A/N: Hello ROMY lovers :). This is one of the sequels I planned for X-Men: Evil Seduces. Yes, one of them, 'cause I might end up writing another sequel where we see ROMY dealing with pregnancy and so on. Now, this story will be a multi-chapter story, but will be short and straight forward, unlike its prequel which ended up confusing people. Here, we are back at the X-Men: Evolution universe, with a few exceptions.
Also, I'll try to make it so that this story can stand on its own. That way, those of you who haven't read my other story, won't get confused or anything. Just know the following are paired up:
Also, except for Jean, all the other girls are pregnant.
Hope you all like it.
P.S. I'm trying my hand at the whole accent thing here. Do correct me if I'm doing it wrong.
Disclaimer: I do not own the different worlds of X-Men.
"Any idea what this is about?" Kitty asked Rogue, as Lance carried her bridal style to their destination.
"Nah," replied the green-eyed girl, as she slapped Gambit's hand away from her bottom. Again.
"I tell vou, I'll really hurt Forge if thees turns out to ve something inconsequential," Kurt muttered. "All thees valking is not good for Wanda, or any of vou girls."
"Oh, can it, Kurt," Wanda said, irritated.
"If Lorna also acts pissed off like you girls all the time when she enters her third trimester, I'm gonna leave her at the Brotherhood mansion and stay here." Alex murmured, earning a slap at the back of his head from his girlfriend.
Gambit laughed, as Alex winced and rubbed his head.
"Nevah tease a pregnant woman, mon ami."
"Shut it, Swamp rat," Rogue growled.
"Like, how long will this take?" Kitty complained. "I wish Warren would fly me downstairs too, like he did with Betsy."
"At least, Lance is carrying you, which is more than what I'm getting here," Wanda replied, glaring at Kurt.
"I vould carry voy too, but vou are a bit heavy at the moment." This time, Wanda was the one to hit her husband.
Gambit would have laughed out loud, but smothered it quickly when Rogue glared at him.
"I don't understand why Wanda, Lance and I have to be here," Lorna asked. "We are not X-Men. We are part of the Brotherhood."
"I don't know, babe," Alex replied. "Forge said it was urgent, and we all had to be here."
By now, the group had reached Forge's lab, and saw Warren and Betsy already present there. Forge was tinkering with some device, and looked up when they entered.
"Oh, great," he smiled. "You are all here."
"So, what was so important that ya had ta drag us all heah?"
Forge smiled widely at Rogue, and Rogue got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. A happy Forge usually led to some wired, unexplained gizmo, which in turn cause unprecedented havoc.
"Forge, I'm telling vou..."
"And there comes our final participants," Forge announced, ignoring Kurt, as Scott and Jean entered the lab. Jean heard him, and tried to go through his head. She usually didn't invade others' minds without their permissions, but Forge had got them in enough troubles in the past with his inventions, and Jean had no wish to get tangled into another one.
However, the mutant seemed to be singing 'Jingle Bell' in his head, and Jean didn't find anything suspicious.
"So, if you all wouldn't mind standing in a line over there..."
"What's this, a photo session?" Jean tried to joke, as she looked intently at Forge. Nope, he was still singing the Christmas song, but the cheeky grin he adorned was proof that he was trying to block her attempts.
"Not exactly, but you all can pretend it is and stand accordingly."
"Let's get this over with," Wanda muttered, annoyed.
The rest agreed, and they all began to stand where Forge had pointed. The women stood in the front, and the men behind their girlfriends and wives. Forge did some repositioning, like he really was a photographer and wanted to ensure everybody would fit in the frame. When he was happy with the arrangement, he went back to the device he was working on, and placed it on a tripod, like a camera.
Most of them were getting restless, but Rogue, Kitty and Jean started to get worried, as did Scott, Kurt and Lance. They remembered the time when Kurt got stuck in another dimension because of one of Forge's creations, or when monsters from another dimension crashed their school dance.
They were about to protest when a blinding yellow light flashed on their faces, and rendered them temporarily blind. After that, none of them remembered anything.
"I got an uneasy feeling about this, Chuck," Logan muttered, as he followed the Professor to Forge's lab. Hank and Ororo were walking by his side.
"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about, Logan," Hank said, kindly.
"Yes, you worry too much." Ororo smiled at her lover.
The Professor, however, was quiet and Logan picked up the dread that was suddenly emanating from the Professor.
"Chuck, what's wrong?"
The Professor knew there was no point in lying to Logan. Although he was not sure, and he hoped fervently he was wrong, but if Forge's latest device had affected the rest of the X-Men, then Logan would find it out soon enough.
"I can't read Forge, he seemed to have blocked me somehow."
"How did he..."
"What is confusing though, are the strange thoughts I'm picking up from our X-Men, and some Brotherhood members, too."
"What do mean by confusing, Charles?" Ororo asked, starting to get panicked. If the Professor was worried, then things were not good.
"Well, if you ask me, things got confusing when Forge asked us to visit his lab, saying he had a surprise for Logan," Hank supplied. "Since when has Logan liked surprises, and since when has any of Forge's surprises turned out well?"
"We must hurry then," Ororo said, and started walking faster towards the lifts.
Once inside, they pressed the appropriate buttons to take them to Forge's lab. All were deep in thoughts about what would await them when they reached their destination. Nothing, though, prepared them for the sight that greeted them as the doors to Forge's lab opened.
The Professor stared wide-eyed, Hank's jaw practically touched the floor, and Ororo gasped.
"You've got to be kidding me," growled Logan.
There, before their very own eyes stood Scott, Jean, Warren, Remy, Betsy, Alex, Rouge, Kurt, Kitty, Wanda, Lorna and Lance - some a few inches shorter, some thinner, most of them confused...and all of them about sixteen years of age.
A/N: So, how was it? Any questions? Some explanations will be given in the next chapter. I'll probably end this story with eight to ten chapters. Any suggestions what you would like to see in later chapters?