Fan fiction

**BAMF!** · December 20th, 2000, 05:39 AM

KICK A@@!!!SLARTI...GARBLE that was phenomenal!

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:<HR>Originally posted by Slartibartfast:
[BJust a little closer, Mystique. His son's face on that smug bitch rankled; it was helping him focus his rage.

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KICK A@@ SLARTIBARTFAST!

I was starting to believe we'd kind of written ourselves into a corner with the body-switch thing. GARBLE youre installment not only gave an AMAZING explanation but provided a FANTASTIC set-up for the next installment !
(Dude you have the BEAST down pat!)

WOW!

BAMF!

**Rex Luscus** · December 20th, 2000, 10:19 PM

Wow, this is great, guys. Forget the comics. Seriously. Anyone read Ultimate X-Men, by the way? Well, whatever--no Kurt there smile

This is where it's at.

-Rex

**Slartibartfast** · December 21st, 2000, 02:49 AM

Thanks guys. Now, Rex, BAMF!, it's your guys turns!
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**Spatula Gal** · December 21st, 2000, 03:05 AM

I have to say, as much as I am enjoying this story I hope Kurt gets turned back into his fuzzy-guy self soon. I'm just not as into Mystique as a lot of people.

I like you're installment Garble. I got a chuckle out of Kurt's irritableness.

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**Rex Luscus** · December 21st, 2000, 05:11 AM

That was tight! Great installment, Slar. I wanna play! I've got an exam tomorrow, but I promise as soon as I get out of it I'll start working on a segment.

-Rex

**Slartibartfast** · December 21st, 2000, 05:27 AM

Danke, Rex! I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with! Good luck on that test!

Tomorrow promises to be a long, boring eight hours so I'm brainstorming for fuzzy ideas. I plan to do some serious fic writing. I'm also thinking about that other fic I posted a while back and what to do with that. It could just stand alone, I suppose.

Ya know, I honestly never wrote fiction at all, let alone fan fic, before this but now I can't stop. I read a lot and I tried a couple stories but I never finished them. I guess Kurt is my muse. Weird, ain't I.
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**Slartibartfast** · December 21st, 2000, 04:41 PM

Your wish is my command, Spatch. I actually wrote this yesterday during one of my previously stated bored periods at work. I really don't care for Mystique much myself, so let's get rid of one of her!

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"All right...this should work."

"Should?"

"I hope you're joking, mein freund."

"I'm trying to reverse engineer a metagenic serum that I've never even seen! This is the best I can do in two days. In all my simulations it works perfectly," Hank held the hypodermic up to the light, twisting it and squinting into its depths. "You still have your own DNA, Kurt. But, you have a bit of Mystique's also, plus something else I can't identify. I'm trying to strip her power away but leave you intact, it isn't easy."

"You're sure this will work," Kurt perched nervously on the side of the dusty, overstuffed chair. "I can stay this way a bit longer if it will help. I would hate to be scrambled like an egg."

Despite the situation, Kitty smothered a giggle; it looked so silly for Mystique's form to adopt that gargoyle-like pose. She was so tired.

Hank skewered them with a blue eye. "It will work."

Kurt sighed, hopping down from the chair. "Let's get on with it then. If I become a pile of blue goo it will be on your head; I know your track record with experimental formulas, Beast."

Hank smirked at Kurt?s jibe and began hooking monitors to him as he sat down on the bed. Kitty walked to him, pulling a chair behind her. She would be here with him, whatever happened. Hank had warned her it may not be pleasant, but she couldn't abandon him.

"These monitors are just a precaution," he said. "If something goes wrong I have a neutralizer that will stop the process in its tracks."

"That's what I meant about the egg..." Kurt muttered, lying down and settling himself amongst the wires. A worried crease formed between Mystique?s eyebrows.

They had hidden him in an unused portion of the mansion. After the interruption in the morgue it was clear that a new hiding place was called for. Storm had barged in, demanding to know the cause of Mystique?s death. Kurt had almost given the game away with his muffled yelp as Kitty slammed the cadaver drawer shut. Hank soothed her as best he could, telling her that because of Mystique?s power her body had begun to decompose quickly. Kitty nodded fervently, her nose crinkled in faux distaste. Storm had looked at the drawer for a long moment before she relaxed and asked Kitty and Hank to come back to the medlab with her; Kurt was ready to talk, she had said.

The real Kurt had not been at all happy to be left in the drawer and had quickly 'ported out, much to Hank and Kitty?s dismay when they returned for him. Kurt had been waiting in the shadows for them and decided to let them sweat a bit before revealing himself with a cough.

"Danke, mein freunden, as much as I appreciated being left in that stinky, cold drawer," he had said with a fake smile. "It did give me time to come up with a plan. Come, I think I know just the place to hide."

Kurt?s idea had been a good one. The doors to the room they now occupied had been sealed long ago by the professor for some mysterious reason. The only way in or out was Kitty's phasing or Kurt's teleportation. It was unlikely that anyone would hear them, or figure out where they were.

"Are you ready?"

"Ja."

Kitty reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked up at her, Mystique's eyes wide with fear. She watched the Adam's apple travel up and down his throat with his nervous swallows.

"Injecting." Hank intoned unnecessarily as he slid the needle into Kurt's vein.

For a moment nothing happened. The room was silent, save for Kurt's rapid breathing and the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Suddenly his hand clamped down on hers painfully. The monitor went wild as his body thrashed. Kitty threw herself across him, attempting to hold him down as Hank rushed to the monitors. She phased her hand free.

"What's happening!" Kitty's voice was shrill with fear.

"Well, nothing, really," Hank straightened his glasses and studied the readouts intently. "This reaction is within the parameters of my simulations. It just looks bad, sorry." He smiled at her sympathetically.

His convulsions slowed and Kitty retreated to her chair, pulling his hand back with her. As she closed her fingers around his she felt a wave of energy pass through his body.

He began to change before her startled eyes. His face shimmered and Mystique's features became harder, the lines more masculine. His hair shortened, darkening to its customary blue-black. His lips, peeled back in a grimace, exposed lengthening canine teeth. She looked up into Hank's round eyes.

"Fascinating..." he murmured.

Kurt's breathing slowed and she looked down at the hand in hers. Flesh squirmed as fingers melted together and reformed. She watched, enchanted and repulsed at once, as the hand became familiar again.

Hank ran his eyes slowly down the figure on the bed and let out his breath. He hadn't realized he had been holding it.

"Three fingers, three toes and a tail," he beamed at Kitty's stunned face. "It's a boy!"

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There. Now I really won't do anything else until a few other people get a chance.
'kay b'bye
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**BAMF!** · December 21st, 2000, 06:46 PM

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:<HR>Originally posted by Slartibartfast:

Despite the situation, Kitty smothered a giggle; it looked so silly for Mystique's form to adopt that gargoyle-like pose. She was so tired. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

LOL! I wanna draw this!

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:<HR> "Let's get on with it then. If I become a pile of blue goo it will be on your head; I know your track record with experimental formulas, Beast." <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

HA!

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:<HR> Hank ran his eyes slowly down the figure on the bed and let out his breath. He hadn't realized he had been holding it.

"Three fingers, three toes and a tail," he beamed at Kitty's stunned face. "It's a boy!" <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

LMAO! YaY! Kurt's back! biggrin

Pure genius SLARTI! REX I'm eagerly looking forward to your installment...
I have something in mind but I think I'll wait a bit...you guys are spoiling me with your incredible installments!

P.S. SPATULA I want more CULINARY- X!

BAMF!

**ovenmitboy** · December 21st, 2000, 10:57 PM

Thank god, I have just managed to get one finger out from under The Evil Mit's restraints, I just had to write something here, you guys are doing such a great job I just had to play

You've all heard the expression "I know it like the back of my hand" ya? Well do you really? Have you ever sat down and really studied what is in front of you all of your life? No, neither had I until I was stuck in the form of someone else's body. Now that I have it back I am more than happy to see, touch and cherish what God has given me. Even if mine is just a little more unique than everybody else's!

"So?"

"Well Hank my friend, if I wasn't worried about you and me getting stuck together like velcro, I would probably be kissing you right now!"

"I think this will be the first time I shall be blessing my stars and garters for my fuzzy exterior."

"You should be so lucky" Ah, Kathryn, what could I say to her that could possibly express how I feel for her. She was the only one that I could trust, and more than that she was the only one that trusted me. For that I will always be in her debt. I just hope my eyes express what I am feeling and by the look on her face, they do.

"And what know?" It is always the "fun loving" Beast that brings us all back to Earth with a bump "We still have the problem of an impostor Nightcrawler in the mansion, and one missing feral friend, a conundrum of mensa proportions."

"So Kurt, any ideas? I'm sure you still remember how to be our fearless leader?"

Oh how I would like to be back in those days. Excalibur, Muir Island ... Moira. Already it seems like such a long time ago. I shouldn?t be regretful as I chose to leave Excalibur behind, but Moira she was different. She had no choice like I did, she was taken from us, and for that my mother has to pay. "I am going to do the only thing I can do Katzchen. Something I should have done a long time ago. I am finally going to confront my mother."

"What's all this 'I' business Kurt? WE are in this together now, and WE are going to get out of it, okay?"

"Well I don't think 'we' or 'I' will have any choice on that matter I'm afraid-" Before the Beast can even finnish his sentence the doors that we thought were permanently sealed burst open with such furiosity none of us can stay on our feet. It seems even welded six inch steel doors aren't even a match for hurricane force winds!

If it wasn't for Kitty's quick thinking by phasing us through the debris we would all be with Moira right now. That's twice in one day she has saved my life. But the explotion only caused temporary wounds, what I hear next will wound me for a long time to come. Before I even regain my focus I begin to hear my own voice talking back to me:

"...see? What did I tell you? She has taken my guise. And I will also bet my tail, that they are neither the Beast or Shadowcat but other members of the Brotherhood disguised using Masterminds trickery."

?Is this true?" No, Storm, please don't be taken in by her lies.

"Show yourself impostors" Peter, no, not you too. There is only one way to do this, show them that I trust them, show myself so they know that they can trust me too. Here goes nothing...

"Please my friends, don't believe her. She is the impostor, you have to believe me"

Okay so that's my bit, I don't know why I decided to do it from the first person but it was kinda fun ... Oh no, Evil Mit is coming back ... No sir I wasn't typing anything ... yes, you are my daddy ... What are you putting peanut butter on that for? .... Nooooooo

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[This message has been edited by ovenmitboy (edited December 21, 2000).]