A/N: ::whistles innocently:: Nope, I didn't enjoy making my readers suffer.  Not at all.  The thought never even crossed my mind while I wrote the last chapter.  Did you know it's hard to whistle and grin at the same time?

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"Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?'. Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night."

~Charlie Brown

            Sunday:  9:48 AM

            Scott Summer groaned as the Danger Room display blinked "OCCUPIED."  He bashed his head against the door repeatedly.

            He'd finally broken it off with Emma last night, which was good for his marriage, but left things uncertain between them.  Then, for no reason he could remember, he and Jean had gotten in an argument that ended with him being thrown—literally—onto the couch.  And now, someone was in the Danger Room during HIS TIME!  "All—thud—I wanted—thud—to do—thud, thud—was to—thud—blow something up!" THUD!

            Grumbling, he made his way to the nearby viewing screen to see who was going to be Cable's partner next time his son showed up.  "We have a schedule.  There's a reason for the schedule.  But does anyone follow it? Noooo!"  He would have continued complaining, but was unable to due to the fact that his jaw was somewhere in the vicinity of his knees.

            It was Logan.

            He was sitting on the Danger Room floor, looking like he wanted to go feral, but was just too tired to do so.  Strange cartoon creatures, some of which Scott recognized from when Nathan was little, hung on him and sat around him, singing.  Two of them were putting his hair in braids.

            After his senses returned (they'd taken the opportunity to visit Tibet; lovely place, very clean,) Scott snapped to attention.  He quickly entered the emergency override code and shut the program down.  The door hissed open, and he carefully hurried in. 

            "Logan, are you…" he trailed off, wrinkling his nose, as a sickeningly sweet odor overwhelmed him.  "What the hell is that?!"

            "…Roses, lilies, chocolate, cookies, strawberries, coconut, spearmint, and gingerbread," Logan answered through gritted teeth as he staggered to his feet.  "Whoever did this must have thought it went with the theme.  Plus it hid their scent from me."

            "I figured this wasn't your intended program," Scott dryly replied.

            "Grrr…" Logan growled before answering.  "Ya think, Scotty?  I'm gonna hurt whoever did this.  Badly."

            "You might want to wash the pink dye out of your hair first," Scott suggested, unable to hide a smirk.

            "Grrrrr…"

            Sunday: 11:19 AM

            Julia glared at Leslie who was happily humming as she worked one her calculus homework.  "Les.  Come on.  The whole school's grounded til you confess.  Please?  For me?"

            "Nope.  Not gonna do it."

            "Leeeessslieeeee," she whined, screwing her face up into a pout. 

            "Julia.  No.  And you're not telling, either."

            Sighing, Julia dropped her pout and returned to glaring.  "How long are you going to keep this up?"

            Leslie contemplatively studied the ceiling.  "How long til Logan and Angel calm down?"

            Julia groaned, unknowingly imitating Scott's earlier actions and banging her head against the wall.  "We're doomed."

            "Why are you doomed?"

            "I'm never going to leave campus again."

            "Oh."

            Sunday: 11:19 AM

            Unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the Xavier Institute, a group of men were hiding in the school's woods.  One of them was speaking to the others.

            "We're in and out.  The Beast is our objective—ignore the other mutants."

            The men nodded as one.

            "Good."  He glanced at a device he held.  The Pontiff himself had given it to him for this mission.

            He would not fail.

            "Go."

            Sunday: 11:20 AM

            No sooner had the leader spoken the word than the entire group—five men in all—teleported into Leslie's room.

            Startled, the girls looked up as the humming sound the teleporters made reached their ears.  Before they had a chance to react, one of the men hit Julia over the head, knocking her over.  Another grabbed Leslie and placed a rag over her mouth and nose.  She quickly stopped struggling and slumped over into his arms.

            As Julia drifted into unconsciousness, she vaguely heard a voice say, "We have the Beast.  Objective accomplished."

            "Still ignore the other?"

            "She's meaningless.  Go, now."

            And then there was oblivion.