"What other choice do we have?" Pyro pushed. "It's the only thing we got, you know? We have to, we don't got a Cerebro, or anything close to that for that matter."

Isabelle looked down at her hands which were folded neatly on the dirty kitchen table. "John…"

"I told you! I hate that name! It is not my name!"

"I'm sorry, Pyro. It's just…well…. Can't we just follow her, and take her when it best suits us?" Isabelle begged.

"I dunno if it would work."

"Can't we try? I don't want to put our son in that sort of d- situation."

Pyro shrugged. "He can take care of himself."

"He's eight!" Isabelle was on the brink of tears.

"But he acts eighteen!" Pyro shouted back at her. She searched the small kitchen for something, anything to make her forget the horrid argument she was in. Anything to make her forget what they were arguing over, but everytime she looked back at Pyro's face.

"Please? For me?" Isabelle begged quietly.

"Fine! But it's not going to be easy! And if does not work… then we're doing what I say. No arguments?"

Isabelle nodded quickly, relieved to have saved her son from an inevitable doom for a few days.

Matt, Kit, and Eric all walked into the Mess Hall, with looks on their faces that could kill. Matt, who was naturally brown haired, was now competing with Kit's hair in the most blonde hair competition and his face was covered with blue polka dots. He like the other three boys had a chin full of stuble, which was unusual, because all of the boys usually were beard-free. Eric's hair was sticking every which way, and was looking sort of green, there were also green circles underneath his eyes. But Kit however was the funniest looking of them all. A giant red ball, much resembling a clown's nose was stuck to his own nose, his lips were bright red, and he was wearing thick eyeliner, mascara, and blush.

The trio waddled awkwardly across the Mess Hall to where Katie, Ming, Sunny and June were all enjoying their breakfast, and giggling.

"Hey, guys? Ever think of shaving?" Sunny asked.

"We couldn't," Eric said, rubbing his chin. "Someone took our shaving cream and sprayed it in our boxers last night when we were sleeping."

The girls burst into a fit of giggles.

"Think this is funny?" Kit asked, clearly irritable.

"Actually, we find it hilarious!" Katie answered her brother without looking up from her pancakes.

Matt turned to June. "How did you do it?"

"A magician never reveals her secret, why should I?" June smiled, turning to him, "Besides, I, didn't do it… Eric did." She said tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. The girls had helped her straighten it that morning, but now she was having a hard time controlling it.

Eric, who had figured out that he had Elmer's green glitter glue in his hair as well with underneathe his eyes realized that he had it good compared to the other boys, decided to be an optimist and laugh it off. "I think it's brilliant, and I think I know how she did it but…"

"We're going to the city today." Kit said finishing his sentence. "And I don't want to go looking like this… We have our dignity to uphold." Kit said, sticking his chest out in the air as if there were medals of honor donned on his torso.

June, Sunny, and Ming all turned to Katie, waiting for the permission to help the Wild Bills. Katie reluctantly nodded. The boys gave silent cheers and then urged the girls to hurry up and finish their breakfasts so that they could fix them up. They polished off the last of their pancakes and then the boys led them up to their room.

"Boys!" Katie barked when they reached the room, then she let out a giggle. "Line up!"

The boys lined up in front of the bunk bed as Katie paced in front of them, inspecting them. "I get to work on my brother, he's gonna be the most irritable." Katie winked at her brother. "Ming work on Matt. June and Sunny, take care of Eric, he's gonna need two people. Elmer's glue is almost impossible to get out. You guys have the bath tub. Ming and I'll take turns with the sink. Everybody, hands in!" Katie motioned for the girls to stick their hands into an imaginary circle, mocking the guys when they play football. "Go, team, go!"

Sunny went into the bathroom to run warm water in the bathtub, but Eric hadn't moved yet, so June decided to wait in the room with him. June walked over to Eric, where Matt had been standing.

"Are you guys really mad at us?" June asked, hoping to start a conversation.

"Nope. Not at all." Eric smiled. "In fact we're proud, that prank was impressive. It's just the routine we go through, you know? After everytime a new kid joins us, and we always go out to the city to celebrate afterwards."

"Could've fooled me." June shrugged.

"That's the point. To make the newbie think that she went over the top. It's all good though. Last year Matt joined us from Germany. He had been at a mutant academy when the government attacked them… anyway, at the academy they had a zoology department… let's just say the girls had a rude awakening the next morning when they found fire ants all in their beds."

June laughed out loud, she brought her hand to her face to cover up the gaping smile.

"Yea, it was pretty funny." Eric agreed. "So, you mind explaining your power."

June glanced over to the bathroom where Sunny was probably waiting for them. "We should prolly check on the bathtub first, but don't worry, we have plenty time to talk."

Eric followed her to the bathroom.

"Bout time ya'll got here. Now, ya boy, git in da tub!" Sunny said in a heavy fake southern accent. June smiled.

"What do you mean?" Eric asked, horrified.

"We have to soak your head." June explained.

"I'm not taking my clothes off!"

"Oh, that's a pity, I wanted to meet your Oscar." Sunny giggled.

"What? Who's Oscar."

June looked at Sunny for the cue.

"You know," Sunny said and then nodded.

"Your Oscar Mayer wiener!" the girls shouted in unison, and then burst out in laughter from the look of Eric's face. Ming who had overheard the conversation next to them dropped the comb she had been working with as she doubled over with laughter.

Thirty minutes later June and Sunny were convinced that they wouldn't be able to get the glue out, and settled on cutting his hair.

"Have you cut hair before?" Sunny asked anxiously.

"Yeah, all the time!" June said reassuringly. Too bad it was only a half-truth. She had cut hair before. Her's, her grandmother's and Eagle's, but she had never cut a guy's hair before. "Don't worry, Eric, I can do it." How hard could it be? "Sunny you work on the glue on his face, give him a total facial!" she added with a squeal.

The pair of them led him to the toilet. He sat down on the closed seat, June sat on the back of the toilet behind him, one of her legs on either side of him, her right hand held the shears. Sunny left the room to go to get her facial stuff.

"So, you mind explaining now? Ororo said that you were in your bed the whole night, she makes nightly rounds sometimes, but how could you?"

"I possess people. I jump into other people's bodies."

"Then you wouldn't be in your bed would you?"

"Only my mind jumps. It's like an out-of-body experience."

"Oh." Eric said. "That's cool. Do you know what I can do?"

"Hold still." June said nonchalantaly.

Eric smiled, even though June couldn't see it, "Yes and no."

"No, I wasn't guessing your power. You need to sit still so I don't put a hole in your skull." June smiled.

"Oh." Eric stopped moving. "I control time. Anything to do with it, I control it."

"Really?" June asked.

Eric turned in his seat to face her, happy with the response he got. "Yeah!"

"Eric! I told you not to move!" June complained. "Now you've got a giant hole in your hair!"

"Oh, oops." Eric looked sheepish. "Well, it doesn't matter. I can fix that. All I have to do is rewind."

A/N: Hey you guys thanks for reading… I though I should let ya'll know that I can promise you some serious action in the next chapter. It's an absolute given…. Everything is gonna be more action-packed from now on… I just had to establish some stuff. Thanks for sticking by me, oh and please review!

Ms. Rockette

P.S. Oh and I think the chapters are gonna start getting longer.