Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men Evolution. I do however own the characters Nick Seer, Rachel Baron, Monica Doe, Victor Regal, Brad Rach (that's me ^_^) and Jill Ricardo.
A/NL I felt fairly uninspired for this chapter, that's why it didn't work out so well, and took a little longer, anyway I hope you enjoy it still.
Lance woke up and rubbed his eyes. It had been a busy week. Since Tuesday he was now living in a apartment, on a government plan to bring mutants and humans together, by having mutants risk their lives to save humans by going on missions. The days had gone by easily, Wednesday being their first classes, and they had continued through the week. Brad, Jill, and Victor had been busy all week, so they had little time to talk with the students. Nick, Remy, and Rachel were never around, so Lance had not been getting to know them much, but Monica and Pietro spent every morning talking, and Pietro would whine the rest of the day about how he loved Monica.
It was now Saturday, the team had been informed that they had the weekend off, unless an emergency. They had met the security guard that Pietro disliked several times over the week, and found out his name was Mac. Lance thought it very cliché but the guy was friendly enough, but had a lot of questions to ask about the project. Other then the flood the first day, and sneaking into the weapons training ground, the Brotherhood had been fairly behaved, which bothered Lance slightly. Lance's apartment was now slightly furnished, as was the other members of the Brotherhood who had all gone shopping Friday. Lance woke up at Seven, he was obviously getting used to being up early. He got himself a can of coke from the fridge and got changed. With the sugar and caffeine getting him woken up Lance walked outside to find Pietro's door open. Lance walked inside where Pietro, Todd, and Fred were sitting, watching Pietro's TV.
"Hey." Lance groaned, while waiting for the coke to kick in. "Monica not here for the morning ritual of her talking and you gazing deep into her eyes." Lance mocked, sitting down.
"Gee, come in Lance." Pietro rolled his eyes.
"Quiet, TV." Todd said, almost in a trance.
"Hey sleepy heads." The group looked over to see Rachel looking through the door, Monica with her. "We decided since no one knows anyone, that we should get started."
"I'm Lance and I'm asleep." Lance groaned.
"Come on, we are all going for breakfast at a restaurant, Nick is getting changed and Remy said he would be out in a minute."
"Well I'll go." Pietro ran over to the two girls.
"Come on." Monica sighed.
"Yeah alright." Lance got to his feet and went to the door, Todd and Fred slowly followed.
Because there were eight people, and couldn't all fit inside either Lance's jeep or Nick's car, the only to vehicles they had, they decided that Pietro, Todd, and Fred would ride in the car with Nick, while Remy, Monica, and Rachel rode with Lance. The arrangement seemed needless because no one really said anything the trip there. They reached the breakfast spot, it was called Eggs Forever. The eight piled out of the cars and went into the restaurant.
"We gotta get a booth." Fred reminded them as they went inside.
"Oh right." Lance nodded.
"Why?" Rachel asked as they made their way to a booth.
"Fred was a police order valid in every state but Hawaii, that it is illegal for him to sit at a table in any restaurant." Pietro explained.
"Why?" Nick asked as they all sat down at a large booth, Nick, Todd, Rachel, and Lance in one side of the booth, Monica, Pietro, Fred, and Remy on the other side.
"There was some... unpleasantries." Fred confessed.
"Alright..." Rachel said. The gang ordered some food and Rachel spoke up to break the awkward silence. "How about we just say a little bit about ourselves?"
"Well I'm Remy, on the street I was called Gambit, and I was a first class thief and con man."
"And why did you end up working for the government?" Todd munched on a fly that was on the table.
"Remy got himself caught, they said I had potential for work, and it was that or Jail."
"Well, my story falls a little more on the legal side." Rachel seemed nervous.
"Hey none of us are perfect." Lance snapped.
"Well that's obvious!"
"Clear the air!" Monica yelled. She took a deep breath. "Clear the air. Now Rachel, you're a snobby stuck up jerk, and we all have a criminal past, the air is clear, continue."
"Well I had obvious talents from birth, so I stayed at home most of my life, and then my parents payed the Government to put me though some tests and they decided to sign me up for the team." Rachel smiled and turned to Monica.
"Well, I followed my father around endlessly helping him, only to learn that he hated me and turned me in as a mutant the first chance he got. Naturally the government believed him, and then they found out that he was lying and I really was good, so they let me go, but Jill decided I would be perfect for the Vague project." Monica looked over at Nick.
"Oh jeez.. Do I have to go next? Well lets see, some evil doctor and some floating guy who throws cars at me for fun, chase me over the country, great way to see the world I tell you. Anyway I hide out in a town, and they never find me, the government does. By that time I had read the tabloids so much that I knew there were other mutants, so I warmed up to the idea I'm a walking freak."
"Umm... guys can you top that?" Remy looked over at the brotherhood.
"Well lets see, we worked for the freak that tosses cars at people for fun, as well as a shape shifter with a bad attitude. We live in the same town as a group of mutants who live in a mansion where they get whatever they want, because of their rich professor. We have caused tons of problems in the town and have become known throughout the city as troublesome weirdos. In one day we moved from the slums of Bayville, to here." Lance explained as they got their food.
"Oh and here is the funny part, my father is the freak who throws cars at people, including me." Pietro gave a fake laugh.
"Well... we are here now." Fred shrugged as he ate some eggs.
"So... how long has everyone been here." Lance asked.
"Well we were all brought here Saturday, and you guys were brought it Tuesday." Monica stated.
"What are you doing." Rachel asked, breaking more silence as Lance carefully unscrewed the lids to the salt, pepper, sugar, syrup, and all the other containers, and placed them back on.
"Its called annoy the next people to sit here." Lance grinned. "It makes life more interesting." The group finished their meal and payed the check, then walked outside.
"That is a real nice piece of work." Nick said somewhat sarcastically. "How fast can it go? 50, 60?"
"I have you know, it can hit 120, easy." Lance snapped.
"What to test that theory out?" Nick taunted.
"Fine! How about a race to the apartment."
"Your on!"
"What about us yo?" Todd whined as the two got into their vehicles. The two payed no attention and got the car's even. Rachel sighed and walked between the two cars.
"Alright, go." She sighed as the car and the jeep sped off. Unfortunately it was a two lane road and Lance was on the left side. He accelerated slightly faster then Nick, and managed to pull into the lane before getting smashed head on into a car. Nick pulled onto the empty sidewalk and managed to emerge into the lane in front of Lance. Lance went into the left lance and sped as fast as he could, he managed to pass Nick and another car, and cut off right in front of the second car. The car braked and Nick flew his car into the left lane. Him and Lance were neck and neck, the road was clear, and the parking garage for the apartment was closing in straight ahead. They went straight ahead and into the garage neck and neck, both braked and slide sideways, and both ran out of the car.
"I won!" They both shouted at the same time.
"What?" Lance laughed.
"I was way ahead." Nick said holding his hand up in victory.
"Not a chance." Lance spat.
"I was too." Nick glared back at Lance. The two went back into their cars and drove back to the restaurant, and picked up the six others, and drove them home, still not knowing who won.