Thanks to:

Bant – Hey, reviewing your fic was certainly no hardship I enjoyed it! Hope this update is soon enough and hope to have the next chapter up tomorrow night (assuming I get all my homework finished).

Todd Fan – I live in the hen party capital of Britain and trust me, Saturday nights are very scary when they're around! Out of control doesn't even begin to describe it!

TheDreamerLady – The real end of the sentence is in the author note, sorry about that! Glad you liked the hen party.

A Cute But Psycho Bunny – You need to save some pity for the people in the next couple of chapters too! Spooky kinda weirded me out too, I've no idea where she came from!

Rogue14 – Good guess about the end of the sentence! And no, there's something about butt hair that I find strangely repellent…not that I envision Logan's ass on a regular basis, honest!

LadyEvils – Ray ended up on the roller coaster because I wanted at least one of them do have no regrets the next morning! I figured that Jean's had a pretty rough night and she could have a little flash of Evil Jean given the circumstances!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I merely torment them for my own amusement. They plan their revenge daily!

Author Note: Two things. Firstly, apologies to everyone who noticed the unintentional cliffie, FF cut off the end of the sentence! It should have read "Exiting the car and fighting his way through a group of woman who were all inexplicably clucking, he ran into the hotel and pushed the button for the elevator." Still a bit of a cliffie, but not as bad as the mid-sentence thing. Secondly, I'm having some issues with my computer and it seriously needs to get repaired. This will be done probably in the next week or so. If they become too bad, I might not be able to update so don't worry too much about that. I haven't forgotten about it!

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Mystique casually hoisted her unconscious new husband over her shoulder and took him back to their room. Kurt watched them, vaguely disturbed. Surely Pietro couldn't really have married his mother…

Bamf!

He teleported back to his room and found Betsy already getting dressed. She turned and gave him a smile. "Hey Kurt. Sorry, I've got to run. I've got a photo shoot this afternoon and I must look like a hag!"

"You never could," said Kurt. "So…I have to go this afternoon."

"That's a shame," said Betsy. "But I left you a photo of me and my E-mail address. Enjoy!"

"Wait – you're a model? You never said!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm doing here. My parents came along but I snuck out. If I miss this shoot, my life won't be worth living. Mail me. And if you're ever in England, I'll do that thing with your tail you liked so much!"

Betsy blew him a kiss and left the room. Kurt stared after her for a moment then went over to the dresser where she had left the picture and her E-mail. He picked it up and a wide grin appeared on his face. It was a Polaroid she'd obviously taken that morning, wearing her underwear, a smile and nothing else.

"Ha! Just wait 'til the others see what I got in Vegas!"

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"Wake up! It's Sunday lunchtime!"

"Whuh?"

"Logan, we've left the kids alone in Vegas for the entire weekend!"

Logan opened his eyes and sat up in a hurry. "What?"

Storm, dishevelled and panicked, was already searching for her clothes. "I wanted to go check on them yesterday but no, you just had to do it again!"

"Hey, don't blame me for this!" Logan jumped out of bed and rescued his jeans from the overhead fan. "You were the one who dragged me into bed into the first place!"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not…where is my bra?"

"You threw it out of the window."

"That was you!"

"It was not – what happened to my shirt?"

"You are not blaming me for that. You're the one with the claws."

"I sure as hell didn't scratch my own back! Look at the state of this, good thing I've got a healing factor."

"Think it'd get over a bolt of lightning?"

Logan growled and yanked on the ripped shirt. "Those kids better have behaved themselves, that's all I'm saying."

"Relax." Storm rested a hand on his arm. "None of them look over 21. It's not like they can have got drunk and married is it?"

Logan was about to snarl a reply when Ororo's cell phone started ringing. She picked it up, checked the caller ID and winced.

"Hello Charles."

Logan made frantic gestures at her, trying to tell her not to let on that they had no idea what the students had been up to.

"Everything is just fine Charles. No, no one used any powers. It did? Cerebro must be wrong then." She froze, a look of horror creeping over her face. "How many image inducers missing? No, I'm sure the students don't have them. They'll turn up somewhere. Have you looked behind the fridge?"

Logan thought fast. "Uh, 'Ro, Wanda's chasing Toad with hex bolts again!"

"Did you hear that Charles? I have to go before she blows a hole in the wall. We'll see you in a few hours!"

She cut off the call and looked up at Logan worriedly. "There are enough image inducers gone from the Institute for every one of our students and the Brotherhood too!"

"Oh crap." Logan pulled open the door and left Storm hurriedly getting dressed. The first person he ran into was Roberto. A mysteriously aged Roberto. He grabbed the startled boy by the collar.

"OK DaCosta, start talking!"

"I don't know anything! I haven't seen anyone!"

Logan tore the image inducer from his wrist, revealing Roberto's true image. "Who took these? Was it Gambit? Do I get to kill Gambit?"

"No, I got it from, uh, room service!"

Snikt!

"Start talking bub…"

"Logan, put that boy down." Ororo's voice was stern and Logan reluctantly dropped Roberto.

"Where are the others?" she asked.

"I don't know, I haven't seen anyone, honest!"

The elevator pinged, causing all three to look up. Bobby stepped out wearing the shredded remains of his underpants, followed by Sam, Scott and Jean.

"I think we made it before anyone noticed…" Bobby turned and noticed Logan standing menacingly over Roberto. "Uh-oh."

"Bobby, what happened to your clothes?" Ororo was starting to get a headache.

"I, uh, got mugged?"

"And you three?"

"We were shopping!" said Jean quickly.

"With your new image inducers on?"

"Uh…" Jean tried to think of an excuse. "We got them from room service?"

"That one's been tried already," said Roberto.

A door down the corridor opened and a purple-haired girl that none of them recognised stepped out and blinked at the scene.

"Don't mind me," she said in a British accent, trying to step around them.

"Wait a minute!" Ororo stepped in her way. "If we're the only people staying in the hotel, then who are you?"

"Uh, room service!"

"In that outfit?"

"This is Vegas!"

Another door opened and two girls in sparkly bikinis walked out, giggling. The British girl indicated toward them. "See what I mean?"

"Hey, it's those girls that Fred scored with after the boxing match last night!" Sam goggled at the pair. Betsy used the distraction to make her escape.

Logan glared at him. "Boxing match?"

"It was, uh, on the TV and then they, uh, brought him room service!"

"Looks like it," muttered Scott.

Logan shot him a dirty look. "And aren't you two supposed to be the team leaders? Why are all these strange women wandering around the hotel?"

Scott shrugged. "Aren't you two supposed to be the chaperones?"

Logan and Ororo exchanged glances. Logan sighed. "Right, damage control. We know everyone had an inducer. We have to make sure everyone's here and no one did anything stupid. Scott, you and Jean are still single right?"

"We're not stupid y'know," replied Scott.

"So how did you both end up getting arr - umph!" Sam's words were mysteriously cut off when he was hit in the face by a flying plant, one of the many that decorated the hallway.

"Wow, how did that happen?" said Jean innocently.

"Right, let's split up." Logan looked down the hallway. "Scott, Jean, go find the Brotherhood and make them leave behind anything they've tried to steal. Sam, you find the other New Recruits. Bobby, go put some clothes on. 'Ro, you find Kurt and see if Kitty's in her room."

Ororo scowled. "And what exactly are you going to do?"

Snikt!

"I'm going to kill the Cajun."