The young man ran frantically from the furious mob behind him. "What did I DO!?" He cried, ducking under a frantically thrown fireaxe. He lifted his alabaster white arms in front of his face and leapt through a thicket. "KILL THE MONSTER!" They cried, lighting the brush on fire.

The man leaped into a tree, sprouting thick bat wings and flying ahead of the fire. After a while, he stopped, panting, against a tree. His wings retracted into his bare back. He grimaced. He was usually easygoing. But now he was cranky. They hadn't even given him a chance to get dressed before bursting into his home. He sighed exasperatedly. Up until this point nobody had called him a monster. Everyone in his relatively small suburban area was perfectly fine with the way he looked. His bleach- white skin, his large eyes, ringed with a thick black line, and noseless face.

Because he was funny.

Because he could make them laugh. He had been able to make them see past the abnormalities.

Until now. Another axe whistled through the forest, clipping this thumb off. He winced in pain. He reached down, picking it up. His body was like play-doh. He held his hand up and squished them together, the flesh molding back together seamlessly. Then, shaking his hand, he ran off again.

"Yikes!" Another axe flew by. "Where are you people finding all these axes!?" he cried, and then he found himself against a cliff wall. "Uh… Crap." He turned around. The townspeople surrounded him. "Heh heh… uh…" He morphed, growing a thick black moustache and a turban. "He went dataway?" He said in a feeble voice, pointing upwards. They closed in on him.

The moustache and turban vanished. "Eep." Then, they all stopped. Dead. Like they were made of wax. The young man walked forwards, one eyebrow raised, and tapped the lead man's forehead. "Yoo-hoo. Anyone home?" He sighed. "Well… that's odd."

A motorized whirr penetrated the eerie silence. A man in a wheelchair wheeled into sight. "Hello, Kevin Sydney." He whirled around. Nobody knew his real name. Nobody but him. "That's right, I know your name. Although, would you prefer I call you Morph?"

(A/N: Hey, folks. Here to start off the next half of the story for everyone! It's time the Hellfire Club got what was rightfully coming to them, a big ol' can of refried whoopass! And the X-men have a new recruit to help them do it!)

ACT TWO, SCENE TWO

Kurt laughed, 'porting away with Logan's pants. He left behind a furious cry of "DAMN IT ELF!" And hysterical laughter from the others.

Scott laughed, feeling happy that Kurt was back to his usual, goofy self. He was still too thin for Scott's liking, after being in a coma for two weeks, but he supposed it was better to have him awake and moving around. Kurt's fur had gotten quite a bit darker after it grew back, and he was able to blend into the surroundings so well that it was almost impossible to see him… And thus it was more likely than ever that you would get pranked when you least expected it. Logan grumbled, trying to keep the smile off his face, and left the room.

Kurt reappeared on the chandelier. "He gone?" Kitty laughed. "Uh huh." Kurt dropped to the ground and took his spot next to her. She gave him a light kiss on the cheek, then returned to her meal.

Next to Scott, Jean took his hand. He smiled at her, and she spoke in his mind. ~Should we tell them now, or later?~ Scott mentally shrugged. ~Any time works for me.~

~Now then?~

~Sure.~

~You tell them.~

~Why me?~

~Because I'm embarassed.~ Scott sighed exasperatedly. Jean giggled a bit.

"Hey, everyone?" Scott said, standing. Everyone looked expectantly at him. Kurt paused with his fork halfway to his mouth, which was still open. John blinked, pulling his Ipod earphones from his ears.

"Jean and I…" He inhaled and exhaled. He was aware of Ororo smiling broadly. "Jean and I are going to get married." There was a burst of approval and an uproar of noise from everyone at the table.

"Congrats, Scott!" Kitty cried, clapping along with everyone else. John whooped an hollered, Kurt laughed, clapping. "Gluckwunsche! Congratulations!" Logan clapped him on the back, and Ororo teared up slightly. After a great round of congratulations, well wishings, and the like from everyone, Scott and Jean retired to 'set wedding dates'. Kurt made kissy faces as they left, and that didn't elude Scott.

"Man, I can't believe they're getting married." John said. It had been a day since Scott announced his and Jean's intentions. Laura giggled, slapping his arm. "Still? You've been saying that since last night." He raised an eyebrow, looking at her with an exasperated expression. "Well maybe I still don't believe it."

"You dork."

"You know you love it."

She laughed as he pulled her into his lap. He put his chin on top of her head, looking at Kurt and Kitty, who were in much the same position. Kurt's tail was waving back and forth lazily. Kitty was watching it with her eyes half closed. John sighed. "I'm happy things have settled down, finally." He said.

Laura nodded. "Bout damn time if you ask me." She muttered.

Kurt sighed, blinking. "I just vish my hair would grow back all ready. I miss my glorious locks."

Kitty laughed. "Aww, but it looks so cute this way."

Kurt shrugged. "Eh, I never really liked having long hair anyvays." J

ohn laughed while Kitty giggled. Laura just rolled her eyes. Kitty kissed him lightly, then stood.

"Hey, vhere ya goin'?" Kurt said, his tail coiling around her waist playfully. Kitty giggled.

"I gotta go to the little girls room, Kurt. Unless you'd like to join me?" Kurt's dark fur turned indigo. Laura laughed. John blinked sleepily. Laura looked up at him as Kitty left. "Hey John, what are you listening to?" Kurt sighed. "Knowing him? Somezhing zat vould melt any normal person's face." He snickered. John sighed exasperatedly. "I'm listening to Grateful Dead, thank you very much." He retorted.

Rogue had walked in in time to hear this. "Oh mah gawd, ah LOVE Grateful Dead!" She squealed, running over to sit down next to John. "What song?" John blinked. "The Golden Road." Rogue grinned. "Fahnally, another Dead Head. Ah thought they'd all gone extinct after the Jonas Brothers came out."

John shook his head, laughing. "Nah, man. I'm a hardcore Dead Head." Laura and Kurt looked blankly from one person to the other as they continued their conversation as if they were speaking a different language. "You see their concert in Talahassee?"

"Yeah, they were pretty good, man. I'm glad they're still touring. Listen to Led Zeppelin?"

"Lahke, only EVERY NIGHT!! What albums ya got?"

"The 'Best Of' albums, one and two. You?"

"Ah've got Mothership, Houses o' tha Holy, and Led Zeppelin IV. They're amazing, ain't they?"

"Dude, awesome!" Laura blinked. "Who are Led Zeppelin?" She asked, realising- Too late!- that it was far and away THE most wrong thing to utter. John's jaw dropped. "You've never-" He turned to Rogue, who was equally surprised. "She never-"

Rogue turned to Kurt. "Ah don't suppose y'all've heard 'em, have ya?" Kurt shook his head.

Kitty walked back into the room. "Kitty!" Rogue cried. "Yer boyfriend has nevah heard Led Zeppelin before!"

Kitty's eyes widened. "He hasn't? Kurt, ya gotta hear them, you'll totally dig it!" She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the Rec Room, Rogue hot on their heels, laughing.

John looked at Laura cautiously. "I don't suppose you want to join them, do you?" Laura raised an eyebrow. John shrugged innocently. "Didn't think so." He smiled at her, kissing her gently on the lips. She grabbed one of his earphones and slipped it into her ear, relaxing against him. He smiled, sliding his hand into hers, and leaning back on the couch. He changed the song to a new one, and she smiled, her eyes growing half-lidded.

"Wow, this is really good. I'm surprised though, this doesn't seem like the kind of stuff Rogue would listen to." John laughed, having been thinking much the same. "Well, life's full of surprises." He said, closing his eyes. He figured he could catch a quick nap before the professor got back with the new recruit.

Kevin looked nervously out the window of the X-Jet. "Professor, you sure 'bout this? I know the guys back home were used to me… are the kids at the mansion gonna be ok too?" The professor chuckled from the cockpit. "Of course they will, Kevin." Kevin scratched his alabaster white cheek. "Professor-"

Another chuckle from up ahead. "Ah yes. I'm sorry, Morph." Morph nodded. "Thanks." He blinked again, an activity that really wasn't even blinking, seeing as he had no eyelids. Or eye sockets. Or… eyes, at all really. Just white ringed by thick, black lines. He loved the way he looked. No distinguishing features, at all really. Except his mouth. And he LOVED his mouth. But he could even change that.

Morph morphed a fine tux onto himself and a cigar into his mouth. "So, chief." He said past the 'cigar' in a 'muggsy' accent. "When we gonna get there, huh?" Professor smiled back at him from the cockpit. "All in good time, Morph. All in good time. By the way, I have a costume for you in the back." Morph returned to just a simple white 'T' shirt and jeans. "Thanks, prof, but I don't need clothes. I can just morph them on." He said. He grinned. "I like it better. See, technically I'm not wearing any clothes at all."

~X-Men. Please report to the entrance hall. I've returned with our new student.~

There was a bit of commotion at this. Especially for Kurt. He fretted whether or not to bring his inducer. He bit his lip, then shook his head, swiping it from off his nightstand. He slid it on, and looked down as his 'school clothes' appeared. He sighed a bit. Kitty phased her head through his door. "Kurt, come on." He nodded, walking over to the door and opening it manually. Kitty smiled at him, slipping her hand into his. "So like, you're gonna wear your inducer?" She asked in a delicate tone. Kurt nodded, blinking a bit. "Ja." He mumbled. "Shall ve Katze?" Kitty took his arm. "Let's." She said, and they teleported to the hall. They reappeared, surprised to find that they were the first ones.

"Like, wow. It's a first." Kitty said good-naturedly. Kurt chuckled. "You vould zhink zat ve vould be last."

Kitty giggled. "'Course not, elf. Come on, let's go meet the new kid!" Kurt's smile faltered for a moment, then he turned it up to megawatt power, brushing away his doubts. "Ja." He walked over to the professor.

"Ah, Kurt, Kitty. I'd like you to meet Kevin Sydney." Kurt's megawatt smile widened, if it was possible.

"You're not normal at ALL!" He cried excitedly. Kevin blinked confusedly.

"Oh, yeah, thanks pal, neither are you." Morph retorted, rubbing his hands together. He raised an eyebrow and gave a lopsided grin that spelled 'prankster' all over it. Kurt caught himself.

"Oh. I am sorry. But you see, I am not… so good vith zhe meeting of new people." He turned off his holowatch, holding his breath.

Morph blinked a bit. "Well, I can certainly see why, blue boy. Hey, don't worry about it. Don't joke about my choice in clothing and I'll lay off your looks, deal?" Kurt grinned. He liked this kid all ready.

"Deal. Nice to meet you Kevin, my name ist Kurt." He shook the other's hand. He nodded.

"Call me Morph. Nice to meet-" At this point, his hand came off. It just fell off in Kurt's hand, and Kurt looked at it with a horrified look on his face. Kitty stared at it dumbfoundedly. Morph looked at his stump, then to his hand, and back. Then he blinked. "Oops." Then he burst out into hysterics. "Hah! HAHAHAHA!"

He doubled over, laughing hysterically. The hand wiggled in Kurt's hand, making Kitty shriek and jump back.

"Yipes!" Kurt cried, dropping the hand and recoiling as if bitten. The hand dropped to the floor, where it wiggled a bit. Then it became a frog that looked suspiciously like the looney tunes frog, put on a top hat and began to dance. Morph was laughing so hard tears leaked down his face. Kurt began to snort, then snicker, then he was laughing hysterically with Morph, who picked up the frog, and morphed it back onto him, growing another hand.

Kitty sighed exasperatedly, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "Great. We've got another Kurt." Morph and Kurt were supporting each other, both gasping for breath as tears of mirth rolled down their cheeks.

As it turned out, Morph fit in better than expected. Other than flirting shamelessly with every girl in the mansion (Resulting in more than a few slaps) he fit perfectly into life at the mansion. So well, in fact, that it seemed like he was a missing piece to their life. What was more surprising was his nonchalance about his looks. He genuinely didn't care about his white skin, noseless face, or dark bands that surrounded white, pupil and iris-less eyes.

He capitolised on his powers more than everyone else, using them to accentuate his sentences, questions, and smart remarks. He and Kurt often teamed up to pull of pranks bigger than what either could do on their own (Much to everyone's dismay… Kurt was fond of 'porting Morph's limbs into the girls' rooms for later discovery).

But more than anything, Morph and John became fast friends. He was the Evan that the institute had been missing. But it turned out there was a reason for Morph's introduction to the team, as the Professor revealed at dinner one night long after.

"You're doing what!?" Amara cried. "You can't send us away!" The professor shook his head. "Amara, please understand. I am NOT sending you away. We are merely sending you to Magneto's institute in San Fransisco for you to train." Rahne looked dismally down at her food.

"Professor, I understand that it's our best intentions y' got in mind, but… Why is it we cannae' stay? This cert'nly seems like someth'n we should be able t' decide fer ourselves." She said quietly.

Bobby sighed exasperatedly from across the table. "Oh, suck it up. It's just you, me, Jubilee, Amara, Sam, Robbie, and Ray, right? We always hang out anyways, so it's just like we're going on vacation."

Amara glared furiously at Bobby. "Shut up, Bobby! YOU may not like anyone else here but WE actually have friends here!" She fired up, pointing at his plate of mashed potatoes. They exploded, covering him in slightly singed bits of mash and gravy. She stormed out, a vase shattering into molten pieces as she passed. Bobby wiped the potatoes out of his eyes and gave the professor a forlorn look.

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean it like that." John stood. "I'll go talk to her, ok?" The professor nodded as the table went back to eating. John jogged out of the room after her.

He found Amara outside, sitting in Storm's gardens, crying quietly. John sat down next to her, and she looked up at him for a moment, then looked back at the ground. "What do you want?" She asked miserably. "To rub it in my face?" John raised an exasperated eyebrow.

"Oh, come on now." He said, rubbing her shoulder. "Would I ever rub anything in your face?" He said lightheartedly.

Amara glared at him. "Yes." John chuckled a bit, raising his hands in defeat.

"Ok, maybe. But why would I rub something like this in your face?" He put a hand on her shoulder. "That is DEFINITELY not something big brothers do."

She looked up at him miserably, lip quivering. "But… why?" She whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

John hugged her in a brotherly manner. "It's ok, Mar. Just think about how when you get back, you'll be way better at controlling your powers."

She closed her eyes, then pulled back looking into the sky. "I know he's not sending us away… but it feels like it." John sighed, looking up with her, putting his elbows on top of his knees and clasping his hands together. ""Sometimes, we have to make sacrifices for the ones we care about, whether it's moving away to train-" She looked away. "-Or having to go a while without your little sister." She turned back to him, a small smile curving her face. "Thanks, John." She hugged him lightly, then stood. "I should probably go apologize to the others." She said. John chuckled. "Probably." He stood up, following her back to the house.

(A/N: Well, there's a chapter of a little downtime for recovery. I'll have the next one up ASAP!)