**Apologies. Someone at another site gave me the idea for the ending scene with Nightcrawler. I don't remember who the person was, or I'd give them credit. Anyway, many people asked for a sequel, so here it is! And since you asked for it, let me know what you think in your reviews!**
A blaze of light entered the room and Scott sat up woozily. "Whoa. The colors." He looked up at Jean and waved. "Hi, honey!"
Jean frowned and used her telepathy to knock him out again. His eyes rolled back in his head and he thumped back to the ground.
The blaze of light stopped moving and resolved into a young, attractive, black-haired woman. "Where is that thief, that no good ski-jumping power mad man?"
Juggernaut glared at her. "Hey. I was here first, chick."
She straightened up and sniffed. "Beauty before … whatever you are." She waved a hand, dismissing him. He frowned and held out a huge finger to her when they heard footsteps coming down the hallway and turned toward the door.
Northstar came out of the door marked "Private" and the woman pounced on him. "There you are, voleur des coeurs! You stole Matthieu from me, didn't you?"
The tall, elegant man smirked, straightening his shirt collar and looking disdainfully at her hand on his cashmere sweater. "I don't know what you're talking about, Aurora. We just had a few drinks, and I decided to take him home."
"You stole him from me, too!" The woman aimed a punch at his face, but missed.
He stroked his hair into place. "Jeanne-Marie, I did no such thing. It's not my fault that he has taste and distinction." He dodged her next blow. "Furthermore, you stole Walter from me, didn't you?" He tightened his belt.
The woman posed for a moment, bending one leg in an attractive angle and arching her back. The men whistled and she smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about. He was interested in me from the beginning."
"Payback's just like you, ma chere soeur. A bitch."
"Why … you!" She chased him out the door.
Juggernaut watched all this with a bemused expression. "God, you people are all crazy!" He then shook Jean so hard her teeth rattled and she went limp. "Where's Xavier?"
"Hey. Leave the lady alone." Wolverine casually extended his claws and got up. "She can't answer you if you do that, anyway, buddy."
Jean coughed, sputtered, and then said, "It figures you'd be out here, raising Cain, Jean. Or more appropriately, Cain raising you."
Everyone groaned at the bad joke, Nightcrawler covering his ears. "When will they stop? Make it stop!"
"In any case. Come on back to room three. Storm, you go to room two. Betsy will have to take over your therapy today. Once Emma has finished her couples therapy in room one, Nightcrawler, you may go there and see her." Jean shook her head as the professor withdrew from her and sighed. "I wish he'd use the intercom system once in a while."
Juggernaut dropped Jean to the floor and went through the wall, leaving a perfect cutout behind and shaking the room. Storm followed through the hole he made, with a smug glance at Jean. Wolverine sat down again and opened a Field and Stream from 1984.
Nightcrawler sighed. "As the man said to the vacuum cleaner, can you do anything that doesn't suck?" The sound of an argument reached him, and he moaned. "Liebes Gott, please, not more of this!"
" … left me in Antarctica!"
"Well, who flirts with anything female, even though we're supposed to be together?"
"You the one to talk, chere. You come on to every man you see!"
"That's a lie, swamp rat. Any man over the age of forty or who I know's married I don't waste my time on!"
"Now you lyin', chere. Remy was married, but you didn't stop goin' after him, hein?"
"You didn't tell me you were married at first, you bastard. That's another thing you kept from me. I oughta knock your lights out for that one!"
The quarreling couple came out to the desk, stepping over Scott's unconscious body. Jean was taking a bottle of extra-strength aspirin with a two-liter of Jolt, holding her head. The man was wearing a long black coat and had glowing red eyes. The woman had a streak of white in her red hair and wore a garish yellow and green costume that covered all of her skin from the neck down. Jean looked at them blearily and tried to give her usual perky smile. "Again tomorrow, dears?"
"Yeah." "You bet, chere Jean."
"Why are you callin' her chere? See, you're flirtin' again!"
"At least Remy can flirt."
"All right. That's it." She looked around the room and picked up a chair. "Now, you die, swamp rat."
Remy pouted at her. "Aw, chere, you know you the only one Remy want."
She dropped the chair and opened her arms. "I love you."
"I love you, too." They embraced, Remy facing Jean and the woman facing Wolverine. Remy gave Jean a wink and a lusty stare, and the woman licked her lips, giving Wolverine a good once-over, which he didn't seem to mind.
They left. The only sound was Nightcrawler, praying the rosary in very poor Latin. Jean shook her head. "Nightie, dear, please stop it. My poor head can't take much more."
"Sorry." He looked up as the door opened. A handsome blond man walked through it. He wore a well-tailored business suit, had beautiful white feathered wings, and a peaceful expression. Nightcrawler's mouth fell open and he fell to his knees. The man, seeing this, turned to him, raised his hand as if to say "stop" and proclaimed, "Fear not, for behold, I bring you …"
Nightcrawler fainted. The man raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Well … damn."
