"What were you all thinking?" Roadblock yelled at the CASA witnesses after the fight had broken up. Xavier had left the admonishing to the Joes since most of the kids were theirs and he didn't want to push his luck with Carly's threats of suing.

Carly held up her hand to keep the others silent. "I did it and I made them help me. My problem is that I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to give the aliens chocolate."

"You do know that the chocolate would have melted almost as soon as the lever was pushed down, right?" Cover Girl asked.

"Yes. The toaster is just a prototype. When I do it for real, it'll be something that doesn't melt the chocolately goodness," she answered.

"Don't listen to her," Lance sighed. "I helped of my own free will."

"Me, too," Adam agreed.

"We all did," Althea spoke up.

"None of y'all are Spartacus! I am Spartacus!" Carly stated loudly. "I did it! You guys didn't."

"We did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"We don't care who did it!" Low Light yelled. "Just don't do it again!"

"Yes sir," Carly winced. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll go apologize to the Professor and reimburse him for the toaster."

"I think she likes you," Adam said to Low Light after she left. "She actually listened to you. She actually apologized! She never apologizes! Well, unless you beat it out of her. But you end up hurt if you try that track."

"Do you ever breathe?" Lance questioned. "But he's right. I think that if she joins us, you'll have a daughter."

"I can tell you right now that that's not gonna happen," Low Light griped.

A short time later the two teams were called together for Carly and Adam to give their decision.

"On our way here we considered each decision. The little interviews were mainly about getting to know you people and determine just how much you could take," Carly said. "By meeting you we were able to assess your personalities and witness how they'd react with ours. I have to admit that some of you handled it better than others.

"Before we tell you what we've decided, I would like to apologize once again. Not only for the toaster incident, but also for messing with you all so badly. We're not going to sue the X-Men, we would if we meant a single word of it, but we didn't. I don't want Scott's kids…I just like seeing you all squirm. It's just so easy to do. You all just need to lighten up. You are born, you live, then you die. No one ever knows how long they're going to live so why not just enjoy it all? Why be so tense all the time? You'll give yourself coronaries and strokes. Just lighten up!"

"Anyway, we've taken everything into account," Adam continued, ending her little tirade. "You all keep saying that you wish to get along but never do anything about it. You constantly fight. The only people from both groups that even get along are Lance and Kitty! And that's only when he doesn't do something stupid to make her mad at him.

"You all just don't get along. And for that reason we had to choose the group that we will feel proud of ourselves for fighting with, the group who could handle us the best and with whom we'd agree. That means we're choosing the Misfits."

"However, we know neither of you groups actually want us because you believe that we're certifiably insane, with which I totally agree. Sometimes I think we've snapped," Carly said. "What I'm trying to say is that if you don't want us, that's okay. We'll still be there for you if you need us. Well, unless there's one of 'his' ladies has a concert in the area in which case you'll only have me."

The Joes looked at each other in bit of shock and a moment of contemplation.

"Of course you can come with is," Cover Girl stated. "But you have to follow the rules."

"We can do that," Adam beamed.

The moment the Misfits left, the X-Men threw an impromptu party to celebrate their near miss.

The End

And there it is. Who doubted that would happen? But what happens next? They gotta go to the Pit sometime. And do you even wanna know what I have planned? Yes, my mind is diseased. Anyway, the next story will answer questions including: What does it mean when everything gets brighter? And how much more diseased can my mind get? And will I be able to write a good Lancitty fic? We'll all find out together.