HEY GAIZ, IT'S BlitzPrinzessin and 2hippie4u again, we just got back from seeing the movie... again. We just wanted to say a few things:

#1: Thank you so much for the reviews. They make us happy. :') Especially Blitzie, cause she's typing. And there is one person whose review was probably the most kickass, one of the best we ever had in response to the author's note which she considered one of the best. So thanks, user Louise Hargadon. Hippie was so touched, she named her cat after you. But, uh, he's a male... so we had to make a small adjustment.

Blitzie also had to resist the urge to stress the a in Charles every time she typed his name.

And since the movie loves them, there will be lots of bald jokes. 3

The Cracker of Grahms reappears as well, so this is probably gonna be a running gag as well. (:

Tschuss! Enjoy!

Oh, and IN SOVIET RUSSIA, GENES MUTATE YOU. Just sayin'.

SOMEWHERE OVER PENNSYLVANIA

1963. AGAIN.

Kahlin was sitting in the passenger seat of Beast's plane, talking his ear off. She had so many questions about her fellow mutants, and the fuzzy blue man was having a hard time keeping up with her.

"So who's the leader of this thing?" she asked him, taking a breath for what appeared to be the first time since she started attacking him with her words. Beast glanced at her for a second before focusing on flying.

"Our leader is a friend of mine, a man known by Charles Xavier. Or," he grinned, "Professor X."

The blonde raised an eyebrow. "Professor X? Is he old and bald or something? Before I dropped out of college, all of my professors were balding. Or just plain cue balls."

Beast laughed. "No. X is 24, I think. He's pretty young. And has a full head of hair." The blue man risked another glance away from his flying, and grinned again. "Between you and me," he whispered to Kahlin, "I've been trying to shave his head while he's asleep. He won't let me, and his telepathy keeps having him wake up before the razor can touch his head."

Both shared a laugh at that confession, and Kahlin sighed. "So, anyone else?" she asked. "Who are the "ex-men," and what powers do they have? And are we almost to New York? Can I stop at Broadway quickly? Or anywhere close? I brought some marshmallows with me and there's this diner called 'The Grahm Cracker…'"

"The X-Men include:

Professor Charles Xavier, our telepath leader.

Me, Hank Beast McCoy, and uh, I guess I have super strength now…?

This kid we call Banshee, he has like, echokinesis or something. I think his real name is Sean, but I'm not sure. At all.

Alex Summers, or Havok, who has energy conversion. He pretty much shoots plasma out of his chest. I don't like him…. He calls me a bozo.

"And yes, Kahlin, we are almost to Westchester. No, you can not stop at Broadway, and what is with you new kids and grahm crackers? I got a telepathic message from Charles about how his recruit discovered another one… at 'The Grahm Cracker.'"

Kahlin giggled and bounced around in her seat, obviously excited. Beast just sighed and shook his head. "This is gonna be a long flight," he muttered under his breath. "These recruits better be worth it, X."

BACK AT THE XAVIER MANSION

DO I NEED TO SAY THE YEAR?

Hadley's eyes were dinner plates as she stared at the X-Men base, Charles's mansion. "Holy crap," she whispered, nudging Bree, who was also gaping, "this place is awesome."

Charles laughed. "It happens to be quite groovy, actually, but thank you. We X-Men make sure we live in comfort. And plus, it's going to be an academy rather soon, so it has to be rather large."

Bree grinned at Charles. Guess we're going to be here for awhile, she mused. Yes, Bree. You'll be fine. Just remember what I've been telling you and you'll be okay, Charles replied.

A sharp elbow to Bree's side ended the nonverbal conversation as Hadley, holding the cat she had mentioned when first meeting the telepaths, made a face. "Nonverbal conversation with a non-telepath in sight? It's like whispering at the dinner table. You just don't do it."

The cat meowed in agreement with his owner as Hadley shifted and cooed at him. "There there, Lou," she whispered, stroking the stiff, charred fur. "So Hadley," Charles asked, "what exactly happened to your cat?"

She turned pink. "I electrocuted him by accident last year." Both telepaths stared at her, dumbfounded, as her face turned brighter. "I was only 22!" she complained. "I'm 23 now. I'm more mature."

"I'm sure you are," Bree muttered, tapping her foot impatiently. She glanced at the other telepath and tilted her head. Screw Hadley, I'm talking like this. How much longer do we have to wait?

Not much longer. Just be patient, Briana. And speaking of mutations, have you decided on what to call yourself?

Nope.

"Hadley, have you come up with a name to call yourself?" Charles smiled at the redhead. Hadley grinned impishly. "Well yeah," she said. "Hadley."

Bree rolled her eyes. "That's so creative, Electra," she said sarcastically. Hadley laughed. "Electra? Sounds like an alien from a B-movie or a bad comic." She grinned. "I LIKE IT! Thanks, Pho!"

"Pho?" Bree's upper lip curled in disgust at the nickname, which made no sense at all when compared to Bree, or Briana.

"Yeah, Phobia!" Hadley beamed. "I'm Electra, you're Phobia!"

Charles, please help me. I don't like it.

You can always change the name sometime, you know. Phobia's good for a start.

I meant the redhead.

…Oh. Regretting finding her?

Dear God, is there a mutant who can reverse time? …Is that a plane I hear?

Once again, the nonverbal conversation ended with a halt, this time as a plane landed right in front of the Xavier mansion. Charles was ecstatic, laughing and clapping as it descended, and the passenger and driver seats opened.

Beast hopped out of the driver seat, and a blonde girl jumped out of the passenger, bouncing.

"Hi," she chirped. "I'm Kahlin! I'm a mutant too!" To prove her words, her form shimmered and vanished.

Beast smiled sheepishly. "She's really good at camouflage," he explained. Charles nodded, and pressed two fingers to his forehead. Alex, Banshee, can you come to the front lawn, please?

Hadley lunged forward in the empty space and smacked the air. A spark shot out of her hand and Kahlin shrieked in surprise, turning back to normal colors. She held her wrist up to the light and pouted. "That hurt," she complained.

The front door flew open and Alex stomped out. "Yes, X?" he asked, somewhat grouchy. "I was taking a nap," he added under his breath. Banshee ran up from behind him.

"New recruits?" he asked eagerly, eyes scanning the three in front of him. "Aha… ladies!" He swaggered over to Bree and flashed her a grin. "How convienient," he said, trying to sound macho, "you're a mutant, I'm a mutant, we should get a bite to eat and talk about it!"

Alex rolled his eyes. "Do you have any other pick up lines?" he asked the strawberry blonde, who turned the same shade as his hair. Shoving Banshee out of the way, Alex stuck a hand out to Bree. "Alex Summers," he said quietly, "or Havok."

She smiled. "Bree Thompson. Phobia." She took his hand and shook it. Beast walked up. "Alex, don't forget to introduce yourself to the oth-"

"Ooh, a fluffy guy!" Bree turned around and examined Beast, amused. "Can I dye your fur brown so I have an excuse to call you a gorilla?" she joked. Beast was so not amused. Alex was. He laughed as Beast, offended, stomped over to stand by Hadley, who began petting his fur.

"It's fuzzy!" she chirped. "Just like Lou!" Beast sighed, rolled his eyes, and began muttering under his breath. "I just had to inject myself. I couldn't have been a man and gotten over it, but no, I had to get worked up over the stupid blue girl and end up the same shade as her!"

Kahlin bounced over to him. "Can I help you with your blue problem?" she asked cheerily. Beast sighed again. "I don't see how you ca-"

"Not the fluffy one," Hadley interjected, snickering. "The female one! Who's this stupid blue girl, hmm?"

Everyone grew quiet, and Bree glanced at Charles. What now? she asked. He blinked.

"Well, everyone," he pointed at Alex, then Beast, then Banshee, "girls. This is Bree, or Phobia. She's a telepath like me. Hadley, or… er, Electra, is electrokinetic, and I don't really understand Kahlin's power, but it has to do with camouflage. I think we're gonna call her Chameleon."

Kahlin's eyes widened as she glanced at the professor for the first time, and her cheeks grew tinted pink. "That's such a clever name!" she chirped. "You're smart!"

Suck up.

Charles smiled. "Well, I am a professor," he offered. Kahlin shook her head wildly. "No," she told him stubbornly, "you can't be a professor until you're old or bald. Or both."

Everyone laughed, and Bree cried out in pain, collapsing suddenly. Alex, who was closest, caught her as she let loose a long string of swear words under her breath. "Are you okay?" the convict asked curiously as everyone gathered around her. She swore, "god dammit!" and shook her head.

"I just read a mind," she said hoarsely, hating herself for holding "all the goddamn attention." Charles blinked. "That's it?" he asked.

Bree shook her head. "Nope," she told him, then paused.

Her next question made him go pale.

"What the hell is a Magneto?"