I own nothing. Or, very little. X-Men: Evolution and G.I. Joe belong to Marvel. Althea, Xi, and other components of the Misfits universe belong to Red Witch. I own Adam and Carly. If you want them, you can use them.

I honestly wasn't planning on continuing "The Color of Coffee" but then RogueFanKC just had to mention Sgt. Snuffles and the plot bunny got hold of me. This story may, once again, not be my best but at least I'm coming out of my writer's block somewhat. This takes place after "Who's the Master Detective?" and is, well, pretty much plotless fluff.

The Continuing Pursuit for a Father

Chapter One: Operation Snuffles

"You have to do something with that kid," Beach Head grumbled to General Hawk. "She's been here a week and each day she finds her way out of supervision to come annoy me."

Hawk pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and then looked at the irate Joe. "It's not that bad. She likes you. At least one of the kids does. Look at it this way, maybe she'll give you a heads up if the others plot against you." He couldn't help but find the situation funny. Everyone was so used to the kids not liking Beach Head then along comes one who adores him.

"I don't care. Just get her to leave me alone. She's more than just slightly annoying. I'm finding the Toad to be less annoying. And I never thought that was possible. At least he leaves me alone most of the time."

"Beach Head, I'm sure it's not as bad as you're making it out to be," Roadblock sighed. "The kids need to find a parental figure that they can look up to, that they can respect. The others—including Adam—have all chosen. And Carly wants you."

"Poor Shipwreck," the General sympathized. Adam had, as per Carly's guess, chosen the sailor as his 'new daddy.'

"I thought she'd already chosen Low Light for her father," the masked Joe commented.

"Only temporarily. Carly wants you to be her father. She likes you. No one really knows why, but she does," Roadblock continued. "And, in my opinion, there are only two Joes on this base that she'll actually obey. You and Low Light."

"So why doesn't she just choose him permanently?"

"He's not as big of a challenge as you are."

"And just what is that supposed to mean?" Beach Head snapped.

"You'll have to ask Carly. Those were her words, not mine," Roadblock said, rolling his eyes. "My advice is just to go along for the ride. She may eventually grow bored and give up on trying to make you her father."

"In other words, you want me to suffer."

"That, too."

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"Whatcha doin'?" Carly asked later that day as she walked up behind Beach Head.

"Cursing the day you were ever born," was the grumbling reply. "You escaped your keepers again, I see."

"No, I didn't escape. They let me leave."

"To annoy me, I'm sure."

"You know you like me, just admit it already," the black-haired youth grinned. "What can I do to help?"

"You can go away."

She tilted her head as if she were considering it. "Nope, can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to," she said slowly. "Besides, someone has to protect you. Apparently its Pick on Beach Head week. And they're all plotting against you. Every last Misfit and every last Guardian. Well, except for me. I like you."

"Why should I trust you?" he asked suspiciously. He could only think of some grand torture scheme that the kids wanted him to be paranoid about and had gotten Carly to start the ball rolling. That had to be the reason why she was always hanging around. So he wouldn't be too suspicious when she came to him with this.

"Because I know their first plan," she said, taking a seat on the ground. "And I'm sure I could find out the rest 'em. I just want to help you."

"And why would you want to do that?"

"Because you're going to be my new Daddy. That makes you family. And a feral always protects her family. Violently, if need be."

"Why doesn't that comfort me?" was the snide reply.

"I know their first plan, I overheard them talking about it last night. And I know a counter attack. So unless you want Sergeant Snuffles to fall victim to the enemy, you'll listen to me."

That got his attention. "Sgt. Snuffles is in trouble?"

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"What in the world are you wearing?" Beach Head hissed later that night.

Carly looked down at her attire. "Stealth gear. When lying in wait at night you're supposed to wear all black so you can better blend in with the scenery. Why?"

"You look like a deranged Pippi Longstocking!"

She was wearing a black and red striped, long-sleeved shirt and a black jumper over black and red striped knee-high socks and black high-heeled boots. Her red-black hair was parted into two thick braids, which draped over her shoulders and a black bucket cap.

"No I don't! And who are you to talk? You look like a bank robber with that ski mask!" she hissed back. "Can we please get back to the mission now? The night-vision camera is on, and the dummy is set up in your bed with Sarge next to him. The Misfits should believe that the dummy is you asleep."

"Are you joking me? That thing could never pass as me!"

"Believe me, it will. I used that thing all the time when I wanted to sneak out of my foster homes. They always fell for it, and people will continue to fall for it. Especially after I press this little button," she held up a small remote control.

"And what is that for?"

"I'll show you." She pressed a button and the sound of snoring came from the vicinity of the bed. "After I heard them plotting last night I snuck over here and recorded an audio of you sleeping. I knew it would come in handy."

"You are a frightening little girl," he whispered to her. "I really need to start locking my doors and windows."

"That won't work. I can pick an average lock in ten to fifteen seconds. Sometimes faster if I feel the need to hurry," she grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna axe murder you in your sleep. How would that get you to be my daddy?"

"That's it, tomorrow I'm putting in for a transfer."

"Shh! I hear something!" She placed a hand over his mouth for good measure as she closed her eyes in order to hear the approaching Misfits better. "There's four of them…Althea, Todd, Xi, and, I think, Pietro." She heard a whispered voice. "Definitely Pietro. The others must've stayed behind as a rescue squad."

The two hidden people watched as the four people the feral mentioned silently entered the room.

"Told you," Carly silently mouthed to her spying companion. She moved her arm up and held it over the light switch and waited for the bear to be touched.

"Gotcha, you little brats!" Beach Head yelled as he pointed his powered-up Super Soaker at them. He began firing, followed an instant later by Carly. Soon the four would-be kidnappers were covered with red dye. "Back away from the bear!"

"If you don't, I have another Super Soaker ready to fire," Carly added. "Face it, you've been caught. We taped you."

"We'll be going straight to Hawk. If you're lucky you'll only get KP Duty," Beach Head grinned.

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The next day the four mutant friends were in the kitchen, where they'd been ordered to work.

"I told you she heard us!" Pietro griped.

"We should have flashed her some cash to keep her quiet," Althea agreed.

"Come on, who knew that Beach Head would actually listen to her? That he'd trust her? He wouldn't trust any of us as far as he could throw us," Todd stated.

"But the plan did go rather well," Xi spoke up. "If you don't count most of us being tinted red. We annoyed our target."

"I just can't wait to see the look on Beach Head's face when he finds out we only got one day of KP Duty for last night," Todd grinned. "It's going to be classic."

"That's true. We're gonna get him. And her. She's now a target," Althea declared. "They're going down. Here's what we're going to do…"

All right, everyone, please give feedback with your torture ideas. Because I sure need them. Nothing is too deranged for me to work with. C'mon, I know you've thought of some…Also, I want to give Carly a better code name, since Elektra doesn't really fit her and I was rather much under the influence of pseudophedrine when I wrote that (in other words, to me, it's better than alcohol and was, coincidentally, the last time I took two pills at a time.) So put in your votes for the code name, too.