Here comes the fun part! Enjoy!

Also, Thank you to all who have reviewed. This story is much more... cutesy than I'm used to writing. I think the kids do most of my work for me. It's just the idea for little 5-year-old X-men that makes people like stuff like this, not that I'm complaining. Personally though, I do prefer a little bit of plot, so here it goes. There are going to be CRAZY twists to come! Any suggestions and worries about where the story goes/is going are completely welcome. If I start to make problems for myself or bore you or do too much, let me know.

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Jean and Scott rushed to the room where the kids were expecting the worst. The Professor had put all the kids to sleep as soon as he sensed the threat. Sighing, he started to roll into the lobby to greet their guests.

"Charles, I demand an explanation," demanded the tall graying man. Jean, Scott and Beast struck up their fighting poses. Jean had started floating in the air, Scott's hands were posed at his glasses, and Hank was on all fours, ready to attack.

"Erik, there is no need to cause a scene. This is a blessing in disguise and I wanted you and your son to be a part of it." It was then that the others saw Pietro peeking out from behind his father.

"We should have known. Professor, what are you doing, trying to get them all killed?" Scott yelled, still poised for an all out war.

"Scott, I will ask you to watch your tone and greet our guests as such. Now, the children will be waking soon and I will ask them to quietly come and join us in the rec room. I suggest we go there to talk like civilized people." Scott and Magneto glared at each other while Jean watched Pietro. The Maximoff just looked down, ignoring everyone. In all honesty he didn't want to be there. He still felt awful about betraying Wanda multiple times and this was almost pouring salt in the wound. He and his father were infiltrating the only safe place she had left.

Just as they were sitting down, the eight kids made they're way in, sitting on the floor in front of the couch that Scott and Jean were sitting on. Pietro and Magneto stood opposite the couch.

When Wanda walked in last, she looked up from the floor and saw her brother. Pietro was so surprised when she raced towards him and hugged his leg, that he just stood there and stared at her. "Wa… Wanda?"

"Troll! Pick me up, please!" She responded, using the familiar nickname. Not wanting to disobey her, he did so. She immediately nuzzled her head into his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Troll?" Jean asked quizzically.

Pietro sighed. "When we were growing up, Wanda couldn't pronounce my name, so she called me 'Tro.' One of our nannies made the observation that it sounded kind of like she was saying 'Troll.' After that, she just called me 'Troll,' which even stuck around until we were older, but not much when she started to, you know, hate me."

"Troll, I don't hate you, I love you." Wanda looked up at her brother and he stared into her big eyes. He was stunned. He hadn't heard those words come out of her mouth in so long. It was nice.

"Charles, you have made this almost too easy. Pietro, bring your sister, were going home. We can now train her to be loyal! Oh Charles, how did you not see this coming?"

"Erik, it's not what you think."

"Charles, she is a child and by law, seeing as she is just a child and my daughter she is under MY control. Pietro, come now."

"Erik…"

"Charles…"

As the argument grew louder and even the Professor was becoming exasperated, the children started to get worked up. Kitty was screaming, Rogue was standing by Pietro, reaching for her friend, and Kurt had teleported to the ceiling to avoid he conflict. Piotr had once again fallen asleep on the floor in his metal form, and Ororo was giggling while creating a small tornado to allow her to fly up and down in the room. All the while Logan couldn't take his eyes off her, or stop blushing. Remy was all the while sneaking around the side of the room unseen, his target the young girl with streaks of white in her hair.

"Charles you WILL let me have my daughter. You have snatched her away from me with your naïve hopes and dreams for the future, but I WILL show her the truth of this world one more time and I WILL have an heir!"

This was the last straw. Jean rose into the air, her eyes red and arms wide. Scott stood up and let his eyes glow redder than Jeans, and an unexpected voice spoke up.

"You will NOT take her!"