Author's Note: Sorry it took so long! My cold has gotten worse and has made it hard to write today. So, if you notice something weird in my writing, that's what it is. So, today we see the beginnings of the Angela/Logan relationship and how much stress the team is under. Please enjoy!

Les filles gagnent et regarder la télé--The Girls win and watch the tv

"Sweets? Yo Sweets!" Booth yelled.

I sat in my chair with an amused grin on my face. Our psychologist—who was supposed to be better than this—had completely frozen. I could see the word 'blackmail' appear in Angela's eyes as she pulled out her cell phone camera and began taking pictures of Sweets. Booth tried to shake Sweets, but he was still frozen, his eyes glazed over. At this point Cam got up and pulled out a little flashlight from her pocket and looked at Sweets eyes.

"Not good," She muttered. She placed her hand on Sweet's shoulder and shook him gently. "Dr. Sweets? Can you hear me?"

"X-Men," Sweets whispered. "Comic book characters. Fictional. X-Men." Cam sighed and stood up.

"Well?" Booth asked. Cam didn't respond and left the room. She returned a few minutes later with a blow horn. Everyone covered their ears and she hit the button.

Sweets snapped out of it.

"The X-Men!" He shouted. "I can't believe this! This shouldn't be happening! It can't be happening! Booth, this is—!"

"Sweets, calm down." Booth said, pushing him down in his chair. "I need everyone to stay calm and go with it, regardless how ridiculous it sounds 'cause it's happening." Booth sat down and rubbed his temples.

"Perhaps it would help if I explained who everyone on our team is?" The Professor asked. Booth nodded and I noticed Hodgins and Zack perk up instantly. "Well, I'm—"

"Professor Charles Xavier." Zack interrupted. "Leader and founder of the X-Men. You're a telepath who formed the X-Men to combat Rogue mutants while at the same time protecting humans and encouraging a nice relationship between the two."

There was a shocked paused on the X-Men side.

"What?" Zack asked, unabashed. "It's all in the comics." The Professor motioned for the comic and flipped through it.

"I see," He muttered, closing it and pushing it back into the middle of the table. "I suppose it's only fair since we watch the show with all of you in it."

"If I may, Professor," Hodgins started. "May I explain the rest of your team?" The Professor nodded and Hodgins grinned. He pointed to Rogue. "You're Anna-Marie aka Rogue. You used to live with your family, but once your powers manifested your father kicked you out. You then were under a care of another mutant named, Mystique. When she betrayed you, you left and joined the X-Men. You have the mutant ability to absorb people's psyches and mutant abilities. Unfortunately, this often causes you a lot of problems because you lose your own personality in all the others and your power can kill people if they come in contact with your skin for too long."

"Yes," She answered, shocked and slightly sad. "But, I'm working on it!"

"We know," Zack said and Rogue nodded. Zack's gaze drifted to Gambit. "Remy LeBeau aka Gambit. Formerly Prince of the Thieves' Guild in New Orleans and all around master thief, you left the guild after you killed the brother of your fiancée Bella Donna of the rival gang, The Rippers. You eventually joined the X-Men and have since taken a keen interest in Rogue. Your power is the ability to manipulate kinetic energy into a destructive force. You tend to use cards as explosives and you speak fluent French."

Gambit didn't say anything, but simply arched his eyebrow. Hodgins then went for Logan next.

"You're Logan aka Wolverine. You were born with bone claws and a mutant healing factor. However, you joined the weapon X program and your skeleton was bonded with an indestructible metal called adamantium. Weapon X then turned on you and you escaped, with few memories intact. You became an X-Man to find out what memories you lost. You have metal claws that come out of your knuckles and are known for having a short fuse."

Logan didn't say anything and simply regarded Hodgins with a glare.

"I suppose that we should explain who we are." I said.

"No need, Dr. Brennan." Rogue interrupted. "We all watch your show."

"You do?" I asked in astonishment.

"The ratio of boys to girls in the mansion is not equal." Charles explained.

"Les filles gagnent et regarder la télé." Remy told us. "We can't beat dem."

"So trust us," Logan muttered. "We know all about you."

"Is that good thing, stud?" Angela asked, a flirtatious tone creeping into her voice. I couldn't believe it. She was actually flirting with a mutant from another dimension. Could things get any weirder?

"Depends, darlin'." He replied, a smirk on his face. Angela held his gaze for a little bit, but then blushed and looked away. Rogue and Gambit were looking at Logan in shock and Hodgins and Zack were doing the same thing with Angela.

"So," Booth said, clearing his throat. "We need to stop Magneto before more people get killed."

"Agreed." Replied everyone.

"Any ideas on how to do that?" He continued.

No answer.

"Right then," Sweets mumbled, getting up. "I think we should take five to try and come to terms to what was just revealed in this meeting."

"Fine," Booth muttered angrily. "Take five and then we'll have to get back to work, kay Sweets?"

"Ok." Sweets replied. I got up and began to stretch. Angela was looking at Logan intensely.

"What is it, Ange?" I whispered to her.

"I don't know," She replied honestly, her gaze never leaving his. "I think . . . I might be falling in love with him."

"Already?" I questioned. "But you just said one sentence to him."

"I can't explain it, Tempe." She sighed. "It's like something is drawing me towards him. I just can't ignore him." I didn't understand what she meant, but she took a step towards the door and I saw Logan move too. Clearly, her feelings were being reciprocated.

"I'm Angela Montenegro." She greeted, a dazzling smile on her face. "It's nice to meet you."

"Logan." He replied. "And the feelin's likewise." They stared at each other some more and then she stepped into the hall. Logan paused—deliberating what to do?—and then followed after her. I sensed that this possible relationship was really good for Angela or really bad. Time would tell.

I sat back in my chair and wondered what else the night would bring.

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