Thanks to:

Todd Fan – I actually do like Emma although I can understand the dislike. But I find it hard to Evo-ise her.

Heartsyhawk – I'm so glad you said that! This was the hardest chapter I ever did (I've never written canon X-Men before) and I'm glad it turned out OK.

TheDreamerLady – Scott and Emma were doing the mind nasty before Jean died but I thought that might be too confusing so I ignored it. That was so not like Scott!

GoddessOfDarkness – Glad you liked! Jott is the most popular choice for the moment.

Randomnity – I never hold back on my humour fics – that's why they all end up rated 'R'! Commune chapter up now!

Demonestress – I'm glad I could clear up some stuff for you. I love the comics and I've never written canon before.

A. Ceretta – I love Emma but I don't like her with Scott so I guess we have that in common. Scott reduced to tears in the next couple of chapters!

Rogue14 – I missed the comic with the kids. But I really don't want to see them! I liked future baldy Jean though. Hope you like this!

Anc7 – Too sane coz this was based on the comics, but I'm back to warped imagination now – hope you like!

Disclaimer: I don't own. You wouldn't believe what was going on if I owned.

Author Note: OK, back on track now! You may note that this chapter has given the fic an 'R' rating. This is because of the references to drug use. I hope I got the rating right because in the UK no such rating exists! Well, enjoy! And to everyone awaiting the update of 'And I Feel Fine', it will be up tomorrow. I've written it but would like the chance to review it and make sure it's in keeping with the following chapter.

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Scott was more hopeful as he opened his eyes. The X-Men in the previous universe had seemed to know what they were doing, more than any hacked-off Forge or Jean-dating Avalanche. It was far more likely that he was back in his own world than still jumping from dimension to dimension.

But when he looked around, he realised he wasn't back in his own world yet. It was his room in the mansion but his bed seemed to be missing. Instead he was sleeping on what felt like a thin mattress on the bare floor. His walls were painted a bizarre shade of green and there were psychedelic posters on the walls and throw cushions on the floor. It looked like something out of a bad moralistic slasher movie.

The bed on which he lay had at least four duvets on it; only one of them had been covering him. Now one of the other ones moved and Jean emerged from beneath it, blinking sleepily.

"Jean!" Scott threw his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. "I'm home!"

"Home is relative," said Jean, extracting herself from Scott's almost painful grip. "Lighten up."

Scott gave Jean a suspicious look as she grabbed something from the side of the bed. "What do you mean, relative?"

"The whole earth is home," said Jean, turning back with a tobacco tin in hand. "Home is like, a place in your head not a place on the ground man."

"What are you doing?" asked Scott in horror as Jean opened the tin and began rolling what appeared to be a fat, fragrant cigarette. "Is that marijuana?"

"Don't yell man, you're bumming me out." Jean finished rolling the joint and lit it, inhaling deeply.

"Oh my god." Scott buried his head in his hands. "I'm trapped in the sixties!"

"Dude, mellow out. It's not the sixties." Jean smiled lazily. "You want some of this?"

"I don't do drugs," said Scott pompously.

"Since when?"

Scott turned to the other side and his eyes widened as Remy LeBeau surfaced from beneath the blankets. The Cajun smirked at Scott's horrified expression.

"Pass that this way chere if Scott's having one of his mood swings."

Jean passed the joint over to Gambit as Scott spluttered. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"It's not just your bed homme. Though you wouldn't think it the way you sprawl." Gambit inhaled the smoke happily.

"We all share the bed," said Jean earnestly. "Possessions are a distraction Scott, you should share everything in this world. Possessions are bad for your karma."

"Screw karma!" Scott could feel a headache coming on. "When the Professor finds out about this we are so dead. Hell, when Logan finds out we're dead!"

"Some one mention my name?" Logan popped up from beside Remy.

"GAAAAH! Not again!" Scott gazed in horror at all the people who had invaded his bed. "Jean, how are you and I supposed to have a committed relationship if…"

"Commitment?" Jean laughed. "You know how I feel about that word. My body belongs to me, and I choose to share that gift with whomever I want. I'm not another one of your possessions."

"You're acting strangely this morning." Gambit regarded Scott with red-on-black eyes. "That acid Kurt got give you a bad trip?"

"This is insane!" Scott scrambled out of the bed, keeping the sheet wrapped tight around his waist. Unfortunately in doing so he managed to reveal slightly more of Gambit than he felt comfortable seeing. He took a few steps backward, tripped over something warm and furry and landed on his ass.

"Oh, sorry Scott." The wolf he had tripped over transformed into the attractive but underage form of Rahne. "You know I prefer to sleep in wolf form."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I just felt lonely sleeping on my own when I could hear the party going on in here!"

"You snuck in here again?" Rogue's face appeared from the bed on Logan's far side. "How many times, you have to wait until you're old enough or we could all go to jail! And if you brought in that web-cam again, ah'll shove it straight up your rectum!"

"Web-cam?" Scott frowned thoughtfully as he massaged his aching ass. A web-cam was a modern invention, which meant he wasn't trapped in the past. The past would be bad, particularly a past where Forge was still in pre-school, but if he was in a skewed present than maybe Forge was around somewhere.

"Enlighten me, uh, man," he said to Jean. "The Institute is a place for gifted kids…"

"Whoa, Institute? What Institute?" Jean gave him a puzzled look. "I don't believe in Institutions. They're a prison for free thought! Expand your mind!"

"Yeah," said Scott. "This place still belongs to Xavier though?"

"Of course. That's what the sign on the gate says. The Xavier Commune for Free Love."

"Read his mind Jean," said Gambit, sounding bored. "That'll tell us what he's talking about."

"No way! He'll kill my buzz!"

Logan nudged Rogue in the ribs. "You go absorb him."

"I can't move that far," muttered Rogue lazily. "You go absorb him!"

"Already have done."

Scott shuddered. "Look, I need to go find Forge."

Jean grinned. "I knew you were warm for his form!"

"What!?"

"It's so obvious. And you're acting all moody this morning. You've finally decided to do something about it!"

"Uh, no. No. Nothing like that.

"Last time I saw him, he was heading into Storm's room," said Logan. "He took about a pound of peanut butter. I think he's planning to hole up 'til January. No pun intended."

"Urgh!" Scott remembered how much he disliked peanut butter. "No problem, I'll just…knock. Yeah. That'll be fine."

"Bring me back some munchies!" shouted Jean as Scott exited the room and made his way to Storm's. He wondered if they might be playing a joke on him – but no, not all of them, not if it required them being in bed with him.

He knocked at Ororo's door, almost hoping for no response. But the door swung slowly open and he was treated to the sight of a naked Kurt in front of him.

"GAAAH! Kurt! Cover yourself!"

"You never objected before." Kurt turned his back on Scott and swished his tail playfully around Scott's genitalia. Scott screeched and stumbled backward before realising that his only way home was to enter the room and followed Kurt.

The room was dark. He could make out Kurt's silhouette as he walked back to the bed and the whiteness of Storm's hair against the pillow. Apart from that, the room looked like one giant bed with indistinct shapes below.

"Uh…" Scott didn't quite know how to proceed. "Uh, Forge? Are you here?"

The bed moved and some one put their head into view. "Hey Forge? Like, Scott needs you!"

"How romantic," responded a sleepy voice from beside her.

Scott shuddered. "Pietro?"

"Ask me again in an hour," muttered Pietro.

"Forge!" Kitty leant over Pietro and shook the figure beside him. "Wake up!"

"I'm not Forge!" Tabby sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Try again!"

"Oh god…" Scott ran over to the other end of the bed and shook the figure at the end of the bed. "Are you Forge?"

"No Scott, I'm not," replied the Beast. "I believe he's beside me."

"Ug, too gross!" Scott leant over the Beast and shook the figure there. "Forge?"

"Yeah?"

"Oh thank god!" Scott grabbed the boy by the scruff of his neck and yanked him out of the bed. "I need your help!"

"You know man, you could like, ask." Forge rubbed the back of his neck and glared at Scott.

"No time. Put some pants on." Scott averted his gaze from the bed and waited for Forge to get dressed before hustling the boy out of the room.

"What's so urgent?" asked Forge sleepily.

"I'm from another dimension and you sent me here with your trans-dimensional gun – well, kinda – and now I need to get home again?"

"Trans-dimensional gun?"

"Please tell me you invented one."

"Well, I began to but then I got the munchies and then the way my hands moved was so inviting I just forgot about it."

"So just remember it again!" Scott grabbed Forge by his collar and shook him. "You have to get me out of this drug-induced nightmare!"

"I saw it in a dream," said Forge patiently. "I don't know if I can just remember it."

"Try!"

"Fine." Forge went down to the lab and Scott followed him, spending an impatient couple of hours waiting for Forge to get the gun on line. He drew the line at getting the other boy a few joints to help along his thinking.

"I got it dude," said Forge eventually, emerging from the lab with the gun looking less like a pink hairdryer and more like a clinical white blender with add-ons. "Have you home in no time. And maybe we can have our own Scott back, the one who isn't such a bummer."

"Whatever." Scott braced himself to be taken to another dimension.

"You need to mellow out, alternate Scott," continued Forge. "That's why I've done what I've done."

"Wait Forge, what have you done, wait…"

Forge fired the gun and Scott vanished in a flash of light. Forge gaped for a while, just digging the colours.