Jubilee caught Bobby on his way up the steps. "Bobby! Hey, they're all sorry. Really. They didn't realize how much it meant to you."

He turned to face her, a grin wide on his face. "It's cool. I know they all liked it."

"You mean the guys, right?" She caught up with him and they continued walking up the steps.

"'Course. I saw the look in their eyes. They wish they could do that too." Jubilee just smiled and shook her head, not at all surprised with his arrogance. Behind them, Kitty phased Amara through the wall while Rogue with a touch of Kitty's powers brought in Rahne. The Scottish girl kept her giggles quiet as she watched Amara, with one fell swoop, pull Jubilee back from Bobby while Rogue touched the back of his neck. When she'd held on for almost five seconds, Bobby fell limp to the floor.

"Okay, gals," Rogue said turning to them, her fists now clear as ice. "Now begins our revenge." Her expression was mirrored all the smirks of the girls, except for Jubilee.

"What's going on?"

Amara snickered from behind as she let go of Jubilee. "You didn't actually think we were letting him get away with this, do you?"

Rogue stepped up to her, the unofficial leader. She pointed an icy finger in the sparkler's face. "Keep quiet about this. If you can keep yoah mouth shut while we do this, you won't end up like him. Got it?" Jubilee nodded, fear creeping into her eyes. She had never heard Rogue so venomous toward her. Rogue saw this, happy with the results. A smile appeared on her face and she turned towards the other girls. "All raht, who's carryin' the body?"

"I will," Jean said, appearing from up the steps. The other girls looked to her suspiciously. "What? You act like I wasn't made into an ice sculpture too."

Rogue scowled, but Kitty spoke up. "She's got a point. And her powers'll come in handy. C'mon." Rogue relented, nodding.

"Let's go then. We're runnin' outta time."

"Where are we going do this?" Amara asked.

"Bobby's room. We can go through all his personal things at the same time," Rahne suggested cheerfully.

"Remind me not to piss you off..." Jubilee muttered quietly.

They walked down the hall into Bobby's room, wrinkling their noses at the mess. It looked like a bomb had exploded. "Okay, Jean, put him on the bed," Rogue said. Jean floated him over the mattress and dropped him none to gently. "Who has lots of make-up?"

Amara raised her hand. "I'll go get it," she volunteered and left.

"Anybody have any really trashy, slutty clothes?" Everyone looked at Jubilee.

"They're NOT slutty. Besides they're for dancing. You gotta show a lot of skin and still be able to move."

"Get them," Rogue ordered. Jubilee nodded and went to do so. "A camera?"

"Ooh! I do! Plus it's digital and I have extra floppy disks!" Kitty told them, running through the wall to retrieve it.

"Okay, Rahne, since your eyes may be too virgin foh what's gonna happen next, you can start lookin' through his stuff." Rahne narrowed her eyes at the statement that she was too pure, but obliged and turned to go through the closet. Then Rogue turned to Jean. "Ya sure ya're up ta this?"

"Definitely." Jean smirked.

Rogue didn't like the feeling, but somehow she felt on the same level with the redhead. "All raht, then. First we need ta..." She motioned to the still body of Bobby."...get rid of those clothes..."

"All?" Jean gulped.

Rogue nodded. "Ah'm not too thrilled about it either, but it hasta be done." She leaned over on the bed and tugged at his shirt. Jean helped by raising him off the mattress so the shirt could be pulled over his head. Same with his jeans. Rogue choked back a giggle. "Spider-Man underwear?!"

Kitty ran through the wall with her camera case in hand, and stopped short in front of the bed, wide-eyed gaze focused on the bed. "Oh my God! I can't believe he wears those!"

"Neither could we," Jean told her.

Jubilee was next one to come in and was carrying a bunch of clothes in her arms. "I brought a bunch 'cause I didn't know which ones you'd want."

"You got underwear too, raht?" Rogue asked. The other girl nodded. "Good. Okay, who does the honors?" They all looked at each other, none of them wanting to do it. "Ah got it! Jean ya don't have ta be lookin' at somethin' ta use yoah telekinesis, raht?"

Jean shivered, but nodded. "Yeah. It sort of works that way."

Rogue smiled. 'Maybe Ah'll get some Jean torture in after all.' "Would ya mind? This way none o' us have to look. An' anyway, Ah really don't wanna catch mahself comparin'... If Ah laugh too much Ah might wake him up." Her smile turned brighter.

The others caught her drift and giggled. "Told ya Remy had to have a nice package," Jubilee whispered to Kitty. Kitty just shook her head, a smirk present.

Amara made her way back in, her arms overflowing with make-up. "I hope this is enough," she panted. Then she caught sight of Bobby in his underweared glory and dropped some of her compacts. "Spider-Man? Ahh, Kit, get a picture of that!"

Kitty snapped a picture and laughed. Rahne actually turned around to see what everyone was laughing so hard about. She put a hand to her mouth and gasped. "I didna think anyone over the age of eight wore those things!"

"That's the best part. But now... it's comin' off," Rogue looked to Jean. "Whenever you're ready."

Jean paled but nodded. Everyone turned away and there was the rustle of clothing. "Done." Jean announced. They turned back to find Bobby wearing electric blue satin women's panties. They all snickered. Jean looked kinda disgusted. "If I never have to do anything like that again it will be too soon."

Rogue nodded, almost feeling sympathy for the redhead. Almost. "Alright, Jubes what do ya got?" Jubilee dropped the clothes. "What do ya think?"

"The red vinal micromini," Kitty said firmly.

Rogue imagined it in her head. It was too disturbing to pass up. "All raht. Jean, you take a rest an' we'll do this. I don't know if we'll need ya again later foh somethin' else like this."

"Terrific," she muttered as she sat down on the floor. "How about Amara and I go through the makeup?"

The gothic girl nodded, picking up the outfit. "Kitty, help Rahne find something juicy ta add to the pictures. Jubes, you're with me, considerin' you're the one who owns this..." She halted and eyed it curiously. "Hell, you can put it on. Ah don't even know where to start."

Jubilee hmphed and snatched it away from her. She gained a glare from Rogue, but put the ensemble on her friend. It didn't fit right at all, but it was one of the funniest things any of them had ever seen. Kitty took several pictures. "It's for a flow chart I'm going to make. You know, like, step one, step two?" The other girls nodded in complete agreement.

Amara glanced up from the floor. "Now, do we want him to have the natural look," she started, holding up a powder compact. "Or," she grinned holding up blue eyeshadow, "Do we want a Mimi ala The Drew Carey Show?"

"Mimi!" they all chorused, laughing. Amara went to work. Fire engine red lipstick, sky blue eyeshadow, rose blush, fake sparkly gold eyelashes, and purple press on nails, combined with the clothes make him look like a cheap hooker/transvestite.

"That is possibly the most disturbin' thing Ah have ever seen in mah life," Rogue commented. "Kitty, get lots o' pictures." The freshman nodded and snapped away.

"Hey! Look what I found!" Rahne squealed excitedly as she backed out of the closet on her hands and knees, shaking dust from her hair.

"Fungus?" Jubilee asked.

"Better!" She dragged out several rare holiday Barbies still in the packaging, Care Bear tapes, and Disney soundtracks. Everyone began giggling hysterically.

When they had calmed down a bit Rogue raised and eyebrow and adressed the unconscious boy in a deadpan tone of voice. "Ya know, Drake, looking at all this Ah'm beginnin' ta think this is good look foh ya." Of course that just set them off again, worse than before, until they couldn't breathe and tears were streaming down their faces.

In all their hysterics, they didn't notice their victim beginning to stir. Jean heard a tiny moan and held her finger up to her lips. They all stared wide eyed at Bobby. "Somebody do something!" Rahne whispered loudly.

Rogue reached for her glove, but Jean held her hand up. She concentrated momentarily and then her forehead relaxed. "I just bought us another 15 minutes. What are we going to do now?"

Everyone looked to Rogue. She tilted her head in thought. "We obviously need ta ditch him somewhere, any suggestions?"

"Rec room," Amara and Kitty said in unison, the latter busy snapping pictures of the Bobby's collection.

Jubilee's nose wrinkled. "I really am starting to feel this is going too far..."

Rogue wasn't ready to accept that for an answer. She looked straight into the younger girl's eyes. "Ya're in too deep now. Ya back out, an' ya'll join him. An' believe me, Ah can think o' some pretty bad things ta do with two unconscious bodies. Male an' female, mind you." She smirked.

Jubilee only nodded, gulping internally. "Heh, rec room it is!"

"Hey, anybody have four scarves they don't mind getting ruined?" Kitty spoke up suddenly.

Amara nodded. "Oh, yeah, I have tons. Go on and I'll catch up with you in a minute."

"I'm almost afraid to ask what those are for," Rahne said with a disturbed look.

"You'll see," Kitty giggled.

"Jean?" Rogue asked with a lifted eyebrow.

"On it." She lifted Bobby telekinetically and they all followed her to the rec room where they deposited him on the pool table and tied his wrists and ankles to the posts with the scaves.



The guys, meanwhile, had been sitting around a poker table in Scott's room, his being the cleanest. Remy was dealing. Each of the other players had shuffled the deck that THEY had provided and were watching him like a hawk, but he still managed to palm a couple of good cards.

Evan glanced at one one the walls, apprehensively, hearing female laughter. "Don't you think we should help him?" Everyone looked at him in disbelief. Remy snuck another good card while they were distracted, smiling innocently when Scott looked back at him with suspicion that was apparent even through his shades.

"If ya wanna be next then go ahead," Sam, said, slightly incredulous at the stupidity of the suggestion. Evan paled slightly and shook his head negativly.

"What do you think they're doing to him?" Ray wondered morbidly.

"I'm not sure I want to know," Kurt muttered, tail twitching, as he looked back at his cards.

"Ah grew up in a house full o' women. They can be horribly creative when they're mad. We could guess all night an' not come close. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned an' all that," Sam told them, eyes on Remy's hands as he delt.

"They're girls. They're always mad," Jamie said grinning. "Get it? Like insane?" Sam laughed and ruffled his hair affectionately.

"I know you're cheating, Cajun," Roberto frowned.

"Moi?" Remy put on a hurt look. "Would I do dat?"

"YES!" Everyone at the table said in unison.

"Look, if it'll make y' feel bet'er I'll even switch hands with y'," he offered generously, with a grin. Roberto considered for a moment before shaking his head, certain that if Remy had actually offered to switch hands with him it was the LAST thing he should do.

'Ah, so young, so naïve,' Remy thought with inward laughter as Roberto fell for his ploy. 'I feel almost guilty takin' deir money. Almost.'

They played for a bit in silence, with Remy winning most of the hands, but not enough so that that they could accuse him of cheating again. There was suddenly the sound of hysterical laughter from several rooms away.

"That cannot be good," Scott mumbled.

"Let's have a moment of silence for our poor friend, Bobby," Ray said with a mock solemn look.

"Alas, I knew him well," Kurt added, the same look on his face.

"Even if he never was very bright," Sam finished. They all cracked up.



Rogue stood by him, scratching her chin in thought as Kitty took still more pictures. "Ah'm thinkin' one o' the tapes has ta been playin'... or one of the CD's... Ah cain't believe he actually has that stuff."

Rahne looked offended. "I'm not the only one who still watches Disney movies am I?"

Jubilee wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, the guy from Mulan was hot. No doubt about that." Rahne smiled.

"What de hell?" All the girls whipped around to see Remy gawking at the sight of Bobby strapped to the table... in women's clothing no less.

Rogue ran up ta him and turned him around so he couldn't get a better look. "Remy, um... what're ya doin' down here? Aren't ya supposed ta be playin' with the boys?"

He frowned at her, attempting to turn his head to get a peek, but Rogue cupped his face tight with her gloved hands. "I figured I'd let dem count how much money dey have left, so I came down f'r a drink."

"Kit, get Remy a soda," she ordered. If she let him go he would see everything. Kitty nodded and rushed out, taking the easy way of course.

"Chere, what's gon' happen when he wakes up?" He gazed deeply into her eyes.

"That's the fun part. An' don't try puttin' anythin' in mah head. One, ya're not findin' out anythin' from me. Two, ya can't even begin ta get inta mah head."

He smirked. "Who said anyt'in' 'bout suggestin' somet'in'?" Kitty then came running back in, can of Coke in her hand.

"Here!" she breathed, trying to catch her breath. She handed it to him, and then walked over to the couch to lie down.

"Now, ya're gonna be a good li'l Swamp Rat an' go upstairs an' act like ya didn't see a thing. Raht?"

"Rogue, I can' believe y' wouldn' trust me wit' dis! I'm so offended right now!" He mock pouted, making Rogue slightly weak in the knees.

She shook herself out of her personal trance and grinned. "Go, befoh Ah change mah mind an' you join him." His eyes widened and he was out, quick as a flash.

"You're not going to punish him? He didn't even stick up for you!" Amara protested, hands on her hips.

"Oh, Ah'm gonna punish him, just not yet. Ah have my ways..." Rogue smiled secretively.

Rahne smiled dreamily. "Sam stuck up for me..."

Kitty giggled. "Oh, yeah. 'Just friends.' Riiiight." Rahne swatted at her playfully.

Jean leaned against the side of the table. "I should thank you guys. Like Bobby said, Scott probably wouldn't have said a thing if last night didn't happen."

Rogue's curiosity got the best of her. "You guys didn't fuck raht off did ya?"

She looked at her as if she had asked her to strip and sing 'I'm a Little Teapot.' "Of course not!"

She let out a relieved sigh. "Good. The nightmares'll stay away foh a li'l longer then."

"Seriously, what problem do you have with me and Scott? You tell us to... do it, then you're relieved to hear we haven't."

"Let's just say, Ah don't want any competition in the physical stance of relationships in this house. Ya know how hard it is ta get off without bein' able ta touch someone? Damn near impossible."

"But you obviously have ways," Jubilee piped up.

"'Course. Remy's a veeeerrry creative guy. Anyway, if you go start havin' sex, not only will Ah have images plaguing me every night, Ah- Ah dunno, it'll just be weird. Besides Ah like the idea of bein' the only one with guts ta do somethin' here, no offense ta y'all o' course." She smiled at the other girls. They only pouted with jealousy.

Bobby moaned and began to stir. "Well, look who's up. It's sleeping beauty," Kitty said, laughing.

"Wha?" As he became more and more aware of his surrounding he realized something was terribly wrong. He tried moving any part of his body, but with no success. "Where the hell am I?"

Rogue hovered over him and laughed. "Ya know, this is SUCH a good color on ya." Her fingers grazed over his lips seductively.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets when she pulled away and saw red on her black gloves. In his eyes, he could see gold... only gold... He could only assume the girls had done something horrible. Oh so horrible.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Jubilee backing away from him. "You! You helped them do this?! Why?" He cried out in over-dramatized agony.

She pointed at the still air-born Rogue. "She made me do it! Or I would have been on top of you! That girl is twisted!"

Rogue grinned. "Thank you. An' just so ya know, that nice piece of clothin' ya're wearin' is from Jubie-Jubes' personal collection." Bobby tipped his head down and saw the shiny red. He shivered involuntarily.

Then he noticed Jean. "Jean! You're supposed to be the responsible one!"

"What? You thought I wouldn't get you back?"

"Yes!" There was evil laughter from all of the girls.

Kitty walked up next to him and tapped a finger against his nose, smiling. "Did we mention we have pictures?"

"Noooooooo!!!" he wailed.

"For posterity... and insurance."

"Oh, yes, an' we know ALL about yoah li'l... how shall we say... vices..." Rogue said, smirking.

"Oh, God... This can't be happening to me..." he moaned. "It's all a horrible nightmare I'm going to wake up from. Yes, that's it." They all were standing around him, each girl with a demonic smile upon her usually calm features. Bobby just kept his eyes closed, attempting to wake up. He had to be dreaming, right?

Just then, Hank walked by, empty coffee mug in hand. "Hello, girls, Bobby," he greeted, and kept on walking as if he hadn't seen a thing. It occurred to him what he actually DID see when he reached the kitchen. He could only shake his head and crave the coffee he had originally been craving. 'I'm going to go back there, and see the girls playing a nice, friendly game of pool, while Bobby is wearing men's clothing. Yes. I shall convince myself of that now.'

Unfortunately, when he walked through the rec room again, saw the same scene that had been there only moments before. He didn't bother stop walking though. Any attempt to change the girls' minds about whatever they had planned for the resident icecube would be futile. He heard pleas for help behind him but shook his head and ignored them, making a mental note not to anger the girls any time soon.

"Beast! Buddy! Pal! HELP!!! HELP ME!!!! PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY!!!"



Upstairs Jamie, who was still playing poker against his better judgement, cocked his head to the side. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Scott asked.

Jamie listened again. "It sounds like someone screaming for help."

"Well, why don't you go check it out? We'll know it was the girls torturing Bobby and that they got you too if you don't come back," Ray told him with a smirk.

"Screams? I didn't hear any screams. Did you?"

"Nein."

"Nope."

"No way, man."

"Non."

"No."



Rogue tapped Bobby lightly on the cheek, which was to say it had the strength of a normal person's slap. "Oww.."

"Oh, quit whinin'. So ya're dressed in drag an' tied ta a pool table. Well, now that Ah think about it... that's not exactly a good thing ta be. Oh, well. Ya shoulda thought o' that before ya made perverted ice scupltures o' us."

"They weren't perverted! They were art!" He realized his mistake as they all gave him identical looks of sardonic amusement. "Oh, shit..." 'Me and my big mouth,' he thought in disgust. "What do I have to do to make it up to you girls?"

"Hey, Jean," Rogue turned to the her. "Patch us all sans Bobby in a telecommunic thing."

~Sure. Should we be so forgiving?~

~I think he's learned his lesson you guys.~

~Shut up, Jubes. Of course he's learned his lesson, but this way, ALL the guys'll never mess with any of us again.~ Amara mentally laughed.

~We can't throw anymore chores on him. And that's just not enough anyway.~ Kitty pointed out.

~Is anyone up foh some more public humiliation? Say... we get COMPLETELY even.~ Rogue smirked evilly. She relayed her thoughts to everyone, and all the girls nodded. Rogue stripped off her glove.

"What are you doing with that?!"

"Ah'm gonna pick yoah nose. What do ya think Ah'm doin'? Give me some juice, Popcicle." She lowered her hand to his cheek, once again taking his powers. Bobby passed out. The girls left him there and made their way outside. First they blasted the remaining parts of the other ice sculptures with their various powers. Then Rogue started to work with helpful suggestions on all sides. In a fairly short time she'd finished and stood back to admire her work.

"Well, what do y'all think?" Rogue asked, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips.

"It's great!" Amara said.

"Totally him!" Kitty agreed, using the final few shots on her disk to immortalize the moment.

"I'm no' sure I should be seeing this..." Rahne muttered, averting her eyes.

"He did the same thing to us. This is justice," Jean pointed out logically.

TBC...