Summary: In a freak arrest Lance and Scott are hand cuffed together. Wanted as drug dealers the pair have to lay low at Professor X's private mansion in the middle of no where with a few lunatics they call friends….Will Scott survive through Christmas? Or will second hand smoke get to him first… Read and find out! "MERRY CHRISTAS!"

"Hey! Kurt! Give me back my home work!" Scott yelled.

"HEHEHEHHE!" The fuzzy blue mutant cackled.

"Kurt!!!!! I spent like three hours on that!"

"I've vot your homevork!"

Remy walked into the front hall and nearly dropped his ciggaratte in hysterics. Scott was on the stairs, trying to jump over onto the chandiler without falling off. Kurt was hanging on his tail, cackling at the obsessive perfection of Scott's homework.

"Remy help me!" Scott growled. "Kurt please! I spent hours on that!"

Remy cackled along with Kurt. "Dat little ting took you hours?"

"Look I need a good grade!"

"Vut Scott….Your vades are perfect!" Kurt giggled.

"Hey blue boy," Remy warned teasingly. "No girly gigglin'."

"You do it all ze time!"

"No!"

"VES!"

"Remy does not giggle!"

"Ves, he does!"

"I don't giggle!"

"Ves you do!"

"Do not."

"Do to."

"Do you have a tooth pick Scott?"

All three male heads turned to see Kitty standing next to scott with a puzzled expression on. She was dressed in a turkey suit with a hand out. "Do you have a tooth pick Scott?"

"No." Scott back away nervously.

Kitty nodded. "The turkey's are going to get you."

"Remy do you have a tooth pick?"

"Sorry, cherie."

"The turkey's shall get you to."

"Kurt do you have a tooth pick?"

"No. Kitty are you alrizht?"

"The turkey's are going to get you to." Kitty wondered out with the same bemused expression on her face.

"Where's the professor!" Scott started to hyper ventilate. "Dear go she's gone insane!"

Slap.

"Get a hold of yourself man!" Remy cackled. "You are such a huge spaz!"

"Am not."

"Are to!"

"Sorr Scott, vut you var!" Kurt giggled again.

"Damn it I'm not a Spaz!" Scott yelled. "And I'll prove it to!"

Remy and Kurt shared an evil grin. "Alrigth den." Remy sauntered over to Scott and casually tossed an arm over his shoulder. "Tonight, midnight. There's a drug meeting at the mall salon. Break in and bring me back some coke."

Scott nearly fainted.

"I ain't gonna use it!"

"Remy!" Scott squeaked. "That's breaking and entering! A drug meeting! For crack!"

"Look you don't need any money." Remy whispered.

"YOU WANT ME TO SLEEP WITH THEM!" Scott screamed.

"Dude he vants you to steal it!" Kurt yelled.

"Steal? Crack! From drug dealers! They've got guns!"

"Dang, Scott where're ya from Mars?" Remy teased. "Seriosuly…I'll give you sometin to pick the lock with, easy! All you gots ta do is met those druggies and steal a bag o coke."

"No. I'm not doing it." Scott growled.

"Scott is a spaz!" Remy laughed. "I knew you wouldn't do it!"

"I am not!"

"Scott is a spaz!"

"Cut it out Remy."

"Scott is a spaz!"

Suddenly Bobby burst into the room. "Holy shit Scott! You're a druggie! I'm so calling all my friends! They've been running out of crack money! You can get it for us fro free!" Then he ran out.

"Zat vas weird." Kurt remarked from the chandiler.

"Scott is a spaz!"

"At least I have morals!"

"Scott is a spaz!"

"Drug dealer!"

"Scott is a spaz!"

"Crack pot!"

"Scott is a spaz!"

"Yeah well yo mamma biatch!"

"Scott never zay zat again."

"Scott is a spaz!"

"Remy!"

"Scott is a spaz!"

"It's illegal!"

"Scott is a spaz! And Bobby's going to tell all his friends that Scot's a drug dealers and toss in peer pressure to the plot because other wise the Arthur couldn't find any other way for Scott to say yes!"

"Remy what are you talking about?"

"Scott is a spaz?"

"Fine! I'll go!" Scot screamed.

"WOOHHOOOO!"

Meanwhile………At the brother hood house.…..

The brother hood was sitting around the tv watching static. Pietro was stretched out on the couch reading, "Chicken soup for the trouble teenage soul." His feet were in Lance's lap, who was to bored to care. Fred was trying to get his yoyo to work and Todd was transfixed with the static.

"You know I took this test in this book and I scored a five. That means I might be upset and I might not be."

"That's what all the tests say dumbass!" Lance snapped. "So people don't sue the books when it's says they're happy and the next day they kill themselves.

"This bites!" Fred growled.

"You know my inner color is silver?" Pietro remarked.

"Having fun trying to find your inner godess?" Lance sneered.

"Keep acting like the tough punk Lance, we're know your bleeding inside."

"Shut up you crack pot speed ass!"

"Who stands our side and smokes?"

"NO!"

"Your going down bitch!" Lance cackled. He attacked Pietro who fell of the couch in fits of giggles.

"NO TICKELING LANCE!"

"Yo Fred do you hear something?"

"PROCLAIM ME YOUR ULTIMATE TICKLE MASTER AND I'LL LET YOU LIVE!"

"Nope."

"NO! LANCE NOT MY TOES! THE TURKEYS"

"Hm….Wanna get some pizza?"

"SAY UNCLE PIETRO!"

"Yeah, but we're flat broke."

"NO! NO! I'LL NEVER SURRENDER TO YOU! I AM THE BUBBLE MASTER!"

"Dang man!"

"NOT UNLESS I TAKE FLUFFY MCSQUEEZERS!"

"NO LANCE NOT FLUFFY MCSQUEEZERS"

"SAY UNCLE!"

"UNCLE! GODDAMN YOU UNCLE!"

Lance grinned in triumph and rolled off Pietro. "I so get bragging rights."

"I am so still the keeper of Fluffy McSqueezers." Pietro gasped.

"Dudes we don't have any money left!" Todd yelled.

"No prob." Lance yawned. "There's a drug meeting tonight, I'll just steal some coke."

"I knew you were a troubled crack pot." Pietro grumbled.

"I don't do crack, I just steal it."

"If you get shot I won't speak with you again."

"Yo, whose Fluffy Mc Squezers?" Todd asked.

"Uh…." Pietro mumbled. "Mylittlerubberturtleandwhenyousqueezeitwater

comesoutandiabuselancewithit!"

"He means," Lance said patiently. "That it's a little rubber turtle and when you squeeze it water shoots out the mouth."

Fred laughed, Todd snickerd, and Pietro went bright red.

"You know Red's not your color," Lance snickered as he swept out of the house.

"BASTARD! He's right….It's my secondary color!"

Later that night……..

Scott was dressed in black pants he'd borrowed from Remy, which were a little long, he'd also stolen the cajun's bulky black combat boots. On top he was wearing a black hoodie over a simple red shirt. Stupid Remy had to dress me up like some stupid punk.

Instead of his glasses he wore contact lenses the professor got him as a Christmas present last year. Scott never put them in, until Remy forced the contacts in, burning down half the mansion. They blamed it on Kitty, who was actually under a hypnosis experiment induced by Jean. The contacts were super expensive and ultra red or something fancy like that, they could also be worn for a very long time as they were super expensive and other reasons Scott didn't understand. But just to be cautious he had his shades on anyway.

He carefully crept around the mall to the front door and to the front door when he spotted someone. ALVERS?!

On the other side of the mall another figure crept to the front door. SUMMERS! What's he doing here…HES ON DRUGS!!!????

"Summers! What the hell are you smoking! Get lost!"

Hello to you to. "I knew you were on crack!"

"None of your business!" Scott hissed. "Now move it so I can get in!"

"Your going to get us both caught!" Lance snarled. "NOW MOVE IT!"

"FREEZE DRUG DEALERS!"

Both tens froze on the spot like deer in the headlight. They turned around to see a man with a mega phone and a very, very bright light shining in their faces.

"I HAVE FIFTY ARMED MEN WITH ME! DROP YOU WEAPONS AND THE CRACK!"

"Look Bozo, I Don't have any weapons!" Lance yelled.

"Neither do I!" Scott said hoarsely. He could feel a hyper ventilation coming on.

"PUT YOUR HADNS UP AND CLOSE YOUR EYES! KID IN RED SHADES TAKE 'EM OFF!" Scott complied. "OTHER KID YOUR EYES AREN'T CLOSED!" Grumbling Lance shut his eyes.

Another cop approached them. "You have the right to remain silent…." Scott winced as a metal cuff closed around his wrist and waited to hear the click on his other wrist, it never came.

Lance felt the metal close around his wrist, it was loose, but not loose enough to wriggle out of. He waited for the man to lock his other hand but he never did.

"DAN YOUR SUPPOSED TO HANDCUF THEIR OWN WRISTS TOGETHER! NOT EACH OTHERS!"

Both teens eyes flew open in instant surprise. They noticed their un cuffed wrist and the other was cuffed. Both sets of eyes followed the linked chain to the others wrist.

"Oh opp!" The cops exclaimed.

Scott and Lance eyed each other in complete horror. Their wrists were chained together….with metal handcuffs.