Thanks to:
Lyranfan – A Fred/Scott chapter? I think that can be arranged…
Furygrrl – Ooh, I'll have the cats pee! I've seen that, but never tried it and I was always planning to become a Cat Lady and scare neighbourhood children. Ahem. As to humour, I've unearthed a fic I wrote even before Manipulating which made me laugh and I'm gonna put it up after I finish with this (in tandem with 'And I Feel Fine').
Lizzi – Glad you liked it!
Tara – I'm glad you liked it but I ought to warn you that all the chapters will run on those lines. It's kind of a filler fic. But I will be trying to find new and interesting ways to torment Scott!
A bIg Jott Lover – Scott has to get back to his own world sometime and he's pining for Jean, that's kinda Jott I guess. But I'm putting it to the vote. What the majority want, they'll get!
Rogue14 – I've been asked for a Fred chapter so you know he'll turn up sometime – but not here. Glad I was able to disturb you!
Holy Cow – I love your screen name! And I'm glad you enjoyed the fic (although I bet everyone else in your house isn't!).
LadyEvils – Your idea will be in the next couple of chapters and I too found the idea of Forge and Fred really disturbing!
Raphaella – I liked the idea of Scott suddenly realising he's in bed with a guy, I can just imagine him freaking out!
Todd Fan – Scott's only gonna get more confuddled from here!
Author Note: A bIg Jott Lover got me thinking; the fic could end in several possible ways and I've not decided how yet. I did have an idea for an end that I might go with, or I might be nice to Scott (maybe I've tormented him enough). So when you leave your reviews let me know if you're in favour of Jott or not. I'll bend to reviewer opinion and put up the ending that the majority want to see. I already know how some of you feel (Jott Lover is obviously in favour and I know Fury is heavily against!) but the majority win in this case.
Disclaimer: Forge blasted the disclaimer into another dimension. It could be anywhere.
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Scott was afraid to open his eyes. His last two awakenings hadn't been all that good and he didn't trust anyone who would voluntarily date Fred Dukes to get things right. He reached out a hand and felt around, but it felt as though he was alone in the bed. That at least was a good start. Encouraged, he sat up and looked around.
This wasn't his room. Hell, this wasn't even the mansion! The peeling paint and tiny space suggested the Brotherhood house.
"Goddamn, I should have known Forge would leave me in the wrong dimension!"
"Who are you talking to?"
Scott looked at the door as it opened and Wanda walked into the room, wearing a filmy negligee and not much else. She was also carrying a tray of food and orange juice.
"Brought your breakfast," she continued without waiting for a reply. "It's blueberry that you like isn't it?"
Scott sighed and looked down at the bed. "At least I got the right gender twin this time," he muttered under his breath.
Unfortunately Wanda had very good hearing. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Uh, nothing."
"Nothing my ass!" Wanda threw the tray to the floor and Scott winced at the sound of smashing crockery. "You've been screwing around with my brother haven't you?"
"No!"
"I knew it!" Wanda's hands began to glow blue and Scott leapt out of the bed. "You only pretended to be in love with me so you could get to Pietro!"
"That's not how it was…" Scott's mind went blank. He had no idea what it was like, so he could hardly tell her about defining moments in their relationship. So he spoke the four words he never thought he would say. "I love you Wanda!"
"You lying shit!" Wanda threw a hex-bolt at him and Scott barely got out of the way before she set his ass-hair on fire. "I don't believe you. I let you sleep with me – I let you photograph me you pervert! And all this time you had a hard-on for my brother!"
"I do not!" Scott decided that his best course of action was to run and that's exactly what he did. Ducking past an enraged Wanda, he made it out of the door and down the stairs. Unfortunately, Toad was just walking through the front door.
"Put it away yo! Put it away!"
Scott glanced down and realised he had neglected to put on pants before escaping. For a moment he considered going back for his clothes – then a hex-bolt came thundering down the stairs and he ran out of the front door, ignoring the need for cover.
He got as far as the park before the cold really got to him. It was snowing outside and his feet were freezing. He was more worried about his tackle however. His testes had practically climbed back up into his body. Not to mention the fact he was going to get arrested if he was seen.
He fled to the Institute, seen only by a group of girls in their early teens who jeered and threw snowballs at him until they got tired. Exactly how he was going to get back into the mansion was a problem. For a few minutes Scott debated the wisdom of walking in naked, but then he spied some people heading his way and decided the only way to avoid them was to go inside.
He snuck through the gates and was almost to his room before some one saw him.
"Scott?"
He whirled around and saw Jean heading toward him. Cursing the cold that had shrivelled his penis, he tried to look nonchalant. "Hey Jean. How's it going?"
"Another fight with Wanda?" Jean sighed and averted her eyes. "You should always get dressed before you open your mouth."
"I've gathered that." Scott made another attempt to get into his room, but was disturbed by another person emerging from Jean's room.
"Fred?"
"Of course, who else?" Fred lumbered over to Jean and wrapped his arms around her. "And Scott, you might wanna get dressed. We have a training session in a half hour."
Scott gaped in horror. "You're an X-Man?"
"He's the leader of the X-Men." Jean kissed Fred on the cheek. "Ever since the moment he tried to kidnap me we knew he wasn't cut out to be a bad guy. Wow Scott, Wanda must have hit you really hard this time!"
"I need to go find some pants." Scott went into his room with all the dignity he could muster, which wasn't much after being usurped by the Blob. Finding a pair of jeans, he knew he had to go and speak to Forge again.
That was the problem. Forge couldn't do anything right. Maybe if he brought the gizmo to the mansion the Beast would be able to work on it and hopefully send him back to the right dimension, the world where he and Jean were in love and he was leader of the X-Men and everything was normal.
He walked over to Forge's slowly, thinking over his plan. He'd have to explain everything to Forge again and also to the Beast, but maybe that wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't like they'd know about it when he got back to his own world.
Knocking at Forge's door, he knew he'd have to ask the boy to go to the mansion and work on the gizmo.
"Oh, hi Scott," said Forge as he opened the door. Scott was relieved to see that the reindeer sweater had been replaced. "What are you doing here?"
"You have to get your trans-dimensional device and bring it to the mansion."
"How did you know about that?"
"Look, I'm from another dimension. I had a fight with my girlfriend and came over; we got drunk and decided to test it. So far, I've been in three weird and scary dimensions, been caught wandering the mansion naked twice and Quicksilver kissed me!"
Forge frowned. "You kissed Pietro?"
"No, he kissed me."
"You kissed my Pietro?"
"Uh-oh." Scott noticed Forge's pissed off expression and decided to back away. "Now that you mention it, I don't think it was Pietro. It was Magneto! Yeah, Magneto, not Pietro at all…"
"You bitch!" Forge grabbed the nearest weapon to hand, which just happened to be the trans-dimensional gun that looked like a pink hairdryer with add-ons. "I'll teach you to touch my beloved, you other-dimensional hussy!"
Scott turned and fled but Forge was deceptively fast and blasted at him with the gun. There was a flash of blue light and Scott vanished.
Pietro wandered into the hallway behind Forge and noticed the puddle of melted snow where Scott had previously been standing. "Was that Cyclops you just shot into another dimension?"
"Yeah."
Shaking his head, Pietro let out a sigh. "I bet Wanda blames me for this."