Hi guys, last chapter! Oh so sorry! But, anyway, I'm working on another fic that'll probably be posted in a week or two. Thanks so much for reading and reviewing! And please, readers! This is my last chapter so please, please, please review!

Thanks to my consistent reviewers: PyroWhore, malicious fairy, and Blackrose197666!

The doors swung open, revealing the fire and ice mutant duo of Bobby and John. The couple was holding hands and laughing, completely unaware of the glares they were getting from various younger mutants who had been told that everyone had to be downstairs for them to get their gifts.

"Well, look who finally decided to show up," Scott said, his arms folded, "I should let these kids beat you guys up. That's all they've been talking about for the past half hour."

John shrugged, "Sorry, God, you didn't have to wait for us."

"We have to stick to some kind of schedule or things don't get done," Scott sighed.

John opened his mouth to protest but Logan spoke, "Kid, just shut up. God knows we don't need Summers' head to explode."

"It'd be extremely entertaining though."

"Cassie," Ororo warned.

"Sorry, Ms. Munroe," The young girl muttered, "Can we please open our presents now? Please?"

"I think everyone's here," Ororo said, looking around.

"Wait, where's Kurt?" Jean asked from the couch, looking around.

"Yeah, where'd Blue Boy go?" Logan asked. Suddenly, Kurt appeared next to Ororo with in a puff of blue smoke. A little girl shrieked, taken by surprise, and turned invisible.

"Where'd you go?" Ororo asked Kurt, putting her arm around his waist.

"Left somezing in my room," He said, his tail swishing back and forth.

"Now, are we all here?" Cassie whined almost desperately. Genius I.Q. aside, Cassie was still a little girl who just wanted her freakin' presents!

Jean laughed heartily, "Yes, Cassie. Alright you guys, kill each other for the gifts!"

The chaos began. The younger kids dove for the presents like they were cheeseburgers on a deserted island. Most of them ended up tearing the paper completely off the presents before realizing that it wasn't theirs and handing it sheepishly to it's rightful owner. Then right back into the hell pit they ran.

The presents for the older students were in a separate pile, away from the death trap of the younger students' pile. It was considerably smaller, as most of the older mutants didn't have a good relationship with their parents.

By the time the initial chaos had thinned, everyone had settled down and they were looking at their gifts.

John had received five lighters and a book of matches. He looked like a kid in a candy store, surrounded by all these wonderful sources of fire. He selected the candy cane striped lighter that was from Jubilee and read the card attached to it.

He read aloud, "'One more word about that revolving door, and you will need surgery to get this lighter out,' Of where? My ass right?"

"No," Jubes laughed, "Your skull. You'd survive if I shoved it up your ass!"

John shrugged with laughter in his eyes. Bobby put his arm around his boyfriend and pulled him close.

Marie had been silent most of the time. This was her first Christmas without Bobby as her boyfriend. It felt strange, considering how much she hated John, to see him in her place.

She noticed an un-opened gift left by the tree. She took it and saw on the tag:

To: Marie

From: John

She pulled apart the paper and saw a clothing box with the name of her favorite store, Style, on the top.

"John?" Marie asked the fire mutant with disbelief in her voice.

John turned to her, "What is it?"

"Did you really get me something?"

The whole room went quiet. Nobody would have believed that John had actually done something nice, and for Marie no less. They waited for his response.

He shrugged, "Yeah, open it up."

"Wow," she said, "I don't understand why."

"Look at the shirt, you'll see why," Bobby muttered under his breath.

"I always thought you didn't like me…"

"And you're right."

"But, I guess you've decided it's time to move on and bury the hatchet…"

"Uhh… not quite."

"And I think that's very mature of you, John, mature and admirable…"

"Ha, this is gonna be a laugh. Mature my ass."

Marie finally stopped talking and took the top off of the box. She removed the white tissue paper and held up the tight black tank top. Her smiling face soon fell into a heated glare.

"You never miss an opportunity to be an asshole, do you?" She growled in anger.

"No, I don't, they're my favorite opportunities of all," John said, smirking.

Kitty jumped up and snatched the shirt from Marie's hands.

"Wow, you really are a jerk, John," She said, holding the shirt forward. In shiny metallic letters it read: Can't Touch 'Dis.

"Bobby!" Marie yelled, "Did you know about this?!"

"Yeah, I did, actually," Bobby chuckled.

"And you didn't stop him?"

"What was I supposed to do? 'Hey John, don't give that to Marie, it's not nice'? Yeah, that's gonna work," he said sarcastically.

"Well, you could have said something!" Marie yelled in anger.

"Yeah!" Kitty said, "He's your boyfriend, you must have some control over him!"

"Actually, he has absolutely none," John said, laughing.

"I do so!"

"No, you don't."

Bobby pouted.

"John, I can't believe you would do that though," Marie said, "God, that was a low blow!"

"Hey! You're just pissed because I'm dating your ex-boyfriend! Note that very important little word: EX!"

"You guys, cool it!" Jean said, "And Marie, you really need to calm down."

"Yeah, Marie," John said, "You're so uptight…"

"John, don't you dare get into that again," Bobby groaned.

"John, if you say anything about me, I will kill you!"

"I was just gonna say-"

"Oh my god, John just shut up!"

But since when has it ever been in John Allerdyce's nature to shut up?

The Boys, they were chased,

From morning 'till night,

By the girls, they were tackled,

There were kicks, punches, and bites,

Well, when the girls' tempers had calmed,

And the boys' injuries were healed,

All the mansion's mutants,

Settled down for the meal,

Ororo and Kurt had cooked it,

Logan had helped a bit,

But when his help wasn't mentioned,

The Wolverine pitched a fit,

The evening dwindled down,

The young ones slumped off to bed,

But the older ones wouldn't go,

No matter what Scott had said,

By the time the clock had struck two,

Jean shooed the teens off with no fight,

The adults followed in moments,

Turning off all the lights,

And now I say to my readers,

Who I hope are full of delight,

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!