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This is my first fic... well at least that im posting and it reqires your upmost attention, witch is most likely that of a rodent. (note to self remember not to insult readers.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I could stay lost in this moment forever........." Steve Tyler bellowed as the audiance uproared. This was the best part of the job for him, screaming out some words and having girls 53 years younger than him throwing articles of unmentionable clothing at him. But no one knew his grave secret, no one would ever know........... except of course for the author.

In the crowd two people were dancing along with the music. Well I suppose everyone was dancing, but they're just not important. These two people were important because they were loyal students of one, Charles Francis Xavier. So loyal in fact that they snuck out at two a.m., deliberately breaking a few major rules. One, Duh sneaking out, two, stealing the X-van, three, going to a bellowing ancient guy's concert. And last, tying up and gagging a fellow x-men. (They did that one for fun... if they were gonna get screwed for everything they did that night, might as well have fun with it...) Yes, there in the crowd stood none other than Jean Grey and Bobby Drake.

But, unbeknownst (wow, big word) to them or any other of the x-men, there was another unlikely Aerosmith fan amongst (haha another biggie) the crowd. Ohh yes, unbelievable as it may seem, there sitting in his wheelchair was Professor Charles Francis Xavier.

"Muah ha ha" he laughed evilly (quite out of character) " I have disobeyed MY OWN RULES!! I FEEL SO YOUNG!! ALIVE!! MOBILE!! HOT... OR DARE I SAY.. **Wiggles eyebrows** RATHER... SEXY. (All other mind reading mutants at the concert hear this rather putrid thought and in unison shuddered.)

Suddenly Prof. X picked up on a familiar brain pattern. 'NOO!' He thought. 'COULD IT BE???... SCOTT! ..No... Wait... that's impossible. He HAS no brain waves. WELL, in THAT case.. it must be Jean and Bobby...JEAN AND BOBBY????????????? HOLY FRUITCAKES! Scott's gonna bi-otch slap bobby when he finds out about this one. I'll tell him my self.hahaha.'

He followed the few thoughts he detected into the parking lot where he saw Bobby unlocking the door to the X-Van.

"Hold it right the icicle butt!" Bobby studied his hindquarters closely (alittle too closely thought Jean as she analyzed him.) Bobby turned back to stare in confusion at Prof. X.

"D...d..Did you just.... Did you just call me icicle butt?" He stuttered.

"Thats right.. you..you.. Mister I can freeze crap. " He lamely tried to recover in his Dr. Evil type voice. Suddenly, from the back of the X Van, came a loud THUMP.

"WTF?!?" Emma Frost shouted as she exited the concert trying to find where the hell her friggin car was in the mass of junky buicks.

Prof. X had no idea what was kept in the back of that Van, and he wouldn't find out until next chapter. MUAH HA HA!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Well that was fun. Totally random but very fun. This utterly disturbing fanfic was co-written by an utterly disturbed author-Allison. The lady (who is a totally insane yet genius teen) who came up with this is Caroline rori Sarah Bella c-unit (not telling u the last name cuz then u'll stalk her day and night until she writes the next chapter.) Note to people: Caroline has a thing for capital names. It is VERY annoying and she should STOP NOW.