This chapter almost didn't exist. I got really bored with the story and wasn't getting many reviews, so it almost died. But it didn't. Not yet. Please notice the subtle threat.

If anyone has any ideas they'd like to share, I'd be glad to hear them.

Also, I'm planning to upload a bunch of one-shots…eventually. So watch for them, pwetty please?

And, apparently no one here listens to Simon and Garfunkle (snicker garfunkle). The title of the previous chapter was the title to one of their songs. I have weird tastes in music. I listen to both Elton John and System of a Down. Sometimes at the same time (but not really).

Shout-outs! I love everyone who reviewed more than the people who didn't.

Pyro Lady- Thanks for being my one steady reviewer on this story. I think I have the beginning of some sort of plot in my head. I don't know, we'll see.

Crash Kitty- Yes! I got one lurker out of lurking! You have no idea how happy this makes me. And there is a little Piotr here. Not much, but it's there.

OOO

The click of Pyro's lighter and the furious scribbling of Piotr's pencil were the only sounds in the room. The pair was bored beyond all reason. Not that that was new; the Acolyte base was full of boredom. They had often complained about the state of boredom, but Magneto's only response was to buy them a TV and tell them to leave him alone. For a time, they had enjoyed the TV, but even that quickly became boring. So, they were bored.

Piotr looked up from his drawing for a moment and realized something.

"Vhere is Remy?" he asked.

"Dunno, but 'e was actin' really weird. Maybe the aliens abducted him and replaced him with a clone!" John replied excitedly, making his lighter's flame act out Remy's abduction.

"I doubt it," Piotr remarked over John's space ship noises.

"Yeah, me too," John replied with a grin.

OOO

"So if I'm in your body, and you're in your body, what's happening to my body?" Magneto wondered aloud.

(It's probably sleeping somewhere,) Remy remarked dully. The adrenaline rush of the last couple of hours had worn off, and having someone else control his body had grown old a long time ago. He wanted nothing more than to have everything back to normal.

"Yes, I suppose you're right," Magneto sighed.

OOO

Gambit wasn't right. Not by a long shot.

To exact his revenge to the fullest, Mastermind had stolen Magneto's body and turned it in to the FBI, telling them that Magneto was in a coma and putting a nice hazy cocoon around their thoughts so they didn't question him. Gambit and Magneto could have found this out had they turned on a TV and watched for five seconds, but they were too busy with the body-swapping problem.

Pyro and Colossus had stopped watching TV a long time ago. It was too boring.

OOO

Wasn't that short? Well, it will END if you don't review! I feel like I'm being mean, but my muse is dying from lack of reviews! Help me!

Disclaimer: You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose. But you can't pick your friend's nose.