This story was originally untitled. But since Fanfiction would not allow me to add chapters to it for some reason, (I never really read the error messages), I just created it as a new story. The first three chapters are the same as the last one, with, hopefully more coming. (No more error messages=new chapters!)And lest I forget, this is dedicated to Jay aka Jordan. Happy birthday! (Again)

Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. Really. I wish.

"What a junk assignment." Emma growled settling into a seat across from Jean Grey.

"Quit grumbling Emma. I'm excited to do this. It's a rare opportunity. Why are you so grumpy?"

"Because I am thoroughly disinterested. Is that a good enough reason?"

Jean smiled at her friend. She uncrossed her legs to shift slightly in her seat. Her foot brushed the side of Emma's leg. The contact was met with a scowl by the blonde.

"Really? I can hear your thoughts Emma. You know it was an accident."

Emma mumbled a response, "Keep your feet to yourself."

Jean's smile grew wider. "I'll do my best, but you know they have a mind of their own." Jean reached out with her foot and brushed Emma's leg again.

Emma cocked an eyebrow. "Keep it up Phoenix and you won't reach your destination."

Jean laughed and proceeded to kick of her shoes completely. "You're the one who chose the seat across from mine. So keep your threats to yourself." She rubbed Emma's knees with her toes.

Emma swatted at Jean's feet. "That's so un-hygienic. Gross. Keep your troll feet to yourself."

Jean laughed again. "Troll feet? My feet are gorgeous. Rub them."

"WHAT?" Emma asked astounded.

"You heard me. Keep the Phoenix at bay. Rub Emma."

"What is wrong with you?"

"My feet are antsy, and we have a long trip ahead of us. You want them to stop pestering you, well then I suggest you rub them."

Emma sat back and crossed her arms.

"Emma, quit pouting and do as you're told." Jean giggled.

Emma threw her hands up in the air and huffed, "Fine. Will you sit still once I do?"

Jean's only answer was a grin. Emma grabbed one of the offending appendages and began rubbing it.

"Thank you. That feels nice Em."

Betsy approached and stopped before sitting.

"What?" Emma snarled.

"Nothing Emma." Betsy snickered taking the seat next to Jean's. She leaned over to the redhead, "You know you are the only one who could get away with this. Why is that?"

"Emma thinks my feet are amazing."

Emma snorted, but turned her attention to the other foot.

Jean sighed in content relaxation. "We were just discussing how excited we are to see the Watch Tower."

Betsy nodded. "I agree. It's a pretty amazing place I've heard."

Emma rolled her eyes. "It's a metal bucket filled with silly superheroes. Hardly the opportunity of a lifetime."

Jean wiggled her feet in Emma's lap. "Less talking. More rubbing."

Betsy concealed her grin as Emma switched her attention back to the other foot. "They are hardly silly."

"Name one that isn't," Emma grumbled.

"Wonder Woman is pretty cool."

"Hmmph," was the only response from the blonde.

"What have you got against her?" Betsy asked. Telepathically she projected to Emma, 'Her hair isn't red. Is that it?'

Emma glared at Betsy. The purple haired woman laughed in response and stood up. "I'm going to sit with Storm. She's in a much better mood than you." Betsy walked towards the back of the Blackhawk and found her other friend. "Ororo, you aren't going to believe what I just saw. Emma is up there rubbing Jean's feet."

Storm smiled. "Really?"

Betsy sat down and replied, "Yep. I don't even think Jean had to threaten her. The White Queen is whipped."

Storm chuckled a little. "Those two are ridiculous. I don't know why neither of them will admit to being interested in the other."

Betsy nodded. "You don't even have to be telepathic to tell what Emma is thinking about half of the time."

"Jean's no better. She thinks she is being coy. But I have seen her face light up when Emma enters the room. She brushes up against Emma all the time. Really it's obvious to everyone else but them."

"I know, but it puts Emma in a positively foul mood bottling this up. She's much more snarky right now. I wish they would hurry up and get this game over with."

The pair sat back in silence. It was broken by Emma whining, "How much longer do I have to do this?"

"Hush Emma. Quit bitching," came the response followed by chuckling in the back.

"What do you think they are like?" Dinah asked the group. Her three friends shrugged.

"Who knows?" Shayera mumbled.

"Think they will be interested in sparring?" Huntress squealed. "I hope so. Then we can settle who is the best really is."

"Really Helena? Is that how you want this to go? Hi, welcome to the Watch Tower. Fancy an ass whipping prior to the tour?" Shayera laughed.

Helena bit her lip. "No. We could give them the tour first."

Dinah playfully shoved Helena. "No fighting. Why are you always so interested in starting something? They are our guests."

"I know, but you guys aren't a little curious?"

"Leave it be Helena." Dinah lightly chastised. Helena was squirming. Dinah sighed, "What?"

"Let's just say for argument's sake we did get into a scrap…" Her friends rolled their eyes. "…how do you think we'd do?"

"I think your mouth is going to get us into trouble. Make sure you have someone with you when you bite off more than you can chew." Diana laughed.

Shayera's face scrunched, "What's that mean? Surely you aren't suggesting that we couldn't beat them."

"Babe, you too? Who cares? This isn't a pissing contest. Let it rest. Dinah is right. They are our guests."

Shayera snorted. "I got your back Helena. We could totally take them. Who do you think their weakest link is?"

"Gotta be Frost." Helena replied.

"WHAT?" The group spun around and came face to face with the X-women and one irate White Queen.

"Shit," Helena muttered.

"Indeed." Emma quipped. "Mind explaining why I am the weakest?"

Jean grabbed Emma's arm. "Em, relax. I am sure she didn't mean anything by it."

Helena stammered. "I-I really didn't."

"I'd still like an explanation."

Betsy sighed. "Maybe it's your name. Emma doesn't exactly strike fear into anyone's mind."

Emma spun around on the woman. "Name one cooler person named Emma."

Betsy laughed, "Emma Watson."

Storm added, "Emma Stone."

Jean giggled, "Emma Peel?"

Betsy shook her head, "Definitely Emma Thompson."

Emma scowled. "Fine, jokers, you made your point." She turned her attention back to Helena. "Anytime you want to see if your little theory is correct…"

Jean stepped in front of Emma. "Ok, ok, that isn't helping."

Diana stepped forward and extended her hand. "Could we start over please? I'm Diana, that is Shayera, Dinah, and the one with the big mouth is Helena."

Jean smiled and took the hand. "I'm Jean, that's Betsy and Ororo, and the disgruntled blonde's identity has already been established."

"Welcome to the Tower. Despite first impressions, we are excited that you are here."

"As are we."

"Would you like a guided tour of the Tower?"

Emma barbed, "Will the ass whipping commence afterwards?"

Diana smiled, "We'll save that for another time."

The women walked away with Jean dragging Emma by the hand.