A/N: So, here it is. Sequel to a sequel, but the best part is that no prior reading of the prequels is necessary. This story is likely to be four to five chapters (I've only got two planned so far) long, and will be over by this Friday. Then on Halloween, I'll end the story. Halloween, because my epilogue is set during that day.

Another thing to keep in mind is that this story will be a collection of short one-shots. Hence, after reading this chapter, if there's any such situation you'd like our 'dynamic duo' (and yes, that's Forge and Wolverine, not Rogue and Remy) to find themselves in, let me know. If I can, I'll use them.

So, without further ado, let us begin.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the different worlds of X-Men.

"Forge, where the hell are we?" Wolverine said gruffly, as he keenly surveyed his surroundings.

"Um, a hospital?"

"I know that, you brainless, pathetic idiot! But which one?"

"N-no idea," stammered the younger mutant. "But let's go and find out, shall we? I mean, that looks like Kitty over there."

It sure did, Logan thought, but from the way the hyper girl was peering in his direction as they walked towards her, he doubted it was the same Kitty he knew.

As if Forge had read his mind, the boy whispered urgently to him.

"Remember, Logan, we are in an alternate dimension. A human one. No one knows we are mutants, so please keep your claws to yourself."

"Oh, I wouldn't harm them," Logan muttered, then shot Forge a nasty look. "You, on the other hand, are an entirely different matter."

Forge gulped.

"I...if something happens to me, you can't go back."

"Which is why you are still alive," answered Wolverine, dryly.

By now, they have reached what was clearly the reception. The girl sitting, or rather vibrating with enthusiasm, behind the desk was definitely Kitty. Her name tag certainly put any doubts at ease.

"Hi!" Kitty said, smiling exuberantly. "You guys here to see Dr Summers?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, Dr Grey-Summers." Kitty then scowled. "Really, I hate hyphenated names. I mean, just because Dr Grey is married to Dr Summers is no reason for her to take on his name. Like, you don't see Dr Summers going around as Dr Summers-Grey."

"Does that mean you von't be changing your name vhen you marry that paramedic fiancé of yours?"

Forge and Logan turned at the sound of the new voice and saw Kurt, the image-inducer version, cleaning the floor.

Logan smirked.

The Elf was the cleaner, was he?

"Why should I?" Kitty asked indignantly, then smiled cheekily. "When I marry Lance, I'll still keep my name with 'pride'".

Both she and Kurt laughed at that.

Hmm, some things never changed, thought Logan. Apparently, Scott and Jean were married even in this reality, and Kitty was clearly engaged to Lance.

Just then, a door opened, and in walked the psychic red head. However, in this universe, she wasn't a telepath.

Jean smiled at Kitty and Kurt, and then looked quizzically at Forge and Logan.

"Are they my next patients?"

Before Kitty could reply though, another door burst open and a purple-haired, heavily pregnant woman in a wheelchair was pushed in by two paramedics.

"Betsy's pregnant here as well?" Logan muttered under his breath.

"And Alex is a paramedic, too?"

Apparently, they were. The room was suddenly filled with chaos as Lance and Alex began shouting orders.

"Mrs Worthington's in labor."

"Hurry, we need to get her to the delivery room."

Two nurses rushed out from yet another door, their name tags claiming them to be Wanda Maximoff and Lorna Dane.

"You need to alert Dr Summers," said Kurt the cleaner. "He came in just now. I saw him. It's his shift, though Dr..."

"I know, hubby dear," Wanda threw over her head as she and Lorna took over from Alex and Lance. "Someone just help Mr Worthington. The poor dear might faint with fear."

Even before they all had disappeared through the door, the lift doors opened and in walked Warren himself.

"M-my wife...she...she..."

"Don't worry, Mr Worthington," Kurt said with as much as cheeriness as he could muster. "She'll be fine. She's in good hands. My wife is an excellent nurse."

As everyone proceeded to calm down a petrified-looking Warren, Forge and Logan exchanged glances.

"I'd like to see how our Warren behaves when Betsy goes in labor," Logan said with relish.

"Yeah, even they are together in this reality, just like Kurt and Wanda and the others. And from the way Alex was checking out Lorna even in the middle of all this commotion, not to mention the telltale red tints in her cheeks, I'm pretty sure those two are an item too."

"Which just leaves..." Logan began warily.

"Ugh!" Scott Summers muttered in disgust as he walked in the reception.

"Dr Summers?" Lance asked in confusion. "What are you doing here? Betsy Worthington is having the baby. Mr Warren..."

"Oh, don't worry," Alex said, with a wave of his hand. "Poor fellow already passed out."

Scott, however, wasn't listening. In fact, he looked ready to pull out all his hair.

"Scott?" Jean asked gently. "What's wrong?"

"What do you think? When Mrs Worthington was brought in here, I knew we had a delicate case in our hands. She's two weeks early. So, I thought I'd get a second opinion. You know, bring in another expert in the matter."

"Oh no," Kurt whispered.

"Not again," Kitty murmured resignedly.

"Yes, again. Once again, I had the misfortune of walking in on Dr LeBeau banging Nurse Anna. This time, on his desk. From behind. Ugh! I need to clean my mind with bleach."

"So do we all, Scott, so do we all," Jean said, patting her husband's arms comfortingly.

"Uh...they are not talking about Rogue and Gambit, are they?" Forge asked Logan in a strangled voice.

"They had better not," growled Logan.

Right on cue, the two entered the room.

Gambit looked his usual cocky self, as he lazily addressed Scott, like the other hadn't just seen him screwing a nurse.

"You were looking for moi, Dr Summers?"

"Yeah," replied Scott, then continued sarcastically, "but saw more than I ever wanted to."

Gambit laughed.

"What can I say?" he answered, as leered at Rogue again. "My girlfriend's super sexy. Just by looking at her, I get so hot..."

"I do not wish to know," Scott interrupted. "There are more important matters we need to deal with right now. Betsy Worthington's in labor, LeBeau."

As Scott pulled Gambit away, the Cajun turned around and spoke to his long-time girlfriend.

"Wait for me in my office when your shift's over, chère," Gambit said with a wink. "And lose the panties."

"Whatever you say, shugah," Rogue purred.

Several groans were heard in the room as the two doctors walked away. Even Forge and Logan joined them while Rogue chuckled to herself...until she noticed the two time travelers.

She stared curiously at them.

"Are they your patients, Dr Grey?" she asked, looking over at Logan and Forge.

"What was that, Anna?" Jean inquired, then followed Rogue's gaze. "Oh, yeah...I don't know..."

"Gotta hand to you, Doc," Rogue said smirking. "Only you are brave enough to take on these nut-jobs. Ah mean, look at the pair of them. Who wears blue overalls with yellow accessories? And the other one? Man, that guy needs a thorough shave, not to mention a new hairdo. That's the most dumb-looking hair style ah've ever seen. What a mismatched couple."

"Eh, are they talking about us?" Forge asked, elbowing Logan, who in return smacked Forge on the head.

"But ah guess, being a shrink, you don't have a much of choice," Rogue continued sympathetically to Jean.

"Jean's a psychiatrist?" Logan asked, incredulously.

"And they all think we are her patients," Forge replied in a horrified voice.

"Forge, you better get us outta here before they commit us to the funny farm!"

"Right on it, Captain!"

And with that, Forge focused his device on himself and Logan, and with a blinding flash of red light, they vanished off...and landed on their asses in a patch of grass...near a playground.

A/N: So, how was it? I know it's not ROMY centric, but I couldn't find it in my heart to leave out the others. Plus, these one-shots are to prove to Logan, that all these couples are meant to be, whether as mutants or humans, in this present time or another. Anyways, by now, you all know what I'm aiming for. If there's any other profession you would like to see them, let me know. I'll try and use them if I can do justice to them.

Next up: Forge and Logan encounter a bunch of six-year-olds.