X-Men: Evolution
"Elections"
King of the Worthless

Yeah, yeah, I don't own the characters. This isn't meant to accomplish anything, just to amuse me, and probably only me. Oh, and excuse the grammar.

Scott Summers placed the large, white posterboard sheet on the wall, taping it in place. He stood back as Evan Daniels walked up to him.

"Scott, you're running for Student Council President?"

"Yep."

Lance Alvers walked down the hallway with Pietro Maximoff. They stopped in front of the poster.

"Scott Summers for Student Council President?" Lance turned to Scott. "You're running for student council?"

"Yeah. It'll be tough, but I know I can do it."

"Yeah, because any loser can get into student council, Summers."

"Oh really? I'd like to see YOU try!"

"I could make it WITHOUT trying!"

"We'll see about that, Alvers. Later!" Scott and Evan walked off. Lance and Pietro kept looking at the poster.

"Lance, don't tell me you-"

"If Summers can do it, so can I! Now..." Lance stared at the poster. "Ok, first thing's first. I need to make some posters. Round the guys up."

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"...You're... running for student council?!" Todd said, on the verge of laughter. "I didn't realize you were a FAG, Lance!"

"Hey, I'm only doing this to beat Summers. Now, are you gonna help me or not?"

"Alright, alright. I'll be your campaign manager. Now, first thing ya gotta do is put up some posters."

"I'll take care of that," Pietro said, tearing a poster from the wall, flipping it over, and writing on it.

"Ok, yeah, that's good... now we need some propaganda..." Todd looked at Fred.

"Yeah, I can take care of it. They'll vote Alvers if they know what's good for them."

"No, chill, Fred just... uh... pretend Summers paid you to support him," Todd explained as Pietro taped a giant sign to Fred's chest. Fred looked down at it.

"Uh... vote... Summers...?" Fred read as Pietro taped a similar sign to his back. Lance remained seating, watching.

"Toad, how do you know this'll work?"

"Simple," Pietro said, before Todd could turn to look at Lance. "Everyone knows you hang out with us, so if they see that Freddy's supporting Summers, they'll figure that he cheated by turning his competitor's friends against him. Simple, isn't it?"

"Uh... I guess that works. Ok, Pietro, get those posters taped up, Fred, go tell people to vote for Summers, and Toad... uh... Toad can... uh..."

Pietro quickly put a "Vote Summers" sign around Todd's neck. "Yeah, perfect."

"Dammit, why do I gotta do this, too?!"

"Hey, it was YOUR idea!" Fred yelled. Not one to argue with the Blob, Todd shrugged and hopped off.

Lance put his feet up on the table and his hands behind his head. Summers wouldn't know what hit him.

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"Hey, y'all! Vote Scott Summers, he's number one!" Todd yelled, drawing attention to himself. If there was anything he hated, it was drawing attention to himself. But if he didn't, Lance would probably get mad at him. And if there was anything he hated more than drawing attention to himself, it was aggravating Lance. So his only real option was to go with his own plan and draw attention to himself. He stopped thinking about it, having already confused himself.

"Hey, isn't Alvers running against him?" one guy asked. Todd turned to face him.

"Yeah, but why vote Alvers when you can vote Summers?"

"Aren't you Alvers' friend?"

"Not when I'm gettin' paid a hundred big ones, no."

"What? How typical! I'm not voting for Summers!" Todd smiled as the guy walked off.

"Vote for Summers!"

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Fred was having considerably worse luck. Even if he WAS a walking billboard, almost literally, nobody seemed to pay attention to him. Maybe it was because he had a tendency to bully everyone...

"Aren't you listening?! I said 'vote Summers!'"

...Or maybe it was because everyone was in class.

"Hey, Freddy, vhat are you doing here?" Kurt asked, having taken a break to get a drink of water.

"Uh... vote Summers. And don't call me Freddy."

"Ja, I'm voting for him... are you?"

"Uh... yeah."

"But aren't you Lance's friend?"

"Uh... vote Summers."

"Vhat's going on here?"

"I told you, fuzzball, vote Summers, now get lost!"

"Vait... vhy are you supporting Scott?"

"Uh... he paid me to. Now go away before I pound your face in!"

"Zis can't be right... I don't have time to argue now, I've got to get back to class." Kurt walked off.

"Alright, vote Summers!"

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Pietro zoomed through the hallway, taking Scott's posters with him. He had collected most, if not all of his posters and took them with him to the restroom.

He whipped out a few markers and began writing "Vote Alvers for Student Council President" on the back of the posters. Suddenly, Kitty walked in.

"Hey! What are you doing in the girls' room?!"

Perhaps Pietro had been in too much of a hurry.

"Uh... well, you see, since I move at the speed of light, I can't afford to looked at every sign I pass by. Naturally, you wouldn't understand that."

"Get out before I tell someone!"

"Oh, I'm really scared, Kitty Cat!"

"Stop that! At least my hair's a NORMAL color!"

"You don't think silver is normal, you ditz?"

"Not according to my standards!"

"That's it! You're going down!" Pietro took a fighting stance.

"I won't sink to your level. I'm leaving." Kitty walked out of the restroom.

"Haha, sucker," Pietro whispered to himself as he picked the posters back up and began to write.

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The students of Bayville had gathered in the auditorium for the Student Council debates. Before the debates had been established, it was all one big popularity contest. Well, not that it still wasn't.

"...And finally," Ms. Darkholme announced, "Our last debate of the night is between Scott Summers and Lance Alvers, running for Student Council President." There was mild applause and a few loud yawns as Scott and Lance walked to their podiums.

"Thank you. As you all know, I am Scott Summers, Student Council President for the last two years running. If I'm re-elected, I'll run things just as smoothly as before."

"Right," Ms. Darkholme said. "Now, our first question, for Mr. Summers. How do you feel about the current situation following the Wagner incident last week?"

"Uh... the Wagner incident?" Scott was clearly not prepared. "Well... I... think that we need to make sure that the cheese used in the cafeteria is cheddar and not parmesan."

"Mr. Alvers?"

"I have no idea what cheese has to do with the Wagner incident."

"Thank you. Now, a question for Mr. Alvers. What is it you would do with the problem facing our football team?"

"I'd tell them all to stop wasting our resources and win a game once in a while."

"Now, Mr. Summers?"

"What we need is a new coach, one with actual experience. Former Texas A and M quarterback Dan St-"

"We can't afford that!" Lance yelled.

"Hey, we've got more than enough money, Alvers. We should stop wasting our funds on student council festivities and concentrate on a better coach."

"So you're saying this debate would be entirely meaningless and your position would be forfeited if we just hired a new coach. Ladies and gentlemen, this debate is over." Lance walked offstage as Scott slamed his face on the podium.

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Lance and his "brothers" gathered to discuss their strategy. So far, Todd had managed to get several people angry at Scott, and Fred had managed to do nothing, but they never expected much from him.

"I've been tearing down Summers' posters," Pietro said, "

"Well, this can't be too hard," Lance said to his managers. "When are elections?"

"Tomorrow night," Pietro said. "I'm sure you're in the lead, but if all else fails, we'll just break in and change the votes."

"Why don't we just do THAT instead?!" Lance yelled.

"Uh... good point..." Todd said, cowering. Of course, Fred usually didn't pay attention to a word they said during lunch. Today was pizza day, so they really weren't his priority.

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Night had fallen in Bayville, and the votes had all been locked. Wearing his green and white combat suit, Toad crawled through the ventilation shaft. It was decided that either he or Pietro, both being the two slimmest members of the group, would stay behind and open the door from the inside. Todd drew the short straw, so he had waited in the ventilation shaft until nightfall. He'd probably wake up with a cold the next morning.

He unscrewed one of the vents and jumped out. He unlocked the door and stepped outside, where the others were waiting.

"Took you long enough," Avalanche said, walking in.

"Hey, my watch was a little off."

Blob stood by the door, in case anyone showed up. Avalanche, Quicksilver and Toad made their way into Ms. Darkholme's office, where the ballot box was being held. Toad grabbed it and began to pick at the lock with a paperclip. As soon as he stuck the paperclip in, he was hit by a red beam, knocking him off the desk.

"We thought you were up to something, Alvers!" Scott yelled, standing at the doorway, accompanied by Kurt.

"Hey, wasn't Blob guarding the door?" Quicksilver asked.

"We considered that, we took a different route," Scott said. Kurt teleported next to Toad and took the box, then teleported away.

"We'll see who the winner is, fair and square!" Scott said as Kurt appeared next to him. Avalanche prepared to tear up the ground right under them, but decided against it. Scott was right, he didn't need to cheat to win. Well, that wasn't exactly his point, but it was good enough.

"Fine, Summers! We'll do it your way. I'll beat you, fair and square!" Scott put the box back down on Ms. Darkholme's desk and watched Avalanche and Quicksilver carry Toad out.

"So now zat zey're gone... you gonna look?" Kurt asked.

"No, something tells me Jean's gonna yell at me for a week if I do. Let's play it fair this time."

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The Xavier kids and The Brotherhood sat in the courtyard during lunch, waiting for the announcement of the winners. They regarded each other, but didn't speak to one another, waiting to rub the announcement in the loser's face.

"...The winner for Student Council Treasurer is..."

Ms. Darkholme was probably stalling.

"...And congratulations to Mark Desmond..."

No, definitely stalling. She probably enjoyed torturing her fellow "Brothers" as much as she liked torturing Xavier's kids.

"Lance, I just thought of a good slogan for you," Todd said, holding a Twix in his hand.

"A little LATE, Toad."

"'If you want to elect someone who's good at sitting around and doin' nothin', go with a pro, vote Alvers!'"

"What? How would that have helped?!"

"No, I mean, student council doesn't DO anything, ya know."

"Yeah," Pietro said, swallowing some milk. "They don't make any important decisions, all they do is organize school functions, like dances and stuff."

"I'm running to organize school dances?! Why didn't you guys TELL me?!"

"Maybe it's cuz you didn't ask us, foo."

"Dammit, if I end up having to do decorations for prom, I'm going to kill you both!"

"Why us? What about Fred?" Pietro asked.

"He's mad, but he's not stupid!" Fred said, crossing his arms. Pietro and Todd saw his point.

"...And in the category of Student Council President..."

Lance and Scott became tense. Their friends looked at them, eagerly awaiting either a celebration or heckling. In Lance's case, it was heckling either way.
"...Lance Alvers..."

"NO!! NO!!! DAMMIT!! WHY ME?!" Lance yelled, the ground shaking. Todd, Pietro and even Fred took a few steps back. Scott and his friends just stared.

"Uh... congratulations... Lance...?"

"WHY ARE YOU CONGRATULATING ME?! ARE YOU RUBBING IT IN MY FACE?!"

"No I..."

"FUCK OFF, SUMMERS!!"

So Lance had finally beaten Scott at something. That's when he realized that if there's a higher power, it really must hate him.

"What are YOU looking at, Pietro?!"

That, and he could really scare his friends when he's angry.

The End