I own Elizabeth, my closet, and Lyndsey (actually Lyndsey owns herself, but you know what I mean) – sadly I do not own the X-Men or anything else. Ray owns himself.

"RUN AWAY!!!" A red head screamed, flailing her arms and running toward a house. Her shoes pounded against the pavement…and an evil nine year old boy threatened to pound her into the pavement. He may be five years older, but this is no ordinary boy.

He has a bat. A metal one.

Close behind the red head was a taller brunette. Who was also flailing. And wishing she hadn't found her brother's bat. "Lyndsey, if we live…pant…through this I…pant…I will lock him away!"

"YOU WON'T…pant…HAVE A…pant…CHANCE BEFORE A KILL YOU!"

They ran up a slight hill to a white house and ran inside. Liz slammed to door and Lyndsey glared at her. "I can see the family resemblance. YOU'RE BOTH COMPLETELY INSANE!"

Ray, said insane nine year old, slammed against the door and the girls screamed. They ran up the stairs to Liz's room where they slammed and locked the door. They backed up as they heard Ray run up the stairs. He slammed into the door, making them screech…again. Lyndsey accidentally tripped and fell against the wall.

"Ow! What the heck is that?"

Liz looked over and saw Lyndsey rubbing the back of her head. "What the heck is what?"

"The thing I just hit my head on!"

It looked like…a dial of sorts. It was dark blue with white lines - like on a ruler -, was about six inches wide and was located next to Liz's closet. (A/N: Yes, The closet!) There was one line on it that was a bit longer than the rest.

Their eyes widened as they heard Ray fiddling with the door knob.

"Crap! He's trying to unlock it!" In a hushed voice Liz addressed Lyndsey. "Get in the closet."

"Dude, I'm not going into your nasty-" She was cut off as Liz pushed her in.

Let me describe Liz's favorite thing about her closet. On the right the closet ended at the wall and could be seen when the door completely opened. But on the left, the closet extended a good four feet until hitting a wall…her favorite hideout.

Lyndsey crawled to the back while Liz closed the doors from the inside and moved to sit near Lyndsey. They heard the door squeak open and Ray walk in.

"Liiiiz. Lyyyyyndseeeey. Where aaaaare you?"

The girls shivered and leaned as far away from the doors as possible.

They heard him search the room before the footsteps came closer and closer to the closet. They looked at each other in a panic. They waited for the worst but the doors never opened.

"What's this."

Liz glared at the doors and whispered through clenched teeth to Lyndsey. "He better not have found my stash of chocolate and pixie sticks."

Lyndsey rolled her eyes and kicked Liz. She held her finger to her lips, giving Liz the world wide sign for 'Shut the hell up.'

"That's a weird button…what happens if I press it…?"

Lyndsey and Liz looked at each other in alarm…what would happen?!

Liz couldn't help but shout, "Little boy, don't push my button!" (A/N: Give yourself a cookie if you knew what that was from.)

But before anyone could do anything else, there was a blinding light and the girls felt a tugging sensation.

Ray quickly opened the closet doors and shrugged. He thought he'd heard his sister…but no one was there. He grabbed the bat and went to search the rest of the house.

…Let the fan fictions begin.

…Let the Fangirls be unleashed.

…Let the men run for their lives…and sanity.