Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB property.

Notes: Okay, so, here's another chapter. I tried to explain, very quickly, about the Mojoverse for those of you who aren't familiar with it. Also, I know that I have made only ONE mention of it, but Kurt is indeed wearing his imager, and it is still on. I think it was in the last chapter where Kurt realized that he was still wearing his imager and his jump suit. So, yeah, he looks like a normal human being for right now. Or at least, I think that I mentioned it. In case I didn't, I apologize.

Beboots: as to your question, well, I'm sure you've read the above. Once again, I apologize. I really should have made it more apparent. But he's had his imager on since he jumped out of the plane before the story began.

JDH3 and RedLion2: Good to see both of you still around! Haven't addressed you two in awhile, so I just wanted to thank you for continuing to read my stories. RedLion, I'm about to read the new chapter of Shadows, and JDH3, have you given up on Tunnels?

Snitter, Raskolion, Electric Russian, Rogue Hobbit: Thanks to all of you for continuing to read. I'm glad that you still like my stuff.

Fantasy Dreamer: I see you put me on your favorite authors list. Thanks! Glad you like the story. Check out my other ones if you please. They're mostly romance, but everyone who read them seemed to like them.

Lurch3106: Yes, I'll still be doing another story (or possibly a lot more, but don't get your hopes up) set in the Ever After-verse. I just don't know when I'll be doing it. It's a story line that I like a lot, so I want to take my time with it. In a little while, let's just say that for now.

All right, on to the story. . .

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Kurt stooped low, moving carefully so as not to hit any of the live wires above him with his head. Looking down at his gun, he frowned. Nothing was showing on what Kurt was sure was a sonar, or a radar. It looked the same. Small semi-circles emanating from one point, seeming to sweep over the area in front of him. Kurt hated the gun. He hated the way it looked. He hated the way it smelled. He hated the way it smelt. However, Scott was right, and they didn't know what they would be facing in this place that Kurt was beginning to believe really was Hell.

Scott felt the same way about the guns and their surroundings. He found himself hating his mutation in this setting. His ruby quartz visor made him see everything in shades of red, and it was difficult to see when there was next to no light. Add to this the fact that the hall was covered in smoke and flashing lights, and his vision pretty much sucked. He kept close to Kurt, so as to copy Kurt's movement.

"Okay, so first, we're in the never ending forest. Now, we're in the never ending hallway." Scott said.

"Jah. And I get ze veird feeling zat ve haff been valking in circles." Kurt said.

"Yeah, no kidding. And let me tell you something. If I have to listen to that clapping anymore, I'm going to kill someone." Scott said, gritting his teeth when the sound of applause increased.

"Vell, whoever it is, at least their excited about it." Kurt said, stooping to avoid a low hanging duct.

Through the applause, Kurt heard another sound. Looking down at the instrument on his gun, Kurt saw that the little semi-circles were picking something up.

"Um, Scott, my. . .radar. . .is picking somezing up." Kurt said.

Scott looked down at his gun. He could barely see the screen, but he could hear the "boop, boop, boop" of the machine.

"Okay. What can you see?" Scott asked.

Kurt looked down the hallway.

"Vell, it looks like more of the same. Almost as if ve are just valking in circles." Kurt said.

"Okay, do you see anything coming this way?" Scott asked.

"No." Kurt said, looking down at his gun. "According to zis zing, it's about fifty meters avay."

"Okay. This is what we're going to do. We're going to double back, look for another door, a hallway, anything."

"Forty meters." Kurt said before he was dragged backwards by Scott. He continued to point the gun behind him, looking over his shoulder to read the machine. "Zirty five meters, Scott!"

"It's chasing us!" Scott yelled to be heard above the applause.

"Jah, I know!" Kurt yelled. He looked over his shoulder and saw. . .some kind of. . .electrical spark down the hallway. "I zink zat I saw somezing."

"Keep running!" Scott yelled.

The two ran down the hall, away from whatever it was that Kurt thought he had seen. The machines on their guns continued to make noises, and Kurt looked over his shoulder to read it again.

"Mein Gott! Fifteen meters!" Kurt yelled.

"What is it?" Scott yelled back.

Kurt looked over his shoulder again, and saw what looked like electrical arcs running across the hallway. But in the center. . .well. . .it seemed to take a shape. It didn't look solid. It looked as if it were made up entirely of the blue electricity that it sent out from what Kurt took for its body. It was in the shape of a praying mantis, with two arms and two bent legs. It had huge eyes, looking as if they were made of mirror. It was easily ten feet tall. And everything that its body touched arced with electricity, and the steel of the hallway melted.

"I don't know vhat it is!" Kurt yelled.

Scott skid to a halt and turned around, his hand at his visor. As soon as he was facing it, the entire creature let off a glow that flared in his ruby quartz vision. Instinctively, Scott pressed the button on the side of his visor. Kurt watched as the beam flew toward the creature, and then right through it. The creature looked down, watching the beam move through its "body," and then turned its attention back to Kurt and Scott. And then it began to move forward much more quickly.

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Professor Xavier rubbed his eyes. He was extremely tired. He had called Kurt's parents yesterday. Xavier had never before had to tell parents that their child had passed away. It wasn't an experience that he was looking forward to having to do again. Suddenly, there was a knock on his door, and Xavier felt a strange presence on the other side. Something that he had never felt before. Along with this other person was Bobby.

"Please, come in." Xavier said.

Xavier watched as the door opened, and Bobby walked in with an older man. This man had something akin to a star like brightness in one of his eyes, and Xavier couldn't help but notice three fingers and one thumb on each hand instead of the usual four fingers and one thumb. Xavier probed his mind, a light scan, just to determine what danger could arise from this man entering his office. When Xavier felt certain that his intentions were good and noble, Xavier smiled at him.

"Hello. I believe that your name is Longshot?" Xavier said.

Longshot tilted his head to one side, blinking out of confusion.

"How did you know that?" Longshot asked.

"You're not the only one with gifts and talents." Xavier said.

"All right." Longshot said, smiling. "Fair enough. Listen, I've come to warn you, and possibly help you. I believe you are missing two children?"

"Yes. Can I interrupt you for a moment? Bobby?" Xavier said, turning his attention to Bobby Drake. "Please, gather the X-Men and the New Mutants. Have them meet Longshot and I in the library in twenty minutes.

Bobby nodded, and promptly left the room.

"Now, Longshot, tell me what is going on here." Xavier said.

Longshot nodded, and took a seat across from Xavier.

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Bobby ran down the hallways, knocking on every door, making all the noise that he could.

"Get up! Everyone! Get to the library! Meeting in twenty minutes!" He screamed.

Heads began to pop out of rooms, watching Bobby run off before shaking their heads. There had to be a better way of letting people know about a meeting, they thought. Bobby ran through the boys' and girls' floors, the kitchen, the rec room, the danger room, everywhere that he could think of. The only two people that he hadn't found to tell about the meeting yet were Kitty and Jean. He hadn't seen either of them. Running towards the garden outside, he noticed the two of them sitting alone on a bench. With his heart lighter than it had been in days, Bobby yelled out to them.

"Hey, ladies! Your fellas aren't dead yet! Meeting in the library in about ten more minutes!" Bobby yelled at them from an open door before returning inside.

His words had a wondrous effect on the two girls. Jean and Kitty both sat in astonishment at his words before Jean broke down crying. Kitty held onto her, choking back her own tears of happiness before she began to giggle. Jean looked up at Kitty, her smile dazzling even underneath the tears.

"Maybe we should, like, go inside?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah. And I swear to God, if this is one of his pranks. . ." Jean began.

"We'll kill him together." Kitty said as the two got up to walk inside.

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Scott shot out repeatedly, not bothering to see if he was hitting what he was aiming for. Kurt stood to the side, feeling powerless to help his friend. He found himself wishing that he had a better mutation. Scott's mutation had given him an offensive power. Kurt had a mutation giving him a defensive power, which is why he spent more time training than Scott did. Kurt had to be taught how to fight and handle most weaponry. Looking down at the gun in his hands, he still felt scared to use it. But seeing as how the monstrosity was rushing at them, he had no choice. It was either let the thing live to kill him and his best friend, or use the gun and kill it.

Scott realized what Kurt was doing a split-second before he actually did. Kurt pulled the trigger, expecting automatic rounds to pump out of the muzzle. What he got in reality surprised him. A hot, liquid like material shot out at the creature, forming and becoming hard wherever it touched. The end of the hallway began to get smaller due to the material forming a barrier between Kurt, Scott and the creature. Whether or not the creature was angry, Kurt would never know. Its physiology didn't have the tools necessary to generate sound. But he could tell from the way that it began to squeal, crack, and arc that it wasn't necessarily pleased.

The material, Kurt figured out, must have been rubber, or a material like it. He sealed off the section of the hallway in front of them with the material, forming a thicker barrier. Then, an idea struck him, and he turned to Scott.

"Scott, stay here" he said, and then vanished.

Kurt reappeared on the other side of the barrier, about thirty feet away from the thing. It turned at the sound of his "bamf," and rushed at him. Kurt brought the barrel of his gun up and shot at it. It moved backward, while Kurt moved forward, forcing it back towards the barrier. It reached that wall, and then turned back towards Kurt, who was forming another barrier to isolate the creature by itself, effectively trapping it between to solid walls of rubber. Kurt finally finished, marveling at the gun again. The sonar/radar didn't pick the creature up anymore, and Kurt wondered if it had been neutralized. Looking around, he teleported back to where he had left Scott.

But Scott wasn't there anymore.

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Major Domo moved quickly into his boss's office. This room was wired into every network that was currently sending out a signal. The walls and ceiling were all covered with televisions and monitors, showing what every network was currently showing. Sitting in the middle of the room was his boss, and Major Domo took a seat at his side.

The being next to Major called himself Mojo. His skin was a sickly, bright shade of yellow. He was morbidly obese, even by the standards of his own race. He sat on a platform of metal legs, which he controlled, since he could not support himself. He didn't have a spine, and his race was referred to as "the spineless ones." His eyes were permanently open due to a device he had installed so that he would never have to sleep. Wires and cords protruded from the back of his head to the plat form on which he sat. This was Major Domo's boss. This was the ruler of the world, which he had dubbed. . .the Mojoverse.

"Have you found me more of these heroes?" Mojo asked without even looking away from the screen he was currently watching.

"Our investors meeting proved successful, and we are currently rebuilding the technology with which. . ."

"Fine, fine, fine!" Mojo yelled. "And Longshot? What about my little Longshot?"

"Longshot. . .we have been unable to locate."

"He stole the machine, right?" Mojo demanded.

"Well, yes, Sir, he did, but. . ."

"Shut up!" Mojo screamed, his platform moving him away from Major. It scuttled like a spider. "Don't worry about building another one."

"Um, why not, Sir?" Major asked, confused.

"Because I can almost guarantee that my little Longshot took a little trip to get some help in freeing these two!" Mojo screamed, pointing at a screen that currently showed Kurt.

Major looked at the screen, confused.

"Where is the other one?" Major asked.

"I had him moved to another studio." Mojo said, bringing his spider like fingers together.

"You. . .you moved him?" Major asked.

"Yeah. I did. Two shows are better than one." Mojo said.

"But, now you'll be splitting the ratings in half." Major said.

"Major Domo, don't be so stupid. Do you really think that I got to where I am by making stupid mistakes?"

"No, Sir, I suppose not." Major said, looking down at his feet.

"We're talking crossover pretty soon, buddy-roo! The two shows will meet again, and so will those two!" Mojo said, his smile growing while he pointed at the screen. "If they survive that long."

"And Longshot?" Major asked.

"I have a feeling that he'll be bringing more of these "heroes" to us." Mojo said.

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The young mutants gathered in the library, whispering excitedly to each other. The rumor that Scott and Kurt were not dead was rapidly circulating around the room. Logan, Ororo and Hank sat on the other side of the room, wondering if this meeting would entail a rescue mission. Everyone wanted to know about the stranger, Longshot. Then the doors opened, and Xavier wheeled in with Longshot at his side. All the students of the Institute, faced forward, waiting to hear the news.

"I see that everyone is here. Good. Well, not everyone. We're still missing Scott and Kurt. The good news, however, is that I now know where they are." Xavier said.

The rest of the teens erupted into applause.

"Calm down, please, calm down. We need to send them help immediately. But this mission will not be easy. Not at all. You see, children, Scott and Kurt are trapped in something of an alternate dimension."

"An alternate dimension?" Jean asked.

"Yes, Jean. A plane of existence different from our own. An entire universe, which Longshot here has told me is called the Mojoverse. Longshot, will you please explain to the rest what you have already told me?"

"Yes, Professor. Hello, everyone." Longshot said, addressing the teens and the other adults. "My name is Longshot. I'm a synthetic humanoid, created by the ruler of the Mojoverse. His name is Mojo, and he named our plane of existence after himself. In my world, control is measured by viewers. Entertainment is control. Whoever has the hit show on television remains at the top of the food chain. And Mojo has been the reigning tyrant for as long as anyone can remember."

Longshot took a breath before continuing. Everyone's eyes were glued to him.

"Mojo created me to star in one of his shows. I was his top entertainer before I wanted something better for myself and escaped. He's been after me ever since. A small resistance movement has begun, trying to give control back to the people. But they seem to be too stupid to want control. They sit there in giant stadiums, oblivious to anything but the television screens. They're simply fuel for Mojo's fire. Anyhow, as near as I can figure it, Mojo's people created a machine to. . .abduct beings from other dimensions. From other planes of reality. That is what I think happened to your two friends. I believe, no, I know, that they are currently being used in Mojo's new "reality programming" television shows."

"So. . .what? They're being forced to live in a house together?" Evan asked, and then burst into laughter. "Or are they being paid to eat bugs? Or what about this?!? They are living on an island for a month, voting other people off. . ."

"No, Mojo's trying to kill them off on live television." Longshot said, cutting Evan off.

"What do you mean?" Kitty asked, feeling a chill run down her spine.

"They are being led into different sound stages, and then forced to battle with various creatures of our world. And let me tell you something. My world is no friendly place." Longshot said.

"Okay, enough talk, Bub. How do we get to this Mojoverse?" Logan asked, standing up.

"According to the scientists in the resistance, this device can transport up to seven people at a time." Longshot said.

"Yes, and it is time to decide who is going." Xavier voiced from behind Longshot, who stepped back to acknowledge him. "Students, I am sending a small team, with Longshot, on a rescue mission to bring back Kurt and Scott.

"Whoever goes, I warn you, it's not an easy journey, and once you're there, you're in a very, very, VERY hostile environment." Longshot warned.

"I'll go." Kitty and Jean said immediately.

"Yes, I think that's a wise choice." Xavier said. "Logan and Ororo, you'll both be going, too."

"Us four and Pretty boy there make five, Charles." Logan said, motioning to Longshot when he said Pretty Boy. "We need two more."

"Bobby will be joining you, as will you, Marie." Xavier said.

"About time ya'll noticed Ah'm here. Kurt is mah little brothah aftah all." Marie said, sitting in a chair next to Bobby.

"Indeed. Now, you will all be leaving within the hour. I recommend you all get ready. Hank, will you join Longshot and myself down in your lab?" Xavier asked.

"Certainly, Professor." Hank said, following them into the hall.

The library erupted into noise after they had left. Kurt and Scott were alive! They needed to be rescued! Everyone wished those who were going "good luck," and then departed.

"You all have five minutes to get ready." Logan said, striding out of the room.

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Scott woke up, taking in his surroundings.

"Oh, shit." He said silently.

He was in the middle of an immense graveyard

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"Scott! Scott, vhere are you?" Kurt screamed again and again.

Scott had been missing for nearly half an hour, and Kurt was now certain that this hallway was just one long circle. He had passed the barrier that he had trapped that monster in twice now. All the hallways were dead ends, and all of the door seemed to be locked. Kurt was close to giving up, curling in a fetal position and crying when it happened. He paused for a moment, listening to this new sound. It was a hiss, like air moving through a tube. Kurt turned back and forth, trying to determine where the sound was coming from. The problem was, it seemed to be coming from everywhere. He noticed too late that something smelled funny, and then he crumbled to the ground, knocked out.

Two figures came out of one of the locked doors, each wearing something akin to a gas mask. The two figures stooped low to the ground and picked up the unconscious body of Kurt Wagner.

"Time to get this one into studio one, according to the report." One of them said to the other.

"I guess he's the viewer's favorite?" asked the other one.

"Guess so." The first one answered.

Together they took Kurt out of the door from which they had entered.

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Hank looked at the machine on the table, going over the plans that Longshot's scientist friends had drawn up. It didn't seem beyond the science of this world, and Hank was sure that he could build another one.

"No problem." Hank said.

"You're sure?" Xavier asked.

"Almost positive. I mean, there are changes that I'll have to make, but the substitutions should work just as well as the originals from Longshot's world." Hank McCoy said.

"Good. Good." Xavier turned to Longshot. "This way, in case you and the first team fail, a second team and myself will come after you."

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So there's chapter four. I had to give at least a little bit of background on Mojo and the Mojoverse, because I realize that some of you may be a little too young to remember, and others have just never read the comics with Mojo in them. Anyhow, hope you liked the chapter, and I think I've decided to have hints of Kurtty and Jott. But just hints. Nothing big. Detracts from the action. Anyhow, there ya go. I may change my mind, just so's ya know!

Later.