Fred's Analysis

by Race Baj

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men Evolution or any of the characters



Mystique grumbled as her and Pietro walked in they sat down and Pietro grabbed a magazine and leafed through it, with a disgusted look he threw it behind him and waited. Soon after Mrs. Smith (the psychiatrist) walked out and told Pietro to come in.

"You know." Pietro said, when he got in and sat down. "You really have terrible magazines."

"Yes Pietro, but we're here to talk about you."

"As much as I love talking about me, you seriously need to get some new ones. Who can get in the mood to have a psychological evaluation, without good magazines. Now if you have something with the words weekly written after it, that would be a good magazine, or something with me in it would be even better."

"Enough!"

"Enough what?"

"Enough about the magazines!"

"What magazines, but speaking of it, did you know you really have terrible magazines? You seriously need to get some new ones. Who can get in the mood to have a psychological evaluation, without good magazines. Now if-"

"Stop it!"

"Stop what, all that's been happening is you talking about your stupid magazines."

"That was you!"

"It was?"

"Yes, it was you?"

"Which one am I again."

"You are you!"

"Which one? The you or the other you?"

"There is no other you!"

"So you is me and I am you?"

"Stop that!"

"Stop you."

"Whatever it is you are doing!"

"So I am the you?"

"Yes!"

"I though I was the me?"

"You are the you and the me!"

"I'm you and me?"

"I don't know anymore!"

"You know, I think you may be a bit schizophrenic."

"I am not!"

"Why don't you tell me about your childhood?"

"Because I'm the shrink, err- Psychiatrist!"

"Now, now, no reason to be in denial."

"About what?"

"About you being me."

"You are you!"

"So I'm you now?"

"No!"

"What are you even talking about?"

"I don't know!" By now the Psychiatrist was burying her face in her hands.

"Then why do you keep bringing it up?"

"That's enough!" The psychiatrist straightened herself and took on a posture of authority. "Now Pietro, do you feel any hostilities do your family?"

"Well yeah, I mean, my dad is out trying to conquer humanity all the time, no father son relationship. 'Dad do you want to play catch?' 'Oh no son, I have to out due Professor X, after all, he wants peace' That's always how it is!"

"Now Pietro, could this conquering humanity be a mask you have put on your fathers actions, to protect yourself from the truth?"

"No."

"But Pietro, your father can't really be trying to do that, could he?"

"Oh yeah, if it wasn't for the X-Men he could do it no problem."

"Pietro this won't work if you don't open up to the truth."

"Maybe you have to open up to the truth."

"Me?"

"Yeah, you keep telling me all this nonsense of my father trying to conquer humanity."

"But- that was you."

"This will never work if you keep being in denial."

"But you're the one who keeps talking."

"They say the memory is the first thing to go."

"My memory is fine!"

"Ok then, what's my name?"

"Pietro Maximoff."

"Actually is Mark Stancfield."

"Not his again! Mrs. Darkholme!"

"Yes?" Mystique said coming in.

"Get him out of here."

"Yes, come on. At least you were sane enough to keep here from having a nervous breakdown."

"Good bye Dr. Smith, and if you have any problems, call me and we can schedule another appointment. Pietro said as they exited the office, and closed the door to the muffled screams of the Psychiatrist.