DC: I don't own the x-men blah blah blah marvel does blah blah blah

I needed some humor so here goes. Hope y'all like it.

Mutant Therapy Sessions

Name: Scott Summers

Age: 18

Date: 6/3/05

Time: 12:15

It was about 20 some minutes since the last raving lunitic I had helped showed up in my office. I decided it was safe to unlock the door. I was so glad I did too. After five minutes after locking the door, a tall, extremely hot, excentlly built man walked in the room. He was gorgeous. I loved the glasses he had on. They were red, my fav color, and made him look mysterious and more desirable. I greeted him with a casual hi.

"Hi," he answered back.

"Just take a seat on the couch and I'll be right with you," I said to him. I didn't want him to relize that I wasn't his usual doctor, at least not until I had a perfectly good explanation as to why I was here and not his usual therapist.

"So let's do a little exercise with ink blots," I said to him. I opened one of the drawers of the desk and found some. I held up the first one to him. To me it looked like a bug after it's been killed by a windshield wiper.

"It looks like black fire," he answered.

"Good. Good. Now tell me what this one looks like," I held up the 2nd of three.

"Like a girl," he said.

"Interesting," I said. I thought that it looked like a bunch of ham sandwiches maybe because I was hungry. "this is the finale one," I sad to him holding it up.

"It looks like a phoenix," he said.

"Thank you," I told him putting the cards away. "now you need to answer a few simple questions."

"Okay," he said a little confused. I was going to use this as an opportunity to find out more about him.

"What is your favorite color, tv show, hobby, sport, and do you have a girlfriend? I asked him the last rather quickly. I didn't want him to think that I was desperate (shut up Wolfie I know what you are thinking!)

"Um red, house, working out and working on my car, track, and no but I do like this girl," he answered me.

"Yes go on about this girl." I said a little annoyed. Hey maybe he lliked me.

"well she's tall," he said

I'm tall. I'm 5'8".

"she has long hair."

I have long hair.

"and she's so beautiful and talented."

I'm beautiful and talented.

"I've known her like forever and I can't get her out of my mind."

If known her like forever is like 10 min. it might be me. Okay so it's not me. we all know who she is.

"And her hair is so beautiful. It's so red. And her eyes they're like emeralds.

This guy is starting to get all stocker on me. creepy! But he's a sexy stalker. That's fine by me.

"I want to tell her so badly that I love her but I can't. she sort of has a boyfriend. She doesn't look happy with him though. I want to be the one that she's with the one that makers her happy."

Man do I so want to be this girl, maybe if I had a picture of her, a good plastic surgeon, thousands of dollars oh and a gun.

"I just want to say I love you,"

"I love you too," I said. Oops did I just say that out loud? Crap I did. Well time for my escape. Here goes.

"huh," he said.

"Well that's it for today. Time to leave see you next week. That will be it; remember to pay the lady at the desk. Oh and um good bye," I said and shoved him out the door. I really didn't want to but I had to for fear of being found out. Maybe I would be less conspicuous if I wore better clothes. I mean therapists don't usually wear cut up jeans and tank tops. I suppose I could find some somewhere. Oh well. I wonder whose next.

No seriously I do. Tell me whom you want to see next and I'll do a chapter. The one with the most votes will win. You're choices are:

Nightcrawler

Gambit

Havoc

Shadowcat.

Well review. If I don't get more than 10 reviews by next Friday I am doing a chapter on how sad, lonely, and neglected the review button feels don't think I wont. Oh and remember. Jott fans will one day rule