Disclaimer: I do not own the X-men. Marvel Comics does. Got this little idea from a comic book series called "Madrox". Issues 1 thru five cover it.

Short story. His clones personalities are more pronounced and individual than ever. And they can stay out for years sometimes.

(Just to mention. This little fic can take place in any of the X-men evolution series on Fanfiction net, including Red Witch's. Even Pirate Kit's The Private Life of Jamie Madrox. However, it is soley an X-men and Kelly torture. With maybe a little Duncan thrown in. )


Logan grumbled as he walked toward the kitchen. It wasn't time for a Danger Room session yet, and he needed a beer. Dealing with a bunch of hyperactive mutant teenagers was enough to drive anyone to drink… and all the teachers nipped a little. Heck, they'd even given Scooter a couple. Just because he wasn't old enough, didn't mean he didn't need a stress reliever. Not with those lunatics running around. Speaking of which.

"Jamie!" Logan roared as he stared at the can of beer in the youth's hand.

Jamie glared. "What's the matter old man?"

Logan blinked. "Wha…"

"Mr. Logan?" asked Jamie's voice, in stereo, from behind.

He turned around and backed up slowly. "Chuck!"


Xavier rubbed his eyes. Gathered around him in the living room were several Jamies, and a freaked out Logan with a clingy clone hanging onto his neck.

Against a far wall was one with a cigarette. Where he got it from, nobody knew. Another Jamie was making some kind of scientific notation on the wall with crayons. A third, disturbingly enough, was wearing some of Rogue's clothing. And that was just the one's with traits he could recognize.

Then there was the snarling one with his hands extended like claws being held back by Beast while the original Jamie cowered in a corner guarded by a clone with a Mohawk. At least he assumed the cowering one was the original.

Then Xavier blinked. "Where did you get the Mohawk?"

A clone walked by with a pair of scissors. "Don't blame him. We watch too much tv. I can do it blindfolded."

Another one was hopping around the room singing a song from the play Oklahoma. "Oh what a beautiful morning!"

As Logan started to whimper, they heard a scream from Bobby.


Rahne covered her eyes and fled into her room as a screaming Bobby ran by in Boxers and nothing else. Following along behind him was a make-up wearing Jamie.

"Come on Sweetie! Give me a kiss!"

Scott and Jean stood in slack-jawed amazement.

Kitty ran out of her room yelling. "Who painted my room purple!" Then she paused as Jamie, wearing a paint colored smock walked out of Kurt's room.

A golf ball flew out of nowhere and knocked her senseless.

"FOUR!" yelled yet another Jamie.

Outside on the lawn, a clone was having a pie-eating contest with Fred. Fred was losing.

Elsewhere, Kelly was being attacked by two Jamies dressed as a clown and a trapeze artist.

The Brotherhood were driving in Lance's Jeep when they slowed to a stop and watched Jamie in a Lion Tamer's outfit.

He was waving a whip in the air and yelling "Get them my Pretties" to a bunch of zoo animals that were chasing after Bayville High's cheerleaders. "And their little Duncan too!"

Duncan screamed as he was dragged down the street by an elephant's trunk.

Lance blinked. "That's new."

Meanwhile, at Magneto's base, or what was left of it. A singed and dazed Magneto stared around at his passed out team. "What happened?"

In the distance, a Jamie in a black outfit and a mask over his eyeballs slinked away with a sinister laugh. In his hand was what looked suspiciously like a remote control.