Disclaimer: Dear Santa….I wish that Stan-Lee would gift us with the Xmen characters. Thank you. Sweety, CF and Rogue 238.

Authoress comments:

Sweety8587: Appreciate the fact that I have written this chapter on just 4 hours of sleep after watching a very prettiful Indian movie, which I am plotting to re-write as a Romy, and after giving an interview for admission! APPRECIATE damn it!

CF: Agh…sleep deprived…need coffee…need reviews…or else…

Rogue 238: I'm too tired to write anything here. . .

Chapter 2: ' Boo-Boo's, Fan girls and Villains. Oh My!'

It wasn't all too unusual to not find Forge in his room, not at all. In fact, it was quite normal given the way he operated. He ate, slept, and breathed in his lab where he was currently holed up. He was working on device that sorta looked like a bulb…with a door in it and without a filament. The only noises that were currently permeating the air were a constant stream of 'twhip twhip' which was broken only by a whirring noise.

Forge had been pondering the possibility of teleportation, even though the last attempt at further teleportation was a…quite a bit of a failure to put it lightly. But he was undeterred. He would find a way to teleport into other realities, one with no dinosaurs this time thank you very much, and find out how the world was there. There wasn't anything that would go wrong this time….he hoped and prayed.

He eyed the wires over his head, in the faint light of the torch beside him. Everything seemed in order this time around, he was pretty much confident of knowing where he had messed up last time. His arm changed with a quick whirring and he got to work on the circuit that was leading to the wires. He was too caught up to hear the knock on the door, or the footsteps or the voice that was calling his name. He did, on the other hand, feel the kick in his shins and sat up with a yelp and hit his head smack into the hard metal.

Bobby Drake and Jubilation 'Jubilee' Lee helped Forge out as he was rubbing his head, as Bobby spoke.

"You really should not get into your work like that man. Or else, you're gonna have a pretty big head. Due to all the bumps on it."

His grin didn't falter at Forge's rather withering glare as he managed to get out, "What are you here for?"

Jubilee piped up, "You said that you could fix my cd player remember? And that I could pick it up today." Forge stood up shakily.

"Yeah right. It's over there and I gotta tell you something about it." Bobby stood peering down at the console of the machine on which Forge was working on and asked,

"Forge. What's this thing do? Forge?" He turned around to find Forge explaining something to Jubilee, waving a list at her face while she looked a bit sheepish. He walked over to the back of the machine, at least it was the other side and stumbled. Grumbling he turned around and looked down, to find two wires out of place. Uh-oh. He grabbed the wires, looked at Forge who was still busy and looked down again at the wiring. A small tremor of panic went through him when he saw a multitude of connections. Oh shit… He glanced at the wires, and then at the wiring board. Noticing Forge coming back, he stuck both wires into random sockets and stood up, hoping that he looked innocent.

Jubilee was hugging her CD player.

"Thanks a lot Forge. This means a lot to me. I can't imagine was the store clerk would think if I went to him to get this fixed." Forge smiled slightly,

"I think I can guess. This would be…the fourth time this month I think that you've busted your player." Jubilee gave a slightly guilty laugh.

"I can't help it if my powers go off on their own at times." Bobby began to usher Jubilee out with a

"Thanks a lot Forge. We owe you one."

"Don't mention it really. I'd better get back to my work."

Many hours later

"Right….here we go."

He stood in the bulb, with a controller in his hands. He knew this was risky and after the whole Middleverse thing, he had sworn that he would never get himself into another situation like that but, in the interest of science, he was willing to take this chance. In any case, he had set the controls to bring him back within five minutes. He closed his eyes and pressed the button, saying a silent prayer as the machine began to rev up. He kept his eyes closed as a loud spitting noise came from the wires but opened them when things went quiet suddenly.

He eyed the four glowing orbs outside the glass bulb with confusion. They were hovering in a square shape in front of him, with a dark smoky orb in the middle. A colorful wave of vapor was floating around and among the orbs. As suddenly as they had appeared, the orbs suddenly merged, letting out a blinding white light that left Forge blinking in wonder.

"What…what just happened?"

On the outskirts of Bayville

Sweety groaned as she began to regain her consciousness. Her head felt like what a dance floor must feel like after a herd of elephants had been doing the salsa all night long. She sat up with a groan, holding her head between her hands.

"Oooh my head." She squinted with one eye as she heard an identical groan.

"Forget your head…I feel like I got run over by an eighteen wheeler a few dozen times."

That voice…It's MY voice!

She opened her eyes and gasped, too shocked to speak. Standing in front of her was a splitting image of herself, except her hair was shorter and had streaks of cherry red in them. And was wearing a tee-shirt with the phrase "I wanna have fun. Can I torture you?" on it. Sweety looked down at herself, she was wearing a plain white tee-shirt with a baby duck on it with the phrase "Proud to be a duck." Her eyes darted back to her doppelganger who took a look at her and her eyes went as wide as saucers.

"Ooooh…."

Both their heads swiveled as they heard the curse and noticed the other two figures that were lying on the ground beside them. Sweety did a double take when she noticed the chickens, squirrels and faeries that were fluttering, moving, chittering or clucking around them. She looked at her twin and said,

"Err…you…you aren't Sasha…are you?"

Her twin grinned, "'Bout time I got my own body!"

Sweety groaned and slapped her head, "Perhaps there's a reason why I never let you in charge you know."

But Sasha wasn't listening, as she seen the chickens and was picking three of them up with a "Edgar! Allen! Poe! Oh my God! Chuckles, is that you!

Sweety moved to the other two figures muttering, "I should have never let her name those chickens….here, let me help you up."

"ACK! NO TOUCHY!" One of the figures jumped up, holding her head. She slowly brought her arms down, blinking. "Oh, sorry 'bout that. I'm paranoid, ever since the 'Straitjacket Incident'." She looked around and let out a yell of excitement. "MY SQUIRRELS!"

Sweety surveyed the girl. Black hair…silver streaks… black t-shirt with flames and the message 'Squirrels shall dominate'.

"I take it you're Cat2fat900?" She asked the girl, who was currently petting an albino squirrel. The girl looked up.

"Um, yeah, duh, but you can just call me CF. Everyone else does. And you are?"

"Sweety. And this is—"

"Sasha! I'm her evil-alter-personality-thing."

"I like the shirts!" CF laughed, but then she squinted, looking closer at them. "Holy shiznik, we're 2D! Oh man, this rocks! But what happened?"

Just then, the other figure on the ground stirred. Rogue238 woke up mumbling. Three fairies and a squirrel were staring at her. She squinted at them and muttered, "What in the world just happened?" The squirrel squeaked at her. "Randall? The pet squirrel CF gave me? And my fairies? Emily, Anne, and Felicity? But your all two-dimentional. . ." She looked at herself, "Hey, I'm two-dimensional too!"

She looked into a puddle that happened to be right next to her. Her shoulder-length hair was a medium brown with blonde streaks in it. Her emerald eyes sparkled. She was wearing a pair of black capris with a tight white shirt. On the shirt was a picture of her original characters, Raven and Lightning, standing back to back with their arms crossed in front of them. She also was wearing brown sandals.

Suddenly she heard voices. Startled, she looked around and saw three other girls, several other squirrels, some of which were wearing flame throwers, and chickens. She shook her head and groaned. That's when two of the girls started walking towards her.

"Hi." Sweety said. "You've got to be Rogue238. Oh...I figured you to be...younger. Bout my age. Cause I sound that wacky...not that I'm saying you sound wacky! Not there is anything wrong with being wacky..I mean...darn...nice to meet you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you too, but oh, squirrels, dead chickens. . . Cat2Fat900 and Sweety?" The girls nodded. "Anyone know how we got here?"

"Not a clue." CF said. "But it might have somthing to do with that big greenish purply thing that came out of my computer."

"You both got one of those, huh?" Rogue238 asked. Meanwhile, Randall was happily reunited with CF's squirrels. Then he came and sat on Rogue238's shoulder.

"Yup," the both nodded. Sasha walked up just then as well.

"And please tell me this isn't your evil twin Sasha. . ." Rogue said, shaking her head.

"Yup, that's me!" Sasha grinned. "My…you are old. I thought you'd be younger. OUCH! What I say!" She rubbed her head where Sweety had slapped her. "Sheesh. Grouch."

Rogue238 groaned, "Where are we anyways?"

Sweety scratched her head, while absentmindedly stroking the head of Chuckles the chicken that was perched on her shoulder. "No idea really…"

"Bayville."

Sweety glared at Sasha, "And how do you know that?" Sasha merely pointed at the rather large sign that said, 'Welcome to Bayville!' Silence descended on the group as they looked at the sign, then at their 'pets' and then at each other.

A joy seemed to bloom on their faces as they slowly began to realize all the possibilities that lay before them. And when they realized it, they let out an ear-splitting squeal that was heard many miles away.

Meanwhile, a vaguely Sinister figure appeared just outside the gates of the Institute.

"Hey! What's with the Sinister being capitalized? I'm not Mr. Sinister! I'm a girl, damnit!"

Miss Sinister-

"I'm not Sinister! I'm a sinister figure, not THE Sinister!"

The sinister figure peered through the gate at the Institute. "Excellent," she said. "Now is the perfect time to carry out my evil plan."

Then she heard the ear-splitting squeal. "Fangirls," she muttered with disgust. "How did they get here?" The Sinister-

"Cut it out!"

The sinister figure glanced at the Institute one last time, then flipped her cloak and walked off to find out more about these so-called fangirls.

Wait, she gets a CLOAK?

Review Replies:

Ludi

Sweety:Why yes we are…have. Mary-Sues! The day I become a Mary-Sue is the day I pray the sky shall fall on my head! Asterix comics…why yes I have been re-reading them! Which way this fic is going? One-way trip to insanity my dear friend! ;) And of course our favorite couple shall be in here! No fears:) CF: Mary SUES? GAH! No way, dude! Yup, yet another Forge experiment gone amok. Rogue238: I have no idea what a Mary Sue is.

Dis Chick Digs Da Fuzzy Dude

Sweety: See me update! runs to update Darn idea bit me before I had to leave fer travel. I jes got home and have to leave in a few hours but see me writing out the new chapter. And heeeey! looks at CF and Rogue238 Who told HER the main plots for this fic! Though I do like War of the Pixie Stix…CF, would you care to do the honors of that? CF here: drama is fun. VEEERY fun. JOTT bashing is something we all thrive on, same as Evan-bashing. WAR OF PIXIE STIX! YES! And yay random insanity ;-). Rogue238:hmm, Romy, definately, JottandEvanbashing, naturally, War of the Pixie Stix, most impossible to leave out. Lance vs. Piotr, sounds fun. Remy vs. Rogue, but with a little, tiny, eensie, bit of help from us. Heh heh heh, don't let us loose.

CF: Review or face the wrath of the evil squirrel armies!

Rogue238: And trust me, you do not want to face the wrath of the evil squirrel armies!

Sweety: I know I wouldn't. Plus, Do you really wanna be pecked to death by an army of evil zombie chickens? I thought not….And believe you me, we'll do it. Oh yes…So review! If you value your life…or else….