I don't own any X-Men Evolution characters (Except for the Delgato kids and Xi of course) or any GI Joe characters. This fic takes place shortly after 'The Misfit Chronicles' ends and is going to be a heck of a lot shorter! (One or two chapters depending on how many people review. Hint. Hint. ) Just more mad thoughts running through my mind.
Consider Yourself One of Us
Low Light nearly staggered down the steps as he made his way to the kitchen. He was still groggy and was in desperate need of coffee. Not that he had much sleep last night anyway. And it wasn't the fault of the kids either.
It had been only a few weeks after 'The Coming Out' as the kids called it. When Cobra had captured them all and Emma Frost after being caught by Cobra and Magneto. Low Light had revealed himself as an enhanced mutant. Since then the memories of his capture and torture by Cobra had come back with a vengeance. Not only that, but he was constantly besieged by the kids into showing off his 'cool' powers.
True being able to change the molecular structure of his body wasn't bad, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it again. He preferred not to use his powers, but to keep them hidden. He was trained to be a marksman, a soldier and as far as he was concerned he was going to stay that way.
He went into the kitchen only to find Lifeline and Psyche-Out waiting for him. "You two'd better be here to deliver the coffee," Low Light growled making himself a pot."
"We need to talk," Lifeline said.
"I was wondering when this was going to happen," Low Light muttered as he reluctantly sat down. "Three guesses what this is about."
"It's not just about your nightmares," Psyche-Out told him. "Its about you've been adjusting to your mutation."
"Or more to the point how you're not adjusting!" Lifeline said. "Low Light I know better than anyone how frightening having powers can be. But you're taking it too far."
"What are you talking about?" Low Light asked. "I have…it under control."
"Yeah a little too controlled," Psyche-Out said. "Low Light you can't hide your gifts any more. I think it's time you started to train your powers with the kids."
"I don't need them to fight," Low Light told him. "I'm not going to rely on them. I can do just fine with a gun and my fists thank you very much."
"You don't need a parachute when you jump out of a plane either but it helps," Lifeline told him. "We're not saying that you should solely rely on your powers. But what you are doing is the opposite! You're too controlled. It's not good for you. And it's also setting a bad example for the kids. How are they supposed to feel about their talents if you deny yours?"
"Oh please," Low Light waved. "Like those little maniacs really do what I say! You should have been here three days ago when they had a silly string war in the living room. Of course Shipwreck started it but…"
"Like it or not, those kids see you as a role model," Lifeline told him. "They look up to you. They see you as someone who's gone through the exact same things they have and survived."
"Low Light I hate to break this to you," Psyche-Out told him. "But you can't deny what you are any more."
"What I am, is a very ticked off GI Joe who is going to shove a scalding hot mug of coffee down your pants if you don't stop yapping," Low Light growled.
"Low Light we're your friends," Lifeline said. "We're just trying to help!"
"You wanna help?" Low Light stood up. "Just forget this whole conversation never happened. I am out of here!" He stormed out.
"Well that went well," Lifeline sighed. "Now what do we do?"
"We have no choice," Psyche-Out shrugged. "We made a deal with the kids. Time for plan B."
"I only hope Low Light survives it," Lifeline grumbled.
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Later that afternoon Low Light came back from target practice. "Hey Low Light," Shipwreck called out. "Hawk wants to talk to you. He said something about a mission for the kids. He needs you to provide some kind of cover fire or something."
Low Light nodded. "Hey it's quiet in here. Where are the kids?"
"Oh they're on KP Duty again with BA," Shipwreck said. Hawk's downstairs in the planning room."
"Might as well see what's going down," Low Light nodded and went downstairs. Shipwreck followed him.
"From what I hear this mission is gonna be a hairy one," Shipwreck told him.
"Nothing I can't handle," Low Light shrugged as he went into the planning room.
"That's good to know," Shipwreck smirked as he opened the door.
Low Light went inside, but to his surprise Hawk wasn't in there. What was in there were several couches and chairs. Most of the planning equipment had been moved out. Suddenly all the Misfits, minus the babies stood before him. "Hey Low Light," Todd waved. "We've been waiting for you."
"I thought you kids were on KP Duty?" Low Light asked.
"I lied," Shipwreck said. "Sue me."
"What is this? Some kind of intervention?" Low Light asked.
"Yes," Pietro said. "LOCK THE DOOR!"
"Sorry Light," Shipwreck shoved him in. "This is for your own good! He's all yours kids!" Then he locked the door.
"You really should have listened to Lifeline," Althea shook her head. "But I guess it's up to us now to help you."
"Oh god no…" Low Light turned pale. "YOU JERKS SET ME UP!" He started pounding at the door. "LET ME OUT OF HERE! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THEM! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"Come on Low Light," Fred grabbed him and started dragging him to a chair. "It's time we confronted our inner selves!"
"Yes let us guide you to the path of mutancy!" Pietro said.
"More like the path of insanity! You maniacs are gonna counsel me about being a mutant?" Low Light asked.
"Well you wouldn't talk to Psyche-Out so they brought in the big guns!" Lance snickered.
"Look Low Light," Althea said. "We know you're still a little freaked about being a mutant. We just wanna help you."
"Yeah we all know what it's like to feel different because of our powers!" Fred said. "Let me tell you of my experiences!"
"Testify Brother Blob!" Lance called out.
"You don't have to if you don't want to!" Low Light snapped.
"Oh but I do! I do!" Fred nodded enthusiastically. "I remember it like it was yesterday, just after my sweet grandma was taken. I was only eleven years old, still a little kid when she left. Well not that little but you get the idea. I never felt so alone. She left so suddenly. The FBI came completely without warning and took her away with her partners. So I was sent to work for my uncle who ran a circus! One day he wanted to shoot me out of a cannon. Of course I didn't fit in it so he had the bright idea of shooting a cannonball at me!"
"I think I can see where this is going," Low Light groaned. "Let me guess, the cannonball didn't hurt you right?"
"Yeah! How'd you know?"
"Lucky guess," Low Light sighed. "So how did he know the cannonball wouldn't hurt you?"
"He didn't. Turned out he was trying to bump me off for the insurance money," Fred told him. "That's when I decided to leave. Well as soon as my uncle was safely in the hospital."
"We really have got to learn not to let him tell stories about his past," Pietro groaned.
"Listen to me you little maniacs," Low Light growled. "It's easy for you guys to be adjusted to your powers. You were born with them! I wasn't! Some nut job scientist at Cobra screwed around with my DNA and turned me into…this! It's not the same thing!"
"In other words you don't feel like you're a real mutant because of the circumstances which your powers manifested," Xi said. "I was created in a lab as well. Am I any less a mutant than they are?"
"No, but again you were born a mutant," Low Light told him. "I wasn't!"
"But you are a mutant no matter what the circumstances may be," Pietro said. "Let's face it, you think any of those jerks like the FOH care exactly how you got to be a mutant?"
"You have a point," Low Light sighed.
"You have an X-Gene," Althea pointed out. "It just happened to be dormant most of your life."
"You know you're not the only one who's had their DNA screwed around with," Lance told him. "Magneto did a job on half the people here!"
"Yeah," Todd told him. "We know exactly how you feel."
Low Light stayed silent. "Low Light we don't think of you any differently than we did before," Todd told him.
"That does not exactly reassure me," Low Light groaned. "But I get what you're saying. Thanks. I do feel a little better. I guess I have been feeling sorry for myself. Can I go now?"
"Nice try," Althea pushed him back as Low Light tried to get up again.
"It was worth a shot," Low Light grumbled.
"Before you can truly accept who you are you must learn to listen to your inner voice," Pietro told him. He sat next to him. "Now let's mediate!"
"Is he kidding?" Low Light asked.
"Does he ever?" Lance asked.
"You must be at one with your mutantcy…" Pietro said in a calm voice. "Listen to the little freak inside you…"
"I am. He's telling me to strangle the little freak right next to me," Low Light grumbled.
"Repeat after me," Pietro ignored him. "I am a happy mutant. I am a happy mutant."
"I will be a happy mutant when I get out of here," Low Light snapped.
"You know what I think?" Todd said. "I think you don't feel like a mutant because you think we haven't accepted you as a mutant or something."
"That's not a bad observation Toad," Fred said. "We need to make Low Light feel like he's one of us!"
"No you don't…" Low Light said. "Really…don't go to the trouble!"
"Oh it's no trouble," Pietro said. "We rehearsed it and everything! Hit it!" He whipped out a harmonica.
"Oh no…" Low Light gulped. "Not singing…anything but that!"
"Consider yourself at home! Consider yourself one of the family!" The Misfits started singing. "We've taken to you so strong! It's clear! We're going to get along!"
"I'll do anything! Anything! Counseling! Training! Anything! JUST NO MORE SINGING!" Low Light shouted.
"Consider yourself our mate!" The Misfits kept singing. Fred gave Low Light a huge bear hug. "We don't wanna have no fuss! For after some consideration we can state consider yourself one of us!"
"TAKE ME NOW GOD!" Low Light shouted.
"We are family…" The Misfits kept singing. Todd gave Low Light a hug from the other side.
"THAT'S IT! I AM OUT OF HERE!" Low Light screamed and used his powers. He turned into a stonelike figure and ran straight through the door, which wasn't that hard to do in his stone form.
The Misfits stared at the huge hole. "Well at least we got him to practice using his powers," Pietro shrugged.
"I think we've made progress today," Todd said.
"It feels so good to help people doesn't it?" Fred asked cheerfully.