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: You know the best thing about the interLOAFERs? You'll never see a fic where the Misfits and X-Men go jumping through dimensions, because Perfection will just dump them into their world when he gets bored.

How the world goes round

"I still can't believe it…" Wheeler stood at Ground Zero in New York.

"The sad thing is, it happened in a lot of worlds…" Perfection sighed. "The key is to move on."

"Yeah." Donatello, disguised by a trench coat and image inducer, agreed as Toad and Lance walked up to join them.

"So, we gonna get this over with or what?" Wheeler grumbled.

"Well, sort of." Perfection said darkly. "Wheeler, your dad's not the guy you knew."

"What, is he a mutant now?" Wheeler asked as confusion flooded his face.

"Actually, he's against them." Perfection breathed heavily.

"What?" Todd was shocked. "He's a member of the FOH, isn't he?"

"Aw man, this is going to be bad." Lance groaned.

"What's going to be bad?" Wanda asked as she, Jean, Amara, Rogue, Jubilee and Rina walked up.

"Wheeler's pops is anti-mutant." Todd snapped.

Wheeler only remained silent. He could not conceive of the idea that his father would let such a thing as simple and as stupid as genetic differences sway him into blind hatred. Wheeler knew his father was hard-headed and stubborn because he was the same way, but his father had never let anything such as race cloud his judgment before.

"Here he comes." Perfection said solemnly. "You have choice to make here Wheeler and it is going to suck either way. We'll be over there." Perfection gave the Planeteer solemn pat on the back as he lead the others away.

"What, no Sufferance?" Wanda asked.

"You know, I thought about it, but the only person who even has a remote chance of reaching Wheeler's father, is Wheeler himself." Perfection sighed.

"Wasn't Clotho supposed to be here?" Jean looked around.

"Yeah well, she got distracted." Perfection gave a nervous half-smile.

"By what?" Jean inquired.

"Warren." Perfection's grin grew as he increased his distance from the telekinetic.

"Oh God…" Jean groaned.

"You mean to tell me you still think God is listening to us?" Rogue quipped.

"No, just habit I guess." Jean sighed.

"I hope Wheeler can handle this." Lance cast a worried look back. "He's an okay guy when he's not touting his high and mighty ego around."

Wheeler however, was about to have one of the single worst arguments in his life and he knew exactly how it was going to end.

"Hey, how's my tree-huggin' son doing?" Wheeler's father went to give his son a hug, but Wheeler pulled away. "What, you to old for a hug from your old man now?"

"No dad, it's not that." Wheeler gave his father a guilty hug.

"Well that's good to know." Wheeler's father smiled, and then noticed his son's grim face. "So, you still tryin' to get with that Russian girl?"

Wheeler cracked a smile, his father always got to the point. "Not tryin' anymore dad, I am with her."

Wheeler's father caught the grim look that remained on is son's face. "What's wrong, she's not pregnant is she?"

"No!" Wheeler laughed lightly. "I heard…" Wheeler started down the long tough road. "I heard some rumors that you're a member of the FoH."

"Sure am, son." His father smiled. "I'll tell you what we're gonna give those mutie bastards somethin' to think about."

"I don't believe it." Wheeler groaned as he sat on a bench. "They weren't lying."

"Who?" Wheeler's father asked.

"My friends, they told me you joined a hate group, but I didn't want to believe it." Wheeler tried to catch his rapidly vanishing breath as he gripped his head in confusion before h shouted at his father. "How could you even think of joining a group of hate mongers?"

"Hey, watch your mouth." Wheeler's father leveled a finger at his son. "The FoH ain't about hate it's about the survival of our species."

"Dad…" Wheeler started, "They use hate and fear to condemn innocent people because their different, they're the same as Nazis!"

A sharp crack across his face jolted Wheeler backwards. A second of silence passed between the father and his son before the father realized his mistake.

"Wheeler…" He started.

Wheeler growled as he turned away from his father. "I don't want to hear it… Wayne." Wheeler emphasized the use of his father's name. "Have a nice life; I know I will with all my friends, mutant and human alike." The trip ended with Wheeler walking away from his father and into a portal that took him and his friends back to Hope Island.

Wayne Sloane stood at the spot he had slapped his son for hours before he finally grounded himself back into reality. He had just pushed his son as far as he had ever pushed him and he could only blame himself.

"I can change." Wayne said to no one as the world around him froze.

"For your sake, I hope you do." A dark hooded figure stood next to him.

"W-who are you?"

"A father like you." The voice said. "A father that pushed his son far away, so far that even to this day he doe not know how proud I am of him. You can call me Dwayne."

"What's your son do?" Wayne asked.

He heard the man smile, "In your mortal life, you will never know." The figure pointed and Wayne followed the crooked bony finger.

"What, I don't see anythi…" The world had gone back to normal and the strange hooded man was gone. All that remained was a note scrawled on what looked like an old piece of parchment and he read it aloud to himself. "A father is not allowed to hate."


AN: I go by the popular belief that "Wheeler" is Wheeler's first name. Also of you can guess who the hooded man was, congratulations you've probably read my pointless Wraith comics.