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Pepe: Okay listen up, okay, because these words I'm going to say are very important, okay. You listening, okay? Because these words are very important, okay. First, she cheats in him with another man. And the body! It not a body, it's constructed! It's constructed! And while very sexy, Chun is dishonest and she make love with To-

Pepe is suddenly grabbed by a pair of ethereal hands made of light. He attempts to breathe while the author's mighty wrath is poured on to the muse.

DIE YOU BACKSTABBING SHIRMP! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR TRYING TO REVEAL MY PLOT! YOU'RE GONNA DIE, YOU MISERABLE EXCUSE FOR A MUPPET!

The author continues to strangle Pepe, semi-oblivious. Kalial sneaks out behind him.

Kalial: Aryan Contract! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

The author starts breathing again.

Anyway, I've been grounded for a month, so I couldn't post whatever chapters I've finished. Besides, actions scenes are hard, and this chapter is a real hard plot carrier for my entire continuum. So, if you find the actions scenes foggy, don't blame me. If you find anything else confusing, it's meant to be.

Disclaimer; If the male OCs is Australian, it's a Gary Stu. Period. Trust me people I know what I'm talking about. I don't care how well it blends with the canon cast. If it does, I really don't object. In fact, I'll read the story and probably love it, but if it isn't really meant to and exists in a team of non-canon (not in evoverse or misfit verse at least) characters and OCs, it's a Gary Stu, plain and simple. Okay I'm done with my rant. On to the pathetically vague action.

Raven walked to the meeting and mass transportation room. She was wearing her misfit uniform. It was a white gi, modified so that it was stylish and form fitting. Her hair was held in a long, hard clasp, threaded straight through. It was white with silver accents. The front of the uniform bore a raven design and the misfit emblem. On the back were twin scabbards, for her dual energy maces. Trinity was already there, making adjustments for the Hawaii trip. Raven approached them.

"Hey…"

Trinity looked up quickly and relaxed. "Yeah?" Asked Quinn.

"About my codename…"
"Before you ask, it was the best we could come up with. Unless you want to be called Morpheusa, Sight or Ravanà, I'd suggest you come up with one of your own."
"Sorry. Wait 'morpheusa?' That sounds like a-"
"Shape shifter's codename. Yeah but that's the female form of Morpheus, Greek god of sleep and dreams."
"Okay. I really agree Zen was the best."

"We knew you would."

At this point, the rest of the misfits started coming in. Very soon the entire team available had left for Hawaii.

24 hours earlier

In the lower cells, Val, Plazm, and all the others had been moved to cell with 'lower level dampeners', the two boys with birthmarks had been taken out of there stocks, the bovine boy had been unchained and the girl in black and Plazm had been let out of the various containers. Val had found she could use it powers on a small scale, and had been practicing ever since. That was when the twin with the purple star over his right eye had come over to her. He seemed nice enough, but there was something about him that attracted her to him. She had no idea what. He was good looking, but she had had her share of guys like that from time to time. She had been popular with the boys back at home, but her biggest and most resent crush had been somewhat attracted to her. But she could absolutely not read this guy. He had made it clear that he and his twin bother both had wavelength powers and were immune to hypnotism, but that really couldn't be it. She had some idea what was going on with Hayes Isaac, an African American rocker, for some bizarre reason, nicknamed Clarion. Even more bizarre was the nickname of his best friend, Michael St. Clare, Wulff. His main idea had been to take a cool word and spell it all weird.

"So you play in marching band? I would have done that, but they didn't have a place for guitar. And sing in choir? Girl you should be in a band!"

Paul's cheerful voice cut through her reverie.

"I'm sorry. What in hell are you taking about?"
"C'mon, it's a great idea!"
"No it's not. Look, I'm attracted to you and, quite frankly, your hot-"
"Your attracted to me? Ya know, when ever a girl is attracted to me, she seems to hang on to my arm constantly and try to make out with me."
"Right…"

"I'm serious!"

"I find that hard to believe. But like I've said, you're hot. But I cannot see me walking down the Isle with you. Nor can I see doing anything else with you but a short term, over-sexed relationship. And, quite frankly, that is something I most certainly, as a Christian, DON'T want."

"That's cool. Sorry if I was imposing on you."

"Trust me. You weren't."

Paul seemed kind of disappointed about this. Craig, as his twin had been introduced, looked quite pleased as to this turn of events. He came over to Val.

"Did my brother just put the moves on you and you turned him down?"

"Why wouldn't I? It's not like I fall over every hot guy I see."

"Yeah, but girls fall over him all the time."
"And have you seen this happen?"

"Yeah. Dozens of times."

"I really don't believe that. I mean he's hot, charming, and really nice, but he dresses like purple crazed 80s reject. Not to mention, he's overly sweet. Not like you, Craigy."

At this point Craig began to suspect all was not right. He was about to realize just not right all was.

"Craigy, I'm guessing you sweet where it counts. And I do mean COUNTS. And I'm guessing when you're excited enough, you turn into the over enthusiastic puppy that your bother is normally."

"Val, you're a Christian. This isn't good. You're letting your infatuation get the better of you. Control yourself woman! Um… Please?"

"Don't you want me? Are you afraid of a real woman, Craigy?"
"Please Val…"
"So I can't have fun with you? I'll bet your much better at this than Paul. Or are you waiting for something?"

This, as Craig realized, was going to go on for a while. Meanwhile, Paul, having over heard this delightful exchange, decided to consult a panel of experts, who, in reality, were anything but. The bovine mutant appeared only vaguely capable anything beyond rudimentary speech. Plazm was being sarcastically indulgent. The gothic girl looked slightly haughty and not so slightly disgusted. Paul was innocently asking for an honest opinion. Oblivious to their expressions and probably ignoring the fact that he was walking into a minefield, he pressed onward.

"So. Can I ask you guys a question?"
"You already have…" droned the Goth, totally disinterested.

"Do I really dress like a purple crazed 80s reject?"
"Yes. Paul does." Grunted the bovine.

"OH, of COURSE not, Paul! Why you are the mirror of modern!" Cooed Plazm in sickly sweet, effeminate voice, dripping with sarcasm.

"You need to ask? Good Lord, your dumber than I thought you were." Droned the gothic mutant.

"Aren't you attracted to me?" Paul asked her in a curious voice.

"Should I be?"

"Yeah, but… Say, wait are you a lesbian?"
"Burn in hell, sicko…"

With that she literally turned red and punched Paul out.

"You're also a obsessed with forming bands and really need a new hobby." She droned as she turned to walk away. Plazm, looking vaguely elated and really scared, turn to the bovine mutant and said, "So what's your name?"

"Angus. Angus Aberdeen."
"Cool. What's yours cut-… I mean what's yours?"
She turned to him sadly, with a rueful smile on her face. It was the emotion that she had shown had been taken out her stasis chamber. "My name is Evangeline."

Present

The trip to Hawaii was immeasurably fast. Raven hadn't even the time to blink. She just felt an impossibly fast rush and a flash of an impression of shifting blue tile against a peach background. On minute she was in predominately pink bedroom, and the next she was standing on the crest of a hill o a landscape overlooking the ocean littered with palm trees. A breeze was blowing and the hair that had been calm a moment before was now billowing in the wind. She glanced towards Pierre. He was wearing tight leathers strips wrapped completely and almost seamlessly around most of his body his 'cloak' hung in strange patterns from his shoulders. He spoke up.

"I can look ahead, if that's necessary."

"Good thinking. We'll keep track of your position, while we stay here to think up a strategy. If you find the Dreadnoks, spy on them as long as possible." Althea replied.

Pierre nodded. He closed his eyes and his cloak billowed around him. It twisted around him as it glistened like the night sky. As it formed a twisting cocoon around his body, Pietro touched his cheek kissed him and whispered "Stay safe."

Pierre nodded and glided backwards, leaving a set of shadows of himself as he did, as if he was in a time lapsed strobe. The dark cocoon stopped swirling, although it still shone with imitations of stars. It fell around him, still covering him completely. The cloak rose over him leaving a billowing shadow. It settled and slid against a tree. It became fully a shadow as it slid parallel to the ground. Pietro looked worried. Wanda put her hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry." She spoke in a more tender voice than she had in a while. "He'll be fine."
"But what his powers malfunction? What if they see him? What if they see him? What if he can't control his powers? He has trouble with him. What if…?"

"Pietro. Pierre will be fine, he will control his powers and he will make it back in time to get in bed with you."

"Yo, thanks a lot, Wanda! Like I need that image in my head. Al, can we make out till it's gone?"

"No you can't! Let's focus here."

"Stop being such a hypocrite, pop. Like you wouldn't do the same thing to Storm if you had half a chance."

"Young lady, give your old man the respect I deserve."

"I am Pop. I am."

Pierre didn't hear any of this. He was skimming along the grass, almost above it, almost on it. He sail though it with ease. His form whispered across palm trees, tropical grasses, and sand. He felt exactly what he glided along and still was almost flying. It was a wonderful feeling. His shadowed being rose against a palm tree on the beach. Only his head and upper torso were distinguishable. The rest of him was a swirling shadow, like his billowing cloak with long, tentacle-like shadows branching out of him. His face was featureless, save for two empty ovals where his eyes should be. He scanned the beach. A group of figures were huddled around something. He slid down from the tree and along the sifting sands. He circled around them, observing them. He remembered back to the images he'd been shown his debriefing. They matched them indiscriminately. He decided to, instead of reporting back immediately, like his first instinct was, to eavesdrop. He mimicked the shadow of the woman with pink hair. What he heard was this:

"Remember, all we need is the Summers boy's DNA. I'd like him alive, personally. Commander says I can't do any unauthorized experiments on the Z project captives. The little yellow child needs that fire DNA to be alive outside of an inferno. So he surrounds himself with fire. I had to put him in a stasis furnace. Do you know how expensive they are?-"

"Look, Dr. Mindless, before you rant our batteries flat can you please tell us how you expect us to take this kid hostage?" Interjected the pink-haired woman. Zaranna. Pierre realized. Her name was Zaranna. Pierre soon found he had remembered all their names.

"As I said, Zaranna"- Dr. Mind something-or-other cut through his reverie- "I don't need him alive, I just need his DNA. That way I can mutate him so that-"

"Wait, wait, wait." Buzzer interrupted. "I thought that the Summers kid was Aries. Why would the other little brat be him? I mean there's almost no difference with Mustard. But still-"

"Quiet, you ignorant chainsaw wielding lummox. He doesn't have a name. That is just a disgusting nickname made up by some bored Baroness legion soldiers because they thought he was cute!"

"But still-"

"Look, just get the stupid blonde's blood and apply an amnesiac! I don't care how you do it, just do it!"

At this point, Pierre figured he could no longer afford to stall. Whoever they had been talking to on their miniature videophone had gone into a senseless rant. He streamed towards the ocean and gathered himself together in his cloak. He became tangible again. He though he'd earned a quick breather. He relaxed for a few seconds and took a deep breath. Then he drew his cloak around him like a blanket. The hood shroud rose over his forehead, placing his eyes in shadow. The shadow strips emerged from the cloak again, and rapped around him forming another reality field. His cloak was his powers. It could morph, as well as affect objects in the near vicinity. His powers had a whole range of uses. He began to skim under the water, using the field to filter the hydrogen in the water. He surfaced briefly and found he was near where the team had teleported down. He skimmed through the water, onto the sand, and through the trees, towards the main team. Wanda, Trinity, Blob, Angelica, Spirit and Cover Girl were absent from the group.

"What… Where?" he was out of breath and stammering from the unusual exertion of his powers. Pietro rushed him.

"CPR! STAT!" With that, he knocked his boyfriend over and began to do mouth to mouth. Roadblock rolled his eyes and grabbed him by the back of his collar. Pierre sat up.

"Thank you. So, where is everyone?"

5 minutes earlier

"Come in… come in." Arcade's crackled over the radio intercom. Althea responded as fast as she could.

"Yeah Arcade. We have simultaneous COBRA and mutant sightings. Thought you ought to know."

"I hate to say this, Arcade, but couldn't you just tell the X-men?"

"I tried. Turns out, no one's there. So I figured you guys could get a new recruit. Besides this is the Dreadknoks we're talking about. It shouldn't be too hard. X-23 took 'em single-handed. Sooo…"

Present

"So that's it. No big deal."

"Okay. They said they were going to take someone's DNA. Do the terms 'stupid blonde' and 'Summers kid' mean anything to you?"

The majority of the misfits looked at one another and said, in unison:

"Alex."

20 hours earlier

Lina was pacing her cell. She had been worrying a lot lately. She had been worrying about how much gauze was left in the in medical wing. Lifeline and Bree had stopped ordering gauze almost all together since she had started working in there. She worried about Freddy. They had made so many plans and generally they could just eat pounds of chocolate if they broke their dates. They were so dependent on each other now. She worried about so many things. But right now she was worrying about Lance. He had been gone for a while. How long had it been? A day? A month? A century? She didn't know anymore. She didn't even know who she was sometimes. Stacy said she was losing her grip on reality. Truth be told she wasn't even sure what that was anymore. She supposed it was all just part of going insane. This was what she was thinking as the tranquilizer hit. As Dain/Matt was to remark "Looks like it's just us again…"

Lina woke up about half an hour later. Three people were standing over her. A boy dressed in purple, a blue person and someone who was brown and furry.

"Where am I?" Lina stammered still under the affects of the tranq.

"Sweetie, welcome to the Z project cells…"

A week earlier

San Francisco. A two-story house.

Inside, on a coffee table in the living room, a Clue board was laid out. A cool looking African American boy sat at one end. A red haired, probably part Irish, girl sat across from him. A slightly over weight preteen sat on the floor in front of the TV. And at this point the author sincerely hopes that you've figured out that the girl on the coach bore an uncanny resemblance to Raven Symone (A/N: I really hope I spelled that right.). As we can clearly see by the presence of a Clue board in a misfit story, the classic Clue bathroom argument was taking place.

"Look, I just need to know where the bathroom is and then we can play!"

"Corey…" Raven interrupted. "You live here. As much as I wish it weren't true, you live here. If you don't know where the bathroom is, what hope do the rest of us have?"

"Raven…" Corey mocked in the same tone of voice. "I meant on the board."

" Y'know, it's not meant for that kind of thing."

At this point, Raven Corey and Eddie turned and looked her.

"Uh, Chelse, girl…" Raven uttered.

"Oh right! Sorry."

"Chelsea, sometimes I worry about you." Eddie said across the table.

"Oh, that's so sweet."
"Chelse? I kind of meant about your sanity…"

She gave him a death glare that you wouldn't expect out of her. Eddie withered.

"Look, can we not fight and just play the-"

FLASH

"Hey" Victor walked excitedly through the door. "Guess who's coming?"
"Uncle Gabriel?"

"No, Uncle Gab-… Okay did you have vision?"

FLASH

"Yes. Yes I did."

"Uh, Rae?"

Raven realized the vision was over and looked around. All three of them were staring at her.

"Sorry. I had a vision."

"So, Rae, did it involve me and, say, Fanta-"

"No more Eddie, no more. I see things that will happen in real life, not in your delusions of things that I really don not, (ah, ah, ah!) do NOT want to discuss, much less think about."

"Hey" said Victor as he walked in the door. "Guess who's coming?"
"Uncle Gabriel?"
"No, Uncle Gab-… okay did you have vision.

"Yeah, but for the record it's the first time I had a vision about having a vision."

"Hey, Rae, isn't Gabriel the blind guy who juggles chainsaws?"

At this point the author fast-forwards through the next few days of:

) Anxiety over Gabriel Moore's preparations

) Explaining to Eddie that blind people can juggle chainsaws

) Raven's powers of Clairvoyance and Remembrance activating over some confusing and comical incidents involving a clairvoyant view of the boys bathroom stalls and remembrancing her sixth birthday party.

) Uncle Gabriel explaining that he was a ninja and she was a mutant and she could join the Misfits, yada yada yada.

) Tearful goodbyes will Chelsea and Eddie

) Ringing the doorbell of Misfit Manor

Because the author wants to refer to those few days ambiguously for humor in future fics, he's not going to tell you about that. Instead he's going to drop you of the day before Z project began…

"Uncle Gabriel, are you completely positive that this is a good idea? I mean, I'm not really cut out for ninja life. I just kind of…" Raven trailed off, almost sad and distant.

"Raven, you'll be fine. Neither are most of these kids. Most of them are nice enough. The ones that aren't are jus really annoying." The Blind Master added under his breath: "But they're all insane."

Raven walked in. And was immediately covered in a cloud of itching powder. Three would be adorable girls popped up.

"Oh, sorry." Said the girl with the ponytail on the left nonchalantly. "We thought you were Beachhead."
"That's okay." Raven replied, and through clenched teeth see added: "And I really don't envy."

"We heard that and you'll envy him even less when you meet him. By the way, we take it you're a new recruit…"

"Yeah, I am, but-"

"XI!"

At that sudden yell, Raven jumped, but not so much as when a green and gold snake thing appeared out of thin air.

"Yes?" Said the green thing, apparently Xi.

"Would you mind checking her powers?"

"Not at all."

Xi then did something that vaguely creeped Raven out. He started touching her. Not just hand shake, but literally stroking her skin. He suddenly stopped.

"Precog, telepathy, clairvoyance, remembrance." He said almost carelessly.

"And the last one is?"
"Reverse precognition."
"Okay."

"Look I could have told you that. And for another thing the whole touching thing was way creepy. You didn't have to-"

Flash

Roadblock is on the shower, completely unaware he's being watched.

Flash

"Excuse me while I go back to that vision…"

Flash

Roadblock is still showering.

"You have good taste."
"Yeah, mind if we stay?"
"What! Get out of my head!"

"Please? Just for a while…"

"No now get-"

Flash

Althea was poking Raven, who had completely zoned out. On the final poke, she had snapped out of it. Wanda was waving her hand in front of Daria's face as the white glow faded from her eyes.

"So, who are you anyway? Xi said we had a new recruit. I take it that's you. I'm Althea, I control water, this is Wanda, and she controls probability with hex bolts, yada yada yada. Me Wavedancer, she Scarlet Witch."

"What?"
"Sorry, codenames. The triplets will be stalking you with one as soon as they find out that you don't have one. Oh, Gabriel, is this your niece? The Psychic one? That means your Raven, right?"
"Yeah but-"
"I knew it! We've got another recruit here; he'll be around here soon. You talk a lot don't you?"

"When I can get a word in edge wise…"
"Oh sorry I am babbling again? It happens a lot after a make out session with Toddles…"

"Hey, do we have another recruit?" Asked a voice with a light French accent.

Raven turned and saw a startlingly green boy with yellow snake like eyes standing there he was wearing a dark blue silk shirt and tight leather jeans. Other than his obvious features, he was quite handsome.

"Are you related to Xi? Cause you look alike so I assumed…"

"No, but you'd be surprised how often I'm getting that. I'm Pierre Truffaut, by the way."

"Your worried aren't you?" Althea asked. "Don't worry, it's a little crazy but other than that it normal."

"I have an announcement to make." Pietro Maximoff zoomed into the room. "Everyone… I'm gay."
"And then something vaguely obvious and totally random happens…" Intoned Althea.

"Oh that's not a problem." Pierre spoke up. "So am I."

"And the something completely unexpected…"

"And to complete this turn of events, it looks like Jean won the pool of when he'd come out."

After that little incident, introductions were made and Z project began.

16 hours from present

Matt, not Dain but Matt, lay on his back staring at the ceiling.

"I'm sorry Mary. I'm sorry Dain Hawking. I'm sorry Stacy. I'm sorry everyone. Especially you, Sarah. I never told you I loved you. Sorry Nation. I'm sorry Ms. Haddad. I let all y'all down…"

1 month 10 days earlier

Rachel-Elizabeth Argosy was sitting at a table in your average high school in the Midwest with Michael St. Clare and Hayes Isaac. She was playing a string instrument, somehow managing to turn their last rock song into a beautiful Celtic ballad. Sarah Chasen was sitting with Willow Cartwright, a hot African American cheerleader with wavy black hair, Anna, the green eyed Argentinean, and Maria Rodriquez, nicknamed Twilight, with her pale purple hair, were sitting around a table, arguing about something unknown to men. Artie Lunt sat with white haired Japanese exchange student Yamato Watanabe, called by everyone Nostromo. Artie's died green hair, combed to fall over one eye, contrasted sharply with Twilight's pale color and Rachel-Elizabeth's sky blue highlights in her blond hair. Perhaps most out of place was the goth in the corner of the room, reading. his semi-long dark brown hair, fell around his face, framing his green eyes as he read. He shivered slightly in his black clothes. He put a bookmark in the book he was reading to mark his place.

"Matt?" Asked a soft voice. He looked up. Anna was standing next to him, looking concerned.

"Fine, just tired." He replied.

"You're not having one of those power things you keep repressing? Because Ms. Haddad says they-"
"I know what she says!" He snapped. Then he softened. "Sorry. I can't think with these things one the brain. It shouldn't be my fault that my powers apparently don't know when to quit."

"It's fine just…"

"Just what?"

"Your eyes are glowing."
"WHAT?"

Sure enough, they were.

"Okay, Rachel, I need interference and you're the only psychic around so…"

"Alright already. Just hold on a second." Rachel-Elizabeth set the violin down gently and picked up her 'weapon', her flute. She began to play a symphony Matt had written himself. He lifted an eyebrow and his eyes glowed an even brighter blue-sea green.

Interesting insult…

I though you'd think so.

You and your subtleties. Now how about doing what you're supposed to do in my head.

Sure. What color leather?

Not that, you freak. I meant helping me burn off this excess mental energy.

"Wow." Artie intoned very impressed. "Telepaths. I wonder what there saying."

CHOCOLATE!

VANILLA!

CHOCOLATE!

VANILLA!

A few minutes later, the 'battle' had toned down. About then an annoyed looking George 'the uproar' Johnson walked into the room followed closely by Winter Frost, probably, knowing Winter, the source of his annoyance. Her next remark clinched the matter.

"Look I'm, like, sorry. It was an, like, accident. A slip! Very, Very minor."

"Minor! Our little club's out of the bag!"

"Oh dear Father God, Lord almighty, help us all." Said Matt looking genuinely upset. "Who knows, how many, and who won the pool of the first time she'd screw up this badly?"

Winter glared at him. He was so anti blonde. She was so anti goth. As he put it 'blonde preps shall inherit the earth. They'll get by lowering themselves to sleep with the meek. Not that they could come up with anything else…' while she said 'a goth, like, so doesn't understand the, like, important things, like fashion. Hello black? Like, loser much?' to which he replied etc… ect… ect.

'Just my friends. And if anyone, like, has a problem with that they-"

"Just shut up and stop being a bitch already. You're the last person to say anything negative about this since it's your fault."

"Don't, like, talk to me like that. I deserve respect!"

"He's giving all the respect you deserve." Matt interjected. Winter gave him her coldest most intimidating stare. Which it wise, since she could freeze dry you in under five minutes flat, to pretend was a lot more intimidating than it actually was. See as he could stop her from doing this he didn't bother.

"Which friends?"

"Just some close ones…"

"Your clique? Theocrat, why don't you tell the whole school and be done with it?"
"Hey!"

"Wait." Willow stood up, curious and very determined to stop the fight forming. Last time they fought, several students ended up duct taped to trees, they cafeteria needed to be rebuilt and several pounds of whipped crème 'disappeared.' "would that clique include Manti?"
"Yes, but since half of us are leaving and she thinks this is a social class club…"

"Oh no. Y'all are staying. That bitch is going to pay for trying to steal my boyfriend…"

Present

"Okay troupes." Althea had gathered everyone around her. "We outnumber them, and we're infinitely better than they are. So if anyone is afraid, don't worry. They're gonna go down hard. So troupes, MOVE OUT!"

Ha ha! I tricked y'all! You thought you'd see an action scene. Well, that's the next two chapters. Hey it's a million pages long as it is so don't complain. I see I've been missed. And don't worry my self esteem has recovered and I will be updating soon. As of May 27, 2005 I no longer have any 'real' classes. WHOO HOO! If you want to see what Willow's planning to do to Winter's clique friends, review. I've got ideas but send in suggestions.