Did you ever have to make up your mind? Pick up on one and leave the other behind?
It's not often easy and not often kind Did you ever have to make up your mind?
"Kitty will ya knock it off!" Rogue banged on the door. "You've been playing that stupid song straight for four hours now! I'm sick of it! Kitty!"
"Is she still in there?" Tabitha walked up with Amara.
"What do you think?" Rogue pointed her thumb at the door.
"She's really out of it," Amara said. "She didn't even come down to breakfast!"
"Well it's time for her to stop moping and get out of bed," Tabitha made a small energy bomb and popped it into the door's lock. "Fire in the hole!"
The door fell open with a bang. They saw Kitty lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She was still fully dressed from last night. The song from the Loving Spoonful was still playing at full blast on her CD player. "Kitty!" Amara rushed to her bed. "You look awful? Didn't you sleep last night?"
"No," Kitty spoke in a monotone. "I didn't. I couldn't."
"You're really bugged about this aren't ya?" Tabitha asked.
"I feel so awful," Kitty sighed. "It's like this decision keeps playing in my head and I can't get rid of it!"
"Well you're not gonna figure anything out on an empty stomach," Tabitha pulled her up and dragged her out the door. "Come on, let's get you something to eat and then we'll all dish it out."
However when they got downstairs into the kitchen both Lance and the rest of the Misfits were there as well as Peter and most of the other X-Men. "Oh great!" Kitty groaned. "I told all of you, I don't have a clue how to decide right now! Okay?"
"Listen Kitty," Daria said. "Maybe you need to take a new approach to this!"
"Yeah you could do it scientifically!" Quinn said. "We could help you! Right Forge?"
"That's not a bad idea," Forge nodded.
"Uh oh," Peter gulped.
"I don't like the way this is going," Lance nodded. "Especially when you little maniacs are involved!"
"What have you got to lose?" Brittany asked Kitty.
"Nothing I guess," Kitty sighed. "Why not?"
"To the lab!" Brittany called out.
"Oh god no…" Lance moaned. Soon they all teleported via the Mass Device to the Triplet's lab.
"I have a very bad feeling about this," Peter gulped as he looked around at all the equipment.
"Look all we're going to do is to put in all the data we can and then run it through our computer," Daria explained. "It will compare the data and pick the most suitable match for Kitty. Forge you can be our assistant."
"Something tells me this is not gonna be good," Scott gulped. "I'm not getting tested and even I'm starting to get nervous!"
"Relax Scott," Althea said. "As long as all of us watches the little maniacs hopefully nothing will happen."
"Hopefully?" Lance whined.
"Let's compare the facts shall we?" Forge began to tabulate. "First ages: Both Peter and Lance are 18. Two years older than Kitty."
"We'll put in their powers and backgrounds next," Quinn typed in the information. "Next we'll put in their personalities and psychological profiles."
"Oh this ought to be easy," Scott quipped. "Alvers is psychotic. End of story."
"How would you like to be buried alive?" Lance growled.
"Exhibit A ladies and gentlemen," Scott made a dramatic gesture.
"We should put in astrological signs as well," Brittany said. "Entering birth dates!"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Lance asked. "That stuff's a lot of hooey!"
"Hey you guys were born in the same month," Wanda noticed. "You and Peter are just separated by a couple of days."
"And according to this you are both compatible with Kitty's astrological sign," Quinn said.
"Now we will put in your mutant astrological signs," Daria nodded. "Once we figure them out."
"Our what?" Peter asked.
"Every mutant also has a special sign based on his or her powers," Daria took out a strange chart. "For example, Kitty's power is phasing right? That means she can be intangible, like a shadow. So according to this her sign is the moon."
"Where did you get this chart?" Jean blinked.
"We created it based on several old texts and tablets on mutant physiology and astronomy!" Quinn told her. "Jean your sign is the Fire sign, because telepathy and telekinesis are equated with the mind. You know the light of knowledge and all that stuff."
"Well that does make some sense," Rogue said.
"It doesn't make any sense!" Scott snapped. "This stuff is ridiculous!"
"Oh really?" Jean smirked. "According to this chart your sign is the Sun, which is perfectly compatible with fire signs. Not only that, they are highly recommended to be couples."
"On the other hand…" Scott looked at the chart again.
"So what are their signs?" Todd asked.
"Well Lance's is the Mountain for obvious reasons," Quinn showed him. "Peter's because his skin turns into a metal substance is the Gold sign."
"See that!" Peter crowed. "Gold beats a plain old rock any day!"
"Yeah but gold also comes from mountains," Daria told him. "Which means your signs are almost the same type. And according to this they're both poor choices for Moon types."
"WHAT?" Both Lance and Peter yelled.
"No way!" Lance grabbed the chart. "Let me see that!"
"It's all right there," Brittany pointed out. "Both Mountain and Gold signs are stubborn and inflexible. The Moon Female type is flighty and tends to go her own way."
"Yeah that's Kitty all right," Tabitha smirked.
"In fact according to this," Daria looked at it. "Both types spell disaster for Moon types."
"For some reason that does not surprise me," Rogue chuckled.
"Okay that data is entered," Forge assisted. "What else should we put in?"
"Physical characteristics," Brittany grinned as she took out a ruler. "Starting with the most important one. Boys would you mind…?"
"STAY AWAY FROM US!" Lance backed off. "PUT THAT RULER DOWN!"
"Don't even think about it!" Peter snapped.
"Fine if you want your data to be incomplete," Brittany huffed.
"You guys are like so weird," Kitty sighed as she took a drink from a nearby soda machine. "Where did you get this thing anyway?"
"Stole it from a Cobra Base," Althea told her. "Which also explains why the little maniacs are so wired all the time."
"Maybe instead we should compare their genetics?" Daria suggested.
"What do you mean?" Forge asked her.
"In other words, which guy has the best genes to pass on and combine with Kitty's to have more powerful offspring," Brittany said.
"She means who will give Kitty the cutest mutant babies!" Quinn chirped. This caused Kitty to spit out her soda all over the floor.
"WHAT?" Kitty yelled as soon as she got her breath back.
"Okay I think you guys are taking this just a little too far," Jean remarked.
"Hey we need data and they've got it!" Brittany grabbed Kitty's arm.
"Hold it!" Kitty phased out of her grasp. "What the heck are you maniacs gonna do to me?"
"We need some blood samples as well as a body analysis," Brittany told her.
"Oh no I see where this is going!" Lance said. "There is no way you are getting us in our underwear!"
"Don't worry," Daria told him as she dragged him to a nearby lab table. "You get to keep your clothes on."
"Come on you two!" Quinn pushed Peter as Brittany dragged Kitty along. "We'll take you to our special analyzing machine!"
"Should we let them do this?" Kurt gulped.
"Better them than us," Todd remarked.
"You have a point," Kurt nodded.
Soon they were all in the lab section of the Misfit house. Kitty, Lance, and Peter were all on tables strapped in, with wires all over their heads and arms. They were hooked up to monitors and machines. The Triplets were in the control room, wearing pink lab coats and huge goggles. "Commence operation!" They shouted gleefully.
"Why did I agree to this?" Kitty moaned as she saw several strange apparatus descended from the ceiling.
"I do not like this," Peter gulped.
"How on earth did they fit this thing in their house?" Kitty asked. "This is so weird!"
"Of course this is weird!" Lance snapped. "This is Trinity! Get used to it!"
"This is kinda creepy yo," Todd gulped. He and the others were watching from an observation window.
"Yeah but you gotta admit the seats are great," Fred said as he munched on popcorn.
"Only the Misfits would have a snack machine in the lab," Bobby groaned. Then he proceeded to munch on some nachos. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Are they gonna be okay?" Kurt asked Althea.
"I think…" Althea looked at the sight. "Maybe…"
"First! Blood sample!" Daria pushed a button. Immediately small needles took a tiny blood sample from all of the mutants on the table.
"YEOW THAT HURTS!" Peter yelled.
"It's just a pinch you big baby," Lance snapped. "Believe me they could do a lot worse!"
"Now for a body scan," Quinn said pushing some more buttons. Strange lights scanned all over the three of them.
"Wow," Fred remarked as he ate. "Cool light show."
"See this isn't so bad," Kitty said to the boys.
"And finally," Brittany pushed another button. "How well do they conduct electricity?"
A large shock hit right through all three of them. "You just had to say that didn't you?" Peter yelled.
"This is shocking," Pietro quipped.
"All right that's it!" Kitty phased through her bonds and helped Peter and Lance out. "I'm through being a guinea pig!" She glared at the Triplets, her hair standing on end. "Look what you maniacs did to my hair!"
"Yeah!" Peter snapped as he stumbled around. "That was insane!"
"Actually it wasn't that bad either," Lance grumbled. "I think I'm starting to get used to it. But at least they can't do anything more to us."
At that moment some strange claws descended on Lance and Peter and tore their clothing to shreds, leaving them only in their underwear. "Hey!" Lance yelled while Peter swore something in Russian.
"Oops," Daria grinned.
"Wrong button," Quinn giggled.
"Sorry!" Brittany laughed.
"Why you little perverts!" Lance shouted. "I knew they'd pull a stunt like this!"
"Thanks a lot Alvers!" Peter tried to cover himself.
"HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?" Lance shouted.
"Oh my…" Kitty stood there in shock looking at the boys.
"When I get my hands on you…" Lance growled. Then the claws came at them again, snapping. "Oh no you don't!"
"Okay this stops now!" Althea shouted at the Triplets.
"But we haven't gotten their underwear yet," Brittany said simply as both boys ran from the snapping claws below them. That was the moment Lance let loose a tremor. "On the other hand we can get them some other time."
"Your sisters are so weird," Wanda groaned at Althea.
"Yeah but you gotta admit they have some pretty good ideas," Tabitha smirked at the sight.
Lance let loose another tremor that shook the building. "Lance knock it off!" Kitty snapped. "You wanna bring the whole place down on us?"
"Sorry," Lance muttered, powering down.
"Look to you this may be just another building to destroy but I don't want you hurting Kitty okay?" Peter snapped.
"You're way out of line Tin Man!" Lance snapped.
"Here we go again," Jean sighed.
"Oh let 'em fight," Tabitha waved as the boys started to attack each other. "This is very entertaining."
"Okay all the data's in the computer," Forge announced. "And the results should be coming up any minute now. Ah its ready." He took out a paper.
"So what's the verdict?" Todd asked.
"Well," Forge read the notes. "Both guys have great genetic potential, similar chances of compatibility with Kitty and incompatibility. In other words both Lance and Peter are dead even."
"They're gonna be dead period if this keeps up!" Scott moaned.
"So in other words the final choice is up to Kitty!" Rogue grumbled. "Well that was a waste of time!"
"Well I wouldn't say that," Tabitha grinned as she watched the boys fight in their underwear.
"Kitty's mine!" Peter shouted.
"No mine!" Lance shouted.
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
"I can't stand it!" Kitty groaned. "Hey Trinity! You got any more of those electric shocks!"
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