AN – Hey! I know that I still have other fics in the works but I kinda wanted to try something different. Don't worry! I'm not giving up on the others. I just wanted to see if this one got a good response. If it does, I'll keep going with it. So, anyway, please enjoy and if you can shoot me a review. It's always great to hear from you guys.

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Professor Charles Xavier hummed happily to himself as he packed his large pile of suitcases into the back of the X-Van. Well, sort of. It was more like, the Professor hummed happily as an army of slightly disgruntled Jamies packed his large pile of suitcases into the back of the X-Van. Let's face it, what was the point in recruiting a whole load of superhumans if you couldn't exploit them for your own personal gain once in a while?

"Are you sure about this Chuck?" The X-Man known as Wolverine glanced dubiously at the group of young mutants who were crowded on the front steps of the institute as he tried to reason with his old friend.

"Of course, my dear beer-obsessed, extremely overrated fellow!" Cried the Professor cheerfully, randomly pulling out a cloth and giving his head a quick polish. "We need a vacation and Scott hasn't seen his brother in ages. Hawaii is the perfect solution! Besides, I need to work on my tan."

"But Chuck." Protested Logan. "If you, me and 'Roro are goin' on this trip, not to mention Half-Pint, Stripes, Elf, Red, Porcupine and Shades, that means that the Newbies will be here on their own. That's just askin' for trouble!"

"Nonsense!" Laughed the Professor. "What's the worst that could happen? Alright, so there is the slight possibility of the Brotherhood and/or the Acolytes attacking, not to mention the Sentinel threat and I guess there is that whole "Mutant haters" business, but look! The New Recruits are brave, intelligent and well prepared." He gestured over to where said recruits where lounging about.

Logan raised an eyebrow as he watched Rahne, in wolf form, chase her tail, a tower of Jamie clones attempting to reach the sun by climbing on top of each other, Jubilee trying to launch herself off the ground like a rocket, Bobby, Amara and Tabby throwing ice/lava/weird time bomb things at poor innocent ducks and Sam repeatedly hitting his head off a tree for no apparent reason.

"We're all doomed." He grunted. Deciding that he'd rather not be here when all hell broke loose, he clambered into the van and pulled a can of beer out of his ear. "Knew those magician lessons would come in handy."

The Professor just sighed and shook his head. Checking his watch he rolled his eyes and decided to send a creepy mental message to his senior students. He wanted to get on the road as soon as possible.

"All those going on the trip to Hawaii, please come now. I'm bored and considering leaving without you."

In less than two seconds flat, the Professor found himself staring into a full van. Kitty, Rogue, Evan, Kurt, Jean and Scott all grinned at him from their seats and motioned for him to hurry up. Xavier rolled his eyes and turned to face the New Recruits who had all crowded round to say their goodbyes.

"Alright. As you all know, we've decided to take a spontaneous vacation to Hawaii and since I spend most of my time sending teenagers out on life threatening missions anyway, I figure it won't do any harm to my reputation to leave a group of untrained, unsupervised young mutants to run riot in my house."

The New Recruits exchanged excited glances. The Professor, picking up on this, quickly squashed their rapidly forming plans.

"However, there are to be no parties." The Recruits let out a huge groan as one. "And to make sure this rule stays in place." Continued the Professor, "I will have some of my friends checking up on you throughout the time we are away. Am I understood?"

There were various mumbles of agreement and the Professor beamed happily. "Alrighty then! Beam me up Scotty!" And with that, he used his epic powers to lift himself into the van. "Hawaii here we come!"

The X-Van sped away with a screech and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. The New Recruits just stood dumfounded for a moment before one brave soul dared to break the deathly silence.

"Um, dae ye think the Professor knows that Hawaii's an island?" Asked Rahne slowly. "I'm pretty sure ye cannae drive to it."

Martin had always hated his job. Actually, that was a lie, he rather enjoyed it. The thrill of delivering post, the excitement of waking up during ungodly hours, he loved it. It was his route he hated. Every morning he found himself travelling through Bayville and towards the dreaded Xavier's Institute or as the locals called it, "Mutie Manor." He prided himself in being the longest lasting postman on this route. He had been working for two weeks now. The man prior to him had left after only three days. Apparently seeing a young girl racing through the front door while being chased by some sort of hairy blue elf had been the last straw.

He pulled up to the main gate and took a deep breath to calm himself. The ominous metal mouth swung open and he gulped. It was quiet. Too quiet. Martin gently pressed his foot to the pedal and the van trundled towards the front steps. Gingerly, he stepped out of the cab and reached into his bag. Pulling out a bundle of letters he cautiously approached the front door. However, before he had the chance to complete his journey, a deep growl echoed from a bush to his left. A pair of glowing yellow eyes glared at him through the leaves and a russet wolf emerged.

For what seemed like hours, postman and beast engaged in a fierce staring competition. Rahne bared her teeth slightly. A sudden sense of horror gripped Martin and before he fully knew what was happening, he had dropped the letters and was legging it down the drive with the young Scot chasing gleefully after him.

A few minutes later, a blurry eyed, pajama clad Jubilee opened the door and glanced around. She stared in confusion at the scattered pile of letters and the abandoned post van. She shrugged, gathered the post and shuffled back inside. In the distance a jubilant yelp could be heard, mingled with the terrified squeals of the unfortunate postman.

"Sam!"

The self-appointed leader of the New Recruits glanced up from his bowl of cereal and raised a questioning eyebrow at an out-of-breath Jubilee who had just appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"What's up Jubes?"

"There's-a-letter-addressed-to-the-Professor-but-he's-not-here-so-I-opened-it-but-it-was-a-letter-from-the-bank-to say-that-the-Professor-owes-them-money-and-if-he-doesn't pay-them-back-in-the-next-week-then-they'll-take-the mansion-away-from-us!"

Sam stared at her for a second, briefly wondering how it was possible for someone to say all that without taking a breath. Then he realised the implications behind what she was saying.

"What?! But the Professor's gone for the next few weeks! He's not going to be back in time!"

"I know! What are we going to do?!"

"Ah don't know! Why are you asking me?!"

Jubilee fixed Sam with an incredulous glare and pointed out that he was the leader and because of that he should be an all-knowing God. It was then Sam's turn to fix her with an incredulous look. He opened his mouth to respond but instead just shook his head in amusement.

"If you say so Jubes. Maybe the others have some ideas."

"Good plan!" Squealed Jubilee. "New Recruits meeting!"

And with that she pulled out a massive torch from under the kitchen sink. Positioning it so it was facing the window, she flicked the switch and it burst into life. A huge beam of light shot out, fixing the New Recruits logo in the sky.

Out in the forest Rahne stopped her incessant scratching and barking at a tree and glanced up at the NR signal. She howled in reply and swiftly padded back towards the mansion. As soon as the coast was clear, poor Martin slid down the trunk and started to run as fast as his legs would take him. It was no wonder these people had gone through more postmen than toilet rolls!

Bobby, Tabitha and Amara stopped from where they were throwing random objects at ducks. Well, Bobby was throwing random objects at ducks, Tabitha and Amara were standing behind him pretending to throw random objects at ducks but in reality were aiming for his head. No-one was really sure why Tabitha was hanging out at the mansion. After she had joined the Brotherhood the New Recruits hadn't really expected to see her again. When they finally nominated Jamie and Rahne to ask her she had shrugged and told them that the Brotherhood didn't have ducks. The two younger members had nodded knowingly and decided not to ask any more questions. Obviously the ducks were very important to Tabby. They too spotted the signal and raced towards the mansion.

Jamie had been sitting in the room he shared with Bobby plotting to overthrow Magneto and take control of not only the Brotherhood but the Acolytes as well. The twelve year old cackled maniacally before noticing the pulsing call in the sky. He groaned and slunk down the stairs to a team that didn't appreciate his truly epic genius-ness.

Sam surveyed his team from his seat at the head of the table. His eyes lingered briefly on Rahne, who was sitting there with mud smeared across her face and hair infested with small twigs and leaves. He made a mental note to ask about that later. Jamie looked slightly annoyed at something, but then again, that might have just been his face. Sam couldn't really tell. He slammed his hands down on the table, probably to be more dramatic. He soon regretted it and yelped in pain. Jubilee rolled her eyes at him and fixed her fellow teenaged mutants with a determined glare.

"We have a problem." She began seriously. "The Professor owes the bank a whole load of money and the crazy, bald lunatic had done a runner."

Sam nodded and decided to take over.

"If the money's not paid back, they'll take the mansion away from us. We've tried to contact the Professor but his phone keeps going to voicemail." He said gravely. "We're on our own. Ah for one will not allow those bankers to waltz in and swipe our home out from underneath our feet, so, does anyone have any ideas on how to raise some cash?"

"Why don't we ask Roberto?" Suggested Amara. "His parents are rich. We could just get Tabby to seduce him and then steal all his money!"

"I like that plan!" Squealed Tabby.

Sam's head jerked up at the sound of her voice and he stared at her apparently seeing her for the first time.

"Tabby?! Ah thought you joined the Brotherhood!"

Tabby snorted and waved a hand.

"I did. But they've never let me seduce someone. Apparently their whole evil plot lies upon beating up old women and spray painting cars."

"What, no stealing candy from babies?" Bobby asked bitterly. He was still sore that he had let one of his teammates defect to the enemy.

Rahne shot him a funny look.

"Laddie, have ye ever tried to steal candy from a bairn? It's bloody difficult! The wee buggers dinnae let go very easily! An' then if ye do manage to grab it, they scream bloody murder. It's nay pretty. I can understand why the Brotherhood would want to avoid that."

"Right." Said Tabby, slowly inching away from the young redhead and turning to face Sam. "So can I seduce Roberto? I'm sure he won't mind."

"No." Said Sam flatly. "You can't. He's visiting his folks in Brazil. He won't be back for another few days. We don't have that long."

"Darn."

"Hey, Amara." Chirped Jubilee. "Aren't you a princess? Why don't you just ask your parents for some cash?"

"Well, I would, but my parents are still a tad annoyed about that whole "Sirens" thing. Apparently those costumes were more expensive than we originally thought." Amara turned to Tabby and stared at her in confusion. "How did you pay for yours?"

"I stole them."

"Oh."

"Foolish children."

The New Recruits spun around in surprise to face the ominous voice. Jamie sat in his chair in a very Bond villain-esque fashion. Kitty's toy dragon, Lockheed, sat in his lap like some sort of evil villain cat.

"We shall use mind control to take over Magneto's Acolytes and then use the poor fools to rob the largest banks of the world! After that, the world is ours for the taking! MWA HA HA HA HA!!!"

He cackled maniacally as the others exchanged disturbed glances.

"Erm, Jamie, how are we going to take control of the Acolytes minds?" Asked Sam nervously, he wasn't really sure what had happened to the poor, sweet, naïve child that they all knew and loved. He did the obvious thing and assumed too much sugar. "None of us are telepathic."

Jamie stopped laughing suddenly and thought for a moment.

"Oh...bugger. I probably should have thought of that."

And with that he stood up and strode out the room.

"Well, that was...odd." Commented Bobby. "That kid really shouldn't be allowed sugary cereals in the mornings."

"Guys!" Yelled Jubilee. "Stay focused! Where are we going to get this money?"

"Well, we could..." Began Rahne timidly before shaking her head violently, as if to shake the idea out of her mind. "Never mind! T'was a stupid plan."

"Tell us girl!" Urged Sam. "We're running out of options!"

"Well, I guess we could all get part time jobs..."

The New Recruits froze in horror.

"Part time jobs...?" Whimpered Bobby, before collapsing into a heap on the floor.