Monet had always had her theories as to what Chamber's room actually looked like, and she had heard stories from some of her teammates about the things that lurked there. She shuddered to think of the perpetual chaotic mess that was sure to be there. Needless to say, she was surprised to find that when she entered the room, she was greeted with the sight of a room that was meticulously kept and organized. She could only assume it had something to do with Jono's recent reincarnation of himself.

"Jonothon?" She called before even bothering to walk down the stairs. Though clean it might be, she had no idea what shape the stairs were in.

Jono looked up from where he sat on the floor, flipping casually through an old issue of Metal Maniacs. *Yeah?* He noticed with some amusement that the younger girl was standing at the top of the stairs and looking down in something that showed her unease at the obstacle presented. *They're not gonna fall.*

"Yes, I know that," Monet snapped irritably, choosing to simply float inches above them rather than walk on them. She didn't care what Jono said, those stairs looked ready to collapse at any moment. She placed her feet back on the ground when she was able to stand in front of him, hands on her hips in her customary superior stance. "I will not be forced to remain quiet when something is so obviously troubling you."

Jono wished he could sigh. Lectures with Monet were always quick and to the point, and he was thankful for small miracles. *Why's everyone so convinced that somethin's wrong with me? I'm fine, really.*

"If you will not tell me what is wrong, then I will find out for myself."

Jono immediately lost his mirthful approach to the situation. The magazine was placed on the couch behind him as he stood, his height giving him a few inches' advantage over Monet. He looked down at her, eyes narrowed to dangerously angry slits. *That a threat, M?*

Monet, though she was slightly intimidated by the faulty stairs, was not at all afraid of her teammate. Or at least not visibly, at any rate. She met his gaze levelly, never backing down to his scrutinizing eyes. "Consider it a warning. Either you tell me what is wrong, or I'll find out for myself."

If she didn't know better, Monet could have sworn she saw a glimmer of excitement in the Brit's eyes. It vanished just as quickly as it appeared, however, and he leaned down a bit to be eye to eye with her. *No, I think that sounds more like a threat, that. I don't take kindly t'bein' threatened.*

"Let me in, Chamber. I'm only trying to help."

*Go to Hell.* If it was possible for someone to create a mental snarl, Jono perfected it in that instant. The sheer venom he was able to somehow convey through a psionic link was enough to stop Monet in her quest to get his mind to open to hers and rethink her course of action. But then again, she was Monet St. Croix, and Monet St. Croix feared little. Jonothon Starsmore was not on her list of those she feared.

"If you wish, but only after I have seen what it is that is doing this to you."

Jono didn't have time to react before Monet telepathically plunged into his head, making him stagger backwards in surprise. Eyes wide, he stumbled against the wall and stared at his teammate, who was quickly becoming dazed. *Get. Out.*

Monet wasn't reacting to him in the least, and Jono realized, too late, that he should have paid more attention when Emma had tried to teach him the ins and outs of his telepathic abilities. Maybe then he could be strong enough to physically remove Monet from his mind before she even received a glimpse of his inner self.

As the world dimmed around him and his body began to shut down to compensate for his attention being focused on his mind, Jono felt a smile he couldn't manage creep over him. Monet had finally, after all this time on the team, gotten herself into more than she could handle. Despite not having paid much attention to Emma's lessons in telepathy, he had always been experimenting with his abilities and working the details out in private. Monet, being as arrogant as she was, probably had little to no concept of how powerful her teammate had managed to make himself if not in the physical world, but in his mind. The Astral Plane was where he gained his true strength, and that was his realm that no one dare invade without consequences.

The world finally blackened around him, and he fell unconscious to the floor beside Monet.