I saw Wolverine twice!!! And now a message from GSF, who actually wrote this chappie. (PS, we'll be visiting Robin later, but I haven't finished the chappie yet :)

GSF: 'Ello peeps, this is the first thing I've posted for fan fiction.....ever. So if my writing sucks, i apologize. Ummm....enjoy this......It's a little odd and I tried to keep people in character, but oh well. XP PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS!

Disclaimer: Just know that the X-men don't belong to us. The jedi mind trick didn't work, so until it does, they still belong to Marvel.

Erin felt herself beginning to wake up. The groggy feeling she had was slowly dissipating, but the blinding light wasn't helping any. Erin blinked and tried to sit up, but realized she was strapped down to a medical table. She glanced at her arm, it had a small puncture wound that was exceedingly sore. Still recovering from the effects of the chloroform, Erin tried to piece out what had exactly happened.

Recollecting the past event of meeting the Dark Beast; a supposedly fictional character from a supposedly fictional world, Erin realized the severity of the situation. She was completely for genetic experimentation, just not on herself. Erin gave a little pout; McCoy was definitely not getting brownie points for this. In an attempt to escape, Erin tried to loosen one of the restraints. When that didn't work, she carefully wedged the shoe off her left foot, so that it dangled off her toes. She had a plan.

As if on cue; McCoy walked into Erin's view. Erin couldn't help but smirk. This plan was going to work wonderfully.

"Well, it's nice to see you've regained consciousness once again." The grey man said menacingly, sarcasm dripping off of every word.

"Yea, thanks for the chloroform" she retorted "I really felt that passing out just once was too cliché for me. You've defiantly have made my day."

"I'm totally enthused that I have been such an assistance." McCoy said, rolling his eyes. "But I'm going to cut to the chase. I want to know exactly who you are and what exactly..." He held up Erin's battered comic book "-this is." His eyes bore into hers, Erin found no remorse within them. Dark Beast seemed to loom over her, she suddenly felt very small.

Erin gulped but found the guts to respond. "And if I refuse?"

"Let me rephrase what I just said…" he growled "You WILL tell me who you are, and you WILL explain the meaning of this book." His voiced was raised, angered by her questioning of authority.

"Well I feel that it's only fitting you tell me what the hell you're doing first." The teen mused. "After all you did chase me through dark tunnels, dropped me in slime, stole my graphic novel, broke my phone, knocked me out, took my blood and strapped me to a medical table. I believe YOU are the one who needs to do the explaining." Erin leered at the mutant.

McCoy raised an eyebrow and retorted "You were walking through MY territory, you used my personal belongings as weapons to use against me, destroyed my expensive floor and refused to listen to me. If you weren't so busy freaking out, you would have saved yourself a lot of time, and you probably wouldn't be in this situation." He sneered, folding his arms. It was people like this girl that made him glad he had chosen a life of solitude. Despite his tone, McCoy pulled up a chair and sat down. He knew in order to get the answers he wanted; he was going to have answers of his own, a small price to pay in his mind.

"My dear, I was just running a few simple tests. You see your….." McCoy paused for a moment debating how he should word it "your dexterities are of curiosity to me, I was testing to see if you were X positive." He finished, trying to be completely honest.

Erin cringed, flexing her hands and feet. A mutation would explain her size 15 women's shoe. She was sensitive about her size, and she didn't enjoy having it being pointed out.

There was only one slight problem with McCoy's theory: there were no such things as mutants on her world; people only acquired super powers in movies or books. Though McCoy didn't know this so Erin didn't condemn him for his conclusion.

"So what were the results?" She asked in amusement.

"They're not complete yet, but my guesses are never far off target." McCoy smirked, scratching his chin in self admiration. He paused and then continued "Anyway, I've told you what you wanted to know; now it's your turn."

"Could you let me out first?" Erin asked dully.

"No."

"Well that's too bad I guess…..but could you at least loosen the strap across my feet? My ankles are being cut into and I'm losing circulation." Erin said almost in a whine. McCoy gritted his teeth; did this child have to complain about everything? She should be grateful to even be alive. Yet, for some reason McCoy wasn't even sure of, he went over to loosen them anyway.

Erin watched and gave a wicked smile, just as he started adjusting the strap. "Boot to the head!" Erin jeered, launching her dangling shoe at the Dark Beast's face. To Erin's fortune, it hit him right between the eyes. McCoy stumbled back, massaging his nose. That few seconds was just long enough for the girl to slip off her remaining shoe, work her feet out of the strap and start wiggling out of the remaining ones. Unfortunately for her; Erin was new at this whole escaping technique, so she didn't get very far before McCoy got to her.

"You're getting on my last nerve kid." He growled, slamming her against the wall, his hand on her throat, threatening to constrict. Erin was frozen in fear; she had her hands around the mutant's wrist, trying to get him to let go, but she knew her resistance was useless. Erin looked sorrowfully up at the ceiling; all she hoped for now was that her death would be quick. She looked back down to McCoy, his expression cold and unreadable.

Though Erin had to admit; this had to be one of the cooler ways to be killed.

Erin was completely taken by surprise when Dark Beast let go of her. She fell to the floor gasping. McCoy bent down and put his face only inches from the young woman's. "I'm going to give you one more chance to explain." He growled in deep anger. "Or the next thing to be hitting my floor will be your blood." Erin gulped as she felt one of McCoy's claws graze her neck.

This time, Erin didn't hold back, she spilled about everything and anything she knew; from the first comic book she ever read, to hanging out with her friend Robin and suddenly being swept away into this different world. When she finished, Erin let out a tired sigh.

"….You don't believe me do you? I wouldn't even believe me."

"Oh, I've heard very strange things, seen some too." McCoy chuckled "Though I will admit; your story is one of the weirder ones." He stood up and looked at Erin,"But yes, I do believe you." Erin got to her feet uncertainly, standing up straight she noticed that McCoy wasn't much taller than her, he was just massive, which would make any normal person feel small. It gave Erin the notion of being inferior, and if there is something she hates more than being inferior, she had yet to find it.

There was a long awkward pause; the thickening tension could have been cut with a knife. Being out of things to say, Erin just stood there looking at her feet, now shoeless, she acted as though they were the most fascinating things in the world. She began to wonder what would happen next; would he let her go? How would she be able to contact Robin now? (Erin remembering peoples numbers? Yea, right.)

While Erin pondered these questions, other events were going on at the mansion…. (cue scene change music)

Robin woke up, the cold Manhattan air blowing though the open window. She stood up, shivering in Gambit's large t-shirt, and walked over to shut it.

"'Ey, meil, who was it you were talking tah last night?" he asked as he climbed in through the window.

"Um, I didn't talk to anyone last night. And the door is not in fact overrated. Especially when it freezing outside and you didn't give a friend warm clothes to sleep in." Robin said, irked that she had been awakened.

"Yeah you did. Something about her goin' with her favorite sometin' or other," he said, not remembering either.

"Um, you're crazy. Where can I get food and clothes around here?" she said, ignoring the fact that her favorite comic book character was crazy.

"Downstairs, but you should call your friend back," he said.

"Erin, well ok. Right after I get clothes," she said, heading for the door.

"But she may be hurt," Gambit insisted.

"She's a big girl, nothing scares her. Well, nothing but Chuckie and Freddy Kruger. But I highly doubt they're after her," Robin replied as she walked out of the room.

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