Consider Yourself One of the Family
"Well Low Light's with the kids," Shipwreck sat down at the table in the Joes' rec. room.
Roadblock, Spirit and the Blind Master were there as well. "You think this will really work?" Roadblock asked.
"Anything's worth a shot," The Blind Master said. "I wonder how he's doing?"
"WHERE ARE THEY?" Low Light's voice could be heard throughout the building. "WHERE ARE THOSE SO-CALLED FRIENDS OF MINE? I'LL KILL 'EM! I'LL KILL 'EM!"
"That answer your question?" Shipwreck said.
Low Light stormed into the room. "Okay, which one of you wants to die first?"
"I take it that you are not exactly pleased at the children's presentation," Spirit said calmly.
"Oh nooooo," Low Light drawled sarcastically. "I looooove being ambushed by a group of mutant maniacs who psychoanalyze me while they're singing!"
"Singing?" Roadblock raised an eyebrow.
"You bet they were!" Low Light snapped. "I'd still be trapped with them if I hadn't used my powers to escape!"
"You actually used your powers?" The Blind Master asked.
"I was desperate!" Low Light snapped.
"Hey so it did work!" Shipwreck said.
"You have to admit Low Light," Roadblock said. "They did help."
"Help with what? Help drive me out of my mind because they did a very good job on that!" Low Light snapped.
"I apologize my friend," Spirit stood up to him.
"Saying you're sorry won't get you off the hook pal!" Low Light snapped.
"That's not what I am apologizing for," Spirit told him before he knocked Low Light out cold with a swift kick. "That is what I was apologizing for!"
"Good work Spirit," Shipwreck nodded.
"It had to be done," Spirit shrugged.
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"Oh what hit me?" Low Light groaned as he woke up.
"Spirit's foot," Daria said simply.
Low Light looked around him. He was in a different room with couches and chairs. And smiling Misfits surrounding him. "Everybody this is Low Light and he is a mutant," Pietro announced. "Say hi to Low Light everybody!"
"HI LOW LIGHT!" They all shouted.
"Oh god no…" Low Light moaned. "Not again!"
"Can't get rid of us that easily," Pietro told him. "Many have tried before."
"And I'll keep trying until I get it right!" Low Light jumped up and ran to the nearest door. He opened it and found Roadblock standing there with an M-16 aimed at him.
"Don't put up a fight Low Light," Roadblock told him. "You are going nowhere, all right?"
"Roadblock you can't keep me locked in here!" Low Light shouted.
"Wanna bet?" He snapped. "The kids ain't through yet! Now get back in there to your intervention, or what I will do to you in front of these kids I cannot mention!"
"It'll be fun Low Light!" Todd hopped up to him. "We can sing more songs, tell stories, share our feelings and play games and stuff!"
"Shoot me," Low Light moaned. "Please shoot me."
"It's either us or Xavier," Lance pointed out. "That's what Psyche-Out wanted to do."
Low Light blinked. "Okay, okay…you win! At least you maniacs don't go into my mind while you're messing with it!"
"We'll take it from here Roadblock," Althea smiled as she closed the door.
"What are you maniacs going to do to me now?" Low Light groaned as he sat down.
"Well I think it's important that we have some quality time as a group," Fred told him. "You need to feel accepted as part of our family. This will help you get rid of any feelings of inadequacy and stuff."
Low Light looked at the others. "He's been reading those psychology books again hasn't he?"
"Yeah but he's got a point," Todd told him. "We do need to make you feel like part of the team."
"We love you!" The Triplets sang out hugging him.
"What is this? 'Hug Low Light Day?'" Low Light moaned.
"It's time for some family bonding!" Althea told him.
"Couldn't you guys torture Beach Head instead or something?" Low Light asked.
"We have that scheduled for next Monday," Pietro whipped out a date book. "Right after starting a food fight in the cafeteria…"
"You people actually schedule when you're gonna torment us?" Low Light looked at the date book. "Why does this not surprise me?"
"Hey we have a lot of people to annoy and not enough of us to go around," Pietro said. "It's a good system."
"I don't suppose there's any chance you could bump me from the schedule is there?" Low Light groaned.
"Nope!" Pietro grinned. "Let the family bonding begin!"
"I should have just let them shoot me," Low Light groaned.
So what insanity will befall Low Light next? What will the Misfits do? I haven't a clue. No really, I don't have a clue. Send in some ideas people. There may be some angst later on. But it's gonna be more fluff than angst…