"PSYLOCKE!!!" Pyro shouts as flames begin to bleed out of his eyes. Rogue has gone a little insane and has just pointed a gun at Psylocke's head and pulled the trigger. "Rogue! What the fuck has gotten into you!?"

"John!" Quicksilver shouts as he holds Rogue's arm with the gun with a firm grip. "I stopped her. She missed. Get a hold of yourself."

"Well, you cut it bloody damn close!" Pyro shouts.

Psylocke is on the ground, a bit shaken up, but she anticipated Quicksilver's intervention of Rogue's recent psychosis. After succumbing to Wolverine's berserker rage, she accidentally absorbed a Church of Humanity cleric until the poor soul died. Now Rogue has adopted the man's personality.

"Kill the X-Men!" she shouts.

Psylocke's eyes turn white, "I think not, my dear." Betsy lunges for Rogue, still being restrained by Quicksilver and plunges her psychic knife into her cranium, causing her to shriek. Rogue is lowered gently onto the ground by Quicksilver.

"Don't worry, she's okay," Psylocke breathes. She grabs Pietro's hand, "Thank you."

Pietro looks into Betsy's eyes and nods. It was strange hearing Psylocke say those words, after what she tried to do a few weeks earlier.

"We still got a little bit of trouble here!" Pyro shouts, who has managed to create fifteen animated fire creatures which are swinging their limbs at the clerics, melting their weapons and setting them on fire.

Quicksilver kicks his powers into overdrive as he moves at superhuman speeds, closelining every unarmed cleric he can in a matter of seconds. He then finds some twine and ties them up before they hit the ground.

Pyro's creatures disperse, "Nevermind, then."

"Impure agents of Satan! Our day of reckoning is coming," one of the clerics declares.

Pyro jabs his fist into the man's mouth, "Rot. Yer everythin' that's wrong with organized religion, y'know. Bastards." John puts his hands on his hips and pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He looks around as he blows smoke out of the side of his mouth, "They bloody trashed this dump."

"Rogue?" Quicksilver asks as he leans down over his girlfriend. He kisses her on the cheek and suddenly feels himself become extremely weakened.

"Don't touch me!" Rogue shouts as she shoves Pietro away, causing him to fly across the debris twenty feet away. Pietro manages to act quickly and maneuvers himself onto his feet before he lands on a sharp metal spire.

"Marie? What are you...?" Pietro begins, catching his breath.

"Marie?" Pyro mutters to himself.

"Psylocke, what's going on?" Quicksilver demands.

Betsy limps up to Pyro, who takes her under his arm, "I had to shut down the portion of her brain that retains all of her residual personalities. Apparently, it shut off whatever was keeping her absorption powers under control, as well."

"Damnit," Rogue swears as she gets to her feet and dusts off her uniform. She puts her hands on her hips and sighs, "I can't access any of my catalogued powers, either."

"Why is that?" Pyro asks.

"Can't you reverse this, Betsy?" Quicksilver asks.

"Unless you want her to start killing us again," Psylocke says.

"I'm sorry, Pietro," Rogue says as a tear rolls down her cheek.

"No, honey," Pietro says as he takes her in his arms, "You can still control your powers. You could have knocked me out back there, but you were just in shock." He strokes the side of her face with his finger. Nothing happens. "See?"

"Yeah, don't sweat it, gel," Pyro smiles as he holds the hobbling Psylocke in his grasp, "you're still our muscle, well...potentially."

"Not our only muscle," Rogue says as she stares off into space. "Where in the world is Joseph?"

"He must still be in the Antarctic," Quicksilver sighs. He disappears for a moment and reappears in a whoosh of air, "Our communications are down. They dismantled Cerebro, too."

"Damn," Psylocke mutters. "That was our only shot of finding out where Warren and Clarice are."

Quicksilver clears his throat, "And Roni."

"Yeah, whatever," Psylocke says, dismissing the name.

Pietro holds something strange in his hand, "Looks like these clerics have teleporting devices. Looks like SHIELD issue, from what I can tell."

Psylocke hops over to a tied up cleric and tries to read her mind, "I'm not getting anything specific, only vague details. We'll have to wait until they regain consciousness. I'll have easier access to their thoughts."

"We might not have the time," Rogue states.

"I'll tinker with the teleportation device, maybe we can hack into the destination codes and figure out the location of this church base," Quicksilver says.

"But I thought you said the computer was broken," Pyro says.

"Yeah, but I fixed it right away," Quicksilver informs as he flashes towards the comp room.

"Well, get to work. Er...yeah," Pyro says in confusion.

"My God, look at this place," Roni whispers in awe to Warren, both of them, by the way, are dressed like clerics, each armed with their signature plasma rifles. They had teleported into the Church of Humanity headquarters just a few minutes ago. The ceiling had to be a hundred feet high. The cathedral-like walls are all lined with security cameras and watchtower sentries. On the ground level, there is actually an altar and a large cross hanging on the back wall.

"Just stick close," Archangel mutters out the side of his mouth. Suddenly, there is a whirl of machinery that hums to life. Along the walls, hundreds of mutants chained by the wrists and left dangling are seen being carted out by large mechanical arms, like hangers on a clothesrack.

The mass has begun.

"The hell is this?" Roni asks.

"I don't know," Archangel says.

"Wait a minute, don't these guys have mutant detectors? How else could they capture or kill them?" Roni asks. "Why did we come here if we were just going to set off their alarms."

"I was counting on it, actually," Warren reveals. "Those two slugs are eating away at the electric wires outside."

"Are you crazy or just really heroic?" Roni jokes.

"With all the mutants here, I don't think the two of us would make much of a difference," Archangel explains.

The clerics begin piling into the seats of the cathedral. "Come on," Archangel commands, grabbing Roni's arm as they grab a seat.

"I see Takken," Roni whispers. Warren follows her eyes and spots the blue-haired man. Dangling next to him is Maggott.

"I see someone I know, too," Warren says. "Apparently, these guys don't care if you belonged to the Fantastic Four. "Shit...," Archangel mutters.

"What? You see Blink?" Roni asks.

"I see three others I know," Warren declares, referring to Havok, Polaris, and Proudstar, dangling in another row held up by another mechanical arm. There is also a man wearing some strange iron mask over his face, it was the Chinese man, Xorn.

"They X-Men?" Roni asks.

"Not anymore, but they're still friends," Archangel says.

Suddenly, the Supreme Pontiff and his altar boys appear at the altar. As the Pontiff begins his sermon, Archangel's countenance becomes shocked and infuriated.

"What...?" Diode asks.

"I know who that bastard is," Archangel mutters. "I thought he was shot dead."

"Who? The leader guy?"

"Ever hear of a man named William Stryker?"

"No...well, maybe. I'm new to this whole embracing my mutancy thing," Diode whispers. "Why, is he bad?"

"Looks like the Church of Humanity is an evolution of his Purifier crusade," Warren mutters. He looks over at Roni, "And remember that whole hero thing we were going to do?"

Diode playfully shakes her head out of fear, "Not now."

"Yes, now," Archangel whispers. "Just zap the clerics sitting down. I'll get the snipers up top and then help you against Stryker."

"You promise?" Diode asks.

"I won't let anything happen to you," Archangel says as he touches Diode on her thigh. Roni looks longingly into Archangel's deep blue eyes. Warren stands up and shouts, "HEY!"

Archangel crouches down and causes his wings to spread, throwing his trench coat off. The shocked congregation turn their attention towards the angel in their midst.

"Kill the mutant!"

"No, it's an agent of God!"

"No, a fallen angel! Lucifer's brethren!"

"Do not be fooled," Stryker's voice booms, "kill the mutant!"

Archangel flaps his wings, taking off like an eagle. His wings produce a horrifying sound as they cut through the air. He flies up to the top indoor balconies and kicks one of the snipers in the jaw, knocking the man out. Two shots are fired from behind. Warren smirks. Dodging fire was one of the first things Professor X taught the X-Men.

Outmaneuvering the blasts by flying to and fro almost casually, Archangel's speed is unmatched. Coupled with his enhanced sight, he can see the snipers more clearly than 20/20 vision. In essence, he can see them about to pull the trigger and react accordingly.

"Don't just sit there!" Stryker shouts to his clerics.

They try to get up and head for their armory, but they are sent flying backwards by a huge electric display of energy.

The Pontiff grabs his staff and aims it at Diode. A ray of energy catches her in the shoulder, knocking her down as burnt flesh smolders. He flashes his teeth, "Filthy little wetback..."

Diode's eyes flash with electricity glimmering in them, "Genocidal and racist, huh? At least I'm not the one with two little boys as my assistants. Freak."

"On the contrary, mutant," Stryker says as he presses a button. A large laser appears through a hatch from the ceiling on each side of the cathedral and passes clean through the first rows of mutants, vaporizing them all. The second rows that were dangling on the mechanical beam are then brought forward.

"Amen," Stryker growls as the laser passes through the next batch of sacrifices. The third rows click into place.

"No!" Archangel shouts as he dive-bombs onto Stryker, delivering a stiff kick to the man's face, knocking him back. The two altar boys pull out handguns and begin shooting at will at Archangel. Warren easily dodges the bullets, soaring left and then right, waiting for the exact moment when he hears the empty clips discharge. He takes the opportunity and grabs the two teens by their collars and bashes their heads together.

Archangel looks at Diode and points upward, "Aim for those lasers!"

Diode raises her good arm and generates a concentrated blast of energy, causing the lasers to overload and smoke out the circuitry.

Archangel spots Blink amidst the hanging mutant prisoners, "Clarice!"

Blink struggles as the blood rushes out of her arms, causing her nerves to sting, "I can't use my powers!"

"You little heathen!" Stryker yells, ramming his shoulder into Archangel's back, knocking him over. "How dare you violate the holy house of God!?"

A slight breeze whizzes past Stryker's ear. He turns his head in response, seeing a young man with long blue hair blowing around like little snakes of Medusa. It was Takken. His face was covered with bruises and dried blood. Standing behind him were Diode and Maggott.

"CLERICS!" Stryker yells. Suddenly, what appear to be at least one-hundred clerics teleport onto the scene as the bright blue light of their teleporting signature illuminates the room.

As Diode and Maggott help Archangel to his feet, Takken holds his ground and smiles, "Look up, you little poof."

Stryker's eyes look up at the ceiling and see that the mutant prisoners were gone. The remaining 100 mutants or so appear in a flash of pink light as Blink teleports them and herself to ground level. Blink drops to her knees, winded, as a stream of blood trickles out of her nose.

"Ms. Santiago disabled the negator field," Takken reveals.

"Very ingenious," the Pontiff smiles. He waves his hand as what seems like a hundred more clerics teleport in. And another and another until the area separating the line drawn in the sand is very small.

"A hundred verses like...a million?" Diode asks. "Fuck this."

Havok, Polaris, and Proudstar, all wearing street clothes, walk up to Archangel, who was still being held up by Maggott and Diode. "You all right, Worthington?" Havok asks. The man in the metal mask silently walks up to the group.

"Forgive me for interrupting, but it is my understanding that we should use a defensive attack of some sort," the man says with a slight Chinese accent.

"What's your name?" Havok asks, starring at the man with his intense glare.

"My name is Xorn," the man says as the eye holes of his mask begin to glow with a brilliant blue starlight. "I will help in any way that I can."

"Okay," Havok says as he nods. "We're the only ones here who know how to fight. We have to stick together for this to work." Out of nowhere he shouts to the rest of the mutants, "ATTACK!!!"

"Always a Summers to start shit!" Archangel gripes aloud. "Blink, get the others!" Blink nods as she wipes the blood from her nose and silently makes an exit through a portal.

"What about Scott's team?" Havok shouts as he generates a massive solar-based blast into the fray. His body was radiating in its usual circular pattern of energy.

"What about 'em?" Archangel says coldly as he flaps his wings, getting airborne.

"And what's with the old wings?!" Havok shouts. "Did you bleach your skin, too?"

"We'll discuss it later, Alex!" Archangel shouts.

Both sides begin charging towards the center of the cathedral like two raging rapids crashing into each other.

Psylocke sits naked on the tiled shower floor as the hot water beats on her aching body. She has her arms wrapped around her legs as she hunches over. She grabs a strand of her drenched blonde hair and remembers a time when it was dyed purple, both in her Asian and European forms. That part of her life was over. Psylocke was no longer the warrior she once was.

"Betsy?" Blink calls out.

Psylocke turns the water off and slips a towel around her body. She steps out of the stall and tries to look happy to see Blink alive.

"Where is everyone? The place is trashed!" Blink says, panting.

"Everyone's fine...in a matter of speaking," Psylocke mutters, wincing as she reaches down and rubs her ankle. "Quicksilver and Pyro took a jet and flew the clerics that attacked the hotel to Sydney for the authorities to deal with. Is Warren okay?"

"Yeah, and Roni," Blink adds.

"Whatever," Psylocke sighs, shaking her head. She slicks back her wet hair, "Rogue's okay, too, but she lost her catalogued powers. And Joseph...bullocks if I know where he is."

"It's okay," Blink sighs. "We need you and Rogue in western Montana. It's the headquarters for the Church of Humanity. Havok, Polaris, Takken, and Proudstar are there, too. Oh, and someone called Maggott."

"Maggott?" Psylocke asks, repulsed.

"Friend of yours or something?" Blink asks perkily, shrugging.

"Or something," Psylocke mutters as she limps up to the bathroom mirror. "He's shady. And I know that sounds hypocritical, but I sensed darkness in him even when I had the Crimson Dawn. That has to mean something."

"What's goin' on?" Rogue asks, walking into the bathroom. "Blink?"

"We need you in Montana to kick some religious ass, apparently. You up to it?" Blink asks.

"Yeah, sure," she says, balling her gloved fists. She put brass knuckles underneath to pack a bigger punch if she needed to. Rogue simply looks at Clarice and then at Betsy. "You comin' with?"

"I...bloody hell, my ankle is sprained or something. I...can't," Betsy says reluctantly. "I'll hold up the fort. Maybe try and locate Joseph. Pietro fixed Cerebro in the few seconds he was bored trying to work with that bloody damaged teleporter."

Blink nods her head quickly as she opens a portal. Rogue runs through, still having a bit of Quicksilver's powers, and Blink jumps in after her. As the portal closes, Betsy leans on the sink counter and sobs.

"We're taking some heavy hits!" Polaris shouts as she tries her best to sustain a magnetic force field around everyone. One particular mutant created a fast-drying clay that acted as barriers against the clerics' lasers. As hundreds of blue rays of energy scatter all over inside the massive oversized cathedral. Proudstar lowers a mutant woman with red skin off of his shoulders and lays her gently on the floor as Xorn lightly touches her on the forehead. A faint blue light appears upon the skin Xorn touches.

Xorn lowers his head, "There is too much damage. I cannot heal her." He looks up emotionlessly at James. "I have failed."

Proudstar fights back tears, as images of the slaughter of his home reservation at Camp Verde flood his mind, "Lorna, what are we supposed to do? Why can't we just get out of here? We're free, let's just go!"

Blink and Rogue appear out of a portal. "Polaris!" Rogue calls out as she runs over to her. "What's going on?"

"We're outnumbered," Polaris says, sweat beading down her face. "I doubt you can help."

"Blink? Can't you just teleport everyone out of here?" Proudstar asks.

Clarice shakes her head, "I got a pretty nasty headache when I first teleported over one-hundred mutants simultaneously. I felt like I had a stroke. I'm not doing that again. It could kill me!"

"People are dying!" Proudstar shouts.

"Yes! People are dying! Because of these religious fanatics!" Blink shouts. "When are you people going to realize that running and hiding isn't going to work against a faction that wants to hunt you down?!"

"ARGH!" Havok shouts as he slides to a halt on the floor with a burnt chest.

"Alex!" Polaris shouts.

Xorn speedily rushes to Havok's side and places his hands over his wound. Within seconds, the damage is repaired. Alex gasps for breath, "We're...getting trounced out there. We need Cable or X-Men Alpha...anyone!"

Archangel flies over head with Maggott, reunited with Eany and Meany, and Diode in his arms. He lands with a thud on the floor.

"Ag, Rogue, luv. 'Ow a time ya havin'?" Maggott smiles.

"Hi, Japh," Rogue smiles, giving the 6' 8" man a hug.

Diode whispers into Archangel's ear, "That guy talks weird."

Archangel grabs Rogue by the arm, "Most of the prisoner mutants are inexperienced. We need your catalogue."

"I...can't. It's a long story, but I can't do that anymore," Rogue says.

Takken limps up to the interim leading group of the battle, "Well, I see you've managed to make things worse, X-Men."

"I'm not--" Havok says, walking up in a hostile manner towards Takken, but is stopped by Proudstar.

"Settle down, Alex," Archangel says. "We've been through worse."

Takken shouts as a stray laser passes through the middle of his eyes, pushing the front of his brain out the back of his skull. Diode shouts, "Will!" Blink and Rogue shield her, trying to restrain her so she doesn't do anything stupid enough to get her killed.

"Damn it!" Archangel yells. Warren sighs, looking around the cathedral as the blasts keep coming. Separate fights between clerics and mutants are going on all over. Stryker probably ordered more clerics to storm in. "Blink..."

"I said I can't do it!" Blink pleads, still consoling Diode.

"Just in small groups. We have to get out of here," Archangel says. "Staying here is suicide."

There is a creaking in the walls of the cathedral. The commotion of the fighting slowly fades. The moaning of the foundation being bent echoes throughout the building.

"KEEP FIGHTING!!" Stryker's evangelistic voice shouts.

The shaking gets louder and louder, drowning out the Supreme Pontiff's voice. Discarded energy guns on the floor shake and stick to the walls by some unseen force. The walls bulge outward and the massive ceiling begins to crack, sending small debris falling, which is then clung to the walls.

The hundreds of glass windows shatter, spraying shards of glass everywhere. Polaris keeps everyone protected by a magnetic shield. She was unusually charged up. Her body and that of Diode's were crackling with electricity.

"What's going on?" Diode says as her eyes glow.

Xorn looks upward, towards the shaking ceiling, "Something very bright is out there..."

Gravity seems to be lessened in the area as everyone begins to float in the now-weightless environment.

"Lorna, are you doing this?" Havok asks. Polaris shakes her head no.

Suddenly, the roof is thrown off and the other four walls collapse, revealing what appears to be some sort of electromagnetic phenomenon in the air above them. The light dies down and reveals a man wearing a leather costume, holding a shaking cleric in his grasp.

"I told you where they are, now let me go!!" the cowardly cleric sputters. The man complies as the cleric is dropped forty feet onto the floor.

The man in black then descends towards Stryker, who was bound with metal beams to his altar chair. He's horrified, "The Devil himself...! Magneto?!"

"God, even with the goatee...," the man grumbles. "No," the man says coldly as polarizing energy fields move in his eyes. "My name's Joseph. You're a religious man, Stryker. You know who Joseph alludes to?"

"You mutants are false idols!" Stryker spits. "You destroyed the holy house of God, you monster!"

"Shut down your death camp, you mean?" Joseph asks with a smirk. "I thought I'd never have a human enemy quite like you, Stryker."

Dozens of metal shards suddenly spring to life as they move frighteningly towards Stryker, just inches from his throat.

"An enemy I wouldn't mind killing...," Joseph growls.

"Joe, don't!" Blink shouts.

"Why? He deserves it!" Joseph shouts as blue magnetic energy surrounds him. He tightens the metal beams around Stryker, causing him to scream.

"Joseph, please, don't do this!" Polaris exclaims. "You said you don't want to have anything to do with Magneto! If you kill Stryker, you'll be just like your father!"

"So what?" Joseph grumbles. Suddenly, shots ring out and Joseph's chest explodes. He slumps on the ground and grips the exit wounds with his shaky hand.

"Joseph!" Rogue shouts. She and the others suddenly fall to the ground as gravity again resumes its natural force.

"Protect the Supreme Pontiff!" a cleric yells as he and his comrades pick up their rifles, surrounding Joseph.

"You move...he dies," Joseph says as blood fills his lungs. The metal shards move closer towards Stryker's throat. "Lest you want me to kill every one of you for every mutant you've killed."

Xorn has his arm grabbed by Blink, who teleports them behind Joseph. "Fix him!" Blink orders.

"I cannot," Xorn says. "He has healed himself."

Joseph rises to his feet as various metal objects surround his body, rapidly spinning around him as they become superheated from friction. The objects shoot out towards the approaching clerics, cleaving through them like butter. The X-Men stare in shock.

Joseph's manipulation of metal ceases. He glares at Stryker, who was still bound by metal beams. Joseph looks at Xorn and Blink, "Let's go." Blink concentrates as the X-Men and their friends disappear. The remaining mutants congregate and begin accumulating around Stryker's altar in an intimidating fashion.

"Help...?

Later...

"Oh, I didn't realize someone was in here," Joseph says as he walks into the hotel's bathroom, seeing Maggott sitting cross-legged on the floor with Eany and Meany slithering around their master, leaving a slime-like substance in their trail.

Japheth turns around from looking at himself in the full-length mirror and smiles at the man he once thought was Magneto. As Joseph turns around to walk away, Maggott says, "Thanks."

"What?" Joseph asks, turning back around.

"Thanks for...y'know, savin' me and all," Maggott says. He picks up Eany in his left hand and rubs his nose with its face. A small, spiky tongue returns the favor by licking his nose. "Your dad did the same thing, back when I didn't know about these two," Maggott says, gesturing towards his slugs.

Joseph silently nods, exhaling through his nose as he turns and walks away, almost bumping into Pyro. John runs a hand through his short, but curly blonde hair. He walks up to Maggott and offers his hand cautiously. Both Eany and Meany appear to growl in reaction to Pyro's act of kindness.

"Cripes!" Pyro yelps.

Maggott snickers, "No, gels. Ag. That n't no food f'ya." He takes Pyro's hand and shakes it while still sitting on the floor, "Hugh Japheth."

"John Allerdyce," Pyro says. "Wow, I mean, you used to be on the Fantastic Trio plus One, ey? You're a big time hero."

Japheth stares at the floor for a moment, "Nothing lasts forever, mate."

"Huh?" Pyro asks. Maggott gets to his feet and his slugs follow him as he walks out of the bathroom.

"The public n't so forgivin' when we mess up," Maggott mutters.

"Mess up?" Pyro repeats. He stares at the empty doorway, wondering what demons Maggott will have to overcome within himself. "What bug crawled up his ass?"

"Xorn?" Jim Proudstar asks. The Chinese man was sitting amidst rubble, levitating about three inches off the ground, meditating. In his hand was a copy of Maxim. His eerie metal mask was to shield everyone from the intense light his miniature star for a brain produces.

"This is a very intriguing article," Xorn responds.

"Are you doing okay?" Proudstar asks. "That...what you saw, I know it wasn't easy."

Xorn turns his head and faces Proudstar, "I was imprisoned by the Chinese government when it was learned I had a tiny sun in my skull. I spent a majority of my life in a confined room. While killing is still something I'm opposed to, I am willing to learn about it. Witnessing it firsthand was very exciting."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Quicksilver looks at the console and watches the media coverage of the Church of Humanity's arrest. Roni is with him, as is Archangel.

Pietro turns the station off and turns to Warren, "So, Maggott will be staying with us?"

"Yeah, apparently, his slugs are going through a growth spurt," Archangel explains. "He needs some lessons on controlling his hunger. He would have been here sooner, but with the clerics and everything..."

"Alex and the others? What about them?" Quicksilver asks.

"They're staying at the hotel, temporarily. I guess Alex felt a little guilty for getting some of the prisoners killed." Archangel looks at his feet, shifting his weight, "I don't know about that Xorn guy. He expressed interest of staying with us, but he still doesn't understand the world. He could be a liability on the field."

"And what about you, Roni? You demonstrated a lot of courage by helping Warren to liberate those prisoners," Pietro commends. "Would you like to join X-Men Omega?"

Diode cheerily looks at Archangel and smiles, "Gee, I don't know. Is there a steady paycheck in it? Cuz my comedic career is less alive than Al Gore."

Quicksilver looks around at the debris, "Maybe not, but we'll have the decent essentials like food and shelter. And a cool leather uniform."

"Leather, huh?" Diode smirks. She playfully spanks Warren's ass, "Is this ugly dude going to be here, too?"

"Uh, I sure hope so," Pietro chuckles. "The money isn't going to come from me."

"Well, then of course I'll join your seemingly endless crusade!" Diode jokes as she hugs Warren, kissing him on the cheek, just as Psylocke walks in on a pair of crutches. "But in all seriousness, with Gene Nation pretty much gone...I don't have anywhere else to turn."

"Yes, being with us is very much better than being dead. I'll be in the training room," Quicksilver says as he zips out of the room in a flash, kicking up dust.

Diode whispers into Warren's ear, "That's guy's a dick."

Archangel chuckles. Psylocke makes an effort to clear her throat as thoroughly as she can as she hobbles up to the pair, "Welcome home, luv."

Archangel smiles, giving his girlfriend a hug and a gentle kiss on the lips, "Looks like things got serious here. I'm glad you weren't hurt...well, critically."

"Guess I'm still getting used to the old body," Psylocke says with a sigh.

"Girl, your body ain't old," Diode compliments.

"Old as in former. Well...now it's present. It's a long story," Archangel answers.

"You got a lot of long stories, don't you?" Diode asks with a smile. Warren blushes.

Psylocke glares at the Hispanic woman. She knew Roni was using her electrical powers to stimulate Warren's positivity.

"Betsy," Blink calls out. Psylocke jumps at the sound of her name and turns towards Clarice. "We have to train, remember?"

"Oh...right," Betsy says before following Blink out the room.

"You do know Betsy is my girlfriend, don't you, Roni?" Warren asks.

"She's not your wife," Diode says.

Warren pulls out a small velvet box out of his coat pocket. He opens it up, revealing an expensive diamond and ruby ring. He stares at his bobble and then at Roni with a sincere look, "She will be, Roni. Don't try to ruin something that isn't your business."

Roni begins laughing, "Oh, you thought I was--? Get out of town, white boy!"

"...huh?" Warren blurts out.

"I was just playing hard to get by pretending to be attracted to you," Diode says with a sneer.

"You mean...you're attracted to...Betsy?" Warren asks, feeling guilty he asked the question in such an awkward manner.

Diode wraps her arms around her stomach, just under her breasts and sighs. She giggles to herself.

"...whoa," Warren gulps.

"I get that a lot," Diode says. "Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin your marriage. I just think she's hot, is all."

"Okay...," Archangel responds.

Roni puts her hands in her pockets and looks around the empty room. "So, there's a lot of people staying here now, huh?"

"Yeah. Good thing we made our base a hotel," Archangel sighs, sitting on a counter, his wings draped behind him. "Hm. I've got a bad case of dejá vù."

"Why?" Diode asks.

"Because," Archangel chuckles. "What are we going to do with thirteen X-Men?"