A/N: I spend way too much time listening to the Hair soundtrack. XD

Warnings: language, high!ness. Set post-First Class. No pairings, although you're welcome to see it in any way you like.

Disclaimer: If I owned First Class, would I seriously have a disclaimer?

All the clouds are cumulus,

Walking in space.

Oh my God, your skin is soft,

I love your face!

'Walking in Space', Hair

"Oh my God," Charles said, his eyes wide. "Hank, what have you done?"

Hank's expression was equally horrified. "I don't know, Professor, I swear – I'm not sure how this happened . . ."

Charles lowered his voice, still staring at the sight before them. "You said you were creating a cure for the common cold, not a psychedelic drug!"

Hank wrung his furry hands, flustered. "I – I, uh . . ."

"Step, ball, change, step, ball, change . . ." Sean said, doing some sort of funny hop-skip-slide, complete with jazz hands. He was inexplicably shirtless, his freckled chest was covered with flour (Hank trembled at the thought of what the kitchen must look like right now), and his orange-red hair was sopping wet and sticking to his face.

Sean caught sight of them then, and his face brightened like a child's on Christmas morning. "Hey, guys!"

From the corner came a growl of, "Fuck the man, man!"

Three sets of eyes turned to rest on the young blond man sitting in the corner. "Alex?" Charles said curiously. "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright!" the boy grumbled. "The white man has oppressed me for long enough, man!"

"What are you talking about?" Charles asked, confused. "Alex . . . you're white."

Alex appeared not to have thought of this. " . . . But I'm an ex-con. So, the white man has oppressed me!"

"You stole from the white man, and you got sent to jail for it," Hank reminded, apparently not realizing that it is not a good idea to argue with someone when they're tripping out.

Suddenly, Sean flung himself at Charles, falling to his knees in front of the wheelchair. "Oh my God," he said, his blue-green eyes wide. "I can see Heaven, man. It's beautiful. Flowers and birds and sunshine . . ."

Charles stared at him, halfway between amused and worried. "Sean, calm down."

"Oh my God!" Sean cried, amazed. "God is British?"

Charles repressed a laugh and looked up at Hank. "Hank, you need to fix this. We've got one who thinks he's Malcolm X and the other thinks I'm God."

Sean promptly started kissing Charles's shoes. "I promise, I'll start going to Mass again, oh Lord, Duke of Heaven . . . or king, whichever you prefer, Your Royal Godliness . . ."

Hank threw his hands up over his head, nearly catching Charles on the head with his large blue arm. "Do you really want me to inject them with something else? A cure for the cure for the common cold?"

"Fuck that, man," Alex said loudly. "We all know what happened the last time you tried to cure something. I'm too pretty to end up blue and fuzzy."

Hank frowned. That was still a very touchy subject. "You know what, Alex –,"

Charles touched Hank's arm lightly. "Calm down," he said warningly. "He doesn't know what he's saying."

"Well, he's gonna know when I'm through with him –,"

Sean's attention turned to Hank. "Are you an angel?" he asked, reaching out to stroke some of the blue fur. "Can I show you my dance routine, angel?"

Hank raised his eyebrows. "Uh, no thanks," he said. "Professor, I think we're just going to have to keep them contained and wait it out. They'll come down eventually."

Charles frowned. "Alright, but if Alex starts leading marches and Sean starts choreographing ballet routines, I'm blaming you."

"Understood," Hank said, wincing and deciding privately that this was the last time he attempted to cure anything. "We'll try to keep the dancing and race rioting to a minimum."

At the sound of that, Alex stood up and stomped his foot. "You're just like the rest of them!" he accused. "Trying to oppress the mutants!"

Charles shook his head and wheeled around to leave before things got any weirder. "Hank . . . just watch them. Keep them from burning my house down."

Hank frowned. "I'll do my best."

Sean turned to Alex and beamed. "Hey, Alex!"

"What?"

"I'll help you fight the man if you help me practice ballet."

Hank slapped a palm to his face and growled. "I'm going to need that cure by the time this is over."

A/N: Yes, Hank just face!palmed. Thanks for reading, reviews are great!