I don't own the X-Men. Like I'd want to! Now the Brotherhood... Mmmm... Toad... drools

A. N.: Okay, so I know that I'm a horrible person, and don't respond directly to my reviewers like some of the nicer people, so I'm going to make a teensy effort. Ready? sigh Here we go...

Bronzeiris: Thank you for your support and yada yada yada. Damn, I'm really not too good at this.

Werewolf's One: Ass... U... Me... giggle I get it! And don't we all wish that we could swear in front of our dads like that?

Twinlady: If anyone doesn't love Cyclops bashing, you're a psychotic goody-two-shoes. And thanks for your incessant huggling of Doria. I'm sure she appreciates it.

Gremblin: You have been spared of my sling-wielding wrath! Yeah... there's only so much you can do with a six year old. Now fifteen-year-olds? We're all soooper messed up, ain't we?

Ed's Tomato: You and I share a sense of humor me thinks. giggle CYCLOPS HAS NO BALLS! And you know how Wolverine borrowed Scott's suit in the first movie? Well I talked to Logan (Humor me, I'm unstable.) and he said that he found tennis balls in the suit! HA! We have PROOF now!

JennMel: Yay! Another unsuspecting victim brainwashed! victory dance I brainwashed youuuuu!

Mave: Thanks for the tip! I had no clue! Stupid web site trying to hide things from me... grumble

DJ Atomika: Erm... Thanks. Bad at this again.

TO THE STORY!

Chapter 12: A Horrible Mistake

At Xavier's Mansion.

"Vat happened to her, Professor?" asked Nightcrawler as he stood over the white-haired mutant's sick bed.

"As near as I can figure, the high concentration of electricity in Ororo's brain allowed Miss Toynbee to magnetize her brain cells. She's been put into a, technically, self-induced coma."

"Is there anything ve can do for her?"

The professor sighed. "I'm afraid this sort of thing is beyond my help, Kurt. Her brain cells are clamped together magnetically. The only things keeping her alive are the machines."

"Surly something can be done."

"I believe I know of one person who can reverse this." He wheeled around. "Get the others to my office at once."

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Back at the Brotherhood Lair.

Mort barged into the rec room where Mystique and Wanda sat playing chess. "Have either of you seen Doria?" They shook their heads. "Something isn't right," he said with an unmistakable note of concern in his voice.

Wanda leaned over to Mystique and whispered, "His daddy senses are tingling." The two women laughed.

"Shut up!" He then took on a look of stealth, and slipped into the weapons room. The unmistakable sound of giggling reached his ears.

Alex was confused when Doria suddenly pulled away from his kiss, a look of horror crossing her. Rolling off of her, he saw a green man looking particularly murderous. "Dad, I..." started Doria.

"Wha'. The. Fuck." He looked like he could rip them both to shreds with his teeth. "Stand up, both of you." They did so without question- both too horrified to speak. "Alex, ge' ou' of 'ere before I change my mind." Alex ran. "WHA' THE FUCK, DORIA!" he exploded. "You're FIFTEEN! You're too young to be off making ou' with the first boy you see!"

She looked after Alex, then up at her father defiantly. "You were only sixteen, and it never stopped you." SMACK.

Doria looked at him, a hand to her cheek where he had slapped her. He had never hit her before. Never. A wave of memories rushed to her.

Sandra slapped me.

Sandra slapped me.

Sandra slapped me.

Daddy... slapped... me...

Mort looked down at his hand in disbelief. "Doria, I-" She ran off in tears without a word.

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"Doria Toynbee is the only person that I know of who could possibly help Ororo," explained Xavier, "So the solution seems clear that we'd have to get her here and force her to help Miss Munroe.

"But Professor," said Scott, "Even if we did help her now, she could never fight the brotherhood again. Doria had unlimited power over her, and could do this again and again. Ororo would be useless as a fighter."

"My thoughts exactly, Scott. However, Doria is at a very uncertain part of her development. Nothing is certain, everything's wrong. I think that if we brought her here, taught her some of our beliefs, and persuaded her a bit," He tapped his head, indicating neurological re teaching (aka: brainwashing). "we could convince her to join our side."

"So our task becomes how to get her," said Bobby.

"I don't think it will be too hard," said Charles.

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Mort rushed into the hangar to find Doria in the highest corner of the iron wall. He ran over to climb up, but found that it was electrically charged. "Oww! Doria! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It's all just been a horrible mistake!"

"Go away!" she shrieked. She imitated his accent. "Never shall I 'urt you! Never, never, never! LIAR!" She gave out an unprecedented jolt that sent him backwards without even touching him. (On an unrelated topic, at that very moment the microwave exploded, which splattered half-baked enchilada all over Sabertooth's face.) She sobbed loudly. She ripped the right glove away from the wall despite the amazingly strong magnetic hold it held. "Of all people I trusted YOU!" She slammed the glove into the wall, causing the whole lair to shake. She pulled away the left glove. "And of all people you did exactly what SHE did!" She slammed into the wall, the lair shaking once more. At this point, her powers were fading from overuse and she dropped from the wall like a stone. Mort would have caught her, but the electronic blasts had him on the ground at the first pulse.

All was silent in the hangar but for the small echo of a "Bamf!"

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Ooo! ANGST! Don't you just hate me for that? I'm quite capable of going on and ending the agonizing suspense, but I like to see you all squirm. REVIEW! OR FEAST ON THE VENGENCE OF MY ROAD RASH!