Here we go again, well thanks to all your reviews people! And your ideas! And now, without further ado…
We've Taken To You So Strong
"And that's why you have problems with intimacy," Fred said.
"Will someone please take away this guy's psychology books?" Low Light groaned.
"Maybe we should do something besides talking," Althea suggested.
"Let's do a trust building exercise," Pietro said.
"What something dumb like falling backwards from on top of a table?" Lance asked.
"How did you know I was gonna suggest that?" Pietro asked.
"Lucky guess," Lance groaned.
"How stupid do you think I am?" Low Light snapped. "You guys are going to drop me!"
"No we won't," Pietro said.
"Yes you will," Low Light said.
"No we won't!" Pietro said.
"Yes you will!"
"No we won't!"
"Yes you will!"
"Oh yeah this is really building trust," Lance grumbled as the two went at it.
"You know this could take longer than I thought," Althea said.
"No we won't!" Pietro zoomed on top of the table. "Watch!" He crossed his arms and fell backwards. Flat onto the floor.
"Okay he deserved it," Wanda said. "But just because we let him drop doesn't mean we'll let you drop!"
Low Light glared at her. "Okay we probably would anyway," Wanda shrugged. "Let's move on to the next thing."
"What next thing?" Fred asked. "I thought we were winging this?"
"We are," Lance rolled his eyes.
"Boy you guys are really pathetic…" Pietro's voice floated in Lance's ear.
"Pietro we are not…wait a minute, Pietro's unconscious! If he didn't say that…I know that voice…" Lance turned white.
"What voice?" Todd asked. "I didn't hear anything."
Lance turned around and saw the Coyote on the couch. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" He yelped.
"Who? Where?" Todd looked around.
"I just thought I'd enjoy the show," The Coyote snickered.
"Oh no…" Lance gulped. "Not now…"
"What is it?" Wanda looked around. "Lance why are you looking at the couch like that?"
"Lance what's going on?" Todd asked.
"Nothing," Lance said. "It's just…I've got something on my mind…"
"That will be a first," The Coyote snickered.
"SHUT UP AND GO AWAY YOU STUPID COYOTE!" Lance screamed at nothing. "Oh thanks a lot! Now everybody's looking at me like I'm some kind of lunatic!" Indeed everyone was. Even Pietro who had woken up and was watching the scene.
"Like some kind of lunatic?" Pietro raised his eyebrow.
"I think lunatic is pretty accurate," Althea said.
"Coyote?" Low Light asked.
"Don't ask," Lance groaned. "Let's just say it's a recurring side effect and leave it at that." He whirled around and glared at the empty spot. "I don't care if you don't like being described that way! I didn't ask you to show up!"
"Lance did you forget to take your medication again?" Althea asked.
"I think I did…" Lance blinked. "Will you shut up you stupid dog! Yes I know you're not a dog. I was insulting you!"
"Oh yeah this is making me feel a lot better," Low Light drawled. "Compared to you guys I'm sane!"
"We are not gonna go to Xavier's and that's that!" Lance snapped. "We can handle this on our own!"
"Will somebody please take him out of here before I start losing my grip on reality?" Low Light shouted.
"Come on Lance," Fred put his hand on his shoulder. "This is Low Light's intervention. Now really isn't the time to have a nervous breakdown."
"Don't tell me!" Lance whirled around. "Tell him that! He's singing songs now! Make him stop! Somebody make him stop!"
"O-kay," Fred took him to the side. "Lance how about you and me go over to the corner and discuss our feelings? Would you like that?"
"The only thing I'd like is a sledgehammer to kill that stupid coyote!" Lance snapped.
"I'm confused," Xi said. "Are we supposed to be helping Lance as well as Low Light?"
"Looks like we're gonna have to," Althea sighed.
"I don't think this is going well," Todd said.
"Yeah this isn't quite going the way we planned," Pietro said.
"No kidding," Althea said sarcastically.
"This is not my life," Low Light moaned. "This is not my life…"
Meanwhile Roadblock was sitting with Lifeline outside the room. "How are they doing in there?" Lifeline asked.
"Well…" Roadblock started to say before he heard a loud scream.
"NO!" Low Light snapped. "WE ARE NOT MAKING FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS! AND THAT IS FINAL!" He ran out of the room again, this time in energy form.
"WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE SHUT UP THE STUPID COYOTE?" Lance shouted.
"There goes another door," Lifeline sighed.
"Maybe we should give Xavier a call," Roadblock muttered.
Coming next, Low Light confides in one of the Misfits and starts to bond. That's before more madness sets in…