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
Living with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
"Dude this is so going to rock." Mikey chuckled as he and Bobby pulled a string out of Scott's room.
"Shaving
cream, sour cream, coffee cream, ice cream and whipped cream."
Bobby snickered,
"Now we just wait for him to wake up."
The two most juvenile members of the X-Men and Turtles were so engrossed with pulling their prank that they failed to notice a slight change in their surroundings, had they taken the time to notice the crowd gathering in the hall they might have realized that their prank was doomed to complete failure.
"Excuse me, but what exactly are you planning to do to my boyfriend?" Jean's angry voice pulled Mikey and Bobby away from their fantasy world.
"Uh…" Mikey looked around nervously. "Waking him up?"
"Really?" Jean narrowed her eyes, "Bobby?"
"Uh, nothing, we were just going to jump up and surprise him…" It didn't take a psychic to tell that Bobby was lying.
"Let me see your hands." Jean ordered, Mikey held out both, while Bobby held only one. "The other one too Bobby."
The two pranksters let a worried look cross their faces before Bobby decided to throw in the towel. "Run for it!"
Then the two pranksters both ran off in opposite directions while Jean was left to grab the rapidly vanishing string. She did not manage to grab the string in time, and a second later Scott's scream echoed down the halls. When he walked out into the hall though, Jean couldn't help but crack a huge smile.
"Bobby will pay for this one…" Scott grumbled as he made his way to the shower.
Meanwhile in Forge's lab, Forge and Donatello were having a very technological discussion. Of course seeing as both could be equated to mad scientists, they were discussing all of their past inventions. Of course had the household known that Donatello was essentially just as crazy as forge they would never have been allowed to grace each others company. In short Xavier was going to be in need of his repair crew discount once more.
"So, you're telling me that you met a man who created a dimension that responded to his creativity?" Forge could hardly believe it as he began to weld some metal pieces together.. "That's pretty cool."
"Not as cool as that pocket dimension you told me about." Donatello was soldering microchips into place. "So what's this going to do?"
"Well, I've been trying to harness Perfection's energy to jump dimensions, unfortunately my first attempt result in the random arrival of two very…" Forge tried to think of a word to describe HoMe and Vile, "Well let's just say 'interesting' alternate dimensional creatures.
"You too?" Donatello blinked, "A word of advice, don't use or target chickens."
"Yeah, I found that out the hard way." Forge sighed, "So who did you displace when you tried it?"
"Some kid named 'Link', he kept insisting that he was hero, but he barely come up past Master Splinter's shoulder!" Donatello chuckled at the memory.
"Wow, that's pretty neat." Forge finished his welding. "So what do you think of K2?"
Donatello stopped working and chuckled a little more. "He's interesting and he can be helpful, when he isn't being completely arrogant about how superior he is to most technology."
"Really, I just want to flambé his circuits." Forge let a crazy look slip onto his face. "Heh, sorry…"
"Ooookaaay…" Donatello blinked as he went back to soldering, while keeping an eye on Forge.
In the Danger Room though it was another story; Raphael, Wolverine and X-23 were all busy thrashing the living day lights out of several simulations involving Sentinels and the Friends of Humanity.
"So what's with these jug heads anyway?" Raphael asked as he tripped up one simulated FOH member and brought his sai down into its chest.
"Oh not much…" Wolverine grunted, "… They just think all mutants are a stain on humanity and should be wiped out." He had cleaved through six FOH dummies and one false Sentinel before he finished talking.
"Nice work there claw man." Raph snickered as X-23 leapt over his shoulder and furiously tore into the face of a sentinel. Raph whipped around in time to see the collapsing heap of metal fall backwards. "Jeez, and I thought I had anger issues."
"Trust me Raph, if you knew her story, you'd be just as angry and violent in battle." Wolverine broke the arm of a FoH dummy.
"Seriously?" Raph asked, "What happened to her?"
"Why don't you ask me, instead of my 'father'?" X-23 landed with a flip beside Raphael.
"Ok then, why are you tearin' through these machines like a mama lion who just lost her cub?" Raph took out another FOH dummy.
"The short version is that I was raised by an international terrorist organization to be a living weapon and when I was twelve they lined my fists and feet with adamantium." X-23 tore through another batch of dummies.
"Well thanks now I feel like a jack-ass." Raphael scolded himself, just as a sentinel targeted him with a missile, however; Raphael saw the weapon before it reached him and deftly avoided it. "All right, I was wondering when I was gonna get my chance to take one of these tin-cans down."
With that said Raphael charged up to the large machine and plunged his sais into the leg, then pulled them out and placed them higher while he used his legs as leverage and quickly began to jump and leap his way up to the face of the sentinel. He was almost batted away by one of the mammoth hands, but X-23 tossed a device that blew up the machine's appendage. Then he reached the top and with all his anger tore into the machine's eyes and face with rapid stabs and plunges of his sais. Then the sentinel began to waver and the turtle simply pushed off the robots body and landed with a perfectly graceful back flip.
"Nice kid." Wolverine smiled his usual toothy smile.
"It was impressive…" X-23 began, "… Or it would have been had I not needed to save you."
"I take it little Miss Perfect-in-combat- doesn't have many friends, huh?" Raphael snapped, and X-23 simply glared.
Leonardo however was in by far the worst situation; somehow Kitty had talked Lance and him into tasting her latest recipe. The two were currently in the infirmary praying for death.
"What was in that?" Leonardo gasped in pain.
"I don't know, but I thought I saw some lettuce." Lance groaned. "Remind me never to agree to taste tests, I don't care if she's my girlfriend, her food is lethal!"
"Why did I agree to help her?" Leonardo groaned.
"You were being nice…" Lance groaned right before he threw up. "Ugh, I feel slightly better."
"I'd kill for someone to kill me right now." Leonardo groaned.
"Relax, if you're smart enough you'll do what the other's suggest from now on." Hank said as he took Leonardo's temperature. "Feed it to Lockheed and Chybee and if you're lucky they'll go bury it in the back yard."
"Why doesn't he do that then?" Leonardo asked as he pointed to Lance.
"I'm her boyfriend, I have to test it." Lance groaned. "On the plus side, Lifeline has confirmed that I am no immune to most cancers and disease as a result of her cooking."
"And that makes it worth everything?" Leonardo stared at Lance like he was crazy.
"No, but it's a plus side…" Lance was obviously grasping at straws.
Then the two patients let out a combined groan of pain.
Master Splinter though was busy meditating in Ororo's green house, and almost gave her a bit of a surprise when she came in. It was enough to disturb the master ninja's concentration.
"Forgive me Ms. Munroe; I was simply looking for a quiet place to meditate." Splinter bowed after had gotten up. "I shall leave you to your plants now."
"It's all right, feel free to stay, but I should warn you I talk to my plants." Ororo smiled as she created a few rain clouds over a select few plants.
"That is an impressive ability." Splinter walked over to look at the clouds. "Tell me, what is it exactly you can control?"
"I manipulate the weather, so I am also called Storm." Ororo pruned through a few of her plants. "I understand you had a sparring match with Blind Master."
"Indeed, I was surprised by the fact that the Foot Style existed at one point in time in this world." Splinter thought for a few seconds more. "Perhaps if only few things had happened differently my sons and I would have happened here naturally."
"Maybe, but I find that the past is often filled with things that should remain there." Ororo sighed. "Tell me, if one of your sons did something so against your teachings and lied about it what would you do?"
"Hm?" Splinter arched an eyebrow.
"A while ago my nephew was on trial for murder and he said he didn't do it, the Scions even defended him in court, but in the end we found he had lied…" Ororo had tears filling her eyes.
"I could not imagine my sons betraying my teachings in such a way, but if ever they did so I could only do my best to continue to love them and help them understand their sin." Splinter sighed as he closed his eyes.
"But I failed him. I brought him here to learn how to protect people and control his powers and he used them to end a life." Ororo was still distressed.
"You are angry with him, and yourself?" Splinter asked.
"Yes, as well as confused and shell shocked." Ororo started to rub her head.
"The only words of wisdom I can offer are to love him continuously. He made his choice and he will have to live with the consequences; but he should never be with out the love of his family." Splinter said.
"That's like what Shipwreck said." Ororo smiled.
The elder rat simply bowed his head and stood there listening to her story for the rest of the day. He offered his advice when needed, and listened intently. Even when Ororo said she wanted to hate her nephew he stood firm that she should love him more now than any other time, even in battle should that ever arise.
