Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If I owned the X-men do you really think I'd be in a crappy apartment, typing fanfiction on a crappy computer, with no money? Hell no!
Writer's Note: Well here's chapter two of my first posted x-men fanfiction! Yay for second chapters! And thank to all one of my reviewers, Nyltiak. I apologize if I spelled your name wrong. My spell check says your name is supposed to be spelled Miltiades.
Mort walked down the road, with his hood jammed up over his head. He was ignoring the looks he was getting from people. He had gotten too used to getting them from people to seriously care. And if anybody tried anything, he was more than willing to rid the world of one more anti-mutant human. He had lost count of how many he had already killed.
He saw a bar, and smiled before he decided to go in. He needed a drink to help clear his head. He had all kinds of notes about the machine in his workshop, bu the obviously couldn't get at those. He knew the blueprints, but he had made so many changes while he had built the machine that he knew the blueprints were horribly wrong.
Mort sighed as he sat at the bar and ordered himself a beer. He drank it slowly, thinking while he drank it and not saying anything to anyone around him. HE was quite happy to drink quietly, ignoring those around him, and be ignored in return.
He should have known it was all too good.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this Logan." Someone behind him said. He looked sideways at the newcomers as he took a drink of his second beer and he nearly choked. HE managed to avoid spilling any on his clothes, and hoped he hadn't caught their attention. Mort was silently glad they had sat at the other end of the bar, nearest the door.
It took all the self-restraint he had not to go and beat the two up. Cyclops and Wolverine. He didn't know if he should leave and find another bar, or stay and risk them noticing him. This had been the first time in awhile that he had been to a bar, and he had always left that decision up to Sabertooth or Mystique. But now he had to decide for himself.
He decided to stay. They didn't know him, and if they did recognize him, (mistake him for the idiot in the house) he wasn't afraid of them. He didn't need Sabertooth to back him up. He had taken on three X-men at once and come out of it alive, he could handle two. One of which he could beat with the flick of his tongue, and had done so on many occasions.
Mort listened to their conversation. Apparently Cyke was planning on proposing to Jean, and was nervous about it. Wolverine kept on saying to stop worrying and have fun. If it was going to happen it would. This caused Mort to smile, just as another newcomer entered the bar.
Mort once again took a peek at the person, and was surprised to see a person that resembled Mystique – the blue skin, red hair, yellow eyes – but she was wearing clothes. A small black top, black pants, and shoes. He couldn't help but stare as she walked over to him, not caring that everyone else in the bar was watching her, including the two X-men, and sat down beside him. She didn't order a beer, instead sat and stared at him with a suspicious look on her face. Mort's held one of complete and utter confusion. The Mystique he knew didn't like clothes, and refused to go in public without masking her skin colour to a human.
" 'ello." Mort said nervously, unsure of what to do.
"Who the hell are you?" She demanded. Mort was uncomfortably aware of everyone still watching them.
"No one." Mort said, hoping she'd accept that and leave.
"What are you doing here Mystique?" Someone demanded. The two looked and saw the two X-men standing behind them.
"Whatever I want." She said, standing up. Mort instinctively followed her, and another figure entered the bar – Toad.
Cyclops went to punch her but she dodged it. Toad punched him, receiving one from Wolverine in return. The fight soon escalated and the whole bar was fighting, with Mort trying to fight his way over to his counterpart. He could see the boy surrounded by thugs with necks wider then their heads and a scared look in his eyes.
Mort had almost made it when Cyclops got hit backwards into his path. He tried to get up, but Mort slammed the guy's head against the floor, knocking him out. He pulled the visor off cyclops' eyes with a smile.
His path was clear now, and her raced over to help the boy. Mort noted that thought the kid had some skill and was obviously comfortable with himself he couldn't be a worse fighter if he tried. It was painfully obvious the boy needed half-decent training, and soon.
Mort fought off two thugs to get to his now unconscious counterpart. He picked him up and ran out the back door. He jumped onto the roof, laying the boy down carefully to check for injuries. There were bruises, healed-over scars, and cuts that looked suspiciously like razor-blade marks on his arm, but nothing too serious.
"Toad where the hell did you go?" Mort heard Mystique's shrill voice yell. He almost jumped up to answer her, but managed to keep himself from doing so, with the thought that she didn't know who he was yet. He stayed on the rooftop with Toad, trying to think of how to wake the kid up.
"C'mon kid, It's time to wake up." Mort said, flicking the boy in the side of the head, hard. Toad moaned before jumping up and looking for the thugs that had surrounded him.
"Where am I, yo?" Toad asked as he looked around. His eyes landed on Mort, and he looked confused.
"Why did you bring me out here, yo? I coulda taken them!"Toad demanded angrily. He started to stalk away before Mort tripped him up and grinned.
"They were ready to pound your ruddy face in when I got there. Wha' would you 'ave done unconscious, snore at 'em?" Mort smiled, keeping the boy on his back with a boot pressed to his chest. The boy wasn't very strong.
"Where's Mystique, yo?" Toad asked as he stopped trying to get up.
"Right here." A voice said behind Mort. He looked around to see Mystique appear from the form of a large Raven. He made a mental note to ask his Mystique if she could do that.
"Now that we're alone, I'll ask again. Who the hell are you?" She demanded, walking over and pushing Mort off of Toad. Mort didn't know what to do.
"I'm... uh, I'm..." He stuttered, backing up a step.
"He said he was me from 'Another Dimension', yo." Toad said, as he got up and rubbed his chest where Mort's boot had been.
"Another Toad? Yeah right. Prove it." Mystique demanded, stepping back. Mort was confused momentarily, before a wicked smile crossed his face. He knew how to prove it, and have some fun at the same time.
"He walked forward, and stopped when he was only about a foot from her. She went to push him away, but he caught her hand in his webbed one. She tried to hit him with her other hand but he grabbed that one too. He jumped over to the edge of the building, bringing her with him.
"He pushed her over, and grabbed her foot with his tongue. His counterpart suppressed a laugh as Mystique turned into a raven and flew back to the building. He had a smirk on his face as she changed back and glared at him for besting her.
"Fine. I believe you. Now what are we going to do with you?" Mystique asked, looking from Mort to Toad, who both had smirks on their faces.