Inter-LOAFERS!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Misfit-Verse

MCM: About those previous questions. Read to find out, yes but writing all of them out takes exceedingly to long and The Scion of order is generally in charge of time related powers.

booyah: I was hoping to stay away from Beetlejuice in this interLOAFERs read, however you can expect one sometime in a future iL story.

Sights of the future

Wraith has returned from a rather unpleasant trip to the Verge when he noticed there was a giant wad of gum in the X-Mansion's drive way with a furry blue ape man attached to it. Wraith couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"Well this is embarrassing." Hank said in a sigh.

"Ah, don't worry. I'll get you out in a flash." Wraith said as he touched the ball of gum, it decayed almost instantly into a thick slime. "Ah, crude oil. The wonderful aftereffects of aging rubber." He said with his eyes smiling brightly.

"Yes." Hank said as he tried to pull the oil out of his hair. "Well the professor would like to speak with you, if you have a moment."

"No problem." The green ghost said as he disappeared. A few seconds later he was in the professor's office.

"Oh, Wraith. Hello, I didn't see you there." The professor said calmly. "Please sit." He motioned Wraith to a chair and Wraith sat down.

"You wanted something." Wraith said as his large blue eyes pierced Xavier's soul.

"Yes." Xavier said as he straightened. "I once fought a mutant known…" He was cut off by a new voice.

"Known as Apocalypse, a nearly all powerful mutant that was bent on destroying humanity and remaking it as a mutant race to serve him. When released from his power you received startling visions of the future, you want to know which ones are coming to play." The voice came from a tall form in the shadows.

"Astral." Wraith growled with out turning around. He disliked Astral perhaps even more that Astral disliked him.

"Relax Wraith, I'm here to answer his question, and the answer is simple. No one can know, you saw many possibilities. Already a few have made their way into your world, and some may yet. Others my never come though, so it is best not to concern yourself much with that far in the future." Astral said calmly.

"I was more concerned with the vision that involved Jean Grey, a student of mine." Xavier said as he watched the silent Scion who stayed in the shadows.

"All I can say Xavier," Wraith started "is that once the ball for that line of the future starts rolling it cannot be stopped."

"How can we prevent it?" Xavier asked with a hope growing in his voice, but the silence of the two Scions cut it down almost immediately. "No…"

"The path was started long before we came, I'm sorry." Wraith said with a downward glance. "All I can say is that to comfort you is that when we leave this office, you won't have to worry about that thought anymore."

"What?" Xavier said.

"Time is a sensitive thing as is it's knowledge. We will have never had this conversation, at least not in you mind." Astral said with a dark sigh.

"But I can help her!" Xavier argued.

"Xavier, a Suffering from Astral couldn't stop what's going to happen. The choices that she needed to make to become something else have already been made. Now you should take a nap." Wraith said as the professor feel into a deep lull.

"I despise doing this." Astral said as he came out of the shadows and touched the professor's head, replacing the thoughts of the conversation with a blank spot. "We should be able to lie when they ask us, warping their memories, it's just wrong."

"I know." Wraith said glumly. Astral looked at the Scion of Death a little confused. "Despite our disagreements Astral, we are more alike than you know, more than you'll ever know." Wraith said as he left the room.

"Right." Astral said to no one as he vanished into thin air, leaving only a solid black feather behind.


Meanwhile on the other side of the mansion Scott was busy observing one of the most unusual sights he had ever seen, and it was in no way related to a Scion. He was busy watching Rogue and Remy walk the compound hand in hand with an odd look in their eyes.

"I'm confused." He said as he walked back to the patio where Lance, Pietro, Perfection and himself were busy playing a game of poker.

"It's a thing called love, see." Perfection said as he morphed his clothes into a nineteen twenties gangster type suit.

"Yeah I know they're a couple and all, but ninety percent of time they're arguing or Rogue's slapping him." Scott said as he tried to watch the couple from the patio unsuccessfully.

"Maybe they just decided to stop arguing." Lance said as he smiled.

"Or perhaps they did the horizontal polka." Pietro snickered.

"That would most likely mean Remy's going to be your brother-in-law soon." Scott suggested as he and Lance chuckled at Pietro's distraught face.

"Good one Summers." Lance cackled lightly.

"I do have my moments." Scott said proudly.

"Call." Perfection said slyly as the conversation ended. "What do you boys have?"

"Two nines, two aces. Four of a kind." Lance said smiling.

"Damn, only a pair here." Pietro said folding his cards.

"Straight." Scott said with an evil smile as he got up to leave.

"Guys, what is it when I have all the same suite ranging from ten to ace?" Perfection said smiling. The others just glared at him as he set his cards down. "I win."

"You've been playing with Gambit haven't you?" Pietro questioned Perfection.

"Why… yes." Perfection said sarcastically.

"Well there's your answer." Lance said in a bitter tone.

Just then Jubilee came running around the corner from the front. "Guys there are some protesters at the front." She said gasping for breath.

"So?" The four guys all said at once.

"Creepy." They said again

"Stop it!" In unison once more.

"Farfignewton!" Then they all laughed as one.

"Well they threw a bunch of stuff at DM while he was mowing the lawn." Just then a bright flash came from the front of the mansion followed by DM's trade mark laughter.

"Well I think the world's just been introduced to the Scions. Welcome to an all new alternate universe!" Perfection said cheerfully.

"We're gonna die, aren't we?" Lance asked Pietro, who simply nodded his head.

"Let's go check on him." Scott said in a worried tone.

Then all five went off with a sigh to check on the randomly insane Scion of Energy. What they saw was a truly insane sight. K2 had transformed into his giant robot form and was staring down at a terrified crowd.

"You know, I could have sworn it was bigger last time." Scott said admiringly.

"That would be, because it can adapt to size… somewhat." Perfection said with a shrug. "You can stop scaring the harmless people now DM."

"I know, but it's fun and besides, they threw rotten food at the kids." He said with an evil glint on the side of his glasses.

"Oh they did, did they?" Perfection asked, eyeing the crowd a she levitated over to the fence. "All right monkeys I want a straight answer, who threw it?"

The crowd simply booed him and tossed food and other stuff at him, which was simply deflected by his aura. By the time the crowd realized that their attack was having no effect Perfection had, had enough.

"All right, you want to act like monkeys then BE MONKEYS!" As he said it a red mist permeated the area and the people began to grow furry tails, causing the Scion's to laugh insanely. "Don't worry folks, it only lasts twenty-four hours." Perfection said as he back flipped off the fence and landed on his feet.

"Oh…" Scott started.

"…My…" Lance continued.

"…God…" Pietro finished, right before breaking into a wild laughter. "That was great!"

"Classic man, classic." DM snorted in laughter.

"We are so dead." Scott said as he watched the angry crowd fume in anger.

"Yup." Lance confirmed. "No doubt about that."