A Misfit Christmas

Hey there, Misfit fans! L1701E here! Guess what, the Misfits are celebrating Christmas! Now I know you are wondering what happened to "A Misfit Halloween." I'm going to work on that, too. I'm just a little low on ideas to continue it, that's all. Anyway, I hope you like this story.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to either me, Marvel Comics, Red Witch, or Hasbro Toys. And here's a quote for you: "Where are my pants?!" Michael J. Fox as Marty McFly, Back to the Future.

Chapter 1: Reunion!

The Pit

"It should go over here!" Leatherneck shouted at Wetsuit, holding up a Christmas poster against a wall of a cafeteria.

"No, it should go over here!" Wetsuit shouted, moving the poster.

"No, here!" Leatherneck moved it back.

"Here!"

"Here!"

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"HERE!"

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"THAT'S IT!!" The two Joes started brawling. From the tables, several Joes watched and groaned.

"There they go again." Lina Chakram groaned. The Misfits' medic, Lina was codenamed Dragonfly. Her X-Gene gave her an insect-like appearance, was well as gave her the ability to spit strong silk that also had healing properties.

"Wow." Jake Wildfire said, checking his watch. "That's a first. They decided to not argue this morning." The Boston-born mutant chuckled. A red-headed heir to a professional wrestling dynasty, Jake Wildfire had a dragon-based mutation. He could fly and spit flames, and could transform into a super-powerful dragon. He was one of Lina's best friends. Ironically, Jake's little brother Kyle, who served on the West Coast Misfit team, thought of Lina's dislike of fighting as a sign of cowardice, and he thought of her as a liability. "Are you getting any gifts for any of the West Coast guys?"

"I'm getting your brother a box full of the biggest needles I can find." Lina smirked. Jake laughed.

"Oh, he'll love that." Jake laughed. "He'll also love the present Fred is sending him: A moldy ham."

"Fits Kyle to a tee." Lina smiled. "No offense, Jake."

"None taken." Jake shrugged. "Besides, he does have a big mouth. He's just like his Uncle George." Jake smirked. "Uncle George hated doctors. Served in the Army. He thought of medics as cowards' work."

"Medics are not cowards, Jake. I've risked my life. Several Joes owe me their lives."

"Tell that to Snow Job. He's scared of you." Jake laughed.

"Hey, guys." Angelica joined the two. Angelica Jones was a poor girl who developed the ability to generate microwave energy.

"Hey there." Jake waved from his sandwich and baked beans. "Man, Roadblock makes some great Boston Baked Beans. They're just like he was born and raised in Boston."

"Not bad for a guy from Mississippi." Angelica joked. "I don't know if it's a good idea to feed the Joes baked beans."

"I think we'll be fine as long as Fred doesn't have any." Jake shrugged.

"Uh oh." Angelica noticed Tripwire walk up to the counter. She leapt up. "EVERYONE RUN!!!!" Everyone raced out of the cafeteria like it was on fire. The Pit was getting decorated for Christmas. As the three Misfits raced by, another member noticed.

"Oh brother. Tripwire must be at it again." Lance Alvers grumbled. From Illinois, Lance was a geokinetic. Due to genetic damage he suffered at the hands of Magneto while a member of the Brotherhood, Lance's powers are constantly fluxing. It's believed he may become extremely powerful with his Earth-based powers. However, as a side effect, Lance tended to have seizures sometimes that caused him temporary amnesia, and hallucinations.

"Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas, Lance!" A familiar voice echoed in Lance's head.

"Oh God no…" Lance moaned. The Coyote appeared before Lance, wearing a Santa hat. "Why are you here?!"

"I came to wish you a Merry Christmas!" Coyote laughed. "Friends wish each other a Merry Christmas, you know."

"We're not friends. Especially with that voice." Lance grumbled, walking away. Coyote blinked.

"Oh, come on!" Coyote whined. "I'm your spirit guide. Let me guide you!"

"Everyone thinks I'm crazy because of you!" Lance snapped. "You're a stupid hallucination!"

"Shows how much you know." Coyote sniffed. "I'm not just some child's imaginary friend, you know."

"You're right about that!" Lance snapped. "You are just some stupid side-effect of genetic damage done to me!" Unbeknownst to Lance, Bulldog was watching with concern. As far as the Englishman could tell, Lance was talking to thin air.

He's gone bloody mad. Bulldog shook his head sadly and walked away, Davey Boy behind him.

"That's what they all say." Coyote rolled his eyes with a smirk. Lance huffed and stomped off. "You have no Christmas spirit!"

"You have a talent for taking it out of me, so bah humbug to you!" Lance snapped. The geo-kinetic stomped around the corner with a grumble. He noticed Paul sitting on a pile of crates, playing Game Boy. He also had on a purple Santa hat. "Hey there, Starchild."

"Hey, dude!" Paul grinned. "What's up? Man, this is going to be one great Christmas. What do you want for Christmas?"

"Me?" Lance shrugged. "Just a break from these lunatics. What about you?"

"Me?" Paul thought about it. "Just a great Christmas with my friends and family." Paul burst out laughing happily. "And the new Mario game." Lance chuckled.

"Figures." Lance shook his head with a smile. "See you around."

"Hey Lance…" Paul asked. "I have a question. Some of the others, especially Pietro, say you have an imaginary friend." Lance rolled his eyes.

"Don't believe everything Chief Quick-Mouth tells you, Paul. I hallucinate sometimes. It's a side effect of my…condition." Lance shrugged. "I've learned to live with it. I take medication for it. Doesn't stop all of it, but it does make it bearable." Lance sighed. "The one I get the most is this Coyote with Pietro's voice. Claims he's my spirit guide. I first saw the Coyote during a vision quest Spirit took me on." Paul thought about it.

"You know Lance…" Paul blinked. "Call me crazy, but I think this Coyote may not be just some figment of your imagination."

"Come again?"

"Have you ever thought about the possibility that this Coyote may be a real spirit? Many Native Americans believe that animals exist as spirits, and occasionally, a spirit helps a person find their purpose." Paul responded. Lance thought about it for a second, then snorted.

"No offense Starchild, but I find it a little hard to believe." Lance snorted. "Why would a Native American spirit be interested in me?" Paul shrugged.

"That's for the spirit to know, and for you to figure out." Paul grinned. Lance groaned.

"I'm going to go get some of that non-alcoholic eggnog. It's pretty good. Want to go get some?" Lance wondered. Paul grinned.

"Sure, why not?"

Well, well, well! Looks like Lance started off Christmas well. What insanity will happen next? Why is the Coyote visiting Lance? Could Paul have a point? And will Fred get baked beans? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!