Recruits 3

Author: Natas

Disclaimer: Unless you want a nasty cold bug, I don't think I have anything worth taking. Anyways, I think it's written somewhere that we're allowed to write Marvel fiction as long as we recognize it's their idea... am I right? If not, why do they have fan fiction on their own site?! Wait... Damn... I forgot about the rest. If you recognize anyone else, or any other companies things, they belong to them.

Summary: Do you want me to REALLY spoil the story? *YAWN* I'm to tired to make one up anyways...

Authors Note: I'm damned sick right now, and tired... Also, I'm wired on caffeine and cough syrup! WOO HOO!

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~In the last two episodes...~

~In our LAST episode of Recruits~

~Jean found true love... with SCOTT!?~

~The Smurfs were destroyed, god rest their little souls and cool hats~

~And everyone's favorite author was sent to a crazy house~

~But he narrowly escaped~

~Now he's back to reign terror in the hearts of everyone's favorite fictives!~

~And now on with the *COUGH* crappy *COUGH* story! Damn cold...~

"Does he ever shut up?" Jean Grey asked. "And why am I always in his stories?! I HATE HIS STORIES!"

A sudden shock of lightening came from no where and hit Jean in the head, frying her completely. Two seconds later, a new Jean popped out of no where.

"I love Natas and his stories! And I'm not going to be the stupid two-timing slut I always am in everyone else's stories!" She said in all monotone, as if reading from a cue card.

"Ha ha, that's right Jean." Professor Charles Xavier said as he shook with fear. "Now call in our first vict - er - mutant."

"Right away Professor." Jean said, obviously calming down a little bit. "Now calling number seventeen!"

"Wait, didn't we already DO number seventeen?" The Professor asked, slightly confused.

"We were about to," Jean said and turned her eyes back to the ceiling, "But our god Natas decided to throw a rave."

"I didn't throw a rave! I threw a party that turned INTO a rave! Damn raves..." I said from a dark corner.

"Oh, ssoorrrryy!" Jean said and was instantly zapped again, but only slightly this time. "Right-O! On with the fic."

"Yes, quiet right!" The Professor exclaimed.

"Calling number seventeen!" Jean said with a quiver in her voice.

The door opened and in walked a, well, I would guess anime thing. He looked about ten to twelve and had a hat with a stupid mountain looking thing on it.

Just as the Professor was about to commence the interview, everyone's favorite blue mutant *BAMFED* into view, along with another individual no one had ever really seen in this universe.

"Oh my!" Nightcrawler, also known as Kurt, exclaimed.

"Oh great! Not again!" The unknown said. It was a girl who, more then obviously, was into Nightcrawler. She carried a doll of him and wore nothing but blue. And on the front of her shirt, it said 'Official Nightcrawler Fan Girl'.

"Who are you?" Everyone, but Nightcrawler, asked in unison.

"I'm, uh," She looked a bit nervous, "Wait... Aren't you the X-MEN!? OH MY GOD!" She screamed and immediately composed herself again. "My name is Trah!"

"Trah... Trah... La la la, la la la." Jubilee said as she walked in, followed by another girl.

"Who's that!?" Everyone asked again.

"Chigliak." Jubilee said and quickly turned around and deeply kissed her.

"Vhoa, go Jubes!" Nightcrawler whooped.

"Kurt! Don't ogle her!" Trah said as she turned his face around to meet hers. Before he could say anything, they too were deeply kissing.

Just then, Bobby walked in. "Whoa! What's going on!?"

"Umm... Aren't I to young for this?" The new recruit asked.

"Oh yeah! Back to the actual story! Sorry Trah and Chigliak." I said and quickly made everyone *BAMF* or *POOF* away. "Go on Professor."

"Where is the Professor?" Jean asked.

"Over here," He said as he rolled out of a oddly placed doorway.

"Rriigghhtt..." Jean said.

"Now, new one, may I ask your name?"

The boy was obviously prepared for that question. "I am Ash Katchem from the town of Pallet! And I am a Pokemon MASTER!"

"Rriigghhtt..." Jean said again.

"I see," The Professor said. "Now what is your gift?"

"I can make little red and white balls (don't laugh) fly out of my hand, and with a red flash, creatures appear."

"Could you please demonstrate?" The Professor asked, slightly amused.

"Uh... My agent didn't say anything about that." Ash said, obviously annoyed.

"Agent?"

"Look! I'm a busy man! I don't have time for this! Either I'm in or out. Did my agent give you the list?"

"List?"

"Yes! Demands! If I am to be part of your team, I demand my own room, my own show, my own lunch box, and my own comic."

"Comic? My dear son, we're not affiliated with the COMIC universe."

"Then why the hell did you drag me all the way out here?" He said, looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying not to look scared.

"I got a call from someone named Natas saying that I could get my own comic! All I want is a comic! Is that to much to ask for!?" He said, getting some scary looking anime face thing going on.

"I guess not -"

"Pikachu! I choose you!" With that, a yellow mouse thing jumped off of his shoulder and right at me.

"AH! NOT PIKACHU!! Wait, Pikachu sucks!"

The little yellow mouse thing didn't like that and promptly electrocuted me, leaving me charred and standing very oddly before falling over.

"That should take care of him for a while!" Jean said as my body lay lifeless once again.

"What should we do?" Ash asked.

"I believe it is time to RUN!!!!" The Professor yelled as his new jet pack wheel chair came forth and took him out of there faster then a bat out of hell.

The remaining two just shrugged and walked out.

I laid there, not moving for a while longer. Finally, as the camera zoomed in closer to my face, a cloud of smoke escaped my lips. "Damn, that's good shit."

~FIN~

(You should know it's really not!)

(Idiot!)

(PS: RIGHTS FOR SCOTT!)