Disclaimer: This is the last chapter, people. Only an epilogue after this. And it's only half a page long. I must thank my few reviewers for their support. The upside is that I got more reviews than I have chapters. But, don't worry!!!!!! Never fear!!!!!!!! My sequel is coming. And if you want to read the sequel, YOU HAVE TO READ THIS FIRST. Very important rule, here. There are important things in this story that need to be known for the sequel. (disappears mysteriously)

Jean stared around at all the full hospital beds in the medical center. She felt bad for putting the students in so much danger, but she knew that if it hadn't been for them, they wouldn't have won the battle. She moved to Cory's bed. They had managed to find out that his cough was from inhaling Locust's breath, but they hadn't figured out how to cure it yet. Roberto had a bruised bump on his forehead and Sarah had some pretty bad burns on her arms. All they could do for Aaron was put a cast on what was left of his shoulder and wait for the bones to develop. She had bandaged Kyle and Volcano's wounds and had treated Packrat's cuts and burns.

"Dr. Grey," Roberto called from his bed, "When can I leave?"

"You're lucky you didn't get a concussion from that wrench," she replied, "You can leave when I feel you're ready."

Roberto moaned, "Kyle and Max got to leave."

"I only had to bandage them up," Jean explained, "They didn't have to stay and heal."

"How about Sarah, then," Roberto tried again, "You let her leave."

"All she has to do is come to me once a day to give her the Anti-Burn Cream for her arms," Jean told him, "I suppose you can leave. If you be careful."

"Thanks, Dr. Grey," Roberto hopped out of bed, caught a warning glance from Jean, and walked slowly from the medical center.

Reaching the Meal Room, Roberto received a hug from Rahne and greetings from everyone else.

"So, dude," Allen asked when Roberto sat down, "What's it like getting hit in the head with a wrench?"

"Uh, it's, um, really nice, Allen," Roberto said, giving Allen a weird look.

"Really!? That's what it was like 'boardin' down the roof," Allen smiled bringing back his memory.

"How's my brother doing?" Shawn asked him.

"I dunno," Roberto responded, "He looks the same as he always does except with a cast on his shoulder."

"Think you'll be up for a game of basketball later?" Louis asked, taking a bite of a hoagie.

"I might," Roberto grimaced, "Dr. Grey told me to be careful."

"It feels like the whole Brotherhood fighting, Magneto's hideout collapsing thing never happened," Ruben spit out his thoughts, "Life's back to normal."

Ray stared at him, but didn't say anything.

"Well, I'm off for my visiting hours," Shawn stood up, followed by Melanie. Nightmare glanced up at them.

"So, Steve isn't it?" Sam got Nightmare's attention.

"Uh, yeah, Steve works,"

"What's it like working for Magneto?" Bobby asked.

"It's worthless. You get no money, no happiness, no nothing," Steve answered, "Now that I think about it, I don't remember why I joined in the first place."

The students began to disperse. Xavier watched them from his office doorway. He wheeled himself back into his office to face Lorenzo Romero.

"Are you sure you must leave, Lorenzo?" Xavier asked.

"Sí, señor," Lorenzo answered, "I must find my own way in this world."

"If that's what you want," Xavier assured him, "But remember, if you're ever in need of shelter you can always feel welcome here."

"Gracias, señor," Lorenzo nodded and left the room.

A week later, everyone was out of the medical center. Aaron was allowed to walk around, but still had to wear his cast. They had finally found an cure for Cory's coughing and he was now as healthy as before. At the moment, Jubilee was sitting alone in her room, singing to herself, while listening to her Discman. She heard a voice behind her. She jumped to see Kitty sit down on the bed beside her.

"I didn't hear you come in," Jubilee turned off her Discman, "You scared me."

"Oh, sorry," Kitty apologized, "You know you, like, sing really good."

"I don't know," Jubilee said, flattered, "I don't really pay attention to it."

"It'd be, like, so cool if you sang in a band or something," Kitty said.

"Hmm," Jubilee felt the idea click in her head.

It was lunchtime the next day when Jubilee ran in to give her idea.

"Hey, guys, what do you think..." she was cut off by Allen.

"Dude, there's no such thing as extraterrestrial onions with golden fur."

"That's not what I said," Ruben protested, "I said that I wish Bobby would get rid of his festering socks before the walls rupture."

"Dude, I heard what I heard," Allen insisted.

"Plus, you used a six syllable word," Ray looked amazed, "Congratulations!"

"Allen," Shawn tapped him on the shoulder, "You have a pair of earplugs in your ears."

"Oh, and by the way," Aaron put in, "There are such things as extraterrestrial onions with golden fur, bud."

"Do you guys ever have anything else to talk about than your worthless garbage?" Ray grumbled.

"Let's talk about the Munich Circus!" Kurt exclaimed.

"No, we'll talk about my dream last night," Kitty interrupted, "It had me standing in the kitchen with a tray of burnt muffins. Then, Sam came in and, like, decided to eat one. Then he, like, turned into a flying camel and broke the window. Then Jubilee came in and..."

"Aren't you guys listening!?" Jubilee shouted.

"Whoa, dude!" Allen's eyes widened in amazement, "You just appeared in the dream at this same time! That's so totally awesome!"

"Shut up, Allen," Ray mumbled.

"Guys, I had this idea yesterday," Jubilee continued.

"That reminds me," Aaron cut her short, "Shawn, did we finish that blueprint last night?"

"I believe we did," Shawn responded, "But let's keep that a secret for now. No need for eager eyes."

"Quite right," Aaron agreed.

"Aaarrggghh!" Jubilee gritted her teeth in frustration, "You guys aren't listening!"

"Yes we are," Ruben objected, "See, our ears are wide open."

He took hold of his ears and pulled.

"Anyway," Jubilee started again, "Wouldn't it be cool if we started a band?"

This triggered a number of reactions.

"That would be pretty cool."

Bobby.

"That was your idea?"

Ray.

"Abandoning what?"

Allen.

"That's crazy. So crazy, it just...might...work."

Ruben.

"That is quite an appealing proposal."

Frank.

"I want to play something!"

Shawn.

"You have no musical talent."

Aaron.

"Yes, I do. I play the spoons."

Shawn.

"That's, like, an awesome idea!"

Kitty.

"You should have tryouts or something."

Travis.

"I like to sing."

Melanie.

"I'm musically challenged."

Louis.

"What a great idea!"

Kurt.

"Quiet!"

Jubilee.

Everyone stopped.

"We can have tryouts somewhere and maybe put on a concert or something," Jubilee suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," Aaron said.

"I'll get my spoons," Shawn grinned and rubbed his hands together.

Hank was walking down the hallway when he jumped a good three feet into the air. A deafening blast had just issued from a doorway to his right. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, he saw Allen sitting on a lower bunk with an electric bass. The bass was plugged in to a huge speaker, and as Hank adjusted his glasses he noticed the volume knob was turned all the way up.

"Uh, Allen," Hank walked into the room, "Don't you think you should turn that down a bit?"

"What? And wipe out the whole sense of awesomeness?" Allen stared at Hank unbelievingly, "Dude, you gotta be totally in the flow with the thrill scale."

"Um, ok, but maybe you could turn it down just a...a...a tiny bit," Hank found it difficult to lower his vocabulary to Allen's level.

"Aw, dude, if you really think I should," Allen sighed.

"I think it would be best for everyone," Hank attempted a smile.

"Well, I guess I could nudge the knob a bit," Allen gave in.

"Right," Hank gave a half grin and strode from the room. Kids were so different these days.

Bobby, Louis, Rogue, Kitty and Kurt sat in front of the stage that had been set up that afternoon. They had been selected to be judges for the tryouts. Everyone else who didn't want to try out were spectators. Bobby looked at the list of participants.

"Ok, we're starting guitar tryouts," he said importantly, "Jubilee's first."

Jubilee walked out onto the stage with a neon orange, electric guitar.

"I'm going to sing, too," Jubilee informed them.

"That's fine," Louis nodded.

"I believe the sun should never set upon an argument, I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands. I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you. I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do..." Jubilee continued to sing and play her guitar, while the five judges listened. Kitty recognized the song as "Affirmation" by Savage Garden. Jubilee had played it in their room many times before.

Following Jubilee they had Evan's attempt to play an unrecognizable song. He obviously didn't have any skills as a guitar player. Kurt had decided that he had to take a bathroom break and left in a hurry.

"What was that?!" Ray yelled from the audience, "Anyone here could play better than that!"

"You're right," Evan admitted, "I've never played guitar before."

"That explains everything," Ray said loudly.

"Let's see you try it!" Evan challenged.

"Fine," Ray stood up and walked to the stage.

Evan realized his mistake three seconds after Ray took the guitar from him. Ray had obviously learned to play guitar at a young age, for he began playing as if it was no effort at all.

"That good enough for you?" Ray asked when he was finished.

"Uh, yeah," Bobby said, amazed, "That'll do."

Louis just coughed.

Ray walked backstage to see a group of people waiting for their turn to try out.

"Dude, that was so awesome, I don't even know what to say," Allen was clearly impressed with Ray's guitar skills.

Ray looked around at the other people in line. He spotted Amara near the back of the group.

"What do you play?" he asked her.

"Drums," Amara said calmly.

"Drums? You play drums?" Ray couldn't see Amara playing drums, "No, seriously. What do you play?"

"I told you," Amara looked annoyed, "I play the drums."

"Right," Ray took another look around and went back into the audience.

The five judges continued to listen to the tryouts including Allen's bass exhibition, Ruben's groove on his synthesizer, Cory's harmonica demonstration, "Yoda" sung by Ruben, Travis's singing trial, Ruben's accordion recital, Kyle's trombone arrangement, Melanie's singing audition (which received loud applause from Shawn, who received stares from everyone else), and finishing with Amara playing the drums.

"Anyone else?" Rogue called.

"Ooh, me!" Aaron stood and waved his hands enthusiastically, "Pick me!"

"Me, too!" Shawn did the same while brandishing a pair of spoons.

"Go on stage," Kurt told them, rolling his eyes.

Aaron ran backstage and reappeared with a tenor saxophone. Shawn just stood there looking around, with a dumb-looking grin on his face.

"Are you ready?" Kitty asked them, "Who's going first?"

"I am," Aaron said superiorly.

They all listened as Aaron played a jazzy song with exceptional talent. Shawn was still looking around the room, grinning. When Aaron was done, he gave an over-exaggerated bow and began to walk from the stage. He suddenly realized that Shawn was still on stage.

"Shawn, what are you doing?" Aaron started to walk back towards his brother, "You can't play anything."

"Yes, I can," Shawn objected, "I can play the spoons!"

With that, he tapped the spoons together a few times. Aaron gave a gasp of sarcastic surprise.

"You're a natural!" he exclaimed with mock disbelief, "Now get off the stage!"

"Aww," Shawn lowered his head, "I'm hungry, when's dinner?"

"We'll have the results with you tomorrow," Bobby announced.

"Yeah, after an extremely long sleep," Louis yawned.

Bobby found himself surrounded by people the next morning when he entered the Meal Room.

"Who's in the band?"

"Am I in it?"

"You didn't tryout!"

"Oh, oops."

"What's going on here?!" Scott broke the crowd.

"Hey, Mr. Summers, how's it going?" Shawn asked pleasantly, offering Scott his hand.

"Fine," Scott said, ignoring Shawn's outstretched hand, "Now answer my question. What are you doing?"

"We're asking Bobby about the results," Rahne told him.

"Results of what?" Scott asked suspiciously.

"The tryouts for the band," Roberto explained.

"Band?" Scott's eyebrows lowered.

"Yeah!" Aaron shouted enthusiastically, "You got it!"

"This had better not be a trick," Scott warned and walked away.

"Alright," Bobby said when Scott had left, "Travis is lead singer, Jubilee and Melanie are background singers, oh, and Jubilee plays guitar, too. That brings me to the other guitar. The other guitar player is Ray."

"What?!" Ray shouted, "I didn't even try out!"

"Well, actually, you did," Kurt pointed out, "You went up on stage and played the guitar."

"But, but," Ray couldn't think of anything to get him out of it, "Fine."

"As I was saying," Bobby continued, "Allen's playing bass, Ruben plays the keyboard..."

"Synthesizer," Ruben corrected him.

"Whatever," Bobby rolled his eyes, "And Amara plays the drums."

"Wait a minute," Aaron protested, "What about me?"

"Yeah, we tried out like everyone else," Kyle put in.

"Uh, Aaron, Kyle, and Cory will have to play in only some of the songs," Bobby said, nervously.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Aaron asked skeptically.

"It means that you'll have, uh, how would you explain it..." Bobby scratched his head.

"They'll have a cameo appearance!" Allen blurted.

"That's in movies," Shawn whispered in his ear.

"Oh," Allen seemed to ponder this new piece of information.

"Do you mean that they'll only play in some of the songs?" Ruben asked.

"That's what I said before," Bobby said, slightly irritated.

"I mean, do you mean that they'll only be playing in some of the..." Ruben tried again.

"Shut up, Ruben," Ray muttered.

"I couldn't resist," Ruben chuckled.

"They could have solos or play background," Bobby explicated, "In some of the songs."

"Oh, I get it now," Aaron said.

"He just said what I said," Ruben protested, "Only it was different."

"Whoa," Allen's confusion suddenly overwhelmed him.

"Are you kids getting breakfast, or what?!" Mr. Kamon yelled across the Meal Room, "If you're not hungry, GET OUT!"

Mr. Kamon was back to normal.

Storm walked into the Meal Room.

"You know you have classes today, don't you?" she asked, knowing the answer.

There was an immediate scatter to get out of the Meal Room.

The members of the band had decided to have practice after their classes that day. They all met in the room that they used for tryouts.

"So what are we supposed to be playing?" Ray asked irritably.

"I have a lot of ideas on that," Ruben announced.

"And we already know what they are," Amara said, preventing Ruben from expressing his obvious repertoire of songs.

"Weird Al's not a bad singer," Ruben protested.

"I didn't say that," Amara said defensively, "I just said that we can't have the band playing Weird Al songs throughout the whole concert."

"How about some songs?" Ruben asked innocently.

"Maybe two," Amara gave in, "but that's all."

It seemed to be enough for Ruben, for he let out a yell and danced in a circle for the next few moments.

"So what else would we sing?" Travis asked.

"How about if everyone picks a few songs to play," Melanie suggested.

"Dude, that'll be awesome," Allen smiled, "We'll have a big mix concert."

"Uh, yeah," Ray stared at Allen, "So what do we do now?"

"I guess we can go pick out our songs," Amara shrugged.

Ruben looked up. Everyone had left.

"Hey, I found my songs!" he said to the empty air, "Where'd everyone go?"

A week later, notices began to appear in the hallway stating that the band would have their concert on the last day of the month. Anticipation began to fill the school for the upcoming event.