I know my last chapter was short and a little rushed, so I thought I would write a really long, nice chapter. Hope you like it. And, I also need a HUGE favor: I want to get to at least 30 reviews by chapter 12. Please, help accomplish that.

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"Anime, are you in position?"

"I am in position."

"Roger that, Anime. We will notify you when we are ready."

"Copy that, Rockflame."

Anime, or Esme Silk, turned to Kitty and Cassie. They were in the hallway, right outside a certain someone's room. The Professor was out, so this was the perfect time to execute their plan.

"It's almost time."

…...

Mystique took made one last check in her room. All her valuables were removed and hidden in a secure location, specifically hidden from Pyro, who seemed a little unstable. She opened the door to her room and was about to go downstairs when she stopped. It would be easier if she just left here, through the window. But in the back of her mind, in the deepest recesses of her thoughts, there was a tiny nagging to go downstairs, to see her team one last time. Mystique tried to push it away, but that just revealed another inkling of a thought: She would miss her team, a little. Maybe not miss, but a small, missy-type emotion somewhere. Mystique dismissed it quickly. She had no rooms for these kinds of feelings. The only people she actually cared about were her children, Kurt and Rogue. There was no more room for other feelings. She quickly transformed into a crow and leaped out the window, soaring off into the setting sun.

…...

Elementro stood in shock at the doors of the infirmary.

"You're going to heal...my arm?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes." Storm spoke up. "I thought you'd appreciate it, so I asked Hank if it would work. He thought it was a good idea, and he told me that we would need Mason and Paul.

"I agreed to do it," Mason continued, "But Paul need a little more persuasion."

Elementro didn't know what to say. It occurred to him that these Mason and Paul might be trying to be his friends.

"Well, let's get on with it." Beast instructed, a small smile lightening up his blue-apelike face. "Elementro, please place your arm on the table."

Elementro walked mutely to the other side of the room where Beast, Paul, and Mason were standing. With a nod of encouragement from Beast, he slowly, painfully lifted his forearm onto the table.

Elementro sucked in his breath. "This really hurts!" he groaned. He couldn't keep his arm that way for more than a few seconds. Waves of pain blasted through his body, making him wince.

As the pain hit that point when it became unbearable, it suddenly subsided greatly. His arm, actually, his whole body, had gone numb. The pain was still there, he could feel it, but it was very faint, very bearable.

"Is that better?" Mason asked. Elementro looked him in puzzlement.

"I just reduced your sense of touch." Mason enlightened. "I didn't take it away all the way so that you can tell if something's wrong."

Elementro's tongue felt heavy and thick, and he knew that if he tried to speak he'd sound garbled and basically hilarious. So he kept quiet.

"Now, Paul, if you please." Beast said. Paul stepped, his eyes nearly hidden behind his blond hair. He placed his hands near Elementro's arm and held them there, and narrowed his eyes and concentrated. A white glow spread from his hands and coated Elementro's arm.

Elementro felt a tingling in his arm. Paul seemed to be exerting himself, his eyes were clamped shut and he was gritting his teeth. Beast, Mason, and Storm watched in amazement as the glow became gold colored, completely encasing both Paul's hands and Elementro's arm.

"Ergh!" Paul grunted, his face pinched and strained.

"Come on, Paul! You can do it!" Storm encouraged. The glow darkened again, and was now almost a dark brown. Mason was also almost at his limit; he couldn't dull Elementro's sense of touch for much longer.

Paul stumbled. Then, the glow vanished. Everyone held their collective breaths.

"Does it hurt?" Beast asked. Elementro shook his head. Mason returned Elementro's sense of touch. Elementro gazed in awe at his arm.

"We'll have to take an x-ray of your arm to make sure it's completely-don't!" Beast yelled. But it was too late. Elementro flexed his arm experamentally.

"It doesn't hurt." he said quietly. He shook his arm slightly and tapped on it. No pain whatsoever.

"Come here." Beast pulled on a white mask and stepped over to the x-ray machine. "Put your arm on this screening table."

Elementro followed Beast and placed his arm on the table, only this time, it didn't hurt.

"Step out of the room for a minute, please." Beast told the others. The complied, but watched through the glass doors. Beast switched the machine on. There was a slight whirring noise, then a click!

"Amazing!" Beast whispered, turning the machine off. Storm, Mason, and Paul rushed in.

"Well?" Storm asked.

"His arm is...totally healed." he said. "There's no sign that it's ever been broken!"

"You did it!" Storm beamed. Paul and Mason grinned, their happiness was clear. Elementro took a deep breath.

"Thanks, both of you." He said. "I mean, really. I guess...I've been a little unfriendly before. But- thanks." he smiled, this time a real smile. Not a smirk, or a leer, or just baring his teeth. An actual smile, so that the dimple in his left cheek was visible. Mason had tried to be his friend before, and he had always kind of brushed him off. But he now realized that maybe he could make friends. Then he turned away and coughed, clearly embarrassed.

"Now can you please get this confounded cast off me?" he asked, trying to break the mood. Beast laughed, and Mason and Paul grinned. Elementro managed a small, half-smile in return. Maybe people weren't as bad as he had always thought.

…...

"Animate, this is Rockflame. The target is in position. Commence Operation Phantom Bottle."

"Roger. Commencing operation." Esme replied. She nodded to Kitty, who took Esme's and Cassie's arms. Cassie closed her eyes briefly, and they disappeared from sight.

"Cool." said Esme quietly. Her voice seemed to come from thin air. "I can't see myself!"

"Shh!" Kitty hissed. She couldn't see Esme or Cassie anymore, so she only knew they were still next to her from holding their arms. "You know how good Logan's hearing is. He's like a cat."

"No problem." Cassie said, talking in a normal voice. "I don't just hide us from sight, but I hide out presences completely. Nobody can hear us, see us, smell us, or even track us mentally."

"That is cool." Kitty said. "Ready?"

"Yep." Esme replied.

"Let's go." Cassie said. Kitty concentrated and walked forward, right through the wall. They found themselves in Logan's room. He was sitting on his bed facing away from them, with an open bottle of beer in his hand.

"Ugh! Logan's drinking beer!" Kitty exclaimed disgustedly. "The Professor's gonna be so mad if he finds out." To her surprise, Logan did not appear to hear her.

"Okay, Esme. You're on." Cassie whispered. Esme chuckled.

"Watch this." tiptoed across the room and tapped Logan's beer bottle as Kitty and Esme watched in anticipation. They were still touching, so Cassie could keep them hidden. The girls backed up a few steps to watch.

Logan lifted his bottle up to take a swig. Just as the rim of the bottle touched his lips, an impish face appeared on the green glass.

"Hi!" it squeaked in a nasally, impish voice.

"WHAT THE (CENSORED CENSORED!) Logan screamed, coughing up beer. He flung the bottle weakly, which bounced off the bed and landed on the floor. The bottle then sprouted pudgy little arms and legs, and started rolling around on the floor.

"Oo-ooh-ooh, hoo yeah, yeah," It started to sing, jumping up onto it's little feet. "Yeah, yeah
Yeah-ah-ah," It twirled around, drops of beer landing on the carpet.

Shkink! Logan's claws extended, and he jumped up, intending to slash the little dancing bottle to shreds. But Esme was quicker. The posts on the edge of his bed twisted up and bound him around the wrists, holding him in place. He struggle furiously, but then the comforter leaped up and wrapped around his neck, holding him down. The bed and the comforter all had wide, leering faces.

"(CENSORED!) I'M GONNA (CENSORED!) BREAK THE (CENSORED!) OUTTA HERE! The bottle appeared not to notice Logan's outburst. It stopped spinning and started tap dancing.

"Seven A.M, waking up in the morning, gotta be fresh, gotta go downstairs," The bottle continued to sing. Kitty, Esme, and Cassie were laughing uncontrollably, holding their sides.

"This...is...hilarious!" Kitty gasped between fits of laughter. Esme and Cassie were laughing too hard to say anything.

"RrrAAGH!" Logan grunted loudly, breaking free of the animate bed. He leaped toward the bottle, claws aiming toward it. In that instant, Esme broke the connection she had with the bottle. The face and limbs disappeared, and the bottle sat still. Logan stopped his assault and stood there, staring at the bottle with a face that seemed almost...scared.

-Jean, we're ready.- Esme projected her thoughts to Jean. Within seconds, the door to Logan's room opened. Jean walked in and looked at Logan.

-This was your imagination. You're tired. Get some sleep. This was all a bad dream.- She instructed him.

"Yes...a bad...dream." Logan walked dumbly over to his bed and slumped down. Momentarily, snoring could be heard.

Kitty quickly brought Esme and Cassie back through the wall. Jean, Mandira, Yokiku, Holly, Roxaya, and Scarlett were gathered there. Roxaya's dog, Sandy, was sitting quietly next to his mistress.

"Did you get it?" Esme asked Yokiku. The Japanese girl grinned, and held up a video camera.

"Let's go watch it in my room!" Holly urged.

"Yeah. You will not believe how funny it is." Cassie told her, snickering. The girls, and Sandy, raced off to Holly's room to watch the results of their prank, and as Esme hoped, to plan their next one.

…...

Lance pulled up to the driveway of the Brotherhood Boardinghouse. He jumped out of his jeep and grabbed the four grocery bags from the back. He walked up the steps and into the house, muttering to himself about how he would have to get the oil changed on his jeep soon. Inside, Wanda and Freddy were lounging in the living room, and Pietro was watching TV in the den.

"Where's Pyro?" he asked, walking toward the coffee table. Wanda and Freddy shrugged.

"Pyro?" Toad hopped into the room. "Yeah, he said something about makin' dinner."

Lance dropped the bags on the floor. "You let PYRO in the KITCHEN? Oh, man!" Lance turned and sprinted toward the kitchen to stop disaster when, 'BOOM!' A large cloud of black smoke billowed out from the kitchen. Lance started coughing and peered inside. The smoke alarms were on, and there was a fire coming from the stove.

"Nothing to worry about, mates!" Pyro called from the kitchen, grabbing the fire extinguisher "Just a small...technical difficulty!" A loud PSSHH! could be heard as foam filled the air. Lance got to his feet and staggered backward.

Curse you, Pyro.

…...

A figure cloaked in black sat in a sleek black sports car down the street from the Brotherhood Boardinghouse, watching smoke billow from the window. But after a minute, the cloud died down.

Blast, the fire wasn't enough!

The car peeled away from the curb and raced off.

Another day, Brotherhood.

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