A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed. And a special thank you to Moe.Ron, who was the only one to guess at The Third Summers Brother, and who made us laugh at the first sentence of his/her review. And Xavier will come later. No characters, fictional or real, were hurt in making this fic.

We will try to include Storm and Kitty, but they are further down the line. (Actually we hadn't planned to include them at all, but we are indulging the readers' wishes.)

Disclaimer: Not ours. Not ours. Aren't you happy? Don't sue.

Warning: Must be read with a very open mind. Please, no flames.



1.1 The third Summers brother

"Now, the moment you have all waited for," the white-robed giant boomed, "here comes…" suddenly there was a drum roll from a smaller white figure on his head, "the THIRD SUMMERS BROTHER!"

"WHAT?!" Scott yelped. The X-men had gathered to hear the happy (?) news from Mystique and Kurt. Scott had fainted again, but came to after only thirty seconds. Everybody were immensely proud of him.

"Oi, tin-head!" said the tiny white-robed figure and jumped up and down on Big's head. "First we have to gather the rest of the family!"

"We don't have time for that," Big grumbled. "We have to narrow it down to Havoc and Corsair." He waved his hand, and the gathered heroes got a glimpse of two teeny wheeny wings on his back, hidden by his robe. With two small pops Alex and Christopher Summers appeared in the room.

"Scott, what have you done this time?" Alex asked in a bored voice.

"It's not my fault!" Scott cried, on the werge of tears. "I haven't done anything! This time it's dad's fault! They say there's a third Summers brother!"

Both brothers turned to glare at their father. "This is news to me!" Christopher said.

"To the point!" the Big guy boomed impatiently. "I-" he got jumped on the head again, "we present to you…" The tiny guy resumed his drum-rolling. "THE THIRD SUMMERS BROTHER!"

With a loud pop, a figure appeard in the room. "What am Ah doin' here?" he said in a Texan drawl. He looked around at all the people. "And who are all these potential terrorists?!"

"Don't look at me," Mystique said. "And he's just a homicidal maniac!" She pointed at Sabretooth, who just mumbled and shuffled his feet.

"That's our brother?!" Havoc said incredously.

"No way!" Scott exclaimed. "He's neither pretty nor smart enough!"

"Hey! Don't talk to me like that! Ah'm the president of the world!" the…guy… said.

"Uh, no," Jean said. "You're the president of one country."

"Same thing!" the president said.

"But how can he be our brother?" Scott asked. "He doesn't look remotely like us!"

"Well, there's a perfectly logical explanation," the Big guy said. "His mother is Sabretooth." Everybody looked at Sabretooth, who blushed.

"Wow," Corsair said in wonder, "I didn't even know I got Victor pregnant!" Everybody turned their stare to him, but he didn't notice.

"So," Victor said, "you're my son. Huh."

"Why did you put me away, mom?!" the president cried. Logan fainted, and Scott wondered why he didn't manage to when he really wanted it.

"Well," Victor said, "to put it bluntly, son, look at you. I mean, you smoked cigars from the time you could breathe!" Everybody turned that statement around in their heads for a while, but it didn't get more logical.

"What was I supposed to do?! You left them out on the table!"

"Wait a second, dad!" Logan yelled. His healing factor had done the fainting spell away at an amazing rate. "Why did you keep this from me?"

"I was ashamed!" Victor cried. "Here I was, up in Canada, with…THAT!" He pointed at his son.

"Wait!" 'That' shouted. "My mom's a male alien?!"

"Alien?" Storm whispered.

"Yeah!" 'That' yelled. "If my country is the world, and he's from Canada, then..!"

"Just shut up, willya," Corsair groaned, rubbing his temples.

"'Ey, don't talk to me like that! If you're not with me, you're against-"

Scott silenced his brother with a look.

"So," Wolverine looked at the white-clad figures, "do you have any more surprises for us, big boys?" 'Tiny' decided to let that one slide. After all, he would get his revenge soon enough.

"We're just getting started," he said, and they could sense his malicious, if tiny, smile throught the white cloth.

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A/N (in booming voices): WHO ARE THEY?! WHY ARE THEY HERE?! (Besides the obvious reason.) ARE THEY REALLY HERE?! (Note from Fata: Didn't understand what she meant with that one.) (Note from aurora: Me neither. What did I mean?)

Coming up next: What has MR. SINISTER got to do with all of this?