I only own X-Men in my dreams...

A.N.: This time it ISN'T my computer! It's the damn website! Don't blame me if the chapters are all screwy, and don't show up, and repeat themselves, and start mass homicide sprees.

Chapter 7: Nightmares.

I'm so hungry... I haven't eaten in days... "Sandra, I'm hungy."

"And what do you want me to do about it, you worthless pile of shit! Make yourself something! Here, I'll show you how! First you need the frying pan!" Pain. Blood on my face. Am I crying? She doesn't like that. "Then you turn the stove on. Here, see if it's hot!"

Mort looked on as his daughter fretted, and sobbed in her sleep. "There, there, Doria. Honey, wake up."

"Aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" She let out a blood curtling screech.

"Wake up, love! Doria, Doria!"

"Sandra... I can't... breathe..." Sweat covered her face.

He picked her up, finally snapping her to reality where she sobbed harder. "It was just a dream, darling." Like hell it was. That probably happened.

"I just... wanted... to eat..." she sobbed, "It hurt... so bad..."

"I know, honey. She can' get you now. Daddy's go' ya." It was three in the morning. Mort was sitting on Doria's bed in his boxers (A.N.: drools), and Doria was in a night gown, sitting next to him. It was a week since her surgery, so the majority of her fingers were in splints, her feet were bandaged, and her wrist sported a very small, very green cast. "Do you wanna talk abou' it?"

She looked off into space, solemnly. "I asked Sandra for food. Sandra hit my head- made me stand on the oven. I didn't mean to shout. It hurt so bad. Sandra held me down. I couldn't breathe." She looked up at her sympathetic father. "Was I bad?"

He gaped at her. "No, no! Honey, you weren't bad! Sandra was the bad one! You needed to eat!" He pulled her into his arms.

"Daddy? Your watch- it beeped."

"What?" He looked down at it. It read "3 X". Damn it! "Doria, there's somebody on the island. I need you to stay in here, understand? Don' leave this room."

"Daddy, I want you to stay here with me!"

"Daddy's gotta go! Daddy's gotta-" He froze. They were in the hallway. "C'mere," he whispered. He grabbed her up against his chest, and held his breath.

To his horror, a familiar visor peeked around the door frame. Scott stopped. "What the- AUGH!" Toad snatched away the visor with his tongue, slimed it to the wall, and in one swift movement, leapt towards him, grabbed the frame, and kicked him square in the chest.

"Cyclops!" yelled Storm.

She walked in, ready to crackle some lightning before Scott croaked, "No! There's a girl..."

She turned to him. "What?" WHAM! One well placed kick to the head rendered the weather witch unconscious instantly.

Predictably, Ororo and Scott were lifted by an unseen force, and brought out the open window. Mort was too stressed to protest. Get their tacky, obnoxious bodies away from me and my daughter!

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Back at Xavier's mansion:

"Xavier, we did find out one thing: they have a child. A little girl no more than six. Staying in Toad's room."

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