Later That Night: Darmok.

The members of Generation X sat around the television, all but one sat silent.

"Captains log, Stardate 20435.9, Dathon's death was tragic indeed, but it provided our society with a key to communication with the rest of his race. And perhaps, someday we will learn to live in harmony with them," Thomas whispered along with Captain Picard. His inflections identically matched that of the Bald One, his face mimicking the expressions down to the smallest twitch of the eyebrow.

Jubilee was failing to understand of follow the plot of this particular episode, she would have felt incompetent or perhaps a little slow except for the fact that M was having an equal amount of trouble following the story. Jubilee glanced at Summer who was blissfully unaware of the situation, wrapped many times over in Angelo's extra skin, sleeping in his arms. She glanced at Ev hoping she could do the same, but he to was asleep.

Finally she saw the words she had been waiting for: Executive producer, Rick Berman. Which translates into: The End.

"Wow," whispered Thomas, "was that a great episode or what? If only we could learn to get along so well with other societies."

Those of the group who were still awake rolled their eyes collectively. Angelo nudged Summer gently, "Chica, it's over, wake up."

She sat up in his arms abruptly and screamed, "Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra!"

"Shhh....Shhh, it's ok...it was just a bad dream," he whispered trying to calm her.

She struggled momentarily, trying to free herself from his extra skin before calming down.

"Oh, Ange," she whispered, "It was terrible, I dreamed that..." Then she saw Thomas rewinding the tape and starred wide eyed.

"What did you dream, Summer?" Thomas asked.

"That...that..umm..that Picard guy never understood Dathon," but then silently she sent to Angelo, ("It wasn't a dream!") along with a telepathic whimper.

About that time, Sean walked into the room, "Lads, lasses, don't forget ye have a big day tomorrow, ye might want ta get ta bed a wee bit early."

"Oh don't worry Mister Cassidy, I'll be in bed by 2100 hours for sure," said Thomas.

"2100 hours?" Mondo mouthed.

"See that ye do," and with that Cassidy left.

"Well...umm...I'm gonna hit the sack a little early," Jubilee said.

Then Thomas said, "But we still have one more episode and its only seven thirty!"

"Well," said Paige, "Jubilee had...uh...asked me to help her study before she went to bed, so if we're going to be in bed by uh...2100 hours, we better get started."

Thomas nodded his head thoughtfully, "Well, yes of course. Your studies are most important, I understand."

Jubilee looked gratefully at Paige and the two left as fast as they could.

"Ok, here we go. This is "Relics", it's a classic!" And with that Thomas pressed the play button and sat back down on the couch.

Out of the corner of his eye Everett saw Mondo melt into the sofa; he reached his aurora to the Samoan and did the same. In most circumstances neither Synch or Mondo would ever consider abandoning their team mates, but this was no ordinary circumstance.

Summer looked longingly after the two and then her eyes lit up. She slipped from Angelo's arms and turned to her ice form, in a moment she had melted into a puddle and flowed out of the room unbeknownst to Thomas.

"Chica! Summer, get back here!" hissed Skin, but she was already gone.

At least M is still here, he thinks to himself. But when he looks over at the young Algerian he sees pupil-less eyes stare at the flickering screen. To some this might seem to be a typical teenager zoning out at the television, but Monet is not a typical teenager. Angelo knows her mind is far from her surroundings, she's having one of her "spells."

Great, he thinks, Why couldn't I have been a teleporter?

After the show ended Thomas and Angelo started towards the boy's dorm, leaving M staring at the dark screen. The entire time Thomas made comparisons between the Original Series and The Next Generation. Trying his best to tune the younger boy out, Angelo took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Thomas looked disdainfully at the cigarette but continued the conversation.

"Look Tom, "Angelo started, his skin was already slack around his face because of the distraction Thomas was to him.

"Thomas," Thomas corrected.

"Thomas," Angelo took a breath, "I grew up in LA, the barrio is tough on an hombre, I never really had the chance to watch Star Trek or anything, I was usually sluggin' it out with one gang or another. Star Trek is just a fantasy; I live in a reality, ok?"

Angelo didn't mean to be so harsh, but he smirked to himself when Thomas shrunk away.

"Look, I'm sorry I was so short, I'm just tired. We have a big training session tomorrow, I suggest you get some sleep."

And with that Angelo sprung up the stairs to his room leaving Thomas standing in the lower hall.

The Next Morning: Biosphere.

The members of Generation X stood together in uniform waiting for their newest team mate to make an appearance. Sean and Emma watched from above.

"This is gonna be good," Jubilee whispered, "We can pulverize the little nerd!"

The normally clam and rational Everett reached his aurora to his girlfriend just to be sure he would have plenty of energy for the fight.

"I don' know guys," said Summer, "When I had to go up against all of you when I first got here I was pretty scared, maybe we should just leave him alone."

"Are you loco?" Angelo asked. "If we give him a bad enough time, maybe he'll go home."

Summer looked irresolute but then said, "You're right. What was I thinking?"

But at that moment a telepathic voice entered their minds.

("This is enough! You children talk about anti-mutants being bigoted against you, about adults being prejudice to you, yet a mutant adolescent, like yourselves is not above your scorn. How can you want others to treat you like humans when you are not willing to do the same! I'm changing the plan. It will be all of you and Thomas against Sean and me.")

("Emma, are ye sure this ''tis necessary?")

("Shut-up, Sean. Children, you shall take the defensive, Sean and I will take offensive.")

(Aren't you always?)

("PAIGE! I just don't know what has gotten into you children today!") And with that Emma cut of the communication.

"Great, just great. Now we have to cooperate with the little--" But Mondo (who has not been acting like himself ever since Thomas became his roommate) was cut short as Thomas walked in.

Wearing the standard spandex uniform (the one that conforms itself to your every feature) he marched over to the group. The girls collectively began coughing trying to hide their laughs. The guys of the group simply smirked and said "hello."

Angelo's dry sense of humor along with his wiry muscle compensated for his slight frame, no one ever thought him puny or weak. Thomas, on the other hand was as interesting and humorous as a documentary on dirt, his lack of muscle made the spandex uniform appear to large for him (which is a tough trick when it comes to spandex); he was the definition of puny.

After explaining the rules to Thomas, Emma began the countdown to when the session would begin. When "one" came they all braced themselves and waited. Then they heard the ear piercing sonic scream of Banshee.

("Spread out! Don' giv'im any station'ry tar'gts ter 'it!") Jonothan called out.

"What?" screamed Thomas.

"The hombre meant was 'Vamanos!' " Angelo yelled to Thomas.

"What did he say?" Thomas shouted.

"Ang'lo sayd ta get movin' befoah ya get yoah sef kilt!" Husk screamed at Thomas.

"What did she say?"

"Dude, ya betta start bookin'! You down wi' that?"

"Huh?"

But no one heard him because they were all running away. He took the idea and ran off to the woods.

In a different section Gen X stood panting.

"Ok...now what?" Mondo huffed.

"Well, we'll split up. Angelo, Summer, you two take the river. Jubilee, Ev, take the field. Mondo, Thomas, you," M paused, "Where's Thomas?"

Mondo shrugged and look towards Jonothan, "I thought he was with Chamber."

Jonothan said, ("No, I told 'im ter run, but the ruddy plonker jus' stood there!")

"Perfect, we lost 'im. Frost is gonna kill us," muttered Paige.