up and throw a tantrum in the middle of a movie!"

John turned away and kicked a stone. "Let's just go back to the base then."

"Why? So you can write depressing epitaphs and drink yourself stupid?" Remy argued. "No, I finally got you outta dat place, and we're not goin' back yet."

"It sounds like you're the one who was getting sick of it, mate," John said harshly.

"We're all sick of if, John! We all want out! And today we are going to pretend we are," he declared.

"Why bother?"

"Because it will give me a couple o' more days of sanity. Now come on. Let's go. I know just de place dat will cheer you up," Remy turned and signaled with his arm for the two others to follow him.

"Where are we going?" Piotr asked.

"You'll see," the Cajun grinned.

At Xavier's Institute, Rogue and Kitty Pryde had just made it back to their room after school. Rogue threw her bag to her side of the room as soon as she had entered the doorway. It skidded and wrinkled a rug lying on the floor, until finally settling half-way underneath her bed. Rogue threw herself on her bed and sighed.

In comparison, Kitty calmly and carefully laid her bookbag out on her bed and started to arrange her text books and binders according to her homework assignments. Rogue turned her head to watch the girl in silence for a minute.

"Ya know, sometimes ya're too neat and orderly fo' your own good," she commented.

"I have to be or I wouldn't get anything done," the perky girl replied.

"Does it really matter anymore when your teachers are all hypocritical, bitter assholes?"

"What happened? Mr. Shomocker giving you trouble in composition class again?"

"Are ya sure your not psychic?" Rogue commented sarcastically.

"I don't know. Let's, like, get out the Ouija board!" she retorted with fake enthusiasm in her voice.

"Yea, just as soon as Ah grab the nail polish and change into mah cute, sparkly pajamas."

"I didn't know you had cute, sparkly pajamas. Did Remy send you those too?"

Rogue stared at her skeptically, not knowing if Kitty was joking or not. Then she just shrugged and snatched her current novel off the night stand.

"Hey, don't go off into Neverland without telling me what went on today," Kitty ordered as she settled on her bed with her homework out in front of her.

"Ah won't," she said as she found the place in her book where she left off. "This is Prozac Nation."

"Now come on. What did Mr. Child-Molester Mustache do today?"

"Ya are really bad at nicknames."

"You think that's bad?" Kitty looked up from her text book and raised an eyebrow. "I can do much, much, worse. I can even do puns. I did date Lance."

"Fine," Rogue replied, being beaten by the possibility of hearing bad puns. "We got our analyses back today an' Ah had a big, fat, red D on mine. There were no comments o' anything else written on it. And ya know how long-winded he is. He just saw mah name on the top and boom. Next time Ah'm not written mah name on it an' claim it after he grades it."

"Did you talk to the principal about it?" Kitty's voice grew with concern.

"Kelly? Are ya serious? He probably put him up ta it." Rogue flipped back to her book. "Ah got even, though. Slipped some laxative in his coffee. Although Ah almost got caught an' accidentally touched that baseball player Ruben." Rogue shuttered. "There are things guys do with a baseball that Ah really coulda died not knowin'."

"It doesn't hurt to try and talk to Principal Kelly." Kitty ignored Rogue revelation about baseball players.

"Yes, it would," she argued. "It would hurt mah head."

"But. . . " Kitty was interrupted by a knock at the open door.

"Hey, suit up. We have a mission in town. Meet us in the garage in five," Jean announced before turning to get ready herself.

Rogue dog-eared the page she was at, sighed, and rolled off her bed. "Can't wait," she said sarcastically.

"What are the Acolytes doing at Jake's Junkyard?" Kitty asked Jean and Scott, just as Rogue opened the back door to the X-Jeep. Scott was, of course, driving, with Jean sitting shotgun and Kitty, Kurt, and Rogue in the backseat.

Scott relayed the message. "The Professor wasn't specific. Just that they're causing a disturbance. He didn't sound too concerned."

"We probably just have to show up and scare them away," Jean added.

Rogue looked out the window and snorted. Sure, they'll run away without a fight. Sounds exactly like 'em.

Scott divulged more information. "It's just the three of them: Pyro, Gambit, and Colossus. Cerebro didn't detect anyone else. If it comes to it, Kurt, Kitty, you two go ahead and take on Colossus; Jean and I will cover Pyro; Rogue, can I count on you to take out Gambit alone?"

Rogue snapped her face forward to bore out holes in the back of Scott's head with her eyes. "We aren' involved anymore Scott. An' even if we were still friends, Ah could take him down in a heartbeat if Ah had ta. Remember the Danger Room? Ya're the one who has the problem separatin' friend from foe, not meh."

"You don't have to jump down my throat . . ." he started.

"I know; ya have Jean fo' that," Rogue interrupted.

"Rogue!" Now Jean got in on it. "We're not putting you up against Gambit because of your prior relationship. Yes, we did try and do that in the Danger Room, but we were wrong. We want you to go up against Gambit because you and Kurt are the best close range fighters we have today, and we think you will have a better chance at overcoming Gambit than Kurt because of your fighting style and training. Kurt is faster, but we need his acrobatics and teleporting capabilities to keep Colossus on his toes."

"Fine, whatever." Rogue crossed her arms and sulked. Jean's justification made sense, but she wouldn't admit it. Ah really don' want ta see him again. Ah don' know how Ah'll react. Ah'm still mad at him, but Ah kinda missed talkin' with him. With Risty still AWOL, ah really haven' had anyone ta confide in. 'Sides Kit. An' Kurt has been haven' problems o' his own lately, with Evan leavin' an' Amanda's parents hatin' him. Ah don' want ta add ta that.

Ah can't believe Ah almost called him yesterday. Picked up the phone an' dialed the first three numbers. Rogue shook her head to clear him from her thoughts.

"We're here," Jean announced and stopped the car. They stumbled out and into a large junkyard. There were enormous piles of crushed cars and old washing machines. Visibility was horrible. It was also very quiet. Too quiet.

"Stay close," Scott ordered. "Rogue, Kurt, keep a look out behind us, in case they plan to close us off." The five slowly moved deeper into the wreckage.

The sound of metal crunching triggered everyone into attack positions. But nothing happened. The crew looked around, and about thirty feet above their heads flew a crumpled Ponitac Sunfire. Just as it passed over them, a shot of fire was launched from approximately the same place the car did. The fire met the car, met the fuel line, and ignited.

The X-Men jumped and ducked for cover as car parts rained down on them. They heard an insane laughter coming from behind one of the junk piles.

"I told you dis would be fun!" someone shouted before another laugh joined the insanity.

Scott signaled the group to head around to the left of the pile.

"I think fun time is over," Scott announced courageously, as the X-Men came into view of the three Acolytes. The boys' laughter stopped; Piotr set down the Buick he was going to throw but did not let go.

"Aww, come on, one eye." Remy hopped off the overturned refrigerator he was sitting on and swaggered over to the X-Men's field leader. He took a drag from the cigarette in his mouth before continuing, "We're just lettin' off a little steam. No one was gettin' hurt."

"You are causing trouble and giving mutants a bad name," Scott told the Cajun and put his hand up to his visor. "Leave now."

"Now why you gotta be like dat?" Remy said as he smirked. "Dis junkyard is plenty big enough fo' de both o' us."

"He's obviously not gettin' any, unlike the little sheila on his right," John said, theorizing, knocking the ash off the end of his fag and embarrassed Kitty, all at the same time.

The brunette blushed. "If you don't shutup, I'll phase that dirty mouth of yours off your face!" She really hoped he'd shut up about it; she couldn't risk the others finding out about her friendship with Piotr. Jean glanced suspiciously over at the Valley Girl who was projecting some pretty confused emotions.

John continued to tease. "Oooo, you are riled up, aren't you? I hope you're ready for a rough ride, Petey." Both Kitty and Piotr blushed, but luckily, the uninformed X-Men didn't think anything sexual about his comment. "Hey Red," John addressed Jean. She stopped eyeing Kitty, and turned to the pyromaniac. "You could really help us out here by relieving some of the tight ass's pent up energy. I'm sure you've had experience. I mean, didn't you date the captain of the American football team? I'm sure you didn't tease him for this long . . ."

A red energy blast shot out from Scott's visor at the pyromaniac to defend Jean's honor. Although it was perfectly aimed, it never hit him. Piotr lifted up the low riding Buick to intercept the blast. The fight was on.

The three Acolytes were not playing by Scott's a aforementioned plan. Gambit extended his bo staff and launched himself feet first into Cyclops' chest. Pyro sent a flaming pitchfork after Jean, who had trouble losing it. Then he formed two swords of fire just above his hands and faced off against Nightcrawler.

Rogue and Shadowcat approached Colossus. Rogue looked from Shadowcat to Colossus and back again. She smiled. "Hey, take mah lead, Kit." Rogue picked up a rock off the ground and threw it at the metal-clad mutant.

"You want me to, like, hit him with a rock!" Shadowcat exclaimed. Rogue answered her question by turning around, grabbing her arm, and dragging her further into the junk yard.

Confused as to why Rogue would throw a rock at him, Piotr chased the girls. When he finally caught them, Rogue was sitting casually on a lopsided Lazyboy, and Kitty was standing as far away from the piles of junk as possible and scanning the ground.

"Took ya long enough, big boy," Rogue told him. She then made an uncomfortable face, reached down behind her back, and pulled out a large spring from the chair. She intentionally tossed it at her roommate's feet. "That's better."

"ROGUE!" Kitty hopped around nervously. "Why did you do that! I thought it was another mouse!" The girl shuttered at the thought of the furry rodent running around her feet.

Colossus finally made a sound. "There was a mouse?"

"Yes, it was big and furry and had a creepy tail." The paranoid Kitty scanned the ground again.

"That's 'cause it was a rat," Rogue pointed out.

"A RAT?" Kitty squealed.

Rogue laughed at her reaction. "But now ya're here ta protect Kitty from the big, scary rats," Rogue addressed Colossus, still in his steel form.

The Russian's brow furrowed. "I am confused. Why did you hit me with a rock?"

"So ya would chase us away from Scott, Jean, and Kurt, an' ya and Kitty could actually talk fo' a minute o' two in person," Rogue explained.

"Oh." There was silence between the three of them.

"Don' tell meh ya got all your words out over the phone? Ya've been talkin' fo' hours practically every night an' now ya see each other in person an' nothin'?"

"No," Kitty objected, but she was still too overly concerned about man-eating rodents.

"Then get talkin' an' don' make all mah effort fo' nothin'." She stood up from the broken chair. "Ah'm gonna go back an' leave ya two alone. Don' be gone too long, o' ya'll get caught." Rogue waved good bye and leisurely jogged back to the others.

When she returned, little had changed. Gambit was still beating up Cyclops; Jean was dodging long range attacks from exploding cards and fireballs; Pyro was still brandishing his fire swords at Nightcrawler. Rogue decided Cyclops could use her help the most and ran over to him.

"Tag meh in the ring, Cyc?" Rogue grabbed his hand to help him up, while Gambit tossed some cards at Jean.

"I think we had better double team him," Cyclops suggested. "Jean and Kurt are getting tired, and the sooner we get this over with the better. Colossus taken care of?"

"Uh, yeah. He's down. Kit's watchin' him."

Cyclops was about to ask another question when a card exploded behind his head, knocking a tire down on top of the leader.

He was stunned but not out for the count and rolled out from underneath the tire.

"Finally, someone fresh to fight," Gambit commented when he saw Rogue had joined the fray. "I was gettin' a little woozy from dat stench sweaty Slim was given off."

"Ah'll make ya woozy," Rogue threw a punch to his face, which he dodged without a problem.

"Not yet, chere." Gambit swept his foot underneath her, knocking her to the ground. Rogue somersaulted backward and got back on her feet in a defensive position. "Ma Tante Mattie always told me dat I gotta take care of my old toys before I get to play wit' my new ones." Gambit jumped over to where Scott had just managed to get to his feet, and knocked him out with the blunt end of his bo staff.

"Now, let's take dis to somewhere more private, non?" Gambit smirked. "I don' want ma chere to be scalded by a stray fireball."

"How thoughtful," she replied, then tried to kick him in the chest. "But Ah kinda like it here."

"Too bad." Remy spun around and positioned himself behind Rogue before pushing her to the ground. "Tag, you're it!" he exclaimed and ran off.

Rogue got up onto her hands and knees and spat dirt out of her mouth. "Oh, that swamp rat's gonna pay." She pushed herself off the ground and took off after him.

Kurt was exhausted from bamfing, and John had him pinned by a filing cabinet and some other miscellaneous junk. Kurt reached his hand behind him and searched for some sort of weapon. His hand enclosed around something. He smiled and flung it outward toward Pyro, expecting it to be some sort of piping.

"Ha ha," he exclaimed. Then Kurt noticed that he wasn't holding a pipe, but a plastic pink flamingo. He stared at the object. "What?"

John laughed hysterically and tossed a few more fire creatures Jean's way, since he had the time. While John was laughing, he had backed up a few paces, allowing Kurt to toss the flamingo aside and scan the junk pile for something else to use to extend his reach. He decided on a piece of vinyl siding and teleported it out from the pile.

"That's more like it." Kurt waved the piece of siding at the pyromaniac. John switched from two fire swords to one in his left hand.

The boys spared for a bit; each time Pyro melted a little more of the vinyl, until the fumes became a little too much for the guy.

"'I admit it, you are better than I am,'" John attempted to say in a Spanish accent (2).

"'Then vhy are you smiling?'" Kurt recited instinctively.

"'Because I know something you don't know.'"

"'And vhat is that?'"

"'I am not left-handed!'" Pyro laughed maniacally, switched his fire sword to his right hand, and extended it to make one last cut to Kurt's vinyl sword, right near his gloved hands. John ran up and put the fuzzy elf in a head lock.

"You're great! I can't believe you know all the words!" John said, as he gave Nightcrawler a noogie.

"Hey! Stop it!" Kurt flailed his arms, trying to hit John in the face. John laughed even harder at his attempts to escape, until Kurt's tail pulled out one of the gas lines on his flame thrower.

"Oh no, my baby!" John dropped Kurt and tried to plug the hose back in to prevent any more gas loss. Nightcrawler took the opportunity to kick the firebug into the pile of junk behind them. The pile shifted and settled.

"Hey! I called a time out!" John yelled and set the boy's tail on fire.

Kurt beat his tail against the ground in hopes of putting it out, but John would always restart it once he noticed, between tossing more fireballs at Jean. Kurt finally managed to get it out for a second while John was still preoccupied with Jean. The German launched himself from the ground and tackled the Aussie at the base of junk mountain. John got in one good right hook to Kurt's head, knocking the sense out of him. Nightcrawler stumbled backward and fell into the same junk mountain they had been disturbing.

The junk pile groaned behind Kurt and John. John looked up as large sheets of metal and appliances leaning over toward them.

"Oh, shit." He ducked and covered. After ten seconds of nothing, he looked up to see Jean Grey breaking a sweat while holding up the garbage.

"Get out! I can't hold it forever!" Jean screamed.

John grabbed the still stunned elf by the back his shirt and hauled him off to safety.

Jean let the appliances drop and passed out from exhaustion shortly after.

"You saved me?" Kurt wondered as he sat on the ground next to Pyro.

John reached in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette from his pack. "'I would as soon destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself.' You gotta be a pretty decent fellow to know The Princess Bride by heart. (3)" He lit his cigarette with a flame he moved from some nearby smoldering ashes. He turned to Kurt and smiled. "'However, since I can't have you following me either . . . '" John hit Kurt on the back of his head with the discarded pink flamingo and knocked the fuzzy elf out. "'Please understand I hold you in the highest respect.'" (4)

The pyromaniac stood up, took a drag, and surveyed the scene around him. Jean passed out from exhaustion, Kurt KOed, and Scott was just beginning to stir from where Gambit left him. "Fun times," he said to himself and went off to look for his teammates.

"Ya've gotten slow, Gambit," Rogue remarked as her fist made contact with his shoulder. It hadn't taken long for her to catch up with the Cajun.

"Non, I was just momentarily stunned by your beauty," he flirted and threw a couple of punches of his own.

"Stunned by beauty, mah ass," she said as she weaved in and out of his attacks.

"Exactly, ma chere." He winked at her.

She groaned at the comment she had walked straight into. "Ya know, if ya stop smokin' those cancer sticks, ya might be able ta last a little longer without bein' winded."

"You like a man wit a large lung capacity?" He picked up a piece of junk off the ground to block Rogue's punch to his chest. After she withdrew, he dropped the piece of junk down so he could see her better. "Good stamina?" Gambit joked again and quickly brought the piece of junk he was holding up to his face to block her next sucker punch.

"Would ya just shut up, an' let meh hit ya?" Rogue exclaimed as she rubbed her fist.

"Can' make it too easy for you," Remy replied, but threw the junk shield aside. They fought hand to hand in silence for a few seconds. Remy broke away to a safe distance and panted for a bit. She's right 'bout those cigs. But d'ey taste oh-so good. He stood up again and faced Rogue.

"'It feels more like we're dancin' d'an fightin','" Remy remarked as he dodged her punch and spun around to her back.

"'Ya think we'er dancin'?'" Rogue asked as she crouched down for a sweeping kick.

Remy easily jumped over her leg, grabbed her hand, and brought her face up to his. "'D'at's all we've ever done. (5)'"

Rogue replied with a knee to his groin. Remy groaned and knelt down. "Ya call that dancin'?" she asked.

"You play dirty, chere," Remy said once he regained his voice.

"What makes ya think I'm playin'?"

"You haven' even taken your gloves off," he pointed out and got up to resume their fight.

"Like Ah want ya runnin' through mah head," Rogue retorted.

He charged; Rogue tried to knock him back down with a kick to the stomach, but he caught her leg and threw her backwards. "How's dat any different from now? (6)" Remy got out his staff, extended it, then leaned on it.

Rogue blew a stray white hair from her face. She rolled backward and launched herself forward onto her feet. "Ya think Ah think 'bout ya?" She shuffled forward, then dodged a sweep Gambit made with his staff. She took her momentum and spun around into another kick, which the Cajun thief blocked.

"Oui. You might be d'inkin' 'bout decapitating me, but you're still d'inkin' 'bout me," Remy said as he used his staff to block her punches.

Rogue went into a backwalk over and successfully kicked the staff from his hands. She smirked. "Ah guess ya have a point, swamp rat."

Remy threw a few cards at her, which she dodged easily by some quick roundoffs. This put her closer to her opponent, which is what he wanted in the first place. Just as she finished her last round off, Gambit knocked her to the ground with a good kick. Before she could get up, he sat on chest and pinned her arms to the ground with his knees.

"Now look who's . . . " Remy started. He was interrupted by Rogue bending her legs upward, placing her boots on his shoulders, and flipping him backward to the ground.

"Ohhh," he groaned and tried to rub the back of his head. But Rogue was quick and got on all fours and pinned his arms with her hands and his legs with her shins.

"What were ya sayin' Cajun?" she asked, with the corner of her mouth upturned.

"Dis is more like it!" he smirked.

Rogue's smirk faded, and she rolled her eyes. "Ah shoulda broke your jaw first, so Ah didn' haveta listen ta ya yammer on," she chided herself.

"And ruin dis beautiful smile?" Remy gave her a grin for effect. "You wouldn' dare."

"Ya shouldn' underestimate meh, Cajun."

"So, now what?" Remy asked, after a few moments of silence.

Rogue around the junkyard. There wasn't anyone else in sight. What am ah suppose ta do now? Call the cops an' have him arrested fo' trashin' a junkyard? This was a stupid mission. But Ah did get a good workout. Now Ah wish ah hadn' skipped lunch.

The X-Woman looked back down at her captive. "Ah'm kinda hungry. Ya wanna grab a bite ta eat?"

His eyes widened in the randomness of the question, but he wasn't going to refuse. "Love to, chere."

(1) Famous quote from the original Star Trek said by Dr. McCoy (ha, I never realized that the Star Trek doctor had the same last name of Beast!) to Captain James T. Kirk played by William Shatner. I'm the daughter of two Trekies, what can I say?
(2) The Princess Bride appears again. This conversation held between Inigo Montoya and the Man in Black atop the Cliffs of Insanity.
(3) The Princess Bride again.
(4) And The Princess Bride for the last time this chapter.
(5) Last three spoken lines are from Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode "Fool for Love" and are said between Spike and Buffy.
(6) I'm pretty sure I've either read the last three lines of dialogue between the two early in the second X-Men comic series or heard them on TAS, but I can't find where exactly they came from.