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

Officially a Bad-Good Girl

"So let me get this straight…" Clotho was watching the TV with Pietro, Arcade, Lina and Stanley. "… This idiot believes that the Christian God sent mutants as a trial for humanity and that all mutants are in fact demons, that about it?"

"Yeah, that sums it all up pretty well." Arcade nodded. "He's a real ass."

"And completely and utterly going for that one way trip to hell." Clotho smiled.

"So…" Pietro tried to grasp his mind around an idea he would never get. "… God does exist, is that what you're saying?"

"All God's exist kiddo, it's just a matter of where you put you're faith." Clotho said in an exasperated tone, "So for the one-hundred and fifty-ninth time; yes God exists if you have faith in him."

"What if you're Jewish, does God exist then?" Pietro asked, completely confused by Clotho's explanation.

"Yes…" Clotho gritted her teeth. "Now shut up."

"But…" Pietro was still confused.

"Pietro, do your self a favor and stop thinking." Stanley laughed. "You might hurt that pretty little head of yours."

"You're right." Pietro snapped his head in a panic. "I have to stop worrying. I mean God can forgive my vanity, right? I mean after all to let this beauty go to waste…" Pietro then wandered off while babbling complete non-sense.

"Wow…" Lina blinked in awe and smiled at Clotho. "Wanda is really going to like you now."

"Yeah, but Wraith and Perfection won't be too happy." Clotho winced. "They like to leave the religious features of universes alone."

Just then the front door to the Misfit Manor was kicked in by an invisible force and not to long after that a smoldering L.B. was drug in by a very amused K2.

"Remind me never to underestimate the power of religious goobers…" L.B. groaned.

"What happened to him?" Stanley winced as K2 continued to drag the ghost away.

"My guess is he met the fist end of a religious zealot who had a lot of fire power up his sleeve." Clotho gaped as she watched the small ghost whip around.

"Not only that, but the dude has something I need to inform these flesh-bags about." L.B. freed himself from K2. "Who's the head honcho here?"

"Right now it's Duke, Hawk went loopy and took a small vacation to Jamaica; he'll be back tomorrow." Arcade pointed to a calendar that was previously used to count down the days until Hawk's return.

"Righty-O, see you pounds of flesh later." L.B. said as he vanished into thin air.

"I really don't like him." Stanley grumbled.

"No one really does." Clotho sighed, "He has a major superiority complex when it concerns anyone but Wraith; and then it's an inferiority complex."

"Figures." Arcade sighed. "Wonder what the walking-towel-boy found anyway?"

A few hours later the JOEs had called the Misfits to a briefing that was shared by the X-Men. L.B.'s news put Duke on high alert and even accelerated Hawk's return. The teams were still currently in the dark.

"You ever notice how the Scions are missing when ever something really bad is about to happen?" Lance asked as the teams assembled.

"Yeah…" Scott sighed, "But I'd really rather they don't help us. Remember the first time they fought Cobra?"

"Good point…" Lance said with an understanding nod.

"Actually, even if they were here, you'd still be doing this." Clotho had mysteriously joined them. "They try not to interfere with what would be considered a normal affair for the world's they visit."

"What constitutes a non-normal affair then?" Jean asked as she already feared the answer.

"Chaos Sparks, Al when he's pissed, Therten, Universal Collisions and really bad plot lines for movie universes." Clotho enlightened the group.

"Wow…" Althea blinked, right before Hawk, Xavier and the other team leaders came in.

"Misfits…" Hawk began, "… X-Men, we have just received word that the Hell-Fire club has been working on a dangerous bio-weapon. Unfortunately about a week a go one of their holding facilities was robbed of this device, by a trained group of elite soldiers."

"In other words Magneto." Lance assumed.

"Wrong." Hawk brought down the screen which showed Reverend Stryker. "We all know who Reverend Stryker is, what you don't know is that he has a private army comprised of his own mutant hate group; The Purists."

"You know he just keeps getting more and more sickening to here about." Kitty frowned.

"Yeah, I hear ya there." Bobby growled.

"So what's the plan then?" Scott asked as he looked over the information on the screen.

"For now we sit and wait. Stryker has some pretty important friends and we can't afford to upset them." Hawk frowned. "The good news is we don't have to wait to long. Wraith's younger brother discovered evidence that Stryker is planning to use the device next Sunday at his New York rally."

"So, then we have to be really quick and stop him before he uses it…" Pietro smiled. "…Piece of cake."

"Not entirely." Hawk sighed, "Because of his connections the Misfits have been assigned guard duty."

"Ah…" Hank smiled. "I get it now."

"What?" Scott asked.

"The X-Men get to bust him." Logan grinned.

"Yes, as well as our four new friends." Hawk flipped on a monitor that showed a green turtle shell. "Still having visual problems Donatello?"

"Yeah, but we're getting your feed perfectly." Donatello's voice crackled over the monitor. "Just plan away, we'll be listening with our ears to the speakers."

"All right everyone; this is how it's going to play out." Hawk began.

"Uh, Hawk?" Lance asked. "How are we going to keep the Hell-Fire Club from getting their own brand of 'Justice' on this looser?"

"Well as luck would have it we have two people on either team who were practically made to distract them." Hawk smiled. "Stanley and Ash will be keeping the Hellions busy, and hopefully drive Ms. Frost to a drinking binge."

"One can only hope." Ororo smiled at the thought briefly, but caught herself.

"And what exactly is his device supposed to do anyway?" Arcade asked.

"Originally it was made to activate dormant X-Genes, but Stryker is modifying it to destroy any X-Genes." Hawk's smile faded. "I don't need to tell you the risk if he should succeed in both modifying it and activating it."

"No…" Wanda said, "You don't, but someone should warn him of the danger of hurting me."

"Which is why you'll be going with Ash and Stanley; we can't risk the Scions further damaging the fabric of our reality." Hawk explained.

"Technically the fabric of your reality is pretty damn healthy, completely and utterly random, but healthy." K2 pointed out.

"Let me rephrase that; we can't risk the having another China incident from happening ever again." Hawk's tone was filed with a tinge of anger.

"Got ya." K2 said as he left and added quietly. "You loud mouthed mammalian jerk-wad."

"So, let's get this planning session under way…" Althea brought everyone's attention back to the crisis at hand.

A few hours later the two teams were just coming out of the briefing room and into the Pit's court yard when they noticed Perfection, DM, Wraith, Mosious, Ragnis and Maven all standing near a bunker. The curious sight brought everyone over.

"Oh good, they're out." Perfection smiled as he walked over to Clotho and took her by the hand, "Come with us Clotho."

"What's going on?" Wanda asked as she watched Mocious, Ragnis and Maven join hands in a ringwith Clotho in the middle.

"Well in short we're making sure Clotho can't ever be bossed around by Atropos ever again." DM explained. "See, Moe has been wanting us to create lesser forms of our powers to focus in on certain things so Therten would have an even harder time doing what he loves to do…"

The circle of the four scions began to glow brightly and in a sudden crackle of energy and a flash of magenta and green light Clotho was lifted of the ground, spun at incredibly high speeds and then placed back on the ground with only a slight buzz to show for it.

"Friends, mutants, completely useless pieces of junk, lend me your auditory receptors…" Perfection joked. "We the Scions of Charisma, Creation, Light and Life present to you the Lesser-Scion of Love/Romance."

"Huh?" The entire group before the Scions let out a yelp and even more confused look.

"It means she's like Raptor in the sense that she can now influence 'naughty' thoughts." Wraith explained. "Also, she's now Eros' boss."

"Wait, I get to boss around the little winged freak now?" Clotho smiled. "Oh this is too good…"

"So she's one of you guys again?" Duke almost shrieked.

"Sort of, but she doesn't have a broad range of powers and can really only influence people now and only in the ways of romance and love." Wraith continued to explain.

"Ewww…" Clotho cringed as she looked at Althea and Todd. "You two need to stop thinking like that…"

"And can read your thoughts about naughty things…" Perfection warned, "So keep the mental shielding up folks."

Clotho's gaze then fell on Scott and Jean and she began to giggle, which grew into a completely insane fit of laughter. The couple just blushed for what seemed to be no apparent reason. Then once she regained he composer Coltho looked at the entire group and again burst into laughter.

"I sense baaaad things coming this way…" Perfection backed away from the Lesser-Scion.

"Would you- would you believe…" Clotho chocked out between laughs. "That the most sexually educated persons on this base are the Triplets and that Multiple kid?"

All eyes immediately shifted to the triplets and Jaime.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY MAKE ME WATCH WHEN THEY CATCH ME? MY LITTLE PONY!" Jaime yelled.

"Oh dear…" Xavier was definitely surprised.

"Charles, I think perhaps we had better have a 'special' class for our students." Hank nodded and winked.

"Nooo…" Perfection panicked. "Sex-Ed baaaaaad…"

"Excuse me?" Ororo was slightly taken aback.

"Actually he's pretty right there." Jean said, "I mean most sex-ed classes teach that sex is something dirty and wrong, not a loving sharing of emotions."

"That and special friend number one faints when those birth movies are shown." L.B. said as he randomly appeared, whispered something to Wraith and then disappeared.

"I have to go…" Wraith narrowed his eyes in anger. "But if you're going to do this, I suggest you keep barf bags on hand…" Then he was gone.

"All right then, tomorrow the Institute will host a special Sex-Ed day for our students and the Misfits." Xavier smiled.

Meanwhile off in a random corner in the Pit, Perfection was rocking back and forth in the fetal position right next to Beachhead who was doing the same.

"Arcade after you too?" Beachhead asked.

"No…" Perfection winced, "Xavier's having a Sex-Ed class at his place tomorrow."

"Ouch…" Beachhead sighed, "I think I'll dig a fox hole to hide in, how about you?"

"I was thinking about sitting her and crying like a baby for a half hour before I got mess with Magneto and invite the Acolytes…" Perfection beamed.

"Right…" Beachhead sighed, "I bet he only sends Pyro."