Thanks to:

A Cute But Psycho Bunny – Hah, Jean in a mullet! And Lance and Kitty are in big trouble if anyone at the mansion spies her ass any time soon…

Riderazzo – I liked the idea but the fic won't last long enough for either of them to find anything like that out. They're on the last day now! Would have been cool though, Lance running off into the distance with Remy trying to keep up and Logan chasing after the pair of them, roaring. And way behind him, the Professor chasing all of them!

TheDreamerLady – I'm so damn mean to Scott! And I'll be making it stop soon…but not yet, hah! I don't know who's gonna be more traumatised, Pietro or Kurt!

Elmo The Cajun Puppet – I admit it, I'm psychotic! A couple more chapters to go yet…

Todd Fan – I really have no idea where the thought of Pietro using the comb to threaten Jean came from but I just had to keep it in there!

Rogue14 – Asses seem to be a running theme throughout this fic!

Randomnimity – Hah, I've missed your insane reviews! Oh God, bizarre conga lines and tequila highs, sounds like the last party at the PB house!

LadyEvils – There wasn't an intentional link but I loved the thought of Scott thinking that Jean was Mystique and although I've done it before I thought I could get away with doing it again! Kurt to be caught out? Haven't decided yet…

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author Note: Sorry this chapter took so long to put up. I'd like to blame it on computer problems but it was actually a serious case of the dreaded writers block. I've always found that the best way to work through that is to keep on typing but it takes a while before anything actually works.

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Sam and Roberto looked everywhere, but neither Ray nor Amara were in their rooms, the bar or anywhere else. They were beginning to get worried when they heard Tabby's voice coming from a room nearby.

"That must be Tabby's room," said Sam with relief. "I bet she's in there!"

Roberto knocked and waited a moment. Tabby threw the door opened and grinned at them. "Hey guys!"

"We're, uh, all meeting up to get our stories straight before we get back to Bayville," said Sam. "Come on, let's go. Do you know where Amara is?"

"Sure, she's in here." Tabby turned and went back into the room. Sam and Roberto took that as a cue to follow her.

Amara was in the process of zipping up her boots, fully dressed much to the disappointment of the boys. They both did a double take when they realised that Pyro was in the room too.

"Uh…why is the psychotic weirdo here?" asked Roberto.

"Watch who you're calling psycho mate," said Pyro cheerfully. "This is my room."

"O-Kay," said Sam. "So why are you two here?"

"These are me birds," said Pyro. "Where else would they be?"

"No way," said Roberto. "You're his birds?"

"Both of you?" Sam gaped at the pair.

"We love him," said Amara happily. "And each other!"

"There's enough of me to go around," added Pyro. "And if I can talk them into it, we can make plenty of money selling the video on the net."

"We'd do anything for you St John," said Amara. "All we need is a camcorder!"

"I've got the body oil," said Tabby.

Sam and Roberto stared open mouthed at Pyro. Then Roberto got to his knees.

"You are the master. Please teach me your secret!"

"And me," said Sam.

"Boys, I'd love to," said Pyro. "But as you can see, I'm going to have me hands full!"

"Please!" said both boys in unison.

Pyro sighed. "I'll see if I can clear a spot in my diary when we get back to Bayville. But I want to get paid!"

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Deciding that it might not be the best time for Scott and Jean to after the rest of the Brotherhood, Storm decided to go and search out Lance, Fred and Pyro herself. The first stop was Fred's room and she knew he was alone, the two bikini girls having already left. Tentatively she knocked on the door and was rewarded by a grinning and fortunately fully dressed Fred opening it up.

"Do we have to ho home already?" he asked.

"First we get our stories straight," said Storm. "You didn't get married did you?"

"Not that I remember."

"Good. You're ahead of the rest of the Brotherhood anyway. At least the ones we've been able to find."

"Uh, Lance and Kitty got married?"

"No, Toad and Wanda."

"No way!" Fred laughed. "Damn, I'm closest with the pool!"

"Pool?"

"We all placed bets on how long before she gave in. And I'm closest! Those guys all owe me a trillion dollars each."

"I wouldn't expect to be paid any time soon," said Storm. "And I've got to get Pietro a divorce so get yourself ready – we're meeting in the bar. We need to do some damage control."

"You might," said Fred. "We're the Brotherhood. There's no need for us to think of a cover story, we're in the clear!"

"In that case, I won't get Pietro the divorce," said Storm with a rather evil smile. "And he can bring his new wife to live in the Brotherhood house with you. His new wife Mystique."

"I'll be good."

"Good!" Storm walked off and headed for Kitty's room.

"Are you two awake?"

Kitty threw the door open and smiled. "We are and we're ready to catch the plane!"

Storm regarded her cheerful disposition with frank suspicion. "Did you two get married last night?"

There was a strange noise from within the room, which turned out to be Lance spitting his drink out. Kitty made her face even more innocent. "Of course not? What do you think we are?"

"Slightly more intelligent than the rest of the Brotherhood. The twins both got drunk and married."

Lance laughed. "Oh man, wait 'til we get back and I torment them about it! How pissed off are they?"

"Pietro's horrified," said Storm hiding a smile. "But Wanda's over the moon. She married Todd."

"Urgh!"

"Meet in the bar downstairs as soon as possible." Storm wandered away from the door and wondered irritably why she had to do all the work. Scott was screaming somewhere in the distance, Logan seemed to have vanished. At least the students were beginning to leave their rooms and head for the elevators, muttering vaguely about breakfast and hangover cures. Bobby had found some clothes and gave her an innocent look as he ran past. Sam and Roberto were also missing in action, which meant she would have to round up the stragglers herself.

At that moment she spied Sam and Roberto, trailing after Pyro who had one arm around Tabby and the other around Amara. She blinked in confusion, then decided to let it go. As long as they got into the bar.

Taking a quick inventory of who hadn't gone past her she realised Remy and Rogue were still missing and Logan was nowhere in sight. Probably there was a fight going on and Rogue was trying to break it up. Ray was also missing and Storm had no idea where he could be. That only left…

"Breakfast! Breakfast!" Sixteen Jamie's ran past, almost knocking her off her feet. Shaking her head, Storm went off to find the four missing members of their party.

Logan and Gambit were sharing a bottle of home brew in the corridor, sat on the floor and looking like a couple of winos rather than the 'mature' members of the team.

"Ish jusht a shock," said Logan mournfully. "One day they're kids an you're teaching them how to kill a man and the nesht they're all growed up an makin love not war. Ish a shame."

"Dat's sad," said Gambit, resting a hand on Logan's shoulder. "But Remy will take good care of Rogue!" He rescued the bottle off Logan and took another drag.

"You better," said Logan, swiping the bottle back. "Or elshe I get to cut off your hair. And that other thing, nose. No. Lower down. Nipples?"

"Don't try t'inkin 'bout that now," said Gambit hastily.

"Having fun?" asked Storm sarcastically.

Rogue emerged from the room, freshly showered. "Trust me Storm, this was necessary."

"Don't tell me! I can guess the rest." Storm massaged her temples. "Think you can manoeuvre Gambit into the elevator and I'll help Logan?"

"Sure." Rogue helped Gambit to his feet and he grinned at her.

"You know chere, Remy could get used to this."

"Well don't." It might have been necessary for Gambit to sit down with Logan and have a few drinks but it didn't mean she had to like it.

They got the men into the elevator and made it into the bar. Storm glared as she realised most of the teens had retained their image inducers and were happily having a liquid breakfast.

"I need coffee over here," she snapped at the barman, dumping Logan into a seat. "Right everyone, we have to leave Vegas in a couple of hours and I need to get everyone sober and single by then. And I don't think the Professor ought to know about any of this."

Logan attempted to sit to attention. "Anyone got any eye soap?"

Storm glared at Jean, who was looking far too innocent. "Where's Scott?"

Jean smirked and picked up her drink. "I'm sure he'll show up."