Dandelions: 1000   X-Men: 1

Disclaimer: I think you've got it by now, I don't own them.

Author's Note: Believe it or not it's still going.  Nothing will stop me not even snow!  However it does seem to be slowing me down, oh well, it'll still get finished at some point.  Keep reading, keep reviewing, and keeping laughing at the insanity!

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Chapter 15

*** Outside with Jean ***

            ~* Professor is not going to be happy when he sees this.  I can't believe them, and I don't think I want to see dandelions ever again.  I need to find a better way to weed these.  Wait.  How is it that Scott can be going psycho and Wolverine can destroy half the lawn and the professor hasn't done anything?  He must have only watched for a bit.  I can't blame him, he has better things to do then sit there and monitor us all day.  But if he's not watching…then powers are fair game. *~

            Carefully Jean focused her telekinesis on the dandelions in front of her.  She gave a mental tug and watched as the dandelions lifted from the ground accompanied by all the grass.  Looking down at the dirt that was the only thing left in the lawn Jean flushed red with embarrassment.  She quickly dropped the lawn back into place.

            "Oops, I didn't think I was that good. Maybe no one will notice."

            A breeze gently glided over the loose grass, gathering it into small piles.

            Sighing, Jean started towards the dandelions among the grass, and began collecting them.  As she bent towards them her vision was suddenly covered by bright yellow and green. Jean fell to the ground slightly disoriented brushing off the dandelions that covered her.  Once freed, Jean noticed that all the dandelions, with exception of the ones that had smothered her, had disappeared.  As she turned to look behind her Jean saw Scott running away with a triumphant look.  It reminded her of the way he looked after the X-Men won a battle.

            Picking a stray dandelion from her hair Jean asked herself, "And why am I married to that man?"  Confused and frustrated Jean gathered the pile of weeds in front of her then headed into the mansion.

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            Cyclops looked proudly at the prisoners he had saved.  He beamed at his troops.  Never had Cyclops ever been so proud of the warriors he commanded.  The X-Men never had been so successful in a battle.

            ~* These weeds really know how to fight.  They listen to orders and catch on real quick.  They're just such great fighters; it makes me hate the thought that I'm going to be loosing more of them.  Buck up Cyclops, they're strong they can do this.  You've taught them all you can and now it's time. *~

            "Alright troops, that was some good work out there.  You've proved yourselves to be able to face a stronger foe.  I believe you're now read to face…Wolverine.  Now I don't want any of you going into this fight thinking it's going to be easy.  We're probably going to loose a lot more then the last time.  Wolverine has claws that can take you out in an instant, and I want all of you to avoid them.  Fight hard my yellow soldiers and keep the casualties low.  Lets move out troops and get us another victory."