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Agent-G: Yeah, I hated Evan. I thought about doing a chapter for X23. I've even thought of putting her in the board meeting with the New Mutants, but the one problem that I have is that she doesn't have a name. On the show, they only refer to her at X23. I can't very well have her go into her meeting, and have everyone just call her X23. Any suggestions would be welcomed though.

RikaTabithaStarr: Could it be that I removed the Names before all the dialogue? :P

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James is hunched over in his seat. His face is buried in his hands as he contemplates the life choices he made that brought him to this personal hell which is his life. His blood pressure was up, and his psychiatric bills were through the roof. On top of that, he hadn't seen his wife in a week. Not that any of that mattered, she always had a better relationship with his bank account than with him. James contemplates re-scheduling his last two meetings when he hears a voice from across the room.

"Yo????" Hank says as he pops his head through the office door, "Ummm....Like no body was outside, and you didn't answer when I knocked....."

"No, No, Please, come in. My secretary left for the day, and I'm here alone....."

James is surprised to see Hank wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a New York Rangers jersey, and a red bandana on his head. Hank walks over to the desk, and takes a seat in the chair opposite of James. "Yo Yo man! I just wanted to say that I'm really psyched to start the next season."

"Well, I'm glad that you're excited, and if the rest of scripts come out as good as the first few that we have for the upcoming season, this is going to be a great year."

"Rght On! Right On! That's going to be dope!"

James rses an eyebrow at Hank. "Dope?????"

"Yeah you know Dope, Fly, Awesome, Cool, Shiznit, Phat!"

"Why the hell are you talking like that?!?!?!"

"Hey man, I'm just trying to keep it REAL dog. I'm from New York, and you know I gotta be down with my Peeps."

James looks at Hank like he just grew a third arm out of the side of his head. "Peeps?????"

"Oh and Yo Dog, I got a problem with my dialogue that I want to take up with the writers."

"Really?????" James hopes that if he just lets Hank talk he'll tire himself out, and just go away. "Like what?"

"Yeah Dog, what the hell is up with that "Oh stars and whatever" shiznit? Or "And now the time has come my friends to speak of many things" Who the hell talks like that Dog?!?!?!"

"Well, that line is from Alice in Wonderland, and Beast is a very educated man, so of course he would quote from literature."

"He sounds more like a geek to me! These writers gotta keep things REAL yo!"

"Alright Hank, I don't know what is going on, but please stop this now!" James exclaims. "You grew up in up state New York, and you graduated from NYU. The closest you have ever been to the ghetto is when you performed off Broadway."

"Hey Dog, don't be Dis'n me like that dog, I thought we were BOYS!"

After a day like he's had, James is not in the mood for whatever this is. "HANK!" James stands up and yells.

Hank is startled by the volume of James' voice. He looks at James, then reaches up, and pulls off the bandana.

"Alright, so I've been having a bit of an identity crisis. I-I mean everywhere I go, people recognize me.....even out of make up!"

"Well, that's good, it just goes to show the popularity of your character."

"No, you don't understand. Everyone thinks that just because I play the Beast, that I'm super smart."

"Hank, you have a 200 point I.Q."

"That's it. I worried that people will think that the only reason that I play the beast is because I'm so smart. It's like I'm type casted. People will only think that I can only play smart people."

"There is nothing wrong with being smart."

"No, That's just what they want you to think!" Hank begins to look around the room.

"They?"

Meanwhile at Jean's Beverly Hills home, Jean is miffed to say the least.

"Oh will you get over her already! You don't have a chance with her, she's not gay."

"That's not the point, even so, I'm not like you Jean, I can't sleep around like you do."

"Are you saying that I'm a slut!" Jean says with a frowned brow.

"Well uh.....You're really.....uh Popular."

Tears begin to form in Jean's eyes. Much to the surprise of Anna. "You think I don't know what people say about me?"

"Say what?" Although, Anna is fully aware of what she is talking about. To say that Jean had a reputation was an understatement.

Jean sits down next to Anna, and begins crying into her hands.

"Do you have any idea what it's like growing up in a giant house with all the money in the world at your disposal, but your parents ignore you?"

Anna has what she came for, and would like nothing better than to leave the house right now, but she hesitantly wraps her arm around Jean, and tries to comfort her.

Jean leans into Anna's arms, and cries into her chest.

Meanwhile back at the office, James is dealing with a breakdown of his own.

"Yes, I have to keep changing my identity so that they won't find me and suck out my brain!"

James just realized that he is about to go where no man has or SHOULD go before. He begins to carefully calculate the amount of force that he would need to hurl himself through the window plunging him to his death.

"So you see, Beast can't be smart, or they'll find me again." Hank begins to get fidgety as his paranoia increases.

James is about to run out of the room screaming when a devilish grin appears on his face.

"You know what would be a good way to keep them from finding you?"

"What! What is it!" Hank says frantically.

"Well, a smart person wouldn't agree to work for half their salary."

"Work for half salary????? BRILLIANT!!!!!"

"Okay, let me make a few changes to your contract, and here ya go."

Hank quickly signs the contract. He sits back in his seat, and breaths a sigh of relief.

"That should keep them off of my trail for a while."

"You know Hank, that was a pretty SMART thing that you just did to trick them....."

Hank springs to his feet. Oh No!, You're right, they may be coming here to get me any minute! I've put you in danger by coming here. I'll lead them away from the office.

Hank reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a crumpled hat made out of tin foil. He un-crumples the tin foil, and puts it on his head. He then grabs his bandana, and runs out of the office, leaving an over satisfied James grinning to himself.

Anna had never seen Jean so vulnerable. Was she sincere or was she just trying to manipulate her to get what she wanted? Anna accosted herself for even thinking that. Jean was a lot of things, but she wasn't manipulative.

She couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Granted, she grew up a rich brat, but it had to have been a very lonely childhood. Her parents were always out of town, and she was basically raised by servants. Perhaps that's why she slept around so much. It was just her warped way of trying to be loved? Anna reaches down, and lifts Jean's tear soaked face to meet hers. Anna wipes the tears from her face, and pulls her into a kiss.

Outside in the bushes near the pool, that same mysterious figure is watching the events inside. The stranger watches intently as Jean and Anna get up from the couch, and hand-in-hand head up to the second floor. They reach the top of the stairs, then disappear into the bedroom. Stranger reaches up and wipes away tears from their eyes. "Oh, Anna.....We will be together one day."

Anna lies in bed wrapped in warm down blankets. She rolls over to find that there is someone else in bed with her. She immediately sits up in the bed, and looks over to see Jean in blissful slumber. Anna carefully climbs out of Jean's bed, trying not to wake her. She looks around for her clothes, finding them haphazardly strewn all over the room. She starts to get dressed, when she notices a little red light. Upon closer examination, she finds a digital camera on the bookshelf.

Anna can't believe that she had gotten herself into the same predicament AGAIN

"Oh Hell!"

Jean is awakened by Anna's outburst. The covers fall away exposing Jean's naked body as she sits up in her bed. "Well hello Thunder Lips!"

"Jean, you know how much I hate it when you call me that! A-And would you mind covering yourself up?"

"Hey, it's a compliment. You have got some skills with that mouth of yours. Trust me, I know!" Jean says coyly. "And you're picking a strange time to be modest considering what we were doing for the last three hours."

Anna blushes deeply at Jean's remark. "What the hell is with this camera! We talked about this already, why are you video taping me again!?!?!?!"

"Hey, I gave you the other one, this one was just to remember you by."

"J-Jean!!!!!"

Jean gives Anna a devilish look

"Can this get any worse?!?!?!"

Just then Cyborg walks into Jean's room, this time without a towel around his waist. Anna is flabbergasted by the sight of a naked Cyborg. She can't help but stare.

"You know, for lesbian, you sure do know a lot about pleasing a guy."

Anna grabs her remaining clothes, but can't seem to find her panties. She looks around frantically until, as if she read her mind, Jean pulls them out from under her pillow. Anna snatches them from Jean, and storms out of the bedroom.

Cyborg, who is standing by the door, reaches out and grabs Anna's arm.

"Hey Baby, don't need to work yourself up into a frenzy. Say awhile, and we can have more fun."

Anna shoots him an evil look. She looks down, and sees that two of his fingers are bandaged up. She reaches down, and grabs his two broken fingers causing him to fall to his knees writhing in pain.

Anna leans in close, and whispers to Cyborg. "If you know what is good for you, you won't mention what happened here to anyone, or the grips are going to break more than your fingers!" Anna lets go of his fingers. "And I better get my cut of that pool by the end of the week!" That said, Anna turns and heads down the stairs.

"S-S-Squid?????" Cyborg says dumbfounded as he watches Anna run down the stairs.

Anna can't help but think how stupid she is for letting this happen again. And, once again, she is frantically running out of the house half dressed. At least her car was there this time, and she didn't have to call for a cab. Anna climbs into her car, and hears her cell beep. She picks up the phone, and checks her caller I.D.

"Oh No! I forgot about Kitty!"

The screen on Anna's phone indicated that she has a voice message. Anna calls her voicemail to check the message. Anna waits impatiently for the message to play, when she is scared half to death by someone knocking on the door. Anna drops her phone, and lets out a shout. She looks out the window to find jean wrapped in only the down blankets in which Anna was so intently sleeping only moments earlier. Anna rolls down the window. "J-Jean what are you doing?!?!?! Go put some clothes on!"

"I just wanted to give you this, you forgot it." Jean hands Anna the sex tape that they made with Robin.

Anna looks at the tape. "What about the other one?"

"There isn't one."

"Jean I saw the camera on the bookshelf, now I want that tape too!"

"Errr.....Well....."

Jean lets go of the blanket with one of her hands to rub the back of her neck. The blanket falls slightly, revealing one of her breasts, causing Anna to blush. Jean notices Anna blushing. She looks down, and quickly covers herself up.

"Errr.....Sorry." Jean tries to sound sincere.

"So what about the other tape?!?!?!"

"Ummmm.....Well, I forgot to load the memory chip into it." Jean looks embarrassed for doing something stupid like forgetting to load a chip, much to the relief of Anna.

"And this is the only copy of the Robin tape?"

"Y-Yes."

"Jean?!?!?!" Anna looks at her sternly.

"Yes, it's the only copy, I promise." Jean rolls her eyes, "Y'know, you should check it out before you get rid of it, it's pretty hot stuff, I'm gonna miss being able to watch it."

Anna sighs, and throws the tape into her bag. "Jean, if you ever have the desire to make another freaky sex tape, please, DON'T call me."

Jean flashes Anna an impish look before Anna rolls up the window, and drives away. Jean watches the car with that same impish look as it goes down the driveway until it turns onto the street, and disappears into traffic. Once the car is gone, her face takes on a more somber tone. Jean then turns, and heads into the house.

As Jean enters the house, that same shadowy figure is watching from the brush near the front of the house. The Stranger shifts their weight snapping a twig on the ground. Jean looks around trying to figure out what caused the sound. Jean shrugs it off, and goes into the house, closing the door behind her.