Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

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

AN: Just to make it clear, "Valor" and his pilot are of my creation, at least as far as I know. You will see them again, but not until later.

African Planes to LA Lanes

"What the?" John Proudstar asked in shock as the world shifted around him. He noted he was now in the LA International Airport dressed in traditional Masai clothing. Then it got worse as DM casually trotted up to him with a great big smile.

"Would you like you clothes back?" DM wore his usual psychotic grin.

"No, I'd like Princess Barbie's clothes." John growled in frustration.

DM immediately pressed a button and John was in his normal clothes. "Dude, keep your private life private please."

"You can change my clothes with that?" John asked as he pointed to the device.

"Yup, I can also change the hot ladies clothes'." DM pointed the device at an attractive woman and pressed a button, he clothes magically melted into a bikini with a mysterious bulge in the pants.

"AGH!" John and DM screamed in a unified fear.

"Bad remote, no more use you." DM said as he tucked the device away. "Anyway, I sent everyone except you and Sonic back to the mansion. I need you two to help me find the LA group."

"Why, what happened?" John asked, he knew it would have to be serious to break into Perfection's alone time with Wanda.

"Evan Daniels, may or may not be a murder…" DM started.

"That sounds bad. I think. He was a student of Chuck's, right?" John was a little lost. "Kid with all the spikes and stuff, right?"

"Yeah," DM nodded, "That's not the worst part though, he got arrested."

"Well that sucks, whose he being accused of killing anyway?" John's curiosity took over.

"Guy Spears…" DM grimaced.

"Hope he has a good lawyer." John snickered slightly at the thought of the many ways Guy Spears could have died.

"Well, his lawyer is… something else, that's for sure." DM narrowly dodged the bullet.

"Hey guys." A blue blur stopped right before DM. "Think I found them." The hedgehog's face didn't look to carefree. "They're tearing apart an illegal underground arena that's been exploiting mutants."

"Oh…" DM said with a blank casual look. "That could be both good and bad."

"And apparently the dude with claws has a daughter or something that was being used in the fights, and now there are tons of police and…" Sonic stopped in mid-sentence as he realized he was back at the bar with DM and John. "I hate when they do that."

"Yeah, well look at it like this, at least the cops aren't shooting at us…" John chuckled as he found a pathway leading down and followed it.

"That's true." Sonic shrugged as he too went down the steps.

The sight that unfolded before them was one of the more gruesome sights either of them had seen. The "arena" of the illegal fighting group was lined with the internal organs of some of the former competitors. Although most people were simply unconscious, there were at least twenty five recently dispatched corpses shading the light wood floor a dark crimson red with their blood.

"What did this?" John asked as he stepped over what he presumed to be a ring announcer's hand, the body was in the arena.

"A very, very, very angry Logan." Kitty's face was paler than Liquid Paper.

"Remind me not to ever piss him off…" Lance was almost transparent.

"Did you think that one up all by yourself?" DM said as he entered from a back room, Logan and his female adolescent clone followed him, both with an unhappy look on their faces. "Ok, here's the deal, I'm taking EVERYONE back to the mansion and then I'm leveling this entire building."

Before anyone could speak they were back in Xavier's common room. Almost all of the groups had returned and most were quite angry that their tour had been cut short. In fact only the Paris, Africa, LA and Australian groups; along with the Elric Brothers were accepting the circumstances with out any massive complaints.

"Wow, full house." John said as he realized just how many people the interLOAFERs had brought with them.

"Yeah, unfortunately we're going to have to send most of them back." And with a smile and a snap of his fingers DM sent most of the groups back to their own universes to complain.

"How come the blue thing didn't leave?" John pointed to Sonic.

"Heeey…" Sonic took immediate offense to the insult.

"Sonic and his friends along with the Elric Brothers, Obi-Wan, Anakain and the Final Fantasy Seven people all offered to help." DM explained as he picked up a large file off the floor.

"With what exactly?" Jon asked as he followed DM into a broom closet that had been transformed into a large law office.

"The case." DM sighed.

It was just then that John realized he hadn't asked about the lawyer. It was also then that John knew that death was the least of his worries. "Who is his lawyer again?"

"That's the bad news." DM sighed.

All John Proudstar could think for the next six seconds was 'Not Perfection, Not Perfection, Not Perfection, Not Perfection…'

His silent prayers went unanswered. "P's decided to help… And I would start praying to what ever god or spirit or whatever you worship, that he finds something good to use, besides his 'Cute fluffy animal' defense."

"'Cute Fluffy Animal' Defense?" John thought for a second before he grabbed his head in pain. "It actually hurts to think about that."

"I know, but after a few decades of hanging out with him, you kinda of get used to it." DM sighed. "Or lapse into a total psychotic episode, ala Astral."

"Ok, I need a good bottle of Jim Beam." John nodded as he headed up.

"Why?" DM asked in confusion.

"I dunno, maybe he'll hear me and help?" John cracked a smile that left DM with a slack jawed and confused look.