Modifications by Lance, Kurt and Pietro

We had silly fun with this chapter!  Even though hardly any of it is actually the actual writing of the fanfiction, the commentary is as fun as ever!  So…read on and enjoy yourself because we swear, on our father's honor, that the end is coming REALLY soon!

He ran out of the room as quickly as possible which was REALLY REALLY quickly.  Then he stopped in the doorway and looked back at the computer.  "A fanfiction about ME, eh?"

He then walked over to the computer and sat down again.  "Can't be TOO bad if I'M in it.  Maybe Jean'll die or something."

Because everything about Pietro is super fast, he was able to read the entire story in about a minute.

"That was an utterly appalling story!" he announced to the world.  "I have become dumber just because I have read it!"

He suddenly heard a voice coming from the window.  He walked over to it to see Lance at the bottom.

"Well well!" Pietro said with a smirk.

"Pietro, what are you doing in there, you traitor!" Lance demanded.

"That's none of YOUR business, Alvers!" Pietro teased.  Then he paused.  "You REALLY need to see this."

"See what?" asked Lance.

"It looks like the Professor or someone has written an X-Men Evolution fanfiction and YOU'RE in it!" Pietro said, laughing.

"WHAT?!" Lance yelled.  "Is it another one where I'm in love with Kitty or one where I rejoin the X-Men?"

"Even better!" Pietro giggled.  "You're in love with SUMMERS!"

"I'll be right up!" Lance said as he began to scale the side of the building.  It was easy because someone had put a ladder there when no one was looking so Lance didn't have a very hard time simply climbing up a ladder.

"By the way, Lance…" started Pietro as Lance entered through the window and immediately sat down at the computer.  "What were you doing here?"

"That's none of your business, Pietro." Said Lance.  "And the reason I didn't go through the door is because the quickest route between two points is a straight line."

"I didn't ask why you didn't go through the door!  I would have gone up the ladder too!" Pietro said, annoyed.  "Besides, who are YOU to tell ME what the QUICKEST way to something is?"

"Now about this fanfiction…" said Lance as he pressed Ctrl+F and typed his name into a search.  "When do I come up?"

After finding himself and reading every little aspect including him and Scott and other irritating things, Lance decided that this entire fanfiction offended him so.

"I need to fix this." Said Lance as he put his hands on the homekeys.  "I'm going to add to it and make me look better."

"There's no way you'll be able to work off of the ending that's currently there, slow-mo." Said Pietro, rolling his eyes.

"I could have myself standing behind Remy as he stabs himself or something." Said Lance.  "And then, as he is maiming himself with a knife, I'll go and do a few things to make up for all of the terrible things I've gone through in this story.  And my first action will be to kill Scott!  Just to prove that I don't love him and that I was just under a spell."

"Well, after you finish yours, I'm going to add my piece." Said Pietro.  "I deserve to more than you because my character was destroyed more than yours was."

"Fine, whatever." Said Lance as he began a-typin'.

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And then Remy killed himself. 

Meanwhile, Lance was defeating all the other males especially Scott who was killed right away in the battle for Kitty's love.  It wasn't hard for someone who could shake the world as wonderfully as he could.  No one else could shake the world contrary to popular belief.  There was definitely NOT an entire planet of people who could shake the world.  Lance was one of a kind.  Though, Lance WAS the king of that planet.

Lance didn't even have to beat all the males before Kitty had made her decision.

"I love YOU, Lance!" she said as she hugged him.  "I'm sorry I was pretending not to love you before!"

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"I thought you said that you were going to kill off Scott first." Said Pietro.  "But instead, you killed off Remy and then started fondling Kitty."

"I wasn't FONDLING her!" Lance said defensively.

"Sure you weren't." said Pietro.

"Like YOU could do any better!" said Lance.

"Actually…YEAH!" said Pietro.  "I could!  Move over, slow mo.  And I have to say that you are an INCREDIBLY slow typist!"

"What and you're any faster?!" demanded Lance but then he stopped and worked his brain cells.  "Never mind…"

"Yeah, that's right." Said Pietro, shoving Lance off the wheely chair faster than the speed of light.  "Watch a master work."

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But it turned out Pietro wasn't dead.  But he wasn't fighting for Kitty's love.  He never was.  He didn't even like her.  That's why he decided to dispose of Lance and Kitty right then.  And anyone else who was still alive.  "Well there's no point of staying here!" said Pietro.  Then he left.  He decided to run somewhere.  And he did.  He ran around the world a few times.  He didn't have anything particular to do.  So he decided to find someone to kill.  And Daniels hasn't been in the story yet.  Daniels came out of nowhere.  "I CHALLENGE YOU!!" yelled Daniels.  "Sure, slow-mo." Said Pietro.  Daniels thought he was so cool.  Just because he could attack.  But it's not like it did him any good.  Cause I'm so fast.  Daniels looked around foolishly.  I ran circles around Daniels.  "Stop running away, Pietro!" yelled Daniels.  "Who's running away?" I asked.  "You are!" Daniels yelled.  "I am not!" I said back.  "Yes you are!" said Daniels.  "No I'm not!" I said.  "You definitely are!" Daniels said.  "Can I help it that you're slow?" said Pietro.  "I am not slow!" said Evan.  "You're slower than me!" I said.  "Everyone's slower than you!" said Daniels.  "That's true." Said Pietro.  "So stop running and fight!" said Daniels.  "You're not worth my time." Said Pietro.  "Yeah right, Pietro!" yelled Daniels.  "You bore me, Daniels." Said Pietro.

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"And this story bores me too!!" yelled Pietro, slamming his hands down on the computer and standing up.

"What?!" Lance said, just getting up from when Pietro had pushed him off the chair.  "You already wrote something?!"

"Yeah and I'm SO bored." Pietro said with a yawn.

"Well then let me write some more!" said Lance, pulling his seat closer and scrolling up to see what Pietro had written.  "Pietro…you wrote absolute gibberish."

"What are you talking about?!" Pietro said, looking over Lance's shoulder.  "My writing is excellent!"

"I can't even tell who's saying what!" Lance declared.

"That's because you're a slow-mo." Said Pietro, crossing his arms.

"What does my physical speed have to do with your horrible writing?!" demanded Lance as the institute started shaking slightly.

"Who said I meant physical speed?" Pietro scoffed.  "I meant mental."

"That's it, Pietro!" said Lance, standing up and knocking his chair over.  "I'm gonna shake the world whether you like it or not!"

"Just try and hit me if you can!" said Pietro.

"I said I was gonna shake the world." Said Lance, sounding confused.

"Sorry, I had that comeback all ready and before I realized that you had said something completely out of character, I had already retorted." Pietro explained.

The two stared at each other.

"Well…I'm gonna shake the world now…" said Lance because the awkward silence was bugging him.  So he was JUST about to start shaking the world when they heard a little 'BAMF' sound effect from the other side of the room.  They turned around to see Kurt standing there with all his suitcases and a shirt on that said 'Ich Liebe Deutschland!!'

"What are you two doing here?!" Kurt yelled.

"Well what are YOU doing HERE?!" demanded Lance.

"I LIVE here!" Kurt pointed out.

"Oh right." Said Lance, looking at Pietro who shrugged.

"Well…what are you doing here?" Kurt repeated.

"I followed my fellow henchmen here to do something evil but they all left without me!" Pietro answered.  "And I don't know why Lance is here…"

"I don't either." Said Lance.

"We were just reading this HORRIBLE fanfiction that we found here." Said Pietro, walking over to the computer.

"What is it a fanfiction of?" asked Kurt, slighting intrigued.

"X-Men Evolution." Pietro replied.  "Did you write it?"

"No…" Kurt answered slowly as he approached the computer and scrolled up to the top.  After a moment of reading, he looked up at Pietro.  "This looks like a romance fanfiction between…"

"I KNOW." Said Pietro, rolling his eyes.  "It is SO not true."

"Uh-huh." Said Kurt, going back to reading.

Pretty soon, he just started scrolling down, skipping all the sappy stuff at the beginning until he finally stumbled across his name.  "What?!" he yelled.  "Me and Bobby?!  Who wrote this?!  Why is everyone going after someone else of the same gender?!  Pietro, I thought you were in love with JEAN!  Where did Remy come from?!"

"If you had READ it then you would have seen that Jean died giving birth to the child of Remy whom I thought was my own and then he and I decided to raise her together." Pietro said.

"Oh." Said Kurt.  "That is SO messed up."

"It gets worse." Said Lance.

"I'm married to Bobby?!" yelled Kurt again.

"We added to the story." Said Pietro, who was bored with Kurt reading so he just went all the way to the bottom.  Kurt didn't seem to care at all since he probably wasn't really all that interested in the horrible story anyway.

"Really?" Kurt said.  "Can I add to it?"

"Sure, WE don't care." Said Lance.

All right!" said Kurt, jumping over to the seat.

"Don't forget to put your fingers on the homekeys!" said Lance.  Pietro slapped him five.

"Ha ha." Said Kurt.  "Like I haven't heard that one before."

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"Hang on…" said Kurt, scrolling up a little bit.  "I have no idea what just happened in the story…"

"That's okay." Said Pietro, feeling impatient.  "Just add to it how you would want it.  The story makes no sense anyway."

"Well…all right!" said Kurt excitedly.  "That would be an interesting twist!"

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One day, Kurt was walking along minding his own business when all of a sudden, he was magically cured of his horrible mutant appearance!  YAAAAAAY!!  The world had long since accepted mutants but he was still happy to rid himself of being blue and fuzzy.

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"You type WAY too slow." Said Pietro.

"It's hard to type with just six fingers!" said Kurt.

"Ha!" said Lance.  "I practically have six fingers on one HAND!"

Pietro and Kurt raised an eyebrow at Lance.

"What?" Lance said.  "I have five fingers on one hand and he only has six TOTAL and I just thought…"

"Yeah, we know but that was really stupid." Said Pietro.

They sat there in silence.

"Hey…you guys wanna go on a roadtrip?" asked Kurt.

"Yeah." Said Lance with a shrug.

"Let's go!" said Pietro.  The three of them teleported out of the room.  Well, actually, Kurt teleported out, Pietro ran out at the speed of light and Lance shook the world, stood there for a minute and then climbed down the ladder downstairs to meet the others at the X-Van.

The computer sat by itself in the room, emitting a splendiferous glow.

Just then, all the New Recruits walked by.

"Hey!" said Bobby, stopping at the doorway.  "The professor left his computer on!"

"You shouldn't play with it!" said Amara.

"Yeah, the professor wouldn't be too happy if he found out." Said Sam.

"You can stay here if you want, Bobby." Said Jubilee.

"We're going to go wreak havoc somewhere!" said Ray.

"Can I come too?" asked Jamie.

"No way, you'll just get in the way!" said Roberto.

"Just let him come!" said Rahne.  And then everyone left except for Bobby.  If we missed any of the New Recruits, just assume they said something and left with the rest of the crew.

"All right!" said Bobby, rubbing his hands together and sitting down at the desk.