Well, my dears, I fear, this is it.
The very last chapter of this intentional one-shot.
I hope, you all liked it, and that you'll read my other stories, too...what?(glares at her muses:)
Yeah, I know I'm shameless, so what? It's not like *you'd* be advertising my stories,
do you?(mumble, grumble, stupid muses, grumble..)

Thanks: My thanks go to all of you, who stuck by me, but most of all to Eiluned, for igniting
the spark to this with her 'Torn at the seams' story-a must-read!
Anyway, I hope to see you again in a different of my meager writings, and remember: R&R!

Oh, btw, the smut scene can be found over at DXEA-once they're up again, that is...but beware, it's all NC-17!
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Of ice and payback


The guys had settled in the Rec room and were enjoying the game.
Hank sat in his favourite chair, Scott on the small couch and Bobby and Remy
lay prone on the overstuffed sofa, when Emma walked in.
A very annoyed Emma.
Her tone was at least twenty degrees colder than Bobby's ice-form,
when she asked him:
"Would you care to explain me this, Robert?"
In her perfectly manicured hand she held a tiny, gold-shimmering disc, and Bobby gulped.
These were usually used to make copies from Danger Room sessions.
Could it be, that-
Obviously yes.
Because Cyke, Gambit and Beast took one look at the White Queen's face, and decided,
it was healthier to exit the Rec room.
Via the window.
Taking a deep breath, Emma sauntered closer and whispered:
"Now, Bobby, about the contents of this little gadget.could you
enlighten me, how this came to happen?"
Desperately, Bobby tried to sink deeper into the soft cushions.
Emma bent over him and for a moment, all he saw was cleavage.
Then crystal-blue eyes bore into his, and scarlet lips hushed:
"In particular, the name-calling."
Of course, his traitorous mind chose that exact moment to broadcast the
'Be a nice lil' Snow Queen'-scene to Emma.
Two ash-blonde brows climbed up, and then a slow, knowing
smile crossed her pretty features.
"Interesting. Very well then, I think, a change of place would be recommended.
Somewhere a little more.private, wouldn't you agree?"
Bobby nodded feebly, and scolded himself for not having signed his last will.
There was no way in hell he would survive this.

At the lakeside, the couple paused briefly, when Logan wrinkled his forehead in irritation.
"What is it?" mumbled Storm, not wanting to interrupt the previous action.
"Nothing," rumbled Logan," jus' thinkin' I forgot somethin'."
"Then. I suppose, it was not too important", cooed Ororo, locking her arms around his neck.
"Come here."

Humming, Jubilee walked up the stairs to her room.
She was very pleased with herself, not only was she the ultimate prank queen, but also the
greatest match-maker to ever grace the mansion.
Idly wondering, if she should rescue Bobby from Emma's wrath, Jubilee entered her room,
closed the door and headed for the shower, her clothes gracing the floor of the bathroom.
Letting the warm water run over her score muscles, she lathered up,
washed and conditioned her hair, then rinsed.
Grabbing blindly for a towel, Jubilee stepped out of the tub, rubbed herself dry and glanced in
the mirror.

"Wolviieeeeeeee!!!!!"

And beneath the rising moon, the short flicker of canines indicated a very feral smile.
Finis
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Yes, finally, I did it, bwahahahahahahahahaaaaaa! I'm done! No more
summer vacation-well, exept for the smut scene, hehehee...