ï»¿ Okie dokie. Let's look at the list. X-Men: Evolution and its characters? Nope, don't own them. G.I. Joe and its characters? Nope, don't own them either. Xi, Althea, Trinity, etc.? Nope, they belong to Red Witch. Carly and Adam? Yep, they're mine. You wanna use them? Go ahead. I'm not sure why you would, but you can if you want. Just let me know if you do 'cause I'd like to read what you have the two nuts doing.
Chapter One: The Arrivals
"So…this is the place?"
"That's what the address states," Adam Benet answered, double-checking the address that Professor Xavier had given him. "Pretty fancy."
"Pretty pretentious," Caroline 'Carly' Shane replied as they opened the gate and walked up the driveway. As they neared the front door they heard the sounds of fighting and breaking glass. "Are you sure this is the place?"
"I am now," he grinned. "The Misfits must be here."
"Good," she smirked, taking off her black leather jacket. "That saves us a lot of trouble. Ring the bell."
"Will you all knock it off?" Logan yelled at the brawling teen…and a few of the adults.
"You know things are bad when we're the only calm ones," Low Light remarked.
"Do you think elephant tranquilizers would work?"
"Maybe. Do you have any?"
"No, but I'm seriously thinking of ordering 'em."
Then the doorbell rang, startling the two men.
"You don't think?" Low Light asked, looking at Logan.
"We aren't that lucky," Logan sighed as he opened the door and saw Adam and a girl—whom he assumed was Carly—standing on the porch. "Then again, we might be."
"Aww, it sounds as if you're in need of a little bit of help, Honey Buns," Adam chirped as he and the unfamiliar girl entered the foyer. "Allow me."
"Avert your eyes," the girl ordered as she slipped on a pair of sunglasses.
Logan nodded at Low Light to do it as Adam began to emanate a blinding light.
"I take it this is Adam," the Joe commented after the light faded away and the fighting had stopped.
"I can't believe we're seriously thinking of joining you people," Carly grimaced. "Adam, why did I let you talk me into this? Hey, Lance."
"Hey," he replied. "Everyone, this is Carly Shane and, for those of you who don't already know, that is Adam Benet."
Adam, the five foot five inch Filipino man, was clad in a simple pair of black slacks and a bright, shiny, metallic neon blue button-down shirt.
Carly was Caucasian and stood about five feet six inches tall with a slim, athletic figure. Her straight waist-length black hair looked to be a deep, dark red when the light hit it just right. She was dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a blood red spaghetti strap midriff tank top, and a pair of leather boots with four-inch heels. Her makeup was dark; mostly various shades of brown and her long fingernails were painted blood red. Her jewelry consisted of three simple silver hoops in each ear and a small one in her left eyebrow, multiple red and black jelly bracelets on both arms, multiple silver band rings on all her fingers, a matching arm band on her upper left arm, and a ruby and onyx collar and a silver necklace with a ruby pendant around her neck. A pair of dark black sunglasses hid her dark amber brown eyes from sight.
"It's nice to meet you, Carly," Xavier greeted, "and to see you again, Adam. I'm sorry you had to witness our fight."
"Don't worry about it," Adam said. "I'm just glad that I was able to help."
"Yeah…right. Whatever," Carly replied flippantly. "We are here for an interview.
"Right, though I wouldn't really call it an interview. We'd just like to tell you about our organizations—" Ororo was interrupted by Carly's laughter.
"I'm sorry," she said, her laughter dying off. "I meant that we'd be interviewing you."
"Excuse me?" Jean exclaimed. "Why do you want to interview us?"
"Simple. We want to make the right decision for us," was the frosty reply. She pulled a legal pad out of her backpack, which she then dropped on the ground (the backpack, not the paper.) "We will be taping each interview for reference purposes; both video and audio."
"What, no stenographers?" Logan growled.
"None were able to make it. We checked. Even the temp agencies had none free," she answered seriously. "We'll be interviewing the X-Men and the Misfits separately to minimize the chance of physical violence. First will be the team coordinators, i.e. the adults, of each team. Then the team leaders, and finally we'll interview the teams as a whole. Now all we need is a room where we can set up. Preferably a room with a door."
"Of course," a stunned Beast stammered leading the two potential recruits into one of the mansions many room.
"Bossy little thing, ain't she?" Low Light grumbled.
"Is she always like that?" Todd asked Lance.
"Well…not really. Not if she likes you. Or if she's in an extremely good mood…like when she takes Sudafed," was the hesitant reply.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," Xavier groaned.
Next Up: Some Xavier Torture...