I don't own X-Men: Evolution or G.I. Joe. They belong to Marvel. I also don't own Althea or Xi. They belong to the wonderful Red Witch. I also do not own the idea for the Misfits universe. That, too, belongs to Red Witch. Adam and Carly are mine. You want to use them, go ahead (just let me know because I really want to read what you could do to/with them.) The idea for this story came from a joke I have in my jokes folder (which I just typed up into a word document for easy copying over to RyanStarr.us) and was struck with this little story. The idea also came from Red Witch's Mutant Word Games. Wonderful story. Go read it (that is, if you haven't read it already…if you have…well, read it anyway. It's wonderful.) Anyway, the title…I couldn't come up with anything better. I'm sorry. I'm also sorry for the chapter name. I couldn't resist.

Narratives From the Edge

Chapter One: Acquisition of Approximation

"I love my morning emails," Psyche Out spoke aloud to himself as he opened up his email program and began downloading the morning's messages. "Hmmm…'English Class'…must be another joke from Cousin Vinnie…" He opened the message and began to read. He didn't get far before a grin spread out over his face. "This might just work!"


"What makes you think this is going to work any better than your previous ideas?" Roadblock questioned after he read the computer printout. "They can't even eat together in the same room."

"A cooperative writing exercise is a good idea. We get the X-Men and the Misfits together and pair them off and have them work together to write a coherent story. If two of each team can get together, that may be the first step toward the teams getting along," Psyche Out justified. "Even a small step is good at this point. If even two of the kids—not including Lance and Kitty—get along, it would be worth it."

"He has a point," Spirit sighed. "It's worth a shot. The worst that could happen is yet another fight breaking out."

"Fine, I'll call Xavier to see what he thinks," Roadblock agreed. "This is going to be a disaster. I know it."


"Let me make sure I got this straight. The Misfits are coming over, and we know that they're coming over. So what are we still doing here? Why not just leave and avoid them altogether?" Rogue questioned as she sat with the other X-Men in the large yard behind the mansion.

"Because sooner or later you will all need to get along," Xavier replied, his voice tinged with patience. "And Psyche Out apparently thinks he's found the way to make that happen."

"Full frontal lobotomies for the Misfits?" Bobby suggested.

"Very funny, Icicle," Todd stated as he and the other Misfits materialized in the yard. "You're the one that needs it, not us."

"That's what you think."

"Knock it off, both of you," Beach Head snapped. "I'm really not in the mood to listen to the two of you argue."

"What are you doing here?" Ororo questioned, surprised to see the surly Joe anywhere near the Misfits.

"I was asking that question myself," he grumbled.

"We thought that this exercise might be of some help to him as well," Psyche Out explained. "If everyone would just take a seat, I'll explain the assignment." He waited a few moments for everyone to take a seat before passing out sheets of paper and beginning his little therapy session. "Yesterday I received an email that told of a cooperative writing assignment that was used in a Creative Writing class. That assignment is as follows. 'Each person will pair off with someone else. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. Your partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will add a third paragraph, and so on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story consistent. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached.'"

"And you want us to do this?" Lance asked. "Why?"

"To teach you all cooperation," Psyche Out explained again. "I have taken the liberty of deciding who will be teamed up with who. When I call off your names, please take some paper and team up with your partner and begin the assignment. You have all day."

"This is going to be fun," Carly stated.

"No need to be sarcastic," the shrink soothed.

"I think she was serious," Althea replied.

"She is," Adam confirmed. "This isn't good."

"May I please continue? Thank you," Psyche Out said before reading off the list amidst groans.

Scott was partnered with Althea, Jean with Todd, Rogue with Pietro, and Kurt with Wanda. Not too much further from them were Bobby and Fred, Kitty and Adam, Remy and Xi, and Beach Head and Carly. Every one of them had taken care to stay away from the last partner team: Lance and Peter.

The adults looked around at the pairings then looked at Psyche Out.

"I'm sensing doom now more than ever," Roadblock groaned. "Lance and Peter?"

"I'll prep the med lab," Hank muttered, heading off into the mansion.

"Why is Beach Head partnered with Carly?" Xavier asked.

"He needs to learn to get along with his 'daughter,'" Low Light snickered. "I'm finally free!"

"We'll be lucky if there are no deaths," Roadblock stated. "I'll call and put Lifeline on alert."

Again, I need your help. The only partner-ing I have a concrete story idea for is (surprise, surprise) Lance and Peter. The others I need help with. So send in your ideas for what each character would be most likely to write. I even need help with Adam and Carly. So let me know what you want to see and you'll more than likely see it.