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Misfit au (the start)

N/A: I´d say redemption for characters is good if is earned, not every evil character should or can be the good guy, but, if DC can make Harley the good guy...why not the others?

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The weather is humid and is giving the impression of noir, as someone is running from prison, which, ironic, is the perfect feeling for this night to a certain group. The government of the US is sending their top agents to retrieve the fugitive, dead or alive, sadly for them, the fugitives are still missing.

"Miss Weller" the captain is talking with his boss "the Suicide Squad is still unknown" the captain speak uneasily as the general and the other men are searching in the dark for something that may be already out of the state, only God can know what those freaks can do.

"Captain Smith, retrieve your men right now, at this point, find them will be impossible, let´s clean our steps" is a silent order with many implications and the Captain understand what his real command is as the man shoot the scientists and their assists.

"The operation is cancelled" the Captain explained as many scientists are shoot "there´s no register of Suicide Squad"

Meanwhile, the fugitives are in the sewer, much to their dismay, the old cliche of comic books ended up saving their lives. Columbina, Blink, Ice Woman, Polaris, War Path and Croc Man are walking in the sewer and watching rats and crocodiles(an Urban Legend, but, this is New Gotham) alike without caring.

"So" Columbina  speaks breaking the silence "we went to magical electroshock that should have killed us, but, manage to take the chip in our minds, without giving any sequela, and we´re here...in the sewer, full of dirty water" Columbina speaks as she has a hard time to believe in anything that just happened, well, in a sense, Columbina needs to believe in order to keep her sanity.

Polaris, being the one with any source of light, as the sewer was never designed to have light, even in New Gotham " No, what impressed me is the someone design this" she points the sewer " to be bigger enough to any person or meta-human to walk freely, but, they refuse to put lights"

"Sometimes, we got to wonder," Columbine said "how self-aware is New Gotham truly is"

Tori only sighs and complains about taxes. "Seriously, I do my taxes for that?!"

Blink intervene "we´re under the Suicide Squad, no one pays taxes, ironically, this has to be the only advantage the government ever give to us"

Warpath watches the two women complain about taxes and government, as Kitty is finding amazing how they went through electroshock and their hair doesn´t even look messy. And Dr Croc really wants a beer.

"What" the Apache man speaks gaining the attention of the others " we will do now? Return for our old lives? Do we have this option?"

Kitty said nothing, neither did Polaris, as the green haired woman only speaks one line "I´m looking at a door, in the fucking sewer, and I can only say, only in New Gotham"

The silence rules of the group and the future is uncertain, Warpath is musing about the experience and the uncertainty of everything makes too real, freedom was a vague dream, and now, she´s offering many, many possibilities.

Freedom is at their hands and they still smell like they just get out of a sewer, well, they really did. And now, Polaris and the others are planning on what to do, New Gotham is dark now, and the sounds of sirens can be heard, is for them or for someone else?

People wearing hoods show up, speaking in a dialect that is akin to Chinese, Kitty deduces as she used to study languages before...Suicide Squad and the hood figures show weapons and are ready to fight.

Collective all they speak one thing. "Only in New Gotham" and quickly they all begin to fight with the hood figures, who, of course, know all the martial arts and magic one can think of, in the end, Suicide Squad wins over the hood figures as Columbina used her hammer to finishes the last enemy.

No blood or guts was meet, instead, only sand is left on the floor. "So, sand people are real?" Columbina asked and before she could receive an answer they are transported to a mansion.

Tori only sighs as she points out they are still in New Gotham, of course, in the Magical part. "When you´re rich why stay in the non-magical part of New Gotham? I hate rich people" Tori aka Ice Woman complains and War Path wonders what´s real anymore.

"Ah, finally, the Suicide Squad arrives" a new voice jolts them and they take a step back as Ra Al Ghoul is drinking wine and looking at them as a good host, everyone knows who Ra Al Ghoul is. Never make an enemy of this man. "Oh, please, don´t be afraid, if I´d want you dead you would be dead already"

"Thanks, that really breaks the ice," Kitty said and Tori resents that line. "But, why are we here?"

"I´ll explain, but, first, Lorna Dane Lesher, I owe you the biggest apology I can give " this surprise everyone, including Lorna herself, as no one expected this. Deep down, they are all thinking if Columbina is right and maybe the dirty water and the electroshock are a bad combination.

"Judge by all your confusing faces, I better explain myself, Lorna, your father, Erik Lesher was a good friend of mine, Magneto, the master of Magnetism, and when you went to live with your family by your mother´s side, Magneto asked me to keep an eye on you, you see," Ra paused for a moment and continues "he had many enemies and he wanted you, his only daughter, to be saved and have a normal life, I did the best I could, but, I was a fool to not think the government wouldn´t use someone with your abilities and for that I apologise" Ra finishes his speech and Lorna has no idea what to say. Lorna looks at Kitty and asked her, with her green eyes pleading and only that, to do something.

"Look," Kitty said "we went through hell, maybe you had seen many versions of hell" Ra agree he did, Kitty is not surprised "but, offer sand people to kill and apologies will do shit to our situation, we had no life, and nothing to grab on reality...I can´t speak by the others, but, I want revenge or justice, whatever appropriate word is need here, against the monsters who used me as a weapon, I want to kill them, and I´d not think you want to help us"

"But, Miss Pryde...I´d want to help" Ra speaks offering a smile "You all want to murder, and I can sympathise with revenge, but, I can give more than a shiny weapon, well, no one here needs a weapon, I can give you a cover"

Lorna now speaks, still shocked(in more ways than another) about the revelation and is gazing at Ra Al Ghoul "how can you help us?"

"And what this will cost us?" Kitty adds as no one would give big favour for free, especially someone like Ra Al Ghoul.

"I can give you the perfect cover, now, for the price...I just want everyone´s discretion" he offers in a velvet tone and the others take a minute to consider the option.

"Well, when the devil makes an offer and we have no other option and we just defeat sand people, why not?" Kitty said shrugging comically. Lorna has still no concrete idea of what to think right now, her father passed away and still surprises her even in the grave.

3 years later, one of the popular shows is "You´re wrong" is the most popular Talk show in the history of TV, only losing to "sketch TV" a show that introduces the news how people like and the fans and haters often point out many of the greatest or worst moments of the program, often using each moment to prove journalism is dead or is doing alright.

Few realize that Sketch TV is not a channel of journalism, is a comedy show, lead by Kitty Pryde, Tori Drake and Lorna Dane, Clarice Fong, James Jonathan Proudstar and Eric “Croc” James

"Ryder, careful" Vera speaks drinking her cup of coffee "you can be overshadowed by this Sketch TV"

"Vera, they are a comedy show," Ryder said a bit amused, but, as he´s looking at some of the old sketches, Kitty giving details about how a person can steal a diamond, something clicked in his mind "but life is a comedy" and he is off to investigate and prepare his next news.

[quintessentiallygifted]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Gifted (TV 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarice Fong/John Proudstar, Lorna Dane/Marcos Diaz Characters: Clarice Fong, John Proudstar, Marcos Diaz, Lorna Dane Additional Tags: Christmas Tree, Glitter Series: Part 9 of 12 days of X-mas oneshots; Underground Edition Summary:

When John agrees to watch Aurora, he’s unaware of just how messy decoration makinging truly is

John was transfixed watching her laugh at something Marcos said, it was breath taking the way her eyes crinkled slightly as a smile lit up her face. He couldn’t stop his own lips from twitching in response. There were so many things he should be doing, Christmas in the underground was always hectic. Between trying to create a sense of normality for the children, dealing with the drop in temperature and the never ending threats he had plenty of jobs to complete. However watching the children decorate the place, seeing the bleak outlook replaced by a sense of festive spirit was enlightening. The fact that he was sorely missing the Christmas spirit was irrelevant.

He was on his way to the study when he stopped and turned as he heard Lorna call him, carrying Aurora in her arms. The not so little baby gurgled, reaching for him. He smiled, easily supporting her as Lorna gratefully handed her over. “Thank god, I need a break” she huffed, examining the stain on her jumper. “Could you watch Aurora while I clean up and de-stress?”

John shifted Aurora, pulling back from the little hands which were reaching for his hair. “Of course. Take as much time as you need. We will start planning a supply run.“ He commented gently rocking Aurora as she kicked her legs.

Lorna smirked “Thanks, and good luck with that. She doesn’t like staying still.”

John chuckled. “Maybe we will go check out the Christmas tree instead.”

“Okay.” Lorna nodded. “I won’t be long.” She replied before rushing off. John watched Lorna leave before returning his attention to the little girl in his arms.

“C'mon Rory, lets go see how the Christmas decorating is going.” Lorna despised the nickname, often complaining she hadn’t had a boy specifically to avoid the name, but it had caught on fast with the younger kids until it was the norm. It was common knowledge to avoid using it when Lorna was around.

The underground was on its way to being decked out for Christmas. An assortment of decorations both scavenged and created were being put up.

Taking Aurora, he sat beside the tree Marcos had found, handing her a soft gingerbread ornament. It was one of the decorations Caitlin had taught the children to make.

Aurora gurgled as she waved it around, her hands flailing for anything within reach. One of her hands successfully latched onto the tree, John juggled her, gently trying to detach her hand. "Aurora,” he chided gently, “your going to bring the whole tree down.”

The girls got grip, and he has to be so gentle, her bones were fragile. Well everything was fragile to John and just as the tree starts to list, he senses someone appearing at his side, distracting Aurora and she lets go of the tree, instead reaching for a new object.

“I figured you could use some help” Clarice murmurs from beside him, a piece of tinsel in her hand which has enamored the infant.

“Thanks, she has Lorna’s stubbornness” he commented wryly as he turned to face her. Clarice hands Aurora the tinsel, the shiny object now the child’s entire focus.

"I can see that. She’s also as finicky as her mother. Hopefully she develops her father’s temperament.”

Their idle chatter is interrupted as Aurora started gurgling and kicking her feet. Caitlin walks by with some of the teenagers and younger children heading towards the crafts table that’s set up to create decorations and ornaments. Some of the younger children were singing Christmas carols whilst the teens talked amongst themselves.

The noise settles slightly as the group gets into their crafts, though Auroras happiness shifts, frustration settling on the small girls face as her eyes crinkle. Clarice looks at the child warily, attempting to settle her with tinsel again. It fails.

“Maybe we should see how the decoration making is going?” She sing-songed, trying to use a overly cheerful voice to calm Aurora.

John huffs our a sigh, shaking his head at how this little monster wraps everyone around her little hand. “She’s definitely her mother’s daughter.“ He mumbles before standing and walking to the table with Clarice.  

They sit at one end of the table, some of the older teens around them threading strings of popcorn for the tree, whilst the younger kids decorate some old light bulbs with markers, paint, glitter and glue.

Being closer to the action works for a moment. Though Aurora’s frustration rises further as she tries to grab anything within reach, letting out a shrill cry as she becomes more agitated upon failing.

“Here you go Rory.” One of the teenagers says offering the small girl a piece of popcorn.

Her ire forgotten, she gurgles happily as she plays with the popcorn.  

Clarice grins at the teenager. “Thank you, you stopped Chernobyl.” She turns to playfully glare at John. “Where were you?” She teases.

“She’s a little monster.” He defends, shaking his head ruefully.

They settle in at the table, Clarice helping one of the teens next to her with their string of popcorn. John sits back, taking in the festivities. His productive day has gone up in smoke, but he can’t say he minds too much.

Feeling a gentle tug on his shirt, John turns, to find a small boy clutching a craft project.

“Excuse me, can you help me?” His face is tilted down, but John can make out the faint marks decorating his face. It reminds him of someone else he knows, and he suppresses the seed of anger that blossoms in his chest for the mutants who feel they need to hide, especially here.

“Of course” he scoots closer to Clarice, gestures for the boy to sit by him. Clarice turns to look at him for a second, having noticed him encroaching upon her personal space, when she sees the child climb into John’s previous spot she turns back to her popcorn string.

The boy places a small pile of green and brown popsicle sticks on the table the start of, what looks to be, a tree, though John checks with the boy to be sure.

He makes sure Auroras still content before helping the child create his ornament. His entire focus is on helping the little boy create the tree, adding some glitter for tinsel, in those moments he completely forgets Aurora.

It’s not until he hears a soft cry of alarm that he realizes his charge has been silent; too silent.

There’s no time to stop it, John can only watch in horror as the uncovered tub of glue spills onto his, and Auroras, lap the baby kicking her feet happily in the mess.

As they get covered in glue, John pushes their chair back, trying to prevent any more catastrophes.

"Watch out!” Clarice gasps as Aurora’s feet kick out sending the glue flying ever which way, landing on everyone in the immediate vicinity.

Aurora grabs for the table noticing the distance increasing. She catches a bottle of glitter and throws the container back, showering them.

Dumbfounded at how such a small child could create such mess, it takes him a second before Aurora releases an earsplitting shriek, John winces, his acute senses overloaded.  The wailing infant latches on to him, smearing the glitterglue concoction against his skin.

Everyone’s silent, then the teenagers, the children and finally Clarice burst out in laughter.

John looks on unamused as Clarice tries to speak through her tears. “You-“ she gasps "should have seen” Clarice cackles, “your face. It looks-”  she barely managed to choke out, “like you swam-” she huffs “in glitter.”

Lorna burst in to the room followed by Marcos, the screech of their daughter having reverberated through the HQ.

They take in the situation, Lorna’s eyes narrowing as she catches sight of John and Aurora. "What happened here?” She asks, glaring at John.

John tries to shrug innocently, the effect ruined by the cloud of glitter that flies off him as he shifts. The shower of glitter has Clarice in hysterics.  

"Rory wanted to join in the Christmas arts too.” The little boy John had previously been helping with the tree ornament pipes up.

John withholds his groan, seeing Marcos gesturing wildly before turning away to cough into his fist as Lorna whirls on him.

“Rory?” She whispers deceptively calm, glaring daggers at Marcos.

“Babe, the younger kids have a hard time with her name. I swear I didn’t suggest it.” He defends raising his arms in surrender.

“I’ll deal with you later.“ She bites out before walking to John, giving the boy a smile so he wouldnt think she was mad at him. She reaches gingerly for Aurora, smiling gently as the baby gurgles at her before promptly taking her from the room.

“I think the glitters meant to go on the decorations, or were you trying for the unicorn look?” Marcos teases before following his irate girlfriend.

John groans, reaching to push his hair back from his face, pausing as he feels the glue. He glances up as Clarice hands him a wet towel, a smirk on her face.

"I’m not sure how much it will help. I can blink you to the bathroom if you want, so you don’t track glitter through the building.”

Frowning he nods, wincing as he stands, the sticky mess worsening as it shifts.

Clarice steps back from the group. It takes three tries for her to create the portal, each failure frustrating him more as she burst into laughter. It would be amusing if she wasn’t laughing AT him because he definitely wasn’t laughing.

When he finally makes it to the bathroom, he grips the counter, leaving cracks in the surface as he looks at his reflection. It’s worse than he thought. His jeans are soaked,  as is the lower half of his shirt. And he’s covered from head to toe in glitter. Bits of glue and glitter cling to his face and neck.

It takes three long showers before the glue disappears. He avoids Clarice for most of a day, avoids Lorna for a whole day. It takes a week before he stops washing glitter from his hair.

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