A Short Wait

"Well this is a fine mess!" Logan paced back and forth across the desk. "Now we're stuck like this for the next hour and a half!"

"So what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" John asked.

"I think the first thing we should do is put you guys somewhere where you won't get stepped on," Kitty said.

"Well this desk seems to be satisfactory," Xavier commented.

Just then the pen in the penholder on the desk slipped and started to roll towards them. "AGGGH!" Logan shouted as it rolled onto his foot. "OW!"

"Are you okay?" Kitty took it off.

"The damn thing felt like it weighed over a hundred pounds, what do you think?" Logan snapped at her.

"Oh yes I keep forgetting it does that occasionally…" Xavier sighed.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else?" Ororo suggested.

"Anywhere but the bathroom," Hank moaned. "I don't want to end up going down a drain or something."

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up…" Mr. Small moaned.

"I've got it!" Tabitha said. "We'll take 'em to my room! Come on!" She picked up Logan. "Come on Wolvie!"

"Now hold on a minute!" Logan struggled in her grip. "I'm not going out like this!"

"Yeah he's got enough height issues," John snickered.

"You're going to end up a few more inches shorter if you keep that up!" Logan shook a tiny fist at him.

"Come on Little Wolvie," Tabitha said. "Everyone else is watching TV downstairs anyway. There's some kind of reality TV marathon going on that's keeping 'em busy."

"Oh yeah the American Idol vs. Survivor Kickboxing special," Kitty nodded.

"Kickboxing?" Warren asked as he perched on Kitty's shoulder.

"Well actually it's just an excuse to beat up Simon Cowell," Sam said. "I got a glimpse of it earlier. I had no idea Paula Abdul had such a strong left hook!"

"That does sound entertaining," Hank had managed to climb up on Kitty's other shoulder. "Perhaps…"

"No we don't!" Warren snapped. "Don't listen to him Kitty!"

"Oh don't be such a wuss!" Hank snapped. "Do it Kitty!"

"This is like so surreal," Kitty moaned.

"Come on," Tabitha took them to her room. "Here we go. This should do nicely."

She pulled a large dollhouse from her closet.

"You have got to be kidding me," Logan groaned as he looked at it.

"Where did you get this in the first place?" Ororo asked.

"Well Speedy got it for me a while back while we were in the Brotherhood house and we used to…" Tabitha began.

"STOP!" Logan held up his hands as he was placed inside. "I don't want to know what depraved things you did with Quicksilver with this!"

"It's not so bad," Xavier looked around. "But it's not wheelchair accessible."

"Hey is that a racecar in there?" Mr. Small pointed.

"Sure," Tabitha pulled out a pink Barbie racecar. "It's even got batteries."

"Hey! Let's go for a ride!" Mr. Small shouted. Everyone looked at him. "What? I've always wanted a pink racecar? And since I can't exactly do my job like this I might as well have some fun."

"You know he's got a point," John pointed out.

"Pink ain't exactly my color but at least it's a car," Logan said. "I wonder how fast this baby goes?"

"We could go for a test drive," Hank remarked.

"NO TEST DRIVE!" Scott snapped. "We don't need anybody getting lost or anything!"

"That is not going to happen," Hank told him. "We're just gonna drive around the room a bit."

"Fine why not?" Scott groaned. "Tabitha keep an eye on them. The rest of us need to have a talk for a second." They went into the hallway. "Okay, Kurt and Kitty you two go down to Forge's lab and try to help him fix the ray. And make sure he understands that he needs to finish this as soon as possible!"

"Got it," Kurt nodded. He teleported with Kitty.

"Sam I want you to go downstairs and tell everyone to stay in one room until this whole mess is over," Scott said. "That way no one will accidentally come upstairs and step on any of them. The last thing we need is a squashed IRS agent!"

"Got it," Sam nodded. "But what do I say when they ask me why?"

"Just say the adults are in a meeting and don't want to be disturbed for any reason," Jean told him. "You can say the IRS agent is with them and things aren't looking good."

"Understatement of the year," Scott groaned.

"So if they really want to help tell them to stay and watch TV in the living room for the rest of the afternoon and not go anywhere upstairs," Jean said.

"Yeah I think they'll handle that," Sam nodded. "When I last saw 'em they were cheering Rupert on as he was chasing Boston Rob with his fishing spear." He went downstairs.

"You know you'd think I'd be used to these kind of things by now," Scott groaned as he ran his hand through his hair. "How do we get into these types of situations?"

"Well don't worry Scott," Jean put her hand on his shoulder. "Soon Forge will fix the problem, everyone will be the right size again and then the adults will kill Forge and everything will be fine."

"You're right," Scott said. "At least things are under control now."

"OUTTA THE WAY!" Logan honked the horn as the tiny car sped through their legs. "COMING THROUGH!"

"WHOA!" Scott yelped. This action caused Scott to fall on his behind. "What the…?"

"Hey wait for me!" Warren flew by them quickly. Soon they were out of sight.

"TABITHA!" Jean shouted as they ran back into the room. Only Ororo could be seen with Tabitha, perched on her shoulder.

"Uh guys," Tabitha gulped. "We have a problem…"

"No kidding! What part of 'keep an eye on them' didn't you understand?" Scott shouted.

"It wasn't my fault! I got distracted and the next thing I knew Badger and the others took off!" Tabitha snapped.

"Logan drove off with Mr. Small, Hank and John," Ororo told them. "They wanted to test drive the car and said that this room wasn't much of a challenge. Warren flew off after them."

"So it's just you and the Professor?" Jean asked.

"Not exactly…" Ororo groaned.

"HELLLLLLLPPPP!" Xavier screamed as Lockheed flew through the window. Lockheed was carrying the Professor by holding onto his jacket with his teeth. "LOCKHEED I AM NOT A TOY!" He flew out the door.

"That's what distracted me," Tabitha pointed out.

"Oh no…" Jean gulped. "LOCKHEED NO! BAD DRAGON!"

"Jean get his wheelchair," Ororo ordered as she flew up to her. "We're going after them. Scott you find the others before this situation gets any worse!"

"It's a bit late for that!" Tabitha remarked. "Besides how could it get much worse?"

Next: Guess who comes over to play? You got it, the Misfits show up!