To Be An X-Man

I have to keep the Jones, in Sydney's name. Apparently, it might have been Morph's last name for the 80's show. I've seen it and saw it again in the TAS X-Men voice actors, saying Morph was Sydney Jones, but I made up his actual last name. I will need the Jones in his name for a story arc and for the continuation, of a second story, after this plot and story is finished, since this seems so popular. So since in the X-Men TAS since Morph's real name was never mentioned, especially a last name, I'll go with it. Sydney is supposed to be the 80's X-Men TAS character just Evolution teenified, not the AOA Morph. After all, TAS and AOA Morph are two very different shape-shifters, and two very separate characters. Despite what anyone might say and think about that, there is proof in both the comics and cartoon to prove that. So don't say his name is actually Kevin Sydney, or Sydney Kevin, but I did use Kevin, as his middle name. Also, don't say his true form is a white nearly faceless marshmallow, the 80's TAS Morph does look normal, and so does this one. So I'm taking liberally that since Morph from the cartoon doesn't have a properly established name, let alone a last one like the other X-Men I'll make one up. If it's wrong, or doesn't sound Italian enough, please let me know. Otherwise, enjoy.

As the Danger Room was finally deactivating no doubt Kitty was stunned watching her friend in action, and listening to their conversation. Logan had just wanted to know, one thing. Exactly, how he got in here. "Kid, are you're crazy, you could have gotten yourself badly hurt in here, or worse. How exactly did you get in here, I want to know, was it by yourself or did Scott…"

"Me, oh never, not with a big strong burly man like you coming to my rescue," Sydney says looking like a very old-fashioned western girl complete in the attire, "my hero," he says very gallantly leaning up against his teammate batting his long eyelashes at him, before reverting! "Believe me, it was Scott's idea, of an initiation into this crazy mutant school, not mine. Like I said, I have my blame too I guess, for joking on him and pulling that prank on him with Kitty, as part of her Truth or Dare, punishment prank penalty, for not telling me right away she's a mutant. If you don't know, we tried the whole dunk his hand in warm water, prank, to see if it works or not, as her punishment dare. Still don't know if it worked. Anyhow, we tried to cover it up, not too well, I'm sure, hee, hee. So I guess he was after revenge. Revenge to get back at me, prank, is one thing. So, thumbs up for Scott for the bullhorn to wake me up, that was all fine and dandy, and I do applaud him for it, but this, this, this was so not anything close to that."

"I'll say, did you at least try to stop him?"

"Yes, I did, and tried to warn him not to do it, in my own way. Throwing my voice and doing this," he explained taking Jubilee's, then Logan's, form, "namely being you, with Kitty's help, to try to warn stop him before it went out of hand, and despite my objections, I still got picked up and thrown in here against my will. I'm so sorry, I know, I'm not supposed to be in here, Kitty warned me, I should have tried harder to try to stop Scott before it went this far, and I was picked up thrown pushed inside here." Sydney reverted and shook his head, he was shaking, he had never been so freaked out and so terrified in his life, but you know, at the same time, it felt so good. It felt, right. Despite this was a simulation. "I didn't think he would have taken it this far, his revenge on me. No wonder, why, this place is off-limits. You're absolutely right, I could have been hurt or killed; I was really freaked out. So school for mutants everyone's a mutant, and I need to be one to join?"

"Yeah this is a school for mutants, and yes it looks like you'll fit in just fine, provided you want to stay," Logan sighed, as this wasn't exactly the good first impression that Sydney should have had, especially from a senior student who should have known better!

"I donno, for one, I donno if my papa will let me."

"And if he does, will you at least consider?"

Sydney vigorously nodded with a big sniffle. He wanted to attend, he liked Logan and he was admittedly in love with Kitty, and they were probably boyfriend and girlfriend now, or would be soon enough. Not to mention he could certainly use help with his powers, and honing them, and especially helping people with them, if that was what this school was all about. Those reasons alone and if he thought about it more, he was sure, he could think up more, would be reason enough to make him join up with the X-Men team. But there was one thing holding him back, from doing that. "That would be great, if I could come here, but, my papa…"

"We can go over there and try to convince him, if you want. Especially if you haven't told him, you're a mutant yet. Did you just get your powers now or did they just recently manifest?" Sydney just shook his head no and sniffled. Logan now had to wonder, if Sydney had said anything, to his father, about being a mutant, as the teen let out another loud sniffle followed by tears.

"Oh he knows, he knows I'm a shape-shifter, I had my powers since I was 14 and a half, almost 15, late bloomer, as it seems, since only aside from my powers the rest of the puberty stuff is only now really coming along very recently, sniff. Worst thing is for my powers I've found, that since my voice is now changing, whenever I try to do someone's voice or imitate it, it's usually off sounding. Anyhow, papa knows. On the anniversary of my mamma's death, over 6 months ago, after a heated argument, about papa needing to move on now, and try to find another woman, and let his grief go, that mamma would want it that way. I took my mother's form. He freaked out, and so did I, as to be expected, but we both got over it, and he doesn't care I'm a mutant. He loves me so much. But I know I do annoy him. I've been trying to on off use them ever since then, to try to figure them out better, and to mostly try to cheer him up, sniff, nothing worked. He's so depressed, so morose. I don't know, for that very reason, if I can leave him. Know what I mean? In all honesty, Logan, I'm very worried for him, that he'll fall into a deeper depression. His faith in God knowing he will see my mamma again one day in the glory of Heaven, and, having to look after me. Are the only reasons why he holds on, and he keeps going each morning, why he gets up, keeps living, keeps going on. I'm just afraid if I leave, he'll get so depressed, with missing her and me that he will…" Sydney was shocked that from the man who said he 'didn't, do, hugs', was actually hugging him, and crying with him. Syd smiled and wrapped his arms very tightly around his teammate. So, he had pegged Logan right, he was very hard on the outside, but his love and friendship and mostly his jovial humor had cracked wide open that hard outer shell, to reveal the soft interior of Logan, the one now embracing him.

"Know this, kid, if you ever change your mind, and feel you can leave, you will always have a home here, and a friend here; more than one friend, definitely." Long before they headed out the door, they were already untied in friendship as forever teammates and fellow mutant brothers.

"Cerebro, and I'm sure the Professor, are almost done analyzing Sydney's powers," Shadowcat announced after running through the still closed door and gave him a very tight hug too after Logan was finished. "Syd, are you okay," Kitty asked as soon as she saw his tears. "Sydney you're crying. Are you really all right, are you sure you're all right, are you hurt from the Sentinel attack? I saw and heard everything up there. Your powers are like totally amazing. I don't even think Mystique, she's another shape-shifter, can adjust her weight."

Sniffling and wiping his wet eyes with the black sleeve of the X-Man uniform, "Thanks, but I'm fine, and you can do that to me anytime, Kitty-kins."

She gasped at what she saw, she couldn't believe what she was actually seeing when Wolverine pulled off his face mask and became Logan again, and wiped his wet eyes. "Mr. Logan…that, that isn't sweat, is it…are you crying?" He nodded a bit. "You too, I never, seen you cry before."

"We, uh, just shared a moment together."

"Yeah, like he said, we shared a moment together."

Kitty just smiled, "Alright, you big softy, I won't say a thing."

"Appreciate it, Half-Pint."

"So remember what I said last night?" She nodded and they leaned in and kissed. "That's so-o-om ki-i-iss," he pitched up the down, as he went red-faced.

"Don't worry about the voice cracks, kid, they will clear up."

"Full analyses is complete," announced Cerebro, as it gave the results of the scan and hologram displayed a headshot and full picture of Sydney in his regular clothes he had on yesterday. "Full name: Sydney Kevin Jones-Dommosskey. Age: 16. Mutant powers, are: metamorph shape-shifter. Sydney has the ability to imitate not only animals, as well certain inanimate objects, but can exactly mimic any physical attributes of any mutant, or person that he changes into, as well as alter his weight, height, and composition, at will. Also, some limited telepathy, and psychokinesis has also been detected."

"Shape-shifter, well I should have known all along, with all those voice imitations of yours. Well, we can definitely use one on our team. The Brotherhood has one, Mystique, but they're our sworn enemies. It would like totally be cool we got a better one on the X-Men team," Kitty grinned.

"Huh, I knew about the shape-shifting, and I did try to fly around as an eagle a few times, and I literally got eagle's eyes when I did that, so I knew I was able to try for a Black Panther. That kept me ahead and hidden from those Sentinel robots until you two came in looking for me."

"So you were on all 4's when you ran out to us, I couldn't tell for sure between the dense fog and the jungle, I thought I might have been seeing things. I should have trusted my eyes."

"I reverted to my true form when I heard you calling for me, and knew I was near you."

Logan didn't understand, wouldn't that kill him, "So, you can do inanimate objects, such as?"

"I changed into a chair one time for a few minutes, just to see if I could do it, but I didn't know about adjusting my weight until I took that rhino form. No wonder I took so long to fully transform. I just kept thinking, get bigger, it has to be big, it has to be much bigger. As for the telepathy and the psychokinesis, well, you learn something new every day. I just thought I just had a good grasp on my 6th sense and could easily peg someone shortly after I meet them. Telepathy, huh, cool, so I can read minds. And the psychokinesis, is that moving things with my mind?"

"Yeah and it's limited telepathy, kid, so I don't know how much mind reading you can do, right now. But, the Professor he can and will be more than happy to help you out, with developing it, and expanding it. Especially since, he's a telepath. And Jean too can help you out with your psychokinesis since she's telekinetic herself."

"Fantastico. Metamorph huh, hmm, I wonder, metamorph, maybe…hmmm."

"What?"

"I think I got an idea for what my codename, should be. I'm thinking since that computer thing called me a metamorph, and I love computers, how about, Morph, as my codename."

"Hey, that fits you much better than my idea of, Mimic, especially the way you shapeshift, you literally do morph from one form to another."

"Well, one thing is for sure, I'd hate to be Scott, right about now, literally." There was a loud sound and Sydney gasped as Kurt teleported in without his holographic projection on. "Whoa, dude, whoa, y-you're blue, and you got a tail, what the, Kurt, is that you? No, way; is that what you really look like? Cool!"

"Yeah, this is the real me," showing him the hologram. "This is just so I look normal, so I don't scare people," then shuts it off again.

"Huh, Kurt, you're an oxymoron."

"What did you just call me?"

"An oxymoron, it's words or phrase that contradicts, like bitter sweet, pure evil, there's nothing pure about evil. Kitty said you were saved when I asked if there were any other fellow Christians in this school. So saved Catholic, well, I'm a Pentecostal, but it doesn't matter, now does it, my brother. Now give me a hug you fuzzy demon you," and gave him a big hug. "You're an oxymoron because let's face it, you look like a demon, and demons don't get saved. So, that makes you an oxymoron, for saved demon, you oxymoron you!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, I get it. So I couldn't find Scott anywhere, so I gave up and asked the Professor to help me find him. He was busy at Cerebro watching the whole Danger Room session from his mind and checking out Sydney's powers."

"But, he did find Scott, right," Logan asked.

"Oh yeah, he found him, that's one of the things he was also checking up on, Scott, and why he left. Scott is already gone, he left in his car for a drive, to 'clear his head'. The Professor told me to tell you that you 'passed the test' that Scott put you through. The Professor had planned to confront you himself if you had any powers, and let Cerebro scan you, if need be. But Cerebro had already caught you using them. He also said to tell you he knows what you did, you're not in any trouble, especially since you tried to stop Scott, but Scott is huge trouble for what he did to you. So when Scott gets back I'm sure Logan and the Professor will have some words for him, not very nice ones I'm assuming. But it still begs the question. What were you thinking, man, going in here? Did Kitty not mention this place was off-limits? I didn't even know you were a mutant. Or did he just get his powers recently?"

"Nah he had them for a little while."

"Yes, I had then for a few months now, and yes I was told it was off-limits. I wanted to join your fine school, and I guess, when Scott had found out, he used it as way of revenge for what we did last night, and put me in this crazy room. I told him it was off-limits and I didn't want to be here. But I'm not much of a fighter, at all, especially not compared to Scott, I was easily overpowered and picked up and thrown shoved in here by Scott. The bullhorn obviously wasn't enough for him."

Hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry about that, you may not put up much of a physical fight but what you lack in arm to arm combat you can easily make up in spades using your powers. I'm one of the teachers here and I'll be more than happy to help you learn how to fight. I'll teach you how to build up your endurance, as well how to defend and handle yourself in fight, and other strategies I've learned, if you stay with us."

"I definitely want join up, and help people, and see what I can really do with my powers. So, sign me up, well, provided my old man will let me."

"That will be great, if you become an X-Man, Sydney," Kitty hugged him tightly he let out a happy grunt as he hugged her tightly.

"I would really, really, like that too, and to be here with you."

"So are you all right, kid, going to be all right after being put through all that?"

"I'm a little shaken up, still, as can be expected, and a bit worn-out but other than that, yeah, I'm just fine and dandy."

He did look like he was still tremble shaking, so Kurt asked, "You sure about that?"

"Yeah, not to worry, Nightcrawler, he's fine, I'm sure, I even got to watch him use his powers in here," said Shadowcat. "Between the Sentinel battle and an empty tummy, and that huge form he took, wow, anyone would be shaking still. Course, maybe it's just me. He needs to like recharge, with a good breakfast and a few jokes and he'll be right as rain in no time."

Curiosity tingling, asked, "So, what are your powers? The Professor was so busy that he never told me what they are."

"Well, let's just say, I'm glad I'm not Scott right now, literarily," he emphasized that last bit.

"Literally?" asked Kurt, not getting it.

"Literally," both Wolverine and Shadowcat answer.

"Literally," taking Kurt's demonic form, then Logan's, then finished off with Shadowcat's, and stayed in that form, "like, literally."

"Mein Gott, y-y-you you're a shape-shifter! Mother, it's…"

"No that's certainly not your mother Mystique. That's Sydney, not Raven, your mother."

Using his own voice, not Kitty's voice, "Yeah, bro, the last time I checked, I had a penis. I, oh, uhh, uh, uhm, well, I, uhh, uh-heh, I uh, take that back, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee! I sit down to pee, there's nothing that crazy about me! I'm just taking a whiz. Mind your own biz! Why is everybody, staring at me?! " he sang in his own voice, before reverting.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, right, ha, ha, ha, ha, right," of course, with a shape-shifter, when you transform into the opposite gender, assuming, unless you willed it to say, everything changes. Well at least he was fine with it, and able to joke and laugh about it. "Alright, Shadowcat, you better take him to the infirmary, and let Hank look him over, just to be sure that he really is all right, before he can get some breakfast; some well-earned breakfast. And we can let the others know, Sydney AKA Morph is one of us, and we might be getting him as a student soon."

"Shadowcat, your codename is Shadowcat," she nodded with a smile, "you have to be kidding me! Shadow Kitty, Shadowcat, is that how you got your codename, from shadow tag?"

"Little here little there, yeah, you're my best friend forever; I couldn't just forget you so easily, even if you have changed."

"Well, then, there's just one thing to say."

"What's that," Kitty asked.

" Scott's a naughty boy, in this mutant school. And he's broken a major rule. I've had fun, playing him like a fool. Having fun, shape-shifting, and pranking the lame tool. The teachers here are mutants too, learning how to hone their powers too. Trying not think of that big bill when things get wrecked and broken again. Oh what fun I've had, but did it really turn out so bad? All I've learnt at Xavier's School, is how to bend not break the rules! Oh, what fun I've had, and it really didn't turn out that bad. Trying many ways, to make a difference in this world. Thee, Headmaster, has had enough today, all the mutants have gone away, gone to fight the next door school. Every term, that is the rule ," he sang as they all walked out the door meeting up with the Professor. And right on cue, Syd pointed to the Professor, " Sits alone and bends his cane, busy smacking Scott's backside again! All the small ones tell tall tales, walking home squashing snails. Oh what fun I've had, but did it really turn out so bad? All I've learnt at Xavier's School, is how to bend not break the rules! Oh, what fun I've had, and it really didn't turn out that bad. Trying many ways, to make a difference in this world. " (Baggy Trousers by Madness, if you didn't know what song he's singing, adapted, slightly, by Sydney/Morph)

"Well looks like he came out of it, just fine; and singing nonetheless. Welcome to the X-Men, Morph," Xavier extended a hand and Morph grasped it for a hardy shake, "provided we can convince your father to let you come. I know you have some, concerns, about leaving home, with his depression, but I might be of some help with that. If you like, right now..." In Xavier's study now, they began the private discussion about Scott before Sydney's father was called for permission to let him stay here.

"So do you always put potential new students through all that? Without a warning of what they are going to face in there? I could have been killed! Or was it just me, because Scott's a jerk and can't take a little joke to save his life."

"Yes, well, I have to apologize, for Scott's, behavior. Believe me, Mr. Summers will be very severely reprimanded, for his actions."

"Oh I know!" Cough joking, "Board of Education, Board of Education," he smirks. "I think he needs to get well acquainted with, ol' Spanky, if you know what I mean!"

"Spanky?" It took just 2 seconds to process that, what exactly he meant by that, and give his shocked option of that. "The Professor, would, never, would you," Kurt squeaked out now, having second thoughts, he might be wrong about that. The Professor looked like he was actually pondering the idea. "You can't really be thinking of…Scott? No way, man, not even that time when Tabatha started horsing around with me in one of our training sessions, and knocked me out. All we got was a probation, and chores and grounding. Even when Bobby, Jubilee, and Sam went out joyriding and wrecked the vehicles and the X-Jet, you never… The worst anyone of us got was, mega heavy duty chores, grounding, and banned from using our powers, among Logan's early morning training sessions. There's no way you would ever…"

Sydney just scoffed, "Mere child's play, for what in store for Scott, I'm sure. Look Kurt, all that's well and good for certain things, and quite effective I'm sure for certain offences or infractions of the school's rules. But when you actually endanger someone's life, especially deliberately," sucking air in through his purely whites, "you can't just give someone a slap on the wrist no matter how much you like or love them. They have to learn the hard and painful way. That's just the way life works. Better to learn it now, before it is too late to get out of it, namely jail."

Kurt couldn't believe it, Sydney was more of a hyperactive jovial jokester more so than he is, and here he was lecturing him and anyone who cared to listen what was right and wrong. Where did this come from? He would quickly find out where. However, Kurt knew that Sydney/Morph was dead on right. Scott did deserve a hefty duty punishment, even a dreaded spanking, at his age. Especially if it was done deliberately, "Ja," he agreed. Sure Scott was his friend and like a big brother to him, but that didn't mean little brother was going to put up with big brother's bad behaviors. And neither was anyone else of course.

"Besides, Elf, who says that, Sam, Jubilee, and Bobby, didn't get anything else to go with their probation, chores, and Danger Room sessions with me. Do you really think they would go blabbing to anyone that they got their butts blistered, with my belt? The embarrassment of having to bear their bottoms, and knowing they had it coming to them, was more than enough to keep them quiet about it."

"You spanked them," Kurt gasped shocked, he wasn't sure how he felt about that, "why?

"Of course I did. It may not show, I may not always be the touch feely huggy parent type, but I love you kids, like you're my own. All of you are my family, especially since I don't have my own. So be damned if I will let any of you kids get away with some stupid stunt, that could have gotten you and someone else hurt or killed. I would never forgive myself if I ever let that happen."

Kurt's eyes shimmered with tears, "Oh, I knew you loved us." Logan rolled his eyes and put an arm around Kurt when he wrapped his arms around his waist and tail around his leg.

"So, Chuck, should I handle the paddling this time too, or do you rather handle Scott, or tag team it, or what? Kitty wants her share of dealing with Scott too, as well as Morph here too I'm sure."

The Professor really looked surprised to hear that, that Logan had spanked the three, but then again, they did really have it coming to them. Taking someone's vehicle out without permission, was stealing, plain and simple. Also, they had endangered not only their lives but others as well. Not to mention almost let the world know they are mutants. Sigh, and of course, wrecked and destroyed the school's as well as public property. Those spankings, well, were well and truly deserved. "Logan, you, sigh, well, I can't disagree with that, I suppose, not at all. But Scott…" Xavier looked like he was really struggling with this one. He cared for Scott like a son, and the other problem. Though yes he had gotten a few when he was a lad, and believed in it, for certain things, and this was certainly one of those things that deserved it. But he had never done one before, and didn't really know if he was the padding type, nor was he Scott's father, to do so. But, then again, Scott was an orphan, and that meant, Scott was his charge. Although some schools, specifically boarding schools, did keep 'ol' Spanky' around, or as it was now commonly called, corporal punishment, this school wasn't exactly… But Logan, had…

"Chuck, what do you have to think about, you know, Morph is right, be dammed if Cyclops is gonna get away with this, without a worn-out behind. Call me old-fashioned but uh, a tanned hide is a far cry better than what Scott will actually get if something did happen to Sydney."

"Exactly," shapeshifting into him, "You took the words right out of my mouth," Sydney said in Logan's voice but the voice imitation pitched up high a bit, as he spoke making Logan sound like he was the one going through puberty not Syd. Kitty and Kurt giggled as the Professor smiled and shook his head, as Sydney sighed and reverted. "Ugh, it's still happening."

"I see what you mean, Syd, not good for your powers, specifically the voice imitations, when that happens to you."

"Look, thank God, nothing happened to me, but if something did, do you know what would have happened. I mean how old is Scott if I may ask, 17, 18?"

"He's 19 going on 20," Xavier answered.

"Alright then, an adult or can be tried as one. He's still considered a child, though, for the most part until he's 20, and what he did deserves a spanking. No matter what you believe in, never spanking or do think, spanking is a part of good rounded parenting. What Scott did to me, is just one of those situations that does warrant a spanking. No one would disagree with that. Look, I'm not saving this just because my papa is a lawyer. I'm saying it because any parent would do nearly the same thing in the exact same place, if I had been seriously injured in there. Say a broken arm or leg, my father or any parent would probably sue, for at a least the medical expenses alone, and any rehabilitation if needed, and or have your name and school splatted all over the media. And if it was found out, it was done maliciously and deliberately, bare minimum, and I know this as a fact because papa is a lawyer. Scott would face fines, and anywhere from 5 to 20 years in prison, and a restraining order. Had I actually been killed," sucking air in, "at least 25 to 60 years in prison. He would sue Scott, the school, and you. Believe me a spanking is a double kindness compared to what could have and might have happened, had I been hurt. I'm not going to mince words here, that ass needs, and is asking for a paddling. Not being able to sit comfortably for a few days and whatever else you feel he should get, besides an earful, will be far better than what he could have gotten. Do you know what prisons are like nowadays? Scott would probably be violated nightly and then…"

"Yeah, we get the idea. Chuck, you know the kid's right a spanking is what he has coming. And better, it comes from you, than me. Besides, I'm so pissed off at him right now, I would probably bust his ass, and I don't mean that figuratively. And besides, it would make more of an, impact, that his father figure was so disappointed in him and had to bear his bottom that Scott will never think of doing something like this ever again."

"The problem is as much as I think of Scott as my own, I'm not Scott's father."

"Well call him up I'm sure…"

"Scott's parents are dead. Though his little brother Alex is alive, and has adoptive parents, I'm the closest thing Scott has to a father."

"Whoa, sorry, I didn't know."

"It's quite all right."

"Well, does it matter then? If you're the closest thing he has to a father and his father figure, then that obviously makes you his caregiver you're his guardian, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I'm assuming, discipline, comes with the territory, right?"

"Yes."

"You love him don't you? You just said so. So you do love like a son?"

"Yes, I do love him, and yes like a son."

"If you love him like a son, treat him like one then, show him you love him, you are his father in heart, and spank him‼ If your hands are tied on this, legally, fine, I completely understand that. Just discipline him some other way then. I don't care what you do, just as long as Scott gets exactly what's coming to him as far as severe discipline is concerned. Otherwise, I'll just phone up my papa right now and let him handle all this. He who withholds discipline from their child, when he needs it, hates, detests their child but he who loves his child is diligent to discipline his child. You might as well not even call them your child then, if you sit back and do nothing to discipline them. You either love him or hate him, it's as simple as that. Sure, you may not like to spank him and that's fine, if you do go that route, and there's no saying you have to like it, in fact, it's probably good you don't. Besides, in your condition, Professor, no offence, you might not even be physically able to administer one properly, and that's fine. There's no reason why a proxy couldn't handle that part of the discipline," gesturing to Logan. "Once he cools down some that is."

"Chuck if you can't, I can on your behalf, or you can start and I can finish, it doesn't all have to be all you, you know."

"Yeah, and if he is going to get a spanking, I want to give it to him, too, and I think Syd should also get a few whacks to that backside as well. I also think I should be the one who gets to run him ragged through 3 to 6 sessions a day. In addition to making him, clean the whole mansion, uniforms, vehicles, and banned from his powers for a year, aside from missions and Danger Room sessions. Oh, and I'm sure, I can come up with much more, when I'm not so ticked off. Oh wait, there is like one more, big thing. Scott shouldn't be teaching anymore, let alone be the team leader anymore. He's like proven himself both unworthy and untrustworthy of the position, all the power is like totally going to his big egotistical head."

"Whoa, talk about rough, kid, hmm, you really aren't gonna let him get away with this are you, Half-Pint. Well, we do have to figure out what to do here, concerning Scott. And I do have to agree, Scott is on a bit of a power trip, so maybe cutting him off for a time, might be a good idea."

"Might I add, since I'm in on this that as part of a good punishment, creatively, needs to come into play. I would with your permission, like to make Scott, my bitch, for a while. He hates me and I don't think too fondly of him, but after I get through with him, I'm confident, he will be loosened up, and walking around with a smile on his face. And hey, bro, I can certainly use your help with that," he says pointing to him while clapping an around Kurt's shoulder.

"Really me, you want my help in fixing Scott?"

"Of course, we're bros, and you know him much better than I do. So, how about we let Scott and the others think I'm not a mutant, yet, and I got badly hurt in the Danger Room. When he sees my broken and bloody carcass, it will get Scott feeling guilty, really guilty for what he did. It will get him coming screaming crying and crawling back to daddy for help, when the heat comes on. And we can play it by ear from there. After all the first part of any good discipline, is making the sinner feel guilty so he or she can acknowledge his or her sin, before the discipline or punishment, no matter what it is, can properly start." Dramatically and with his powers, Sydney dropped to the floor. 'Blood' was now gushing and pooling from ripped open spots and broken bone bumps were protruding from an arm and a leg. "Aaahhh, my arm, my leg, the pain, it's aahh, it's unbearable! I think it's broken‼ Blood, ohh no, I'm hemorrhaging‼ My God, I can't see‼ I'm not long for this world, ugh-aahh." Getting up and taking a bow before reverting, "Sorry, bad acting there, but I'm sure I'll do much better job when I got some breakfast in me, I'm starved."

"A little gory guilt trip and if his old man is willing, a good scare from a lawyer, and a cop or two might not be a bad idea, to scare and set Scott straight. I've seen some shows on TV where they take delinquent children into prisons and let them speak with the inmates let them experience what life is like in prison to help scare them straight. Maybe that's exactly what Scott needs now, as part of his punishment. Let's face it, what he did, would have had sent him to the big house anyhow."

"I have to agree. Alright, then, I'll look forward to all your suggestions on how to deal with Mr. Summers, here, after breakfast. In the meantime, I'll have Hank have a look at you. And I'm sure he won't mind helping you look the part of an injured victim. Although I think you got that part, more than covered."

"Breakfast first, please, before I faint from hunger, and then I'll see the good doctor. In the meantime," limping away, "don't wait up for me, as I limp my way to the breakfast table. Maybe I can take a ride on your lap on your wheelchair, or perhaps, my burly hero can, carry, me there."

"Ha, ha, ha, you're gonna milk this thing for all it's worth, ain't ya kid."

"Damn straight. Now, carry me, please."

"Alright then," picking him up, with a huge smile on his face, "just don't do the whole damsel in distress thing, with your powers, if you don't want the others to know that you're a mutant yet, and accidently blab it to Scott before he can feel guilty over what he did. I'll play along, but just don't expect me to spoon-feed ya."

"What, it's all part of the act," shifting the clothes he had on to look torn, ripped, and tattered up, in a few spots, and of course blood soaked, complete with road rash burns, cuts, scrapes, a busted lip, and of course, bruises, in a few spots.

"Huh? Now that, that does look much more convincing," Logan smiled.