St. Patrick's Day Madness
Hey folks! L1701E here! I may be half-English, but I'm willing to do a St. Patrick's Day fic for all my Irish fans because I love them! So here's a silly little St. Patty's Day fic for you starring the X-Men and our favorite two teams of mutant heroes, the Misfits! Here we go!
It's Profile Time again! This time, we look at everyone's favorite sailor, the King of the Seven Seas, the one, the only, Shipwreck! (Thanks to the filecard section of YoJoe.com
Shipwreck
Real Name: Hector X. Delgado
Grade: CPO (Chief Petty Officer)
Primary Military Specialty: Gunners Mate, Navy SEAL
Secondary Military Specialty: Machinist
Birthplace: Chula Vista, CA
Note: Shipwreck possesses a rare genetic quirk: Even though he has no X-Gene, Shipwreck is naturally immune to telepathy.
Bio: Growing up in the shadow of the San Diego Navy Yards, it was obvious Shipwreck desired to do nothing else but become a sailor. At the youngest age legally, Shipwreck immediately signed up for the Navy. He would serve with distinction despite his obnoxiousness, big mouth, lack of respect towards authority, and tendency to go get drunk and start a fight everywhere he went. His character flaws are almost overlooked by the fact he never backs down, he's a tough and nails, and he's a good friend. When he went to GI Joe, he was appalled by the lack of Navy expertise. On a mission, he met a mutated Cobra stormtrooer named Mara and fell in love with her. He would eventually sire five kids by her: East Coast Misfit leader Althea "Wavedancer" Delgato, Brittany, Quinn, and Daria, the mega-genius psychics known collectively as Trinity, and the half-human half-seal Claudius. However, Mara was horrified by Claudius's physical mutation and left Shipwreck for an Atlantean noble. Althea and Shipwreck do still feel some bitterness towards her for that. However, when he met the X-Men, Shipwreck developed a crush on Storm, much to her distaste.
Chapter 1: Baseball Brawl!
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"WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! AAAAAGH!!!! STAAAAAAAAARCHIIIIILLLLLD!!!!" Scott Summers's voice erupted from the X-Mansion. "YOU MADE ME FALL OFF THE ROOF AGAIN!!"
"Sorry, dude." Paul Starr helped Scott up. They were just outside the Mansion. "I guess my watch is acting up."
"I hate you, you know that?" Scott grumbled under his breath.
"Huh?" Paul asked. "Hey, you know St. Patrick's Day is coming? Better get something green or you'll get pinched all over the place. I got a nice green shirt for the occasion."
"Starchild, why don't you make yourself useful and--" Scott started to mock, when he was interrupted.
"BABY!!!!!!!" Tabby squealed. She tackled Paul, shoving Scotty into the fountain in the process.
I hate that Starchild! I hate him I hate him I hate him I HATE HIM!!!!!! Scott fumed. Meanwhile, Rahne, Theresa, Tommy, Kyle, Randy, Toshi, and Terrell of the West Coast Misfits decided to pay a visit.
"Hey guys." Beast said to the California-based Misfit team as he watched the television.
"Hey Beast. Has Daddy arrived yet?" Theresa asked.
"No, Banshee and Moira haven't arrived yet." Beast said.
"I'm so nervous." Rahne gulped. "Probably Moira's worried sick about me."
"You write to her every day! You worry to much, girl!" Terrell grinned. He then noticed something. "Hey! Where's Kyle?"
"IF YA SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL…" A certain Boston accent proclaimed. Thunder cracked, making Scott scream in pain. "WHAT THE THUNDERBOLT…" Thunder cracked again, accompanied by more Scott screaming. "IS COOKIN'!!!!!!!" Lightning blasted the doors down, and Kyle marched in, carrying a replica WWE Championship belt, circa 1997. He jumped on the couch and imitated the Rock's turnbuckle pose.
"Ky-le! Ky-le! Ky-le! Ky-le! Ky-le! Ky-le!" Velocity, Shark Man, and Rictor chanted, pumping their fists in the air.
Once again, Kyle Wildfire makes a complete moron of himself. Toshiro Yashida, clad in a red t-shirt with some Japanese symbols on the sleeves, and black slacks, waved his arms in mild annoyance. Kyle pulled a small microphone from his jacket.
"FINALLY…THE THUNDERBOLT HAS COME BACK TO THE XAVIER INSTITUTE!!!!" Kyle crowed amidst Tommy, Terrell, and Randy's chanting. Jean noticed this along with Jake.
"Your brother is nuts, you know that?" Jean said to Jake.
"Could be worse." Jake shrugged. He then noticed something. The windows in the front of the Xavier Institute were busted, and a charred Scott staggered in.
"Help meeeeeeeeeee…" He whimpered in a high pitched voice.
"Where are the adults?" Ace asked.
"Getting plastered out of their minds in Xavier's office. C'mon. Let's go watch the baseball game." Jake waved. He, Jean, and the assembled West Coast Misfits walked out to the baseball game. It was a team of combined East Coast/West Coast Misfits versus a team of X-Men. Craig was umpire. The X-Men constantly questioned his calls. They weren't used to a Misfit umpire that called it fair. Nightcrawler was at first, Shadowcat was at second, Peter was at bat. The catcher was Starchild, X23 was first baseman, Pietro was in the outfield, Ace was second baseman, Lance pitched, and Wanda was third baseman.
"Kennedy Kennedy Kennedy Kennedy Kennedy Kennedy Kennedy swing, batta! Swing batta batta batta swing!" Paul teased innocently. "Take me out to the ball game, take me out to the crowd, buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jacks…" Paul sang, delighting most of the X-Girls. A squealing Paige held up a sign that said "Ace Rules!" Colossus was getting annoyed.
"Paul, shut up!" Colossus snapped. "Hey!" Jean, Dani, Tabby, Amara, and Rogue started throwing things at him. "Agh!" He held up his bat. "Hey, watch it! OW!!" Lance beaned the big Russian. "YOU JERK!!!"
"Lance, once more time and you're out of the game!" Craig snapped, doing the "You're out" gesture.
"Hey, how do we know you didn't signal him?!" Peter snapped. Craig threw off his catcher's mask.
"Watch it, Colossus! I'm getting pretty sick and tired of you questioning my calls! Either you quick being a brat or I throw you out!" Craig snapped back. The two mutants glared at each other, then went back to their original positions. Craig pointed at Lance in a warning way. Lance nodded reluctantly. He threw the ball, and Peter missed. "Strike 2!"
"WHAT?! YOU CALLED THAT ON PURPOSE!!!! IT WAS A BALL!!!" Peter yelled at Craig.
"THAT'S IT!!!" Craig roared. "YOU'RE OUT OF HERE!!!!" Jake sighed at that statement.
"Here we go." Jake looked at his watch. "3…2…1…" He heard a brawl. "I knew it. Right on time." He watched the brawl and then looked up to the window of Xavier's office. He heard drunken singing.
"Weeeee-ellll, well it's the BIG SHOW!!! Yes, it's a big, big show tonight, y'all! Yeah! It's the Big Show…" The adults sang drunkenly.
"You know the teachers are plastered when they start singing wrestling theme songs." Jake chuckled.
Well, some Pre-St. Patty's Day madness for you! What madness will happen next? Will any bad guys attack? Will anyone go to the hospital? Will Banshee and Moira arrive? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!