DISCLAIMER: The X-Babies and most of everyone else belong to Marvel Comics or someone else other than me. No profit is being made. (A little side note, no X-Babies were hurt in the making of this fan fiction, though I can't say the same for anyone else.)

Somehow Tom tricked me into writing one of these. All I wanted to do was write a Pokemon/X-Men crossover with someone, but Tom wouldn't go for it. Imagine that! Well, it's his lost. I wrote one anyway. Hee hee hee ;)

Continuity note: This happens simultaneously with the events of X-Men Gold and Blue #31

VISIONS presents:

X-Babies

Plot: Tom and Link
Script: Link
The Artist Formerly Known as Mojo: Tom

It simply wasn't enough. No matter what she said, it wasn't enough for them. They wanted, no, they needed more. It was plain to see that someone with their high-metabolism craved sugar, especially the chocolate variety from the far off distance world known as Earth. And the chocolate-chip cookie was irresistible. No matter how many times she explained it to them, the importance of fruits and vegetable, how unhealthy it was just to eat sweets, her words meant absolutely nothing to them.

Dazzler was only an adult; she couldn't understand. She never had to go through the craving, the constant hungry. So it was no surprise that they took matters into their own tiny hands. After all, they were the X-Babies. Trouble is their middle name. So is Hyper-active, Tiny, Whiny, Stinky and of course, Super-Duper Cute.

"C'mon on. She's gonna hear us. Hurry up."

"Quit yer yapping, we're comin'."

"Do we have to do this now? What if Cyke catches us? He's gonna be awfully mad at us."

"Gettin' cold feet, Icebaby. Never figure ya fer a weenie."

"I'm no weenie!"

"Weenie."

"No way. You're the weenie."

"Weenie, weenie. Icebaby's a weenie."

"Wouldja two stop it." Sugar rolled back her eyes and muttered the phrase that every female had muttered at least once in her life: "Oh Gawd, boys."

In the cover of darkness, they, a small intrepid group of four quietly made their way down the hallway. Sugar in the lead followed by Wings, Icebaby and Wolvie. Their mission: to get to the kitchen and raid the cookie jar before Dazzler or Cyke find out. It was a special mission requiring that they stayed in the adorably cute pajama. Should they be caught, they would need all the cute power they could muster to wiggle out of trouble. That was the logic presented by Wings, and plus the fact they couldn't get out of their pajama without Dazzler's help.

Sugar flew up into the room and turned on the light switch. The lights poured in, blinding them momentarily. Their eyes widened as they behold the object of their utmost admiration, the mighty sacred refrigerator.

"Uh, so how long are we gonna gawk at the fridge?" Wolvie asked, picking at his nails. "We see it everyday. What so special about it now?"

"Silly, it's the principle. We're showin' our respect."

"Oh."

"Okay, we're done. Let's get goin'."

"No wait," Icebaby said. His hands fisted, he shook them with his eyes shut. "Forgive us for what we're about to do."

Slowly and carefully, Wolvie climbed onto Sugar's shoulders. Next Wings climbed up Sugar and Wolvie and sat on Wolvie's shoulders. Lastly, Icebaby who wasn't the most agile of the X-Babies or the bravest, climbed up, accidentally stepping on Wolvie's nose.

"Hey watch it, weenie!"

"Sorry, and don't call me weenie."

Sugar, at the bottom carrying three X-Babies, was having second doubts about the plan. "Why do ah have ta be at the bottom?" she mumbled as she tried with much effort to stay balanced. The X-Babies Totem was beginning to waver back and forth.

"Cause yer the strongest."

"Just be quiet, and stand still."

With a move that seemed to defy the laws of gravity, Sugar managed to make over to the refrigerator still standing on her feet. Icebaby could only stare at the gleaning porcelain jar. The words 'COOKIE JAR' scrolled across the cream-colored surface, almost calling out to him.

He reached up and carefully grabbed the holy container off the refrigerator, and lifted it high above his head. An unexpected exhilaration filled him, a burst of power unlike anything he had ever felt before. In his hands was the cookie jar. *THE* cookie jar. The world, no, the whole universe couldn't stop him now. No more begging, no more tears. The cookies were finally his for the taking.

Icebaby shouted uncontrollably, "I got it!"

"Shhh... Don't yell," Wings warned him. He would have also bonked him on the head if Icebaby wasn't sitting on top of him.

"Whoa! AHHHHH!"

"Yikes!" There was a sudden shift in direction. (Like you didn't see this coming.) Sugar was trying desperately to keep her balance. The totem leaned back, she stepped back. The totem leaned forward, she stepped forward. It went to the side, she stepped to the side. You get the idea. This went on for quite a while.

"Stand still!"

"Ahhh! I'm getting air sick!"

And to make matters worse....

"Hey, ah can't see. Get yoah hands off mah eyes, Wolvie!"

In the words of a Terran lumberjack, 'TTTIIIIIMMMMM-BBBBBEEEERRR!'

CRRAASSHHH!!!

A pair of baby-blue eyes slowly opened, almost too afraid to imagine what had happened. Did it survive? Was it in one piece.

"Owww... My head hurts." Wolvie's face was kissing the floor with Wings sprawled on top of him. Fortunately for him, Wolvie broke his fall. Unfortunately for him, Wolvie broke his fall.

"Bub, ya've better get off of me right now," he mumbled still kissing the floor. He must really like that floor.

Wings compiled without a moment's delay. He even took a few steps away from him, just to give some breathing room.

"Where's Icebaby?"

"Over there!" Sugar shouted. There, a few feet away, was Icebaby, seemingly frozen in time like statue. His body was laid out on his stomach, his chin was resting on the floor, and mostly importantly, his arms were above his head, holding their prize.

The cookie jar was in one piece!

"Way to go, Icebaby!"

"Good job!"

"Maybe you're not a weenie after all."

They all ran over to him and lifted the jar away from him. More like they had to pry away from his hand. Wolvie was the first to reach for the cover when an annoying voice challenged their right to the cookies.

"What do you think you're doing? It'th way patht our bedtime!" Cyke had his arms folded across his chest doing his imposing fearless leader routine. Was it also mentioned that he was wearing his little ducky pajama with ducky slippers? Probably not.

Shower was flying in after him, followed by a sluggish Creepy Crawler still rubbing his eyes.

"We're busted!"

"They made me do it. I was an in cent buy standard," Icebaby cried out. He ran over to Shower and hid behind her. Shower only shook her head at him.

The remaining three glared him and all together murmured, 'Weenie' under their breaths.

"Hey why didn't any of you wake me! Maybe I wanted to go too," Crawler protested.

"We couldn't wake ya."

"You didn't try hard enough!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not! Did not! Did not!"

"Thtop it! Put it back."

"Put what back?" Wolvie asked innocently while casually hiding the cookie jar behind himself.

"What!" Icebaby exclaimed. "After all the work getting it down, you want us to put it back?!" They all looked at him and he covered his mouth and cowered behind Crawler this time.

"Ah c'mon, Cyke." Sugar clasped her hands together and batted her eyes so adorably. "Couldn't we just have one itsy-bitsy piece? Pretty pretty please. Dazzler won't notice one missin'."

"No," he told her flatly.

She snapped her fingers. "Darn. Must be losin' mah touch."

"Darlin', you never had it."

While they were busy settling the issue of the cookie jar, a strange aroma wafted through the air.

"Hey, do ya smell that?" Wings asked.

"What?" Wolvie sniffed his armpits. "It's not me."

"I thmell it too. What ith it?" Cyke started smelling room trying to find its source. He sniffed the sleeping Creepy Crawler, Wings and then Wolvie.

"Lay off! I told ya it ain't me!"

Sugar gave a huge yawn. "Whatever it is, find it already." She sat down and yawned again. "Ah'm gettin' tried."

Getting a little drowsy himself, Cyke thought it best to forget the whole odor mystery and just head back to sleep. Leaders do get tired too you know and it was way past his bedtime. He was ready to call everyone out of the kitchen when he noticed all the X-Babies sleeping. That was odd. Since when do X-Babies get tired after a cookie raid.

He wanted to wake them and get them moving, but first maybe he should also take a nap. It would be a long journey back to the nursery, he reasoned, and a little nap couldn't hurt. Plus he had to make sure no one touched the cookie jar. It was his responsibility as their leader. After that was all decided, he stretched out across the floor, folded his arms under his head and went to sleep.

***

He stared at the diminutive X-Babies as they slept soundlessly in their cell. Removing them from their home took little effort. A well placed and well timed gas bomb put them right to sleep. Then his minions simply teleported in and carried them off without any trouble and most importantly, without alerting Dazzler to their plan. What was infuriating and time-consuming was finding their costume and putting them on. He still believed some of them were put on backwards, but that mattered little to Mojo II.

His eyes flickered to the center of group; one of them was stirring. It was their leader, Cyke.

The little X-Baby yawned and stretched out his arms, scratching his head. When he saw where he was and Mojo II watching him, he got up on his feet and opened his mouth.

That was when Mojo II covered his ears and winced in agony. The X-Baby's voice came out high-pitched and squeaky; an equivalent of nails scraping across a chalkboard. That immediately woke the rest of the X-Babies and soon Mojo II meet a whole chorus of high-pitched, squeaky voices.

"Be quiet!" he shouted. "I said, 'BE QUIET!'"

Surprisingly they stopped talking. One even covered his mouth with his hands.

Grabbing the nearest guard by his throat, he demanded an answer. "What's wrong with their voices!?"

"It...it...must...must be the gas. It...it...must have altered their voices somehow," he stuttered.

"Well they're no good to me like this. Do something!"

"It's...it's temporary, milord. The...effects...should wear off and...they...should...be back to normal after a while."

Not totally satisfied with his answer, he threw the guard across the room. That brought another outburst from the annoying little X-Babies. "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!" he screamed, but that didn't stop them. Instead that only heightened their clamor. He clamped his ear with his hands and stormed out. His guards followed quickly behind him.

"You," he pointed to one of the guards. "I want you stay here and watch them. Don't let them out of your sight." He marched speedily off, putting as much distance as he could between him and those wretched X-Babies.

Mojo II did not have to put up this. If wasn't for orders, he would have disposed of the X-Babies at his own convenience, but _his_ master had to have them, all for the ratings. He was told they would be the next 'big time.' When pigs fly, he thought. He groaned; the things he must suffer through. He definitely had to get a new line of work.

***

Dazzler was worried. No, she was very scared. She couldn't find a single trace of the X-Babies anywhere. It wasn't like them to not be sleeping in their nursery. And now, with breakfast waiting for them, she was very scared for them. The aroma of pancakes and waffles should have brought them stampeding into the kitchen. Where were they?

She woke up late that morning and was expecting to hear a whole round of complaint from them about the tardiness of their meal. To her shock, there was no X-Babies to be found in the house. Maybe they were with Longshot, she thought. There's a possibility she didn't think of. When he wasn't too busy running the government, he would take them out to play. Though, it was very unlike him to not tell her. Maybe he just forgot to tell her this morning.

Feeling somewhat better, she headed to the communicator to contact Longshot. What she saw sent shivers down her spine.

Longshot appeared almost angry and impatient on the com screen. He gave her a bland look when he saw who he was talking to. "What is it?" he asked curtly. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

Somewhat taken back by his rude behavior, she asked politely, "Longshot, I was wondering if the X-Babies are with you."

"Does it look like I have them? No, they're not with me. Don't bother me with this again." The screen blacked out as he cut off the connection.

What's going on? What was wrong with Longshot? Where were the X-Babies?

It was no good staying here. Dazzler wasn't going to get any answers waiting around, and the first thing she was going to do was find Longshot and find out what's wrong with him. Something must be upsetting him enough to be so cold and heartless to her. As for the X-Babies, she hoped they were only playing a game of Hide & Seek. They had a real knack for getting into places where they don't belong.

***

The X-Babies had quieted down. Their voices unfortunately were unchanged, but they were quiet which made it bearable for the guard's ears. It was so quiet in fact that the guard thought it was a good time for a short nap of his own. And as expected in any half-baked plot of little originality, the only guard watching them just happened to snooze off, and what should be in his possession: why the key to the cell. Hmmm...

After much movement and squirming on the part of the X-Babies, they managed to liberate the key from the guard and free themselves from their imprisonment all in record time, and without making a single noise. Quite an achievement for them. Now the exact details as to how they retrieve the key from the guard, well that's a mystery that no adult will ever be able to solve. (Kind of like how kids always find their birthday presents no matter how hard their parents hide them.) Just accept the fact that they did.

With Cyke in the lead, they tiptoed passed the snoring guard and exited through the gates. When they were out of eyesight of the guard they made a mad dash down the hallway, and into another huge room. Shower and Wolvie checked to make sure the coast was clear before they finally relaxed.

"Wow. Ah thought we never get outta there." Sugar's voice was still a little squeaky, but at least it was a more understandable squeak. The gas was evidently wearing off. "What are we gonna do now?"

"We'll hide out until help arriveth. Make thure we thtay together. Don't theparate." The last part was directed at Icebaby and Wolvie, but they were already exploring the huge room for any of Mojo II's toys.

Wings was half hidden in his costume.

"What are you doing?" Shower asked.

"Those urgh those morons put ahhh my costume on backwards." After some shifting and turning, and a little help from Shower and Sugar, Wings finally got his costume on right.

"Oh boy! Look what I find!"

"Don't touch that. It could be dangerouth." Cyke came over to see what Icebaby had found.

"Lemme see that." Shower took a funny looking object from Icebaby's hands and started fiddling with it.

"You thhouldn't do that." Cyke reached over to grab it but Shower was faster and moved out of the way.

"No way! Wait your turn, Cyke. I'm not done looking." She then pushed the big red round button. Suddenly all the television screens came on.

"Uh oh. Now you did it," Crawler murmured totally amazed. Like magic, he became entranced by all the television screens on. Each screen had a different scene and it took much skill to keep track of them all. It was like a wonderful dream come true.

"Hey it's a remote control. Cool!"

"Give me that." Cyke caught Shower this time and was trying to wrestle it out of her hands. "I'm the leader. I thhould hold it."

"Says who?"

"Me!"

"Kids!" Wolvie said as he shook his head at the sight of them fighting.

"Give it up!" cried Cyke. They pulled the remote control back and forth between themselves, but neither of them wanted to relinquish it.

And yet another predictable thing happened. Shower, who pulled a little too hard, yanked the control out of Cyke's hands and somehow lost hold of it herself. Haphazardly, it flew out of her hands and straight into the air where it twirled a couple of times. Sugar had her hands over her mouth in shock and Icebaby covered his eyes, unable to watch the outcome. Wings could only stare at the spinning remote, and Wolvie, well he was just grinning the whole time.

The remote control landed with a sharp crack as it broke. All the television screens went blank, breaking its hypnotic hold on Creepy Crawler. At first nothing else happened which was a great relief to the X-Babies, especially to Cyke and Shower since they were the ones who broke the remote control, but then there was a loud boom and suddenly a burst of light filled the entire room. When it finally light died down, the X-Babies were nowhere to be seen.

***

"Get off of me, bub. Now!" Wolvie was again kissing the floor.

Wings quickly got off followed by Sugar, Shower, Cyke, Creepy Crawler, and finally Icebaby. They all landed in one huge dog pile with poor Wolvie at the bottom. After dusting themselves off and getting the kinks out of their joints, they took a good look at their new surrounding.

"Golly where are we now?"

"It ain't Kansas, that's fer sure."

"Kansas? Where's that?"

"Never mind."

They were standing in the middle of a tall wide hallway. It looked different from Mojo II's place. Less depressing. More lighting. But where exactly they ended up, they couldn't tell. When Cyke peered down both directions of the hallway, he found them appearing endless.

"Okay, which way do we go?"

"That way!" Shower was pointing in one direction. Cyke was pointing in the other.

"No way it's my turn to lead," Shower pouted. She stomped her foot and folded her arms. Then a tiny dark cloud was slowly forming over head. The situation was turning bleak.

"Says who."

"Says me."

"Here we go again," Creepy Crawler said.

"I hope they make up their minds soon," Icebaby said fidgeting. He was stepping back and forth from one foot to the next. "I really need to go.

"Ah told not ta drink all that soda last night."

"Well excuse me. If I knew we were gonna be babynapped I would have gone to the little boy's room before we left. Now someone do something before I go kaboom."

"Just hold it. Cyke and Shower still have decide which way to go."

Icebaby groaned and unhappily took Wolvie's advice. He didn't need to go that badly. It could wait. Really it could. After only six nanoseconds, he screamed, "I can't take it any more!" and shot down the hallway in search of a restroom.

"I guess that settles that," Wolvie observed. The rest of the X-Babies chased after Icebaby. Unfortunately it wasn't long before they lost sight of him. He must really needed to go to the bathroom.

"Where did he go?"

"This way," Wolvie pointed, letting his sniffer lead the way. They came to a set of two doors and the left door was ajar. With one head on top of the other, they all stuck their heads inside. What they found made them very happy; a big-screen TV. Wolvie and Creepy Crawler ran in, almost tripping over each other in the process.

"Where's Icebaby?" Shower asked. As an answer to her question, there was a flushing noise in another room and Icebaby came walking out with a big grin on his face.

"We thhould get moving."

"No way. We should stay right here. Dazzler will find us," Crawler spoke up. He was sitting on the couch, getting too comfy for Cyke's taste.

"You just wanna be with the TV."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Enough! The three of you can thtay here for now. The retht of uth will find out where we are."

"Fine by me, bub."

"Don't go anywhere," Cyke warned. "We'll be back to get you."

***

"I found it!" Icebaby cried out. He lifted up a remote control and it over his head. "Am I the baby or what!"

"Alright, Icebaby." Crawler high fived Icebaby.

When the rest of the X-Babies left them, the threesome immediately started a search for the TV's remote. They were just too short to reach the buttons on the television and plus no one ever used them anyway. When they found it hidden between the cushion of the couch, they hit the power button. Behold the television came on and there was music....

I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause

I will travel across the land
Searching far and wide
Each Pokemon to understand
The power that's inside

Pokemon: gotta catch 'em
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny

Pokemon
Oh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend

"Cool! Cartoon."

***

They quickly ducked behind a corner as a pair of adults in uniforms walked down the corridor. They had seen at least half a dozen of them. Some of them were armed too. Still they didn't know where in the Mojoverse they were.

"Ah don't think Dazzler ever gonna find us." Sugar sat down on the floor and frowned.

"Don't say that," Shower chided. "Think good thoughts."

"Okay how about this? Dazzler will find us, but in a zillion trillion billion million years."

"Uhhhh, try harder. Put more effort on happy thoughts instead."

"You two be quiet or they'll hear uth." Cyke signaled to Wings that the coast was clear on his end. He was waiting for him to report on his side.

Wings took a risk and peeked around the corner. His timing couldn't be any worse.

"Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here?" One of the guards caught sight of him and started after him.

"Uh oh," Wings murmured as he ran back to others.

"Did they thee you?" Cyke asked.

"Maybe," he answered sheepishly. Loud sirens came on.

"Oh great! Maybe you said."

"Run!"

***

Dum Dum Dugan stood looking out the window. The SHIELD Helicarrier flew high above the clouds circling the whole world. Nick Fury should be here with him, but he wasn't. He hated to admit it, but he missed the old coot. It just wasn't the same without him.

Feeling restless, he left to do some work. There was always work to be done. Criminals to watch out for. Danger to avert. Who knew what laid around the corner. It was a thankless job, but god he loved it.

***

"Quick hide. Someone's coming." Creepy Crawler, Icebaby and Wolvie hid themselves behind a large wooden crate. After finishing off all the food in the mini refrigerator they found in the TV room, they watched another half an hour of cartoon. They would have watched more, but they heard someone coming and made their getaway before they were caught. By some strange twist of fate, they ended up in a huge storage room. Again don't ask how they got there. Just accept it.

"What do you think all the noise is about?" a man asked. He was driving a forklift and was carefully lowing a metal container onto the floor.

The other man shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Think it's another drill?"

"Maybe."

"Hey, where do they want this?" His hand was on the mysterious box.

"Just leave it in the corner for now. It'll be move down to the third level later. They're gonna defuse them there."

The two man each grabbed a hold of the box and hoisted off the lift.

The tall man commented, "Boy, this stuff is heavy. How much explosive is there?"

"Be careful there." The other man almost lost his grip and had to struggle to keep the sensitive container steady. "Your end is too low."

"Hold on."

"Okay that's far enough. They can take it from here." They left the box sitting by the wooden crate the X-Babies were hiding behind.

"Do you think we can get overtime for this?" he joked.

"Just keep walking."

Three pairs of eyes popped up and stared with wonderment at metal box before them. Only one thing was on their minds: getting that box open.

"What do you think's in there?" Icebaby asked. He circled the square box once and tiptoed to look at the top. There didn't seem to be a way to get it open.

"Ja, do you think it's dangerous?"

Wolvie gave a few quick sniffs and declared, "Who cares. Let's open this sucker!"

Almost like magic, Creepy Crawler found the button and pushed it. There was a dull hiss and the lid slid open. Wolvie and Creepy Crawler both climbed on top and they gaped.

"C'mon. What is it? What do you see?" Icebaby whined, but Wolvie didn't say anything; he just kept gaping. Unwilling to wait any longer for an answer from either of them, he too climbed on top, and gaped.

"Could it be? Do you think?"

Inside the mysterious metal box were several spherical objects. They were painted half red and half white and they each had a button on the center. In truth, they held a strong resemblance to something they saw recently on TV, on a cartoon show they enjoyed immensely.

"Pokeballs!" they shouted altogether.

***

It wasn't very long before the SHIELD agents caught them. They were after all the X-Babies. They had very short legs and couldn't run very fast. Plus they were up against SHIELD agents, the professionals. What chance did they have against them?

Cyke, Shower, Sugar and Wings were all led to another big room with a giant window. Strangely enough the agents were very nice to them. They were somewhat surprised to see them, but the grownups were still very nice to them. They didn't push or shove or call them silly names. Better than that mean old cranky Mojo II.

They marched up to the front of the window where a man was. His back was to them so they couldn't see his face. One of the agents cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Excuse, sir. I thought maybe you should see them."

"Are they the intruders?" G.W. Bridge asked bewildered. "Why, they're nothing more than children."

"I know that, sir. Do you still want me to put them in the holding cell?"

"You're going to put us in jail?!" Sugar whimpered. "We didn't mean to do anything, honest."

"Yeah, there's this mean nasty guy called Mojo II...."

"We only want to go home...."

"Please don't throw us in jail...."

"I want Dazzler...."

One of the little the X-Babies started to cry and a dark cloud formed over Bridge's head. Literally. It got bigger and bigger and the forecast looked to be rainy. Not accustomed to handling babies, Bridge became uncomfortable and nervous. Super criminals and international terrorists were no problems, crying toddlers was something else. He looked to other agents for some assistance when the alarm went off for the second time that day.

"What's that?" he demanded.

The control panel began to flicker with all kinds of pretty lights in all sorts of pretty colors. "There was an explosive in north section."

"An aerial attack on the Helicarrier?"

"Negative. It came from inside."

"Inside?! What the hell... Send a security team down there immediately."

"Oooo, He said he bad word," Sugar whispered to Shower.

"Keep them quiet." Bridge ordered. What's going on here? Who's attacking?

***

Dum Dum arrived in time to see two teams of SHIELD's best agents huddle behind a makeshift firewall. Another explosion rocked the inner cargo bay.

"What's the situation here?" he asked, quickly taking command.

"Unidentified intruders. They're randomly throwing explosive."

Dum Dum then heard a tiny child-like voice shout out, "Go charmander!" It was followed by another explosion.

"That was close. Any closer and they'll knock out the power station."

It was time to take action. "You, you and you, come with me. Agent, I want you to create a diversion while the rest of us storm them. Understand."

"Yes, sir."

Dum Dum pulled out his gun and signaled to go. "Now!"

"Nah! Nah! You can't hit me!" the agent cried out. He was waving his arms like a wild man and did little dance. Another bomb was soon thrown at him and he quickly dove for cover.

"Go squirtle! I choose you!"

Dum Dum and the three other agents ran to where the perpetrators were hiding and blindly tackled them.

"Oww! Let go!"

"No fair!"

What Dum Dum saw dumbfounded him. He was expecting someone much bigger, someone dangerous. Instead, his three agents were holding three tiny kids in weird Halloween costumes.

Unfortunately, he would never get a chance to question them and find out how they got on SHIELD Helicarrier. The bombs that the kids were throwing dropped out of their hands. Everyone held their breaths as they watched the spherical bombs roll off to the far side of the cargo bay. They all started breathing again when bombs stopped at the wall and nothing happened.

"What's the big deal. They're all voltorbs I bet," one of the little ones said while rubbing his nose.

"No way. I'm sure I had a pikachu in mine."

"In yer dreams, weenie."

"I'm not a weenie!"

A burst of light interrupted their squabble and a funny looking man with yellow skin came walking out.

"Look. It's the Artist Known Formerly as Mojo!"

Dum Dum didn't understand what the kid was talking about, but he didn't care. He took one look at the weirdo and found he didn't like him one bit. "Hold it right there." He bought his gun up and aimed it at him. The strange man was crazy; he took one look at him and ignored him. He was more intent on the kids the agents were holding.

"You have something that belongs to me," he spoke harshly.

"I said hold it right there."

Appearing very annoyed at Dum Dum, he took out a black remote and pushed a button. Too many things were happening all at once. A huge blast knocked everyone off their feet and the agents were scattered across the room. Then another burst of light erupted and surrounded the kids and the stranger. When Dum Dum's eyes finally adjusted, they were all gone. Even worse, the blast had more of a serious impact than anticipated.

***

For some peculiar reason, it looked like the Helicarrier was tilting to one side. That was of course impossible, Bridge thought. The structure was designed to handle any kind of contingency, including the loss of any of the propellers due to attacks. Should something like that happened the emergency propellers would come online. But then he still had the feeling that he was leaning in one direction.

"Sir, we have a problem."

It became very apparent when everyone started to lean in the same direction he was leaning.

"Can we fix it?!" he bellowed.

"Negative, the backups are not responding."

They were soon leaning at a 30 degree angle and it was still increasing. Bridge grabbed the nearest structure bolted down and held on. "WELL keep trying!"

One of the toddlers with a strange pair of shades stood up and shouted, "Quick, everyone run thith way."

At first, he thought they were trying to make an opportune getaway, but they were going the wrong way if they were trying to reach the exit. They were instead running up the incline. It took a few seconds to figure out what they were they were trying to do and when he did, he wanted to laugh at their childish logic. There was no way four kids were going to level the entire SHIELD Helicarrier by running to the other side. But for some unexpected reason, they weren't leaning any more. In fact, it looked like they were actually leveling out...?

Before he jumped to the wrong conclusion, Bridge asked, "Agent, did you get the backups online?"

"Negative."

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before they were tilting in the other direction.

"Quick, everyone run to the other thide!" The pitter-patter of eight tiny feet could be heard as they ran to the opposite side. Again they leveled out only to teeter in the other direction. Again they ran, again they teetered. This kept going and soon they were seesawing.

Too brain-numbed to issue any commands, Bridge just watched the kids ran back and forth. He was beginning to wonder how long they could keep up the running. But he had to admit the rocking motion was kind of relaxing in a way.

Like all good things, they must come to an end.

There was a flash of light and man appeared. He had blond hair with a star tattooed on one of his eye. He looked to be in a bad mood. When the kids saw him, they slid to a halt and were cheering.

"It's Longshot."

"He found us!"

"YAY! He's come to take us home!"

The man on the other hand did not seem to share their enthusiasm. "What do think you are doing? Do you know how long it took to find you four?" He marched over to them and snatched the leader's hand. Gentle wasn't in this man's vocabulary, he literally pulling the little tot off his feet.

"Thtop," he squeaked pitifully. He tried to pull himself free "You're hurting me." The other kids were too scared to do anything but follow him obediently.

Bridge wasn't going to let him go. Sure those kids were trouble for him, but he wasn't going to let some stranger manhandle them like they were common criminals. "Where do you think you're going?"

Longshot stopped and gave him a dark look. "I suggest you mind your own business."

"Well I'm making it my business." He signaled to the rest of agents and they all pulled out their guns and aimed it on him. "Now we can do this the easy or the hard way. Let the kids go and walk slowly away from them. Right now."

Longshot started to laugh. It wasn't the reaction Bridge was expecting. "How quaint. Like from the movies. You should consider a career in show business."

It was apparent to him that he was dealing with a lunatic, and those types were the most dangerous. Still considering his next plan of action, a brilliant light suddenly appeared and engulfed them. When the light waned, they were gone.

"What are we going to do, sir?"

"Make repairs, and start a sensor sweep. I want every inch of this ship search." But for some reason he knew they weren't going to find anything. And those poor kids, God help them.

***

Cyke, Wings, Sugar and Shower were thrown unceremoniously into another cell. Creepy Crawler, Wolvie, and Icebaby were already there, huddling in the corner. Icebaby was crying and Crawler was trying his best to soothe him.

"What happened?" Sugar asked. She and Shower ran over to Icebaby and was patting him on the back.

"Why Longshot so mean to us, Cyke? Did we do something wrong?"

Cyke shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno."

Wolvie had his arms folded and he was steaming mad. "He made Dazzler cry," he blurted out.

"He did what?!"

Wolvie spoke slowly. "He...made...Dazzler...cry!"

"He couldn't have done that. Longshot loves her!"

Wolvie growled angrily. "Well I'm not lying. Just ask Crawler and Icebaby. They saw too."

Cyke and other X-Babies look to them and they both silently nodded their heads.

There was a moment of silence as the knowledge sunk in. Then Cyke did his leader pose and stated, "We're going to make Longthhot thorry for being mean to Dazzler."

"Yeah!" they all shouted, cheering them right up.

"Ath thoon ath we get out of jail."

"Oh," they mumbled.

They all sat down and started thinking. Wherever Longshot was, he had better watch out, cause the X-Babies were going to get him.

The End

Continued in X-Men Gold and Blue #32, and this time a little more seriously :)

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