Thanks to:

Todd Fan – Todd gets the girl, yay!

LadyEvils – There are a couple more weddings on the way and not the people you might expect either :evil grin: Expect Lancitty in the next chapter!

Southern Goth Gal – Sorry sis but you can't hide Pie away from my evil intentions forever! I'm gonna bribe Oreo with tuna or something and then…HAHAHAHA! There will be Romy in either the next chapter or the one after (probably the next chapter). And I'll mail you either tonight or tomorrow…bad Wanda! I've been utterly snowed under by homework.

Heartsyhawk – The new series of CSI was on last night and it gave me some odd ideas as to wedding chapels, so expect a couple more of those underage weddings!

Riderazzo – There will be Lancitty in the next chapter and also probably some Romy (I'm in the unwritten territory there, in the original story I had neither so I'm gonna spin that straight out onto the computer). And my real name is Dani but my sisters call me Wanda because I'm either homicidal or sleeping.

Rogue14 – I think Logan and Storm are gonna have to be dragged out of their rooms (unless they make a surprise appearance during some mayhem…I haven't written the end yet so I don't know! Oh, and I will get to 'R for Revenge' as soon as I can and leave a review there.

Kitty – Glad you liked it! And my real name is Dani (not strictly an X-Man, I think she was in X-Force or X-Factor or similar) but my sisters call me Wanda because of my mood swings. From angry through to psychotic and back again!

Disclaimer: I'm not sick. But I'm not well…

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"Oh man." Scott blinked a few times as the room swam into focus. Everything was tinted red through his shades but that didn't hide the fact that he was in a jail cell. Arrested for public indecency. The Professor was going to go mad. Assuming that Logan left him alive long enough for him to get home. The few hours sleep he'd got in the hideously uncomfortable cell hadn't helped to make things any clearer.

"Scott? Are you awake?" Jean's voice drifted in from the next cell over.

"Yeah, just about." Scott sat up and rubbed his head. "Any idea how we get out of here without calling Logan?"

"Wait." Jean sounded confused. "Look in the cell opposite."

Scott glanced over at the cell and saw the familiar figure lying on the floor snoring.

"Cannonball?"

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Amara woke up feeling cramped and uncomfortable. She was about to roll over when she realised two things. The first was that she wasn't wearing her nightclothes; the second was that there was an arm beneath her neck. Instead of shifting position, she froze.

Uh…who's that?"

"Amara?"

"Tabby?"

"Oh wow."

"Yeah."

A few seconds silence.

"Tabby, could you please move your arm?"

"Um, that's not my arm."

Amara sat up quickly and glanced over at the worried looking Boom-Boom before glancing down at the bed between them. Still smiling in self-satisfaction even in sleep was St John Allerdyce.

Magma voiced the thought for both of them.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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"Hey Sam, wake up!" Scott called across the cell.

"Whuh?" Sam rolled over and squinted at the two X-Men. "What are you two doing in jail?"

"You're in jail too Sam," said Jean.

"I am?" Sam rubbed his eyes blearily and tried to focus. "How did I get here?"

"We don't know Sam," said Jean. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"Uh…there was a boxing match. Then a few of us went to a strip club and we lost Pietro somewhere. Then Roberto said he was gonna sneak backstage and I went to the bar and I think I tripped…next thing I know the whole place was falling down and I was getting arrested!"

"You totalled a strip club?" Jean shook her head in disbelief. "The Professor's gonna stop your allowance for at least a month!"

"And the rest," added Scott. "But that doesn't matter now. We need to get out of here before Logan and Storm find out where we are. Not to mention what the others are getting up to."

Sam finally managed to drag himself to his feet. "So why not just get Jean to dip into the cops minds and persuade them to let us go?"

"That's a good idea," admitted Jean.

"You'd think we'd have thought of that right away," said Scott.

"But we didn't."

"How strange."

"Got that right."

"For crying out loud!" Sam raised his voice and winced at the vibrations going through his head. "Just do it and get us out of here!"