Bobby supposed that it could be worse. After all, they were only going to jail for cruelty to mutants, stealing Mr. Summers' car, and breaking curfew. Not to mention that they would probably have to pay for all of the damages done to the house, even though technically it wasn't really their fault. Oh yeah, and the professor was probably going to make they repair the entire house molecule my molecule, he thought sorrowfully. Oh well, at least Mr. Logan was acting normal again. Not that Mr. Logan's normal was any one else's normal, but that was beside the point.

The others were currently telling him what had happened over the last hour. He did not look happy. Being that Bobby had been on the top of Logan's list of least favorite people since he'd started paying attention to Rogue, he decided that this was not the time to ask him to venture out of the little barricaded office to find out what all of the quiet was about. Grimacing, he nobly decided he would have to do it himself, since technically it was his idea to get the nasty little chocolate covered beans (soon to be the gift of choice for coffee lovers everywhere) as gifts. Absently he remembered that if he hadn't come up with the idea to sneak out in the first place they would never has been in this mess. But the others had gone along with it so technically...

He had just decided to send Jubilee instead, she had been getting on everyone's nerves lately, (shoot, she was always getting on someone's nerves) when Logan poked him in the back.

"Go look."

"Sir?" Bobby asked. His voice quavered just a little.

Logan grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around and propelled him towards the door. "Go see what's goin' on."

"But Mr. Logan," Bobby said, rubbing his hands together nervously, "I was thinking we could send Jubilee ..."

Logan turned to look at Jubilee in time to see her crack her gum, blow a huge bubble, get it all over her face, and waving her arms wildly demand Kitty and Rogue help her remove it so she could see. John nervously backed away, making the sign of the cross, least he be asked too. Rogue reminded Jubilee that gum and leather gloves didn't go hand in hand (no pun intended), and Kitty refused to get her new nail polish marred. In the end Jubilee did it herself, leaving a large, hideously pink stripe in her hair. No one felt like telling her about it. After watching disgustedly Logan decided that the Snowball may have had a point.

"You," he pointed at Jubilee, "Go see what's going on out there."

She stopped chewing instantly and looked at him in surprise. "ME?" She asked.

"You." He snarled.

When she didn't move immediately he lunged at her, and only then, grumbling, did she do as she was told. Logan and the boys moved the blockade just enough for her to get out the door. When it closed they pushed it all back.

Wiping his hands together, Bobby felt pretty good about himself. He had succeeded in lengthening his life just a little, moved down slightly on Logan's list of least favorite people, and gotten rid of Jubilee all in about five minutes. And the girls didn't even turn on him for sending her away.

It wasn't long before the noise started up again. But it wasn't as loud this time. It almost sounded half hearted, like the adults wanted to attack Jubilee, but where having trouble keeping up with her. Understandable when you realized that she lived on a perpetual sugar high. Sometimes Bobby and John were convinced that she didn't sleep at all. (Kitty, who shared a room with her, assured them that she did, and she snored loudly). They more they listened, the longer apart the thuds seemed to get. When they stopped again John, Rogue, Kitty, Bobby and Logan ventured out of their hiding place.

Into a disaster area.

The mansion was pretty trashed. There were several pieces of ceiling missing on various floors, part of the staircase had a huge hole in it and pieces of plaster were still hanging half heartedly to the wall with only the wallpaper holding it together. Wandering into the dining room, they found Mr. McCoy hanging upside down from the chandelier, snoring.

Mr. Summers was passed out on top of the refrigerator (Refrigerator Raider!). Apparently he had gotten on top of it in a last ditch effort to get away from the imaginary rodents he thought were attacking him. Dr. Grey was dozing above the main stairway. Five feet above the ground. Evidently loosing consciousness didn't effect her ability to levitate herself.

The den was mostly in one piece, (this means that all the important stuff, couch, TV, stereo system, video games, etc. were still in the land of the living. Some of Professor Xavier's artwork was not, but it wasn't really important anyway. Who had ever heard of Leonardo DaVinci anyway? Wait, wasn't he one of the Ninja Turtles ... No he was that actor! That's who he was. Oh well, he really wasn't all that important Mortal Combat was...)

They turned on the TV only to find that a small hurricane, unheard of as far north as upstate New York had formed and rained havoc for an hour before dissipating mysteriously. That had to be where Storm had disappeared to. Bobby had been filming each of the teachers where they had been found (when Logan wasn't looking) and he made sure to catch the bit about the hurricane too. Jubilee sauntered into the den, still cracking her gum, when she heard the TV come on. She sat down, seemingly entranced by the moving images on the screen. The others left her there. She had done her job.

The professor was found snoozing happily in his office. There were black marks all over the floor around him showing where he had been turning donuts and pealing around corners before, mercifully, coming to a halt without injuring himself or anyone else. Once Logan saw that everyone was undamaged, he went to bed, leaving the kids to their own devices.

* * * * * *

In hopes of having their sentence lightened, the five kids started putting the mansion back in order. Between the five of them the bedrooms, dormitories and bathrooms were put in order in about an hour. The basement levels of the house were fine after Logan's burglar alarm had been disposed of, the furniture returned to it's home in Dr. Grey's office and the small mountain of plaster swept up.

The main levels were another matter. Most of what needed to be done was sweeping, and the occasional swipe of new paint and a few pieces of replacement wallpaper. The floor was another matter. It seemed that Professor Xavier had pealed around every corner in the house and made donuts all down the hallways. Everyone got down on their hands and knees to scrub, and before long they were all humming "It's a hard knock life" under their breaths.

Finally, ten hours later the house was spotless. The floors shined, the furniture sparkled, and the teachers had all been put in their beds. It was nearly midnight when they surveyed their results and cheered. Bobby rewound the tape and put it in a safe place. Everyone went gratefully to bed.

* * * * * *

Six am, Sunday morning:

Bobby awoke to doors slamming, Cringing, he rolled over hoping that none of the cursed coffee beans had been missed the night before when they had made one last sweep of the house. They had taken the remaining beans and buried them in the yard. Bobby had had nightmares all night long about them growing into a chocolate covered coffee bean tree, and the dreadful chaos starting all over again. Fortunately his dreams were wrong. Unfortunately it had rained the night before and all of the students returning from their summer holidays were tracking mud all over his spotlessly clean floors. Shrieking, he, John, Kitty and Rogue (Jubilee was still asleep. She could sleep though anything) threw themselves down the stairs to stop the madness. Their friends couldn't understand their sudden fixation on cleanliness. Bobby had been known, after all, to have done a science project on the things growing under his bed. Dr. Grey thought she had even recognized a new organism on the mess.

Sliding into the dining room they stopped short at the sight of all six of their teachers looking bright and chipper. Drinking coffee. And laughing, and smiling like they had just had the best sleep of their lives. Even Logan looked civil.

Even worse, when the teachers saw them, they started moving purposely towards them. They attempted to run away, but Dr. Grey pulled them back with her telekinesis. She couldn't understand the look of horror on John's face.

"Come back," Scott called to them. We were going to remind you of your cleaning assignment, but it looks like the house is already spic and span. You must have done it yesterday. Ironically, none of us can remember yesterday," here he paused and looked a little confused, but then he shrugged. "So we have decided to let you off without further punishment. We feel that you have learned your lesson."

Bobby couldn't believe his ears, and by the way the other's mouths were gaping, they couldn't either. "You mean you don't remember anything about yesterday?" He asked, incredulous.

"Scott frowned again and some of the others shook their heads. "No, I can't remember anything. I think we must have slept through the whole day. I sure feel well rested. So well rested, I think we should have a Danger Room session right now! How does that sound?" Seeing the look of horror in their eyes he almost relented. Nah. They needed practice. Besides, he felt great. "I'll give you five minutes to get suited up, while I go load that new program Hank made up. Said program was rumored to be doozey. Groaning they turned back toward their rooms, grumbling all the way. Bobby the loudest of all.

When the arrived, suited up, to the Danger Room five minutes later Mr. Summers was there to meet them. He was limping. He mumbled something about tripping over some trash on the way to his car. Evidently he had fallen over it and crashed into the car himself leaving a small scratch on the door. He was a lot more upset about the car than his bruised posterior. Bobby grinned to himself. Jubilee never had time to patch up the paint job on the car since they're little joyride two nights before, but Mr. summers had just taken care of that little problem for them.

The Danger Room program was been rumored correctly. It was murder, especially when you had only had five hours of sleep the night before, but when he got to his room and saw the videotape sitting on his nightstand he felt a whole lot better. After all, there was always blackmail.

THE END

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