Title: Strangers with Candy

Summary: The Acolytes attempt to gain new members into their supreme team by kidnapping Xavier's new recruits. Unfortunately, this does not go very well.

Disclaimer- I do not own Xmen.

Notes- I deleted the interlude because I felt like it, so ha. This is a normal chapter, yes. And umm yah.

Notes2- Sorry for not updating in so long, I don't have an excuse, I was just lazy and didn't update. Sorry! I hope this semi makes up for it, please forgive me. Please don't hate me forever.

Notes3- Tearra, whom I co-own this account with, has started a fic called Squirrels for ship. She asked me to write every other chapter. So, every even numbered chapter will me by me, Mai. The odd numbered chapters are by Tearra, my bestest friend. Yah, so go read that if you want. w00t.

Notes4- From here on their will be mild Rahne/John. It's going to be a very interesting, and at times funny pairing. You'll see what I mean in this chapter. I hope you like it. I'm the first person to write it, I believe. So I have the honors of naming this pairing. I can't think of anything though, any ideas?

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They were at a local gas station in the middle of nowhere, looking for catnip for Rahne's evil plan. The owner of the store, an old man, had been very excited to get some customers. He hadn't had some of those for a long time. But what did you expect? He had a gas station in the middle of nowhere.

Rahne was looking in one of the aisles, while John was somewhere else looking not for catnip, but for matches or lighters. Wolfsbane picked up a box, looking for some indication as to whether it was what she was looking for or not, and then put it down. In truth, Rahne didn't believe she had ever seen a box of catnip before. Did it even come in a box? What aisle should she look in? So far she had ruled out the frozen foods aisle, but that was all. Then again, the gas station was small so there weren't that many places to look.

"You lookin' for somethin' in particular, miss?"

Rahne turned around to face the asker or the question: the owner of the store. "Er, yes actually. I'm looking for some catnip. Tha' would be where then?"

The store owner's face took on a blank look for a minute before he answered the question, "With the pet supplies, miss." Then he walked away.

Rahne shrugged, and went over to the pet supplies part. She easily found the catnip, and was surprised to see that it look just like a cat toy. Rahne went up to the counter to pay for it.

"What're you doin', shelia?"

Rahne blinked at John, who had followed her to the counter. "I'm payin' for the catnip, lad. What that you are doing? Why are you stuffin' lighters in yer pockets? You need ta pay for that, laddie"

"Oh, dog-girl, you're an Acolyte now. You need to live by the Acolyte way! This means, you don't need to pay for nothing anymore," John said.

"Of course I have to pay! Or else I'd be stealing," Rahne responded automatically.

"It's not stealing. You're just taking what's rightfully yours from the evil humans."

"I'm going to pay now. Where'd that old man get ta, I wonder?" Rahne asked.

"No! You can't pay!" John screamed, and grabbed the catnip from Rahne's hand before running out the door.

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"I'm very disappointed with all of you," Magneto lectured to Piotr, Remy, and Viktor Creed. "Everytime I leave you alone, something breaks, explodes, or dies. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Sorry boss man," the three chorused.

"Especially you Viktor, how old are you? I expected better. And Remy, didn't we discuss being a good babysitter? And Piotr? Why is the window broken? This is the eighth window this week. I'm not made of money, or glass, you know!"

"Sorry boss man," they said again.

"And where are Pyro and Wolfsbane?"

"We don't know, boss man," said Remy.

"Oh, well they'll turn up. As a punishment, I'm going to have to ask you to make dinner tonight. Oh, and tomorrow I expect another mutant to be on my team by the time I get home. I'll be leaving early in the morning to bring my son back from that damned Brotherhood. He'll be staying with us until Wanda calms down," Magneto said before walking away.

"De boss' gay son be stayin' wih us, again?" Remy groaned. "Gambit don't want to entertain dat small mind for one more minute so he better not ask to play Monopoly."

"I hope he doesn't bring any dirty magazines this time," Piotr sniffed.

"Remy liked dos."

"It doesn't sound like you're cooking down there!" Magneto yelled.

"Yes, boss man."

There was a pause where no one said or did anything. Piotr shuffled his feet; Remy looked distantly out the nearby window; and Viktor drooled.

"You know, hommes, Remy got something' to do. He can't be cooking right now, sorry," Remy said quickly, and walked away.

This left Viktor and Piotr. Colossus smiled weakly at Viktor, who was still drooling. "You know, comrade, I think we can trust you to cook today. I mean, I cook almost everyday," Piotr said slowly.

Viktor was not responding, so Piotr took that as a yes and also walked away. So, I guess Sabortooth was going to cook tonight. Let's see how that goes, shall we? Alright.

It looks as if he had just realized exactly what had happened. He was just now registering the fact that he, and only he, would be cooking for the Acolytes. His companions were already gone; Remy probably to gamble, and no one was quite sure were Piotr went on days like this. They could only guess. Viktor's eyes went wide, because he honestly had no idea to cook. But, he realized he had to.

"Maybe there is a cookbook around here somewhere," he said to himself.