A/N: I don't believe it's necessary for you to have seen Hangover 2 to understand this fic (in fact, it's probably better if you haven't), I haven't even seen Hangover 1 and I don't plan to. Yes, I am aware that they did not have modern technology and situations in the 60's, but that's why this is called fiction, lol. And I know I have the Iceman timeline screwed up, but it was really important that he was the mutant I used as the recruit. If you've seen Hangover 2, you probably already know why. Also, I haven't seen the other X-Men movies in a long time, and haven't read a super hero comic in my life, so the only canon I take into account is X-Men: First Class and the little bit of research I did.
ErikXCharles, don't like, don't read. Next chapter will be MUCH longer, this is just an intro, like in Hangover!
Hangover: Mutated
Or: Never Underestimate A Man in a Wheelchair
Erik and Charles could be seen on the top of a tall building. The metal manipulator stood with his head bowed, his expression foreignly one of defeat. Charles sat on the stairs with his head in his hands, trying to ease his horrible head pain. "I hate to say this, my friend, but we're screwed."
Erik made no response. They were really beyond words at this point.
Charles's cell phone rang. Grimacing at what he saw on the caller id, he answered it, unusually dejected sounding. "Professor Xavier here," he announced.
"Charles? What's going on? Why haven't you called to be picked up? Is Bobby coming?"
"Hank, it's happening again," Charles said.
"Oh no...I knew I shouldn't have left you with Magneto!"
"We don't know what happened, but, we're screwed."