X-men: Evolution: "Just another Halloween Parade!", an original fan fiction based on the Misfits Universe (Thanks for Red Witch for letting me use her universe, if you haven't checked her stuff…well, you wouldn't be reading this if you hadn't already!)

Legal Notice: I don't own X-men Evolution (if I did, it would be on the air right now), or GI-Joe, or any trademarked characters that will eventually appear on this fan fiction, and I don't own the Misfit's Universe series of fan fiction work either. Once again, thanks to Red Witch for allowing me to use her wonderful universe…now, let's enjoy ourselves here, shall we?

Chapter One: "Just your typical prelude to insanity…or not!"

The Xavier Institute for gifted children had already seen more strange events on a single year than most of ancient civilization all together, simply because of one main factor: It was the first and only mutant only school on the face of the planet, which made it a glowing beacon for everything, from Trans-dimensional TV stars to the most powerful sorcerer on the planet (and his not as powerful…or not as smart…lets be honest, not as "insert anything here except for weird comedy quips" assistant), and the occasional attack by either giant mutant hunting robots, the master of magnetism and his acolytes or the most powerful terrorist organization on the planet.

Charles Xavier had founded the school in order to help young mutants cope with their powers and help humankind…and he obviously had gotten more than he ever bargained for…in fact, he was right having the latest repercussion from that simple decision of helping the world and his kind.

In simple words, he was having the daily morning headache…

"Professor, I honestly think it's a terrible idea!"-Scott Summers (Xavier's first student, and Xavier's last hope for anyone to leave the school with at least a percentage of sanity left) proclaimed, as the rest of the student body nodded behind him

"Scott, I appreciate your concern, but the decision has been taken already…and, quite frankly, I'm not willing to change my mind"-Xavier said, clinging to his already thinning reserves of composure.

"But…spending Halloween night with the Misfits? And most of the GI-Joe team? What logical reason there is to do that?"-Jean replied, as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Well, Jean, after my last session in therapy with Psyche-Out, I've decided to try a new way of seeing things…"-Xavier said when he got interrupted…as usual.

"Well, not to criticize the fact you are having therapy with the sole psychiatrist in earth that cannot be discerned from his patients unless a DNA test is done, but this is just opening our doors to yet another disaster!"-Scott replied.

"Well, that's the point…I've come to terms with the fact that no matter how I try to prevent it, disaster and chaos strikes us every single day, so if I least have an active hand on these incidents, I can have some sense of clarity on these matters…Now, I have an extremely urgent meeting at senate this weekend, so I've decided to leave you and the teaching staff alone. I already asked our regular contractors to come on Monday, so at least take any debris from the driveway so they can start work that day…goodbye"-Xavier said in an extremely calmed voice as he wheeled away in silence, which was broken by the sound of his car leaving.

Everyone looked at each other…

"Am I the only one who finds this new attitude of the Professor just plain creepy?"-Bobby asked.

"No…come on everyone, we better prepare this place for both a Halloween party and a Misfit's visit…which somehow seems as a natural combination"-Scott said, as everyone leaved the main hall.

Because of this, no one noticed the small energy fissure that opened in midair for a split second, and closed itself again…

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To understand the X-men's concern about a Misfits visit, one must take the following into account:

First, the fact that the Misfits are a military team of young mutants, most of them former members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, who were former enemies of the X-men on their early experiences, so they got along as a house in fire…that is, there was some warmth between the two groups, but it was the warmth caused by something burning…in this case, the burning material would be each others patience and tolerance for each other's presence.

Second, the Misfits were under the wing of GI-Joe, which was supposed to be (in the public eye), an elite section of the army, formed to fight against the ongoing threat of the worldwide terrorist organization known as Cobra. In real life, GI-Joe was the place were every soldier whose methods (and mental status) were deemed too "extreme" for normal army sections was dumped on, and was just paid to use their natural talents against the enemy, while avoiding spreading that mentality to the other army branches. So, in a nutshell, the Misfits education, and therefore, their future as adults, was in the hands of a military group whose sole mention made the Pentagon change its shape in terror.

On the other hand, GI-Joe and the Misfits had so much in common, they got along like any normal dysfunctional military/family unit ever…so it all balanced out, as long as the Pentagon paid for the destruction of property and food bills.

However, the situation was being handled radically different than it had been at the Institute…

"So, we will depart for the institute in eight hours…any questions?"- Low Light asked, as he looked around at the cadre of young mutants looking at him….and made a face of upcoming doom as a hand rose.

"Yes, Quicksilver?"-Low Light asked.

"Well, I'm not sure if I got this right…You are telling us we just have to celebrate Halloween with the X-geeks, have the usual night of chaos and juvenile mindless destruction and bickering, then return the next day, just like that?"-Pietro asked, sarcasm completely melded to his voice.

"Yes, that's it in a nutshell…"-Low Light replied, when another hand rose.

"So, what's the catch here, Yo?-Todd asked, while he used a finger to clean his ear.

"There's no catch, Todd…basically, after a few sessions, Psyche-Out and Xavier agreed this was going to happen anyway, so we might as well sit back and enjoy the damage…plus, mainframe said that if we mark this as a training exercise, we can slip some free orders on the bill for the damages to the Institute…but that's about it"-Low Light said, as yet another hand rose.

"What did you meant by "We"? Are you coming with us, too?"-Angelica asked.

"Well, not only me…several Joes have been assigned as escorts here, as most of the teachers at the Institute will be there too…the full list of escort Joes is as follows: Low Light, Shipwreck, Roadblock, Spirit, Cover Girl, Scarlet, Snake Eyes and YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!"-Low Light said in a loud yell that pierced everyone's ears.

"YouGottabeKiddingMe? If that's a new guy, he sure will fit in if he choose his codename himself"-Lance said out loud.

"Very funny, but it's not…according to this, Beach Head signed on for this mission!"-Low Light said.

It was then that every kid let a scream of shock as a conveniently well timed lightning bolt illuminated the room…

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In this case, a brief explanation is required: of all the Joes, there was just one that could be considered "mentally stable most of the time", and this was Beach Head. An army ranger, he had assigned himself personally to GI-Joe in order to advance in military life, and had managed to have one of the lead ranks in the unit. Unfortunately, having a high rank in GI-Joe is the military equivalent to being a High School principal, or the head of a mental hospital.

So, Beach Head had developed a slight neurotic streak as the natural side effect to being surrounded by what he considered nut jobs, psychos or morons, and was considered to be either a jerk or a drama queen by the rest of the Joes. Also, he had a disturbing dependence on his teddy bear, named Sgt Snuffles, which had became some sort of universal symbol of Beach Head's growing fitting into GI-Joe, or his slow descent into insanity, depending on your point of view. Sgt Snuffles was also considered both a nice replacement for a firing target and a way of leverage when Beach head occasionally "lost it" (his sanity, not the bear). In a nutshell, Beach Head didn't get along much with the rest of the Joes…and the Misfits were even lower in his interaction list.

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"Well, I still gotta confirm it, but seriously, if Beach head is actually going with you…don't push him too hard. I mean, we still are repairing the damage after he caught Todd and Xi using his teddy bear to practice ninja star throwing"-Low Light said.

"I remember…I learned a lot that day…like the fact that Beach Head knows how to drive a tank"-Xi added.

"I learned not to touch that stupid teddy bear ever again, Yo! I still can't believe he fired at us!"-Todd said.

"Well, you two were lucky the tank was out of ammo…and brake fluid…though I have to  admit, that visiting Senator needed a new limo anyway"-Low Light added, as he walked out of the room.

The Misfits stared at each other, then ran out to their rooms….whatever was going to happen this Halloween; they wanted to be prepared for it.

Unfortunately, there was much more than whatever already happening…

End of Chapter One.

Coming up next: Mystery guest stars, as several new (and some old) characters appear in Bayville, while the Halloween party at the institute gets a surprise guest…who bring very bad news to everyone involved. (In this case, "everyone involved" means Humanity and all life on earth…)

All that and more, in chapter two: "Just some uninvited guests!"