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: Special thanks to RougefanKC who is letting me referencehis story at the end. (I goofed and assumed RoguFan was a girl, corrected it: 2AM on April 22nd. God I feel like a morn now...)
Not so Russian roulette
"Think they'll shut up soon?" Astral asked as Wraith sat on the concrete rim next to him.
"Not a chance, but at least the others found some stuff to do." Wraith casually took a sip of his coffee. "Remind me to never have fast food coffee ever again, ok?"
"Sure." Astral said as he jumped off the giant tree pot they had been sitting on.
"Still can't believe those two ended up being related." Michelangelo said as he, Bobby, Spyder and Larry came back from their dinner.
"Yeah, talk about weird." Daria winced.
"Well in a wa it does kind of make sense…" Wraith said. "But really relations were pretty much a crapshoot when they were merged in."
"So now Pete has a new cousin." Brittany sneered. "Still don't like him or Kitty."
"Take it easy you little demon, Clotho's going to settle the whole love triangle sooner or later." Wraith said calmly.
"How soon?" Quinn asked as she and he sisters sat next to Wraith.
"Whenever she gets over her little addiction to Warren." Astral grumbled. "He's making all us angelic beings look bad by sleeping with her, you know that right?"
"Speak for yourself wing-boy, I got no holy ties." Wraith smiled.
"I was speaking of my fellow half-angels and any other mutants who might be born with wings." Astral said smugly.
"Whatever." Wraith yawned, and then he noticed Karma and DM walking towards them. "What you kill your group already?"
"Nope, we thought you'd be doing that." DM smiled back at his friend.
"No such luck here." Astral said. "Turns out Peter and Linka are actually cousins by a long lost uncle."
"Wow…" Karma was shocked. "What are the odds?"
"Not favorable." DM said flatly.
"So, those two have been yakking it up since they found out." Wraith sighed, "How'd Perfection's deal go?"
DM's face fell, "Not to good." DM then looked at Linka. "He might need to talk to her, and its is definitely going to strain some relationships they already have."
"What is?" Bobby asked.
"Ask Wheeler." DM said solemnly. "His story to tell."
"Which means it can't be good for any of us." Spyder groaned.
"Yup." Bobby agreed.
Wraith did not take this news well. "DM, take the kids to the yacht, I'll grab the Tin-man and Linka."
"Right." DM gave a half-lopsided grin. "See you there." With a flash DM and the others disappeared, leaving only Wraith and Astral.
"I'll take the russkie, you talk to Linka." Astral snorted as he plucked a cigarette from his pocket and then lit it.
"Yeah." Wraith's voice was barely audible.
As the two approached the talking cousins Astral noticed Wraith's aura was slowly freezing the ground and both Scions knew the reason; however, Astral was not willing to risk angering a fellow Scion, especially one as temperamental as Wraith.He let the looks of the people linger on them; as up to that point an illusionary shield disguised them all. When they came closer to the cousins he he motioned for Peter to follow him to the side.
"Linka, come with me." Wraith's voice was like forming ice on a lake.
"What is wrong?" Linka asked as she sipped on her own cup of coffee.
"Come with me." He repeated, and slowly walked away.
Linka looked at he newly met cousin with a look of confusion and Peter just shrugged and motioned for her to follow him. She quickly got up and did so.
"What is going on?" Linka asked in a worried tone.
"How have your feelings towards the Misfits and X-Men changed?" Wraith asked, again his voice becoming more like a frozen wasteland with each word.
"A lot less presuming that's for sure." Linka giggled. "Did you know that Robert is the worst prankster on the X-Men, but he still gets the Misfits from time to time?"
"Linka." Wraith's voice corroded the smile from Linka's face.
"Something's happened to Wheeler." For a moment she felt he heart stop as she imagined the worst of the worst cases.
"Nothing like that." Wraith said, "But he will need you now more than any time that has been or is yet to come."
"What happened?" Linka asked.
"I can't tell you." Wraith's voice still echoed of his cold barren heart. "What I can tell you is that along with the need to be there for him, you must also put your presumptions of the Misfits, the X-Men and Turtles completely out of your heart."
Linka stood silent. She knew she had presumed the Misfits to be arrogant, loud, noisy and obnoxious; and they were all too eager to confirm it. Still Peter did admit that the Misfits were a caring and compassionate group, a compassion matched only by their insanity. The turtles however were a different story; she and Wheeler were immediately wary of the mutants due to their origins and they did avoid them and even mad a few off color jokes about them. The X-Men though, she had no real concerns about.
"I never thought anything bad about the X-Men." Linka said weakly.
"I never said that." Wraith's cold mood branched out and chilled the air around them. "I said to cast aside your presumptions. Not everyone there will always be as you see them."
"I don't understand." Linka let her confusion show.
"In time, there may come to be a traitor, and that traitor may prove to be a friend. Don't presume to much, don't think they can't be corrupted." Wraith warned her, "No go, he needs you." Wraith extended his arm and a portal opened up, Linka promptly went through.
"My, my, my…" Alteran's voice echoed from behind. "Teetering on the edge of breaking your own rules I see."
"Just as you're on the edge of breaking your brother's barrier." Wraith sneered.
"How do you know about that?" Alteran snapped in surprise.
"I can see the deaths that will result if you succeed." Wraith turned to his fellow Scion; a look of pure agony crossed his face and stayed. "You know no one deserves to die twice and if you unleash them here it will happen to many undeserving souls."
"It's happening in another world and I don't see you whining." Alteran sneered back.
"It happens naturally at the whim of a greater force." Wraith's cold voice returned.
"We are the greatest force." Alteran snapped.
"We are the tools of the Universe, even we have limits." Wraith said as a bitter wind kicked up. "Your brother barricaded them from the realms we travel for a reason."
"Yes, I know, he couldn't control them." Alteran waved his hand dismissively.
"No one can control them." Wraith said as he vanished from sight. "And no one can control their opposites either."
"Weaklings." Alteran yelled, "You run from them at every turn."
Silence responded to Alteran's accusation.
