Generation Justice
or Jubilee and Tim Vs the Super-Psycho Plastic-Body Bitch
by Ratgirl01

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Background: In a realm where mutants fear for their lives of gaining an ounce of fat, there is a team called the X-Men. They were gifted at puberty with the ability to spend their time huddled around a magic spandex machine. Because they are so busy with their Ab Rollers, they needed to make a new team. They are Gen X, replacement fighters to carry on their dream: becoming part of a amusement park in Florida. (unless the series gets canceled first.)

In another realm, there is Dick Grayson, and his issues, and his cute butt. Supposedly there are other people, but those are just unconfirmed rumors. Anyway, somehow these two worlds can crossover whenever it is convenient and it needs to be profitable too. In which case, there is a big production about evil people and somehow everyone forgets what happened, so it was pointless to begin with. The DC and Marvel crossover has been done before, right? That's where the Super-Psycho Plastic-Body Bitch comes in.

Disclaimer: Do I look old enough to have created these characters? Anyway, the characters belong to the following people: Marvel, WB, DC, Fox and whoever owns a part of each of these companies.

Note: For the purpose of this story, neither Jubilee nor Tim are currently going out with anyone in their own little worlds. PS. Ev is alive cuz I say so!

BTW - Everyone thank Noel for all her hard work to make this comprehensible.

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~X~R~

It was a war, plain and simple. He had long forgotten why they were fighting, if there was a real cause to begin with. All that mattered was survival, and that meant they had to keep moving forward. The quake in Gotham prepared him some for this mission, but that was different. Then, at least, he had known the city and he had been with trusted allies. There had been a strategy to their assignments – a real purpose – but there was no plan of attack here. Just endless violence and shooting.

The rows of deserted buildings loomed before him while rubble lay behind him. It seemed the overturned tank, that he was behind, would provided shelter for a minute. He took the time to glance over towards his two remaining companions. They were both weighted down with heavy equipment, but determination radiated from them just the same. Tim was beginning to feel that wild abandonment coarse through his body too. Of course, he never would've ended up in this bloodbath if he hadn't allowed himself to be taken from Brentwood almost a week ago.

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The pillow seemed too far away. Timothy Drake slumped into bed, his body exhausted. He would be lucky if his body would allow him to move in the morning. At least it was Friday – or by now, probably Saturday. He didn't have to worry much about the time since he had the room to himself for the weekend. His roommate had gone . . . somewhere for . . . something. Tim couldn't quite remember in his current state of mind. His only consolation was that he would get twenty more minutes of sleep tonight than he had had the past couple nights combined. Something had been plaguing his dreams. A deep sense of foreboding had sucked him into this sleepless nightmare and wouldn't let him find a moment of peace. He had fought for sleep the only way he had known how , by increasing his practice sessions. He would've thought them almost a complete waste of time, if he hadn't been using them to overwork himself so he could close his eyes without the visions coming to him.

Calling someone had been a consideration, but he never got past thinking about it. Contacting Wayne Manor would be his own undoing. He couldn't bear the thought of Alfred hovering over him and he didn't even know how to start the conversation with Bruce. The phone rang forever in Dick's Blüdhaven apartment before Tim rested the phone back in its cradle. It wasn't hard to guess why his brother in kevlar wasn't home. Tim only wished he felt half as needed as Nightwing must. There was always the option of donning the Robin suit and showing up at the Clock tower. A game in the virtual reality projection room would probably take his mind off things, but that wasn't the reason he and Babs installed it. Besides, where would he find the energy to get all the way there? So he was left to deal with the situation on his own, but at least he didn't have to think about it for another four glorious hours.

If Tim had stayed awake for those extra twenty minutes, he would've seen the person who crept through his window. He would've felt the extra weight on the bed. He would've noticed the hand that was clasped over his mouth. But he was too far out of his reality to do any of these things. Instead, the first sign that anyone had entered his room was a voice that had been imprinted into his brain forever.

"ROADTRIP!"

The tangled mess of arms, legs and sheets ended only after something thumped to the floor. Tim made his way to the light switch so he could get a better view of the groaning female figure. "Jubilee? I mean . . . who? Why? How?"

"How about helping me up first before ya start with the questions?"

"Sure, but how did you . . . no one's supposed to-"

"Whoa there. How did I find you? A birdie totally told me."

"What?"

"Wow, you're articulate in the morning. Your friend showed up at Frost's mansion. Of course, I had to practically drag Paige off him, she was drooling so much and the Ice Queen was *not* happy to have random heroes just show up at Generation X's base. The look on Ev's face when your friend asked for me was priceless. Now, I'm not saying that-"

"Dick?"

"Kinda rude to call 'em that after all he's done, but who am I to judge your friends?"

"What? No, it's – nevermind. So he told you . . . everything?"

"No, he just said that *Robin* was in need of a vacation. And it was *perfect* cause I was thinking of a break myself. Ya know, being part of an elite team of teenagers with superpowers who save the world yet still have curfews is a total drag, even if you've spent a lot of time with the X-Men like *I* have. So I took off without telling anyone. And here I am!"

"And your teammates? They don't mind you just going off on your own?"

"They're used to it by now. I think we should have a week before they start worrying."

"And you found out *everything* by yourself?"

"Don't bug out on me! Tall, dark and dreamy was right; you do need a break. Now this Nightwing, how old is he exactly? I'm sure *he* knows how to kiss a girl hello and that black suit looks tight in all the right places . . ."

"Jubilee!"

"Shut up and kiss me!"

As Tim complied happily, quiet finally descended in the room.

~X~R~

How could anyone talk so much?

That was a question Tim had been asking himself for the past five hours they had been on the road. Jubilee wouldn't tell him where they were going, but he now knew everything from her first meeting with the X-Men to her to how she had hid out in Australia. To the first time she met Wolverine, to when she was finally acknowledged as a member. He had managed to keep up an appearance of interest in her stories with a nod or a brief 'hmm' sound, but the adrenaline had finally worn itself off and he suddenly found her voice annoyingly keeping him from sleep. That was until he had made the mistake of asking her when she got her license. Now, he could sum up her one and a half hour rant in one question.

"So you're telling me that you are supposed to be nineteen?"

"If not older, yes! Haven't you been listening?"

"Yes, but I find it hard to believe that Professor Xavier would bother brainwashing the whole planet into thinking you were thirteen just so he could get rid of you."

"Well, it's not like he hasn't done it before. There *was* that whole Onslaught thing, and when he saved Bobby, the Prof. mind-wiped the whole town to save that boy from a lynch mob."

"Onslaught?"

"Geeze, I thought every dimension would feel *that* one after all the time we spent on it. I mean, okay, so all the non-superpowered people *did* sacrifice themselves, but it's not like they really *expected* to stay dead. Look at everyone who we've had funerals for, just in the X-Men. There's Jean and Scott and 'Roro and-"

"And they all come back unscathed from being dead, just like that?"

"Well, not always. Sometimes they have to hang out in another dimension until we can find them. Like Havok's soul is in this other Havok's body where he's in charge of some people called the Six, although there are more of them than that now."

"How do you know he's there?"

"Common knowledge."

"If you know he's there, why don't you get him out?"

"Something about a portal closing and saving his new friends. I really don't pay that much attention to the gossip. I think there was something about vampires in there too. Not that we don't have that problem in our own little universe with Dracula and all."

"Dracula? Do you live in a universe with Buffy or something?"

"And how do you know that you've never met a vampire before?"

"Oh sure, I hang out with real 'live' blood suckers all the time. Right! Aliens? Okay. Big talking ape people? Sure. Time displaced people? Just another common occurrence in Gotham. But the undead? That's a new one."

"Who knows what could've happened before you came around. Maybe that's where Batman got his name? Or it all could've been Short Pants Robin's fault. Have you ever asked?"

"Um – no, so I don't get it. Why are you just leaving Havok there?"

"Well, if you had Scott for a brother, I think you would move to another dimension, too."

"Scott – the anal-retentive guy?"

"The one and only. I think his real powers are being moody, self-absorbed, boring, and also having the ability to sulk over anything. If only Cyke would realize this and just lecture all the bad guys to death, I could retire at nineteen."

Tim silently related to spending time with someone who spent his life brooding. "Didn't you just say you *were* nineteen?"

"Exactly my point! I joined the X-Men when I was fifteen. There is no way I could have been sent off because I was only thirteen! Besides, there are one or two others who have gained around four years since I joined and so I figure I should be one of them. Even if I only aged one or two years, there is *no way* I should be stuck in this preteen team! I can understand why they would want me on the team – what team wouldn't want someone with my experience? But why go through the elaborate scheme? They could've asked me to go instead of just sending me away like they did."

"Well, at least you didn't end up nine or something."

"I guess, but it's still so *unfair!* . . . Hey, you don't look so good. Have you been sleeping at all lately?"

"Um, no. People keep sneaking into my room at night and prevent me from doing so."

"People are so rude! I remember when I was in New York and was only picking out an apple for Penny when the Thing – of all people – comes running into me and knocks me right over! And then, of course, the apple was ruined and then M gets stuck in one of her trance thingies, but it wasn't really M, because M was really Penny. And Penny was actually-"

"Aren't you tired yet?"

"It's not like I'm a morning person or anything, but I haven't even gone to sleep myself yet. The night is still young – unless you count the sunrise an hour ago. Well, what are you up for? You should be sleeping now, not grilling me about my past. This is *our* trip, it shouldn't be all about *me!* If something's been bothering you, you should tell me. I can probably help and-"

Another kiss was enough to stun Jubilee into silence and Tim was able to drift into an easy sleep for the first time in a week.

~X~R~

Jubilee had driven the rest of the morning and by the time Tim woke up, she had pulled over for lunch. He groggily glanced over at the empty driver seat, unsure of where he was or whether he was in the mood for grease burgers and coffee grounds. Unfortunately, the slight movement of his head made him aware of the headache he had picked up in his sleep. He thought he could handle the slight pain until he got up and headed towards the diner door, or at least one of the three dancing ones. It took a few minutes for the lightheaded feeling to pass, but even then the world seemed to be spinning the wrong way.

Managing to walk inside the smoky diner without looking wasted, Tim found Jubilee sitting at the counter. He plopped down on the cushion-less seat with a slight grunt. All he needed was a glass of water – he reevaluated the diner with a glance – better make that a bottled water. He waited for the plump waitress to notice him while he tried to talk to Jubilee, but found she wouldn't meet his eyes. "Jubilee, what's-"

"Can I help ya darlin'?"

Tim never even had the chance to open his mouth to be interrupted before Jubilee jumped in for him. "Better make his order to go. Rosie, this is Tim who I was tellin' ya about."

"Well, now. I mighty fine looker he is. A tad on the scrawny side though."

"Thanks . . . I think."

"Pleasant he is too. But he looks a little green around the edges, don't ya think? You ain't driving my girl Stephanie 'round when yer like that?"

"Steph . . .?" Jubilee's kick to his ankle was swift and unforgiving. "Wouldn't dream of doing it." Tim wished the woman would magically disappear so he could put some ice on the bruised area before it swelled. However, the woman continued to annoy him and his ankle was constantly assaulted through the entire conversation. As he forced himself to continue to interact with Rosie, Tim pondered how to repay 'Steph' for this experience. He had gotten to the part of his plan for revenge where her critical injuries were being attended to by a hovering Alfred before someone else finally bellowed for a coffee refill.

"Ow."

"Well, if you had paid more attention to the conversation, I wouldn't have had to hurt you like that."

"I picked up on the story, or were you too busy kicking me to notice? Where did you learn to do that anyway?"

"Playing video games with Bobby. He always did cheat."

"He would kick you while you were playing?"

"No, I would kick him because he would cheat."

"Because he was winning?"

"Exactly! Finally, someone who agrees with me. He used to get mad at me for kicking him for 'no good reason.' Ha!"

"Violent child."

"Hardly."

"Do you come here often *Stephanie?*"

"Hey, go easy, it's just a name. I've used it before here. Besides, it's not like I picked it to *torment* you or anything. If I did, it would've been that one chick's name. It was Air or something?"

"Ari."

"Whatever. The point is, you seem to be feeling better."

"Yeah, but the funny thing is I don't know why I felt sick and for some strange reason, I think you do."

"Um . . . why?"

"Maybe the guilty look on your face has something to do with it."

"Me? Guilty . . . never. Besides, you were sleeping and so I didn't think that it would affect you this much."

"What did you do to me?"

"Nothing that I didn't do to myself. You'll get more used to it after time."

"What-"

"Hush. If ya spaz out, they'll suspect something. I'll explain everything later, I promise."

"Fine."

Rosie came back with a grease-spotted bag for Tim who took it reluctantly. All he wanted to do was to get out of this place and learn what he had gotten himself into when he noticed Jubilee paying. Not wanting to be un-gentlemanly, Tim dug around for his wallet only to receive another blow to his ankle. His protests died on his lips when he noticed she was paying with a president not in any of his history books. Are we in Canada or is that . . .?, he thought. It was pointless to ask her what was going on unless he wanted to become crippled. So Tim tried to hobble out of the diner with some of his dignity intact. Once they were outside though, it was a different story.

"Hey, give me back the keys!"

"Not until you tell me what's going on and what was with that money."

"Not out here."

"Fine, but I'm driving."

"No fair flippin' over the hood like that! Don't ya get it? I'll be totally dead if something happens to this Jeep!"

"Whose car is it anyway?"

"Mine."

"Jubilee."

"Yeah, yeah. So I didn't exactly come by the Jeep legally, but Wolvie won't mind."

"And if this was a TV show, they would flash to a picture of Wolverine in danger because he doesn't have his Jeep."

"That makes no sense! Are you listening to the words that are coming from your mouth, because I sure ain't."

"Just get in the car and start explaining."

"Fine. It's like this: there are these alien people who are really smart, but in a moment of stupidity, they contacted Xavier for help. We saved their butts and they gave us a whole bunch of kewl stuff which got sent to Frost Industries which got intercepted by me. So there was this timer thing and if you've ever seen Sliders-"

"You stuck us in another dimension?!"

"What did you expect? I had already came to your world – or whatever it is – and I refuse to stay in a world where Supergirl exists and we would be found in 5 seconds if we stayed in my world. Besides, it's not like it's dangerous or something."

"Except for the fact it tried to kill me when we jumped."

"It must be something with you not being from the same place as the technology. I'm not quite sure how it works."

"Great, I feel safe now."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, you need more twists in your life. No Dracula indeed!"

"I was Batman once."

"And an alien stole my shape and tried to kill my friends while using me as a battery."

"The JLA were turned into Apes."

"The X-Men all gave up their souls to stop Forge's evil plans."

"The government blew up all the bridges surrounding Gotham after the quake and left the city to die."

"Banshee is one of my leader people."

"You win. Whatever we were trying to do, you have to win with that one."

"I think we were going for the suckiest experience."

"Then I definitely have nothing on that. So how long are we going to be here?"

"A week. And if I figured this thing right, we should be back to your little prison cell before the weekend is over."

"Is that possible?"

"Illyana spent six years in limbo becoming a witch and Kitty only lost track of her for a second. It's all in how quickly time travels in different dimensions or something."

"So, in theory, if you had been stuck in a dimension where time went backwards for what would be considered six years there, you could have been thirteen when you joined Gen X and didn't know it."

"Then, smarty pants, it's probably all been undone with the time I've spent here."

"So that's how people know you. But the money?"

"I have my methods. Mainly the lottery."

"You're lucky they don't kill the people who win. So we are stranded-"

"On vacation."

"Okay, so we are 'on vacation' in this parallel world. What do we do for an entire week?"

"Geeze, you are new at this sort of thing. First order of business – we go shoppin'."

~X~R~

"I was driving! So how did we end up at the mall?"

"You're so cute when you complain! But really, concentrate on not dropping anything."

"How come I got stuck with carrying all the packages?"

"Because you're the guy and you have to keep your balance training up, even in other dimensions."

"And what about your training? How are you keeping-"

"Ohmygodstop!It'syouinthewindow! Or at least you in a couple years."

"Jubilee, that's a mirror. It shows your refection. Your reflection is a image of-"

"I'm not talking about the *mirror* store! I'm talking about *that* store."

"Spandex Unlimited?"

"Just look in the window."

The display window was set up like a typical comic book store window. There were various cards, posters and books presenting various figures that Tim had, understandably, never heard of before. What had caught Jubilee's eye was a tiny insignia that, no matter how distorted it became, Tim could recognize anywhere. "Batman?" But it wasn't the Batman he knew. Whoever this person was supposed to be designed after didn't have the years of weight training that Bruce had. The full black body suit completely covered the man's features, but the card next to it displayed a plainly drawn young man with raven hair and, "They stole my face!"

"That's what I was trying to tell you, *Boy Wonder.* What do you say we go in and find out what this is about?"

"I don't really think-"

"C'mon, don't you want to find out what the masses think about you here? I'll treat you to a movie if you do."

"What movie?"

"I don't know what's showing, but hopefully something with Johnny Depp. I've got to make sure he's a decent actor here 'fore I stay much longer."

~X~R~

"So what have we learned today, young Drake?"

"That 'Johnny Depp is a god no matter where you go'. "

"And?"

"They believe some kid named Terry is Batman. He is cheaply drawn, uses way too many gadgets, and he doesn't even have a Robin yet."

"And?"

"They have a girl named Jubilee who looks like you and is a member of a group called the X-Ternals which exists in a place where Apocalypse rules."

"Anything else?"

"That your girlfriend winning the lottery and paying for everything really takes away from your self-esteem."

"So where does that leave us?"

"Minus on Robin. Minus on Apocalypse. Minus on the confidence. Plus on money. Plus on Depp."

"Make that a double plus on Depp. And plus the fact our lives are better than what's in the comic books."

"So overall we came out ahead."

"Not a bad day, eh? What would you have done if I had just left you to find your own amusements at Brentwood?"

"Well, I wouldn't have had to carry around all your purchases. But if the Jeep can hold everything, where are we off to next?"

"That, my little non-powered superhero, is something you're going to have to find out."

~X~R~

For a total of five days Tim had been spending his time learning about this new world. It was all so similar, and yet not quite right. They stopped at museums, national monuments, strange tourist attractions, and even a place where they watched sheep being herded. Jubilee's stops seemed spontaneous, but she seemed to move with a definite purpose in mind. Even though they took turns driving, she would not reveal where they were eventually heading. When Tim guessed they had found what Jubilee had been driving them to, she would just laugh, kiss him and move onto something else.

It was amazing. Tim had almost completely forgotten about the stress of his normal life. What had once been a nightmare was now only a passing thought. This world was like a little escape pod. Jubilee had known more about this place that Tim would've guessed. She had explained how, while there were mutants, they lived only in the shadows. No wars or crusades to wipe out the race, just a co-existence maintained mostly by ignorance. There was no one running around in kevlar suits and no crime fighting aliens to save the public. The people here seemed content to let the law handle their problems, and while it wasn't a perfect world, it seemed comfortable.

Tim didn't want to spend his life in tights, but it was nice knowing that there would always be 'angels' in his world to watch out for people. While he could never settle down in this world, he could appreciate the change. Besides, it wasn't like Robin was in demand at the moment, so it was better to be in a place where people did not need him because they had never heard of him before. Now if only he could figure out how to push Bruce in here for about a month. A break in another dimension could be just what he needed to relax. But, of course, Bruce would go nuts with no one to save. Then, when he got back, he would brood more because he had been gone from his precious city for even a single day. So that left the world open to dump Nightwing in. Tim could feel some devious plot – to get even with Tim's tiger stunt in the clock tower – brewing in Dick's mind and the boy did not want to be in the same world when his brother decided to hatch his scheme.

Jubilee had been another surprise. Once you got past the ditzy exterior and the 'When I was an X-Man' stories, he found her easy to talk to. Their experiences weren't the same, but she gave him a new outlook because of their differences. Some of the stories she would tell were enough to make Tim cringe. People were hated because they were different. They lived in sewers to escape persecution and were hunted down anyway. He never realized how fortunate his friends were to be accepted, at any level, into society. The thought of that level of hatred made Tim sick, but even if 'mutants' were accepted on his world, there were others who weren't. Tim didn't want to become obsessed with saving the world, but there were other ways to improve it than fighting crime. It would help him find that balance he needed so badly. He could help Gotham as Tim Drake, not just as Robin now. Maybe that's why Dick had joined the Blüdhaven police force.

He had been trying to figure out what changes he would make when he arrived home, when Jubilee pulled the Jeep to a screeching halt. "We're here!"

"Where exactly is here? Last time I was paying attention, we were in St. Louis, but this is just some abandoned warehouse."

"I see you're not the third greatest detective for nothing!"

"Who do I have to bump off to be number one?"

"On your world, Batman and Inspector Gadget."

"I'll be sure to put that on my business cards."

"We're here because Ivan Martinez is testing his new V.R. game today in four hours."

"You dragged me through a dimension and down to the Midwest to watch some people play with technology that I have at home?"

"Don't get your superhero undies in a bunch, *we're* the ones testing it."

"Real cute missy. Do you hear me making fun of your yellow rain coat thing?"

"Touch the coat and you will find out why little boys shouldn't play with fireworks."

"Kinky. But you couldn't hit the broadside of the Batcave if I pinned you there with Batarangs."

"Oh yeah!"

"Yeah!"

" . . ."

" . . ."

"Well I'm bored with the silence. How long did we last this time, four seconds?"

"Three point seven eight, to be exact."

"Wow, that's almost twice yesterday's record! I'm truly impressed with our progress."

"Yeah, those two seconds from before were really pitiful. I just don't see how other couples have decent fights."

"You would think the X-Men training would cover this. Maybe we need a torrid affair with a clone to come between us."

"Nah. That's too complex for my taste. Besides, the last thing I need is for Dick to start a pool on when we would get back together like I have on him and Babs."

"The bet's a great idea! Remind me to get my name in on that too. But for now, let's settle for a 'Bloodbath'."

"Hmm?"

"The name of the V.R. game, 'Bloodbath'."

"Sounds like an instant classic."

"Well, we need something to get your testosterone pumping."

"Don't you mean adrenaline?"

"Not in your case."

"See, it won't work because you're trying too hard and I know it's coming."

"Well, I don't see any of your brilliant ideas coming to life."

"Well, maybe if you weren't so blinded by those glasses . . . um."

"So close."

"Totally my fault. I just went blank, which is weird for me. This is hard, ya know?"

"Must just be a new couple thing."

"One can only hope."

~X~R~

"I could break into JLA headquarters easier than this."

"Do you think whoever designed this would set up security for the X-Mansion? That place is totaled every week and the Prof.'s insurance must be zillions."

The two had been through a retina scan, a complete body scan, a background check, a profiling, and seven nondisclosure agreements. Tim could feel the burning eyes of cameras all around him that were documenting their every move. It didn't matter that they hadn't been caught as off-worlders so far. Tim kept waiting for someone to point at him and tell him to go back to his own planet. But nothing strange showed up on any of the test, even Jubilee's scans showed up normal. Whatever the security officers were comparing the data to must have been okay because three and a half hours later, both Jubilee and Tim ended up in a small chamber labeled the 'Briefing Room.'

Tim examined the pamphlet they were given like it was a bomb, but eventually settled for just reading it. " 'Welcome to the future of virtual reality' . . . 'totally digital environment' . . . blah blah blah. 'Each person is equipped with a stun suit rigged with paint for stun and kill wounds' . . . 'bleeding-edge technology.' 'Intensely real laser blaster hooked up to the Bloodbath mainframe that emits a low frequency' . . . yadda yadda yadda. Now this is interesting: 'goal – waste the cyberthugs before they waste you.' Well. I don't know about you, but now I'm motivated to shoot some cybertrash."

Jubilee's reply was cut short when an eccentric looking man entered. He was about average height with a long face, spiky hair and a scruffy goatee. "That's him! It's Ivan!" Jubilee whispered before Tim could ask. Ivan was followed by two hyped up teenage boys who couldn't stand still for a second.

"Jubilation Lee and Timothy Drake I presume? These are the people who will be entering the game with you, Chamber and Impulse."

"Just Tim and Jubilee will be fine." Tim was sure he was the only one in the world who could be unfortunate enough to run into someone else named Impulse wherever he went. The worst part was that the named seemed to fit both of the two teens perfectly.

The basic concept was explained again and then a big production was made when the walls turned, revealing rows of laser blasters, head gear, body armor and glasses. Ivan made a sleek exit as Impulse and Chamber practically threw on the gear, leaving Jubilee and Tim to fend for themselves.

"Woo-hoo! Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill." Tim noticed Chamber's vocabulary was very expansive, but then again, Impulse's was no better.

"You wimps ready to get slaughtered out there? Better stay behind me 'n Chamber 'less you want your sissy butts killed the second you step out."

"Just one spark and ka-blam."

"Jubilee, no powers. I hope I won't have to be correcting you the entire time we are out there."

"Well, if we get rid of them now-"

"Jubilee!"

"Well-"

The red siren lights stopped her statement as a female computerized voice broke in. "Status: Combat ready. Situation: Guerrilla units in immediate vicinity of insertion module." The room shook without warning, and started a countdown leaving only ten seconds for the players to check they weapons clips and make final adjustments. "... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Engage."

"Woo-hoo! Try to keep up, sissies!"

"Do you think our guns could kill them? I mean one good shot to the back-"

"Now who's being sour Tim?"

The doors sealed behind them once they entered the ransacked streets. They set themselves up behind a metal barrier in the center of the street. All was quiet except for Chamber's now muffled rant of "Kill." Until a brief rumbling sound was heard down the street.

"Motorcycles."

They came in two packs of twelve faceless men with their guns blazing. The fight for survival had begun.

* * *

If they waited any longer behind the tank, they were sure to get shot. They had already managed to break through the first two levels, but not without loss. Tim glanced longingly back towards Chamber and the green goo that was pouring from the 'fatal wound.' Every time he would try to get up, an electrical shock would pin him back to the ground. That was motivation enough to know that getting shot was not an option. "Next?"

"We go in the building." Impulse had been a bit more tolerant since he had seen his friend fall, but Tim could tell that the teen felt the need to be in charge still.

The three entered quietly, each covering the others' backs. The place seemed empty, but no one believed it. However, their tight formation was lost when they reached the spacious ashen room. That queasy feeling of dread found its way back to Tim's heart. He could taste the evil in the room. It was like he was stuck back in his dreams, but he couldn't let it destroy his concentration. They were ready for everything, except the clicking sound of high heels.

She appeared before them, carrying herself like a goddess, down the steps they had just come from. She was only about five feet, but Tim was sure her thigh-high spiked leather boots added about five more inches. Her red hair flowed around her face and hit her chin. Her black outfit seemed no more than three pieces of cloth held together with an invisible string.

"I think even Kory would think that was scandalous."

"I was going to say Betsey myself."

"Well Timbo, you might be tied down with your girlfriend here, but I'm not." Impulse proclaimed from where he stood behind a seething Jubilee. "What is your name, Divine One?"

"I am Maitreya. There are no girls allowed in my game."

Tim began to move before her wrist had finished its majestic ark. There was no time to scream a warning to Jubilee, he just let his adept instincts guide him. His shoulder stung as he collided with her laser blaster, but they landed in a pile floor relatively safely. When he looked up again, Maitreya was gone.

"A little jumpy there, eh? Need I remind you, Boy Wonder, that this is a game?"

"Sorry, I guess I've been doing this too long. I just saw her about to throw that and-"

"Yeah, remind me to thank your employer when we get back. This is cozy and all, but I don't let my boyfriends lay on me until the second week."

"Yeah, I guess. She must've hit Impulse instead of you. He's unusually quiet."

"Personally, I don't look forward to the electric pulses holding me down, but . . . ohmygod,Timcomequick!"

"What is it? Holy shit. That's not paint."

"No, he's . . . he's . . ."

"Dead."

~X~R~

Background: Okay, so in case you don't know, Maitreya isn't mine. This story is actually my sequel to Scully vs. the Super-Psycho Plastic-Body Bitch, otherwise known as the episode First Person Shooter, which was one of the three good episodes of the 7th season of the X-Files. Here's the plot. After being smothered by men all day, Phoebe, one of the writers of the game First Person Shooter (Ivan was the other), created her own totally separate game featuring everyone's favorite Barbie doll. But somehow Maitreya changed games, stole control of F.P.S. and, feeding off the testosterone of the players, killed those who challenged her. The Lone Gunmen (Mulder's friends and consultants for F.P.S.) bring in Scully and Mulder to investigate. Mulder tried the game and was getting his butt kicked up and down the block, so Scully went in and kicked some serious ass until Phoebe was able to activate the kill switch (against Ivan's protests). Anyway, everyone leaves and Ivan is digging through the files to find Maitreya, only now she has taken the form of the only person who has ever beaten her, Scully.

~X~R~