Give Em' a Break.

Mystique, Pyro, Quicksilver, Scarlett, and Toad were all sitting in the built in bar of their hideout. All of them looked worn from another day of playing the role of mutant tyranny. None of them felt like talking, but they were all so sick with Magneto and his stupid "take-over-the-world" schemes that it reminded them of some ridiculous cartoon show.

"Every time..." Toad, said, his head lolling a bit, "Every stinkin' time, the X-Men have to show up-"

"-Ruin the plan-" Mystique injected.

"-Kick our butts-" Pyro groaned.

"-Humiliate us EACH personally-" sighed Quicksilver.

"-And flirt with us." Scarlett said randomly, staring into her drink. That got her wierd looks, raised brows and scowls all around.

"What? They do." she said, shrinking a bit. Mystique threw a nonchallant hand at her, dismissing the ridiculous subject. They all drooped visibly, even the confident Mystique. They took a few drinks and were silent for a few minutes until Pyro spoke up.

"So whaddya wanna do to try and make up for our latest screw up?" Pyro asked. Everyone stared at Mystique. She lifted her hands.

"Nuh-uh. I did it last time. Don't even think about shoving me off onto him again!" she protested. They exchanged glances then continued to think.

"How about that breakfast in bed we skipped on Father's day?" Toad suggested. Quicksilver grimaced.

"We cancelled that for a reason, Toad." He pointed out. "And if you ever do anything like that to apple juice again, I'm going to hang you by your tongue."

Toad blushed and fell silent.

"Maybe we could go get the rest of the money outta the storehouse." Pyro said.

"They would have moved it by now." Mystique answered, squashing the idea. "Besides, I'm sick of covering my butt and not having any kind of encouragement to keep going."

"Can you believe nearly whacked me because I tried to offer him a drink?" Toad said with disgust. They all nodded and mumbled.

"Dude, we work our BUTTS off, and we don't even get a day off, much less a comment." Quicksliver growled. Scarlett snorted.

"He called me a pansy after I got hit in the stomach by Colossus. COLOSUSS, PEOPLE! Do you have ANY idea how much that hurts?" She sniffed.

"Yeah, well you wouldn't believe some of the things he calls me." Pyro said tonelessly. "You're lucky."

"Don't even get me started on the irritating things he does to ME." Mystique groaned.

There was a silence, then Quicksilver spoke.

"Well I don't care what the geezer wants today, I'm takin' it off." he said resolutely. Everyone agreed and quieted.

Now nobody spoke. All of them were too darn tired to make any more comments. Sigh after sigh, they all downed their drinks and banged their heads on the bar. That was when a sudden clomping of boots interrupted their moment of relaxation.

"Come along now, you slackers." Magnetos voice commanded. He stopped just behind the bunch of bar stools and chairs, glaring at them. "We don't have all day. I've got a lock on the location of-"

This time, Mystique spoke up, not allowing her head to come up from the bar.

"NO." came a muffled voice. "I'm tired, peeved, and am REALLY not in the mood to get my butt kicked by X-Men for the third time today."

Magneto's frown deepened.

"GET UP NOW." He demanded, pulling the chairs from under them. There were cries and crashes as the each landed on the floor. All of them twisted their head at Magneto and scowled angrily.

This.

Was.

The.

Last.

Straw.

Mystique jumped up, leading the rest of them as she jabbed a finger in Magneto's surprised chest.

"I SAID NO. IF YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME BEFORE, OR MY REASONS WHY, LET ME TELL YOU AGAIN!" she roared, stretching every word out. Magneto looked surprised and a little bit freaked out as she continued toward him slowly, forcing him back.

"I'M TIRED. MY BUTT HURTS FROM BEING TOSSED ON IT FOUR TIMES. MY LEGS HURT FROM STANDING ON THEM FOR THREE HOURS AS WE WERE CHEWED OUT BY YOU FOR NOT MANAGING. MY BACK HURTS, I NEED A MASSAGE, AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I HAVE FELT NORMAL IN YEARS! IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT SENDING ME INTO THE FIELD AGAIN WITHOUT A DAY'S REST, YOU GOT ANOTHER THING COMIN'!"With that, she turned and marched back to the bar, righting her seat and whumping down again. The rest of the irritated mutants pushed him out of the room and locked the door behind them as one by one, they returned their seats to the bar and brought thier heads down into their folded arms on the counter.

Magneto was still staring at the closed door in disbelief. His entire crew, even Mystique ganged up on him. It was mutiny! His mind cried for revenge.

Oh shutup answered the other half, taking over. Just go to bed. Magneto agreed with this portion of his conscious and let out a sigh of relief at his muntinous crew.

A/N: Dude, I would be so stinkin mad if I didn't get a day off from my job. Thankfully, though, it isn't that tough of a job anymore... Well, Read, Reveiew.. You know, that little blue box, that says review... push it... Thats a good fella, now just say something nice... k... goood!

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