Thanks to:

Todd Fan – There's a vase behind my fridge. I have no idea why.

A Cute But Psycho Bunny – Logan is about to find Remy and I don't think anyone's gonna be happy when he does – BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

TheDreamerLady – Oh come on! What could Logan do to Gambit:thinks about it: GET GAMBIT OUT OF VEGAS! RUN!

LadyEvils – Tsk, not supposed to be on the computer? You bad girl! I didn't have room for them to find all the kids but a few of the kids are in deep trouble…

Elmo The Cajun Puppet – The warped romance continues! And there will be more!

Riderazzo – I shouldn't be updating now! I have a stack of homework to do before tomorrow – but what the hell. I'd rather be doing this. Hope this update is fast enough!

Rogue14 – It's not Gambit's innocence you should be worried about!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this chapter. But I do own pictures of Pietro in a bathroom!

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Logan considered knocking at Gambit's door and then dismissed the idea. Instead, he used his claws to slice around the lock and a good solid kick had the door wide open in seconds. He stormed in, ready to dismantle the Cajun. He wasn't ready for the sight that greeted him.

"What the hell?"

"Mon dieu!"

"Get outta here Logan!"

Going pale, Logan raced from the room as fast as he could. He had been prepared for glib explanations followed by a fight. He hadn't been prepared for Rogue's ass.

Rogue had yanked the sheet up around her when Logan had walked in. She glared at Gambit. "You've got me in trouble now!"

"Dat was all your doing chere. But you saved Remy from dat madman!"

"Actually, ah think ah just postponed it," said Rogue nervously. "Now he's gonna kill you instead of just maiming you!"

"Hmm…" Gambit got out of bed and looked in the bag he'd packed for the trip. "Maybe he take a bribe?"

Rogue looked at the bottle of Gambit's special super-strong home brew and sighed. "Just when ah thought things couldn't get any worse…"

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Jean knocked on Pietro's door and waited a moment, sure that the boy had brought the purple haired girl back. She had come from this direction. That meant that he would either be sleeping or he'd be dressed already.

The door flew open and Pietro fell out. "Jean! You've got to help me!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Mystique's after me!"

"Mystique? Where?" Jean barely had the time to consider what the boy had said before Mystique emerged from the room.

"GAAAH!" Pietro leapt into Jean's arms. "Help!"

Mystique glowered at Jean. "Put down my husband you tramp!"

"Your what?"

"My husband. We got married last night. We're going to be very happy and have lots and lots of babies!"

"You're not serious?" Jean glanced down at Pietro. "You married her?"

"Hey, she tricked me! She's been after me ever since I first got to Bayville and she followed us here and pretended to be a stripper and then she had me hypnotised!"

"Well, I think you can get the whole thing annulled if it hasn't been consummated."

Mystique smirked. "Too late."

"Urgh!" Jean dropped Pietro in a hurry. "Quicksilver, how could you?"

"I didn't know it was her!"

"Look, we can sort this whole thing out," said Jean soothingly. "I'll bet Logan and Storm will be able to sort this out…"

"You want other people to know? No way!"

"Everyone's going to know," said Mystique. "We'll have to have a reception. We can have it at the Brotherhood house! We can put an announcement in the Bayville Times and we'll have to get a place of our own of course but I've stolen enough money by now to get a nice place with a big bedroom and a nursery – two nurseries! Or maybe even three…"

"I'll tell," whimpered Pietro.

"Come on then," said Jean. Pietro grabbed her and sped away, leaving Mystique still musing about colour schemes for the kitchen.

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Scott hammered on Wanda's door; glad he'd drawn the more sensible twin. She might be homicidal, deranged and in serious need of anger management therapy, but at least he wasn't about to find some weirdo in her room.

Or so he assumed. When the door was opened, he found himself looking at a dishevelled Todd, wearing an Elvis wig, a towel and a smirk.

"Oh…I thought this was Wanda's room," said Scott. "Anyway, we're supposed to be meeting downstairs for a late breakfast and some damage control strategies so if you could get dressed…"

"I'll be there in five minutes. My work here is done!"

Scott suddenly realised what was different. "Tolansky, have you had a shower?"

"Yeah."

"Wearing a wig?"

"It's my lucky hairpiece. I'm never taking it off again!"

Wanda appeared at the door behind Toad and wrapped her arms around him. "He's squeaky clean now. I made sure of it!"

Scott gaped. "This is your room! I knew it!"

"It's our room now," she said.

"'Til death do us part snookums," said Todd, giving her an adoring look.

"We got married last night," explained Wanda. "We're going to be a family!"

Scott thought of the children and ran away screaming.

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Ororo knocked at the door and a moment later Kurt opened it, dressed and ready to start a new day.

"I see you didn't succumb to whatever the others have been doing," she said.

"Me? I've not been doing anything! I just stayed in my room the whole weekend except for a while yesterday when we went to the amusement park!"

"Really?" Storm wasn't convinced but Kurt was a picture of innocence. She was about to question him further when a breeze sprang up that she hadn't caused and suddenly Pietro was stood in front of her, carrying Jean.

"You have to help me!"

Storm blinked. "Why are you carrying Jean? Is this some kind of hostage thing?"

"Uh…yes! Yes! I've taken Jean hostage and you'll never get her back until you have my marriage annulled!"

"OK Pietro, calm down," said Storm.

"Yes, don't do anything rash…" Kurt couldn't resist. "…Father."

"That's it! Red's gonna die now!" Pietro whipped his comb out of his back pocket and waved it around. "I'm not afraid to use this! I'm a mutant on the edge!"

Storm tried not to smirk. "You married Mystique?"

"Yeah, but I didn't know it was her! And if you don't get me a quickie divorce Red's gonna get a mullet!"

Jean's eyes widened. "Noooooo!"

"You and Lance can look like twins!" Pietro brought the comb closer and Jean shrieked.

"Pietro, just put the comb down and we can sort this whole thing out," said Storm.

"Sort it out now!"

"I'll see a lawyer before we leave," said Storm. "Just put the comb down!"

Pietro glanced at the comb and handed it over to Storm. Jean sighed in relief. Scott chose that moment to run screaming down the hall.

"It's horrible! Horrible! Some one wash my brain!"

Kurt stuck out a foot and tripped Scott up. "Calm down and tell us what's wrong."

"Wanda and Toad got married!"

Pietro looked horrified. "I'm related to Toad?"

For the first time Scott noticed that Pietro was still carrying Jean. "Uh, what's going on?"

Storm sighed. "Wanda wasn't the only Maximoff twin to get married last night."

"She wasn't?" Scott jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Jean! How could you?"

"Huh?"

"You planned to get me arrested and you used your telepathy to make me think that you were in the cell next to mine when all the time you were here getting married to Pietro!"

Jean quickly pushed herself out of Pietro's arms. "That's not right!"

"No it isn't! You're supposed to be my girlfriend, not his wife!"

"I didn't marry her," insisted Pietro.

"He married Mystique," finished Storm.

"Mystique? That's Mystique?" Scott shed his shades and blasted Jean. She flew down the hallway in a flash of red.

"Scott, that's not Mystique," said Kurt. "It really is Jean."

Jean got to her feet and glared at Scott, who looked embarrassed. "Oops?"

"I'll give you oops!" Jean ran toward Scott, snatching the comb from Storm. Scott shrieked and fled.

"Come back here!" Jean refused to give up chase and in a few seconds they were out of sight.