Okay boys and girls, in my opinion, the Evo writers mad a lot of the
brother hood guys not that bad. So here is my take on a Lancitty fic, also
it is Tonda (is that the way you say Todd/Wanda?) oh BTY, it is rated PG-
13 for later chap.s
A Man of Uncommon Character
Chap 1: A Sacrifice on the Altar of Dignity
Lance Alvers went over the numbers again but they hadn't changed, "Damnit," he said sending a minor tremor through the area. He was about to try and calculate it again when Wanda, who had watched the small display stepped up.
"What's the prob Rocky?" She asked looking at the notebook spread in front of him.
"Well you see," he explained pointing to the notebooks, "this number here is what Magneto is giving us to live off of," she nodded, "and this number her is what we spend on the essentials; groceries, water, heat, gas, etc."
"Oh," she said, realizing that the second number was fairly larger than the first. "so what are we going to do about it?"
"We?" Lance said with a laugh, "I hope you aren't referring to your brother, because as far as he is concerned, we can all rot. After we buy groceries, he takes whatever is left over and keeps it. I am going to have to get a job."
"Why you?" asked the Scarlet Witch.
"Because Toad is too young, no one in their right mind would hire Blob, and do you really think Pietro would get one?"
"Good point," she said.
"I'll make you a deal," Lance said turning to her, "I will work full time, if you get yourself, Todd, and Freddy off to school."
"What school? You guys were expelled and I am not enrolled."
"That is my first stop on my errands today, second is the job."
"What do you mean? Who would you talk to who could get the bozos back into school?"
"I only know one man with that kind of influence. But I don't know if he will help us." With that Lance packed up the notebooks and headed for the door.
In less than ten minutes he was at the gates to the stately Xavier Institute. He knew he would hate himself in the morning for this, but he could think of know one else with enough influence to get he trio back into school. He leaned out of his jeep window and was about to push the page button, when it crackled to life, "Come on in Mr. Alvers. The professor is expecting you."
Lance was certain that telepaths planned things like that just to creep people out, but he continued up the drive. He parked at the front of the circle and admired the recently rebuilt mansion. He entered and found it to be exactly the same as when he had stayed there, thus he knew exactly how to get to Xavier's study. He was aware of the stares and whispers he was drawing as he walked through the corridors. No one dared approach him until he was right outside the study, then Summers had to step in.
"What are you doing here, rock-tumbler?" said the boy from behind the red glasses. Lance would have loved to go one on one with Summers but he didn't have the time.
"Move Slim, I'm here to talk to baldy." Lance said as he stepped right into Scott's face.
"I am not moving until. . ." but Scott never got a chance to complete his sentence as Wolverine chose that moment to come out of the study and growl, "move it Cykes, Rocky doesn't want to keep the professor waiting."
Summers moved out of Lance's way, dumbstruck. Lance didn't stay around to gloat, he needed to appear as mature as possible for the world's greatest telepath. Lance entered the quiet room that the wheelchair bound man obviously kept as a sanctuary from the insanity that must come from dealing with this many teenagers. Xavier motioned to a chair across from himself for Lance to sit in. he sat and Xavier smiled his deep omnipotent smile that only he could manage to do without looking conceited. "Was there something you wanted to ask me Mr. Alvers?" Xavier asked finally.
"Yes, um.,.,., this is going to sound like a rather odd request coming from me, but.,.,., well do you think you might be able to use your influence to get Todd, Wanda and Fred re-enrolled?"
"You doubt my charity too much Mr. Alvers," said Xavier as he read Lances doubts of Xavier's willingness, "To further a child's education I would gladly pay, but to massage a few egos is simple. But what about yourself, wont you be leading by example?"
"You're asking questions to which you already know the answer, but I'll answer any way," Lance said with a smile. He appreciated the telepath allowing this conversation to happen. "I am not leading anything, technically Pietro is in charge, and woe be to anyone who challenges. And no I shall not be returning to school, I need to supplement our income. Magneto doesn't pay as well as you."
"I would be more than happy to donate. . ." but Lance cut the professor off, "No thank you. I would be honorably indebted to you for getting my comrades back into school, but I don't want to be financially indebted to you. Beside, I want us to stand on our own two feet, so to speak."
"Lance, you have your wish. Before you go though I would like to share a secret with you," Prof. X said.
"If it is of tactical advantage I will share it with the Brotherhood, and possibly the Acolytes."
"It is not of that nature. The secret is this Mr. Alvers; I do not need my telepathy to see what you are. Do know what you are Mr. Alvers?" Lance Shrugged his shoulders, he thought of different things, most prominently the term hood, but Xavier shook his head, "You are a man of uncommon character. I have known only two other men of such character. Both of them are now in my employ. Both of them did you see outside my study door. You have something incredible inside you Mr. Alvers, and one day the world will see you as I do."
Lance would have cried or thanked the professor for the kind words, were it not for his damned pride. Lance nodded to the professor and left. The X-men lined the hall way as he left, most were tensed waiting for him to strike, but he saw one face that almost brought tears to his eyes, but he choked them back. Not even the woman he loved could be allowed to shatter him. His choice between Pryde and pride was difficult, but he decided that he could work on Pryde another day.
Back in the study Ororo Munroe sat with Professor Xavier. The Professor watched Lance leave and said to her, "I wonder if Erik knows he will never win with that one. His love will never allow him to be who Erik wants him to be."
Storm looked back at her mentor uncertainly, "You put more faith in him than the rest of us."
"Faith is what sees us all safely home my dear," Xavier said simply as if it were a full explanation, "now could you please hand me the phone book. It seems Wendy's is the one local restaurant that Mr. Wagner hasn't memorized the phone number for."
Lances Jeep bounced along the road away from the Mansion and into town. Lance knew that with his record, he could never get much of job. That was why he was headed to his location. He pulled into a small trip mall that all the locals knew as the "Promenade". In it was an Albertson's, a Blockbuster, a Subway, and Lance's target, a Wendy's. He had put on the nicest clothe he owned, which simply meant that they hand no holes or tears. When he walked in, he grabbed an application and started to fill it out. However, before he could finish a large middle-eastern man in a hideous polo walked out and asked him, "Excuse me, are you Lance Alvers?"
"Yeah, uh I mean yes sir. Why?" Lance was confused. How did this guy know who he was? No one he knew came here. He hoped that no one he knew worked here. And no one knew he was coming. But the large man, whose nametag read "Atif" Sat down.
"I have been expecting you. Some one called and said that a young man fitting your description would come in and apply for a job. The man gave you very high praise, and considering the source I am very willing to believe him."
"Could you tell me who?" Lance asked, but he already had a feeling.
"He wanted to remain anonymous, but as I said he spoke very highly of you, he called you 'A man of uncommon character.'"
"Xavier," Lance muttered under his breath.
"Your friend gave me all your information over the phone, so you don't need to fill out that one." Lance looked at the sheet Atif was now holding up. It was a completed resume, complete with Lance's SSN, his criminal history (which he was sorry to note was complete) with his personal references. It was personal references that surprised lance more than anything. Listed were Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, and Moira McTaggart. Lance didn't even know the third woman, but he was sure that Xavier would get him a glowing recommendation from any of them. "You can watch the videos today, and tomorrow, and we will start you on Sunday."
"So I have the job?" Lance asked his confusion returning.
"Yes, it is minimum wage, but you can advance to management eventually."
"I just have to call home and let my friends know I will be late today." He started rummaging through his pockets for his change but Atif told him to use the phone in the break room. Lance was ecstatic.
The next two days went by in a blur. Before he knew it, Lance was standing behind the register in his own hideous polo. Much to his dismay the news of his job had spread. So the fifth time he said, "Welcome to Wendy's. How may I help you?" it was immediately followed by the laughter of his teammates. Todd held his sides, Fred was doubled over sucking in oxygen between bouts of hilarity, Wanda had tears in her eyes from the laughter, and Pietro was literally rolling on the floor laughing.
The twelfth time he uttered the phrase it was welcomed with more laughter from Scott, Jean, Rouge, Kurt, and Bobby Drake. Lance was starting to wonder if this job was really worth it. But then when he saw who he was supposed to utter it to for the thirteenth time, he held his breath. Kitty.
"Um, I'd like a Deluxe Double Stack, a small fry, and um, a medium Coke." Lance keyed in the order easily (It turned out he was actually a pretty quick learner) but before he could give her her total she added, "And um, well Wanda told me why you're doing this. And well I think that what you're doing is really mature." Lance's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Just then the Manager of the day walked by and Lance shook himself out, expecting to get reprimanded. But all Dao said was, "Hey Lance, I think its time for your lunch break, go a head and take forty I'll cover register."
Lance knew, as Dao did, that he had taken his lunch, which was only supposed to be thirty minutes, two hours ago. He smiled and thanked her. He then keyed in another order for himself, and handed Dao his money. He walked over to Kitty who was sitting down in the dining room, and invited her to eat with him out in the sun. as the twain walked arm in arm out the door, Lance thought to himself, "Maybe there are advantages to a sacrifice on the alter of dignity"
Well?! What do you think? It goes on for quite some time, this is only the beginning. Please R/R
A Man of Uncommon Character
Chap 1: A Sacrifice on the Altar of Dignity
Lance Alvers went over the numbers again but they hadn't changed, "Damnit," he said sending a minor tremor through the area. He was about to try and calculate it again when Wanda, who had watched the small display stepped up.
"What's the prob Rocky?" She asked looking at the notebook spread in front of him.
"Well you see," he explained pointing to the notebooks, "this number here is what Magneto is giving us to live off of," she nodded, "and this number her is what we spend on the essentials; groceries, water, heat, gas, etc."
"Oh," she said, realizing that the second number was fairly larger than the first. "so what are we going to do about it?"
"We?" Lance said with a laugh, "I hope you aren't referring to your brother, because as far as he is concerned, we can all rot. After we buy groceries, he takes whatever is left over and keeps it. I am going to have to get a job."
"Why you?" asked the Scarlet Witch.
"Because Toad is too young, no one in their right mind would hire Blob, and do you really think Pietro would get one?"
"Good point," she said.
"I'll make you a deal," Lance said turning to her, "I will work full time, if you get yourself, Todd, and Freddy off to school."
"What school? You guys were expelled and I am not enrolled."
"That is my first stop on my errands today, second is the job."
"What do you mean? Who would you talk to who could get the bozos back into school?"
"I only know one man with that kind of influence. But I don't know if he will help us." With that Lance packed up the notebooks and headed for the door.
In less than ten minutes he was at the gates to the stately Xavier Institute. He knew he would hate himself in the morning for this, but he could think of know one else with enough influence to get he trio back into school. He leaned out of his jeep window and was about to push the page button, when it crackled to life, "Come on in Mr. Alvers. The professor is expecting you."
Lance was certain that telepaths planned things like that just to creep people out, but he continued up the drive. He parked at the front of the circle and admired the recently rebuilt mansion. He entered and found it to be exactly the same as when he had stayed there, thus he knew exactly how to get to Xavier's study. He was aware of the stares and whispers he was drawing as he walked through the corridors. No one dared approach him until he was right outside the study, then Summers had to step in.
"What are you doing here, rock-tumbler?" said the boy from behind the red glasses. Lance would have loved to go one on one with Summers but he didn't have the time.
"Move Slim, I'm here to talk to baldy." Lance said as he stepped right into Scott's face.
"I am not moving until. . ." but Scott never got a chance to complete his sentence as Wolverine chose that moment to come out of the study and growl, "move it Cykes, Rocky doesn't want to keep the professor waiting."
Summers moved out of Lance's way, dumbstruck. Lance didn't stay around to gloat, he needed to appear as mature as possible for the world's greatest telepath. Lance entered the quiet room that the wheelchair bound man obviously kept as a sanctuary from the insanity that must come from dealing with this many teenagers. Xavier motioned to a chair across from himself for Lance to sit in. he sat and Xavier smiled his deep omnipotent smile that only he could manage to do without looking conceited. "Was there something you wanted to ask me Mr. Alvers?" Xavier asked finally.
"Yes, um.,.,., this is going to sound like a rather odd request coming from me, but.,.,., well do you think you might be able to use your influence to get Todd, Wanda and Fred re-enrolled?"
"You doubt my charity too much Mr. Alvers," said Xavier as he read Lances doubts of Xavier's willingness, "To further a child's education I would gladly pay, but to massage a few egos is simple. But what about yourself, wont you be leading by example?"
"You're asking questions to which you already know the answer, but I'll answer any way," Lance said with a smile. He appreciated the telepath allowing this conversation to happen. "I am not leading anything, technically Pietro is in charge, and woe be to anyone who challenges. And no I shall not be returning to school, I need to supplement our income. Magneto doesn't pay as well as you."
"I would be more than happy to donate. . ." but Lance cut the professor off, "No thank you. I would be honorably indebted to you for getting my comrades back into school, but I don't want to be financially indebted to you. Beside, I want us to stand on our own two feet, so to speak."
"Lance, you have your wish. Before you go though I would like to share a secret with you," Prof. X said.
"If it is of tactical advantage I will share it with the Brotherhood, and possibly the Acolytes."
"It is not of that nature. The secret is this Mr. Alvers; I do not need my telepathy to see what you are. Do know what you are Mr. Alvers?" Lance Shrugged his shoulders, he thought of different things, most prominently the term hood, but Xavier shook his head, "You are a man of uncommon character. I have known only two other men of such character. Both of them are now in my employ. Both of them did you see outside my study door. You have something incredible inside you Mr. Alvers, and one day the world will see you as I do."
Lance would have cried or thanked the professor for the kind words, were it not for his damned pride. Lance nodded to the professor and left. The X-men lined the hall way as he left, most were tensed waiting for him to strike, but he saw one face that almost brought tears to his eyes, but he choked them back. Not even the woman he loved could be allowed to shatter him. His choice between Pryde and pride was difficult, but he decided that he could work on Pryde another day.
Back in the study Ororo Munroe sat with Professor Xavier. The Professor watched Lance leave and said to her, "I wonder if Erik knows he will never win with that one. His love will never allow him to be who Erik wants him to be."
Storm looked back at her mentor uncertainly, "You put more faith in him than the rest of us."
"Faith is what sees us all safely home my dear," Xavier said simply as if it were a full explanation, "now could you please hand me the phone book. It seems Wendy's is the one local restaurant that Mr. Wagner hasn't memorized the phone number for."
Lances Jeep bounced along the road away from the Mansion and into town. Lance knew that with his record, he could never get much of job. That was why he was headed to his location. He pulled into a small trip mall that all the locals knew as the "Promenade". In it was an Albertson's, a Blockbuster, a Subway, and Lance's target, a Wendy's. He had put on the nicest clothe he owned, which simply meant that they hand no holes or tears. When he walked in, he grabbed an application and started to fill it out. However, before he could finish a large middle-eastern man in a hideous polo walked out and asked him, "Excuse me, are you Lance Alvers?"
"Yeah, uh I mean yes sir. Why?" Lance was confused. How did this guy know who he was? No one he knew came here. He hoped that no one he knew worked here. And no one knew he was coming. But the large man, whose nametag read "Atif" Sat down.
"I have been expecting you. Some one called and said that a young man fitting your description would come in and apply for a job. The man gave you very high praise, and considering the source I am very willing to believe him."
"Could you tell me who?" Lance asked, but he already had a feeling.
"He wanted to remain anonymous, but as I said he spoke very highly of you, he called you 'A man of uncommon character.'"
"Xavier," Lance muttered under his breath.
"Your friend gave me all your information over the phone, so you don't need to fill out that one." Lance looked at the sheet Atif was now holding up. It was a completed resume, complete with Lance's SSN, his criminal history (which he was sorry to note was complete) with his personal references. It was personal references that surprised lance more than anything. Listed were Charles Xavier, Ororo Munroe, and Moira McTaggart. Lance didn't even know the third woman, but he was sure that Xavier would get him a glowing recommendation from any of them. "You can watch the videos today, and tomorrow, and we will start you on Sunday."
"So I have the job?" Lance asked his confusion returning.
"Yes, it is minimum wage, but you can advance to management eventually."
"I just have to call home and let my friends know I will be late today." He started rummaging through his pockets for his change but Atif told him to use the phone in the break room. Lance was ecstatic.
The next two days went by in a blur. Before he knew it, Lance was standing behind the register in his own hideous polo. Much to his dismay the news of his job had spread. So the fifth time he said, "Welcome to Wendy's. How may I help you?" it was immediately followed by the laughter of his teammates. Todd held his sides, Fred was doubled over sucking in oxygen between bouts of hilarity, Wanda had tears in her eyes from the laughter, and Pietro was literally rolling on the floor laughing.
The twelfth time he uttered the phrase it was welcomed with more laughter from Scott, Jean, Rouge, Kurt, and Bobby Drake. Lance was starting to wonder if this job was really worth it. But then when he saw who he was supposed to utter it to for the thirteenth time, he held his breath. Kitty.
"Um, I'd like a Deluxe Double Stack, a small fry, and um, a medium Coke." Lance keyed in the order easily (It turned out he was actually a pretty quick learner) but before he could give her her total she added, "And um, well Wanda told me why you're doing this. And well I think that what you're doing is really mature." Lance's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Just then the Manager of the day walked by and Lance shook himself out, expecting to get reprimanded. But all Dao said was, "Hey Lance, I think its time for your lunch break, go a head and take forty I'll cover register."
Lance knew, as Dao did, that he had taken his lunch, which was only supposed to be thirty minutes, two hours ago. He smiled and thanked her. He then keyed in another order for himself, and handed Dao his money. He walked over to Kitty who was sitting down in the dining room, and invited her to eat with him out in the sun. as the twain walked arm in arm out the door, Lance thought to himself, "Maybe there are advantages to a sacrifice on the alter of dignity"
Well?! What do you think? It goes on for quite some time, this is only the beginning. Please R/R