Thanks to:

Raphaella – I have a nephew with the same name and I call him Scotty-Wotty whenever I wanna hack him off, so I thought I'd translate that!

Todd Fan – If you're fighting with X23, I'm putting £20 on you to win!

LadyEvils – Another Jeance convert, yay! I like the reverse Lance/Scott, it gave me a good idea…look for it soon!

Enfant-Terrible – I have actually said that! But it was actually to horrify the third person in the room. It worked though, so I call it a success!

Archmagus – Scott might run into uncooperative Forge in the final chapter as an evil way to keep him trapped in an alternate dimension…hee hee!

Furygrrl – Yay! PWP Alex/Jean one shot! I'm with your Jean-muse on this one. A Scott/Forge ending isn't in the works I'm afraid but there are several vaguely smutty and disturbing endings I'm toying with ;) And a possible update to TGS!? I'm already getting over-excited and it's not up yet! I'll reread ASOO and see if I can come up with any suggestions for you.

Miss Ginny – I love Evil Forge, it's good Forge who can be kinda difficult to write sometimes. Hmm, that gives me an idea…

TheDreamerLady – Forge and X23, no one actually suggested her and I thought it might be a swerve. I keep remembering that alternate dimensions don't have to be all about the couples and younger, ultra-hormonal Scott was a blast!

Rogue14 – Logan and Scott is coming up…next chapter. Enjoy this one in the meantime!

Heartsyhawk – Weirdly, I was gonna write a therapy fic as a sequel to Power9 but it just didn't wanna fly. It would have been Evan getting the therapy but I'm sure Scott would have showed up in there somewhere!

Diaz F – Ororo will show up in the story at some point although not in the way you might think!

Evil-Bunny-Leader – NOOO! You can't go back to school! I forbid it! Oh well, have as much fun as you can while you're there and you can catch up with the other chapters when you get home.

Author Note: This is a pretty short chapter, forgiveness please!

Disclaimer: I broke the disclaimer while stumbling around drunk. Oops.

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Scott realised that there were arms wrapped around him, a warm body snuggled against his back. He tried surreptitiously to slip from the embrace but he was caught tight. Time for evasive action. He lifted one of the arms from off him and began to edge forward.

"Where are you going?"

"GAAAH!" Scott rolled over and came face-to-face with the one person he needed to help him get out of this universe.

"What you screaming bout?" asked Forge sleepily.

"Uh, nothing." Scott flopped back onto the bed and considered his options.

Forge began to play with the hair on Scott's chest. "I was thinking sweetie, maybe we should have a dinner party."

"Dinner party?"

"Yeah!" Forge sat up excitedly. "I could serve my famous fat-free pasta! And you could wear the reindeer sweater my mom knitted for you!"

"Uh…"

"We'd have to be careful with the guest list of course. Lance and Logan obviously, they're just too funny!"

"Lance and Logan?"

"Kurt and Tabby are a must, we don't want any bombs in the letterbox do we? And I suppose we'll have to invite Jean but I wish she wouldn't bring Todd with her, he's such a messy eater and he got slime all over my best china."

"Uh…"

"You don't seem to excited about this darling. You usually love dinner parties! Remember the last one when you taught Fred to Macarena?"

"Um. Forge, there's something I have to tell you."

"Oh no, you bought those yellow pants that make your ass look enormous didn't you?"

"Not quite. Look, I'm not the Scott you think I am. I'm from another dimension and you sent me here with your trans-dimensional gun."

"Well, you know how excited I get when we argue."

"It wasn't quite like that."

"So tell me about it." Forge lay back on the bed and smiled lazily at Scott. "You always were a wonderful storyteller."

"Uh, in my dimension I'm going out with Jean…"

"That hussy! What's she got that I haven't?"

"Boobs?"

"Typical." Forge got out of bed and found a pair of pants. "In any dimension, you're still thoughtless. That iron was the perfect example. . ."

"I'm sorry! But I've been through so many crazy dimensions, you wouldn't believe how many times I've woken up to strange people…"

"I thought you loved me, you slut!"

"Wait!" Scott jumped hurriedly out of bed. "I'm sure the Scott in this dimension is, uh, is in love with you. But I'm not him. If you sent me home he'd come back and you could have your dinner party. Are these my pants?"

"Do you know anyone else who wears burgundy after August?"

"Right. Look, the sooner you send me home, the sooner you'll have your own Scott back."

"I'm not sure. You lay all this on me then expect me to help you?"

"Yes?"

"Well think again. My trans-dimensional device is not at your disposal whenever you want. I'm surprised we even used it. It's not perfected yet."

"Don't I know it." Scott tried to look sincere. "I'm sorry I hurt your feelings but I bet the Scott here wouldn't keep any secrets from you and I need your help."

Forge tried to keep his expression stern but failed. "Oh Scotty, you know I can't resist that face! I'll help you if I can."

He went over to the bed and pulled the trans-dimensional gun out from beneath it. "Which universe did you say you were from?"

"The one where I'm dating Jean, Kurt's dating Amanda, Lance is dating Kitty and you're not dating anyone."

"Figures." Forge messed with the gun. "You sure you want to go back to that universe? Because I've got some tricks I'll bet she doesn't."

"Thanks, but I'd better not. Jean would kill me!"

"Fine." Forge sniffed. "Just stand still."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Wanna bet?" Forge grinned as he blasted Scott with the gun and watched him disappear. "No one turns me down."