"Maybe a glue gun would help." Jubilee offered.

Skin glared at her. "I don't think so chica."

"Hey, y'never know!"

"Jube, please. We've had enough of your "advice." Considering it was what got us in this mess in the first place . . ." Everett grumbled.

"Hey, you didn't have to go along with it!"

"Jubilee! You had my Star Trek poster hostage! Yes I DID have to go along with it!"

"Oh. Right. Well, we should still try the glue gun."

Everett sat back and sighed. Maybe she was right. Maybe a glue gun would help. "Okay, lets go get it." They all started to run off when Synch called them back. "Someone has to stay here and guard the vase. We don't want one of the adults finding out."

"He's right. You stay, Ange."

"ME?! Why me?!"

"'Cause if anyone comes by, your good at lying." Jubilee smiled and walked off, Everett close behind her.

Skin sighed and leaned nonchalantly against the door jam. Sure enough, a few minutes later Archangel walked by and stopped, wondering what Angelo was doing standing in front of Besty's door.

"Hey, Ange. What's up?" He asked, trying to look around the boy.

"Not much. Synch, Jubilee and I were just going to put frozen marbles in Miss Braddock's bed so she'd hop around un-ninja like when Jubilee tripped and fell into her vase, shattering it on the floor. They went to get the glue gun," Angelo said dead-pan.

Warren stopped dead and looked at him, then was relieved when it occurred to him that the boy must be joking. That was a ridiculous story. He started to laugh and walked off, shaking his head.

Skin stood there for a bit more before Jubilee and Everett came back up, masking tape in tow.

"Where's the glue gun?!" Skin hissed.

"We couldn't find it. We--"

"You Jube. This was your idea."

"--thought that maybe masking tape would work."

"Madre de dios." Skin murmured to himself, letting them into the room.

Once all there they started putting the vase together again, only to hear a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Jubilee called.

"It's me, Bobby."

"No one's here."

"Oh, that was real smooth." Everett whispered.

Jubilee glared at him.

"C'mon, Jube. Open up. I need to talk to Betts."

"We're having a girl talk. If you want to talk about shopping and P.M.S. come on in!" She called. Both boys near her shied away at the thought of That Time Of The Month.

"Uh, I'll come back later." There was a scuffling as Bobby ran off, and they went back to putting the vase together.

"Do you hear that?" Skin asked.

"What?"

"It sounds like Psylocke."

"Crap. Ev, go get her to stay out!"

"ME?! But--but--"

"Just go!" Jubilee said, shoving him brutally out the door.

"Um . . . hi, Betts." Everett smiled lamely as she came up the stairs.

"Hey, there Ev. Help you?" She asked politely.

"Uh, yeah. I'm . . . uh . . . taking a pole and I was wondering of you'd answer a few questions for me."

"Sure. What do you need?"

"Uh . . . could we go downstairs and talk about it?"

"Okay, why not." Elizabeth sighed and walked back down, wondering what was on his mind. She tested lightly, found his shields were waaaaayyyyyy up, and got curious.

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"WATCH OUT!!! SHE'S COMING IN!!!" Everett screeched as he ran back up the stairs into the telepath's room.

"YOU KIDS DID WHAT TO MY ANTIQUE VASE!!?!?!?!?!!?" She stormed up the stairs, slamming open the door. The offending article lay in pieces on the floor, the kids hiding behind the bed.

"GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!" She shouted, controlling their bodies and pulling them out. Her hands turning to fists at her sides, she tried to breath deeply and finally choked out "What happened."

After telling the story (with some parts deleted) they stood there trying to smile and withering under her gaze.

"We'll fix it. I mean, I was thinking, y'know, maybe a glue gun would help?" Jubilee smiled as the others turned to kill her.

Ninteendays left . . .

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