A/N- A Christmas fic, but I might have it go a little beyond
that, into the new year. I won't be saying what the year is,
because none of us really wants Evo to grow up. Uhm. Mostly BH
but there will be quite a few appearances from the X-men.I have
no real idea what the plot is/will be. I'm basically writing it
in an (most likely futile) attempt to kick-start my dormant muse
who wishes to stay in its warm bed and sleep forever (we've all
had those days.). Also so that some people who don't like other
people-that-make-accounts-and-never-do-anything-with-them will
be appeased. Timeline is before Apocalypse, season three, along
the Days of _____ and Mainstream and suchlike. Pietro went over
to Magneto's side, Wanda's memory was erased, Kitty broke up
with Lance or whatever that was, etc. INDEED. On with the story.
Disclaimer- X-Men Evolution does NOT belong to me, but I, like so many others, wish it was so I could insert all my nefarious plots into it. And make it so that Lance's stupid rock puns do not exist.
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Lance had been sleeping. He had gotten himself a new job, seeing that Magneto sure as hell could not have been giving them any money, as Mystique had. Unfortunately for him, he had a night shift, and therefore, sleep had become a valuable thing that he could not afford to give up, and he needed all he could get.
But now, at this unholy hour, about seven in the morning, he found himself awake. Largely owing to the fact that Todd had jumped, and was now sitting on his stomach.
Partially winded, he managed to choke out, "Todd, what in the name of hell are you doing?"
Todd jumped back onto the floor, to Lance's relief. "Just look outside! It's snowing, yo! It's Christmas!" With that, the dirty blonde boy threw a newspaper-wrapped package straight into Lance's face. Its wrappings fell apart promptly as it hit his face.
"Ow, Toad-"
The younger boy was too busy leaping excitedly around the room to notice. Rubbing his face and sighing, Lance caused a tiny tremor, just enough to move the floor, to shake the room. Todd miscalculated the moving floor and fell onto the floor in a heap.
"Ow!"
Lance smiled slightly and shook his head. "Toad, Christmas is four days away. Just because it's snowing doesn't mean its Christmas. "
"Aw, shit." The frog mutant groaned. He eyed the clump of newspaper in Lance's hands. "Oh well, seeing's you already opened that, consider it my early Christmas present, yo. It ain't nothing much, but hey, 'least I didn't steal it."
"Did you steal the money to buy it?"
Todd rolled his eyes impatiently. "Just open it, man."
"Shouldn't I wait, you can rewrap it or whatever-"
"Stop stalling, Lance!"
With a sigh of defeat, the dark-haired teen complied and began the process of working the messily taped package open. Shredded newspaper torn away, the package revealed itself as an old worn scarf.
"Hey, uhm, thanks-" Lance was not good at all with thanks or any kind of gratitude towards another person. Not that in his years before the Brotherhood he had actually had anything to thank someone for.
"Not at all," said Todd with an evil grin. "I hear you got Pietro this year."
Lance groaned.
On the first Christmas with the newly assembled Brotherhood, it had been decreed that because of the low income they had, each person would randomly pick a name (written on a slip of paper mixed up with the others' in Lance's helmet, no less) and they would have to give a present to the person whose name belonged to the name on the slip of paper that they had drawn out.
And it just so happened that Lance had HAD pick Pietro's name.
Lance scowled. He had been on reasonably good terms with Pietro, until the day the Pietro had betrayed the Brotherhood and had ran away to his daddy, to come back, still hiding behind Magneto, to order the others around. As if they were required to cater to his every whim. Though they had finally gone to Wanda to ask them for help (a huge blow to Lance's ego that he would never forgive Pietro for putting him through), Lance still wanted to strangle him.
And now he was stuck with having to give Pietro a fucking present.
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A/N- Yeah. To be continued. Sorry for the short first chapter, but I am lazy and I have homework. R&R if you want to.I don't go begging people for reviews, but if you do then be constructive. I can accept flames, but you know us first time writers. We have fragile egos. Good ideas for plots will be considered. I hope I didn't make Lance or Toad too OOC or anything. There will be more angst. Count on it. Since I'm somewhat a newbie to FF.net. What does canon mean? Cannon, canon? Thanks to anyone who answers this. What a stupid title this fic has. It means "not originally unique(which is what this fic is.)" I think that's what it means at least. Latin. Also having trouble with all the HTML tags and whatnot.Oh well.
Toodles.
Disclaimer- X-Men Evolution does NOT belong to me, but I, like so many others, wish it was so I could insert all my nefarious plots into it. And make it so that Lance's stupid rock puns do not exist.
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Lance had been sleeping. He had gotten himself a new job, seeing that Magneto sure as hell could not have been giving them any money, as Mystique had. Unfortunately for him, he had a night shift, and therefore, sleep had become a valuable thing that he could not afford to give up, and he needed all he could get.
But now, at this unholy hour, about seven in the morning, he found himself awake. Largely owing to the fact that Todd had jumped, and was now sitting on his stomach.
Partially winded, he managed to choke out, "Todd, what in the name of hell are you doing?"
Todd jumped back onto the floor, to Lance's relief. "Just look outside! It's snowing, yo! It's Christmas!" With that, the dirty blonde boy threw a newspaper-wrapped package straight into Lance's face. Its wrappings fell apart promptly as it hit his face.
"Ow, Toad-"
The younger boy was too busy leaping excitedly around the room to notice. Rubbing his face and sighing, Lance caused a tiny tremor, just enough to move the floor, to shake the room. Todd miscalculated the moving floor and fell onto the floor in a heap.
"Ow!"
Lance smiled slightly and shook his head. "Toad, Christmas is four days away. Just because it's snowing doesn't mean its Christmas. "
"Aw, shit." The frog mutant groaned. He eyed the clump of newspaper in Lance's hands. "Oh well, seeing's you already opened that, consider it my early Christmas present, yo. It ain't nothing much, but hey, 'least I didn't steal it."
"Did you steal the money to buy it?"
Todd rolled his eyes impatiently. "Just open it, man."
"Shouldn't I wait, you can rewrap it or whatever-"
"Stop stalling, Lance!"
With a sigh of defeat, the dark-haired teen complied and began the process of working the messily taped package open. Shredded newspaper torn away, the package revealed itself as an old worn scarf.
"Hey, uhm, thanks-" Lance was not good at all with thanks or any kind of gratitude towards another person. Not that in his years before the Brotherhood he had actually had anything to thank someone for.
"Not at all," said Todd with an evil grin. "I hear you got Pietro this year."
Lance groaned.
On the first Christmas with the newly assembled Brotherhood, it had been decreed that because of the low income they had, each person would randomly pick a name (written on a slip of paper mixed up with the others' in Lance's helmet, no less) and they would have to give a present to the person whose name belonged to the name on the slip of paper that they had drawn out.
And it just so happened that Lance had HAD pick Pietro's name.
Lance scowled. He had been on reasonably good terms with Pietro, until the day the Pietro had betrayed the Brotherhood and had ran away to his daddy, to come back, still hiding behind Magneto, to order the others around. As if they were required to cater to his every whim. Though they had finally gone to Wanda to ask them for help (a huge blow to Lance's ego that he would never forgive Pietro for putting him through), Lance still wanted to strangle him.
And now he was stuck with having to give Pietro a fucking present.
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A/N- Yeah. To be continued. Sorry for the short first chapter, but I am lazy and I have homework. R&R if you want to.I don't go begging people for reviews, but if you do then be constructive. I can accept flames, but you know us first time writers. We have fragile egos. Good ideas for plots will be considered. I hope I didn't make Lance or Toad too OOC or anything. There will be more angst. Count on it. Since I'm somewhat a newbie to FF.net. What does canon mean? Cannon, canon? Thanks to anyone who answers this. What a stupid title this fic has. It means "not originally unique(which is what this fic is.)" I think that's what it means at least. Latin. Also having trouble with all the HTML tags and whatnot.Oh well.
Toodles.