A/N Woo hoo updating quickly! I promise there'll be other updates but this is /so/ much quicker then writing solo.

A giggle was the only sound from the smaller of the two who were creeping into the garden.

"Do please remind me why we are doing this at midnight? That other girl is sound asleep" Rosie asked her friend in a disgusted voice.

"Because I like the plants, and Storm tried to eat me when I did it during the day," M.A. responded, giving the garden a wondering look.

"But why'd you bring me?"

"Because you're my best-friend-type-person," M.A. responded, flapping a distracted hand at her. She bent down and started carefully stroking the rose petals.

"And which one's Storm again?" Rosie returned as she looked at the rose petal. "I suppose it's kinda purdy. But mind you I have a thing about Roses. The name ya know" She said and looked at the sky.

"Pretty sky" She remarked and they walked further down the garden. "It's almost worth getting up so I can get caught."

M.A. pulled a face at her back. "Why the heck are you so picky about your name, anyway? ...not that I can talk." She shrugged and moved further down the line, marveling even at the less spectacular plants.

Rosie returned the face, adding a scathing glare to taste.

"You should work more on learning other people's names than obsessing over your own," M.A. added.

"Because my bloody name is so bloody complicated that many people bloody call me bloody rose. Which I detest, so thus I must bloody make sure they bloody get the bloody point" She returned angrily as she sat down on the grass.

"I wanna get caught"

"Why?"

"'Cause getting caught is funny."

Rosie gave her a "WTF" look.

M.A. stuck her tongue out at her again. "If you can be weird, then so can I."

"I do believe I have the monopoly on it." Rosie said in a thoroughly British manner.

"Do not" M.A returned and Rosie rolled her eyes. "Whadya think they'll do to us if we get caught?"

"String us up by our ears?"

"Too medieval. Did you SEE the tech around here? I think more like lock us up somewhere... or just leave us to wander by ourselves. This place is HUGE!"

"Hmm" Rosie said and raised a brow at M.A. who was cooing to a dahlia. "Why the hell d'ya like flowers so much?"

M.A. paused a moment before answering, whispering sweet nothings to a rhododendron bush.

"...I don't know..." she mumbled, blinking. "It's just... they kinda call to me, y'know?"

"No, not really..."

"Well, come a bit closer and maybe you'll see."

Rosie walked over, leaning over her friend and brushing her shoulder as she looked at the plants.

"well I do get it. That bush's very happy isn't it"

M.A. nodded excitedly. "That's what I was thinking, too! And it's kind of humming, that's how you can tell." Then she blinked. "Funny, I can't hear it anymore."

"This is too weird," Alie muttered, shaking herself.

"Definitely."

"This is beginning to freak me out" Alie said and looked at them. "Remember the funky red head, how she floated and shit. Well…what if that's happening to us?"

"...That would be WAY too weird... even for me," M.A. agreed. "Unfortunately, it makes sense..."

"I practise strongly against making sense" Rosie said stiffly then looked at her. "Hear the humming again?" She asked before looking at the institute.

"Shit, lights on"

"What are you doing in here?" Storm demanded, hands on her hips. "It's past midnight!"

Rosie and M.A. cringed a little at the sharp tone to her voice. "Um..." they said in unison.

"Would you believe spontaneous sleep walking through our inter universal bond that caused us to simultaneously react to our surroundings in a complex manner that eventually lead to us in the garden."

Rosie said wisely.

Storm gave them a "yeah" look. "Right. And my inbred telepathy led me to you."

"You have telepathy?" M.A. asked, going for the amazed angle.

Storm frowned.

"Stupid, of course she hasn't got telepathy" Rosie said and elbowed the younger girl who glared in return.

"You didn't even know which one she was…"

"And still don't"

Storm crossed her arms and cleared her throat. Attention quickly snapped back to her and Rosie and M.A. both quickly gave her big, "oh-shit" grins.

"We're in really big trouble, aren't we?" Rosie asked.

"That's a given," Storm agreed.

"Actually…" Rosie said with a grin as M.A. winked back.

"We can't be in trouble" She told the white haired mutant who raised a brow.

"Explain"

"Cos we haven't been told the rules yet. We haven't broken anything that we knew nothing about. We plead innocence and go quickly back to bed. "

"Actually…" Rosie said with a grin as M.A. winked back.

"We can't be in trouble" She told the white haired mutant who raised a brow.

"Explain"

"Cos we haven't been told the rules yet. We haven't broken anything that we knew nothing about. We plead innocence and go quickly back to bed. "

Storm sighed. "Ok, fine. I'll let you off. But if I catch you in here again-" The two girls nodded fervently. "Out," she said, pointing at the door.

"Good save," M.A. whispered to Rosie.

"'Course," Rosie responded, smirking.

"But one question" M.A. said impishly. "How can we go out when we are already out…because it is impossible"

Storm glared at the two and Rosie tugged her friend away.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Well, that was interesting," Rosie mumbled, stretching and yawning.

"Interesting ain't the word, more like not smart," M.A. responded. "I blame lack of sleep and over excitement.

"I practise strongly against making sense. It ruins the brain" Rosie told her as she promptly fell out of bed and her friend laughed as the Brit sat with all the grace of an irritated cat on the stone work of the balcony.

"Smooooth," M.A. commented, grinning.

"Like you can talk, klutz," Rosie responded.

M.A. pulled faces at her back.

"I have eyes in the back of my head, you know."

"Why else would I do that?"

"Because you know it pisses me off" Rosie responded only to hear a cough from the door and Amara stood looking at them with sort of bewildered eyes.

"Can we help you? Welcome to Smith's Sunglass emporium. You go blind, we half the price" Rosie said pleasantly.

"Um... we're having breakfast now," Amara explained.

"Come on, now, girl, come in," M.A. said, smirking devilishly. "We don't bite... hard."

"At least, she doesn't," Rosie responded, nudging M.A. "Can't go wrong with the queen of the cheesy lines."

"I too bite" M.A. protested and her friend from her position on the floor smiled in a patronising manner.

"Of course you do pudding. Now miss Purdy person what may we help you with. Because myself and my assistant are of yet still semi comatose from our nightly gallivanting" All this was said in a 'thorough British manner'

"Um... like I said, breakfast is ready."

"Cheerio," M.A. cried, delighted at an easy pun.

Rosie shot her a death glare from the floor.

"Should I be offended because that was an appallingly bad pun or because it has direct reference to stereotypical British people" She snapped and then bowed to Amara, an odd gesture from the floor.

"We will you be with minute in mademoiselle"

"How about both?" M.A. replied, grinning. She made shooing gestures at Amara. "We desireth clothing before breaky, my friend. Begone!"

Amara squeaked and ran out.

"Niiice," Rosie agreed.

"Now lets see. There's what we wore last night…or what we are wearing now. Which coincidently is the same thing. Do you think they have anything that doesn't have X's on it?" Rosie asked as she pulled on the loose black trousers and vest top with x emblazoned on the breast and trouser pockets."

"Maybe they're a sports brand?"

"Let's go with that," Rosie agreed. "I don't want to think about other possibilities."

"You never know... with the powers and crap they could be cut-rate superheroes!"

Rosie snorted. "Cut-rate superheroes with an 'x' fetish," she agreed.

"But of course!"

"Fetishes scare me" Rosie remarked and MA. Nodded. "Aren't we all? Now breakfast…"

They travelled down stairs, encountering no one till they reached the dining room to make they're entrance."

"We," M.A. announced with a purposely cheesy bow, "have arrived."

Rosie poked her, ruining the mock-seriousness of the moment.

They sat down by Ishling.

"Look it's the newbie" M.A. said in a mock whisper as she leant over Rosie to inspect her. "Shall we say hello. Or will she bite us?" She asked her friend who shrugged.

"Who can tell these days"

M.A. tapped her shoulder. "Do you bite?"

Ishling gave her a shy smile. "Only on mornings when I haven't had my coffee."

M.A. beamed at her. "Well, that's perfectly understandable."

"I don't drink coffee. It's bad for your teeth" Rosie said wisely, of course through this exchange none had noticed the X men staring at them with barely contained wonder.

"What?" M.A. asked, blinking. "Have we got summat on our faces?" She turned to Rosie. "Do we?"

She shrugged. "Besides your mouth..."

"Cheap shot!" M.A. cried, sticking her finger in the air.

"You make it easy" Rosie returned and smiled in a disarming manner, as if a cat would to it's prey to Roberto who gulped.

"Good puppy" She told him and winked at M.A. who was about to tell her to behave.

"Mmm," M.A. whispered to Rosie. "Is it just me or is everybody around here overly delicious?"

Rosie smirked and nodded.

Everyone stared at Ishling, who was leaning backwards in her chair trying to smother her laughter.

"D'you need a tissue or something?"

"At one point we really should behave" Rosie pointed out as the new recruits minus Rahne quickly finished and vacated the table with white faces.

Her pondering was echoed by Warren who glared at the two who smiled sweetly. "It's big bird coming upon high to mingle with the commoners."

"Big bird!" M.A. leaned over by him and asked in a stage whisper (i.e. not really a whisper at all), "are they dyed?"

Warren looked disgusted at the subject and refused to comment, pointedly sitting at the other side of the table.

"Aw we made big bird mad" Rosie said sadly and then looked elated when Scott walked in.

"CAPTAIN OBVIOUS" M.A. cried and ran forward to bow down to Scott. "We are your loyal crew"

"I thought Baldy was Captain Obvious," Rosie commented.

"Yes, but Scoot's his loyal lietenant," M.A. responded, standing up and brushing herself off.

"Why not Sergeant?" Kurt asked.

M.A. grinned at him. "I was hoping somebody would ask that. And my answer is... BECAUSE HIS NAME'S NOT PEPPER!" She burst into hysterics.

"I think she had too much sugar in her coffee," Ishling commented quietly.

"She's got a puppy called Sergeant Pepper" Rosie said, rolling her eyes. "But despite this, it's still unusually irritating. "