IMPORTANT NOTE: Okay, so this has LITERALLY been sitting on my hard drive for a full 365 days. I'd been trying a new writing system where I didn't post the first chapter until I had at least three-fourths of the next one done but as I was writing 'Friday', I got involved in the Total Drama fandom and the awesome collaboration story I'm writing with Contemperina over on her page. And so Chapter 4 was put on the backburner. Waaaay back. Add to the fact that I started working on an original X-Men related comic script that is somewhat similar to 'Friday', and I just never got back around to it.

The only reason you're reading it now is thanks to the dedicated Ms. Rose Gilmore who kindly dropped me a reminder to work on this story every few months and the equally awesome koolkame who was kind enough to proof read this for me way back in the early months of last year (and dislikes my comma frequency xD). Thank the two of them for this update :D

As for when you can expect Chapter 4, I honestly don't have it on my schedule for any time soon since I have so many Total Drama stories in the works and X-Men is presently one of my 'inactive fandoms'. But rest assured, I will eventually get back around to this story and you will see its conclusion in chapter 4. Once you do, you will understand why it has taken 365+ days to finish tying up all 15 running plot lines and topping it with a cherry :D

And so, finally, the long awaited part 3 of 'Just Friday'! Rose and Kams, this is for you. Merry Christmas!

Part the Third: Afternoon Apocalypse

When the two girls rounded the corner to the living room, Betsy wasn't sure just what she was expecting (after Forge's cockroach thing, anything went). But the sight she came across still threw her for a loop.

Jean, Emma, Sage and X-23 were in numerous strategically beneficial positions, clawing, blasting, and punching what appeared to be a giant floating pink robot who was attempting to blast them with lasers from its palms. Half the living room was destroyed or burnt and one of the outside walls finished crumbling as they arrived.

Quick thinking, middle-of-the-action strategizing was not yet as second nature to Betsy as it was to Scott and several of the other X-Men. As Betsy tried to process the information, Lorna stared at the scene in utter disbelief.

"Um, I'm not going crazy, right? It's…pink"

At Lorna's comment, the robot turned its attention towards her and Betsy. It outstretched its palm.

Crap.

Betsy shoved Lorna out of the way and formed the strongest shield she could muster. The beam reflected off of it and hit the chandelier above the melee. It gave an ominous creak before snapping and coming down on all of them.

Jean grabbed the falling chandelier before it hit any of them and hurled it like a softball at the intruding robot, her face a mask of pure determination. Betsy let down her shield and cringed as the thing hit the robot. She was going to take a shot in the dark and guess that Jean still had some steam to blow off.

"Surrender, mutants," the robot intoned, quickly recovering from the hit. "We know you are hiding it"

"This place has more secrets than you have shades of pink," Sage informed the robot, dodging another of its lasers. "You're going to have to be way more specific than that"

Trying to concentrate on the matter at hand was becoming exceedingly difficult for Betsy when her head felt like a balloon from congestion and the dust that the falling chandelier kicked up was just enough to make her sneeze amidst the chaos.

—are there always giant robots trying to kill—totally useless with this leg—who are these—make it before it all goes to hell—weaker points are joints, eyes, neck, power outputs—never going to make it to retirement—I knew that enabler was no good—

Betsy looked up just as Pinky was powering up another blast aimed at Lorna, the surfer girl was staring at it with a look very much like a deer caught in headlights.

Before Betsy could shout out a warning an optic blast fired out from behind the robot, almost decapitating it.

"Wow," Emma praised as the robot faltered and lost some altitude. "Nice shot, Scott"

"Shot of what?" a voice asked from behind them.

The four women turned to see a wheelchair bound Scott, a bandaged Alex, Hank, Logan, and the Professor emerging from one of the backup lifts. Scott looked at them all confused, "I just got here"

Betsy turned back to the robot whose injury was healing even as she spoke. "Then who…?"

Another force beam interrupted her question but missed the Sentinel entirely and was followed by a girl's voice shouting, "Dammit, Cable! I've told you to calculate a foot to your left when you aim, you idiot!"

To everyone's surprise a teenage girl with short, spiky red hair wearing jeans and an army print tank top swooped in carrying a blonde haired boy around the same age by under in his arms, one of which looked mechanical. She dropped him just as she crossed the threshold through the large crater in the wall.

A stunned Betsy watched as he expertly rolled and recovered only to shout up at the girl, "Okay, you might have thought you told me that, Marvel Girl, but I've never heard you say that ever!"

The newcomers now had the robot's full attention and, honestly, Betsy wasn't complaining as it gave her time to sneak over to Lorna. "You okay?" she murmured and Lorna shook her head frantically. The Brit glanced back at her teammates who were all watching the situation unfolding with expressions of uncertainty or confusion.

"You mutants shall not prevail. Surrender," the robot commanded as it turned to aim a glowing palm at the new arrivals.

"It's common sense!" the girl countered as she rolled her eyes and made an idle sweeping gesture towards the pink robot which cut a deep gash across its torso area. She returned her attention to the boy on the ground, saying in an exasperated tone, "I shouldn't have to tell you that! If you aim with only one eye, you compromise your stereovision and—"

Looking annoyed, the boy then closed his right eye and shot another optic blast from his left. To everyone's surprise, including his own, it hit the robot dead on and neatly decapitated it. Lorna finally came to her senses and she and Betsy scrambled out of the way of the robotic head as it landed with a thunk in the few feet between them.

"Oh, hey, that actually worked…" the boy commented, looking pleasantly surprised. Then he narrowed his eyes and glared up at his partner, "Why are you always freaking right?"

She shrugged with a smirk. "Them's the breaks, bro. Here we go—"

With a look of concentration and glowing yellow eyes, the redhead made a motion as if to part the Red Sea and ripped a glowing power center from the sentinel's inside and pulverized it into a million little pieces which shot out all over the place. Tessa ducked behind a diamond Emma and Betsy tried for a smaller, weaker shield to cover herself and Lorna while the others threw their hands up to cover their faces from the shrapnel.

"And there he goes," the boy finished happily, brushing off his hands as the sentinel's now empty shell dropped to the ground, lifeless.

Betsy stared at the two of them as she put down her shield. More than half the living room had been demolished by a pink robot that their fighting forces had barely managed to hold off and two complete strangers had just taken it apart in under thirty seconds. She wasn't completely convinced her illness hadn't started causing her to hallucinate. "Um…"

The girl levitated herself down to the ground, none the worse for wear, as the boy easily leapt over the useless sentinel shell and bowed low to the gathered X-Men. "Thank you, thank you. No need for applause!"

Betsy helped Lorna up without taking her eyes off the strangers and went over to stand with the other gathered X-Men who hadn't completely let down their guard. She gave the decapitated sentinel head a wide berth.

"Do we…know you?" Scott asked hesitantly, looking the two strangers up and down.

"Nope! Absolutely not," the boy stated confidently as his partner jogged over. "In fact, you've never seen us before in your entire lives!"

"I'm Marvel Girl," she said by way of introduction, making a small courtesy. Indicating to the boy, she added, "and this is my younger brother, Cable"

Through his gritted smile, he muttered in a singsong voice, "Eight minutes does not make me younger…"

"Excuse him," Marvel Girl stated, discreetly stepping on Cable's foot. "He was dropped as a child"

Betsy felt she didn't need her telepathy to tell the two were siblings. She and her twin brother Brian behaved nearly the same way. But suspicion was still luring so she tentatively loosened some of her mental shields which, in her state of health, was an action similar to releasing a breath after holding it for a couple of hours.

—do they think they are, showing—contained major damage to the living room at—…—look so freaking familiar?—miscalculated. Will have to remember for next—…—pretty cute looking—

Betsy stared at the strangers in disbelief as the X-Men began grilling them with questions. Either they weren't thinking at all or they had some of the best mental shields she'd ever seen.

"If you wouldn't mind my asking," Professor Xavier started, wheeling himself to the front of the still attack-ready X-Men, "where did the two of you come from?"

"Yeah, and what exactly are you doing here?" Tessa added with a glare, arms crossed over her chest.

Marvel Girl didn't seemed irked by the question at all and pointed to the sentinel over her shoulder, "We followed McPinky here to destroy him"

"And we're from Muskoka," Cable answered, grinning.

Everyone turned to stare at Cable including his sister.

"In…Canada?" Laura asked, suspiciously.

"…yes?"

Wolverine crossed his arms over his chest, a gesture that when done by Logan, looked far more intimidating than it did when done by 5'6" Tessa. "Never seen or heard of you and I was in the area a few weeks ago. I'm pretty sure you two would be hard to miss"

The twin's confidence faltered visibly and they glanced at each other. Betsy looked over to see a frustrated Jean and Emma focusing their complete concentration on the pair, probably trying to get through the same mental shields she'd come up against. Lorna was standing close to her left but wasn't taking her eyes off the decapitated sentinel head that nearly squashed her and was now staring at them with blank, lifeless eyes. She hadn't noticed Forge stumble onto the scene to stand near Tessa but had taken note that Laura was standing in front of Alex like a protector. Or a warden.

"Well we're young fledgling superheroes," Cable said after a moment by way of explanation. "We've come to seek acceptance at Xavier's"

Now even Betsy found herself scowling. It took neither a telepath nor a genius to read BS as obvious as that.

Alex Summers rolled his eyes and gesturing to the 'fledgling superheroes' with his good hand, said, "Oh c'mon! You guys don't even believe that!"

A tense moment passed with the X-Men staring down the super-twins. Finally, Marvel Girl groaned.

"Okay, fine!" she huffed, throwing her hands up and dropping her charade. "We're mutant teenage runaways from the future who went on a time-traveling joy ride and got stuck here by accident"

She jerked a finger towards herself, her brother and the robot shell on the floor behind them and grudgingly reintroduced them. "I'm Rachel, he's Nathan. Pinky here is Nimrod, we're not totally sure how he hitched a ride. Happy?"

Her brother turned to her in utter disbelief. "Ray!"

Rachel spun to face her brother, still visibly upset. "Okay, I can forgive 'fledgling superheroes' and the 'seeking acceptance' crap but Muskoka, Nate? Really? That's the best you could come up with?"

"How was I supposed to know they'd know where that was?"

"Um, maybe because Wolverine is Canadian?"

"It didn't sound Canadian!"

"What does 'Canadian' fraking sound like, Nathan?"

Intrigued, Betsy interrupted their private war with a not-so-fake cough. She had a question to ask she could bet everyone in the room wanted answered. "So if you're from the future, how exactly did you get here?"

Sighing in clear defeat, Rachel turned back to the X-Men and explained, "Nate's arm has time travelling capabilities"

Her reply was met by more disbelieving glares. "We're not complete idiots," Jean snapped, cranky and most likely still sleep deprived.

"No! Seriously!" Nathan insisted, holding up his mechanical arm for their inspection. To Betsy it looked like a sleeker, smoother, and more complete version of Forge's mechanical arm though it had metal bands like Colossus when he turned to steel. It ran all the way up to what she could see of his shoulder under a blue and red T-Shirt with a logo for "The Butt Monkey's"

"My boyfriend helped build it," Rachel informed them when she saw them appraising it.

"And her boyfriend helped break it," Nathan added, smirking.

He seemed to have predicted his sister's reaction because she spun back to him instantly, upset again, and spat, "Frankie did no such thing!"

"This," he shot back, pulling out something that looked like a complicated, tricked-out toaster to Betsy from a compartment in his arm and shoving it in Rachel's face, "has 'Frankie' written all over it!"

"The enabler!" Sage and Forge shouted at the same time, running forward to grab the contraption from Nathan who looked thoroughly surprised when Forge took it from his grip only to have Sage yank it back away from him with a deadly glare. Betsy hadn't even been aware of the humming noise produced by the contraption until Sage jammed her finger into a button and the humming stopped.

Nathan looked between a triumphant Rachel and the box that had just been taken from him. "Okay then," he admitted sheepishly, rocking back on his heels, "Neeeeever mind…"

The Professor took point again though Betsy noted that he was the only one who still didn't look skeptical. "Well, we appreciate your…honesty," he said after a moment of searching for the right word.

"Indeed," Hank chimed, fixing the glasses on his face which carried the expression of excited curiosity. "Would you two care for something to drink as we discuss the whole…'from the future' part of your story?"

"I'll take a water, thank you," Rachel said politely as Xavier led the way into the kitchen and the gathered X-Men followed behind; Betsy had to give the still shell-shocked Lorna a small nudge before her feet started moving.

"Docta Peppaaa!" Nathan cheered. It took a moment before he noticed the stares he was getting.

"…what?"

Betsy smiled and then sighed which tickled her raw throat and started her coughing again. She found it both a comfort and annoyance that in whatever situation and in whenever future, boys were and would always be boys.

The first indication that something truly unusual was happening was when Roberto jogged into the kitchen through the outside door covered in sweat, interrupting the unfolding conversation between Rachel, Nathan, Scott, Jean, and the adults to grab a water bottle from the fridge.

Betsy glanced out from the cabinet she was searching for Benadryl. "Roberto?"

"One and only," he replied as he wrapped a kitchen towel around his neck and took a chug from his water bottle. Glancing at the wheelchair bound Scott and the cast that ran all the way from his ankle to his hip, he smirked and added, "Nice wheels, Professor S"

Scott scowled and replied, "Nice brace, Captain Uncreative"

"Brace? I'm not wearing a—YOW!" Roberto shouted as he barely dodged an optic blast. "Man! You almost took off my arm!"

"I know," Scott replied, his voice completely monotonous as he fixed his glasses back on his face, "Shame"

Betsy heard Emma snicker from her spot next to a silent Lorna on the window seat. Alex had attempted to sit on her other side to 'rest his arm on the armrest' but had been forcefully dragged out of the kitchen by Laura before he even touched the cushion to 'change the bandage on his hand'.

Amara and Jubilee sprinted in from the door leading into what was left of the living room, both looking as panicked as they were excited. "Oh my God, guys! Did you see the living room?" Jubilee asked looking around the kitchen wildly to see who she was delivering her message to.

Amara turned to the meeting of teachers and senior students. "Jean! What happened?"

"A giant pink robot attacked," Jean replied off hand, "and it dropped off the wonder twins here." She indicating to Rachel and Nathan who were nursing an eight ounce bottle of water and a two liter bottle of Doctor Pepper respectively.

To Betsy's surprise, Amara crossed her arms and huffed indignantly. "I might be a princess, but I'm not gullible," she informed them before turning to Sage who stood beside Forge and was tinkering with the enabler using the back of a bottle opener. "Tessa, what happened?"

"What she said," Tessa replied without looking up.

Then Tabitha stormed in through the same outer door Roberto had come in, grabbing a bag of flour under each of her arms. To Jubilee and Magma, she called, "What are you guys standing there for? C'mon! We've got work to do!" and, taking no mind of anyone else in the kitchen, she headed right back outside, whooping and shouting for Remy.

"What are you all doing here?" Betsy finally asked aloud, getting down from her stepladder as Rogue side-stepped Tabitha, Jubilee, and Amara, and calmly walked in calmly, dropping her black messenger bag by the door. "What happened to school?"

"The school went into lockdown today so they let us out earlier," Rogue replied as she crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator.

"Why?" Forge asked, speaking up since Sage was hell-bent on ignoring him.

"Well, eyewitnesses are claiming a 'giant pink robot' thing was terrorizing downtown," Roberto told them, rolling his eyes disbelievingly as he opened the other door to head into the living room, "and they claim it was headed towards the—Dios mío! Is that it?"

"Whoah! They weren't kidding!" Rogue seconded, peering out over Roberto's shoulder. "How intimidating is a pink robot?"

"I hear you, man," Nathan grumbled over his soda bottle. "You guys get to fight Magneto and Apocalypse and we get to fight Tim Gunn's design of an Iron Man suit"

Rachel elbowed him hard in the ribs and soda came out his nose.

"Hey Professor!" Rahne called from the outside door as she dragged a shy young Native American girl by the wrist. "You remember Dani, right? She's gonna be helping me with something today so don't think she's a mirage thingie if you see her around, okay? Thanks! Bye!" Before the Professor could reply, Rahne pulled the Dani girl past the kitchen opening and into the backyard with her. In the same direction Tabitha, Jubilee and Magma went. Betsy was growing concerned.

"Hey, guys?" Jamie asked as he peeked into the kitchen from the living room door as Roberto squeezed, "Did you know there was a giant pink robot in our living room?"

There were mutters and mumbles of 'yes' and 'no kidding, Maddrox'

"Just making sure," he insisted. He then pulled out a notepad and asked as casually as he could, "By the way, does anyone know anything that rhymes with ignition?"

"Ambition," Emma supplied.

"Recognition," Forge mumbled.

"Division," Jean spat, not looking at Jamie.

"Imposition," Rachel said, still thumping her coughing brother on the back.

"Vision," Xavier offered.

"Wow! Those are great! Thanks!"

"Um, why do you want to know?" Scott asked as he wheeled himself around and Jamie scribbled the words down.

"Oh. No reason. Honest curiosity," Jamie replied, sauntering out the door with a cheesy fake grin on his face.

Tessa finally decided to give up on her tinkering with the enabler and sighed, dropping the bottle opener in the sink and grabbing Forge by the upper arm. "Come on, genius, we have to neutralize this thing and figure out what that other box thing of yours does"

As Tessa lightly pulled him to the door Betsy heard him ask, "Have I told you lately how beautiful your eyeslook when you tell me how much you love me?"

The computer-brain mutant glared back at him even as she was trying to hide a smile. "Nice try, Casanova. You're not getting off that easy…"

No sooner had Tessa and Forge stepped out that Sam Guthrie calmly trotted in and casually took an open seat, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl in the center of the table. He paid neither the future mutants nor the pink robot any attention.

Rogue stopped already halfway out the backyard door to find Remy. "Uh, aren't you going to go off and work on whatever the hell all you New Mutants are working on?"

"Nope," he said simply, grinning like a Cheshire cat with a mouth full of apple. "I finished mine in school"

"Okay," Betsy said at last, leaning on the counter, "What on earth are you guys doing? Because you're killing me here with—" She was interrupted by Kurt's signature 'bamf!' as he and Kitty teleported into the room. Lorna screamed briefly and simultaneously jumped in surprise. All eyes turned to stare at her, even Kitty and Kurt who gave her weird looks.

"A little high strung, are we?" Logan asked the newest mutant with a smirk. Lorna had clamped her hands over her mouth and was blushing furiously at her own outburst.

"Please don't scream like that in public," Emma added as Kurt and Kitty sidestepped over to Betsy's position against the counter while the attention was still on Lorna.

"So?" Kurt asked in a whisper, "Are they talking to each other now?"

"Um…" she hadn't really been checking up on Scott and Jean between Lorna's tour and saving her hide against the sentinel attack. Betsy glanced over to where Scott, Jean, Logan, Hank, and the Professor were discussing things with their time-traveling guests.

"If it wasn't your boyfriend's kooky inventing," Nathan was saying as he inspected his mechanical arm, "then it was probably myex-girlfriend's ridiculously accurate sharpshooting messing up the mechanisms in my arm"

Rachel put down her water bottle and turned to her brother, curious. "When did you break up with Neena?"

He rolled his eyes. "Um, when I woke up this morning in a sewer, with you, and him," he pointed in the general direction of Nimrod, "stuck twenty five years in the past!"

Hank, ever the scientist, got up to push the door open and inspect the robot shell. "We should probably get rid of its remains," he advised, fixing his glasses to squint, "just in case it blows up or rebuilds or…something"

Jean got to her feet determinedly. "I'm on it, Dr. McCoy"

Betsy watched her brush past Logan and the Professor easily but when she could have just as easily passed Scott, she saw that Jean telekinetically bumped his wheelchair so that his cast collided forcefully with the table's leg. The pain that shot through Scott's entire body was so strong that Betsy's telepathy picked up on some of it without even trying. Kurt and Kitty, who weren't even telepathic, winced.

For his part Scott clutched at his wounded leg and grit his teeth as Jean passed to the living room. After she was gone he finally hissed a heavy, "OW"

"…All right then, Kurt," Kitty declared, turning back to her partner in crime. "Plan B it is!"

"So wait, what does that mean to—" Betsy began asking just as the two grinned at each other, grabbed hands, and teleported back out. Taking the full blunt of the brimstone smoke, Betsy couldn't help but sneeze. Twice.

—can start on the east wing and then move to—know his New York extension is here some— up the glass, so a drew a new face and I—correctly, record for fastest land mammal was the cheetah—ACHOO!—…—wish those two would just kiss and make up already—really is a little tacky but it reminds me of—…—has to be what going insane feels like—

The last thought was clearly Lorna's who was leaning against the window frame looking miserable, her eyes closed as Emma spoke to her from her other side. Betsy waved off the 'bless you's of the other X-Men and headed over. Lorna had clearly stated aloud something along the lines of what she was thinking and Emma had responded by regaling her with what was shaping up to be a lengthy tale.

"Hey, you alright?" she asked gingerly as she drew up a chair to sit in front of Lorna.

"Ms. Dane is just a little shell-shocked is all," Emma informed Betsy calmly, patting Lorna on the shoulder. She continued to Betsy, "I was just telling her about my first experience with this sort of thing back at the Massachusetts Academy. We had these sorts of afternoon apocalypses on our slower days"

Betsy tilted her head in curiosity. "Massachusetts Academy?" She'd never heard mention of such a place before.

Emma rolled her eyes at Betsy just as Lorna groaned tiredly and opened hers. "Xavier doesn't hold the monopoly on teaching mutants, Elizabeth." She said it as if it were obvious.

It was news to Betsy. And it slightly annoyed her that she hadn't thought of it before. "Wait, so I didn't have to move to an entirely different continent to get help with my powers?" she asked.

"Well that depends entirely on your standards of quality," Emma replied, "and scenery, of course," she added, turning her body and leaning back across the seat. She dropped her head back and tucked her feet behind Lorna to catch some sun. A ray caught the red gemstone on her necklace and threw glare into Betsy's eyes.

Bobby Drake passes by the outside of the window then and noticed Betsy, Emma and Lorna sitting in the window seat. Betsy nudged Lorna to turn around as Bobby smiled and waved at them. A smile briefly came to Lorna face as she waved back shyly but it didn't last long. Amara came swiftly and intercepted her boyfriend, yelling something at him and pulling him out of view of the girls with a ticked off expression as he argued back.

Lorna's hand fell limply to her side and she sighed heavily. Turning back to Betsy, she asked with a hopeful half-smile, "Geez, am I the only bachelorette in this whole place?"

Emma sighed and, without raising her head, lifted one of her hands resolutely and peeked an eye open give Betsy a meaningful look. It took Betsy a few seconds to realize what was being implied before it clicked and she raised her hand as well. Though she tried her hardest not to think about it too much, Betsy was indeed one of the few (if not three) X-Men bachelorettes. No one had really caught her attention all that much since she'd been in the States even though it had only been a week.

Sure Scott and Remy and Lance were cute (and super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot if you looked at them the right way) but they just seemed to fit so well with Jean and Rogue and Kitty that there wasn't really any thought behind pursuing any of them. And being holed up in the mansion didn't really offer much opportunity for meeting any non-mutant males. She sighed and wished she hadn't thought about it.

"Well that makes me feel a little better," Lorna conceded, sitting up a little taller and crossing her legs.

"That makes one of us," Emma sighed as she pushed off the seat and went to go join the adult conversation with the new arrivals. Betsy was watching her cross the room when Kitty phased through the wall just beside the door, pulling a grumbling Lance behind her. He finished giving Kitty an irate look as he plopped down in Jean's now vacant seat beside Scott just before Emma could. Kitty wordlessly gave him a kiss on the cheek as Emma scowled and made an 'I'm watching you' motion towards Kitty, which the younger mutant reciprocated. Briefly smirking in triumph, she skipped over to Betsy and Lorna as Emma turned to head out of the kitchen.

"Well!" Kitty announced cheerfully as she came upon the two of them, "I believe we have a tour to finish, am I right?"

Lorna scratched her head, looking less enthusiastic than she had that morning. "Well, um…"

But Kitty's mood was not to be dampened. "Oh, come on!" she insisted eagerly, grabbing Lorna's hand and lightly pulling her to her feet. "I'm sure Betsy hasn't shown you our super cool Cerebro supercomputer, or the even cooler Blackbird Jet hanger, or the wicked awesome Danger Room in action, has she?"

Lorna shrugged and glanced over at Betsy from under Kitty's reassuring arm and Betsy realized Lorna was asking for her permission. Feeling oddly maternal, the other mutant rose to her feet as well, ready to insist. "Kitty, you really don't have to—"

"Don't worry, Bets," Kitty assured her with a wink, "I got this. You took care of the JOTT issue, I'll cover the tour"

"'Jott'?" Betsy wondered aloud as Kitty led Lorna away, asking, "So, you a Jonas Brothers fan?"

If Betsy were in any other state of health, she might have argued that the job was given to her and as an X-Man (X-Woman?) she was going to stay faithful to the Professor's orders. But, as the song went, she was so sick and tired of being sick and tired that she didn't even put up a fight and headed for the door.

She glanced once more around the kitchen at the time-displaced superheroes and the pink robot shell in the living room Jean was violently atomizing before admitting defeat and deciding that at the very least if the mansion exploded while she took a nap, she wouldn't be around to tell them all she told them so.

End Part Three

Oh, Betsy. If you only knew what your evening had in store for you… ^._.^

A/N: 'Super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot' is a quote referencing to 'A Very Potter Musical' which everyone on Earth should watch. Betsy being a Harry Potter fan is of my own invention as I figured it would be a fun twist to her teen character like making Lorna a surfer or making Sage and Forge an item. Rose Gilmore pointed out that I may hold the honor of having inventing that couple, btw. As such, I shall call it…SARGE! Koolkame approves :D

NEXT TIME:
"He sounded like whatever he was up against was twice as worse as Apocalypse. I asked if it was another threat to the human race they needed me for and—"

"We seem to have a magnetic attraction to those," Betsy interrupted, musing that a pissed off Jean Grey could very well fall into the category of 'a threat to the human race'.

And you get a double sample for being patient:

"What did the gem do to you?"

"Nothing, my dear," Emma replied suavely. "My mutant power is perfect and flawless and therefore, in need of no improvement"