Therapy, Disaster and X-men

Disclaimer: Same as before. I do not own the lyrics to La Bamba either. I also borrowed an idea from one of Red Witch's General Meeting fics.

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As Bilby walked into Psyche Out's office the next day he could hear music blaring out of it. He peeked inside and could see a Hispanic man with an MP Armband with a blonde haired fellow in a green uniform. He figured the blonde fellow was Psyche Out since the Hispanic guy, Law, had broken up his fist fight with Beach Head yesterday.

Law had an acoustic guitar and Psyche Out was behind the drum set. They were singing off key, "Para bailar la bamba. Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia. Una poca de gracia y otra cosita. Y arriba y arriba.Y arriba y arriba y arriba ire. Yo no soy marinero. Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere. Por ti sere, por ti sere."

"Bamba, bamba, bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba." Law was the lead singer in this guitar/drum duet.

"Come inside," Psyche Out said, "We could use another guitar."

"Sure mate." Bilby replied and got the electric guitar that Psyche Out had set up.

Bilby picked up the beat as Law kept on singing, "Para bailar la bamba. Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia. Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti. Ay y arriba y arriba. Y arriba y arriba y arriba ire. Yo no soy marinero. Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan. Soy capitan, soy capitan."

"Bamba, bamba, bamba, bamba. Bamba, bamba. Bamba." Law and Psyche Out continued with Bilby doing the guitar solos.

"Thank you Psyche Out." Law said.

"Oh no, the pleasure was all mine." Psyche Out replied, "We should do this again sometimes. Don't worry about Order being the father of Snakeyes' dog's puppies."

"I'm not now. I'm a little miffed that I'm a grandfather suddenly." Law replied, "But I'll get over it."

"Keep out of trouble next time my friend." Law said, "It's a good thing I witnessed Beach Head being a jerk and didn't have to extract statements from you two in the brig."

"Gotcha, and next time you hold one of these little jam sessions, let me know." Bilby replied.

"You seemed to enjoy the jam session. You must've enjoyed it even more with the guys from your old 3 Troop." Psyche Out replied.

Bilby looked surprised as Psyche Out continued, "It hasn't quite been the same without them, has it. Even though you can be tough to get along with, they accepted you as a brother, the surrogate family you had been seeking since your family were killed."

"I remember a couple of the guys, Shades and Mario." Bilby said, "We used to play that all the time. Hell, even if Captain Claremont came into the barracks to shut us up, which was extremely rare, we'd just ask him if he had any song requests."

"Tell me about Shades and Mario. Judging from what you said, they must've been good friends of yours." Psyche Out replied.

"Shades, he was Specialist Grover Kiley, he was a Southern California kid with the standard '80s haircut. We called him shades because he wore sunglasses all the time just for the hell of it. Sergeant Mario Juarez was a fellow from San Jose, Costa Rica, with a surfer flattop. He was one hell of a lead singer who could've given Enrique Iglesias a run for his money. Mario, Shades, and I were part of a three man sniper team in my old troop."

"Were either of them on the Titan mission?" Psyche Out asked.

"No. But a good friend of ours was. Corporal Wallace "Wally" Mertens, from Los Angeles, California, he was our medic who originally came from the 82nd Airborne Division." Bilby replied, "I would say he had the biggest heart in the entire squadron because we had a veritable litter of stray cats behind the barracks he was always feeding them or treating them medical problems. Because he was the new guy, and very kind hearted, a lot of the more macho guys liked to mess with him. We always stood up for him. Hell Shades, Mario, and I used to split up the bill to go buy his cats their food and medical supplies while Wally tended to take care of any medical problems we had."

"What happened to him?" Psyche Out asked, he knew some details from what Cover Girl had told him, but he didn't know too much.

"He was killed trying to treat four wounded resistance fighters." Bilby asked.

Briefly Bilby's mind wandered again, he could see that shell burst that had wounded Akima had also injured at least six other people. The Heartless were already shooting people and Wally ran over, firing his CAR-15 on full auto.

"Wally, stay back!" Bilby shouted, firing single, accurate shots that killed a Heartless every time he squeezed the trigger.

The short, somewhat stubby little medic didn't care, he kept running towards the wounded, bandaging and treating their wounds. Bilby saw about five Heartless running towards Wally's position and opened fire, hitting all five of them.

He jumped over the rock and joined Wally behind a large fallen tree where he had gathered the four wounded survivors. He kept firing his long, telescopic rifle with Wally handing him his CAR-15 whenever Bilby's rifle ran out. Wally would be reloading Bilby's weapon whenever Bilby was firing the other weapon.

Suddenly one of the Heartless in the pile of corpses in front of the fallen tree threw a grenade over the tree trunk. "Bilby get down!" Wally shouted and jumped on top of it. The grenade exploded, throwing shards of metal into Wally's midsection and heart, killing him instantly. The explosion had flung Wally on his back, and Bilby looked into the pale blue eyes of the extremely compassionate medic.

Bilby kept on fighting until he heard Captain Claremont shouting to get back up the hill. "Where's Wally?" Claremont asked.

"He's mortal captain, he's mortal!" Bilby shouted, "He's dead!"

Bilby's mind wandered back to the present, "The roster of the seven guys killed was Captain Jeremy Claremont, Sergeant Unger "Sugar Ray" Murphy, Corporal Harmon "Buckaroo" Bokai, Corporal Wallace Mertens, Specialist Nicholas Poiters, Specialist Jacob Wiersbowski, and Private First Class Todd Flanagan."

"Seven guys you served with, seven guys that were practically brothers to you." Psyche Out replied, "It must've hurt to have lost them and your forbidden love all on the same day."

"Hell, even when Claremont had the rules hanging over my head, he didn't deserve to have 3 entire magazines of AK-47 rounds emptied into him." Bilby replied.

"And shooting the Heartless that did this didn't bring him back, right?" Psyche Out replied, "Granted you felt your desire for revenge slacken whenever you killed the Heartless but as soon as the operation had ended it came back, didn't it. That's why you volunteered for every single operation that the troop was involved in."

"October 25, 2002." Bilby replied, "The Feast of Crispian, a day where I will remember with advantages what feats I did that day. When I strip my sleeve and show my scars, the two cuts I got that day healed, but all my scars are inside."

"Emotional wounds very often are sometimes worse than physical wounds." Psyche Out agreed.

"Jeremy Claremont was a junior when I was a freshman, very often he protected me from those idiots that liked to mess with freshmen all the time." Bilby replied. "I can see why seeing friends that you felt close to being killed would make you desire to kill the Heartless with a single mindedness matched only by Beach Head's devotion to Sgt. Snuffles." Psyche Out replied, "It's a teddy bear that he never lets out of his sight. Beach Head destroyed the auditorium countless times whenever anyone took Sergeant Snuffles."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOLDING SERGEANT SNUFFLES!!!???" came the shout. Shipwreck was running for dear life past Psyche Out's office window while Beach Head chased him with a crowbar.

"I see." Bilby replied.

"He's just like you with that field cap of yours. You said it was a gift from your family." Psyche Out said.

"Yeah, it was a gift for me on my fourteenth birthday, the day my family was massacred by the Heartless." Bilby replied.

"Is that the reason you became a sniper, because you had to kill one at very close range with a knife." Psyche Out replied.

"It took too long, and it was so messy. I didn't care, I just wanted to seriously hurt that creature for the loss it inflicted on my family." Bilby replied.

"With each person that you cared about that the Heartless killed, the hunger for revenge grew, didn't it." Psyche Out replied, "When they took Akima from you, one of the few people in your life you feel treated you with any sort of affection outside of your family it made you even more vengeful."

Bilby blinked a tear from his eye, "What really complicated matters was the fact that romance had fate against it from the very start. If we had succeeded in driving the Heartless off, it would mean that we would erect a containment barrier around that world and Akima and I would never see each other again. If the mission failed, one or both of us would be dead."

"So when you came back from the Titan mission you vowed you wouldn't ever get close to anyone again so that the Heartless couldn't hurt you." Psyche Out concluded, "Well one thing's for sure, Bilby, pain like that doesn't go away over night, but don't you think that your to hell with all of you attitude is a cop out?"

"I'll think about it." Bilby replied.

Bilby decided to take a long walk around the base, doing some deep thinking until he walked by the airfield. He felt the tremor as he saw a large black jet parked on the runway. He also could hear explosions. He drew his sidearm immediately and switched the safety off. He crept around the edge of the jet, expecting to see a swarm of Heartless streaming onto the base.

What he saw was still more unexpected. He could see another group of teenagers duking it out with the Misfits. He could see Lance and some big fellow coated with what looked like metal around his body shouting at each other. Lance was throwing tremors while metal muscles was charging him. The tremor sent metal boy flying across the runway.

"Lance you can be such a jerk sometimes!" a female voice shouted. It belonged to a slender brunette carrying what looked like a tiny winged dragon in her arms.

"OW! Ororo, I was asking an honest question." Shipwreck moaned, rubbing his eye socket where Ororo had punched him.

"Asking me, 'Is it hot out here or is it you?' is not an honest question." Ororo replied.

"You are a weather witch aren't you?" Shipwreck asked.

"Well it's time to see why they call me Storm!" Ororo replied, calling down lightning to fry Shipwreck's butt.

"YEOWCH!!!!!!" Shipwreck yelled as a tiny black lightning spewing storm cloud chased him around, sending lightning bolts to fry his butt.

He could see Althea and Jean getting into a fairly violent shouting match with Toad and Scott respectively trying to hold them back. "Yeah I called you snobbish Ms. I'm So Popular!" Althea shouted.

"You're one to talk little miss Loudmouth!" Jean replied.

"Ohhh that's it! Todd, let go of me, I'm going to knock Ms. Popularity there into next week." Althea replied.

"Bring it on, I won't even use my powers. This fight is gonna be so easy!" Jean replied.

"Says you!" Althea said, breaking free and knocking Jean to the ground.

Bilby stood stunned, watching the spreading fight. "Meddling in people's lives? I'll show you meddling little miss royalty!" came another female shout.

"Bring it on you..you whore!" came the reply, another female voice.

"I'm insulted!" Tabitha shouted. Bilby knew who she was because the Misfit boys told him about her. The slender, dark haired girl he didn't know either. The winged baby dragon that had been with who Bilby knew had to be Kitty was flying in as well.

Tabitha threw a couple energy bombs while Amara powered up. Lockheed decided to add his own two cents in and the next thing Bilby knew he was diving for the ground when a stray bolt of fire from Lockheed struck an aviation fuel container.

"Less than five minutes on the base and their already fighting. A new record, Charles." Logan remarked.

"Why me? Why me?" said a bald fellow in a wheel chair, presumably Charles.

"ALVERS!" came the shout when Scott Summers fell into an open manhole that Lance had moved in his seismic fight against Colossus. Scott climbed out of the manhole covered with slime from the sewer.

"Well if it isn't my psychotic half sister." Rogue said.

"Bring it on you bad gothic fashion victim." Wanda replied.

"The glove's coming off!" Rogue replied.

"If you even get close enough I'll be amazed!" Wanda replied, powering up.

"OWWW! Bad Dragon! Bad Dragon!" Lance shouted as Lockheed started chasing him around the runway.

Cover Girl pulled up in a jeep with the babies and Roadblock to find Bilby staring open mouthed with his pistol drawn. "I see you've seen what happens whenever the X-men and the kids mix." Cover Girl said.

"I've never seen THAT much animosity in all my life." Bilby replied.

Roadblock, fortunately, planned for this emergency and taking a tiny brown teddy bear in a camouflage outfit from his pocket he walked to the edge of the fray and threw it in.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOLDING SERGEANT SNUFFLES!???" Came the shout.

Unfortunately, Sergeant Snuffles bounced out of the crowd and into Xavier's lap. "Oh no." Xavier moaned.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOLDING SERGEANT SNUFFLES!?!?" Beach Head shouted, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU ALL! BANZAI!!!!!!!!"

"LOGAN!" Xavier shouted as Beach Head came flying through the air and drop kicked him. Xavier rolled out of his wheel chair and across the hangar, lying face up with his tongue hanging out.

Beach Head said to the Teddy Bear, "Did they hurt you?"

Just then Logan and Jinx appeared from behind the Blackbird, Logan's face having more than a little lipstick on it, and he smelled of perfume. "Charles?" Logan asked, kneeling beside Xavier.

"Holy Brotherhood Batman, the Misfits have abducted Sergeant Snuffles." Xavier said, with glazed eyes and in a funny voice, "Time for a nap."

"Medic!" Bilby shouted. All Gamma troopers were trained in basic lifesaving techniques so Bilby ran up to Xavier and began to apply an ice pack and a compress to the place where Beach Head's boots left their mark.

He saw Captain Fetterman coming, "Sir." Bilby said.

"Corporal Bilby, are these the locals we've gotta work with to help fight the Heartless?" Fetterman asked.

"Yes sir." Bilby replied.

"It's gonna be a long, hard training schedule." Fetterman replies.

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Uh Oh? What happens when the Gamma unit goes to train the Misfits and the X-men to fight the Heartless?

Fetterman: They'd better learn to work together, they are the last hope for this dimension.

Roadblock: Oh great. We're doomed.