Water Lines
A series about Bobby and Jamie, as a couple. And damn, they're cute. [McDragon's Memo: this series was recommended by Kate Bolin!]
Whistling, Bobby started down the sidewalk, hands still in his pockets, blue eyes taking in all the scenery. Ahead, someone was goofing off on one of the pier supports. A small crowd had gathered, laughing, and Bobby smiled. The police would come tell the man to get off the support in a moment, but in the meantime it looked like he was doing very fake, very slow tai chi.

Bobby's smile turned into a grin, and he sauntered closer, cocking his head to watch the figure in the brown trenchcoat. In fact, he realized, stopping, that figure looked awfully familiar. It looked like . . .

"Jamie Madrox?" Bobby called, pitching his voice to hover above the crowd.

The figure jerked and twisted around, trying to see who had called his name--and then overbalanced.

Bobby made a dash for the edge, but much too late as a splash could be heard. Bobby, cringing, peered over the side of the rail. "Sorry," he called when Jamie (and another Jamie) emerged, sputtering.

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In this series, Rictor and Shatterstar work on getting their acts together, and become an item. Sort of. (Formerly the 'Touching' stories.) [Rated R for graphic sex and violence. It's X-Force. C'mon.]
"I love clubbing."

"Why?"

Why. Now that was a good question. "I like dancing," he said, slowly. The women were nice, although that wasn't the biggest draw. He liked seeing 'Star in something other than combat gear. Yes. That was a safe enough thought. He looked down again. Then back up at Shatterstar. "I like your pants."

Stand Alone stories Note that some stand-alones became series. Es. Seriesi? Whatever. Anyway, when they become series, they get their own page and put above. Matchmaking Mizzmarvel asked me to write a story about Jamie Madrox and Rictor being set up on a blind date. this was the result. (Link will take you to Seeing Double; hit your back button to return here.) They regarded each other, Jamie still with a book in one hand, Rictor still standing. "What are you doing here?" Jamie asked, finally. Rictor ground his teeth. "Nothing. You?" "Nothing." Drabbles Ficlets, scenes, just random crack that aren't ever whole stories, but I wanted to write anyway. Sam didn't have a normal life. He knew this. He knew this the way he knew he had five toes on each foot, and the way he knew that his mother would call him every Sunday to ask him if he'd gone to church, and then say "well, next week" when he told her he hadn't. He had accepted this. Embraced it, even. Nothing really could surprise him anymore (aside from Logan coming roaring out of his room with bright pink hair, but Sam was pretty sure that was Bobby's doing anyway. More sure when he found Bobby in ice-form, afraid to change back because he'd have a scent, but unable to stop giggling.). Sam was proud of his ability to remain unfazed in the face of danger. In fact, he could even be eloquent. (He'd even managed a, "New hairdo?" to Logan that day, though Logan had only growled and snikted.) Gladiator When Colossus is captured, he makes an unusual ally. Much "I really can't believe this is happening" ensues for our poor Russian. [Ultimate X-Men] Someone threw himself into the arena. Three men jumped after him, wrestled him to the ground, and hauled him out a door in the side Peter hadn't even seen. It was then that Peter realized what it was the crowd was chanting. Shatterstar. Shatterstar. Shatterstar. And The World Trembled Rictor's powers manifest, and he ends up captured by the Right, an anti-mutant group set to destroy mutants. As close to cannon as I could piece together. [Rated PS-13, or maybe R, for violence and child abuse.] His mind was fuzzy when he woke. His tongue was thick. It was dark; darker than he'd ever seen it. Not even the stars could lighten it up. Then he remembered the police, and realized he must be in jail. He couldn't stop the shaking, but at least this time it was only him, not the world, that trembled. That was when he realized his arms were bound. They didn't tie you up in jail. He was sure of it. Rubber Ducky Co-written with Paradoqz, this is a silly bit of fluff. "Bribing Remy," Bobby murmured somberly, pulling out a velvet fold and unwrapping it tenderly, "a fifty-year-old bottle of scotch. Stolen from Logan." He smiled and pulled out three slivers of metal, eyeing them in the light before inserting them into the doorlock. "Buying Victoria's Secret catalogues? Five bucks. Bribing Jubilee to put them in Rogue's room to get her out of the house? Thirty bucks. And pictures." The door clicked quietly and swung open. Bobby stood, posing reverently at the threshold. "Getting into Rogue's bedroom, unseen, for a panty raid?" He smiled and turned to Hank. "Priceless." Hank grinned. Remote Co-written with Dex, this is a story about a man and his dog. Or two men and their remote. (This story is on Seeing Double; hit the back button on your browser to return to this page.) "Rahney could find the remote," Guido interrupted. "Where is she?" "I have no idea," Jamie answered. "But we could call her. Got any Scooby Snacks?" Rahne's World Co-written with Dex, it's a PAD-factor story about going to the movies. Lorna would kill him if he allowed Jamie and Guido to make them go to 'Wayne's World'. Mad enough that he probably wouldn't have sex until the new millennium. That he certainly could not allow. Grey Poupon Co-written with Dex, this is about a PAD-Factor emergency: no Grey Poupon (Again, on another page, hit the back button). "Pardon me, but do you have any Grey Poupon? Of course it's an emergency. How else am I going to finish my sandwich? I remember that this base was supposed to be catered. Uh-huh. Yeah? Bye." Guido switched his phone off. "Neither she nor the congressional panel had any," Guido said sheepishly. Jamie and Guido's Excellent Adventure Co-written with Paradoqzand Redhawk, this was written for one of the DexCon writing excersizes. Jamie and Guido go looking for Fruity Drinks, and find Dog-Roach people instead (On another page, hit the back button). And then the roof fell on him. Clearly the result of substandard building codes. They really ought to look into that sometime. Teen Two: Dark Reflections Aaron Thall's Teen Two characters (an original--Tornado--and Jubilee) meet up with my character, Shakti, to fight a villain. This was the Very First story I ever wrote. “What took ya so long?” “I stopped to pick up that kid you knocked over,” he said dryly, watching her from under his eyebrows. “I gave fair warning,” she shrugged. “Jube, ‘move or die’ isn’t exactly what I’d call fair warning.” One Month of Terror Banshee and the White Queen are sent on vacation, and the X-Men have to baby-sit Generation X. Written when GenX was still new. "Chocolate Coated Sugar Bombs are hardly a nutritious breakfast. Not to mention the fact that they are coated in sugar and will rot your teeth." "Thanks, Timmy the Tooth." Jubilee muttered. "This is a serious subject, Jubilation. Sugar in itself is bad enough. For breakfast it's almost criminal. You shouldn't be taking this lightly. Do ou want to have all your teeth pulled out?" "Is this a trick question?" Jubilee eyed him. The Problem With Being An X-Man A poem that discusses the downfall of superhero-ing. And just when things start going right you find some awful fact; Maggie’s Joseph, Penny’s gone, and Maggot here is whacked. An . . . Er . . . Holiday Season Carol Sinister stars in this . . . unique . . . re-make of the classic tale. Mr. Sinister, world renowned scientist and to-some-people-renown super-bad-guy-villain, was sick. Not just a little sick, like you get when it’s cold out. Not even a lot sick, like you get when you’ve been standing naked in a snowstorm for three theys and two nights with a dog. No, he was thoroughly, unhappily, unglorifiyingly sick. The Child of Evil Series Focuses on one boy, Max, and his fight to survive. Rated strongly PG-13, with individual stories occasionally above or below that rating. A strange light entered his eyes as he watched the liquid plummet from his hands, and he smiled slightly. The water off his hands was running red, and for a moment she tried to tell herself that he’d gotten cut. But he never got cut. Ever. She didn’t know why. And the shadow of a dark and ugly thought that had been nagging at her for the past two years started to resurface again. The Love of His Life Written because Mica challenged me to write a romance. This is a romance. Really. Logan moved away, almost shyly, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Well . . . I was watching old mystery movies one day--you know the ones, with lines like "the dame walked in, all blond and red dress"? I was watching those, and the leading character kept saying "bub." And I thought, what a cute and charming word! So I've used it ever since." That Feminine Mystique A serious response to the challenge Mica set for me, to write a romance (preferably with her favorite character, Wolverine). Logan was out of his chair and across the bar even as he saw her pull away in disgust, and the man's hand tighten on her hair to hold her closer. Logan's fist plowed into the man's face, and only then did he realize that the woman had slid out of her seat and kneed the creep at the same moment. The man made a strangled noise, and fell away. Logan's mouth twitched upward, and he looked at the woman.

Challenge Responses We're Not In Dimension Three Anymore, Kris Kielle's challenge: Write yourself, realistically, into a Generation X story. Discontinued [Missing] It's All Up To Me Falstaff's challenge: Start a fic with the line: "I go away for a week and the world goes to Hell." Jean sighed. “I know, Phoenix,” she said tiredly, her hands still in chains as fire lipped at her feet. “And I’m sorry. Really. If I had thought that we’d get sent to Hell--” “Not just you,” Phoenix said, enjoying seeing the X-Men squirm. “But you got the entire WORLD sent to Hell! Come on, say it with me! You sent the world to Hell!” Remember Kaylee's challenge: "Write something that will blow me away." Do you know who I am? Do you know how I fight for you, every chance I get? Leadership Same challenge by Em-Spider. There was just something about sitting in a pile of ripe doggy doo that wasn't very fun. Once Upon A Time Alicia's storyteller's challenge: write a future where the X-Men were fodder for stories. The world was young then. It was green, and peaceful. Oh, sure, they had some wars, but nothing like the ones we have today. Bodies weren't lying, rotting in the streets. The days were mostly drowsy afternoons, and few people froze to death before they woke. In this era of warmth and light, there was a sword. New Maids, Old Jobs and General Torment The Neon Nurse's challenge to write a story containing the sayings she listed. The sayings, all 61 of them, are listed at the bottom of the story. Bobby had heard about Jubilee's new job. Personally, he thought it was hilarious. And, with that thought firmly in mind, headed down to see her. Well, headed down to harass her. To Fly With The Spirits Kaylee's challenge: write under a different name and see if you still get feedback. "I have homework," I said quickly, then ducked out of the room and into my own bedroom. I turned and locked the door, then smiled and stretched. I put down my bookbag and sat in my favorite chair, then closed my eyes and . . . Left.

Holiday Stories Not In The Plan! Val, an angel, has to go make sure that GenX has a good Christmas. But, really, this is *GenX* we're talking about! My name is Val. This is my story. Hey, that sounds cool! What? Oh, yeah my story. Anyway, it's Christmas time. Not that that matters, but sometimes it's nice to know the setting. Pigeons Bobby Drake ponders his life at Christmas time. Written barely an issue before Bishop disappeared. "Here here, you're chasing my birds away!" a woman cried from her spot on the bench. "And your face is ruining the whole picture. If you must ruin it, at least sit down so I can look around you." The 12th Day of Christmas Generation X celebrates Christmas. [McDragon's memo: this story was originally written as a Gen13 story. It was longer, and much better, and there's stuff there that isn't here. I recommend it. Read it here.] "I think he's coming around. Ange? Can you hear me?" Jubilee peered into his face worriedly. "RuBbEr DuCkY, YoU'Re ThE OnE. YoU MakE BaThTimE So MuCh FuN . . ." Paige looked at the others doubtfully. "I think we better let him rest a little more." "Um . . . the tree is falling again," Leech pointed out. Twas the Night Before X-Mas The poem, changed to fit GenX. "Santa is coming, He'll be here right quick!" Jubie eyed Paige. She was making her sick. Better Watch Out Bobby's Christmas, 2002 in Ultimate X-Men. (Written before #12) "I was supposed to go home. I had to tell my parents that Chuck was keeping me over vacation, because I did bad on my test scores." [Bobby] watched for a reaction, but there was none from the man beside him. "I didn't, of course." He laughed nervously. "You don't slack off the homework when your prof is a telepath." He rubbed his upper arms, more out of habit than any sense of cold. "I wanted to go home, but--" "Get inside." Wolverine tucked the binoculars back into the pouch on his belt and in a single stride was off the ramp of the jet, into waist-deep snow.

Universe stories Stories that occur in a universe created by someone else. Subreality Cafe: Critters If you don't know what the Subreality Cafe is, go to CFAN Central and find out! If you do, well, this is the story of all the pet-fictives that people forget! "N'Gari, if you'll read the minutes of the last meeting?" N'Gari flapped up to the bar stool (which was used as a podium) and got out his papers, putting his glasses on while being careful not to get mud on the seat from his new red Nikes. "Welcomed newbies. Pulled Lion off of Gambit the cat. Pulled Lion off of me. Pulled Lion off of Lewis." he stopped and looked up. "I think we outta chain Lion to the wall." SC: When A Critter Can't Have A Meeting part 1 and part 2 The sequel to Critters, this was inspired by a story by Abyss that mentioned how irritated the Manager was after the last Critter meeting. "Order! Order! Order in the alley! If you guys don’t shut up," Lockheed screeched, waving his short arms about and flapping his wings, "I’ll call the vet!" With that statement, silence descended. "That’s better. Now, we’re skipping reading the minutes ‘cause every time N’Gari does that," he glared at the green beast that was about his size, "Someone ends up trying to kill someone else." SC: The Blue Lounge The youthfully challenged get their own lounge in Subreality. And there, in the doorway, resplendent in her wrinkles, wearing them as a badge of eligibility, stood Merry the Gimmick Girl, also known around those parts as--The Blue Lounge Bouncer. A most formidable one, too. The crowd around the doorway was sure to keep all walkers and canes out of her reach, for everyone knew that if they came too close Merry would retaliate without concern for the safety of the people around her. A Special Kinda Birthday Written in the Kinda series, found at Mooksville, Earth, Bobby finds out it's Remy's birthday, and just can't be persuaded that birthday people don't need gifts! "Ack!" she said, rather eloquently considering it was an 'ack.' Jubilee twisted back out of the bedroom, closing her eyes tightly against the image within. "Can't you two hang a warning outside your door for poor souls like me?" Jubilee shouted, leaning back against the wall. "That is downright traumatic! Bad enough with Scott and Jean at it all the time, now you two have to start . . . it's like seeing my parents!" A Brief Kinda Interlude An alternate version of Kaylee's Kinda Mooks, set after "Any Kinda Breath." Just a short one. "You waitin' f'r someone?" Remy asked, red eyes flickering to the light brown hair. "Yup. But he's really late." Remy made clucking noises and shook his head. "Shame on him. Leavin' a handsome young t'ing like y'self alone." The other man lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "It's okay. He's worth the occasional mishap."